All language subtitles for CSI New York S01E10 Night, Mother.DVD.HI.cc.en.CBS

( hip-hop music playing)

( basketball players yelling)

Don't break an ankle, sucka.

Couple more bricks,

you can have your own building.

( players yelling)

You can't stop me.

You better go get my ball
before I whup your ass.

That's what I thought.

FLACK:
If there ever was
an open and shut case...

TAYLOR:
Who do we have?

Rachel Camden. Married.
Lived in 8A there.

What about her?

Ophelia Dichiara.

Divorced. Lives in 7F.

Interviewed all the neighbors.

Did they have a history?

Different floors.

Can't find any connection
between them.

Who found the body?

Some rec league guys.

They say the suspect
was pounding pretty hard

on the victim's chest.

You get anything from her?

What's to get?

Found her covered in blood
with the murder weapon

right next to her.

We're going to need

whatever security footage

they have, inside
the building and out.

No problem.
She good to go?

Take her to the hospital,

have them check her out.

Looks like
the victim
died instantly...

Degree of violence,
amount of blood, the wounds...

Crime of passion...

between two apparent strangers.

♪ 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. ♪

Put your hands up.

Turn them around.

Put your right hand
down on this paper.

Turn it around.
That's it.

Lift your hand up.

Other hand. Lift.
Turn it around.

Put your hand up.

Do you have something to say?

I'll get you another one.

OFFICER ( over radio):
We got a DB.

Caucasian male, beaten to death.
No ID.

Looks like he went a couple
rounds with Chuck Lidell.

More like Randy Couture.

Yeah, easy.

Medium velocity blood spatter.

His pockets are inside out.

There's no wallet.
No keys. Robbery.

Those take the junkies
out of play.

They would have

taken the change.

Wooden stake worked
like a crude knife.

The perp drove it up
through the diaphragm,

mediastinum, then
into the pericardial sac,

penetrating the myocardium
and endocardium.

Stake went right through.

I also found traces
of a resin-like substance

in her hair.

I'll take a lock for the road.

You collect
a sexual assault kit?

Sampled and sent.

Mr. Camden, I'm very sorry
about your wife.

I'd like

to show you another photograph.

Do you know this woman?

Her name is Ophelia Dichiara.

No, sir.

I know most
of my wife's friends,

but, uh... she doesn't
look familiar to me.

I wish I could be more help
to you right now.

Cause of death:
cerebral hemorrhaging.

Blunt force trauma
collapsed his nasal bone

and fractured his right orbital,

zygomatic and temporal bones.

Wounds are consistent
with fists. Big fists.

It's brutal for a robbery.

If it was a robbery,
they missed this.

Found it in his boxers.

Guy's got baby's hands.

He never got a punch off.

He had a disadvantage.

His vision was blurry.

What's that?

A contact lens?

Phakic Lens. Verisyse.

It's an implant for people
with severe astigmatism

who can't have laser surgery.

It's still in clinical trials
in the U.S.

So we can get an ID
if the surgery was local.

You want cash or lens?

Lens.

I want a name.

Cash works for me.

Thanks, Doc.

Anything from our suspect?

Here. Take a look.

Cardiac muscle tissue.

From under Ophelia's

fingernails.

Explains what tore
the wound tract.

She forced her hands
inside the pericardial cavity

to get to the heart.

Pull the prints
off the wooden stake?

Yeah.

Ophelia.

I'm telling you, Mac,
she killed Rachel Camden.

What's your rush
to put this woman away?

You saw her.
What's your rush not to?

In all my years of doing this,

there's one thing I've learned...

Sometimes the slam dunks
are the most deceiving.

All right, there's Rachel...
The vic.

There's Ophelia.

Rachel left.
Ophelia went after her.

A woman

stabs a perfect stranger
with a wood stake,

then reaches into the wound

and tries to grab
the victim's heart. Why?

Ms. Dichiara,
do you recall how

you received this trauma
on your shins?

Ma'am?

I understand your reticence

but, if you don't speak,
we can't help you.

The purpose of keeping you here

is so that you can undergo

a psychiatric evaluation.

The improper disposal
of a corpse

is an unclassified misdemeanor
in New York City.

You weren't disposing
of a corpse.

You were tampering
with evidence.

That's a Class E felony.

Length of time between arrest
and arraignment is 24 hours.

Unless you're a danger
to yourself

or to others.

EDP.

Emotionally Disturbed Person.

Allow 72 hours.

As you already know,

I'm a paralegal.

What I don't know is how you're
connected to Rachel Camden.

Who is Rachel Camden?

The dead woman.

I've never met her.

Ma'am, is there anything
you want us to know

about what happened?

No.

I'm sorry
to keep you up so late.

You're not keeping me up.

You look tired.

I can see it in your eyes.

You should try
to get some sleep.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Our suspect finally spoke.

What'd she do?

Plead insanity?

She reads "sane" to me.

The results came back
on the contents in her water.

TAYLOR:
Nicotine.

Styrene. Butadiene.

What was she doing,
chewing on cigarettes?

We didn't find any cigarettes
at the scene.

We didn't find anything
at the scene

that made
those shin bruises either.

BONASERA:
Strange place for a chair.

TAYLOR:
I think this woman
lived in fear.

Looks like she was trying
to keep somebody out.

Yeah, or maybe she was trying
to keep herself in.

The door opens out
into the hallway.

Stella, cigarettes.

Huh.

No ashes.

Could've been chewed.

I thought you said she was sane.

What, the cigarettes?

Well, that and this.

"To Chris.

"Mommy loves you a lot.

Happy first grade."

According to Flack,

this woman has no one.

That's also an odd place
for a stepladder.

( clattering)

Sleepwalker.

That's why she isn't talking.

Ophelia may have no idea whether
she killed Rachel Camden or not.

Ophelia is a parasomniac.

Parasomniacs get stuck between
sleep stages three and four.

There's a whole slate
of undesirable

autonomic nervous system

responses associated
with the condition.

Like committing murder?

I've had patients drive cars...

prepare meals, tend to gardens.

What causes it?

Could be depression,

trauma, revisiting
a traumatic event

in an attempt to integrate
unresolved feelings.

The unconscious mind
overrides the conscious self.

She's in stage three now.

She's transitioning
to stage four.

This is partial arousal.

Autonomic nervous system
responses evident.

( monitor beeping rapidly)

( metal tray clanging on floor)

( mumbling incoherently)

( muttering):
It's...

It's...

right here!

( crying)

( screaming)

No!

Stabbing motion.

( crying and screaming)

No!

( screaming and crying)

No!

( crying)

( distant siren wailing)

♪ ♪

( shutter clicking)

Hey.

Hey.

Anything on the cash?

Australian bills...

Crisp, all sequential.

I've got ten prints, each
in the same exact location.

I figure they're from the teller
who counted them out.

Yeah, well, when you work in
a bank, your print's on file,

state and federal level, so...

Yeah, but I can't get
a match as of yet.

What about the lens?

Trial was conducted at NYU,

so I'm on my way over there now.

You want to roll?

No, all I got are prints

matching the vic.

I gotta take
a couple more shots.

Okay.

Bye.

( shutter clicking)

What do you know.

"Ryan Mallone."

"Possession of cocaine."

I was in Sydney last month.

Changed a whole bunch of cash as
soon as I got back to the U.S.

How much?

A thousand dollars.

My mum gives me money
when I visit.

Thinks I'm still ten.

Your mum always give you
sequential bills?

The only number that matters
is the denomination.

Why?

Why's my business.

Where'd you exchange the money?

JFK.

One of the currency banks
in the terminal.

Which one?

17 hours in coach

doesn't do a whole lot
for the memory...

if you know what I mean.

How's your memory now?

Much better.

Never seen him before.

( pager chiming)

What's the word?

BURN:
Am I good or what?

I got a name on the eye lens.

What have you got?

Lenny Cook.

Entered the Phakic Lens
trial in March.

Hospital said he was extremely
pleased with the surgery.

Well, not anymore.

You got keys?

Sup's opened it up.

Mannequins with bells.

What the hell is this place?

Con artist?

Practice dummies
for pickpockets.

Really?

( distant car horns honking)

( stake piercing carcass)

"What we gain by science is,
after all, sadness."

Thomas Hardy.

There's no mention
of pain in that quote.

Give me a hand.

Which one?

Right. Take that out.

Our murderer was pushing

against the grain.

And I was pulling
with the grain.

Look at the splinters
in my hand...

and look at
the splinters in yours.

My hand's a killer's.

Yours looks like Ophelia's.

Our suspect wasn't trying
to kill the victim.

MESSER:
The School of Seven Bells.

Supposedly a pickpocket school
in South America.

Whole idea is to pick the mark
without ringing a bell.

Why don't you try it.

( bell ringing)

You're such a girl.
Shut up.

Torn carpet.

Got a $20 bill under here.

It's not blood.

Uh, it's probably a diversion.

They work in teams.

One guy distracts,
one guy picks,

the other guy gets the handoff.

When I worked at the six-three,

I picked collars up
at King's Plaza Mall.

Saw a lot of ketchup stains.

They call it a brick.

I once had this guy telling
me it was his money.

That's how they look at it.

You're carrying their money.

No matter what line of work
you're in, you gotta commute.

Okay.

This one's not ketchup.

Nice.

The sexual assault kit indicates

recent condom use.

I found lubricant in the condom

and the traces of resin
in Rachel Camden's hair

is ethyl cyanoacrylate.

Architect's glue.

Commonly used to build models

by architects like Rachel
Camden's husband.

Right. I thought
she may have brushed up

against some of his work,

but when you brush up
against something,

there's always evidence
of motion and direction.

That's not the case.

It's a random pattern.

♪ ♪

The victim has
fine, blond hair...

There's a wave in it.

But it's not a perm...

No trace of chemicals

in the lab results.

That's it, Mac.

To have these waves,
she had to have

her hair braided.

Someone pulled
her hair by the braid.

With a handful
of architect's glue.

FLACK:
Do you want to revise your
statement, Mr. Camden?

You did see your wife

just before she was murdered.

Am I right?

In fact,

from what I understand,

it wasn't
a very friendly encounter.

You grabbed her by the hair.

BONASERA:
And you weren't
so neat about it.

You had glue
all over your hands.

Listen.

We had a fight that night.

That's all.

My wife was alive
the last time I saw her.

Where were you last night?

Hmm? I know
something's going on.

You're not going
out tonight. Bitch!

What form of birth control
did the two of you use?

What are you talking about?

We found traces
of condom lubricant.

Inside my wife?

Well, whatever you found,
it wasn't from me.

You're sure about that?

We were trying to have a baby.

How'd it go with the husband?

He's in total denial.

Denial seems to be in the air.

You've got a husband who
won't come clean...

Who looks guilty
as sin, by the way.

I've got a sleepwalker

who's forensically
incapable of murder,

yet has her hands
inside a dead woman.

Uh-oh.

What?

You hear that?

Hear what?

It's your mind racing again.

Can you blame me? Look,

based on the direction

of the splinters
in Ophelia's hands,

she's not the killer.

There's a deeper connection
and you want to know what it is.

Emphatically.

You're never going
to get any sleep

in this lifetime, are you, Mac?

Not when there are questions
keeping me up at night.

There's something haunting
this woman, Stella.

All right, New York City Pass
only knows

where they get on,
so we'll work backwards.

Manhattan, Canal and Broadway.
That's his office.

That's near
where we found the body.

Uh-huh. 74th Street,
Queens. That's home.

Lenny's apartment.
Exactly.

Day before, Canal
and Broadway. 74th Street.

Same as the day before,

and the day before that.

That's his commute.

Canal and Broadway.

We've been out here for a while.

I'm not even sure
what we're looking for.

You'll know
when you see something.

All right, I got my eyeball
on a suspect. Female. 30ish.

Fake baby in a blue cloth.

Don't take them down
till they snatch the wallet.

You telling me how
to do my job, now?

Oh, sorry. You got
some ketchup here.

Yeah. Here you go.

Oh, you see it? Right there.

They got his wallet.

The woman with the baby
applies the ketchup.

The decoy distracts the mark.

Meanwhile, the partner
picks his pocket.

Take 'em down, Flack.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

I'm on my way to work.

You're costing me money, man.
What are you doing?

I'll give you a ride in my limo.

Sir, if you want
your wallet back, hang out.

Up against the wall.
Spread your legs.

Hands behind your
back, right now.

What's going on here, man?

Pickpocketing.

I'm not no pickpocket.

Hang out with me for a minute.

Put your hands behind your back.

Look, the guy's wallet
fell out of his pocket.

I was giving it back.

By putting it
in your own pocket?

Wow, Eduardo.

You're a bad liar.

Let's watch you

dig yourself a deeper grave.

Remember Lenny?

Who?

Who? Whoo. He's an owl now.

You know.

The guy with a thing
for mannequins.

Keeps a dozen in his apartment

for training purposes.

I don't mess with dolls.

You know what I mean?

You mess with him?

Looks like that drew blood.

Just like the blood we found
on one of Lenny's mannequins.

Eduardo, I'll tell
you one thing.

For a guy with light fingers,
you must have some heavy fists.

We're gonna need to
process your hands.

At first, I noticed bruises
on my shins and my arms,

sometimes my forehead,

and I couldn't...

explain how they got there.

Then there was the weight gain.

I was eating

while I was sleeping.

So... I put up obstacle courses
to try and wake myself up...

But I've somehow managed

to navigate around those.

You knew you were a parasomniac?

I only knew that
some mornings when I woke up

there was evidence
of a very strange night,

and I was exhausted.

So I did some research.

I'm a textbook expert, now.

Scientists versus psychiatrists.

Everybody's got
a different theory.

Post-traumatic stress,
the lack of atonia.

Muscle paralysis.
It's what prevents you

from running or jumping
while you're dreaming.

Yeah. That gizmo seems
to malfunction in my body.

Why didn't you get help?

Because...

in medicine, the answer
to every unknown is insanity.

So, I just became
very skilled at hiding

my night adventures.

I tried sleeping aids
and alcohol.

It's...

It's lonely.

Ma'am, do you remember
being in the courtyard?

Any little thing.

A fragment of a dream,
a piece of a face.

I remember getting ready for bed

and then praying

that I would sleep soundly
through the night.

Did I kill that woman?

No.

Subconsciously you knew that.

Do you remember
the first thing you said to me?

No.

You used the word "corpse."

She was dead when you
got to her, Ophelia.

Well, if I didn't kill her,
then what was I doing there?

I don't know yet.

Shadows.

What?

That shadow isn't hers.

Someone else went by.

Ophelia saw the killer.

She just didn't know she did.

The cornea is shaped
roughly like this, right?

Mm-hmm.

So, if I'm here
and you're in my blind spot,

your image should still
reflect off my cornea.

Corneal imaging.

Let's magnify it,
see if we can get

a reflection off her eye.

Okay.

Magnification times 100,
for starters.

Good, good.
Reverse the image.

That's the best reflection

of what she was seeing
that we've got.

What's that there?

Looks like a guy in a T-shirt.

Yeah. Resolution
isn't very good.

Yes, it is.

♪ Yeah we livin' better now,
Gucci sweater now ♪

♪ And that G4 could fly
through any weather now ♪

♪ See... get tight,
when you worth some millions ♪

♪ That's why I sport
the chinchilla ♪

♪ To hurt they feelin's ♪

♪ Your can find Joe Crack
at all type of... ♪

♪ Out at Vegas front roll
on all the fights and... ♪

♪ They didn't have to play
to win the championship ♪

♪ ... don't dance ♪

♪ We just pull up the pants
and ♪

♪ Do the Roc-away ♪

♪ Now lean back, lean back,
lean back, lean back ♪

♪ I said my... don't dance ♪

♪ We just pull up the pants
and...

FLACK:
Everybody back up and
watch me take Jason

to the hole.

You know, the one down
in central booking.

Hey, you're wearing
sleeves today.

Yeah, so?

Well, you weren't
wearing a shirt

the night that Rachel
Camden was killed.

It was a pretty cold night.

It was about 48 degrees.

Listen, I've told you
everything I know.

I've answered all
your questions.

Not the most important
one, though.

Why'd you kill Rachel Camden?

Mind if I take a look
at your bag?

Sure. Whatever.

Just so you know,

pink is bad.

Let's take him in.

Let's take a walk.

I hate to be a stickler,
but you tell me

you exchanged the money
in the U.S.,

and I find out

you exchanged it in Australia.

Now I gotta go back
over everything.

So what?

"So what?" What are
you going to say to me

if I tell you we found
your money on a dead man?

I got pickpocketed.

I knew I was never gonna
see the money again.

I didn't want to make a report.
I had drug priors.

Something's keeping me
in suspense.

You know, there's
something going on

that I can't figure out.
What's the matter?

You got an itch?

I get a lot of heat rashes.

That's good because you're
on the hot seat right now.

Look, I don't know
the guy you showed me

and I had nothing to do
with what happened.

Can I go?

No. Why don't you
stick around...

mate?

Come with me, sir.

( tiny motor whirrs)

Fibers under Eduardo's nails
are microscopically similar

to 60-pound Kraft paper

which is used for
everything from grocery bags

to wrapping paper.

The GCMS indicates green dye on
one side is "Quinizarine Green."

I'll just keep looking.

Our Australian's got fibers
from the victim's rug on him.

How did the Australian get
into Lenny Cook's apartment?

I don't know. But now we got
reason to get into his.

This guy could have dumped
his clothes.

What do you think?

Worth a shot.

I might take my pants
to the cleaners

if I'd killed someone.

Anything?

Nothing.

Hold on.

♪ ♪

I commend you on using safe sex.

I didn't kill anybody.

You had sex with Rachel.

Okay, I used a condom.

So what?

You know what they say about
keeping condoms in your wallet?

They get holes.

Just like your story.

( screams)

Come on, baby. You weren't
pushing me away last night.

Stop it, Jason. It's over...

Must have been really hot
and heavy at first.

An older woman...

What more could a kid
like you ask for?

Todd and I are trying
to have a baby...

What?!

( screams)

That splinter I pulled
our of your hand

is a perfect match
to the murder weapon.

I fell in love with her...

Trust me. You're going
to get plenty of love

where you're going.

You know the chemical they
use at the dry cleaners?

Perchloroethylene.

Some people think

it destroys DNA.
It doesn't.

Especially when there's

a protective barrier
covering the sample,

like, say, I don't know, a cuff.

The blood belongs to Lenny.

The pants belong to you.

You want to see
what's underneath?

Nothing.

Guess you beat me to it.

You left one behind.

It's called jute.

Stuff you find
on the back of a carpet.

A lot of people
are allergic to it.

Like yourself.

Lenny was skimming...
Hiding your money

under his carpet...

So you set him up.

$500 was everything.

Yeah?

Yeah. That's it.

Why don't we ask the guy?

What are you talking about?

The $500.

Why don't we ask him,

we find out?

Hey.

( screaming)

You take my money, huh?!

How could you know all that?

Well...

Lenny dropped a dime on you.

Aiden and I cashed in

on the pickpockets.

We'll close it out as an A-2.

Good.

Why don't you go home?

You can type up
the DD5s tomorrow.

What about you?

You wanna go grab
a beer at Sullivan's?

Not tonight, Danny.

Don't go blind.

You asked for my help.

You can tell me what I was
doing in that courtyard.

You were attempting to massage
Rachel Camden's heart.

You were mimicking the action

of trying to save your son.

I found the accident report.

His eyes...
They were just like yours.

And he had begged my husband
to let him sit on his lap,

behind the wheel of the car

and they were just going
to pull out into the street

and back in again,
and I was waving,

when from out of nowhere...

( tires screeching,
glass shattering)

You were in the ER

when they tried to save him?

They cracked open
his chest in front of me.

And held my son's heart
in their hands.

You were trying to save
Rachel Camden's life.