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[ bell clanging slowly]

[ bell clangs three times,
clamoring begins]

Two right here!

Ninety! Ninety!

I'm buying! You got it?

Buy it!

I want 90 of 'em!
Right!

Thirty-eight!
I need three!

90 of 'em!
That's right.

[ clamoring continues]

Is that yours?

Yours?

Hey, there's no briefcases
allowed on the floor.

What?

Is that yours?!

No!

Security, we got an unidentified
briefcase on the floor.

Everybody out!

Unidentified briefcase
on the floor.

Come on, let's go!
Everybody out! Let's go!

You sure that thing works?

SAVED was designed for
situations exactly like this.

That's your X ray,

and you're the one
that detected

traces of nitrates
on the briefcase,

so unless
you want to go out there

and get the prints for me...

60 seconds,

and then you disarm
whatever's in that case.

[ whirring]

[ whirring]

30 seconds.

[ whir and click]

[ beep]

You got 20 seconds.

Ten...

nine... eight...

seven...

six...

five...

four...

"In case something
happens to me."

♪ 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.

Hey, Mac.

Got a DNA sample.

See if we can
get a CODIS hit.

Anything else?

Lot of financial data.
If you need help deciphering...

Nah, I can work my way
around a spread sheet.

You upload the print
into AFIS?

Yeah, but he's not in AFIS,
he's in NY Merc.

Prints belong to Luke Sutton.
Commodities trader.

According to the
entrance log,

he walked through
the front door

at 7:00 a.m.
We know when he left?

You don't have to swipe
your ID to get out.

NY Merc searched
the entire building

and taken
a head count outside.

He's the one person
they can't account for.

Our people on it?

19 precinct sector car
looked through his
apartment window.

The place is trashed.

Something happened.

And it wasn't good.

TAYLOR:
Impressive.

BURN:
Could be a kidnapping.

Guy seems like
he's worth something.

Single man.

Plausible if he's taken
in a foreign country

and kidnappers demand
a ransom from his company,

but here in New York City...

Still reads like
he was forcibly removed.

[ grunting,
fists thudding]

If he was, then how'd his
briefcase end up on the floor

of the NY Merc
this morning?

Metal shavings.

From what?

No apparent source.

What is this?

Degausser.

It's a magnet that
erases electronic data.

Hard drive is missing.

TAYLOR:
Specific item.

But if you know
what you're looking for,

why do all this damage?

No obvious gunshot
or stab wounds.

No bruising.

Suicide's a sin, right?

It's viewed
as an attempt

against the dominion

and right of ownership
of the Creator.

Where'd you get that,
the Catholic Encyclopedia?

Who am I looking at?

Trina Rolston-- she worked
here as a counselor.

Who found her?
Handyman.

He said he was on the roof
doing some patch work

when he saw her
down here.

Did he disturb the scene?

Nah, he went inside
and called 911.

About five stories.

20 meters, right?

Doesn't look that bad.

Not from down here it doesn't.

[ bells chiming]

All right, no signs of struggle,
no disturbance...

how about a letter?

There's nothing on her,
unless you count the rosary.

I don't buy it.

If she wanted
to off herself,

she would've jumped off
the front of the church,
not the side.

And landed on the pavement,
not the grass.

Suicide isn't just a sin,
it's a statement,

and I don't see one here.

Found traces of cocaine
in the briefcase,

so maybe our guy had a habit.

Otherwise,
lots of spread sheets,

research, analysis and this.

Turns out our missing trader
was doing

some investigative work
on his own.

Tracking illegal trades made
by a guy named Nick Lawson.

How do you know that?

New York Merc works on
an open outcry system.

Sellers have to offer
their products to everyone.

Lawson was engaged
in prearranged trading,

going through
what's called a "local"--

an independent trader selling
oil at below-market price.

Then the local turns around

sells the exact same oil
for an instant profit,

split the difference
with Lawson.

These are registered trades
from the Merc floor.

Looks normal unless you're
looking for a pattern.

Every Lawson trade is followed
with a trade made by the local.

That's the kind of stuff

that'll get you expelled
from the Exchange,

end your trading career.

Did Nick Lawson know
our missing guy

uncovered
the illegal trades?

Mm-hmm.

"I am aware of your illegal
trading pattern.

Charles has given me a week
to deal with it."

And then the e-mails
go back and forth--

deny and accuse,
deny, accuse...

Who's Charles?

I don't know yet.

But I have a list of 89 people

working on the floor
with the first name Charles.

Without a last,
it's tough to narrow it down.

What I do know is that Lawson
met with our missing trader

two nights ago,
and it did not go well.

"Charles, met with Nick
per your request..."

If you threaten me again,

I'm going to put you
in the hospital.

Look, I don't have
a choice, okay?

Charles is, uh,
he's really putting

the screws to me,
and, uh,

I'm just reporting it
to you.

It'll just take a minute.

Look, upon advice
from counsel,

I have no comment.

All right, slow down.

You're missing the point.

I already know you're
making illegal trades.

But what I'm looking for is
something to locate Luke Sutton.

No comment.

All right,
No problem.

I'm just gonna need
a DNA sample to rule out

any connection
between you

and the blood I found
on Luke's briefcase.

Blood?
Blood.

Forget it.

You're not getting anything
out of my arm.

You're not getting
anything out of my mouth.

No comment, no DNA.

Okay, you got one thing
going for you right now, Nick,

and that's the ability
to cooperate.

It's what you do
down here, right?

You guys, you make trades,
you negotiate.

Give me a sample, and I'll
make sure the CFTC guys
know that you played ball.

Look, Luke is an idiot, okay?

And so is that Charles guy, too.

Charles-- a last name
would be nice on Charles.

I don't know it.

Luke said he was a
lawyer or something.

And those were the guys
coming after me.

All right, all right, so you're
just defending yourself, then.

Yeah.

How about a sample?

No comment.

There's no suicide note.

You've already
been through here?

Yes.

Are these from Trina's kids?

Uh, no.
Trina wasn't married.

She was a... she was a good
counselor, though.

I used to joke that
more people used to come
here to talk to her

than to listen to me.

And this was the last place
you saw Trina?

Yeah. She was tireless.
She'd stay here

until all hours
of the night.

And you?

The church
is my responsibility.

Long hours,
they come with the territory.

Kind of progressive for a church

to have someone with a Master's
in Social Work on-site.

Well, we have
an after-school
program, rec league,

art classes...

You're part of the community.
So was Trina.

Everybody loved her.
Especially the kids.

She was pregnant.
Late first trimester.

You notify the father?

I would if I
knew who he was.

You want to test
for paternity?Yep.

I'll get a sample to DNA.

You found her
on her back?
Mm-hmm.

Tough to explain this, then.

Hmm.

Did she reach terminal velocity?

The roof she fell from
was 20 meters.

You need about 160 meters
for the force

of air resistance to equal
the force of gravity.

And if it's under that height...

Suicides tend
to give in to the fall.

...leaving them
with severe trauma

to the frontal
and parietal bones.

People who are pushed
or fall accidentally

tend to fight gravity...

Giving them vertical fractures
to the tibia and fibula.

Which is she?

Neither.

Lumbar vertebrae,

sacrum, coccyx...

all shattered.

She landed horizontally.

Did you get a blood alcohol
content?

Zero.
She wasn't drunk.

All right, for her
to land horizontally,

she was either unconscious or
dead before she hit the ground.

In theory.

Only one way to know for sure.

Blood extravasation surrounding

the suboccipital muscles...

as well as the splenius capitis

and semispinalis capitis
muscles.

Indicates localized trauma.

Still not conclusive.

There it is.
Cause of death.

Occipitoatlantal
dislocation.

Fracture of the left
occipital condyle.

There's another fracture
right here.

Left superior articular
facet of the atlas.

This is
the kind of injury

normally seen
in a traffic accident.

Base of the skull

separates from
the spinal column.

Smart move to toss her
off the roof.

Almost mimics
cause of death.

But the hematoma

is too specific
for a roof-jumper scenario.

So we've got a murder.

Now all we have to do is
find the crime scene

that goes with it.

[ gasps]

[ grunts]

Jane.

Mac.

Any DNA from the note
in the briefcase?

Not just the note.

Blood from the note
and the knife matches

The DNA from the secondary
reference sample

you took from the apartment.

It doesn't prove the DNA
belongs to Luke Sutton...

Odds are it's his.
Mm-hmm.
It's rather circular logic,

don't you think?

Leaving behind
a sample of your own blood

when you're obviously in fear

for your life.

Fear tends to trump logic.

Depends on how logical you are.

Or how afraid.

[ phone ringing]

[ siren wailing]

[ garbled radio transmission]

Car's registered to our missing
trader-- Luke Sutton.

At least what's left of him.

Somebody really wanted

to make sure
this guy burned.

Somebody's covering
their tracks.

We're done.

Let's take the rest to go.

Dental records
confirm ID.

Luke Sutton.

Looks like someone poured

accelerant over his head.

Most likely while
he was conscious.

No indication of head trauma,
but they covered

this guy from top to bottom.

Specific accelerant pattern
on the bottom of his shoe?

Seems overly precise,

and excessive given the pour
pattern on top of his head.

This murder wasn't about
the triumph of minimalism.

X-ray showed

whoever did this also put
a bullet in the vic's side.

Projectile lodged
in his right external

abdominal oblique muscle.

No vital organs hit.

Wouldn't render him
immediately unconscious.

You miss him the first time,
why not shoot him again?

Looks like he was shot
from below.

Mm-hmm.

If the vic was conscious,

and the bullet
didn't kill him,

then the fire
wasn't meant

as a cover-up.
It was meant to kill him.

Means he really must have
pissed off the wrong guy.

Hard drive.

Like the one missing
from the vic's computer.

Looks like we just took
the shooter out of play.

Bullet would have hit the vic
just where Dr. Hawkes found it.

Someone's setting you on fire

and you have a gun next to you,
why wouldn't you use it?

And if you're carrying a gun,
why only have one bullet in it?

You're making progress.

Well, I got a body...

or bodies.

Your vic was pregnant?

Yeah. Dr. Hawkes is sending
over a paternity sample to DNA.

At least it got me
back into church.

You still go?

Sometimes.

Seems whenever
I do go,

the sermon's
always about

forgiveness.

And then I think
about what we do.

Forgiveness isn't part
of our job.

How about your case?

I'm looking for Charles.

Charles who?

Exactly.

Last name unknown... still.

Good luck.

Thanks.

You think I killed Trina?

I didn't say that.

I said that I found a
matching set of prints.

One on a prayer book
that belongs to you

and one on the candlestick.

Your prints are
obviously

not on file, Father.

But you'd like a sample?

Yes.

What could possibly

make you think I did this?

There was something
in the prayer book.

"Hearts are not had as a gift
but hearts are earned

by those that are
not entirely beautiful."

That is a line from
a W.B. Yeats poem.

The poem may be Yeats,
but the prayer book is yours.

Well, I must have lent it
to Trina at some point.

And I'm sure

that the fingerprints

on the candlestick are mine.

I noticed

it was broken last week
so I fixed it.

And a love letter?

Well, I'm as surprised by that
as you are.

I always thought

that the real love

of Trina's life was her work.

Hmm.

I guess you didn't know her
as well as you thought.

Trina was pregnant.

Someone went to a lot
of trouble to file these off.

I went to a lot of trouble
to acid-etch them back on.

Registration come
back to someone?

Emily Dent.

Good job.

Thanks.

Luke was my
boyfriend...

until a few months ago.

Any idea how your gun
ended up in his car?

He must have taken it
from my apartment.

You didn't notice?

I kept it in a
drawer and forgot

I even had it. Look,

I never wanted the thing
in the first place.

Luke made me get it.

He came in one night
all... panicked...

EMILY:
Luke, calm down.

Look, Charles has got
people watching me now.

What's going on?

No. Uh-uh. Safer
if you don't know.

And then he made me get
the gun for protection.

We went to a range,
I got a target permit.

You ever meet Charles?

I thought be was
Luke's, uh... dealer.

He got into...

Cocaine.

We found traces of it
in his briefcase.

Are you sure
Charles wasn't a lawyer?

All I knew is that Luke
said Charles was a big guy,

and he never
talked about him

before the cocaine.

And after?

It was like he

was a...

totally different person.

I typed all
three cigarettes

you found
at the church.

One of them had DNA,
but only to your victim.

Trina Rolston?

Mm-hmm.

The autopsy report
shows no evidence

that she was
ever a smoker.

Not to mention the
fact that I found

those cigarettes
where the body landed.

Well, maybe
this will help.

Same male donor
on all three cigarettes.

Huh. Did Dr. Hawkes
give you a paternity sample?

Mm-hmm.

Evidently the father of Trina
Rolston's child is a smoker.

Huh.

You can't prove it was my child.

Oh, yes, we can.

We have your DNA on file.

Oh, yeah. Two
years ago,

you were convicted
of falsely

reporting an incident.

Means we have
your DNA on file

for the rest
of your life.

We also found your DNA

on cigarettes
outside the church.

There's no smoking
in the church.

So I go outside.

So you smoke

three cigarettes
in the exact same spot

that we found
Trina Rolston's body?

Look, Paul.

We're here to help you.

I know what the truth is.

So do I, Paul.

Your DNA was all over

the cigarettes that I found

at the scene,
and somehow,

one cigarette has
Trina's DNA on it as well.

I kissed her.

Now, how does that
thought process work?

"There's the mother
of my child

"on the ground dead.
I should probably call 911,

but let me get a
little action first."

Does this

look familiar to you?

Where'd you get this?

She collects
evidence, Paul.

That's her job.

I'm going

to need to process you.

Let me out!

Someone! Let me out!

What do we have so far?

Traces of cocaine
in the briefcase

Luke Sutton left behind.

And a girlfriend
referencing

a possible drug dealer
named Charles.

And it makes more sense
he's a dealer

because I can't find
any connection to a lawyer

named Charles.
Keep looking.

What about
the other trader?

Nick Lawson? Turns out

New York Merc's
compliance department's

already building
a case against him.

So Luke Sutton's

the least of his problems.

We know the girlfriend's
registered gun

was found inside the vic's
burned-out car.

It's going to take
a lot more evidence to get me

to believe
that she could physically

overpower Luke
and set him on fire.

Also from the car,
trace evidence in that missing

hard drive from
Luke's computer.

If you're going
to steal a hard drive,

why leave it behind as evidence?

Could be because
whoever left it

thought the fire
would destroy it, but

the temperature
would have

to exceed 700 Celsius
to melt the thing.

That's just
another sunny day on Mercury.

You guys are on trace.

I'm gonna dig
into that hard drive.

How do you make sense of this?

The accelerant poured on top of
Luke Sutton, unleaded gasoline.

That's very smart 'cause
it's tough to trace.

The accelerant pattern
on the bottom of Luke's shoes,

various petroleum
distillates,

including toluene?

Toluene's found
in paint thinner,

sealants, a whole bunch
of industrial products,

so it's not unleaded gas,
but it's fairly common...

just like a parking ticket.

Anything from the hard drive?

Got a last name
for Charles. It's Langdon.

He and Luke had
a meeting the night

before Luke died. How about you?

Parking ticket.

Bet we know where that
meeting took place.

Charles Langdon! NYPD!

BURN:
You sure this is the place?

Luke's I.M. specifically
referred to

a location named "Ridgeway."

Parking ticket's
right out front.

Got the money.

I got the money, too.

I'm in.

It's half empty.

Or half full

when we send it to DNA.

BURN:
Those are spent casings.

It's a bullet reloader.

That gunpowder is...

A possible explanation

for the traces of nitrates

we found on the outside
of Luke Sutton's briefcase.

With all this

cash lying around, you'd think

a guy could afford new rounds.

With all the evidence
we've collected,

you'd think we could
find Charles Langdon.

Found hairs from
Trina Rolston

on Paul Stryzewski's shirt.

What about the prints
from the candlestick?

One belongs
to Father Murphy,

but part of his print
appears to have dried

in the Super Glue
used to fix the break,

which makes me think believe
that his story checks out.

The other's
a partial print.

I have two points of reference
that are in common

with Paul Stryzewski.

Hey,

you could probably
find two points

of reference in common
with my print, too.

True. Found traces

of drugs in his pants.

What'd you find? Coke? Meth?

No, he's on Clozapine,
or at least he should be.

It's an antipsychotic.

He's schizophrenic.

And a father to be.

That would

explain a lot.

Unfortunately, not enough,

and we're out of evidence.

[ phone ringing]

I suppose, at the end
of the day, everything

really isconnected,
isn't it?

You found DNA
on the soda can?

You got a name?

Stella Bonasera.

Hey, did you page me?

I did.

Oh. What do
you have for me?

A connection... to this,

from the can Mac found
at the Ridgeway.

A DNA sample came back to
the man you've got in custody.

Paul Stryzewski.

Mm-hmm.

How does yoursuspect

get in mycase?

Looks like it's "our" case.

I found traces of your
medication in your pocket.

How long have you been
off your meds, Paul?

Who are you?

I'm Detective Taylor.

Why are you here?

Because I found traces
of your DNA at a site
I was investigating.

I don't know you.

I'm not telling you anything
about Trina.

How about this guy?

You know him?

You killed him.

You know Luke Sutton?

You killed him.

You got it backwards, Paul--
we're trying to figure out

if youkilled him, as
well as Trina Rolston.

No.

No, what?

[ groaning]:
No...!

[ groaning continues]

A paranoid
schizophrenic's
worst nightmare.

He doesn't just think
we're out to get him--

we are.

TAYLOR:
Every case has a trinity.

Victim. Suspect. Location.

Right. In my case,
Trina Rolston is the victim,

Paul Stryzewski

is the suspect,

and Saint Juliana's
the location.

TAYLOR:
In our case,

Luke Sutton's the victim,

we can't find
Charles Langdon,
our likely suspect,

and Randall's Island Park
is the location.

Any chance of connecting Paul
Stryzewski to Charles Langdon?

We should cross-reference.

Did you find
any connection between

Paul and Luke on the hard drive?

Information peels off
at a rate of five minutes

per hundred
microns squared.

I've barely scratched
the surface.

I'll jump on Trace, see what's
common between both cases.

Yeah, I'm on Charles Langdon.
He can't hide forever.

I'll take prints,
have Jane cross-reference
all our DNA samples.

And I'm on the ghost
in the machine.

♪

♪

♪

♪

[ printer whirring, clattering]

Mac?

Got something?

Supreme Court decisions found
in Luke Sutton's apartment.

This Buck v. Bell--

Oliver Wendell Holmes delivered
the opinion of the court

affirming mandatory
sterilization of people

once referred to as "socially
inadequate individuals."

Right. But what's
the connection?

"It is better for all the world

"if instead of waiting
to execute

"degenerate offspring for crime,

"or to let them starve

"for their imbecility,
society can prevent those

"who are manifestly

"unfit from continuing
their kind.

"Three generations

"of imbeciles...

...are enough."

Luke Sutton

was having
a schizophrenic break.

Or maybe he was spending
too much time with the family.

DNA came back.

Luke Sutton and Paul Stryzewski
were brothers.

So these guys aren't just tied

to the same case,
they're related?

You couldn't find
Charles Langdon, could you?

That's because there is

no such person.

But you found
instant messages

to Charles Langdon
on Luke's hard drive.

Only outgoing-- there were
no incoming messages because

Charles Langdon existed
solely in Luke Sutton's mind.

And I matched
Luke Sutton's prints

to the partial print
on the candlestick.

Puts him on the murder weapon.

Luke was in a delusional state,
making him highly susceptible

to the one voice
that he heard

in his head: Charles Langdon.

[ whispered voice]:
Three generations are enough.

You have to kill her.

[ grunts]

BONASERA:
Then be brings her here.

Roof's been repaired.

With a product containing

petroleum distillate,
including toluene.

Explains
the accelerant pattern

we pulled from the bottom
of Sutton's shoes.

[ bell tolling]

And he tosses her over.

[ whispered voice]:
Throw her over,

or they'll know it's you.

They'll know.

Then Luke goes to meet Charles

at what used to be
the Ridgeway Shipping Company.

[ whispered voice]:
You have to do something.
They'll come get you.

They'll know you killed her.

They'll find you and kill you.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

And while Luke walks off
the New York Merc floor,

his brother Paul

finds the body
of Trina Rolston.

Why?

Luke Sutton was a third-
generation schizophrenic.

And Trina was carrying
the fourth.

[ car horn honking]

I just wanted to ask Luke

what I should do
about Trina getting pregnant.

What do you mean?

Tina getting pregnant
was an accident.

What about the letter I found?

That wasn't from me.
Or for me.

I prefer James Joyce
to Yeats.

You reacted like
you recognized it.

I recognized Trina.

Always full of surprises,
just like Luke.

Look, Trina and I
were never gonna...

be together.

And after the initial shock
of her news,

I wanted to find
a way to do

the responsible thing,
the same way that

I'd been responsible for myself
for all these years.

So I called Luke,

and he asked me to meet him
at this place.

Whether it happens or not,
it's-it's out of my hands.

What is this place?
LUKE:
It's a business thing.

What do you want?
There's someone at the church
who's pregnant.

And you're the father?

Based on the evidence,

we think he went back
to his apartment

and tried to destroy
everything that might've

facilitated communication
from a fictional voice
in his head.

Unless you've been there...

you can never...

know what that struggle is like.

Listen to me.
Listen to me, stupid.
Kill her.

I'm not gonna
tell you this again.

We know what he did.

TAYLOR:
We found glass particles

from the TV on money he left
for Charles Langdon,

And a degausser used
to magnetically scramble data.

Luke attempted to erase
the serial number

on his girlfriend's gun.

BONASERA:
There was still a piece of him

that was trying
to leave something behind.
Don't do that. They'll know.

Don't do that.

BONASERA:
Based on the fact

that he had a gun with him,

it's likely he thought
of shooting himself.

Whatever he was hearing in his
head was telling him to do it.

Until the message

changed.

[ whispered voice]:
They'll know it's you.

You have to burn everything.

Luke left home
the day he turned 18.

I was happy for him,

because I thought...
he'd escaped.

Leaving home
isn't an escape.

It's just a change of address.

You tell yourself something
enough, and you make it real.

And I guess
in the end

Luke wasn't strong enough

to overcome the voice.

The way you are.

I never thought of it that way.

Maybe if you
tell yourself enough,

one day

you'll make it real.