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Unbelievable.

Yo, Eddie, whose deal is it ? Come
on, let's shuffle up. Let's go.

Fellas, blinds are raised.

250.

500.

Joel ?

You go.

Call the big blind.

I'm gonna raise you.

$2,000.

Kelly ?

Nope. Not this time.

South Street Seaport.

What's up, Joel ?

I call.

Nice.

Turn and burn, fellas.

Check to you.

I am all in.

I believe that's $25,000.

What ?!

Do it, do it.

You in or out, Nancy ?

Ah, take it, you striped shirt. Jackass.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Come to Daddy.

Here. Buy yourself some new shades.

Take that chip.

Ever take those stupid
things off, anyway ?

Oh, when I'm having sex.

Your sister likes looking in my eyes.

Ooh, yeah ! He went there !

Joel's terrible.

Joel ?

Joel ?

Yeah, what's happening ?

Who'd you say vouched for this guy ?

- Who, Kelly ?
- I don't know.

A friend of a friend. Why ? What's up ?

- Is there a problem ?
- Yeah.

You bet your ass there's a problem.

Mr. Cigar Aficionado
here is dealing seconds.

- Dealing what ?
- You know what you're doing.

Dealing from under the top card.

Are you serious ?

Come on, guys.

Are you for real ?

All right, all right.

Let's settle down, ladies.

Get the door !

I see your face again, you die.

Unbelievable. The son of a bitch
was probably rooking us all night.

Mike, your nose.

I can't believe that guy.

Look, fellas, I...

I say we keep playing, huh ?
Whose deal is it, anyway ?

Are you freaking kidding me ?

Some people never learn.

We caught him cheating.

He clocked me in the face, and
then we beat the crap out of him.

And how long after you's kicked
him out did the doorbell ring ?

- 30 seconds.
- 20 seconds, 30 seconds.

Does this Kelly character
have a last name ?

Couldn't tell ya. This was
his first time at the game.

Looks like you guys cracked
open more than your piggy bank.

You let just anyone in the game ?

Joel said he was good to go.

All right, I'm gonna have
you two sit with a tech,

see if we can get a digital
composite of this guy, and then,

I'm gonna come back and talk to
you two some more, all right ?

Don't tell me, he had
an ace up his sleeve ?

Cheater's in the wind.

This guy was drawing dead.

CSI NY - Season 2 - Episode 8
"Bad Beat"

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Looks like he broke his hand.

Shooter's gonna have
some serious bruises.

You boys used this Kelly
guy as a punching bag.

Yeah, well, he's lucky
we didn't kill him.

The shooter was smoking that cigar.

Wasn't just a friendly home game, huh ?

Poker's no longer a
hobby. It's a profession.

As far as these kids are concerned,
desk jobs are for suckers.

Hey, did you guys keep playing
after you kicked him out ?

No, that was the last hand we played.

Blinds are 500 and 250, and the
hole cards had just been dealt.

- You play poker ?
- Occasionally.

- You got a problem with that ?
- Yeah. You're physically incapable

of keeping a straight face.

- Really ?
- Now, Mac.

There's a man with a poker face.
Who knows what he's thinking ?

I'm thinking where'd the gun come from ?

Stashed in the hallway, maybe ?

Unless he was expecting trouble, who
comes to a poker game with a shotgun ?

Blood mixed with saliva.

They beat this kid pretty good.

Blood swipe.

Directionality moves toward
the victim's apartment.

You hear that ?

Peepholes. Everyone's watching.

Anything ?

This new girl stuff has got to stop.

Well, it's better than
sifting through tiger dung.

F unny.

No, I didn't hear anything unusual.

- What happened ?
- Guy was shot down the hall.

Oh, yeah. I heard that.

Did you call 911 ?

No. Why ?

That looks fresh.

Looks like blood.

Good evening.

Are you serious ? Do you
know what time it is ?

I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am,

- but I was wondering...
- I asked you a question.

Do I know what time it is ?

Yes, ma'am, I do. It's 3:00 a.m.

You people are crazy.

I ought to sue for harassment.

You have a good night now.

Never mind. Carry on, sir.

Uh, yeah, see, that's a shame.

What's a shame ?

Somebody went and threw away
a perfectly good shotgun.

- Morning.
- Hey.

Tara Stansfield.

Weather girl, Channel Eight local news.

That explains the pancake makeup.

And the clothes she's wearing,

she might have just came from work.

Yeah. Or on assignment. She's
been doing small stories lately.

Moving up from the weather.

Patrol says a jogger found
her about an hour ago.

No apparent cause of death.
No signs of strangulation.

Nothing indicating sexual assault.

Doesn't appear to be a robbery.

Still wearing her jewelry, her watch.

Pockets aren't turned out.

We got trace on the hands.
It's a yellowish color.

There's no blood, no
damage to the nails.

Although they are fake.

With only traces of dirt.

Coat's damp.

Just a sec.

Lividity on her face

and neck.

Put time of death at
least eight hours ago.

Actually,

ten hours and 13 minutes.

It's impossible to be that exact on TOD.

- You think so, Einstein ?
- Danny, I'm a certified pathologist.

- I know so.
- Her coat is damp.

I got caught in the rain last night.
A 20-minute torrential downpour at 8:45.

Only the makeup on the right
side of her face is streaked,

which means, she was lying
here dead when the rain began.

Show off.

However, this is not good.

No. Any evidence we gather is gonna
be compromised because of the rain.

It's the tiniest shard of glass...

a little black line.

Your weather girl received a blow to
the head. I recovered the glass from

inside the wound.

Only it's not related
to the cause of death.

So, our victim suffered
blunt force trauma,

but it didn't kill her.

This is the point of impact.

There is some hemorrhaging,
but there's no hematoma, or

fractures in the skull,
or swelling of the brain.

So, what was the cause of death ?

She drowned.

Drowned ?

But we found her in Strawberry Fields, and
there was no water anywhere near the scene.

Then she was drowned somewhere
else and dumped in the park.

However, lividity
suggests she wasn't moved.

The killer would have roughly six hours

to dump the body before
lividity was fixed.

I did find trace amounts
of blood sheltered

between the real and fake fingernails.

Sent it to DNA.

And I still have to

take a closer look at the
cross sections of the lung.

Admit it, you're jealous.

Yeah, a little bit.

- Just let me know what you find.
- And what's your first move ?

It looked like she was
coming from work, so...

seems like the logical place to start.

So, how's it going with
the shotgun and the jacket ?

This is definitely the gun.

It was fired recently, but I
couldn't get a usable print off it.

What about the jacket ?

Positive for GSR. It's our shooter's.

We any closer to locating him ?

It's gonna take a while for DNA to
get a profile and run it through CODIS.

But in the meantime, I think
I know how to get this guy.

How ?

Smoke him out.

You recognize this guy ?

No, not ringing any bells.

Smokes your cigars.

He's got good taste.

I like Cubans, personally.

You like Cubans, Mr. Dulcet ?

They seem like decent people.

I'm gonna make this very simple for you.

One phone call, and ATF
will be all over this place

confiscating any Cuban
cigars you might be selling.

You recognize him now ?

His name's Kelly.

He rents one of the
humidors here. Number 11.

And where would that be ?

There.

Thank you.

What do you want with this guy, anyway ?

We just want to talk to him
about some unpaid parking tickets.

Does he have an address on file ?
Pay with a credit card ?

No, most guys come in here pay cash.

You know where he likes to hang out ?

What do I look like, his groupie ?

Oh ! Hey, you know how much that cost ?

Now ? Nothing.

Aw.

- Hey, Stell.
- Yeah ?

That smell Cuban to you ?

- Can't tell, better break another one.
- All right, all right, all right.

I hold a nightly poker game
in the back, big money game.

Knowing Kelly, he'll be here.

All right, what time's the game ?

We start in a couple hours.

See ? That wasn't so hard.

All right, looks like
I have a beautiful print here.

I'm gonna run this through AFIS.

But we'll probably have
better luck catching him here.

I was her cameraman for two years.

I can't believe she's dead.

I just saw her yesterday.

Doing a big story on how
slow the city fixes potholes.

That was taken during the
blizzard of, uh, of '96.

It was so cold, uh... my video
equipment got icicles on it.

Did you come right back to the
studio after that pothole story ?

Yeah, I drove the van back,
she took a private car.

She could have been big, you know ?

- She was going places.
- Leonard !

What the hell is the matter with you ?

Everybody's waiting downstairs.

Let's go !

Well, I'll, uh, let
you guys do your thing.

Coming up at 11:00,

- are your city's restaurants
- Thanks.

clean enough ?

We will take you inside the
kitchens of 15 of the most popular...

Character.

You will be surprised
what we found there.

From inadequate storage
to indescribable meat,

this is a report your stomach
and you cannot afford to miss...

This is interesting.

Obviously, she didn't want anyone
to see what was on that tape.

All right, Adam, work your magic.

Adam, when you're done with that, I got
a pair of slacks that need to be ironed.

I have no response to that.

Okay...

Let's see what Tara Stansfield
didn't want the world to see.

The male walrus and the female
walrus may appear slothful,

but their mating habits
would make even the most...

Walruses. Are you serious ?

Those aren't walruses...

Footage from your 30th
birthday party, Messer ?

Walrus documentary, actually.

It's Tara Stansfield,
our victim from the park.

Who's the other walrus ?

Go to commercial after the
cat hairball prevention story,

then come right back in with sports.

Mr. Fallon, we're gonna need a minute.

This is a news room, Detectives.

You can't be in here,
and I don't have a minute.

Okay, remember we're
going remote, right ?

There it is, good, good, good.

... even the most sexually
active couples jealous...

How about now ? You got a minute ?

Teddy, handle this from
the floor, would you ?

Watch this move.

Oh...

Is Mrs. Fallon fond of that one ?

I can't believe that she taped us.

We're supposed to believe you
didn't know about this, huh ?

Detective, I could lose my job.

- That... could ruin my marriage.
- That's... what we call motive,

Mr. Fallon.

Come on, what, you're
accusing me of killing Tara ?

Well, she was trying to
blackmail you, wasn't she ?

She played you pretty good.
Hidden camera and everything, right ?

What'd she do, threaten
to send this tape

about Weather Girls
Gone Wild to the missus ?

I want my lawyer.

Is your lawyer going to be able to explain
those scratch marks on your arm ?

You know, Tara Stansfield was found...

with skin cells
underneath her fingernails.

You saw the tape...

She's aggressive in bed.

I'm not saying another
word until I get my lawyer.

That's good...'cause
you're gonna need one.

There's our guy.

The dealer.

Bet's to you, Rob.

Bet ?

I think I'll sit this one out.

- I'm out.
- Me, too.

Bet's to me, huh ?

I think I'll...

Fold.

You want to tell me
what this is all about ?

When did playing poker become a felony ?

Recognize that jacket ?

What are you, the lost and found ?

Keep it...

It's worthless.

No, actually, it's invaluable...
It places you at the murder scene.

Throwing the jacket and the
shotgun down the garbage chute ?

Man, you're worse at covering up a murder
than you are cheating at cards.

What are you talking about ?

What shotgun ?

The shotgun you used to kill Joel Ivey.

Joel is dead ?

This is Joel ?

What, you don't recognize him
with half his face blown off ?

Wait a second.

I got caught cheating.

Obviously, you know that.

Then they, uh... tuned
me up pretty good.

Tore my jacket, got some blood on it,

so I threw it down the
garbage chute, and, uh...

then I left.

I swear, I don't know
anything about a shotgun.

Wow... well, the evidence
disagrees with you.

There's gunshot residue on your jacket.

That's... not possible.

I did not kill him.

That wasn't part of the plan.

The plan ?

Come on, Kelly, where did
you keep your shotgun ?

In the stairwell ?

You knew things might
get ugly that night.

We were supposed to clean up.

Clean up how ?

I'm not saying any more.

Oh, guess what ? You don't have to.

Your cards are already on the table.

Cards from the crime scene ?

Yeah, I collected them in
the order they were dealt.

What are you thinking ?

Kelly said that he wouldn't have killed Joel.
That wasn't part of the plan.

Something about how they
were going to... clean up.

Then he just shut down.

So you're thinking the
answer is in the cards ?

Yes, I am.

- Deal'em up.
- All right.

All right, Kelly's got pocket aces.

Actually, everybody looks
pretty good at this point.

Designed to get everyone's
money in the pot.

Let's see the flop.

Eddie's ahead with a full
house, queens over tens.

Mike's working on a flush draw,

Joel and Kelly, two pair.

Eddie's still ahead with a full house.

The only way Kelly can win...

is if the last card's an ace.

Here we go.

This should be the one.

It's not an ace...

This is your last chance to talk, pal.

When I walk out that
door, I'm going home,

cook myself up a nice steak,

watch Letterman.

You... You'll go down to Central Booking,

get a nice lean slice of
bologna on stale white bread.

Hey.

I didn't kill him.

Our vic would've been the winner.

Kelly and Joel were cheating together.

He wouldn't have killed
his partner in crime.

Kelly stood to split half the winnings.

So if he didn't kill him, who did ?

DNA came back on the blood
in the victim's hallway.

Blood mixed with saliva on the floor,

and the blood swipe on the wall.

Exactly. The blood and saliva
mixture belongs to Kelly Lindgren.

The blood on the wall ?

It's not Kelly's. It
had no hits in CODIS.

Somebody else was
bleeding in that hallway.

Our possible shooter.

Exhibit A.

Hammerback found gravel

and a leaf particle in the victim's lung
tissue. We need a reference sample,

so the logical starting point is Strawberry
Fields, where we found Tara.

- All right, let's go.
- Not quite yet. Exhibit B...

The DNA results from the skin cells

under Tara Stansfield's nails.

I take it it wasn't that sleazy news
producer, 'cause you'd be more excited.

No, it wasn't Ethan Fallon.
DNA results were female.

And get this...

It's an exact match...

to the DNA...

of the victim.

To Tara Stansfield.

She didn't scratch herself,

'cause there were no marks
or abrasions on her body.

Means only one thing.

Other than being identical twins,

Tara and I were nothing alike.

She was always in the spotlight,

and I...

well, I'm a school teacher.

We weren't that close.

I suppose we spent more time trying to be
different than trying to understand each other.

What happened to your face ?

Tara and I had an argument.

An argument that got out of hand ?

My DNA test results tell me

that it was a bit more
than a conversation.

Where were you the night she died ?

Am I a suspect ?

- Detective ?
- No, I'm sorry. It's just, uh,

amazing how much you look like her.

If I'm a suspect, Detective...

You know what ? You know about
the videotape, don't you ?

That's it.

That's it, isn't it ?

That tape goes public, who
would know the difference ?

Somebody could easily think it was you.

That must have ticked you off.

- Did you hit your sister, Kayla ?
- I didn't touch her.

Distribution through the Internet.

You could even download
this thing onto your phone,

and every time somebody does it,

I get paid and become more famous.

Do you ever think of
anyone other than yourself ?

Tara, please don't do
this. I'm a school teacher.

Oh, trust me, Kayla, no one
is going to think it's you.

My face is your face.

Now people can tell us apart.

When I left this
apartment, she was alive.

When I got home, there was
a message on my voicemail.

She said she was sorry
and that she was wrong...

and that she was crazy to even
ntertain the idea in the first place.

Then she thanked me

and promised not to release the video.

Do you still have that message ?

No, I erased it.

Look, if we're through here, I'd like
to get back to my sister's belongings.

You can see yourself out.

911. What's your emergency ?

Yeah, I heard a big blast,
like a shotgun or something.

- What's your location, sir ?
- 705 East 83rd.

- Hurry. Someone might be shot.
- Police are on their way.

Hey, Lindsay.

- Hey.
- Got your page.

Yeah.

I have 911 calls from the victim's
building on the night of the murder.

- Anybody see anything ?
- No.

They all heard something, but, uh,
nobody ventured outside their apartment.

The interesting thing is this.

A flood of 911 calls
came in at 1:23 a.m.,

all stating that they had just heard

what sounded like a gunshot.

And then...

there's this.

911. What's your emergency ?

A hang up.

What time was the call made ?

1:21 a.m.

Two minutes before the
calls about the gunshot.

Well, maybe a neighbor heard
the fight at the card game.

Or possibly saw the
shooter in the hallway.

We need to talk to that caller.

It was nothing, really...

My boyfriend and I
got back from a party,

and this... guy followed
us into the elevator.

He was obviously drunk,
and reeked of marijuana.

He kept bumping into me, and you know...

rubbing my hair.

Whoa, easy there, pal.

Then what happened ?

He followed us out of
the elevator, and...

we just kind of ignored him
and rushed in the apartment.

It was nothing.

Well, it had to be something.

Enough for you to call 911.

Well...

He banged on the door a couple times,

but then he left.

Why'd you hang up ?

Um, I'm subletting.

Illegally.

I'm just trying to keep a low profile.
You're not going to say anything, are you ?

- No, you can trust me.
- Thanks.

What about the 911 caller ?

She and her boyfriend were being
harassed by some guy in the elevator.

- So it turned out to be nothing.
- No apparent connection.

Mac, Stella.

What's up ?

The recent advances in
DNA are unbelievable.

The blood swipe from
the victim's hallway

belongs to a Caucasian male
with brown hair and green eyes.

Ooh, that narrows the pool.

Oh, and Mr. Green Eyes
likes to take bong hits.

I found trace amounts
of THC in his blood.

Marijuana.

Yeah, I know what it is, Lindsay. Check
the profile against recent drug arrests.

I'm on it.

Can this be right ? Heather Davison,
the 911 caller I was just telling you about,

said that the guy who was harassing
her in the elevator reeked of marijuana.

- What's the connection to the victim ?
- I don't know.

But she lives on the ninth floor. How did
this guy's blood get on the eighth floor ?

Heather said she called 911 after
the guy started pounding on her door.

Quite aggressively.

There's blood on the carpet.

Something happened up here that
Heather's not telling us about.

Detective Bonasera.

Heather,

you didn't tell me the
whole truth, did you ?

There's blood outside your door.

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

I do.

I didn't want to scare you,
so I didn't say anything.

Say anything about what, Scott ?

Remember when I rushed you
back into the apartment ?

You think I'm scared of you ?

I'm not scared of anybody.

Not anymore.

I'm not going to tell you again.

- Get the hell out of here.
- Are you a tough guy ?

Can you give us a description ?

Yeah.

I was staring him right in the face.

White guy, five-ten,

brown hair, green eyes.

Had you ever seen this man before ?

No.

After I went back inside,

I looked through the peephole
and saw him go to the elevator.

That was the end of it.

I'm not so sure that was the end of it.

Stella.

Looks like our drunk guy went up.

And then he came back down.

He came back down to kill you.

Only he went to the wrong floor.

Oh, Rain Man.

You know what, they're making great
strides in weather gear these days, Doc ?

It's called an umbrella.

Actually, the umbrella dates back
to the Wei Dynasty, 386 A.D. Here

What is it ?

Broken glass I found embedded
in the soil at the crime scene.

See if you can make
heads or tails of it.

- Beautiful.
- Somebody mention tails ?

I went down to the
bodega to get some gum,

and somewhere between like the Red Hots

and the Chocolate Balls

I discovered this.

I thought you said Tara Stansfield
decided to not release the tape.

That's what her sister told me.

Someone got hold of a copy and
decided to release it anyway, huh ?

Yeah,

- And that someone could be our killer.
- Yeah.

Yo, Hawkes.

Our weather girl was
killed by the weather.

- Am I supposed to know what that means ?
- Check this out.

I scanned the ground
where the victim was found.

Her head was lying in a slight depression
in the ground when it started to rain.

So she drowned in two
inches of water in the park.

I guess it wasn't a dump job.

Not only did the rain
wash away our evidence,

it washed away Tara Stansfield's life.

The missing piece is...

who hit her over the head ?

I got a big piece of
that puzzle right here.

The glass shards from the victim's head

are the same as the ones
from the crime scene.

- Looks like a cylinder.
- Yeah, and look at those black lines

- right there. They look...
- Wait till you see this.

The ground in the park
was altered by the rain,

but the scanner was still
able to pick something up.

I noticed if you look from underneath...

Seems to form a triangle.

Like from a tripod.

Exactly.

Leonard Curson.

Oh, Detectives. Hey,
what can I do for you ?

This your van ?

Yeah, yeah, one of the perks, I guess.

No one else has access ?

Not unless they have these, they don't.

- Mind if we take a look inside ?
- Uh, sure, yeah, go ahead.

Danny.

You didn't know you broke it, did you ?

Broken level and blood

I know that doesn't look like much,
but there's actually an image

that's transferred onto that plastic.

And my partner is a very good scientist.

Tara needed it to look like
someone stole her private sex tape

and sold it for profit.

That's where you come in, buddy.

You give her your camera,

so she can videotape herself
having sex with her boss.

And you make the copies

and you sell it on the Internet.

Am I right ? I know what
you're thinking, right ?

A little plastic cover couldn't
possibly get anyone convicted. No...

but you know what ?

Your broken tripod definitely will.

I didn't mean to kill her.

We had a deal.

But your deal went south

when Tara had an
argument with her sister

and decided not to release the tape.

I know.

So you lured her to the park.

You brought me out here for this ?

I told you, I'm not doing it.

You're wasting your time, Leonard.
I already destroyed the tape.

Yeah, I thought you
might do that, so, um...

I made a copy.

You still took a copy and distributed
it and profited from her death.

Look, I didn't mean to kill her !

You left her in the park, Leonard !

You didn't even make an
anonymous call to 911 !

- What am I supposed to think ?!
- That doesn't make me a killer !

Yes, it does. And you can
keep telling yourself that.

All right ?

Because I'm going to take you to a place
now where they have sex for no profit.

All right, get up.

Get up !

We know the shooter lives
above the ninth floor.

Well, if he went back to his
apartment after the shooting,

he might have gotten some
G.S.R. on his doorknob.

- How many floors in this building ?
- 18.

Bring it on.

Stella.

This guy could be a
loose cannon. You ready ?

Yeah.

Hi.

Is your daddy home ?

Daddy.

Daddy,

wake up.

Daddy.

Daddy, wake up.

- Doesn't ring any bells, does it ?
- Am I supposed to know who this is ?

You blew his head off with a shotgun.

I never met this guy before.

How about this guy ?

You were a different man two
years ago, weren't you, James ?

Great job,

beautiful wife, beautiful daughter.

Life was good.

And that all ended the
day you were mugged.

Two years ago you came
home late from the office

and you were attacked by two guys.

They pistol-whipped you,
poured gasoline all over you.

Threatened to light you on fire.

H-How long were you
in the hospital, James ?

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

The wounds went away,

but the nightmares...

the trauma...

that never went away, did it ?

So you did what a lot of
people do to try to escape.

You drank.

And you drank.

And you swore that you'd
never be a victim again.

That's why you went upstairs
and grabbed your shotgun

after being punched in the face.

But when you went back downstairs,

you were too drunk and pissed off
to know you went to the wrong floor.

So you killed someone you
never laid eyes on, James.

And there's nothing you
can do to escape that.

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