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(footsteps approaching)

(indistinct radio transmissions)

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transmissions continue)

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(door hinges squeaking)

(wood creaking)

? ?

(hinges squeaking)

(switches clicking)

(clattering, creaking)

(sighs)

Hey.

It's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Are you all right?

Hungry, I bet, huh?

Freeze!

NYPD!

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(thunder crashing)

(siren wailing)

This is Detective Bonasera.
I need backup.

In pursuit of a subject vehicle.

Suspect is headed north on
Amsterdam Avenue at 97th.

It's a small pickup truck,
silver in color,

tailgate missing,
right rear light is broken.

New York license plate AQT543.

(truck horn blasting)

(tires screeching)

(metal crunching)

(glass breaking, loud crashing)

(metallic scraping)

(groaning)

(panting)

(Bonasera groans)

(car door closes)

Give me your hand.

Come on, damn it!

We have to do this together.

(gasps)

(panting)

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? Out here in the fields ?

? I fight for my meals ?

? I get my back into my living ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ?

Whatever it is, it looks serious.

Waiting for the
results of an autopsy.

Been hovering outside
of Sid's office

until he finally banished me.

We pick up a case I
don't know about?

Marina Garito.

How many business cards
do you hand out a week

to friends and family
of victims and say,

"If you need anything,
give me a call?"

Countless.

Marina Garito called me
every Monday at 8:00 sharp,

without fail, for three years.

Always asking the same question.

Wanting to know if there
were any new leads

in her brother's case.

Her brother was murdered?

Luke Garito was eight years
old when he went missing

15 years ago.

He was presumed dead.

Marina was relentless in
her search for answers.

Calling with potential leads,

names of possible suspects.

Last Monday, she left me a message.

Said she was close

to the biggest break
in the case yet.

I have no idea what she meant,

'cause I was, uh...

I was too busy to get back to her.

Last night, she was rushed
to Trinity General Hospital.

Gunshot wound, dead on arrival.

I completed my autopsy
of Marina Garito.

She committed suicide.

What?

Sid, that's just not possible.

(sighs)

Self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Was there any bruising,

or defensive injuries
suggesting a struggle?

No.

What about gunshot residue?

SEM picked up trace amounts of GSR

on our victim's right hand.

It's consistent with her handedness

and the location of
the wound on the body.

There's got to be another
explanation for this.

I'm sorry, Stella,

but there's nothing here
that hints at foul play.

Was suicide

the preliminary determination
of the officers at the scene?

Yes. And my postmortem

examination of the
victim confirms it.

I believe the crime report
mentions that they found a note.

So, that's it? Case closed?

It's not my call.

Oh, come on, Sid. You and I

both know that once
suicide is suggested,

proper protocol of a
homicide investigation,

both at the scene and with
the body, is dismissed.

Things get overlooked.

SID: Well, that may be
the case in the field,

but certainly not here

in the medical examiner's office.

This young woman
had reason to live.

She would not have done this.

SID: I've seen hundreds of cases

with the very same
set of circumstances,

and I've arrived at
the exact same result.

Maybe this time you're wrong.

All right... No, I'm sorry.

If there is one thing I am sure of,

it's that Marina Garito
did not kill herself.

This was murder.

Don't take it personally, Sid.

Stella worked through the night.

She's tired.

We're both disappointed, I suppose.

Disappointed?

That we didn't get any answers
for Marina about her brother.

It's been three years

since Stella entered
Luke Garito's DNA sample

into the Missing Persons database.

Our hope was that it
would match a John Doe

that came in somewhere,

but time after time,

nothing, we never got a hit.

Then last night,
Marina's body was brought in.

So I called Stella.

And her suicide made you think

she gave up?

On us, yeah.

This all feels more tragic

because Luke and Marina were twins.

You know, and they
say there's a bond.

I wish there was something more

I could have done for her,
for them.

(sighs)

It's been almost 15 years

since Luke disappeared.

But each morning I wake up,

I don't think about it
being another day that

I haven't seen my brother.

For me, it's another day
closer to him coming home.

Of course sometimes,
it's hard to remain optimistic.

Reality sets in,

and I could see the possibility
that he's actually dead.

It makes it easier,

because it helps me erase the image

that Luke is...

sitting somewhere,

alone,

waiting, wondering,

"Where haven't they come to get me?

Where are they?"

It's strange.

When I do let myself
imagine that we find him,

I have my arms around him, but, uh,

he's still an eight-year-old boy.

I hope he's okay.

We've got to find something
that at least shows motive.

Right, and we can't do that

without access to
Marina's apartment.

And Mac needs cause

to secure it as a crime scene.

Yeah. We need evidence
to get the evidence.

Well, what about the fact

that women rarely commit
suicide with guns?

Their method is usually
overdose or poison.

You want to guess what the
DA's going to say to that?

You know, the odds are definitely
stacked against us, Stell.

I've read the police report.

There was as suicide letter

sent to her family and friends.

"It's time I end it all.
Free myself.

"This is the only way I know how.

Leaving here is my only option."

This is all typed on
a computer, Hawkes.

Anybody could have written it.

Marina closed bank accounts,
paid her bills.

She made a large cash
contribution to charity.

All signs of a plan
to attempt suicide.

I mean, not to mention,
her prints were

on the gun we recovered
from the scene.

Well, the killer could have
put the gun in her hands.

Stella, I'm all for women's
intuition and gut instinct,

but what is it, exactly,
that makes you think

Marina Garito didn't
take her own life?

She wasn't finished, Lindsay.

She hadn't found her brother yet.

They were eight years old
when he went missing.

When I met her, she was 21.

She was dedicated to finding him.

She had notebooks with names,
places, questions,

possible witnesses.

I remember her face,
the look in her eyes

when she first came to me for help.

Excuse me.

Hi. I don't exactly
know how to do this,

but my brother is missing,

and, uh, I have his hat.

And I've been told
that it might help.

You're going to have to file
a missing persons report.

Uh, this might take a while.

So, I'm sorry,
but if you just have a seat...

How long has your
brother been missing?

12 years.

What's your name?

Marina.

Okay, Marina.
Let's see what we can do.

Thank you.

And every Monday after that,

she would call me.

And there was always
this determination

and hope in her voice.

She wasn't going to stop
until she got answers.

Maybe after all this time,
she lost that hope.

She surrendered.

No. I don't believe
Marina Garito gave up.

(indistinct chattering)

I'd, uh, be more than
happy to help you.

You look a little lost.

Oh, no. I was told to wait
right by the elevator.

The lost look is me
just taking this all in.

I've never seen a crime lab before.

You know, I could give you a tour,

uh, show you some epithelials

under the microscope.

Seen plenty of epithelials,
but thank you.

Ah. Biologist?

Doctor. Dermatologist?

Emergency room. Single?

Cute. (chuckles)

Mac.

Boss.

Hey, Aubrey. Hi.

I've got some work to do here.

Your call was a pleasant surprise.

Come on in to my office.

I have to admit,
it was a little, uh, selfish

on my part. I really wanted to see

the crime lab.

So I figured I'd kill two birds

with one stone

and bring these down myself.

What are these?

A young woman came into
emergency last night.

A Marina Garito.

I figured you needed her
clothing for your investigation.

Usually somebody comes
by from the precinct,

but nobody showed.

Her death was determined a suicide.

Investigation's been closed.

Really?

Sounds like you have
another opinion, Doctor.

Uh, no.

No. I'm way out of my league here,

so...

Huh. Okay.

Well... Yeah, there you go.

I-I didn't mean to bother you,
so... Okay.

It was really good to see you, Mac.

Let me just mention
cadaveric spasm.

Instantaneous rigor.

You moonlight as a pathologist?

No.

Just got back from Afghanistan.

I was working as a doctor
in the Air Force Reserves.

Really?

Yeah.

Looks like you know something
about that yourself.

Cadaveric spasm?

Yeah. Occasionally, I would notice

a soldier's hand that was
clinched with nothing inside.

The rigor marks the last activity

of the victim and is usually
associated with a violent death.

The soldiers' clenched hands

were trying to hold
on to their weapon.

Yes.

Last night, I noticed
Marina Garito's left hand

was tightly clenched the same way.

(alarm sounding) Clear!

You're sure it was her left hand?

Yeah.

Mac, this is the first sign

that suggests that Marina may
have struggled or resisted.

Now, the reason Sid
didn't see it is because

by the time he received the
body from the hospital,

rigor had broken.

It doesn't rule out suicide.

Sid's GSR result still puts the
gun in Marina's right hand.

But it gives us cause
to investigate.

Yes, it does.

All right.

Now, cadaveric spasm
captures their last attempt

to grasp onto something
to save themselves.

I believe that's exactly
what happened with Marina.

She reached out to grab onto something,
to clench something.

The question is what?

And why?

(camera shutter clicking)

? ?

No witnesses.

Most of Marina's neighbors

were either sleeping
or not at home.

One guy thought he heard a ruckus,
called the police,

but never bothered getting off
his couch to check things out.

Possible signs of a struggle.

You're not buying it?

A gunshot wound to the
stomach's pretty effective,

but not instantly fatal, right?

Let's say Marina fires the gun...

(gunshot, Marina cries out)

...and she knocks
all this stuff over

as she stumbles across the floor

to try to get to her
phone to call for help.

'Cause we both know,
most suicide attempts fail

because the victims regret the act

the moment they commit to it.

Or...

Marina was struggling

with the shooter for the gun.

It discharges. (gunshot)

He marks her prints
on the gun, flees.

She's still conscious.

So she struggles over to get her
cell phone and call for help.

Either way,
it could be the cell phone

that her left hand was clutching,

and she fell unconscious
before she was able

to make the call, but...

there are no signs of
forced entry, Stella.

So it was someone she knew.

A hamburger and fries

is not exactly a last meal.

FLACK: Are you kidding me?

These are from the Shake Shack.

All right, I get it.

More evidence supports
suicide than murder.

You think I'm trying too hard?

We all have a Marina
Garito, Stella.

John Brennan calls the
station house once a month,

and anyone who answers the phone

gets a story about how his
wife was murdered,

and the man who's responsible
is still out there.

And it breaks your heart,

because you don't have
any answers for him.

But what can you do?

Tell me. On those Mondays
when you got those calls,

after you hung up the phone,
what did you do?

You can't do much.

Because you're chasing bad guys
who are out there right now,

and the evidence on those
old cases gets cold

and the witnesses don't remember

half of what they used to, and...

You're right. But I just can't

stop thinking that I
should have done more

to help her find her brother.

You took her calls every Monday.

That's a lot.

Humor me.

Let's search the place
before we head out.

Sure.

Thanks.

FLACK: Nothing out here
screams breaking and entering.

(Bonasera grunts)

Stella! Flack!

I'm going down the fire escape.

Hey, Flack! I'm on him!

FLACK: I'm on it!

FLACK: I got him!

It's Flack. I need backup
at the Westside Rec Center.

(gasps)

(gunshot)

What the hell? Oh, my God.

(inhales sharply)

(gasping)

(cries out)

Freeze!

(grunts in pain)

Stella!

Dr. Burcham to Room 101.

(indistinct chattering nearby)

MARINA: My mother was crying.

There was so much noise,

so many people.

My stepfather was
talking to the police.

He remembered the sound
of an ice cream truck.

(whimsical music playing)

My brother's bike was
on the stoop,

but he wasn't.

And the hardest part of it all...

that I looked exactly like him.

Twins.

I was a constant reminder
of what had happened,

of who was missing.

(voice breaking):
And I hated my face.

My mother died, a year later.

All right, I'm gonna write you
a prescription for the pain.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

She's gonna be fine.

Thanks.

Before you even think about it,
I am not going on sick leave.

Didn't cross my mind.

I do want you to
take it easy, though.

The man who attacked you,
you're sure it was Tony Dirisa?

Absolutely.

It was Marina's stepfather.

Description of Dirisa
just went out on Teletype.

All commands have been notified: airports,
bus terminals, train stations.

Plus we're sitting on his job
and all his regular haunts.

Well, despite all that's happened,

we still don't have proof

that Marina's death was
murder and not suicide.

She was murdered because
she found the answer.

That's what she meant when she
said she was getting close.

She found her brother's killer,

and her brother's killer found her.

I put my money on Dirisa.

He was a person of interest

when Luke Garito went missing,

but there wasn't enough
evidence to even arrest them.

Well, there was a reason why
he was in that apartment.

I think the answer to that is
floating in a blue tile pool.

? ?

HAWKES: Vesicles just underneath
the skin. You're sure?

Positive. Common with acute
irritant contact dermatitis.

More specifically, a metal allergy.

Suggests she came

into contact with something

she was allergic to
just prior to death.

Confirms my findings.

I swabbed the palm of Marina's hand

and found very small
traces of nickel.

Which would cause this
type eczematous reaction.

Possibly a clue to what she
was gripping in her left hand.

Sid, you called me down here

to confirm your
discovery of a rash?

I'm a little cautious after
this morning, Sheldon.

I feel better with
a second opinion.

I would've concluded
suicide same as you.

You don't know that for sure.

Experience is a curse sometimes.

Things start to get routine,

and at the first sign of an answer,

you leap in a familiar direction

without asking,
"Is there another possibility?"

The forensic clues at a scene
and on the victim's body

tells us what path to
take in an autopsy.

That's something we don't dictate.

If a victim's found with
ligature marks on the neck,

we're not considering
poisoning as cause of death.

You taught me that.

I know.

(chuckles)

I just feel bad.

Sid...

We're not always right,

but it's not always
because we're wrong.

Hey,

how's Stella?

Tough as ever.

Good.

(camera shutter clicking)

(sniffs)

This French fry is
not a French fry.

(computer trilling)

(beeping)

(device whirring)

Hey, what do you got?

It's foam.

The French fry I
collected at the scene?

It's morphology is a
match to polyurethane;

everyday furniture foam.

The French fry is foam.

And the rest of them?

Greasy French fries.

(computer trilling, beeping)

HAWKES: GSR. I swabbed that from

the terminal surface
of the foam fry.

Foam and GSR.

Foam and GSR.

It's possible...

What?

GSR is gunshot residue.

If what I'm thinking is right,
it would explain everything.

I'll get Mac and Stella.

You get Adam, tell him
to bring his pillow.

Where we going? Reconstruction.

What are you thinking?

You'll find out!

(gunshot)

And there you go.

ROSS: That looks exactly
like a French fry.

When the bullet perforated the
soft material of the pillow,

it punched out a piece of foam.

The bullet was forcing what
was in front of it out.

Right. And when the
heat from the bullet

made initial contact
with our foam slice,

it left these dark edges,
leaving behind GSR,

making it look like a French fry.

Which explains why the first
on the scene never found it.

HAWKES: Right.

BONASERA: It looked exactly
like the other food

in the apartment-
that's what I thought it was.

We've just proven

Marina's suicide was murder.

Really?

I-I don't get it.

How did we do that?

The French fry...

the foam slice found

in Marina's living
room is proof that

a pillow was used as a silencer.

(gunshot)

Anyone who's committing suicide

isn't concerned with
muffling the sound of a gun.

Which proves that Marina
did not kill herself.

All right, that leaves
us with Tony Dirisa.

Okay, I'm with you all the way
up until the Tony Dirisa part.

The pillow I collected at the pool

didn't have a bullet hole in it.

It's the psychology of guilt, Adam.

Tony Dirisa shot Marina

and used a pillow as a silencer.

The whole French fry thing.
Right. And then

he took that pillow with
him when he fled the scene.

Okay, makes sense; he doesn't
want to leave the evidence.

LINDSAY: But then he started
to overthink things.

A guilty conscience
needs no accuser.

Tony Dirisa went
back to the apartment

to get this pillow, not because
it had a bullet hole in it;

because it didn't.

He thought it would seem weird

that the sofa had one pillow,

and somehow we'd be on to him.

His biggest mistake was going back.

If he hadn't, we might
never have connected him

to the French fry.

Okay, we're done. We got him.

BONASERA: No.

We can only prove that
he took the pillow.

We need to put Tony
Dirisa in that apartment

and put that gun in his hand.

(gunshot, Marina gasps)

What the hell just happened?

(sighs)

Whoa!

I'm not liking the body language.

(sighs)

The bullet that Sid extracted

from Marina Garito is
definitely from this gun.

It's the same gun
that the guys from

the 37th recovered
from her apartment.

But no connection to Dirisa?

No. I was hoping to match
the DNA on the weapon

to Dirisa's blood
collected from the pool.

But it was wiped down pretty good.

I did, however, get

a case-to-case hit on
the bullet's striae.

This gun was used a week ago

in a bodega robbery, and a
bullet was pulled from the wall.

They get a description
of the shooter?

Asian-American male between
the age of 17 to 20.

So a kid robs a bodega,
and then sold or discarded the gun,

and somehow Tony Dirisa
ended up with it?

Mm-hmm. Now, look,
I know this is kind of a long shot,

but I can chase this, boss, okay?

We get the surveillance
footage from the bodega,

hopefully ID the kid,
he gets a little nervous

'cause he now thinks
he's connected to a gun

that just killed a woman,

he flips, we ID the guy that
he just sold the gun to.

Well, if it's Tony Dirisa, great.

If it's not,
you're chasing every place

the gun's been in the last week.

Could be three people, could be 20.

I think we're running
out of time, Adam.

Dirisa's gotta be nervous.

He knows we know it's him.

The next logical step would be

to get out of town, and we got
to find him before he does.

Lindsay Messer!

I need a witness.

What is this?

Uh... a swatch of fabric.

I saw those in Marina's apartment.

She as a designer for her
stepfather's textile company.

Right. Looks normal, yeah?

Yeah.

Does it feel normal?

Yes. Yes. All right.

Well, now grab the
other end with these.

Okay, you ready?

What are we doing?

Just give it a second.

And boom.

What the hell was that?

The answer.

Marina's hand was clenched
around this piece of fabric.

It's imported from
Italy to one specific

textile distributor
here in the city,

Dirisa Textile.

Okay, you guys are gonna have
to get to the razzle-dazzle part

'cause I'm not seeing anything
we can make an arrest on.

It's memory textile.

External stimulus,
like temperature,

cause the fabric to change shape.

DANNY: And it first reacted to the
heat from the light table.

It's made out of equal
parts nickel and titanium.

Nitinol,

which is an alloy known
for its unique properties

of super elasticity
and shape memory.

And Hawke said that Sid found
a rash on Marina's hand.

It was an allergic
reaction to nickel.

It's from this swatch of fabric.

But Marina wasn't holding
anything at the scene

or at the hospital. Yes, she was,

they just didn't see it because
Marina's body temperature

warmed the swatch and it retracted.

It was hidden under the
folds of her fingers.

Postmortem, her body temperature

significantly dropped,

causing the fabric
to uncoil, flatten

and easily slip
through her fingers.

Probably in the ambulance
or in the gurney,

which is why it was included in
the collection of her clothes.

So Marina clenched
this fabric in her fist

because she knew she held the
clue to her killer's identity.

MARINA: Tony married my
mom when we were five.

He loved her a lot.

But you could tell that
kids were a big adjustment.

YOUNG MARINA: Ready or not,
here I come.

How many times I got to tell
you to put that bike away.

MARINA: He tried really hard.

He took care of me.

He and Luke...

it was tough for them.

I... I don't think
he meant to do it.

You're not my dad!

Get over here. Let me go!

Let go! Not your father, huh?

Stop it!

My arm! Ah! (thudding)

Oh, Luke. Luke, I'm sorry. Luke?

MARINA (voice breaking):
I stayed in there for a while,

hoping this-this isn't real,

and I was wondering

who's going to take care of me.

(sobbing): What will happen
to me if I tell the truth?

And would my mom love me anymore

if they both went away?

No one asked me what happened.

So I just forgot.

What's going on?

One of Flack's CI's just
got an emergency request

for some forged documents-
passport and ID.

Sounds like Tony Dirisa's
getting out of town.

Yep. And Flack and I are going
to go help him through security.

(sighs)

MARINA: "Detective Bonasera,

"I want to thank you for
all that you've done

"in trying to help me
find my brother.

"Finally, I can put this
all to rest now.

"I know what happened.

"I know who did it.

I knew all along."

Repressed memory-
that's what they call it.

I was in college

and someone asked me
about my missing brother.

And he said why had
nothing been done.

So I got angry,

and I started to ask
my own questions.

Talked to investigators,

looked for answers.

Two weeks ago...

I went back there.

Back to the house where we lived.

And I remembered it all.

Is this where you pointed the gun

right before you shot her, huh?

Or was it here? Hey, let go of me.

Take it easy, Mr.
Dirisa, all right?

You've got the right
to remain silent.

It was an accident. You got
to believe me. What happened?

Pillow got in the way and the
gun accidentally went off?

You've got the right
to an attorney.

Want to hear this now
or on the ride over?

If you cannot find an attorney...

(indistinct radio transmissions)

All by herself, she figured it out.

The timeline, the conflicting
witness accounts,

the-the ice cream truck
that never existed.

She confided in you.

Told you everything she
knew every step of the way.

TONY: We both wanted answers.

BONASERA: Oh, sure you did.

Only you wanted to know
what she knew.

How close Marina was getting
to learning the truth.

I would never do
anything to hurt Marina.

You panicked.

Just like you did
when you killed Luke.

Did she look at you
differently, Tony?

Is that what it was?

I didn't kill her.

Yes, you did.

Only what you didn't know,
what we all didn't know,

was that Marina had ended her
commitment to search for Luke.

She was finally letting it all go.

She was letting you go.

The e-mail to her friends

was mistaken as a suicide note
only because she was found dead.

Listen to her words.

"It's time I end it all.

BONASERA & MARINA: "Free myself.

"And this is the only
way I know how.

MARINA: "Leaving here is
my only option.

BONASERA & MARINA: Tony,
we're both free."

She knew it was you.

You panicked for nothing.

You killed her for nothing.

She was letting you go.

Hey, Sid.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

No, you were right.

And I got defensive because I thought,
what if she's right?

(chuckles)

It reminds me that

I may be a little off my game.

I'm getting old.

Uh-uh.

You are wise, my friend.

(chuckles): If only.

I got a letter in the
mail today from Marina.

Yeah?

Said she was moving to Boston.

Mr. Brennan?

MAN (over phone): Yeah.
Who is this?

Hey, it's Detective Don Flack.

How you doing?

I'm fine. What can I help you with?

Well, I was hoping that you
and I could get together.

You know something about my wife?

No, sir, I don't have any answers,

but I'm sure as hell hoping
that you and I can find some.

Really? Wow, Detective,
it has been a long time.

Yeah, it has been a long time.

? ?

MARINA: Three years after the
day it all happened,

I was 11...

and I remember coming home

thinking that he's here.

He's back.

He's here. Luke.

I was sure he was hiding
in our secret place.

YOUNG MARINA: Ready or not,
here I come.

But he wasn't.

And I remembered him telling me

that one day he's going
to hide in a place

that I would never find him.

But I did. I did find him.

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