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Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

Don't move!

Freeze!

Slide the knife to me.

She deserved to die.

She took everything
I worked for.

Slide the knife to me!
Do it now.

Mac! Officer down.

I need a bus at 675 Bowery.

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CSI New York - 6x22 "Point Of
View" Aired on May 19, 2010

Out here in the Fields

I fight for my meals

I get my back into my living

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mac!

Mac? Mac!

We caught the son
of a bitch, Mac.

We got him... got him.

ONE WEEK LATER

Aah... geez...

This lovely stack of papers
needs your signature.

Yeah. I'll do my best.

I'll have Adam pick
it up later tonight.

You need all this
stuff by tonight?

You show me no mercy.

Also need you to
take a look at this.

Photo was lifted
from security footage

from a bar in Astoria, Queens.

Shane Casey's still
posing as a cop.

Yeah. And he still has Danny's
stolen badge and debit card.

Got another hit
on my debit card.

An ATM in Midtown.

Shane Casey.

This was last night, Mac.

We were investigating
an unrelated shooting.

We're trying to track him down.

Didn't you bring
me any good news?

Actually, I did.

Breakfast.

Something fabulous.

Spicy orange chicken
from Senor Chow's.

Nice.

You're gonna have to
live with the fact

that you'll smell
like garlic all day,

but it might take the edge
off your pain medication.

Speaking of which,
how are those ribs?

Oh, still broken.

Uh-oh.

What?

You know, it's like a soap opera

in this complex over here.

I had no idea what was
going on in the world

in the middle of the day until
I got marooned in this chair.

Mac Taylor! You're
spying on your neighbors!

That young lady

over there-- she's
supposed to be in school.

She's about to get caught.

Her mother's coming
down the hall.

She's in trouble, big-time.

God, I miss being a teenager.

Yeah, me, too.

I was grounded every
other weekend.

We're gonna need something
to wash this down.

There's some bottled
water in the fridge.

Oh, great. I got it.

Okay, I've got two waters,

and I brought two forks

for those of us who are
chopstick-challenged.

Hmm?

Oh. Great.

Let's eat.

Hurts to even inhale.

Whoa.

Yeah, about $2,000 in cash,

but no wallet and no I.D.

And he had at least
$200 more than that.

Yeah, when the bartender
tried to check his I.D.,

our Vic said he
forgot his wallet

and gave him $200 in
cash to let it slide.

Bartender have any
idea who did this? No.

He didn't even know there
was an altercation.

Another customer found the Vic

when he came in to take a leak.

Did you just use "take a leak"

and "altercation" in
the same sentence?

You know, I don't know
what we're looking at here.

There's no gunshot
or stab wounds,

no sign of head trauma.

There's a bloody nose,
but no swelling

or bruising on the Vic's face
to suggest he was even punched.

So maybe our guy knew

how to duck and throw a
couple jabs of his own.

No, don't think so.

There are no defensive
injuries of any kind.

His fists are clean.

I don't think this
guy landed a punch.

Okay, so he wasn't the
one looking for a fight.

That means the blood
and skin on this mirror

belong to our attacker,
whose only weapon was his fist.

Well... he must have
missed with a jab,

and then landed with a
well-placed body shot

that caused internal
injuries and killed or Vic.

So why didn't our
John Doe fight back?

Fear? FLACK: This guy?

Hey, he was clearly sweating.

Those are urine
stains on his pants.

Are you kidding me?

Who could make

a big strong guy like that
scared enough to pee his pants?

Those are some pretty
rough-looking bruises

you got on your hand there,
big guy.

I work hard.

On what, breaking glass?

What that's supposed to mean?

Your seven years of bad luck

is starting right now, Mr.
Picozzi.

This guy dead?

Come on, you didn't realize
how hard you hit him?

I didn't hit nobody.

I don't even know who
this character is.

Okay, so you didn't
introduce yourself

before you landed the
punch that ended his life.

But you didn't have to
know him to kill him.

I didn't kill nobody, lady.

I don't think he
knows how this works.

See, we found your blood
in the restaurant bathroom

when we found his body.

Center Street Grill ring a bell?

And unlucky for you,
that blood got a hit in CODIS.

And you may be wondering

how we got a match to
you in our database.

You got a bunch of priors
for violent assault.

Is that your thing?

Huh? You like beating people up?

That's your MO?

Except, this time,
you killed a man.

That's a bunch of crap.

You guys got this whole
thing sideways. No, no.

What we got is your blood

on a cracked mirror
at a murder scene.

Yeah, 'cause I hit it.
Not the guy. There was no guy.

All right. What happened?

I was at the grill, okay?

At the bar,
drinking with my girl.

Out of nowheres, the broad
tells me she's pregnant.

Inside, I'm freakin'.

I do the gentlemanly thing,

excuse myself from the table,

enter the bathroom and
punch the living hell

out of the mirror, 'cause I
ain't ready to be a father.

Wow.

That's a good story.

It's the truth,
and I want a lawyer.

Hmm. You know, Troy,

innocent folks don't
usually ask for a lawyer.

That's 'cause they're stupid
and don't have the balls

to sue you guys
for false arrest.

No way.

Oh.

No way.

Is this really
Namath's signature?

Yes.

Put the football down, Adam.

Not good to

touch things...

Oh.

I gotta get me one of these.

What is it?

It's a ball chain machine.

It's a rare and very
fragile antique.

Yeah?

You know, boss,
I would have never imagined

you'd have such cool stuff

in your apartment.

Well, it.. it... It's not that
you're not cool, it's just...

You know, I just thought that,
you know, well,

you wouldn't be so,
well, not so...

Cool?

No. That is...

That's not

what I meant...

Are you done with
those signatures?

Yes. We're good.

Give you this.

And I'll take that.

It's a case file of a
crime we picked up today.

And I'm outta here.

Adam... Yeah?

We have a name on this Vic?

No. Still John Doe.

When were we dispatched
to the scene?

Just after lunch.

No autopsy report?

Sid is still trying

to determine the cause of death.

Something wrong?

I believe I saw this guy
this morning, in that

apartment over there.

Was he dead?

No. Very much alive.

Let yourself out.

Okay.

Don't touch anything.

FEMALE VOICE The number you
have called is not in service.

Please check the
number you've dialed.

I printed our Vic.

No hits in AFIS.

This guy is clean,
and I mean really clean.

His body was coated with
various disinfectants.

Head to toe.

Compulsive disorder?
Possible germaphobe?

It would certainly
be an extreme case.

We know cause of death? No.

I searched the torso
for subdermal bruising,

any broken bones or
fatal internal injuries

to major organs,
and found nothing.

Confirmed your
analysis at the scene

of no evidence of
blunt-force trauma.

My next thought was
heart failure or stroke.

Right. Not the case.

This was a very
healthy young man.

So he died at the
scene of a fight,

but wasn't in the fight. Right.

Confirms Troy Picozzi's claim

that he didn't hit him.

Not the guy. There was no guy.

Well, that leaves

this eczematous-type reaction
on the victim's left hand

and wrist which,
at this point, I can only say

is symptomatic of
some type of allergy.

That doesn't quite
explain the nosebleed.

Lindsay confirmed that it
was our John Doe's blood

in the bathroom sink.

Means the answer's
in our tox results.

Has to be.

Of course,

if that comes back negative,
our Vic died of

natural causes.

Hello.

It took me a while to
track down your number.

Mac...

I-I... I'm in New York.

I know you're in New York.

You look great.

Look out the window.

The building across the way.
I'll wave.

When did you move in?

Eight months ago.

So, what brought you
back to New York?

A meeting of the
Pathologists Association,

and I have a charity
benefit tomorrow afternoon.

Get to catch up with
some old friends.

You do look great.

How well do you know that guy?

Oh, he's just a friend.

Oh, well, there are plenty

of really nice
hotels in the city.

He had a spare room, and it...

just made things easier.

Your escort to the
charity benefit?

I hope you're following

Dr. Hunter's orders.

She's got great
taste in flowers.

An orchid.

In England, they're a symbol

for beauty and love.

Chinese believe they're
a cure for illness.

Hmm.

Aubrey's a lovely name.

Good beside manner?

How do you know this Kevin?

Professor Scott.

He was a colleague of mine,

when I was teaching
at Chelsea University.

So what do you know
about his background?

Any arrests?

Criminal record? Mac.

Is this an interrogation?

There's been some
strange things going on

in his apartment
the past few days.

Have you been peering through
your neighbors' windows?

Peyton,

a man was found dead
yesterday afternoon.

A few hours before,
he paid a visit to Kevin Scott.

Um... I-I should go.

No. Listen,
he brought home a canary.

I saw him dispense
something from a dropper

in the bottom of
the bird's cage.

Whatever it was,
killed that bird.

Mac, Kevin Scott

is a brilliant Professor
of mathematics.

He's an intelligent,
funny, smart human being.

He's probably quite distressed

that his bird and-and a man he
possibly knows are both dead.

Did he mention either
one of them to you?

There is a briefcase
and a canister

somewhere in that apartment

that can prove that
he killed that bird.

Mac, the thing

that impressed me the most

when I met you was your
passion for your work...

but not everything is a crime.

It was really great to see you.

Peyton, listen to
me for a second.

I'll-I'll let myself out.

I'll lock the door behind me.

I processed the Vic's clothing.

The fabric was covered
in disinfectant.

That's the same result Sid
got from the Vic's skin.

Right. It was also on his watch,

so I had Sid swab underneath
where his watch would have been.

There was a void.
No disinfectant.

Which means the
chemical was applied

while he was wearing
all of his clothes.

I know. It's like it
was sprayed on him.

It stained some of his clothing.

Doesn't make sense.

Hey, guys. I got tox results.

The eczema on our John Doe's left
hand was a chemical burn.

A reaction to a very
potent poison.

Well, that explains the
urine and the sweat stains.

And the nosebleed.

This poison have a name?

So far, no. Sid's trying
to narrow it down.

But he did say it was the
fumes from the poison

that caused our victim's death.

It's deadly just
breathing it in.

All right, we need to find
out who this John Doe is,

where he was before he died

and if anybody else out
there came in contact

with this mystery poison.

Curiosity got the best of her.

I knew you couldn't
shake this, Peyton.

u u found it.

And no bird.

Isn't it a crime to
spy on your neighbors?

Uh, from this distance? Nope.

Not even a misdemeanor.

Check the paper
lining in the cage.

No trace?

Nothing.

Peyton, what are doing?

That's it. You found it.

That's the case. Bring it over.

I'm not taking it out
of his apartment.

Hold on.

Oh, now you're showing off.

He's back.

Peyton, go to your phone.

Peyton?

Ah. Allergies.

I hope you don't mind,

but I looked through
your medicine cabinet.

No, of course. I just don't
have any medication like that.

I know. I know. I'm, uh...

I'm just gonna run to the
pharmacy and get something.

Sure. Yeah.

Okay.

So I'll, uh, see you later?

Yeah.

Peyton!

Hi, Stella. Mac,
what are you two doing here?

Hey.

I think I may know
a little something

about your poison victim.

And I'm here

to prove a man innocent.

I got a little Intel on
Professor Scott.

He has a history of espousing
various conspiracy theories.

Sharing them with his students
got him into a little trouble.

Every university

has at least one
unconventional Professor.

Aw, come on, Peyton.

This guy's ideas here are...

totally anti-American.

Look at this.

Water fluoridation,

tsunami bombs, chemtrails.

What are chemtrails?

Well, some people believe

that vapor exhaust from aircraft

are actually dangerous
biochemicals

dispersed into the air.

Which only proves

that Kevin's a little odd.

Prints from the tape lift

show that both Kevin Scott

and our John Doe touched

the case, analysis of
the paper on the bottom

of the birdcage does not

confirm evidence of poison.

Thank you.

Many poisons are
highly volatile.

They can evaporate
within minutes.

Just because it wasn't detected,
doesn't mean it wasn't there.

Scott's background
says he was recently

forced into retirement
by the university.

Eight months ago.

He stopped teaching.

He never mentioned it.

There were also two recent
arrests for public disturbance.

None of what you're saying
sounds like the man that I know.

Well, we don't have anything

that connects Kevin
Scott to the poison,

or to our John Doe's death.

Sid's autopsy report

indicates a loss of blood
from the Ne e of the victim.

That's the same thing I
saw happen to the bird.

I think they were both
victims of poison.

But without that case or canister,
we can't prove it.

Yes, we can.
If we e find that canary.

I'm going to go back
to my apartment.

Lindsay, I'll need whatever

you have left of the paper

Peyton collected
from their cage.

And some wasps.

Peyton collected Okay.
from Some what?e.

Wasps have an incredible
sense of smell.

A highly sensitive antennae.

Why use wasps instead of dogs?

Dogs attract attention.

Mac doesn't want his neighbors

to know that they're
under surveillance.

Dogs also take days instead
of minutes to train, Adam.

So this ??? will actually
be able to find that ???

The strong scent of the canary Dogs
also Ta d day instead remains in the
paper.

The other surrounds the cube

and is the predominant smell
as they eat the sugar.

So the wasps will associate
the scent of the canary

with the sweet taste of sugar.

That bird could be

buried anywhere out there.

Or not at all. Scott came back

to his apartment
wearing work gloves.

From here, it looked like
they were stained

with some kind of
rust-colored dirt.

If that bird is out
there in that courtyard,

these wasps will find it.

They can detect chemicals
at very minute levels,

down to parts per billion.

I could make this
all much easier.

I could just ask Kevin,
over dinner,

if he happened to kill
his bird and his friend.

And ruin all the fun?

Mm.

Well, it's been 15 minutes.

I think these guys are ready.

What's that?

A wasp hound.

You're gonna walk the wasps.

Huh. Me?

You.

Are they doing anything yet?
No movement.

Hey, wait. Right there.

Hold it.

They're definitely getting
excited about something.

Keep walking.

? ?

Necropsy findings on the bird.

As you can see,
there were high levels

of isopropyl
methylphosphonofluoridate

detected in the
bird's brain tissue.

A metabolite of... sarin.

Yeah. Synthetic nerve Agent.

500 times more
potent than cyanide.

Mm.

Clear, colorless
and has no odor.

Easily absorbed in
the skin and inhaled.

Sheldon, Sid suggested that
the victim had an allergy.

Yeah, originally thought to
be an eczematous reaction,

but could have been
a chemical burn,

or a result of
contact with sarin.

Which means that there's

a possibility that your
John Doe poisoned himself

without even knowing it.

Which means that the poisoning
was accidental, not murder.

Yeah, but what about the bird?

Also an accident?

It was Scott's way of testing
his poison's effectiveness.

Whether he killed
our John Doe or not,

he's definitely got
something planned.

Okay, well, all of this
should be enough to get us

a search warrant for
his apartment, right?

Mac...

if a few drops of sarin
can kill a person

in a matter of seconds...

We need to find out
where Kevin Scott is

and exactly what he has planned.

All right, so, Missing Persons
got a match to our Vic.

His name is Ivan Paluck,
and he worked at Hedge Island.

It's located off
the northeast coast

of Gardner's Bay, but it's
unidentified on most maps.

There's a government animal
disease research lab out there.

Fancy name for a
germ laboratory.

A17. Highly restricted.

They study rare

biological elements for
military use and education.

This is all making
sense now, Danny.

The disinfectant on
Paluck's skin and clothes

was a result of the precautions

that the lab would have taken
to protect its workers.

Ivan Paluck smuggled the
sarin off the island,

Danny, and he was working
with Kevin Scott.

Boss.

Adam...

I just sent you a
video from my phone.

Run an analysis
on it right away.

See if you can determine
what Kevin Scott is saying

and what number he called.

Have Flack get a warrant.

Call me when you get something.

Kevin Scott-- NYPD. Open up!

Boss. Adam.

I got something else for you.

Blueprints?

Of what?

That's what I need
you to get Lindsay

to find out.

Hey, guys, what do we have? Hey.

I enhanced the video
that file Mac sent over,

and I got six of the seven digits
that Professor Scott was dialing.

That narrows it down to
possibly ten numbers.

Right. Nine of whom
were a dead end,

but the tenth one,
that was a real winner.

Came back to Ivan Paluck.

I compared it to a
DMV photo of the Vic,

and I got a match.

If Kevin Scott was
calling Paluck,

means he had no
idea he was dead.

Also the video file that
Mac sent over had no audio,

so I used a
lip-reading software.

I'll be there tonight.

It's on.

Sounds like he's confirming some
sort of prearranged meeting.

Something's going down tonight.

We just need to
figure out where.

I think this could help.

The blueprint from Scott's
apartment was labeled,

but the letters are
too faded to read.

I used a laser

to raise a latent print but...

...this is all I got.

Any chance we can buy a vowel?

From the looks of the
architectural design

on the blueprint, I'm thinking
it's an older building.

Conserv... Conservatory!

Uh!

Okay, run the blueprints

against Microsoft
Photosynth Mapping.

We might be able
to get a 3-D match.

Okay. I'll start with
conservatories in Manhattan.

There we go.

Manhattan Enrichment
Conservatory.

That's gotta be where
Scott's headed.

Mac, inhalation
is the fastest way

to poison all those people with sarin,
if that Scott's intent.

He'll more than likely go

through the air-conditioning
system in the building.

I need to know exactly

where the air-conditioning
vents are.

One is on the East
side of the building

in a compressor room
on the eighth floor.

The main compressor
is on the roof.

We're 84 at the conservatory.

I don't want to scare him off.

Keep all sector cars out of
the area and notify FDNY.

I don't want to hear any sirens.
Yeah, I'm on it.

Flack, go around to the
freight elevator in the back.

Make your way up
to the roof. Done.

Peyton had plans to
be at this event.

I'll find her.

You keep a low profile.

If he's in there,

you see him before he
sees you, all right?

I'm on it.

I'll find the security
camera monitors.

? ?

Excuse me. Peyton.

Mac. Did he meet you here?

Kevin?

No, I haven't seen
or heard from him.

Come with me.

Stella, got eyes
on Professor Scott.

He's dressed in a
security guard uniform.

He's entering

a doorway at the West end
of stairwell number four.

Where's it lead to?

Danny, it's a
stairwell that leads

to all floors. And the roof.

Looks like he already got
to the security guard.

Is he still alive?

Danny, he killed
a security guard.

Be careful.

Let's see if we can find him.

That's him.

That's Kevin.

I can't believe that
he's doing this.

He's on the sixth floor.

Danny, he's three
floors above you.

He's heading past
the ninth floor.

Danny, he's definitely
headed to the roof.

Be careful.

Copy that, Mac.
Flack, he's headed your way.

? ?

That's far enough, Professor.

Lose the container.

Get on your knees

and put your hands
behind your head now.

Danny, I got him.

Copy that. I'm on my way.

Don't make me say it again.

Lose the container,

put your hands behind your head.

Do it now!

- Don't move!
- That's it! Right there!

Don't move!

We're not ready.

No one is ready for
biological warfare.

Our citizens-- they're not safe.

You're not safe.

I've proved that.

If I can get a deadly gas

into a room full of political
dignitaries without detection,

imagine what our enemies can do.

I mean...

wake up, people.

I've done you a favor.
Look around you.

They are among us.

And they are planning
their next attack.

It's the only way he'd
agree to a confession.

Thinks we're gonna upload it
onto Youtube or something.

His mission statement.

That guy's crazy.

No one is safe.

These cuffs--

they-they just prevent
me from helping you.

Thank you.

I didn't want to be right
about Kevin Scott, Peyton.

Wasn't exactly how I
imagined I'd see you again.

Everything about the two of
us was always unpredictable.

That's why it was so great.

I'm so sorry for the
way I ended everything.

You deserved so much
better than that.

I needed to be with
my family in London,

and I... I didn't want
to change my mind.

I didn't want to
have to see you,

look you in the eye...

and choose between you and them.

I understand the
choice you made.

I just don't understand
how you handled it.

You gave me no chance.

And I missed you.

So...

Dr. Aubrey...

Do you like her?

Dr. Hunter?

We're just friends.

We started out as just friends.

You jealous?

Yeah.

Good.

Ow.

I'm still wounded here,
you know.

You can see an awful lot
through this window.

Uh-oh.

This is going to be good.

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