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Please, no!

Stop it!

Brett, everyone is
fighting out there.

You have to do something
before they ruin our wedding.

Brett, what the hell is wrong
with you? Get up!

So, the Hatfields and the McCoys
couldn't keep it together

long enough to merge
the family fortunes.

Who's the vic?

The groom.

Brett Dohn,
28 years old.

Guy made it big in
the stock market.

The bri's
Emma Blackstone.

She's a mess.

She give you anything?

From what she said
between the hysterics,

I don't think she
knows anything.

I'm going to try to talk
to her again, though.

The eight tranquilizers
mommy gave her

should have
kicked in by now.

Right here.

Gives new meaning
to cold feet.

No apparent gunshot
wound or stab wounds,

no signs of petechial
hemorrhaging.

So he wasn't strangled.

Could be internal injuries
from the fight.

Won't know for sure till
we get him on the table.

Wasn't in the fight.

No one I interviewed
has seen the groom

since the rehearsal dinner
last night.

So, how did the only guy not
throwing punches end up dead?

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C.O.D. could be an overdose
or alcohol poisoning.

Smells like 100 proof to me.

Looks like blood
in his mouth.

That's consistent with trauma
to his airway.

Don't see any damage
to his throat.

Aspiration could be
from a chest wound.

What was that?

Is that bubble wrap?

There's blood under there.

I'm going to
get this guy

to Autopsy, let Sid tell us
the rest of the story.

There was no sigof a struggle.

There's no blood.

Whatever happened to him
didn't happen in this tent.

Danny.

So, George, you said
you went out

with Brett
after the rehearsal dinner?

Yeah, it was his last night
of being a free agent,

so, we got wasted,
you know, bar hopping.

You were with him the whole time?
Yeah, it's kind of fuzzy.

At, like, midnight, I looked
up, everyone was gone,

so I hit the next bar.

I just can't beeve
he's never coming back.

So, I'm putting together

a list of wedding guests
and employees.

See if we can tack down
a motive.

There's a smudge
on the curb

consistent with
the yellow stain

on the bottom of
Brett Dohn's shoe.

He stepped on the curb
while it was still wet.

I'll find out
when the curb was painted.

Our groom was alive
there, but dead in there.

Killed somewhere
in between.

No blood, no drag marks,
no murder weapon.

How do you kill a guy
in a 20-foot space

and leave no evidence at all?

My very first dead ringer.

I guess, uh, you
didn't pull that

out of his pocket,
Sid, did you?

Found it
in his abdominal cavity.

It's our
victim's phone.

It was cushioned with these.

Packing peanuts?

Mm-hmm.
Wait.

So, he was stuffed and
then wrapped like a gift?

Maybe the killer changed
his mind during the murder

and tried to save the victim,
you know, stop the bleeding.

Know what killed him?

Defensive wounds here,

but this nasty gash
was the fatal blow.

Wound indicates
sharp force trauma.

Any idea what
the weapon was?

Based on the serration patterns,

it's almost as if the groom

were stabbed with three
different weapons.

But whatever the killer
used punctured the lung,

causing the aspirated blood
you saw at the scene,

as well as exsanguination.

He bled out, but we didn't find
a drop of blood anywhere.

I mean, there was no blood
near the tent,

nothing in the surrounding areas
in the park.

Had to be killed somewhere else.
You got a time of death?

Best estimate,
between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m.

Hold up-- for the paint
to get on the groom's shoe,

he had to step
on the wet curb in the park.

According to Flack, the curb
was painted at 6:00 a.m.

Yeah, so, how's a guy die
at 2:00 a.m.,

then step on a curb
four hours later?

I have no comment.

No comment.

Come on, guys, I said
I have no comment; thank you.

Six-Charlie to Central,
I have a 10-33.

Requesting Bomb Squad response.
Criminal Court.

Did you see anyone?

Get any threats?

No. No, nothing.

All right, go.

You think this is related
to the Russo trial?

Maybe. I mean, but this was
just the preliminary hearing.

The real trial is not
for months.

Detectives?

Let's see what we got here.

There are no wires.

No power source.

I'm not picking up
anything electronic.

It's not a bomb.

It's a puzzle.

What the hell were
you thinking, Drew?

I mean, this was
not cute or funny

or the least bit charming.

I told you, I didn't want you
to send me any more gifts

and I thought
I made it

perfectly clear that
I was not interested.

And then you put
this box on my truck?!

I called the bomb squad, Drew.

It's not from me, Stella.

Look, every gift I
sent to your office

was with a card.

You know, there was a theme going on, in
case you didn't notice.

A puzzle doesn't exactly
say, "Take a risk."

You really didn't
send this to me.

No, but I do like
a good challenge.

You want to put it together?

Stop touching it.

That looks like blood.

Definitely blood.

This puzzle is huge.

I tried to contact
the manufacturer,

Danco, to see if
they could, you know,

send us a picture
of the box or something

to help us put it together.

They went out of
business six years ago.

Great.

Found traces
of some kind of powder.

No prints so far.

Wait a minute.

The diameter of each

drop of blood looks like

it's less than one millimeter.

High velocity spatter.

It's consistent
with a gun shot.

Maybe there is
a connection to the Russo trial.

Maybe they were sending
some kind of warning.

I don't think so, Lindsay.

Puzzles just aren't their style.

This needs to be
put together right away.

There could be a body out there
to go with this blood.

Adam, this is
top priority

for you.
Okay.

There was a linear
wear pattern

on both the leather insoles
of the groom's shoes.

Possibly orthotics.

They're usually worn
to alleviate joint pain,

resulting from a faulty
gait or posture.

It seems odd, though,
that he would

take them out
before his wedding--

all that dancing
and standing around.

Something else
struck me as odd.

The groom's shoes
were obviously worn.

If a man's ever
going to buy new shoes,

it's probably going to be
for his wedding.

Maybe the groom was wearing
someone else's shoes.

Which would explain
why it appeared

that our already-dead groom

stepped on a
freshly painted curb.

That could only be possible

if someone else
stepped in the paint,

then switched shoes
with our groom Brett Dohn.

And those shoes
could belong to our killer.

We sill need to find
the primary crime scene.

Brett was last seen
around midnight.

Sid puts time of death
between 2:00

and 3:00.
The groom was stuffed and dressed

before being brought
to the park.

The killer needed
access to pink

packing peanuts
and bubble wrap...

Which are consistent
with wedding gifts,

most likely delivered

directly to
the new couple's home.

So the neighbors
were very helpful.

They saw nothing, heard nothing
and know nothing.

Welcome to my life.
Hmm.

Looks like this is where
the groom was killed.

Bride stayed
in a hotel last night.

Night before the wedding
superstition--

the whole bad luck thing.

Yeah, well, if she would've
spent the night with her fiancé,

she could've been
killed as well.

I searched the closets,
no orthotics

in any of the groom's shoes,
proves our theory

he was wearing someone else's.

Pink peanuts!

Looks like we're missing

a wedding gift as well.

Got an indentation here.

And where are
the clothes

the groom was wearing
when he was stabbed?

Looks like someone
tried to clean up.

I saw a garbage truck
a couple blocks away.

You better get to that
Dumpster before they do.

Okay, I got this one.

Hey.

Hey. So the little rock I
found in the puzzle box,

it isn't really a rock.

It's too stratified,
so I ran it

under the electron
microscope.

Silicon and oxygen
is consistent with quartz.

Copper and iron
give it its color.

Based on the morphology
and the elemental composition,

our rock is actually
petrified redwood.

Unfinished, indigenous
to Northern California.

So what was it doing in the box?

I have no idea.

And there was no other evidence

on the box,
nothing on the string.

And the plastic that the
puzzle came in was made from

polyvinyl chloride;
it's probably

what the company used to package
the puzzle in the first place.

Most likely it was opened
and then heated to reseal.

Right, and the
trace that I found

on the puzzle piece:
garden variety chalk.

Did you find anything from
the blood on the puzzle pieces?

Not really.

The intensity of the DNA profile

tells me the blood was fresh,

but there's no match to anybody
involved in the Russo trial.

No match in CODIS at all.

So I don't get it.

What does petrified redwood have
to do with a bloody puzzle?

And why were either of those
things left for me?

Wow, it's 3-D.

Yeah, that's why the
computer couldn't find

any matches among
the pieces I scanned.

It didn't recognize
the algorithm.

It thought it was
two-dimensional.

Looks like you only have
half of a puzzle here.

Are you done?
Yeah, that's all he sent.

But you were right
about the blood.

The predominant size
of each of the stains

is less than a millimeter.

Definitely high-velocity
spatter.

Where's that piece?

I don't know.

I looked everywhere,
it wasn't in the box.

Look again.
You think it has significance?

Until we know who that
blood belongs to...

I'll look again.

I'll retrace my steps.

I hate puzzles.

So how's your
Central Park wedding?

It's getting stranger
by the minute.

Hey, I'll take your strange
and raise you.

What's going on
with the puzzle?

We're missing a piece

and we only have
half of the entire puzzle.

Could this be a case
from your past?

Someone holding a grudge?

No, you know,
I've been racking my brain.

I can't think of anything;
there's nothing.

Someone's blood
is on the puzzle.

This guy isn't
playing a game.

Let me assign a detail.

No, I'll let you know
if I think I need one.

Right now, I'm fine.

Okay, but keep me in the loop.
Always.

Drew... listen, I'm missing
a piece of the puzzle.

I thought maybe when you pulled some of
those piece out,

it might've fallen
on the floor.

What?

You could've just called.

But you're here,
so I'm thinking this is your way

of apologizing for that wrath
I endured earlier today.

And, yes, I accept.

Do you mind if I...?

Feel free to look around.

Thank you.

Uh...

could you...

Move, yeah.

You know, I can-- I can

help you down there
if you, uh...

No, I'm fine.

Got it.

Thank you.

I am sorry about earlier.

Silver leaf?

Yeah, it was
on the groom's phone

Sid pulled out of his gut.

They used to use silver
leaf to gild statues

on rooftops,
but not so

much anymore,
although

sometimes silver leaf
is used in food and drink.

When we processed the scene,

the cake was decorated
with silver leaf.

That's what made it shine.

The wedding cake
was at the park,

but the phone
was still inside Brett

before he was redressed
and taken there.

So prior to stuffing
the groom with the phone,

the killer had to come
in contact with the cake.

There's really only one person
who could've done that

before the cake
got to the wedding.

My catering business is just
getting off the ground.

The Dohn-Blackstone wedding

would've made me a household name.
Why's that?

It's the wedding
of the season.

Two of New York's most elite families;
ilthe guest list alone

would've ensured my employment
for the next ten years.

"Wedding of the season."

So you and Brett

were college buddies, huh?
How do you think

I got the job?
He did me a huge favor.

Do you wear orthotics, Tim?

What're you, the foot police?

Uh, no, no,
you can check my shoes.

What's this about, anyway?

We checked his phone records.

A year and a half ago,
you were calling Brett

all the time, then up until
about three months ago,

no contact;
now, all of a sudden,

he's calling you
every 30 seconds.

Yeah, I ran into him downtown

and he offered me
the opportunity to cater

his wedding, so, of course
he's going to call me.

We got reason
to believe that you were

with Brett last night.
No.

No, my kid's birthday party
was yesterday.

After that, I was cooking.

Well, we found silver leaf

from the wedding cake
on Brett's cell phone.

You did make the cake, right?

Yeah, but I use silver leaf
for a lot of things.

It's sort of my signature.

Brett and I met
a few days back

to go over the
final checklist.

for the wedding,
my phone died

and I needed to call
one of the vendors,

so I used his phone.

Silver leaf,
it sticks to everything.

When was the last time
you were at Brett's house?

I don't know--
a few weeks back.

Look, you guys are barking up
the wrong tree here.

But why would I want
to kill the guy

who was going to make me
a success?

Hey.
I think I found our missing puzzle piece.

Great! I think I might've
found something, too.

Turns out there's
only one repository

for legally harvested,
unfinished redwood

in all of New York City:
Yalof Furniture.

Chances are only people
who work there

would have access to the wood
in its unfinished state.

So I had the manager
fax over a list of employees.

None of these names ring a bell.

This piece I found
obviously doesn't fit.

That's because
it's not supposed to.

When a puzzle comes

from a manufacturer,
it's connected

as flat boards through
the use of a frame.

The pieces
with painted "X" on them,

are part of the frame

that need to be removed
in order to put

the puzzle together.

Yeah, learned that the hard way.

But what
I also learned is

that the puzzle piece
we've been looking for

isn't actually missing.

It was never in the box
to begin with.

When I was looking for it,
I hit the surrounding areas

with the LCV,
and I saw latent blood

near the spatter.

So the puzzle was
put together

with blood spattered on it.

And when the spatter dried,

the missing piece was
deliberately removed.

Had to be.

And the person
who removed the piece

had blood on their finger,

causing the swipe
with directionality.

The location the missing piece

represents could be
very important.

Maybe the answer's
in that building.

That's what I thought,

so I located the actual building
on 54th Street.

Now, based on the number of
windows on the adjacent pieces,

I think our missing piece

is floors 32
through 36.

I contacted building security.

And there was no sign
of criminal activity

or anything unusual
on those floors.

However, 36 has been vacant
for the last month

and they haven't
started showing

it yet.

Stella?

There's another box.

And a satchel and a
small chalk outline.

The hair I found

on the groom's
bloody shirt...

couldn't get enough genomic
DNA to run through CODIS,

but it did have
a tell-tale knot.

Trichonodosis.

Hairs can't grow normally,

so you end up with
knots or bulges

within individual
hairs.

I checked with Sid.

Brett Dohn didn't have it,

so the hair could've come
from our killer.

Or anyone who hugged the
groom at the rehearsal dinner,

or the nightclubs he visited
before he was killed,

and so on and so on,
and that's a lot of suspects.

This might help.

I found an ash-like smudge
on the groom's shirt.

Traces of potassium,

nitrogen, sulfur, carbon,
nickel and iron.

Pyrotechnics.

Iron says they're gold.

And nickel indicates some type
of metal, maybe a handle.

I'm thinking gold sparklers.

This time of year?

Can't imagine there's too many
places we'd find them.

The nightclubs.

I'm thinking I know
where he went.

You ever see
him before?

No.

He's hot. Who is he?

Let's just say
he left his bride

at the altar
in Central Park

and he's never
coming back.

Might be nothing...

Didn't catch a name,

but a guy was all over me
last night.

I almost burned him
with my sparkler.

He said he had to be at his
buddy's wedding this morning

in the park at like 8:00,

so my refusals were
wasting valuable time.

Remember what he looked like?

He wasn't bad.

Had a shot
'til he opened his mouth.

Thank you.

Yup.

The wedding was scheduled
to start at 11:00.

If our guy had to be there
at 8:00,

must've been
in the wedding party.

So we're possibly looking
for a killer groomsman

with Trichonodosis.

Chalk used

to make the body outline
had the exact composition

as the chalk I found
on the puzzle pieces.

Makes sense-- I'm
trying to find a match

to the imprint I
found on the satchel.

Hagia Sophia?

What is that?

It's a famous building
in Turkey.

First it was a church,
then a mosque.

And now it's a museum.

So how did the pattern
get on the satchel?

He could've pressed up
against the actual museum.

I have no idea what
that satchel was doing

with the chalk outline,

but I discovered that
it's at least 30 years old

and it's been discontinued
for over two decades.

You know, if the
Hagia Sophia

and petrified redwood

have no significance
to you,

maybe this is just
coincidence.

Mmm.

Even if it means nothing
to me personally--

someone left forensic
evidence,

a bloody puzzle,
and a trail of clues.

And we're supposed to follow
that trail?

The only way to know is
to find the guy and ask him.

Oh, I asked Detective Angell
to do a background check

on the furniture store
employees.

John Andrews,
day manager.

Apparently he moonlights
as a pedophile.

Puzzles are basically toys.

And toys are the best way
to gain a kid's trust.

That's why the chaloutline
seemed so small.

We have to check Missing
Persons.

Our victim out there
could be a kid.

Let's go.

Where's the kid, John?

I'm sorry,
Detective,

but I have no idea
what you're talking about.

See, along with the
puzzle you sent,

we found a piece of unfinished
petrified redwood, which...

you clearly have
access to.

Is that how you do it?

You lure them with toys
and puzzles?

You want them
to like you.

To trust you.

I did my time.

I'm rehabilitated now.

I go to work. I go home.
That's it.

I'm sorry, John.
You know, just saying

you've recovered
doesn't make it so.

I think

you wants to stop you.

That's why you sent me
the puzzle, right?

You're not
a monster.

You want us to find that kid
before it's too late.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but there is no kid.

Until you can provide us
with an adequate alibi,

that remains to be seen.

I have an alibi.

I think you know
how these work.

Track my movements,
where I've been, send a signal.

I'd call that an alibi,
wouldn't you?

Sorry, Stella,
John Andrews isn't your guy.

He was nowhere near

the courthouse or the office
building.

The ankle bracelet puts him
onlyat work and at home.

But I have something else.

I finished the second half
of the puzzle.

There's a second missing piece,
29th floor.

5630 Broadway.

The address Adam gave me

should be right
around this corner.

I hate to state
the obvious,

but there's no
building.

Is this on purpose,

or is our next clue somewhere
in all that rubble?

George, George,
George...

you played the grieving friend
so well.

I can't believe it, man.

What are you talking about?

We're giving you a chance
to come clean.

Consider it a gift.

Take a look
at that.

You know what
this is?

That's a hair.

We found it
on your dead friend's

bloody shirt.
I'm betting

if I take a sample of your hair,
I'm gonna find a knot,

just like
this one.

You mind handing me your shoe?

Your shoe.

You swapped shoes with Brett,

after you stepped
in that

yellow paint on the curb.

I had like, 15 shots of tequila.

Unfortunately,

inebriation isn't

a justifiable defense
for murder.

Murder? No, no, no, no, no way.

After hitting a few bars I went
back to Brett's apartment

and that's when I found him.

I started to call the cops,
right, but it's not like there

was anything I could do--
he was already dead.

I had to get him to the park.

You're gonna have to
help us out here, pal.

Why did you have to get
Brett to the park?

It was a bet.

He was engaged
twice before,

couldn't go through
with it.

I bet our buddy Toby that Brett

would definitely show
up this time.

There was no way I was gonna lose.
Whoa, whoa.

You stuffed, dressed

and moved your dead friend
for a bet?

It was 100 grand, man.

I-I don't have it.

And if I didn't pay up

Toby would've gone to my dad.
It never occurred

to you-- what with your friend
being dead and all--

that just maybe the bet was off?

I told you.
Yeah.

15 shots of tequila.
I heard you.

Yeah, well, it made sense
yesterday morning.

I feel bad.

If you knew Brett,
Brett, yeah...

I mean, he, he woulda laughed.

He woulda done the same thing,
I'm telling you.

That is seriously the stupidest
guy I've ever met.

Well, maybe,

there's no evidence he actually stabbed
Brett Dohn.

You believe his story?

Well, if he's telling
the truth,

when George undressed
the already dead groom,

sparkler residue from
his shirt transferred

onto Brett's
bloody clothes,

along with George's
knotted hair.

So all we can prove is

that George was
in the apartment

and came into contact
with our vic.

Means our killer
coulbe him,

but it could also
be someone else.

Hopefully when Danny finds
that murder weapon,

he can tell us exactly
who killed Brett Dohn.

Boom.

What are you so
happy about?

I figured out
what killed my groom.

It wasn't the
mother-in-law?

No.

It was a missing wedding gift.

Dental stone mold

got me an insignia-- S&S--
and a little house.

Shecktel and Sage.

Oh, they sell
such amazing stuff.

Oh! I'm a-a gift giver.

I still don't actually have
the murder weapon, but at least

I know what I'm looking for.

And I know that
it's one weapon, not three.

Since you're having
all the luck today,

maybe you can help me put
together a puzzle, or at least

tell me what the green goo is

that Doc pulled off
your groom's pants.

I opened up my big mouth,
and then said

I could figure it out,
and now I'm stuck.

All right, well,
what's it worth to you?

25 bucks?

25?
Yeah.
All right.

It's made with
polyvinyl acetate.

All right? Which is
used in window sealant,

textiles and footwear
construction.

Weird thing is, though,

when you look at the scope,
it's multicolored.

Right?

Stretchy bubblplastic.

That stuff's just
like silver leaf.

It sticks to everything.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

Puts you at Brett's house
the night of the murder.

Got to hand it
to you, though, Tim.

Last time we spoke,
you had all the right answers.

The thing is,
most grooms don't call

their caterers repeatedly
in the middle of the night.

I mean, especially
when you're buddies.

I wouldn't take that kind
of crap from a friend.

Let's see, there's a call
at 1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m.

Three at 5:00 in the morning.

When he offered me the chance

to cater his wedding, I...

Right, right, right,
you became his punk.

Just like you were
back in college.

Doesn't seem worth it,
now, does it?

Yeah, yeah, he treated me
like crap in college.

And I took it, all right?

I wrote his papers,

I-I watched him steal
my girlfriends, but this?

This was going
to change my life.

It was the break I'd waited for,
it's what I worked so hard for.

But this time,
you weren't going

to take it
anymore, am I right?

All I had to do
was make it through the wedding.

That's all I had to do.

And when he called during
your son's birthday party,

final straw, right?

He wanted a new wedding menu
the next day.

He didn't even taste it.
He just said,

"Let's go back
to the original menu."

You're not even
going to taste it?

You gotta be kidding me.

Yeah, don't be
a whiny bitch.

The kid'll have
other birthdays.

Go ahead, call me now.

Now who's the whiny bitch?

I sold my soul to the devil.

I missed my kid's birthday
for nothing.

If you'd seen the look
in my kid's eyes

when I had to leave
his birthday party...

What do you think his eyes
are going to look like

when he finds out Daddy
is going away for 25 to life?

Thought I should see
this puzzle for myself.

It's cool, right?

It was an absolute nightmare
to put together.

Well, it's not easy
to assemble a puzzle

without the picture on the box.

And the guy sent it
with two missing pieces.

That's the Riverton building.

That was my first crime scene.

No way.

This was my first
New York apartment.

This to scale?

Uh, y-yeah. As-As
far as I can tell.

This high-rise
should be much taller

in relation
to the Chrysler Building.

How-How could you know that?

I got engaged on that roof.

This puzzle's about my life.

Adam, I need the DNA results
from the blood

on the first puzzle.

The guy
deliberately removed

a piece
from two different sections

of the puzzle.

He obviously wanted us
to go to both places.

Maybe he didn't know
the second place was gone.

But why would he send us

to a building
that no longer exists?

Because it's not
about the buildings.

The missing pieces
have significance to my past.

The puzzle's
about you?

Why would they put it
on my truck?

He's using my team to get to me.

What's going on, Mac?
I don't know.

But I have no doubt,

this has something to do
with the 333 caller.

The 333 caller?

It started in London.

I was getting these calls

at 3:33 a.m.

I'd pick up,
no one spoke.

I switched hotels,
the calls continued.

So you're saying,
someone's stalking you?

It goes deeper.

On the return trip,
my luggage was stolen.

When I finally received it,
I found this inside.

A boy's bloody T-shirt?

To go with the chalk outline
of a kid's body.

Mac, why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know what it was about.
I still don't,

but clearly, he's escalating,
and now he's involved you.

You tested the blood
on the T-shirt?

No match in CODIS.

I sent it out.
It does, however, bear

a striking resemblance to the
blood on the first puzzle.

Common alleles

at 12 of 16 loci.

So the kid who
owned the T-shirt

and the guy who bled on
the puzzle are brothers.

So where do we go now?

The rooftop where
I got engaged.

Another box,
another clue.

Just got the LIES results
on our last rock.

The elemental breakdown is
consistent with limestone.

And the stable
isote analysis

indicates that it came from
the Southwestern U.S.

Does that mean anything
to you, Mac?

The Alamo.

That's where the limestone
is from.

This building is
the Tribune Tower in Chicago.

It all makes sense now.

Over the years,
136 stones have been added

to the Tribune Tower's
ground level

from world landmarks,

including the Redwood Forest,
Hagia Sophia...

and the Alamo.

How does it feel to be home,
Detective Taylor?

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