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There's the halftime buzzer,

but CBS Sports
coverage continues.

Hell of a game,Mess.

Glad you could make it.

Me,too. You should piss
Lindsay off more often.

Verne Lundquist and Bill
Raftery with you here,

and what an exciting evening

of playoff action
we've already seen,Bill.

The action is just beginning!

One lucky fan's seat number
is about to be drawn at random,

giving him one chance to
sink a shot from half-court.

And walk away with
$1 million,Verne!

I'm talking Benjamins!

Never going to happen.

Why? You think you could
do it? You kidding me?

Boom. Nothing but net,baby.

Section 214.

Row E. Seat 5!

Seat 5?!

That's me!

Million dollars!

Show me some sugar!

Whoo!

What's your name?

Dugan Scott.

Ready to take your shot
at a million bucks,Dugan?

Oh,yeah!

Whoo! Whoo-hoo!

All right,New York
fans, let's get ready

to cheer on Dugan Scott
for the $1 million shot!

Oh,I think he can do it.

No,he can't.

Want to make a little wager?

50 bucks.

I hate to take a
colleague's money,

but,for you,I will be
happy to make the exception.

Come on!

He did it! He did it!

Oh,my goodness!

I just saw it, and I
still can't believe it!

And we have a winner
- Dugan Scott,$1 million!

Let him hear it!

Whoo!

I owe you ten.

Oh,my God!

Call the paramedics.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for security purposes,
please remain in your seats...

Everybody,please

stand back.

I've got a faint pulse.

...until further
instructions,thank you.

Clear.

No response.

300 joules. Clear again.

Danny?

Hold it right here,fellas.

NYPD. All right. You can go.

He just fell down.

No,nothing.

He's gone.

Heart attack?

Doesn't look like it.

Hyperhidrosis,severe
rashing, dilated pupils.

Looks like some
sort of poisoning.

It would have to be
pretty fast-acting.

I mean,we just saw
him run down here

and sink that shot
with our own eyes.

Either way,looks like this
game just went into overtime.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back
into my living ♪

♪ Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah. ♪

Okay,so it turns out

our vic,Dugan Scott,

was a ten-year season
ticket holder in seat E5.

He also picked up a couple

drunk-and-disorderly
tickets along the way.

Anybody on the
floor see anything?

Spoke to a couple cheerleaders,
refs,security staff.

All of them had their
eyes glued to the basket

until he hit the hardwood.

Surprised he didn't
kick the bucket

from altitude sickness
with these seats.

That or the nachos.

You know,maybe we should
take a look at this scene

from another angle.

This was a televised
game, right? There were

cameras all over the place?

If you could get
us some footage,

maybe we can get a better-detailed
picture of what happened.

I'll make some calls.

I think I might be able
to make a call right now.

This is somebody's blood.

It sure doesn't belong here.

And New York's
Tough Talk continues.

I gotta tell you,between
last night's playoff game

getting cut short and the whole
damn city getting shut down

by this killer cabbie,we
could all use a serious break.

Shut it off!

Who called it in?

Anonymous tip to 911
at 5:27 this morning.

No ID on the vic.

Petechial hemorrhaging
in the eyes.

Cherry-red lividity,
indicating CO poisoning.

The neck carvings
are here,too.

Looks like another
Cabbie Killer victim.

Same tarp as well...

except for these.

No ID on this either.

Some kind of magnet?

Sure looks like it.

You see something?

No,that's the problem.

What happened to the rest of
the coins in this fountain?

Abraham Katz?

NYPD.

To what do I owe the honor?

According to the
Parks Department,

you empty the fountain at
Brill Park every morning.

Yeah,and Bethesda
and Lincoln Center,

City Hall; that's my job.

You didn't notice

a dead body there the
last time you swept up?

Listen,sweetheart, I've
been cleaning fountains

for this city for 18 years.

I lost track of how many dead
bodies I've seen in that time.

All I know is,there was 50
pounds of change in that thing.

I had to empty it,

before my homeless friends
showed up to do it for me.

Well,you tampered
with a crime scene.

At least I called 911.

So once you've
collected the change,

what do you do with it?

Clean it,sort it,turn it over
to the city's general fund.

Did you clean the
Brill Park take yet?

No,it's still over there.

Anything else I
can do for you?

Yeah.

You can carry these
down to the car.

You know,it's just
this sort of thing

that's always made me shy
away from organized sports.

Though,I do enjoy fencing.

You got a COD? Indeed.

But it's not quite as simple
as a stab wound or gunshot.

It never is.

Your victim succumbed
rather quickly

and painfully to
atropine poisoning.

Atropine. That comes
from a plant,doesn't it?

Atropa belladonna, also
known as nightshade.

Tox screen picked it up.

It's an herb used in a
variety of medical products.

The berries and leaves are
the most lethal components,

and in this case,

the poison was at a
concentrated dosage

that would've caused
ventricular fibrillation

inside of five minutes.

He died at halftime,

so it must've happened
inside the arena.

I didn't find any
injection points,

and his lung tissue's clear,
so it wasn't inhalation.

Well,that leaves...

contact or ingestion.

Something corroded the
area around his mouth.

Any stomach contents?

Like you wouldn't believe.

At least two hot dogs,
popcorn,nachos,peanuts,

an ice cream sandwich, and
almost a full liter of beer.

I'm surprised he could
get out of his seat.

What's even more surprising

were the traces of phentermine
I also found in his bloodstream.

Wait,time-out. Scott was
taking an appetite suppressant?

Clearly a failure
in this case,

but someone still
found him lovable.

Lip prints.

12,to be exact.

I lifted them from both cheeks,
the neck,and the forehead

in various shades
from Candy Kitten

to Sangria Sunset.

12 girls on the
cheerleading squad.

I also pulled a faint
print from his mouth

and then took a
reference print

from his own lips
after washing.

Anything else?

That's it for now.

Okay,thanks,Sid. Yep.

All right,looks like
the ball's in our court.

Hey,wait up a sec.

Where's the fire?

Got work to do.

Whoa. I was thinking
that maybe we could,uh,

we could talk.

Now?

This isn't exactly
the best time.

Okay,fine.

You tell me when.

Honestly,I don't know.

Mac Taylor.

Hey,it's Reed. I'm about

to put up a new blog post
about the Cabbie Killer

and I was hoping that maybe
you could help me with some...

I gave you this number

for personal, not
professional reasons.

Yes,I know,but

I'm just trying to put together
a real profile on this guy,

you know?

I mean, don't you
think that people

have the right to know
about who they're afraid of?

Look,I'm impressed by
your determination,Reed,

maybe even a little bit
proud, but you're a journalist

and I'm a detective
on this case.

You're crossing the line here.

Yes,but isn't that
what lines are for?

Not in my business.

Come on. Throw me a bone,Mac.

Good-bye,Reed.

Well,you won't give
'em a story,then I will.

Hey,I got nothing from
those cups and wrappers

we collected from
Dugan Scott's section,

but I got a hit in CODIS
on the blood splatter

I found on the seat.

Came back to a Hudson Sports
Arena concession salesman

named Lamont Henford
who just happened

to get off parole last month.

And here's the
real punch line.

Apparently, he mixed it up

with Dugan Scott in the
stands two games ago.

Scott filed a formal
complaint with security.

So you're

thinking what?
Henford hit back?

Peanuts,popcorn,poison.

E5? Yeah,I served him.

Way too many
times for my taste.

How's your taste been
affected by that fat lip?

Listen,man, that
guy was an ass.

Drank like a rock star,

tipped like a roadie,
t I was used to that.

And then he just
pushed me too damn far.

Called me over
for another beer.

From the way he looked, I
should have kept walking,

but I stopped and
then he started.

Check your zipper!

Check your zipper!

Check your zipper!
Check your zipper!

I mean,embarrassed the
hell out of me,you know?

But after he decked me,

I just got back up,
said,"To hell with it. "

Seems awfully nice.

What happened next?

Then I went home early.
Had a few beers of my own.

As much as I wanted
to kill that bastard,

I wasn't about to go
back to jail for him.

That remains to be seen,pal.

Mm.

Detective Taylor,is the
body you found at Brill Park

another Cabbie Killer victim?

We're currently investigating
that possibility.

There's been a lot
of speculation lately

about just who this
serial killer really is.

Can you speak to that at all?

Can I speak to
speculation? No.

Just because you read it
online or in the papers

doesn't make it so.

The fact is there are a lot
of dedicated investigators

working extremely hard
to stop this individual,

whoever he is,
from killing again.

As one of those forced to
speculate in the absence

of any real information

being released by the NYPD,

I wonder if you can just
tell me this,Detective Taylor:

Would you take a New York
City taxicab right now?

No,I wouldn't.

Not until this killer is
found and brought to justice.

No further questions.

Detective Taylor,
Detective Taylor.

Are you crazy?

I've got a good mind to have the
mayor hail himself a cab right now.

Maybe you're crazy.

Look,you can't allow one man

to bring this entire
city to a standstill.

Jordan,one man put
a bomb in his shoe,

and now we all get to tiptoe
barefoot through the airport.

Yeah,but that didn't
cripple the airline industry.

Look,I appreciate
the inconvenience,

but in my opinion,
one more person dying

at the hand of a
murderer is one too many.

660,000 people depend
on taxis here every day.

They can walk or
take the subway.

What about the 42,000
cabbies out of work?

I'd rather be
unemployed than dead.

Well,that can be arranged.

Jordan,you do your
job. I'll do mine.

Not if yours involves
panicking the public.

Let me ask you something.

Are you gonna
take responsibility

for the next person
killed in a cab?

I didn't think so.

??'re back. Let's
take another call.

Yeah,listen,I walked
45 blocks today.

I'm ready to kill
this Cabbie Killer.

I'm rerunning every
possible database search

on the ritualistic
neck carvings:

addresses,transportation
schedules,you name it.

Whatever his code is,we
just haven't cracked it yet.

All right, then
let's step it out

again.

Our killer has
claimed five victims.

Two of them were
real estate agents.

Both found on the beach.

The first one almost survived.

There's the
attorney from Jersey.

Then we found
the grad student.

He,like the others,was
trapped in the back of the cab,

fought to get out,

but all ultimately died of
carbon monoxide poisoning.

All the victims had

the signature carvings
on the back of the neck.

Any additional information
on the vic from the fountain?

Nothing that ties
her into the others.

I did find this.

It was in two pieces.

I'm guessing it came
apart in the water.

Lead composition,
so it's probably old.

Nothing pops up in any
souvenir search thus far,

but I'm thinking it could
be tied to our killer.

Well,maybe he tracked it in

with him when he dumped
the body at Brill Park.

I'll keep following it,
see where it leads us.

Excuse me.

Bonasera.

Want to go on a field trip?

Where to?

Kings County College.

Analysis on the white trace

I pulled off our
latest tarp came back

as avian waste.

We got a million pigeons
in this town. Yeah,

but how many wild South
American Quaker parrots

do you think there are,hmm?

Back in the late '60s,
there was some crook

working the tarmac at JFK
unloading cargo planes.

He liked to keep some
of the cargo for himself.

ly he got more than
what he bargained for

when he opened
one from Argentina.

Turns out it was
packed full of parrots.

Once they flew the coop,
they took up roost here.

They've been
multiplying in numbers

and noise ever since.

I hear that.

So maybe our Cabbie
Killer got his tarps

from someplace
in this vicinity.

Those are the same tarps

we found our
bodies wrapped in,

and they've been cut.

These tire treads
are standard size.

They don't match any of
the other construction rigs

on the site.

They don't even look

like they belong here.

Looks like the fence was cut.

Is this where our Cabbie
Killer stops for supplies?

Need help picking
the right shade?

Ha,ha,ha, that's just it.

Unless the makeup
counter at Bloomie's

is selling mood lipstick,

this partial print we
got from our vic's mouth

seems to have changed color.

It started out pink.

Now it's amber.

Means the efflorescent
crystalline residue

we're looking at
is atropine trace.

That explains the color shift.

So which cheerleader wore it?

And if she had
poison on her lips...

why isn't she dead,too?

♪ Everywhere kiss me,
everywhere kids speak ♪

♪ No catch no beat ♪

♪ Everywhere kiss me,
everywhere kiss me ♪

♪ Everywhere kiss me ♪

Sexy... but dangerous.

♪ No catch no beat ♪

♪ Everywhere kiss,
everywhere kiss,kiss me ♪

♪ We're three,we're three ♪

♪ We're three,we're three,
in the dark tonight ♪

♪ And baby my snake
is a shark tonight... ♪

Lindsay,focus on
Paula Tolomeo,okay?

I just got a match
on her lipstick print.

Okay,but lipstick's not
enough. We'll have to find more.

Hey,Mac.

We got a tread pattern match

on the tire tracks we lifted

from the fumigation site.

Definitely not
from the equipment

we saw at King's College.

Goodfire steel-belted
radials circa 2006.

Distributor's list
narrowed us down

to eight New
York cab companies

that have bought
them since then.

And what I just found out
about our fountain magnet

will narrow the
search even further.

It's a dispatch button.

Cab companies used to use it

to track the locations of
their taxis. Most cabs today

are traced by GPS.

There can't be too many
cab companies around

still using magnets.

As a matter of fact,
there's only one.

Okay,we got a caller on
the line who's a cabbie?!

Used to be
- now there's no work for any of us.

Yeah,we use it.

It's just some old school relic
the owner's too cheap to take down.

You guys don't
find this whack job

any time soon,we're all
going to be a bunch of relics.

h of relics.

Like I said,found a
magnet from this board

at a crime scene.

Any idea how it got there?

Look around.

All I know is, we're
not going anywhere.

Especially some piece
of junk from the shop.

Think about it.

Is there any other place
these magnets are kept?

That's the only place
I've ever seen them.

The ones we manage to pick up

and stick back on anyway.
What,they just fall off?

Some hack knocked them
off a few months back

when he was pissed off over
not making his month's lease.

Punched a hole in the
wall while he was at it.

Real piece of work
- that guy.

You got a name? An
employment record?

Are you kidding me?

You have any idea how many
cabbies come and go through here

on a daily basis?

Half the time I can't
even pronounce their names,

much less write them down.

But if you want to go
through my files... We will.

How about you show us that
hole in the wall first?

Rodrigo to the office.
Rodrigo to the office.

Is this what
you're looking for?

That's exactly what
we're looking for.

What is it,Hawkes?

I just got a
case-to-case hit.

What?

So the DNA you
got off the wall

is a match to a blood sample

from an unsolved murder
case in Rochester.

You know what this means?

We got to get our
hands on that evidence.

♪♪♪

Detective Taylor,is the
body you found at Brill Park

another Cabbie Killer victim?

We're currently investigating

that possibility.

Detective Taylor,are
these murders connected?

Need me? Yeah.

Your Rochester evidence is
being choppered in as we speak.

Great. That DNA blood sample

could be exactly the break
we've been looking for.

Hope you're right about that.

Catching it from
all sides,huh?

Let's just say that between
the media and the mayor's office

I should probably be wearing
a flak jacket right about now.

We're closing in,Mac.

We're going to nail
this guy. You know that.

Whether we can do it on
everyone else's schedule,

that's another story.

People want this killer's
head on a platter,

and if they don't get it soon,

they'll happily
take mine instead.

What was it you once said?

Uh,"When the heat is on, you
got to wear more sunblock. "

I said that?

Mm-hmm.

Think I was just
back from vacation.

Probably in a
much better mood.

Today I got a call from
the widow of Ben Melvoy.

The attorney from Jersey.

They have a toddler
and a newborn.

They were two weeks
away from celebrating

their tenth anniversary.

And then he gets
into the wrong cab.

My God.

But you know what
hit me the hardest?

She couldn't
have been sweeter.

Held it together,
didn't even cry.

All she asked me to do
is to stop this killer

from hurting someone else.

But in spite of
all the heartache,

the bloodshed he's causing,

the only thing I could
really offer her was...

an apology.

Are we going to get this guy?

We have to.

We have to.

There's the halftime buzzer...

Row E.

Yeah! Whoo!

Row E. Seat 5.

She announced a different seat
number than the one she picked.

So much for our
random drawing.

Okay,the vic in the
case-to-case search

is a
28-year-old woman

named Paige Lopez.

Priors for prostitution.

Witnesses saw her
coming out of a bar

with an ND male.

The Monroe County
Sheriff's Department

found her body two days
later floating in the Genesee.

Multiple defense wounds,

so she definitely
put up a fight.

COD was strangulation.

No carbon monoxide
asphyxiation,

but she did have the
L2729 carvings on her neck.

So it's got to be our
Cabbie Killer. Well,if it is,

there's something
seriously wrong with him.

This blood sample
he left behind

in the struggle is riddled
with agranulocytosis.

Agranulated white
blood cells... Yeah.

That's usually induced
with exposure to drugs

or radiation therapies.

A junkie maybe?

Or a cancer patient?

I'll get this to tox.

See if it will tell us how
sick this sicko really is.

This is her
apartment, Detective.

Paula Tolomeo. NYPD.

We have a warrant to
search the premises.

Hello?

Nobody's home.

I don't know.

A lot of big books with
big words for a cheerleader.

Maybe she doesn't live alone.

This look a little
big for her,no?

You hear anything about
a roommate,perhaps?

Super said she's
the only tenant,

but pro cheerleaders
aren't exactly

on the high end
of the pay scale.

Maybe she's subletting.

A lot of diet pills.

Could explain the
phentermine trace

that Sid found on the vic.

Not a lot of food.

I wonder if that's
her roommate.

I found her secret garden,

I can tell you that much.

Belladonna.

What's the other stuff?

Looks like Calabar beans.

Wait a minute. That's it.

She also made an
antidote. There is one?

Physostigmine. It comes
from the Calabar bean.

Ophthalmologists use it

to contract their
patients' pupils.

But she used it to stay alive.

Paula could've ground up

the berries and the beans.

Made two differe
concentrated elixirs,

then she refills
the diet pills,

one with poison, the
other with antidote.

She would've had to
swallow the antidote first

to counteract the
effects of the poison.

But then all she had to
do was pop the other pill.

All right,New York
fans, let's get ready

to cheer on Dugan Scott
for the $1 million shot!

Let him hear it!

And the shot clock
starts to tick.

Talk about a personal foul.

All right,I'm with
you on the "how,"

but what about the "why"?

Well,maybe our mystery
girl can answer that.

You made up a story
implying I was the source.

Look,what do you
want me to say?

I am getting
20,000 hits a day.

People like to read my blog.

Which is exactly
why you should

be more careful what you say.

We don't have time
for careful,Mac.

We have a serial
killer to catch.

No,Reed.

I have a serial
killer to catch.

You just want a headline.

But I get it, so out of love

and respect for your mother,

I'll give you an
exclusive. You ready?

Watch who you mess with.

Is that a threat from
you or from the killer?

Both.

Eat a salad.

Eat a salad.

That's the chant he started.

It was two yrs ago

but I can still
feel the humiliation

like it was yesterday.

Section 214,row K,seat three.

Eat a salad!

ALL Eat a salad!

Eat a salad!

Please stop.

My boyfriend was at that game.

He dumped me the
very next day.

And because my fat face
was on the big screen-

complete strangers
would come up to me

telling me to "eat a salad. "

So you chose to get back at
Dugan Scott by killing him?

A crime of passion?

A crime of patience.

I worked my ass off.

Literally.

I swore I would do
whatever it took...

gastric bypass,

liposuction,

plastic surgery,

tryout

after tryout after tryout

until I finally
made the squad...

just so I could watch
him eat his poison words

in front of everyone.

I hope it was worth it.

Because you just kissed
your life good-bye.

Hey.

Hey. Where are you?

Taking a rain walk.

It's a Montana thing.

You wouldn't understand.

Yeah,maybe I would.

Maybe there's a lot
of things that I...

that I understand
now. How about that?

Yeah,like what?

How sorry I am for
pushing you away.

Danny,I've tried to
give you your space.

But I don't know how much
longer I can feel alone.

It's messing with my work.

It's breaking my heart.

I know. No,I know. I do.

I swear to God it
won't happen again.

'Cause the truth is...

truth is I miss you.

I miss you

more than I can say,

even if,uh,I don't
know w to say it.

Do you have any idea
how hard you are to love?

Why don't you come over
here and tell me in person.

Please.

I got to go.

So you got Tox results back

on our Cabbie
Killer's blood sample?

The agranulocytosis

was caused by
extremely high dosage

of two different drugs:
cloperidol and halzapine.

Usually used to
treat psychosis,right?

Yes,but only in
clinical settings,

and together

only for acutely
aggressive patients.

I've already done
some checking.

There are three
hospitals in the state

currently using that
cocktail for tough cases,

but there was a
fourth hospital

that was shut down last year

for all sorts of violations,

including overmedicating
their patients.

Mannix Asylum.

Yeah.

We got a briefing
when they closed

and had to release some
of their patients early.

Who are you calling?

The District Attorney.

I want to get a subpoena

for the records of every
patient let out of Mannix

that was treated
with both those drugs.

Might take a while. I'll wait.

Normally neighbors
ask for sugar,

but I thought I'd be
daring and offer some first.

Hey,Rikki.

Mind if I come in?

Rikki,listen,I been,uh,

I been thinking,you
know, this thing,

this thing between us...

you were right.

We made each other feel good.

But I'm starting
to think it's bad.

It's a bad thing for us to do.

Danny,I'm moving.

You're moving?

I need a fresh start.

Too many memories.

Look...

I'm,uh... No.

Don't say you're sorry.

Just say good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Rikki,wait.

What about the sugar?

You're a sweet man.

You keep it.

The DA got a judge

to wake up and
sign the subpoena.

We've got the medical records

of four patients

who were released early
from Mannix Asylum.

Each of whom received
the drugs we found

in our killer's blood sample.

Severe child abuse,
multiple knife scars,

maternal suicide,
religious fanaticism.

This one looks pretty good
for it. What's his name?

John Doe.

So even with all this
information at our fingertips,

we still don't have
our killer's name.

All right,enough is enough.

I want both of you-
Danny,Lindsay,Adam,Sid-

every last person
in this lab on this

if we have to work
double overtime

and around the damn clock.

As far as I'm concerned,

every other case goes
to the bottom of the pile

until we track this
Cabbie Killer down

and permanently put
him out of business.

Okay.

Oh,no!

You've got to be kidding me.

Man,am I glad to see you.

Ninth and Mercer.

I was supposed to meet
some guy on that corner...

but I guess he's
a,uh, a no-show,huh?

You could float away
on a night like this.

You know what I mean?

Hello?

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