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I did everything I could not to hit her.
Did you notice anything
strange about the victim?
Did you see anybody else on the street?
No.
It all happened so fast.
She came out of nowhere.
No shoes, no coat, no handbag.
Just lace.
Well, if this is the
new look for spring,
you can count me out.
Got some serious bruises on her wrists.
Somebody certainly held on tight.
Laceration on her upper
cheekbone, doesn't look fresh.
These injuries are inconsistent with trauma
associated with the car accident.
*** fights with her john.
Wife argues with her husband.
Lingerie model loses her way.
Might explain why she's
out here in her underwear.
Then again, it might not.
Breathalyzer says our driver's sober.
He was about to make the last
delivery of his shift.
Said he'd just pulled
out of the driveway.
Wasn't going very fast.
I had a speed mark that says he was
going 20 miles per hour at impact.
He say which direction she came from?
He said she came out of nowhere.
Nobody just comes out of nowhere.
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- Hawkes.
- Hey.
Bill could you turn that off, please?
Thanks.
Your victim's name is Margo Trent.
Missing person's inquiry was filed this
morning when she didn't show up for work.
- Ready for show-and-tell?
- Oh, yes.
Okay.
Broken leg
crushed kneecap.
These superficial tears indicate
overstretching of the skin.
The impact on the
right side of the body
forced her tissue mass
to the opposite side.
So, the skin expanded
to compensate the pressure.
Exactly.
It looks like our girl Margo here
had a busy night.
Traces of *** on the inner thigh
and
Ah, stamp from a bar or a dance club.
The logo is smeared.
Yeah.
There's over 300 places in this city
that stamp your hand after you pay the cover.
I'd start with the ones that
don't have a drink minimum.
Her blood alcohol level
was well below the legal limit.
She was probably tipsy,
but certainly not drunk.
So it's safe to say that
she was coherent and knew
that she was standing in the
middle of the street half-naked.
Running in the middle of the street.
Take a look.
Now, these abrasions
were suffered while running.
But these here
tiny puncture wounds on her soles.
I can't imagine what she was doing.
Do they have anything
to do with cause of death?
No.
I had Tox run a screen.
Results were negative.
Margo Trent died because she was
hit by a truck, plain and simple.
Okay.
So, this is no longer
a case for Homicide.
Flack will want to pursue a suspect
for possible *** and assault charges.
Why don't you collect a sex kit,
send it over to DNA.
Dispatch.
You know, I have a feeling
it's going to be a very busy day.
- Want to switch jobs?
- Oh, yeah, sure.
You'll be cutting off, uh,
that guy's right arm
and left leg.
I'm leaving now.
- Thank you.
- All right.
We need a tow truck
at stadium parking structure.
Hey.
Unis found his driver's license.
Name's Gilbert Novotny of
Brookline, Massachusetts.
Boston fan in the Bronx.
That's brave.
Or stupid.
Very stupid.
Boston's playing tough.
New York'd better get it together.
He's got dried blood in his nose.
Lividity in the lower extremities.
Still in full rigor.
He's been dead and in this
position for over 12 hours.
Probably since yesterday's game.
And he wasn't sitting in
the cheap seats.
Field level.
So Boston wins the game.
Gilbert's the only one that
has reason to celebrate.
Doesn't make it out
of the parking lot.
Wait, you're thinking a New York fan's
a sore loser and takes it out on this guy?
Kind of extreme.
You gotta down a lot
of brews to go that far.
No blood drops in
or outside the vehicle
and nothing running down his face.
Bloody nose happened
earlier, somewhere else.
My guess is that Novotny got himself
into the car and he died there.
Or maybe somebody put
him in the driver's seat,
'cause the uni said the doors were
unlocked when they arrived at the scene.
Maybe.
But
let's say you kill a guy and you place
him behind the driver's seat, right?
Would you take the time to put the key
in the ignition and strap his seat belt on?
Okay, theory number two.
Official Major League ball
and mud.
Delaware River mud, to be exact.
The umpires rub it on the baseballs before
every game.
It takes away some of the "new.
"
Foul ball or home run,
Novotny came down with it.
Right, but maybe somebody thought
this ball rightfully belonged to them.
Yeah, maybe somebody with
brown hair.
Been playing since I was seven.
Little League, college,
even had a stint in the Minors.
Good, huh?
I had an arm.
How does a potential shortstop
become a crime scene investigator?
That's real easy.
Get into a fight,
break your wrist, and then graduate
from the police academy
top of my class.
You're dangerous, Danny Messer.
Very dangerous.
Here we go.
108.
Novotny's seat.
This is definitely
where Gilbert got hit.
Okay, but nobody dies
from a bloody nose.
So what did he die from?
Taylor.
You made a mistake.
You couldn't have known.
I'm sorry, who are you
trying to reach?
I don't want to spend the rest
of my life in prison.
Who is this?
"A small mistake can be significant enough
to change everything that follows.
"
You said that two days ago
when you were
on the witness stand.
Detective Taylor, what, if anything,
did you find on this hammer?
A mixture of both the victim's and
the defendant's DNA was detected.
And why is it that you recheck and
review all of your testing several times?
Because a small mistake can be
significant enough to change
the dynamic of everything that follows.
Look, you still have time.
At least a week before the trial ends.
Could this hammer have been
used to *** Alissa Danville?
Yes.
Mr.
Sullivan, there's
very little I can do for you.
I didn't kill Alissa Danville.
Time's up, Sullivan.
Hello?
This is Gilbert Novotny's
ruptured spleen.
The cause of death.
You think that could happen
from a series of punches?
No.
This kind of damage results
from something other than a bare fist.
Something packing a lot of power.
See?
The diaphragmatic surface is ruptured.
The rib cage is supposed to
protect from this kind of injury.
Broken rib.
Punctured spleen.
And somehow Gilbert
made it back to his car,
where he died from
internal bleeding.
Yep.
I think we should subpoena the crowd
footage from stadium operations,
see if we can track his movements from
his seat out to the parking structure.
And get foul ball footage
from news and sport stations.
In the meantime, I've got
something else for you.
Don't tell me you're gonna
make me hold something else.
What've you got?
I don't know.
This is where you two take over.
Survey says
Cracker Jacks.
What?
That's what Hawkes
found in his hair?
They still do that
at baseball games?
What is this, high school?
Do what?
You pop a kernel in your
mouth, it gets all gooey.
Anybody within a five-foot
radius is a target.
You gonna knock it off or what?
What?
So someone taunts our Boston fan with
a couple of caramel corn spit wads.
Pissed off, they get into a scuffle.
Then the other guy punches him
in the gut with God knows why.
Let's track the Cracker Jacks.
Where there's spit, there's DNA.
Well, this job is never boring.
- I love Cracker Jacks.
- Me, too.
There's never enough
peanuts in the box for me.
- Detective Bonasera.
- Oh.
Thank you.
Oh, DNA results from your crime scene
at the stadium parking structure.
Specifically the brown hair
you found on the baseball.
- That's strange
- What?
This profile exhibits
excessive homozygosity.
Oh, several of the 13 loci
have the same allele.
It's the second time today
I've seen this result.
Not common?
Well, it certainly gets my attention.
Ok Jane this is Gilbert Novotny, our
victim at the stadium parking structure.
The hair that you analyzed
was pulled from a baseball
in this man's car, and
it's certainly not his.
All right.
What about
case number 572-05?
Right here.
Margo Trent,
car accident victim.
Upper Westside.
They said the job was never boring.
Come on, ladies.
The suspense is killing me.
Her hair was on the baseball
found in his car.
Margo Trent and Gilbert
Novotny are connected.
Gilbert Novotny's from Boston.
Margo Trent's from the Upper West Side.
He's a factory worker.
She's a sports agent.
Blue collar, white collar
Doesn't make sense.
I mean,
these two people should
never even know each other.
Mac?
Yeah.
Yeah Yet, they, uh
they came in contact
with the same baseball.
I can tell you how.
We got some
foul ball footage from the game.
Check this out.
There's Gilbert Novotny.
Margo Trent
on the left.
They were sitting a seat away.
All right, so they were
sitting in the same section.
Aiden, play this frame by frame.
All right, freeze it there.
Zoom in.
Wow.
That's how the
hair got on the ball
and ultimately,
into Novotny's truck.
And they both end up dead.
Margo's death was the result of a
car accident, emphasis on "accident.
"
We have no evidence to prove otherwise.
Not from the scene but
what was she doing an hour before she was
hit by that truck? Who was with her?
Well, we know it wasn't Gilbert
because he was already dead.
All right.
Aiden, Danny,
I want to know everything we can possibly
find out about Gilbert Novotny.
Stella and I'll focus on Margo Trent.
All right.
- And in English?
- What the hell's bugging you, Mac?
- It sounds so much better in Greek.
- Yeah, most things do.
Okay, I surrender.
I received
a strange phone call today,
from a defendant in a *** case.
He said we made a mistake, like
he knew something that we didn't.
Haven't been able to shake it.
Come on, Mac.
Most criminals claim
they're innocent.
You know that.
Yes.
Yes, I do, but still
He's in jail, Stella.
He gets to make one phone call a day,
and he makes that one call to me?
Okay, so he just up and
called you out of the blue?
Yeah.
Something I said stayed with him,
I guess, I testified in court on Friday.
Oh, the *** case of Alissa Danville.
We processed that scene together.
It was Quinn Sullivan
who called you, right?
Well, his DNA was on the *** weapon
A hammer he claimed he
never owned, and yet,
his blood was on the handle.
Come on.
We didn't get that wrong, Mac.
We don't make mistakes.
Hell, I don't make mistakes,
not with evidence.
Don't worry about it.
Margo's sports management
firm owns the place.
Executives use the apartment
when they have a client in town.
She was here with someone.
And I don't think they
were getting along.
Someone tried to bust through the door.
Bathroom window is open.
She went out the window.
That must've hurt
Spikes to keep the pigeons
from nesting on the window sill.
Those were the punctures on her feet.
Now, I spoke to the other
tenants in the building,
and no one saw her enter
the building with anyone.
We understand you were with
Miss Trent night before last.
Yeah, I saw Margo
at Bixby's Bar and Grill.
We were told by the managerand several
regulars that the two of you had words.
Yeah.
We had an argument
and ten minutes later
we had sex in the bathroom.
It was a you know
it was a love-hate relationship.
What was the argument about?
She accused me of stealing
one of her clients.
Did you?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's the way this
business works, it's cutthroat.
And Margo
She was the best at it.
Yeah, she'd wine and dine these guys,
buy them expensive gifts,
send flowers to their uh,
mothers, wives and girlfriends.
She signed two of the top closers
in the game with that
gimmick.
It really pissed me off.
- But I'd never kill her over it.
- Did you go back to her apartment
- after you left Bixby's?
- No.
Anybody who could vouch for you?
Yeah.
My wife.
Gilbert Novatny's game ticket was purchased
by a local sports talk radio station.
- What? Here in New York?
- Yeah, it's called WNYD.
It's part of some on-air giveaway.
They got Gilbert on tape
talking aggressive with this other guy.
Let's check it out.
All right, Gilbert, you sound
like a pretty devout Boston fan.
I am the original, my friend.
- Go ahead, caller.
- Yeah, this is Tony from the Bronx.
- Gilbert, you're a loser.
So is your team.
- Gilbert?
- You got something to say about that?
- Yeah, New York sucks.
You know something, Gilbert,
what do you say WNYD gives you a ticket,
a little traveling cash for
Saturday's game and then you two
- can battle it out?
- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
Hey, Tony, from the Bronx, come and
find me, okay? I'll be with your mother.
That's it.
That's something to really be proud of, Rico.
I'm sorry the guy's dead.
His name's actually Gilbert Novotny.
He had two kids and a widow.
All right, so just think about that the next time
you decide to pump up a couple of fans, all right?
Messer.
You guys keep track of any
of your incoming calls?
We get about 50 calls an hour
from all over the northern East Coast.
We don't have time
for that kind of paperwork.
Our batting average just went up.
Jane got back the results
from our Cracker Jack DNA.
She got us a hit in CODIS.
- One Anthony Reanetti.
- Anthony, Tony, one and the same.
Let's find out.
Tony from the Bronx
Tony from the Bronx.
I never got in touch
with his parole officer.
Yeah.
Call the backup!
Stop! Come on, guy!
Hey, hey!
NYPD! NYPD!
Don't move, don't move.
Come here.
All right, easy, easy!
All right There's one thing
I hate more than running, leaping.
You're not my favorite
person today.
Come on.
So you like Cracker Jacks, huh?
- They're okay.
- Just okay?
You don't like that sweet,
sticky caramel taste?
That's a cool picture, huh?
That's your spit.
That's what we found on some Cracker Jacks
we took from Gilbert Novotny's hair.
- You got good aim.
- He's dead, you know.
Hey, I had nothing to do with that.
Yeah, then why'd you
take off down the street
before we even had a chance
to flash our badges?
A guy runs, Tony, that tells me
he's up to something.
First of all
you two look like cops, okay?
Just so you know.
I was running because
I haven't been to see my
parole officer in a couple of weeks.
I figured that was the kinda
heat you were bringing.
Why don't you tell us
about the baseball game?
Again, I had nothing
to do with that guy dying.
Oh, yeah? Well, we heard
the radio show, Tony.
That was just talk.
You had to be pissed off
you didn't catch that foul ball.
Off A-Rod's bat?
That's a nice ball.
After the game, you went into the
parking lot.
What you hit him with?
- A tire iron?
- No, no, no.
I wasn't even there after the game.
I got thrown out 'cause we got into it
over the spit wads.
Okay?
I was spitting them at him, yeah.
And that led to some pushing and shoving,
and I was tossed out of the stadium.
Bottom of the fifth.
And then I went home.
All right, you got somebody
that can back that story up?
The two thugs from stadium security?
The 25 other people who were
riding the same subway car.
- Didn't get any of their names.
- Don't get smart, all right?
I'm not in the mood for that.
What are you doing, Mac?
I reviewed our trace
analysis and DNA results.
I tracked the chain of
custody on all the evidence.
There were no mistakes made
by any member of my team.
I stand by my results and my testimony.
You came all the way
down here to tell me that?
I wanted to look you in the eye
and make sure you understood.
I didn't appreciate your accusation.
Well, understand this.
I didn't kill that girl.
I don't decide what you did
or didn't do, Mr.
Sullivan.
I gather the evidence, analyze it
and the results tell me the
probability of your actions.
I was not in that alley.
My only crime is I look like
someone who killed that girl.
There was no description
given of the suspect.
So the next best thing is to find someone
who looks like they might have done it.
You're accusing the
prosecution of profiling?
I'm a big man.
I got big hands.
My eyes are set too close together
and my voice is too
deep to speak the truth.
I fit the description
simply because I could have taken
out that woman with one blow.
DNA doesn't look for strength, or
size or a face.
It looks for a match,
and the match I got in my
crime lab led me to you.
A small mistake
can be significant enough to
change everything that follows.
Mr.
Sullivan, if you have
something to tell me, say it now.
I lost it.
I don't know where I dropped it,
I don't know when,
but I figured if I told the truth
if I told them I owned it,
it was as good as pleading guilty.
But what if the hammer was mine?
That changes everything.
This is a surprise.
You were in the neighborhood?
No.
I woke up early and
found my way over here.
Can I get you anything?
Black coffee.
Because I couldn't sleep and
because this couldn't wait.
If you're looking into the Alissa Danville
case for mistakes, I expect to be consulted.
- I wasn't looking
- Mac
the *** weapon was in
the alley with his DNA on it.
What else did you expect to find?
Well, for one, we didn't take a substrate
control sample on the *** weapon.
That's because Sullivan claimed
that the hammer wasn't his.
In that kind of a case, not taking a
control sample is standard procedure.
Well, maybe that should change,
because finding someone's DNA on a ***
weapon shouldn't automatically make them guilty.
It doesn't.
Let's just consider the
facts in this case, all right?
His coworker testified
that every time Alissa Danville
walked past the construction site,
Sullivan stopped and watched her
go by.
Then there's the hammer.
It was issued to every employee
of Luxwell Construction Company.
Every single hammer was accounted
for except for Quinn Sullivan's.
And yet, he claims
that the hammer we found at the crime
scene with his DNA on it wasn't his.
He told me it was.
You went to see him.
He now claims the hammer.
But he still sticks to his story
that he didn't kill Alissa Danville.
You believe him?
I want to.
Stella, if the hammer was his, his DNA
could have already been on it.
DNA from epithelials he shed
from normal everyday use.
Source attribution, Stella.
It's a
viable possibility the victim's blood
was spattered on top of
Sullivan's epithelials.
When we tested the blood for DNA,
we got a match for both the victim
and Sullivan.
Well, if we had known that
it was Sullivan's hammer
it wouldn't have changed
our test results.
But it might have
changed our conclusion.
We need to find a way to prove that
the blood on the *** weapon belongs
only to Alissa Danville.
What if we can't prove it?
You'll need the judge's consent to retest
the hammer, Mac.
That could take days.
I just want to try.
You know,
something more than just the truth and
sincerity I see in Quinn Sullivan's eyes
is driving me to find
another answer here.
When the Towers fell
and Claire died
it was the
clearest definition of
what is unjust and unfair
in this world,
and I was powerless
to do anything about it.
All those innocent lives.
But here
I just need to do this.
Okay.
Stitches.
There's a circular pattern of bruising,
and these here are the
laces of a baseball.
You're telling me that George Novotny got
blasted in the spleen with a foul ball?
No.
A direct hit.
Less than 50 feet away.
A fastball
right to the gut.
And the second baseball took out
the door in Margo's apartment.
The only prints I got were smudged.
We got mostly partials from
the ball in Novotny's car.
Yeah, and you gotta figure
some of them belong to the pitcher,
catcher, umpire,
even Novotny.
And the rest who knows?
Well, none of them came
up as a match in AFIS.
But one of them
definitely threw the ball
and killed the victim.
All right, Hawkes said
a ball was thrown hard enough
to kill Novotny, and the door in
the apartment was split by a
baseball, that's a lot of force.
Let's see what it takes.
Where you going?
I'm holding the speed gun.
I get the hard part?
You're the baseball player.
And I'm the boss.
Harder and faster.
That's not gonna cut it.
We need to bring in more muscle.
Where were you 20 minutes ago?
We find the guy that throws like that,
- we find our murderer.
- Detective Taylor?
Delivery from Judge Fulton.
This
is the evidence you requested.
Crossover technology, Stella.
What they use in cancer research
I was able to use here.
Laser
microdissection.
It's incredible.
I separated the epithelials from
white blood cells from the hammer,
and only the epithelials
contain Sullivan's DNA.
Sullivan's blood wasn't
on the *** weapon.
What?
You're happy,
and excited.
This is a good thing.
Yeah, it's a good thing.
I haven't
seen you like this since before.
Why haven't you taken
your wedding ring off?
Because, uh
I don't know
I don't want to.
Okay.
Okay, so Sullivan's blood
wasn't on the hammer.
You realize this is
a double-edged sword.
I mean, in order to prove your point,
means that you have to put the
*** weapon in the defendant's hand.
Muddies the picture.
Mm, that's the point,
isn't it? Reasonable doubt.
Call me as a rebuttal witness.
To your own testimony?
Do you even care that you might
damage your own credibility?
I don't see it that way.
Mac, look, I won this case.
The
jury's got what it needs to convict.
I retested the hammer.
My new results are
favorable to the accused,
which makes it Brady material, which you have
the obligation to turn over to the defense.
That's how you see it, huh? Because what
you're telling me is that the defendant
not only possessed the ***
weapon, but he lied about it.
So, it sounds to me like that only strengthens
the State's case against Quinn Sullivan.
He was afraid to admit the truth.
I don't think the jury's going to
be sympathetic to that argument.
Just give me the chance to explain
everything on the witness stand.
Mac,
what are you going to say?
That you got it wrong?
That you made a mistake?
I'm not recalling you as a
witness, Mac.
This case is over.
Hey, guys.
What, is that the look
of agony and defeat?
We're back to the stadium footage.
How 'bout you? Anything from
that pitching, other than pain?
Looking for a guy who can throw
heat.
That's our description.
I checked both seats
on either side of Margo.
Comp tickets, so the box office
couldn't tell me who bought them.
There's Gilbert Novotny,
there's Margo Trent.
Now there's somebody
sitting between them.
Yeah.
I don't know.
I guess he
must have gotten up and
maybe went to the
concession during the foul ball.
Well, now, that's interesting.
Look at his face, the way
he's looking at Novotny.
Everybody's smiling,
except for him.
Hey, Aiden
Can you isolate him?
Yeah.
I've seen that face before.
I'm just trying to get into the big leagues.
Even though I'm not signed with anybody,
Margo was interested
in being my manager.
I went to the baseball game
with her, and that was it.
What about the guy
sitting next to you?
Some crazy Boston fan.
You two get into it a little bit?
No.
Some other guy was
throwing stuff at him.
It was a little irritating,'cause
sometimes he would miss and hit me.
Right, right Y-You look
really angry at Gilbert,
that's the name of the guy
sitting next to you.
I was trying to enjoy the game,
that's all.
Hey Ruben, you're on the???
Look it's my turn to pitch.
Sure.
Think he'll consent to
give up some of his DNA?
At the moment, baseball is
the sport of steroid paranoia.
He ain't gonna give us anything.
Ooh!
Good speed on that ball.
Mm-hmm.
You know what?
I think I got an idea.
Hey!
I gotta keep this one.
Sorry.
It's evidence.
I've had a chance
to analyze all three.
The DNA from the spit ball
you brought me
matches DNA from
the ball Mac found
in Margo Trent's apartment,
as well as DNA from the baseball
that killed Gilbert Novotny.
Three strikes.
You know, man
you got a mean fastball,
you know that?
Now, how do you do that?
Two fingers on the laces, or
do you just use fingertips?
What, the thumb and the index finger grip
a little tighter than the rest of them?
Lady, you want pitching lessons,
you should try your local Y.
That's my change-up.
It's not nearly as fast as the ball
you threw in the gut of Gilbert Novotny.
Yeah, and you used
a much more powerful throw
to break the panel
in the bathroom door of
Margo's apartment, and
that wasn't very nice.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- We got your DNA.
We got you on assault,
and we got you on ***.
***?
Yeah, you know that fastball you
threw in the stadium parking lot?
You ruptured Gilbert
Novotny's spleen.
What?
He climbed into his car,
and then he died.
I was angry, but I didn't
mean to kill him.
What were you so
mad about, Ruben?
They showed our section
on the Jumbotron,
and he leaned over and kissed
me, right on the mouth.
In front of all those people.
I can take a joke,
but that was too far.
I don't like looking like a fool.
Wow, DeRosa
You got all hot under the collar
over a little smooch.
I love Boston, baby!
Hey, sweet cheeks,
you're a good kisser, now
Hey, hey, give me my ball.
You want your ball? Huh?
- Come on, don't be a sore loser.
It's okay.
- Oh, really?
Yeah, come
Catch that!
And Margo?
She thought it was funny, too.
Deja
Come on, you're not
still angry about
what happened at
the game, are you?
Deja.
Looks to me like the only thing
that gets you hot is another guy.
Never say that of me
again, �o�ste?
Are you crazy? Huh?
You loser!
Loser!
Who you calling a
Abre la puerta.
Loser!
Who you calling a loser, huh?
Yeah, you've thrown
your last fastball.
You can kiss your
baseball career good-bye.
You're out.
Defense calls Detective Mac Taylor.
Detective Taylor, I remind you
you are still under oath.
Yes, Your Honor.
Detective Taylor, you were called
as a prosecution witness?
Yes.
Now you're here as a witness
for the defense?
That's correct
Can you tell us why that is?
I've reexamined the evidence,
and there may be some doubt
as to Mr.
Sullivan's guilt.
So, why'd you help me?
Because you told me the truth.
You know there'll be a civil trial.
And this time, the evidence
will come to the rescue.
Mr.
Sullivan, my job is to
collect evidence and
without bias or expectation,
provide an answer.
I don't usually hope the suspect is
innocent or guilty.
This time
it was different.
This time I wanted the evidence
on that hammer to be wrong.
I liked the possibility of
changing everything.
Me, too.