CSI: NY s05e05 Episode Script

The Cost of Living

Looks like we got another break-in.
Below Watch your hands.
This way, guys.
We're wasting time.
What the hell? I don't know what they would've done if they caught me, but it was all worth it.
This find may hold the answer to one of the most famous unsolved murders in the history of New York City.
Come on, Sutton.
Show it to us.
Let's see what you found.
Vincent, try to be patient.
James, why not just tell him what you found? It might shut him up.
I like Vincent much more than I trust him.
Single gunshot to the abdomen.
No obvious sign of a struggle.
Heavy concentration of GSR.
This was up close and personal.
Our vic is James Sutton.
He's an archaeologist.
Yeah, I know.
It seems historical digs are back in fashion, the latest underground craze.
No pun intended.
He came from the Journeymen's Club around the block.
And that's Laura Roman.
She found the body.
Phoned it in about an hour ago.
Looks like James Sutton fashioned himself a real Indiana Jones.
Till someone made this his last crusade.
# Out here in the fields # # I fight for my meals # # I get my back into my living # # Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
# High-velocity spatter.
Some sort of blue liquid.
Still got his credit cards, jewelry, his cash.
Could probably rule out robbery.
Looks like something was wrapped in this.
I have linear abrasions on either side of his neck.
Consistent with a necklace being pulled off.
And there's no bleeding.
Means it was taken postmortem.
Whoever killed this guy knew exactly what they were after.
And it was more valuable than the $500 cash he's got in his wallet.
Where were you when you heard the shot? I was, um, outside the main entrance of the club.
I thought it was a car backfiring.
And how much time passed between the shot and when you found the body? A few minutes.
I left the club, but couldn't catch a cab.
So I decided to start walking.
Figured I'd have a better shot of catching one a block over on Lex.
Oh, my God! James! What was your relationship with James? Uh, we were friends.
Some people I interviewed in the club said that he found something on a recent expedition that he considered very important.
You have any idea what that was? Or exactly where he found it? Know of anyone who may have wanted to hurt James? Did he have any enemies? He did say he was chased from his dig site by someone.
Every man in this club wanted to be James Sutton, and every woman wanted to be with him.
I don't see why anyone would want to kill him.
Unfortunately, envy and jealousy top the list when it comes to motives for murder.
This should be the last of them.
Looks like plastic.
Definitely embedded by the blast.
And now we go in for the grand prize.
Very shallow penetration.
Doesn't make any sense.
We have stippling, heavy concentration of GSR.
Everything seems to indicate close-contact gunshot wound.
I agree.
Based on the appearance of the entry wound, I was actually expecting a through-and-through.
You have any idea what kind of gun could inflict is kind of damage? Maybe the bullet can answer that.
Get an ID on o our killer chef? I think I stumbled upon something even bigger.
Really? Yeah.
Something sinister, and evil.
I think we're looking at a serial killer here, Stella.
And he's killing rats.
Okay, how does this relate to Sutton? We have traces of blood on the oven mitt from our vic, and we also have traces of blood and hair from multiple donors that are not human.
What are you thinking? You pulled that fishhook from the oven mitt, didn't you? Yeah.
You think it has something to do with Sutton's murder? Something.
Maybe everything.
Come on.
Let's take a ride.
Ooh! Ah! I got you now, you big son of a.
Meet Wolford Bessie, a.
the Rat Fisherman.
Three blocks from the scene of Sutton's murder.
Dumpsters are full of trash and rats the size of cats.
It's Wolford's favorite fishing hole.
Ooh, ooh, go ahead.
Get-get out of here.
Please tell me that's always catch-and-release.
Depends on how hungry I am.
If you'd been here an hour ago, you would've seen me with a two-pound Norway brown.
I think that's some kind of record.
Wow, I'll look for your article in American Fisherman.
Animal rights people didn't send you? No, this isn't about the rat fishing, Wolford, although I should lock you up just for wasting a good slice.
Well, I might finish it later.
Oh, yeah, well, before you snack, we found one of your oven mitts at the scene of a murder last night.
How did it get there, buddy? Why you sweating me, man? I lose stuff.
Haven't you ever lost anything before? What's that? My mama told me the only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child.
Something was wrapped in here.
I knew I should have just left it there.
Oh, aren't you a little cutie? What? Huh? Huh? Oh.
Look at all this.
Give it up, Wolford.
What else you got? Something was taken from the vic's neck.
I I didn't get a good look at either one of them, you know, not the guy standing over the body or the one that scared me away.
It was dark.
You're sure the package that that watch came in was untied and on the ground when you found that body? I-I swear on my sister's eyes.
Your sister's blind, Wolford.
My other sister, Shantell.
Wait, wait, wait, man, before you put the bracelets on me, look.
I'm helping the murder police with a big case.
Looks like Homicide gave him a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Can I can I get the card back? No, you only get to play that card once, Wolford.
Why don't you take mine? You remember anything else, give me a call.
You know, the watch, I can understand-- it was on the ground.
But ripping a medallion off a dead man's neck? I thought it would add some nice weight to the cast, you know? Well, it wasn't like he was gonna need it no more.
I don't make Wolford as our killer.
No history of violence.
The necklace he snatched looks just like a cheap souvenir.
Now, the watch could have been worth something, but if Wolford knew that, he would have pawned it.
So, if he was telling the truth, the killer left the necklace behind, which means it wasn't the reason Sutton was murdered.
Flack said Sutton was chased from the dig site.
Maybe whoever that was caught up to him expecting to see someone else.
We need to find that dig site.
All right, I'll check his apartment, find out what he was working on.
I hope there was a good explanation for this.
- Actually, I a really um actually it's it's a really good explanation.
Uh, let-let me show you.
I was working on the paper recovered at the scene.
It looks like some kind of map, so I tried to identify what part of the city it is.
Problem is, whoever created this didn't want anyone to figure out what it was, so I studied the odd fold marks and wear patterns in the original document.
It it took me a little time, but I was able to recreate the same folds on this copy.
Check it out.
Oh, if you press the wings of the plane together, they form a new map.
It's a two-block area there are no street names, no compass, no key.
It might look like Manhattan, but it is gonna take some time to get an exact location.
So, why is half the lab out in the hall watching you fly paper airplanes? Uh you know, that's a good point, and, um I'm gonna walk way and work and hopefully save my job.
Yeah, Flack, I got the warrant for Sutton's apartment.
Landlord said he would meet us with the key.
Great, okay, I'll see you there.
Turn around and you die.
Son of a bitch.
Our suspect is six-foot, 180 pounds, dark hair, dark eyes.
Armed with a large-caliber automatic pistol.
Last seen fleeing down on Seventh Street and Park.
No, I pulled my gun, Mac.
This guy disarmed me in a matter of seconds.
He was a pro.
Now, I doubt he left any trace behind.
And and he spoke fluent Greek.
He came up to you speaking Greek? - No, English, but he got a little angry when I started to fight back, and he cursed at me in Greek.
Something about his accent tells me he's from northern Greece.
You okay? For a minute there, I thought I was gonna come out of that stairwell in a body bag.
We got a description out there, and a detail's been assigned to protect you and Danny.
We'll get this guy.
He knew Danny and I questioned the rat fisherman.
Wanted to know what we took off of him.
A leather necklace with some trinket on it and an old pocket watch.
I don't get it.
Maybe the watch is an antique, one of those auction deals that collectors pay top dollar for.
If it is, why would Sutton's killer leave it behind? Hey, how's Stella? She's tough.
This is the round recovered from Sutton's body.
It's a bullet with no lands and grooves.
There's no way of knowing make or model of the weapon.
Well, more than likely, it was fired through a bored-out barrel.
Right, but the inconsistency is, it's a close-contact wound with shallow penetration.
Even a weapon with a bored-out barrel at close range would have enough velocity to penetrate deep into the body.
Means that bullet had to come from a homemade weapon.
Welcome to my mystery.
What else do you have? I'm in the process of reassembling the plastic shards Sid pulled from around the wound.
And the blue high-velocity spatter we found on the vic's shirt came back as mineral oil, dyed.
Dozens of uses.
And the bullet's untraceable, but maybe the trace it left behind isn't.
James Sutton shouldn't be dead.
The round I pulled from his body didn't kill him.
An old gunshot wound.
Completely healed.
Impossible to date accurately, but I'd say at least a year or two old.
Flack did a criminal history on Sutton.
There was no report of him being the victim of a shooting or an assault.
I did notice lots of extra scarring along the wound tract, which suggests that someone with little or no medical training was digging around in there to get that bullet out.
Location and severity of the wound make it unlikely it was Sutton himself.
The only people who don't report being shot are criminals, right? Or someone trying to protect the person who shot them.
Now, the bullet that entered Sutton's body last night nicked the lower intestine.
The laceration was enough to give him a giant stomachache, but the bullet stopped there.
If we go a little further Just a second.
Now, there's our COD.
Ruptured abdominal aorta.
But Sid, you said the bullet didn't travel deep enough to hit that artery.
Correct, but the old gunshot wound resulted in the weakening of that arterial wall.
Because he never sought proper medical treatment, the aneurysm went undetected.
Exactly, and the trauma of the bullet entering his body caused the aneurysm to burst, killing him almost instantly.
So James Sutton was killed from a gunshot wound he suffered more than a year ago.
Central, this is 21 King.
We're 10-84.
We got a DP down here at Central Park.
Requesting a coroner's unit.
Parks Department worker found him.
Looks like he tried to put up a fight.
Not a very good one.
He's got a dislocated pinky.
Some of his fingers are broken.
He was tortured.
And then his neck was snapped.
It's got to be the same guy who pulled me off the street.
I gave the fisherman my card.
So, he killed Wolford, then used the information on the card to get to you.
Means our fisherman was dead before you were pushed into that stairwell.
Yeah, but why kill the fisherman and not me? Dead cop brings a lot of heat.
What about a dead archaeologist? No, whoever killed the fisherman didn't kill Sutton; think about it.
Wolford heard the shot, turned into the alley and saw the killer running away.
He approached the body, and as he was snatching the watch, he looked up and saw a different man coming toward him.
That man had to have seen Wolford take the watch and the necklace.
Then he tracked him down and murdered him.
We're looking for two different killers.
Why are we looking at a picture of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Adam? Because the porcelain shard that Lindsay found in the soil sample from the crime scene belongs to that china.
Oh, you mean a china set like that one? No, I mean that china set.
It's about 70 years old.
The modified floral pattern is unique.
It's the Roosevelt family coat of arms: three thorned roses inside a crest with three white ostrich plumes on top.
It's a personalized, one-of-a-kind set.
What's this? It's the soil analysis you were just about to ask me for.
Main component is Manhattan schist.
It's a stone commonly found at least 25 feet underground.
We found traces of badly-degraded carbon steel mixed with a lead-based Pullman Green paint.
Carbon steel, lead-based, Pullman Green were standard on Pullman train cars.
Up until, let's say, the early 1930s.
FDR was elected president in? a shard of Roosevelt's Presidential china.
Let's put up that map.
That's our answer.
Track 61.
It's been around since the late '20s.
You won't find it on many maps.
If I got my bearings, we're directly beneath the Waldorf-Astoria.
We are.
Franklin Roosevelt loved staying at the Waldorf.
His presidential train would come through Grand Central directly into this station.
That train car up ahead-- that's part of his train.
His aides would whisk him off this train in his wheelchair, into that elevator over there, up to his hotel suite, out of sight of the press and the public.
You're the guy I wanted to sit next to in history class the day of the test.
Good luck trying to cheat off this guy.
You'll have a tough time finding press photos of Roosevelt.
The press honored his request never be photographed in his wheelchair or in his leg braces.
That's respect.
Don't see much of that these days.
Part of the train included a dining car with a kitchen, a chef and a wait staff.
Well, that would explain a broken china plate or two down here.
Looks like Sutton's dig site.
Looks like Sutton was telling the truth about being chased out of here.
Flack! Whoa! Up! Well, look at this.
Laura Roman.
I didn't kill him.
I was in love with him.
Well, that's a little more than just friends and colleagues.
You lied about your relationship with the victim, Laura.
That makes me very suspicious.
You don't understand.
Yes, we were lovers, but when it came to archeology and exploring, it was a competition.
Is it possible that competition got a little carried away? No, it's not.
You left the club shortly after Sutton did.
He ends up dead.
You find the body.
We call that opportunity.
Then, the day after he's murdered, you're underground with a copy of his map, hunting for whatever he thought was buried down there.
We call that motive.
The pocket watch you left behind after you killed him-- that wasn't the big find, was it? Stop saying that.
I told you.
I didn't kill him.
And I don't know what watch you're talking about.
He never told me what he found.
So, what was James looking for down there, Laura? He was looking for the remains of a judge.
Some guy who disappeared a long time ago.
Joseph Crater.
I was down there trying to finish what James started.
Now I'm finished talking.
She's telling the truth about the judge.
How do you know? The serial number I raised on the watch helped me identify an owner-- Judge Joseph Crater.
He was appointed to the New York State Supreme Court by then Governor of New York, Franklin Roosevelt.
He was like the Jimmy Hoffa of his day.
He disappeared in August of 1930.
His body was never found.
All right, so that's the great murder mystery that Sutton was hoping to solve.
You know, before I took that watch apart, I had it appraised.
It wasn't worth very much.
A couple of thousand dollars, at the most.
Then why would someone attack you and kill the fisherman for it? Because whatever was taken with it must have been the real prize.
You think? Only one way to find out.
Something definitely hidden inside there.
Looks like some kind of coin.
Somebody went to a lot of trouble to hide this.
It's got to be valuable.
Valuable enough to kill for.
We may have just found our motive for the fisherman's murder.
I thought you should see this.
Flack subpoenaed Sutton's medical history.
As expected, there was no record of a previous gunshot wound, but there was documentation of another injury.
In 1999, he suffered a fall while ice hiking on Mount Hood.
He was airlifted to a nearby hospital, and had emergency surgery to remove his ruptured spleen.
Now Where's the scar from the incision? There isn't one.
Okay, Laurie.
Now, please forgive my use of props, but seeing is believing.
One perfectly healthy spleen.
This is not the real James Sutton.
Our James Sutton just became James Doe.
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is James Sutton.
I'm an archaeologist.
I'm 25 years old.
I live in a three-bedroom I ran Sutton through every database known to man.
The usual stuff-- personal info, current and past address.
Nothing out of the ordinary until I found this.
It was posted almost three years ago.
My fiancé of two years, Liza, the love of my life, betrayed me in ways that cannot be forgotten, so Okay, I don't have a minute, Adam.
Just get to the point here.
I promise you, boss, it's all gonna make sense, okay? I will begin an online auction.
It's coming.
Up for sale? My entire life.
My possessions, my friends, my job This is the real James Sutton.
He's been living on Long Island for the past three years.
He works at the lighthouse museum on the South Shore.
Well, maybe he can tell us who the hell is lying on that table down in Autopsy.
He handed me a check for half a million dollars.
His real name is Mitch Henson.
He submitted the winning bid.
I know it's a lot of money, but how do you walk away from your entire life? By doing just that.
By leaving with the clothes on your back and a check for $500,000.
Have you had any contact with Henson since the auction? There was a strict non-communication clause attached to the sale.
What's this all about? Is he in trouble, or? He was murdered two nights ago.
Murdered? Did he ever discuss with you why he bought your life? I mean, could he have been running from something or someone? No.
From what I remember, he was just a plain kind of guy.
Just a man looking for a fresh start.
Okay, everybody, it's time for the lighthouse tour.
I want to take the tour.
Well, you remember anything else, please call.
I will.
Good luck, detectives.
At least we got an ID on our vic.
Mitch Henson bought Sutton's life over three years ago.
Sid puts that old gunshot wound-- the one that ultimately killed him-- occurring between one and two years ago.
That means Henson was shot both times well after he'd already assumed Sutton's identity.
Grady, one more minute, and then it's Jackson's turn.
What are you thinking? If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Check this out.
Is it true? It's all over the club.
People are saying he was a fake, a fraud.
Why don't you have a seat, take a breath, calm down, and we'll talk? No.
I want to know who James really was.
Where he grew up, what college he went to.
Did he have any family? Please.
It's an ongoing investigation.
His name was Mitch Henson.
But apart from that, I can't reveal any further information.
You don't understand.
I slept with him.
I shared secrets with him.
For the last three years, every time I said his name, it was a lie.
Three year So you were with him when he was shot the first time? How did you know about that? The coroner found the injury during his autopsy.
I need to know who shot him.
Who was he protecting by not reporting it? Why? Why is that important? Because the person responsible for that shooting might be the same person who murdered him.
I can assure you that it wasn't.
It was you, wasn't it? You shot him.
It was an accident.
Two years ago, I was hired to excavate a site on a farm outside the city of Nicosia in northern Cyprus.
When I arrived, I realized James had beaten me to the site.
He'd been digging there for two days.
You son of a bitch! This was mine! I set this up! I did all the legwork! Hey! Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I want everything.
Everything you found! Just take it easy, baby.
Just put that thing away.
But I never meant to pull the trigger.
Thank God he wasn't seriously hurt.
What? Nothing.
You're very lucky.
Because that bullet could have easily killed him.
A lot of guys would have told her.
She never has to know it was her bullet that ultimately killed him.
What now? The hard part.
Finding out who pulled the trigger two days ago.
Who's better than me? That depends on who you ask.
This pen right here.
The most dangerous pen in the world and the answer to all of our questions.
The plastic shards Sid pulled from the wound-- I reassembled them from the pen the killer used to make the gun.
All the components used to assemble the gun are common household items.
And the rim fire .
22 caliber bullet is for sale in any gun shop.
The blue mineral oil.
Pretty well made.
The only defect is the plastic casing on the outside of the pen extended farther than the metal barrel on the inside.
The round exploding out of the barrel caused the extra plastic to splinter and forced those pieces into the wound.
The barrel is a metal tube you can buy in any hardware store.
And it wasn't designed to fire a bullet.
That explains the shallow penetration.
No rifling inside the barrel.
The bullet didn't spin out with increasing velocity.
Instead, it wobbled out and quickly lost speed.
Leaving no marks to identify the gun from which it was fired from.
Well, there aren't many people capable of making a weapon like this.
This might help narrow it down.
All right, see the front of the coin has Apollo on it; he's the god of light in Greek mythology.
On the back is a chariot being drawn by elephants.
If this is authentic, it's priceless.
What makes it so valuable? Well, first of all, it feels like solid gold.
And those etchings would date it back thousands of years ago, during the reign of King Philip II.
This belongs in a museum somewhere.
It's definitely the property of the Greek government.
All right, well, looks like our boy Sutton was involved in smuggling stolen antiquities then.
Somebody wanted that coin badly enough to attack me in that stairwell and kill the fisherman.
And that person's still out there.
The funny thing about search warrants, James, is that you never know what's gonna turn up.
Now I bet that this wouldn't be in your apartment.
I bet that you were smart enough to get rid oft.
I lost.
The pen from the lighthouse gift shop.
Using something from your new life to take the life of the man who had your old one.
Bet that 500 grand seemed like a lot of dough at the time, huh? Amazing how fast it can go.
A bad real estate deal here, a couple of overaggressive investments there.
That job you have at the lighthouse? Might as well be charity work.
You're broke.
Did you honestly think that by killing Henson, you'd have your life back? I didn't want my life back.
just wanted some credit, some kind of compensation, a little respect.
He was becoming rich and famous off of my research, my hard work.
You stopped taking my calls.
You're not supposed to be here.
No contact, remember? That's what the contract says.
Get the hell away from me.
I saw the magazine articles.
Those ruins in Peru.
Brilliant discovery.
A career-maker.
That's me! I got you there.
I sold you my reputation.
I sold you my existence.
No! It was my hard work that got me there.
You gave up on your life.
And I took it and turned it into something you couldn't.
I don't owe you anything.
You couldn't let it go, James.
He had no right treating me like that! He had every right.
But in your twisted mind you somehow blamed him for your own failures.
He was the reason your life was falling apart.
So you made this gun, you came back to the city, and you hung out outside the club, and you killed him.
What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay away from me.
I told you what I wanted.
You can't have your life back.
And you can't have it either.
That was my life.
That wasn't your life.
This is.
And r the next 25 years, that life is the property of the New York State Department of Corrections.
I really appreciate you seeing me at such a late hour.
How can I be of assistance? I'm conducting a homicide investigation that may involve the smuggling of artifacts belonging to your country, specifically a rare coin of Philip II.
A rare coin indeed.
I was hoping you might put me in contact with someone from your government that would be able to inform me of any recent thefts of such items.
Give me a list of known smugglers.
I'd also like to authenticate the coin, find out exactly where it originated.
Detective Bonasera, Sebastian Diakos.
Pleasure to meet you.
Sebastian is an antiquities expert specializing in ancient Greek artifacts.
He will assist you with whatever you need.
I'd be happy to.
You said you had a photograph of the coin.
Yes, I do.
Oh, I'm so embarrassed.
I-I must've picked up the wrong tablet.
I don't have the photograph I'm looking for on this one.
I apologize.
I have wasted your time.
I, uh, promise you our next meeting will be far more productive.
Of course.