Engineer see anything?
He was busy.
Find an ID?
No wallet, no watch, no keys.
Well, we've got a young man,
his blood alcohol level was elevated.
It fits the profile for third rail accident.
It fits the profile, but
doesn't match M.O.
Third rail electrocutions tend to be foot-to-foot.
Someone steps on the rail, and current travels
up one leg and down the other,
going to only one place, ground.
Yeah, but this one was hand-to-foot.
No evidence of struggle,
or anyone else beating him down here.
Why would a kid cross the tracks?
To get to the other side?
One way or another.
Season 1 - Episode 11 Tri-Borough
05/01/2005
Have you I.Ded him yet?
Not officially.
So I've been calling him Sleek.
Watch.
His skin's covered with a hydrophobic substance.
Hmm. You get a sample?
I've already sent it to trace.
Not to be antemortem, scapes and bruises,
a couple of field fractures.
Cause of death?
Ventricular fibrillation.
His repiratory muscle suffered tetanic contraction.
Tetanic contraction's associated with locking-on phenomenon
and alternating current electrocutions.
That doesn't make sense.
New York city subways run on direct current.
And DC has the opposite effect on muscle tissue as AC.
It causes single muscle contractions that
throw a victim away from the power source.
Not to mention the fact if the victim's direct current electrocutions,
display visible burns at the entry and exit sites.
But Sleek's burns lack hemorrhaging.
It means these are postmortem burns.
A Sleek was dead before he hit the subway tracks.
So we're looking at an electrocution to cover an electrocution.
You like what you see, Messer?
Kaile.
I'm full duty again, Danny. So it's detective Maka.
How's your feel?
Brand new.
Of course, I'm setting off metal detectors now.
You were shot. It's, uh, small price to pay.
It's good to have you back.
Thanks.
Where are we?
Vic's Leo Whitefield, art dealer.
No priors, nothing funky going on with his business.
We did work through it.
no signs of robbery.
I can see why.
See a guy over there.
Mr. sweater vest?
His name's Ron Leatham.
He owns the bookstore across the street.
An hour ago, his, uh, black car double parked out front.
20 minutes later, it was gone.
Now the front door to the gallary was wide open.
He comes inside, finds this.
Leo Whitefield, gallary owner.
High velocity blood spatter.
Powder burns...
means he was shot at close range.
Drop gun.
Obviously the killer wasn't worried about us finding it.
That's because it was wiped out.
Most likey it was something red.
So prints are out.
No sweat.
We got databases for bullets, too.
Ah...
GSW's through and through.
Check this out.
Looks like a part of insurance document.
This is to certify that Inhumanity
by Jacques de Souis owned by Charles Dawright of
234 reason street, New York was destroyed by fire
on the sixth of October, 1814.
Reason street, you know where that is?
No.
But I know where this is going.
Oh,
you smell that, Flack?
This guy stinks.
I thought his coat was supposed to cover up the smell.
Well, it's not him. It's his clothes.
- Get an ID yet? - Yeah, Bill Lemakkia.
According to some of those guys, he was filling in for worker
who was like go for drinking on the job.
I'll find out who that was.
Anybody see anything?
When does anybody ever see anything?
GCMS got a read on trace from Sleek's body.
Olive oil.
Don't ask me how it got there.
What are you running?
A piece of stone. Found it from his pocket.
Looks like a finger from a statue.
A couple of bucks and uh...
unknown.
Gap, noon.
There's about thousand Gap stores in this city.
Hmm. No match on the prints.
Hey.
Looks like our vic retrofitted his wallet pouch of digital camera.
I'm gonna take it to AV.
See if we can find out what he was assuming.
Sleek was electrocuted and it wasn't just outlet shock.
Couldn't let go whatever he was holding.
Which means he absorbed a lot of juice.
Could cause outage somewhere.
In the summer,
be a lot more possibilities. But by then winter?
How many transformers blow in January?
Yeah.
Hey, good news.
Got a case-to-case hit in IBIS to a gun used before.
Homicide, two years ago.
Suspect's name is Paul Gianetti.
He's mobbed up.
Captino Pastelli family.
That's the second time his name's come up today.
I went to vic's receipt books.
The business was slow, real slow.
Until Paul Gianetti decided to plug $50,000 cash to buy 'Inhumanity'.
Wasn't that painting that insurance document said it was destroyed?
Yep. So if he did buy it, I don't think it's original.
So then Whitefield sold the mob a thorough fake painting.
That's enough to cost him his life.
Is it how long I searched for an art dealer
who understood this delicate by soul?
I finally found him,
Leo Whitefield.
- He will be missed. - No, save that kind of words.
He was shot with a gun and it traces back to you.
Allegedly.
And how that gun ended up in his gallery is totally beyond me.
Look,
I'm not a rookie, Mr. Gianetti.
All right.
Leo wanted a gun.
He didn't say why. I didn't ask.
I simply gave him a number to begin his search.
Coincidence has led you back to me.
Oh, fake painting has.
And I think he scammed you and you found out.
You're gonna sell me a fake!
I don't spend $50,000 on fake paintings.
There is only one Inhumanity. And Leo promised me he'd get it.
He had to.
Its place on my wall has already been reserved.
Yeah, but it's not there.
So where is it?
I don't know.
That's why I had Leo.
I needed him.
I didn't kill him.
The body was found in the subway 3 blocks from here
And this is the only disturbance reported in Brooklyn last night.
20 houses served by this transformer lost power.
No signs of any problems from maintenance or illegal tampering.
I think one of these houses has a statue, those missing a finger.
All fingers are accounted for.
Who is it?
I'm detective Tayor, NYPD.
I can't open the door for strangers.
Is your mother home?
She is dead.
Can I help you?
Detective Tayor, NYPD
Detective Bonasera.
Go inside and tell your brother for this one.
It was power outage reported in your neighborhood last night.
Yeah. Yeah, I was watching that Nick's game.
Everything just went out.
How long was power out?
A couple of hours.
You recognize him?
No, Sorry.
Anything else I can help with?
If you think of anything else.
Theoretically, he could've been electrocuted someplace else.
It just happened to get dumped in one neighborhood in Brooklyn.
That lost power last night.
Mm-hmm. And those every thing's connected well-meant.
- Anything from dental records? - Nothing.
All we know about our vic is that he was electrocuted.
Any new out would beat the traffic.
This digital camera we found in his backpack,
taken the day he died.
- He's being chased? - Memory's doing.
It's covering a lot of ground.
Well, help you guys some.
Because this is our only connection to him.
Grand Army Plaza.
G,A,P, the known as pocket.
It's not a store, it's a prospect park.
Well, we had something at noon.
All right, we have where and when.
And in order to get to a what?
We need to start with a who.
He's our guy.
Do you like chasing him?
Absolutely.
All the news that's fit to print.
Do you recognize him?
That's Randy Hontz.
What happened to him?
He was electrocuted.
How do you know?
We parkoured together.
Parkour?
Free running.
Traversing the urban obstacles course.
We all counter on it on a daily basis from a new perspective.
It must come in handy when you're breaking in the houses.
That was one time mistake.
breaking in or getting caught?
I took a plea for criminal trespassing,
did community service. Case closed.
Well, this case's still open.
And you're on a video with Randy the night he died.
We do that all the time.
Take a camera out, get some shots.
If you're claiming a new route, you better be able to prove it.
As far as we know you're the last one to see Randy alive.
Which is how I left him.
I mean, he said he was going home.
We're gonna need that address.
All I can say is,
they give you those hard hats for a reason.
- Cause of death? - Massive cranial fracture.
Whatever he used to kill this guy shattered his skull with one blow.
Ouch. Any defense wounds?
None. Died instantly.
Okay, so the guy died at a construction site,
tools everywhere.
Any distinct markings in the scalp
that might help me narrow down what did the damage?
Nothing that I saw.
However, I did detect a foul smell emanating from the wound.
Oh, yeah, Flack and I got a whiff of that at the scene.
I thought it was a pair of stanky jeans.
It smells like chemicals of some kind,
with a mixture of excrement.
Down here we call that a James Brown.
It's funky.
Yeah.
I'll take it over to trace.
GC mass spec's got a great sense of smell.
I got info. / Me, too.
I lifted two sets of prints off the plastic sheet that document was in.
One matches the vic, Leo Whitefield.
- And the other? - Not Paul Gionetti.
There were another set of hands on that document.
I got a pretty good idea who.
I found Inhumanity.
That's it.
A masterpiece.
Jacques de Souis, 1704.
Looks like you have one hell of a stoop sale.
- Moving? - Uh, liquidating.
Is that why you're selling your masterpiece?
What do you guys want?
We want to know how your fingerprints got on a document
we found in Leo Whitefield's gallery.
It says your painting, Inhumanity, is a fake.
Makes it worth a lot less liquid now, doesn't it?
Leo Whitefield tried to lean on me
because some mobster leaned on him.
He calls it business. I call it extortion.
What is this?
The one you got is a reproduction.
What are you talking about? The painting is authentic.
I said no deal. $50,000 is an insult.
Inhumanity is worth ten times that much at auction.
But if that document goes public, it's worth zero.
We call that motive.
I didn't kill anyone.
Inhumanity is authentic, 100%.
Well, it's 100% mine now.
Sorry.
All I see is an X-ray.
But with excellent contrast.
You see how bright the white paint shows up?
It means it's lead white paint.
So it was supposedly made in 1704.
Did they use lead white paint then?
Yeah, today the white pigments are titanium based.
Then the painting's real?
I don't know. I mean, titanium's the modern choice
but sometimes they use lead white paint.
Then this X-ray really hasn't proven anything, has it?
Not yet.
But that's only step one.
Step two, infrared spectral analysis.
This is gonna tell us if any new paint has been added.
Nothing seems to be jumping off the canvas.
Yeah. The painting hasn't been retouched.
On to step three.
UV longwave.
Ultraviolet light. I get it, but what does it do?
It's gonna tell us if the painting's been cleaned and revarnished recently.
Recently being?
Within the last 50 years.
Overall glow, no disturbances.
It hasn't been revarnished.
Step four?
Hairline cracks in the paint extend right through the signature.
No interruptions.
Doesn't that mean that the paint that was used in the signature
has been there as long as the paint that was used in the image?
it wasn't added later.
Evidence shows that no one but Jacques de Souis has signed this.
So how do you explain the document that says that it was destroyed in 1814?
Easy. The document's a fake.
Inhumanity is real.
So mass spec went crazy with this odor that we found from our head wound vic.
I've got words here longer than Dimaggio's hit streak.
Check it.
Dodecylbenzyne, sulphonic acid,
tetrasodium EDTA, benzosothyazolonal.
Whoa, benzosothiazolonal?
Do you know what that is?
No.
It's all the chemicals found in deodorizers and disinfectants.
Deodorizers? That guy smelled like ass.
What are you thinking?
Construction site, deodorizers, feces smell...
portable bathroom.
Randy Hontz led a pretty simple life.
No pictures, no address book.
Maybe "parkour" is french for leave no trace behind.
A lot of music, all of it burned.
And DVDs. Should be equally as hot.
Oh, yeah.
Paroni's.
This is pricey stuff. It comes from Paroni.
You know where that is?
Yeah, it's a small village outside of Sparti.
Sparta. Spartans.
Wow, I didn't know you could get this stuff in the U.S.
No food.
He's got a case of olive oil in the kitchen.
Well, he's not putting it on food.
- 50 grand for that? - And then some.
It's an original. This is the fake.
You testing the ink?
Yeah.
Maka found the document in Leo's gallery.
Since the painting is real,
it must be the fake, and I want to find out who forged it.
That's odd.
The ink's practically all iron.
That'd be consistent with what would be used in 1814.
Well, back then, ink was made of iron or carbon.
Yeah, but ink alone doesn't prove it's real.
It only proves that someone back in 1814 had an interest in the painting.
For whatever reason, wanted it to look like it was destroyed.
You may have a 190-year-old forgery case on your hands.
Maybe.
Maybe not though. On the flip side,
the recipe for ancient ink, simple.
Any hobby shop has the ingredients. It's iron shavings, tannins, gallets,
mix and stir, boom! Ink the old-fashioned way.
For all you know that document was made
somewhere between 1814 and yesterday.
Yeah, and if I want to prove that the document's been forged,
the answer is not in the ink, it's in the paper. Thank you.
Olive oil from Randy's apartment matches the sample
Dr. Hawkes swabbed from his body.
And that olive oil is exclusively sold in one place in the metropolitan region,
Galanis and son importers.
You recognize him?
No, sorry.
There's our connection.
I sell to a lot of people.
Someone maybe gave it to him as a gift.
Pretty specific gift for his purposes.
This is for your sales records.
Maybe we can help you refresh your memory about when you sold the oil to him.
I'll pull up my customer list.
What did you say his name was?
Randy Hontz. H, O, N, T, Z.
He's not here.
Ever think this is all just a coincidence?
There's no coincidence in crime.
We could cross reference,
see if there's another way of connecting him with Galanis.
Or we could get a warrant and search the Galanis house.
Statue with a missing finger.
After you.
Maybe evidence.
Oh, god, this is bad!
What you guys do in here?
I don't go in public.
Oh...
I wouldn't have wanted to be him.
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! What's up to now!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I got the name of the worker who was let go.
And I think I've just found his prints.
Brian Brocko? / That's me.
You're a member of the construction union,
local 71, is that correct?
Damn right.
I understand you were let go for drinking on the job.
I had a little pick-me-up in my thermos.
- We all do it. - Except you got caught.
- Who snitched? - I don't know.
But I'd like to find out, though.
Was it Bill Lamackia?
That guy's a bum. He stole my job.
Whoa. Sounds like motive to me.
We found your prints on the port-o-waste at the construction site.
You pushed it over with Bill Lamackia in it, didn't you?
Hey!
Hey! Hey! What's up to now!
Hey! Hey!
- I was pissed. - So you taught him a lesson
then cracked him over the head.
What? / Bill Lamackia died from blunt force trauma.
Someone hit him over the head with something,
shattered his skull.
What are you, what are you saying? I killed him?
He died somehow.
So I had the paper carbon-14 tested.
It means they count the number of radioactive particles given off.
C-14 emits about 15 beta radiations per minute per gram.
Okay, stop. How old?
190 years.
So the paper's real?
It means it's as authentic as the painting.
The Galanis house is an unlikely target for a burglary.
Hm, pretty far off the parkour circuit.
So there's only one reason for Randy Hontz to be here.
The lock's broken.
Julie G.
Julie Galanis.
Looks like Randy isn't the only one with a taste for olive oil.
We still haven't explained the electrocution.
Or how Randy walks in and out of this house without dad saying something.
He doesn't.
He put his parkour's skills set to good use.
Avoided dad completely.
Julie, open this door now!
Almost, but not quite.
Hey, Mac, I've got what looks like burnt skin here.
I think this is where he was electrocuted.
And that was how?
Mac?
Take a look at this.
Safe way to electrify the pole.
It seems kind of extreme, doesn't it?
Put yourself in Bob Galanis' shoes.
Your daughter is seeing a guy who can
leap over rooftops and swing from trees.
You're never gonna be able to catch him.
What's the only option available?
Shock and awe.
I'm heading over to DNA.
Prints come back to the father?
Some of them.
- And the others? - No match.
Still working on it, but it's a mess.
Danny? / Hey.
- 234 reason street? - Greenwich village.
Or at least it used to be.
Named after Thomas Payne's 'The Age of Reason. '
Until the church deemed it as an attack on the bible.
Payne's popularity fell.
Reason street becomes raisin street.
That's even worse.
Raisin was a colloquial term for slave.
And then they renamed it again in 1809, raisin becomes barrow street.
After Thomas Barrow? / Yep.
His depiction of the trinity church in ruins after the Great New York fire
was hailed a masterpiece.
What's all this got to do with your case?
Everything.
The painting and the ink and paper from the document
all check out forensically.
And that's why I didn't see what was right in front of me.
See, there was a reason street, and there was a great fire,
but neither of them happened in 1814.
The Great fire happened in 1776,
and reason street became barrow street in 1809.
The forger got his dates wrong.
But he got the street right.
Barrow street is where Leo Whitefield's gallery is.
I believe he's our forger.
Why? What's that get him?
A good customer. Paul Gionetti.
His house is full of paintings and if Leo can get him 'Inhumanity'
at a low price, no question, he's coming back for repeat business.
It's easy money. The only problem is...
The painting is real.
Yeah. And both Paul and John James knew it.
The document means absolutely nothing to them.
So neither had motive for murder.
Someone else killed your art dealer.
And I need to find the evidence.
I've been running down Ryan Brocko's alibi.
It checks out.
So unless you got something new, he's walking.
Well, I got good news and bad news.
We tested the puraflush chemicals in the port-a-waste.
It matches the chemicals on the victim's jeans.
And the bad news?
It doesn't match the chemicals in the victim's head wounds.
The difference is dimethyl benzyl ammonium.
- Which is? - Breaks down waste.
Got it. Two crappers, no connection.
Welcome to my world.
I've got a dead guy with traces of disinfectants,
deodorizers and fecal matter in a head wound,
but no murder weapon and no suspects.
So where do you go from here?
A piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit,
that dimethyl benzyl ammonium is the odd chemical out. Why?
Holy crap!
Blue ice? / At 30,000 feet, the temp's 50 below.
Third in atmospheric air pressure,
meaning any liquid seeping from the plane is gonna freeze instantly.
So once the plane descends, the temp goes up.
And bomb's away?
There's been 27 documented incidents nationally in the past 24 years.
And the construction site in Queens is a stone's throw from LaGuardia,
and with 1,200 flights a day circling that area?
So a crapsicle killed this guy?
Plain and simple.
I dug deeper into Leo's past. The guy was a straight arrow.
I didn't find anything that would give someone motive to take him out.
All right, that doesn't mean it's not there.
Just may be hiding in plain sight.
You know what? Leo Whitefield pissed someone off,
and to find out who, we have to go back in time.
Hiding in plain sight.
Exactly. Tools of a forger.
It's genius in its simplicity.
Dissolve iron shavings in nitric acid,
neutralize with water, add tannins and gallets for color...
done deal.
The history of ink.
His how-to manual.
Yeah. Writing utensils.
Aging process.
How did he beat the dating tests?
Only possible way is old paper.
The first page is usually blank.
Homicide, by Mary Charlton.
1824.
The C-14 test has an error margin of plus or minus ten years.
If he used a page from this book,
the earliest he could date his document would be 1814.
That's why he screwed up the dates.
The book left him no choice.
Yeah, but there's only one book.
You're losing me here.
Leo's forgery was nearly perfect.
And there's only one blank page in this book.
He's not hitting a home run on the first swing out.
he needs to practice.
So there should be evidence of trial and error,
other pieces of paper.
How many times do you think it would have taken him?
Who knows, but each one came at the cost of a very old book.
And old means rare.
And rare means expensive.
Come on, Mr. Lathem.
It's Ron. / Okay, Ron, one more time.
Did these books come from your store?
Uh, no, I don't think so.
Whoa. Hold on a second, Ron.
You mind if I take a look at your handkerchief?
Why?
Because he asked you to.
Ron, that looks an awful lot like gunshot residue.
I don't know how that got there. I must have touched something.
Yeah, a gun.
Mind if I take a look behind the counter?
Uh, no.
The first page is missing from your books.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Yeah, and are you aware that they're also stained with blood?
It's Leo's fault.
I loaned him a few books,
companion pieces to art on his gallery floor,
but he wasn't even showing them.
So if you can just explain to me
where they are and where they were supposed to be.
Ron, calm down. Let me explain.
You ruined my books!
Look at this! My books!
Leo!
You, you destroyed them!
Crime of passion?
The written word is priceless. It's a work of art.
You can't reproduce history.
No, but you can die trying.
Let's go.
You never met him, did you?
At least not while he was alive.
Julie, open this door!
I would have been mad, too.
Julie, open this door now!
Freddy Hontz went out the same way he came in.
Only he had no idea what was waiting for him.
All he had to do was complete the circuit.
And there was no way he could let go.
We found jumper cables behind your house with your prints on them.
We also found your prints on the cover to the electric box
on the side of your house.
It was an accident.
Oh, your jumper cables accidentally
connected themselves from your power box to your flag pole?
Him dying.
- That was an accident. - What were you thinking?
Julie is my daughter.
I was trying to protect her.
Same way you're trying to protect your son, Will?
What?
We found this in Randy's pocket.
That's your fingerprint.
We found it on the stone.
Your fingerprints were also on these.
We found them over your father's fingerprints,
which means you were the last one to touch them.
Where did he go? / Who?
Where did he go?
Don't lie to me!
You did this by yourself, didn't you?
How can you tell?
Your wagon told me.
We found traces of olive oil in it.
That's when your father found you.
Will, get in here.
I didn't mean it.
It wasn't my father's idea.
We know that.
I mean, the subway.
I told him about that.
You thought you could hide what you'd done.
I should've known.
Subways run on direct current.
Your mistake was made a little earlier than that.
I didn't think the power box had enough current to kill him.
It wouldn't, except for the fact that...
he was perspiring.
You sweat when you have sex?
I just meant to zap him a little.
I thought it'd be cool.
And it was.