# Ladies and gentlemen #
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# Once or twice around the block I bet I'll have you saying woh woh #
# First stop let me pop Drop like a helicop #
# Pay attention on me While I show you the scenario #
# I do the thing I do the thing you wanna #
# I'm gonna do Do anything you wanna #
# I do the thing I do the thing you wanna #
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# I'll do whatever you like #
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Whew! Yeah. Sanitation crew go on strike again or what?
An underwater tremor this morning
released a bubble of methane and mercaptan gas.
Our vic's this way. Floater.
Bobbed up in a sailboat race between New York and New Jersey.
I read about that, a re-enactment of a race in the 1600s.
Legend has it the winner got possession of Staten Island.
- Too late to give it back? - Yeah, very funny, Flack.
Wow! What you got here, Hawkes?
Well, based on water temperatures and the degree of decomp,
he's been in the water, specifically below the surface, for a few weeks.
Currents from the East River run north to south, dump into the harbour.
It's nuts to dive in the East River. Wacky currents, no light.
Maybe he got disoriented, panicked.
Marine predators didn't get to his eyes.
- Usually that's the first to go. - He was wearing a dive mask.
When I removed it, I found evidence of petechial haemorrhaging.
Asphyxiated.
His tank gauge is reading at 90%.
How does a guy with a full tank of oxygen and backup regulator, drown?
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
Few people realise that starfish are carnivorous.
First, they attacked any tissue that wasn't covered by the wetsuit,
then travelled down the oesophagus
and started feasting on internal organs.
An all-you-can-eat buffet!
I'll take these to the lab, see if Lindsay can do anything with them.
The second and third fingers of the right hand are severely fractured.
No indication of healing,
so it probably happened around the time of death.
- Which would be? - Two, three weeks ago.
Is that an ear?
Apparently, our starfish found silicone to be unappetising.
So, it's a prosthetic.
Our vic had a congenital ear deformity.
Called microtia or cabbage ear.
The metal bar that attaches it to the skull has a serial number on it.
Could help us get an ID. What about cause of death?
It wasn't from drowning.
What was left of his lung tissue,
revealed traces of cyanide.
Cyanide? How was that administered?
The body's too far gone to say.
Cyanide induces fatality in seconds, must have been poisoned underwater.
Unless someone poisoned him on land. Then, dumped him in the river after.
In full scuba gear?
- Hey. - Hey.
No evidence externally, but there's inorganic matter in the stomachs.
Did you know they have two stomachs?
Don't imagine you autopsy many starfish in Montana.
These will be my first.
- Detective? - Oh, thanks.
- What is it? - Our vic taught in Far Rockaway.
He was an advanced diving instructor.
That's Doug Holden. Clients loved him, everybody did.
- On the left? - Matt Campbell, Doug's partner.
Our instructors team teach. Buddy system, you know?
- Could I have the photograph please? - Yeah, sure.
Any idea what Mr Holden was doing in the East River?
We do all our open water dives in Long Island Sound.
The East River's too gnarly.
When was the last time you saw Doug?
Two, three weeks ago, he came in to instruct a navigational clinic.
Maybe his partner could fill us in. Know where we can find him?
Er, yeah.
Here's Matt's card but I haven't seen him, either.
- For how long? - Same as Doug. Maybe three weeks.
- Is that unusual? - No. Matt's a freelancer.
Sometimes he takes off on private excursions.
We'll need a list of Mr Holden's clients.
Sure.
Start with people who did see him the last three weeks.
OK.
- Alright, it's printing up now. - Thank you.
We should split the list.
Let me guess, you get all the single women?
We got air bubbles.
The hose was punctured with something.
- Tiny hole. Clean, circular edges. - Hypodermic needle.
Killer injects the cyanide in a gaseous form, Holden inhales it.
To get that close,
it had to be somebody he was diving with, somebody he knew.
Doug was so awesome.
When I first started diving I was terrified of the water,
but now I'm certified.
When was the last time you saw him?
My wife and I took him on a dive last month to St Kitts.
- It was like a private instruction. - It was crazy wild.
Doug was really laid back, super patient.
- Matt was a little more uptight. - How did they seem to get along?
Great. Sometimes Matt got a little competitive showing off, you know.
But, Doug just went with the flow.
We only had three or four lessons, then we stopped.
- Why was that? - I had air compression problems.
- I come up too fast. - The bends.
Thought a jellyfish was following him!
- Besim, it was this big. - Ah!
Small.
Mac, none of Holden's scuba clients jumped out,
but his dive partner, Matt, hasn't shown up for work in three weeks.
Timing seems suspicious. Think he could be involved?
Turns out Campbell's sister filed a missing persons report
when he didn't show for his mother's birthday.
Could be the killer or another victim.
Our starfish may have led us to our primary crime scene.
I found some interesting trace in its stomachs.
In the 1960s, the New York subway contained asbestos insulation.
In walls and floor tiles. Giving us a history lesson?
Be patient, it's worth it.
Fibres of that insulation were encased in an alkylated epoxy resin.
- Doesn't degrade. - Exactly.
It caused a stir among environmentalists,
when subways were dumped in the East River.
The Artificial Reef Program.
Our vic was killed on a subway, a subway underwater.
A graveyard for subways?
What happened, they run out of landfill?
Cheaper to sink than scrap them.
Subway reefs provide a marine sanctuary.
Screw the fish. I hope it provides us with a crime scene.
Holden surfaced right here in the harbour.
We're here.
Subway reef is right under us.
We're going to focus on the old Redbird transit cars.
They're the ones that contain asbestos.
It's dark down there.
You got tidal currents, rocks and reefs to deal with.
We don't got to worry about sharks!
Just stay within your assigned grids.
Danny, look! There's a Redbird subway car.
Should be another one to the right.
- I'll take that one. - OK, I got this one.
Finding anything?
No, nothing but a bunch of starfish.
Yeah, me too.
Wait. Wait, Danny!
I just found another dead scuba diver.
Lung tissue results on the second vic
reveal cyanide poisoning like the first vic.
Any ID?
- It's Matt Campbell. - Doug Holden's diving partner.
They died two or three weeks ago.
I sent Campbell's scuba tank to Layout.
A methane bubble could have dislodged Holden, causing him to rise.
Right, while Campbell remained pinned.
Still doesn't tell us what they were doing.
Beats me, I don't even swim.
- Check this out. - Huh!
And they're heavy.
Real solid.
These feel like real gold.
1783! What were these doing in a subway car?
We don't know Campbell found them there, could have been someplace else.
He took a real risk diving in the East River.
- Had to be for something important. - Buried treasure?
It's a fake?
Yeah, see that joint line?
That indicates it was made with a two-part mould.
- It was poured, not stamped? - That's right.
I'm pretty sure this is a replica of an 18th century Spanish escudo.
- I got something. Give me a second? - Sure.
Your coin is a gold doubloon, pirate treasure.
- Real thing sells for over $10,000. - You just know this?
Oh, it's page 56, Old Coins of Spain.
I had to find some excuse to talk to you.
I'm Drew Bedford.
You have nice energy. I noticed it the second I saw you.
- I'll be right there. - Take your time.
- Thank you for the information. - Sure.
A few years ago, coins identical to that
were floating around Mediterranean auction houses.
The claim was they were from a shipwreck,
before they were identified as fakes.
We found this one in Manhattan.
I could send it to my dealers.
Maybe someone's trying to unload those.
OK, I'll have my lab send over a photograph.
- Keep me posted. - Sure.
How can I help you?
Hey, just the man I wanted to see.
According to the fraud consultant,
all three of these are high-quality fakes.
Lead electroplated with gold veneer.
Cyanide's used in that process.
We could be looking at a jeweller, metal worker.
Wait a minute, earlier today I spoke with Colin Barnett.
A high-end custom jeweller.
His wife took diving lessons from Holden.
He also had a bruise that looked recent.
I'll have Flack pick him up.
I make jewellery, not coins. I've never seen this before.
They're electroplated. As a jeweller, you're familiar with that process?
- I am, as is every other jeweller. - You're not like other jewellers.
- Want to know why? - Sure.
- Motive. - I've no idea you're talking about.
What happened? Find your wife engaged in some between-the-sheets exploration?
St Kitts - romantic. Must have been tough to be the third wheel.
Oh, it wasn't so bad. I had the fish to keep me company.
That knock on your head? You get that from one of your finned companions?
No. No, I er, I banged into a door.
Huh.
Look, this really isn't what it seems.
Erika and I have an understanding.
She wanted to spend more time with Doug after diving lessons
and I was fine with that.
What Erika does in her spare time is her business
and what I do in mine, is my business.
What were you doing the past couple weeks?
Paris. Erika and I had a custom jewellery show to go to.
I'll need your itinerary.
Places you stayed, people you saw.
Hey. Barnett's alibi checked out, he's not our guy.
You got anything else?
Our divers might have been involved in some treasure hunting scam.
There are hundreds of wrecks at the bottom of the East River,
some dating back to the 1700s.
Same time period as our fake coins.
Our killer could have lured them with buried treasure.
Double-crossed them once they were down there.
I tried to call five minutes ago, there was no answer.
I changed my extension.
Those anonymous calls in London...
Who is this?
You're getting them here now?
Hey, the worm I found in the vic's diving mask
turned out to be sea cucumber larvae.
I looked it up, they inhabit the Benthic region,
at least 100 feet deeper than the subway reef.
If we're looking at a wreck, it could be where the murders took place.
Me and my brother used to take my grandfather's old rowboat
out into the harbour and dive for bottles.
- Sounds like big fun. - Yeah, yeah.
Except this one time, we drifted out into the shipping lane.
Coastguard had to come scoop us up.
My mother was so pissed off, she didn't talk to me for a week.
It was kind of a peaceful week.
We just got a hit. I'm reading 150 feet down.
Bring her to a stop.
Something's down there.
- Want a better visual? - Yeah.
OK, one, two, three.
There's the ribs of the hull. Looks like some sort of figurehead.
Look at that! This looks like an old sailing vessel.
Lock coordinates. We just found our crime scene!
Currents are pulling every which way.
- A merchant ship? - It could be.
Looks too small to be a navy vessel.
The wood borers made a meal of it.
Figureheads were very specific to their ships.
- Steve, get a shot of this. - OK.
Kind of a good luck charm put there to placate the gods.
This one didn't work too well.
Lindsay, grab an image of it. Run it through the Maritime database.
If you get a name of the ship,
have Flack see if anyone's filed a salvage permit on it.
Great.
Let's hurry it up, I don't want you down longer than you have to be.
Copy that, Mac.
Hey, follow me here with the camera.
You lead the way, I'm behind you.
I got a syringe. Could be our murder weapon.
Get a shot of this needle, Steve.
Don't get too excited, Danny. There's a hospital just upriver.
Hey, Danny! I found an old chest over here.
It's empty.
Steve, come over here. I think I got something.
Get a shot of this.
Gold coins.
Hey, Mac. Look familiar?
Danny, pull this up. I'm going to go look around a little more.
Oh, my God! What's happening?
Methane gas, displacing the water volume around them.
Hawkes is in trouble!
- Hawkes! - I need help. I can't move.
- Hey! Help! - I'm on my way, buddy.
Mac, call up to surface. Hawkes' tank is pinned under this.
Danny, I'm not getting enough air.
You've got an uncontrolled free flow.
Steve, get over here. I need your help.
Where are they? I can't see anything.
Danny?
Emergency. I need a diver with a portable hydraulic pump. Repeat.
- Emergency. We have a diver down. - Copy. We're on it.
Must have knocked out his radio contact.
They're 150 feet down, it'll take too long for a rescue diver.
If he can free Hawkes' tank,
Danny has enough oxygen to get him to the surface.
They're on their own now.
I'm going to cut off your BC. You got to lose that tank.
Alright, I got him.
- So, is it true what they say? - What's that?
That your life passes before your eyes?
I could only think of one thing the whole time I was down there.
- Was it your first kiss? - Don't make me laugh.
- What? - Sid Hammerback.
I was in his lab lying on the autopsy table.
Sid was standing over me firing up the bone spreader.
That's morbid.
I have full range of motion almost. Probably a hairline fracture, right?
What happened? I got a call from dispatch.
I got here as soon as I could.
Methane gas caused an explosion. Hawkes got trapped under the mast.
Some guys will do anything for an early pension!
- I'm fine, alright? I'll be fine. - Good.
So, after all that, did you guys get anything?
A syringe, a couple gold coins.
What is a syringe...
...doing on a shipwreck?
With luck, it's our weapon.
The worst part was watching, not being able to do anything.
Wasn't much better being there in person. Trust me.
How's Hawkes doing? Is he OK?
Banged up his arm pretty bad, cracked a rib.
He's tough though. Said he'll be back tomorrow.
He's lucky he had you with him.
Stop goofing off!
Yup, the coins Hawkes found on the ship
are an exact match to the coins found on Campbell, all fakes.
Oh! Check this out!
I found it in the syringe.
Cyanide? So, it's the murder weapon.
We know the killer converted the poison to a gaseous state
in order to load it into the syringe.
Probably started with sodium cyanide.
If this was premeditated, someone lured them there to kill them.
Question is why?
What is this peak? It's a low concentration of something.
Cortisone? That's anti-inflammatory medication.
Right, for arthritis. What's it doing in the murder weapon?
Someone reused this syringe.
Non-fat latte please.
Hey. Do you, er, remember me?
Mr Bedford. What are you doing here?
I was about to call you and invite you down for some coffee.
I figured if I was close you'd be tempted or at least curious,
but now you're here, it's incredible.
Er, where did you get my card?
Oh I, er, I got it off the counter at the antique shop.
I know it's forward but you really struck me,
and I just want to get to know you.
Thank you, but I'm really busy right now.
You don't take risks, do you?
You're practical, rational. Probably an only child.
Had a lot of responsibility as a kid.
You're youngest in a family of girls.
They pampered you, praised you. They hung on your every word.
- Guilty. - I gotta go.
If you feel like that coffee, I'll be at the Roundtree Diner at 8:00pm.
Stella, I got your mermaid printout.
The good news, someone did file a salvage permit.
The bad news is whoever pulled it doesn't exist. Phoney name, address.
Why would somebody file a permit under a fake name?
If they salvaged something of value, they wouldn't be able to claim it.
I thought that was a little fishy.
So, we have fake coins, fake salvage permits.
Somebody's trying to make it look like treasure's on that boat.
The question is why? Gotta go.
After I found cortisone in the syringe,
I wondered what else might be in there, I found this DNA.
- Male. - Not just any male.
Look at this peak right here, at the 12.2 and D7 locus.
This is a point mutation highly specific to Balkan ancestry.
- You run this through CODIS? - Yeah, but no hits.
Alright, Balkan countries for 5,000. Greece, Bulgaria.
Turkey, Serbia.
We interviewed two foreign students who took dive classes with our vics.
OK, they entered the country two months ago on student visas
issued in Tirana, Albania.
- A Balkan country. - Quit when one got the bends.
Untreated, it causes painful inflammation around joints.
Which could be treated by cortisone.
All the evidence was in that one syringe.
Boom.
- Zamir Duka? - Yes?
- NYPD. We want to talk to you. - Sure, no problem.
Hey!
Cover the hall!
We need backup in here now!
Alright, we're going in. You secure the bag.
NYPD!
- Got him? - Yeah.
Come on, let's go.
Wait! Hold it. Where's the target?
- Where's the damn target? - Hey, Stella?
The other suspect's gone.
There were timers and wires. They built a bomb, Mac.
This was about planting a bomb.
I want citywide task force, bomb squad and scuba
deployed at every bridge on the East Side and the Midtown Tunnel.
We have a possible explosive device at these locations.
Salvaging the shipwreck was a ruse.
They needed a reason to be in the water
without anyone asking questions.
Doug Holden's body was found here in the harbour.
Matt Campbell was found here.
The shipwreck was located here.
They must have chosen this particular shipwreck
because of its proximity to the targets.
They used the instructors to help them navigate currents,
find their way around.
They lured them to the wreck with stories of buried treasure.
Which they put there.
They must have killed Doug and Matt so they wouldn't be identified later.
They're hoping to pull this off without blowing themselves up.
There's got to be something here.
Something we can move on.
Take a look at this.
- I'm picking up Semtex. - High concentrations.
We searched. Whatever was in that case is no longer here.
We've got to find it.
Where's the bomb?
Mac! Easy!
You feel that? That's my arm closing off your trachea.
You've got about one minute to tell me where you planted that bomb.
We got something!
Mac. Speaker schedule for the UN.
Stella downloaded it from a laptop in the suspects' loft.
They're hitting the UN.
I notified UN security. They're on high alert.
Iraq's commissioner of Public Integrity speaks in half an hour.
Why would he be a target?
He's investigating millions in US aid stolen by Iraqi insurgents.
And the Albanian connection?
Albanian Liberation Army's supporting the insurgents.
What time was it called in?
No one's got a 10-7 on him? Keep me posted. Change of plans!
The Commissioner was to arrive by motorcade.
- They stopped, but he wasn't in it. - Where is he?
Information's sketchy,
but apparently there was a credible death threat called in.
According to UN protocol, if security is breached, helicopter is back-up.
- They're flying him. - 23rd Street!
Helipad's right on the East River.
I need a Level One mobilisation at the 23rd Street heliport.
Evacuate all nonessentials.
The Albanians must have called in the threat.
They wanted him flying all along.
- Sir, we'll be landing in minutes. - Thank you.
Besim Lumani, you're under arrest! Let me see your right hand!
Let me see your hand!
They found the bomb and jammed the signal.
Repeat. They found the bomb. Frequency jammed. Bomb disarmed.
Repeat, bomb disarmed.
Copy.
It's over. Bring him up.
- What are you doing here? - Making sure everybody's cool.
- Everything worked out. - Good. Good.
You should be home in bed by the looks of you.
I just wanted to, er, you know?
Hey, forget about it. It's all in a day's work.
- You'd do the same for me you know? - Well...