Argh!
Worthless.
- Bitch! - Get off of him!
Please no. Stop it!
Brett, everyone's fighting out there!
Do something before they ruin our wedding!
What the hell is wrong with you? Get up!
The Hatfields and McCoys couldn't keep it together
long enough to merge their family fortunes.
Who's the vic?
The groom, Brett Dohn, 28 years old.
Guy made it big in the stock market.
Bride is Emma Blackstone. She's a mess.
Did she give you anything?
From what she said, between the hysterics,
I don't think she knows anything.
I'll try to talk to her again.
The tranquillizers should've kicked in.
Right here.
Gives new meaning to cold feet.
No apparent gunshot wounds or stab wounds.
- No signs of haemorrhaging. - He wasn't strangled.
- Could be injuries from the fight. - Wasn't in the fight.
No one has seen him since the rehearsal dinner last night.
So how'd the only guy not throwing punches end up dead?
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
COD could be an overdose or alcohol poisoning.
Smells like a 100 proof to me.
Looks like blood in his mouth.
Consistent with trauma to his airway.
I don't see any damage to his throat.
Aspiration could be from a chest wound.
What was that?
- Bubble wrap? - There's blood under there.
Let me get this guy to autopsy, let Sid tell us the rest of the story.
No sign of a struggle.
There's no blood.
Whatever happened to him, didn't happen in this tent.
Danny.
George, you went out with Brett after the rehearsal dinner?
It was his last night as a free agent so we got wasted bar hopping.
- You were with him? - Yeah, it's fuzzy.
At midnight everyone was gone. So, I hit the next bar.
Can't believe he's never coming back.
We've got a list of wedding guests and employees,
see if we can tack down the motive.
There's a smudge on the curb,
consistent with the yellow stain on the bottom of Brett's shoe.
Stepped on it while it was wet.
I'll find out when the curb was painted.
Our groom was alive there, but dead in there.
Killed somewhere in between.
No blood. No drag marks. No murder weapon.
How do you kill a guy in a 20-foot space and leave no evidence at all?
My very first dead ringer.
I guess, er, you didn't pull that out of his pocket, Sid, did you?
Found it in his abdominal cavity.
It's our victim's phone.
It was cushioned with these.
- Packing peanuts. - Mm-hmm.
So he was stuffed and then wrapped like a gift?
Maybe the killer changed his mind and tried to save the victim -
stop the bleeding.
- Know what killed him? - Defensive wounds here.
But this nasty gash was the final blow.
Wound indicates sharp force trauma.
Any idea what the weapon was?
Based on the serration patterns,
it's as if he were stabbed with three weapons.
Whatever he used, punctured the lung causing the aspirated blood,
as well as exsanguination.
He bled, but we didn't find a drop of blood anywhere.
There was no blood near the tent, nothing in the park...
Had to be killed somewhere else. TOD?
Best estimate, between 2:00 and 3:00am.
For the paint to get on his shoe, he had to step on the wet curb.
The curb was painted at 6:00am.
How's a guy die at 2:00am then step on a curb four hours later?
I have no comment.
- Will Russo be put away? - I said no comment.
Did you see anyone?
- Get any threats? - No. No, nothing.
Alright, go.
You think this is related to the Russo trial?
Maybe. This was just a preliminary hearing.
The real trial's not for months.
Detectives.
Let's see what we got here.
There are no wires.
No power source.
I'm not picking up anything electronic. It's not a bomb.
It's a puzzle.
What were you thinking, Drew?
I mean, this was not cute, or funny, or the least bit charming.
I told you not to send me any more gifts.
I thought I made it clear I was not interested.
Then you put this box on my truck?
I called the bomb squad, Drew.
It's not from me, Stella.
Every gift I sent to your office was with a card.
There was a theme in case you hadn't noticed.
A puzzle doesn't exactly say, "Take a risk".
You really didn't send this to me?
No, but I do like a good challenge. You wanna put it together?
Stop touching it.
That looks like blood.
Definitely blood.
Ah, this puzzle is huge.
I tried contact the manufacturer
to see if they'd send us a picture or the box to help us.
They went out of business six years ago.
- Great. - Hmm.
Found traces of some kind of powder.
No prints so far.
Wait a minute.
The diameter of each drop looks like it's less than one millimetre.
High-velocity spatter. It's consistent with a gunshot.
Maybe it is connected to the Russo trial.
Maybe they were sending a warning.
I don't think so. Puzzles aren't their style.
We need to put this together. There could be a body out there.
- Adam, this is top priority for you. - OK.
There's a linear wear pattern on the insoles the groom's shoes.
Possibly orthotics.
They're worn to alleviate joint pain,
resulting from a faulty gait or posture.
It's odd that he'd take them off before his wedding.
All that dancing and standing around?
Something else struck me as odd.
His shoes were obviously worn.
If a man's ever gonna buy new shoes, it's gonna be for his wedding.
Maybe the groom was wearing someone else's shoes.
Which would explain why it appeared that our already dead groom
stepped on a freshly painted curb.
It's only possible if someone else stepped in the paint
then switched shoes with Brett.
They could belong to our killer.
We need to find the primary crime scene.
Sid puts TOD between two and three.
He was stuffed and dressed before being brought to the park.
The killer needed access to pink packing peanuts and bubble wrap.
Consistent with wedding gifts.
Most likely delivered directly to the new couple's home.
So the neighbours were very helpful.
They saw, heard and know nothing.
Welcome to my life.
- This is where he was killed. - Bride stayed in a hotel last night.
Night before the wedding superstition.
If she'd spent the night with her fianc�, she could've been killed.
No orthotics in any of his shoes. He was wearing someone else's.
Pink peanuts.
Looks like we're missing a wedding gift as well.
Got an indentation here.
Where are the clothes the groom was wearing when he was stabbed?
Someone tried to clean up.
I saw a garbage truck a few blocks away.
Better get to that dumpster before they do.
OK. I got this one.
- Hey. - Hey.
The little rock in the puzzle box, it isn't really a rock.
It's too stratified, so I ran it under the microscope.
Silicon and oxygen - quartz. Copper and iron give it colour.
Based on the morphology and the elemental composition,
our rock is petrified redwood.
Indigenous to Northern California.
- What was it doing in the box? - I have no idea.
No evidence on the box. Nothing on the string.
The plastic that the puzzle came in, was made from polyvinyl chloride.
Probably what the company used to package it.
Most likely it was heated to re-seal.
The trace that I found on the puzzle piece - garden variety chalk.
Did you find anything from the blood?
Not really. The intensity of the DNA profile tells me the blood was fresh.
No match to anybody in the Russo trial.
No match in CODIS at all.
What does petrified redwood have to do with a bloody puzzle?
Why were either of those things left for me?
Wow. It's 3D.
Yeah. That's why the computer couldn't match the pieces I scanned.
It didn't recognise the algorithm. It thought it was 2D.
It looks like you only have half of the puzzle here.
That's all he sent. You were right about the blood.
Predominant size of each of the stains is less than a millimetre.
- High-velocity spatter. - Where's that piece?
- I don't know. Wasn't in the box. - Look again.
Think it has significance?
Till we know who the blood belongs to.
- I'll look again. - I'll retrace my steps.
I hate puzzles.
How's your Central Park wedding?
- Getting stranger. - I'll take strange and raise you.
- What's going on with the puzzle? - We only have half of the puzzle.
Can this be a case from the past? Someone holding a grudge.
No, I've been racking my brain, I can't think of anything.
Someone's blood is on the puzzle. This guy isn't playing a game.
Let me assign a detail.
No, I'll let you know if I need one. Right now I'm fine.
- OK, keep me in the loop. - Always.
Drew, I'm missing a piece of the puzzle.
Maybe when you pulled those pieces out,
it might have fallen on the floor.
What?
You could have just called.
I'm thinking this is your way of apologising for that wrath I endured.
Yes, I accept.
Do you mind if I...?
Feel free to look around.
Thank you.
Er...
- Could you...? - Move. Yeah.
I can help you down there if you, er...
No, I'm fine.
Got it.
Thank you.
I am sorry about earlier.
Silver leaf?
Yep, it was on the groom's phone.
They used to silver leaf to gild statues on rooftops,
but no so much any more.
Sometimes silver leaf is used in food and drink.
The cake was decorated with silver leaf.
That's what made it shine.
The cake was at the park, but the phone was inside Brett
before he was redressed and taken there.
Prior to stuffing him with the phone,
the killer had to come in contact with the cake.
There's really only one person who could have done that.
My business is getting of the ground.
This wedding would've made me a household name.
It's the wedding of the season.
The guest list alone would ensure my employment for 10 years.
Wedding of the season.
So you and Brett were college buddies?
He did me a huge favour.
- You wear orthotics, Tim? - What are you, the foot police?
No, you can check my shoes. What's this about?
A year and a half ago, you were calling Brett all the time.
Three months ago - no contact. Now he's calling you every 30 seconds.
He offered me the opportunity to cater his wedding.
Of course he'd call me.
We believe that you were with Brett last night.
My kid's party was yesterday. Then I was cooking.
We found silver leaf from the cake on Brett's cellphone.
- You make the cake? - Yeah.
But silver leaf is sort of my signature.
Brett and I met a few days back to go over the final checklist.
My phone died and I needed to call the vendors. I used his phone.
- Silver leaf sticks to everything. - When were you at his house?
A few weeks back. You are barking up the wrong tree.
Why would I kill a guy who was gonna make me a success?
- Hi. - I found our missing puzzle piece.
Great. I might have found something, too.
There's only one repository for legally harvested redwood in NYC.
Galla Furniture.
Chances are only people who work there would have access to the wood.
So I had the manager fax over a list of employees.
None of these names ring a bell.
This piece I found doesn't fit.
It's not supposed to.
A puzzle is connected as flatboards through use of a frame.
The pieces with the X on are part of the frame
that need to be removed in order to put the puzzle together.
Yeah, I learnt that the hard way.
I also learnt that the puzzle piece we've been looking for isn't missing.
It was never in the box to begin with.
I hit the surrounding areas with the LCV,
and I saw latent blood near the spatter.
So the puzzle was put together. Blood splattered on it.
When the spatter dried, the missing piece was deliberately removed.
Had to be.
The person had blood on their finger, causing a swipe with directionality.
The location the missing piece represents could be important.
The answer's in the building.
That's what I thought, so I located the building on 54th Street.
Based on the number of windows on the adjacent pieces,
our missing piece is floors 32 through 36.
There was no sign of criminal activity or anything unusual.
However, 36 has been vacant for the last month.
Stella.
- Another box. - A bag and an outline.
The hair on the groom's bloody shirt -
I couldn't get enough DNA to run through CODIS,
but it did have a telltale knot.
Trichonodosis - hairs can't grow normally
so you end up with knots or bulges within individual hairs.
I checked with Sid, Brett Dohn didn't have it.
The hair could be from our killer.
Or anyone who hugged the groom at the rehearsal dinner
or before he was killed and so on and so on.
This might help.
I found a smudge on the groom's shirt.
Potassium, nitrogen, sulphur, carbon, nickel and iron.
Pyrotechnics? Iron says they're gold.
Nickel indicates some type of metal, maybe a handle.
I'm thinking gold sparklers.
This time of year?
Can't imagine there's too many places we'd find them.
The nightclubs.
I'm thinking I know where he went.
You ever see him before?
No, he's hot. Who is he?
He left his bride at the altar and he's never coming back.
Might be nothing.
Didn't get a name, but a guy was all over me last night.
I almost burned him with my sparkler.
He said he had to be at his buddy's wedding at 8:00am,
so my refusals were wasting valuable time.
- What did he look like? - Not bad until he opened his mouth.
- Thank you. - Yep.
If our guy had to be there at eight, must have been in the wedding party.
We're looking for a killer groomsman with trichonodosis.
The chalk used to make the body outline
had the exact composition as the chalk on the pieces.
It makes sense. I'm trying to find a match to the imprint on the satchel.
- What's Hagia Sophia? - A building in Turkey.
First, it was a church, then a mosque and now it's a museum.
So how did the pattern get on the satchel?
He could have pressed up against the museum.
I have no idea why it was with the chalk outline.
But it's at least 30 years old
and it's been discontinued for over two decades.
If the Hagia Sophia and petrified redwood have no significance to you,
maybe this is coincidence.
Even if it means nothing to me personally,
someone left forensic evidence, a bloody puzzle and a trail of clues.
We're supposed to follow them.
The only way to know is to find the guy and ask him.
I asked Detective Angell to do a background check
on the store employees.
John Andrews, day manager.
Apparently, he moonlights as a paedophile.
Puzzles are toys and toys are the best way to gain a kid's trust.
That's why the chalk outline seems so small.
Check Missing Persons. Our victim could be a kid.
Let's go.
Where's the kid, John?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Along with the puzzle you sent, we found a piece of petrified redwood
which you clearly have access to.
Is that how you do it? You lure them with toys and puzzles.
- You want them to like you. - I did my time.
I'm rehabilitated now.
I go to work, I go home. That's it.
Saying you've recovered doesn't make it so.
I think you want us to stop you. That's why you sent the puzzle.
You're not a monster. You want us to find that kid before it's too late.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there is no kid.
Until you can provide us with an alibi, that remains to be seen.
I have an alibi.
Think you know how these work.
Track my movements, where I've been, send a signal.
I'd call that an alibi.
Sorry, Stella. John isn't your guy. He was nowhere near the building.
The ankle bracelet puts him at work and home.
But, I finished the second half of the puzzle.
There's a second missing piece. 29th floor, 5630 Broadway.
The address Adam gave me should be around this corner.
I hate to state the obvious, but there's no building.
Was this on purpose? Or is our next clue in that rubble?
George, George, George. You played the grieving friend well.
I can't believe it, man.
What are you talking about?
We're giving you a chance to come clean. Consider it a gift.
Take a look. You know what this is?
That's a hair.
We found it on your dead friend's bloody shirt.
If I take a sample of your hair I'm gonna find a knot like this one.
You mind handing me your shoe?
Your shoe.
You swapped shoes with Brett after you stepped in paint on the kerb.
I had 15 shots of tequila.
Unfortunately, inebriation isn't a justifiable defence for murder.
Murder? No, no, no. No way.
After hitting a few bars,
I went to Brett's apartment and I found him.
I started to call the cops, right? But he was already dead.
I had to get him to the park.
You're gonna have to help us out here, pal.
- Why did you have to? - It was a bet.
He was engaged twice before.
I bet Toby that Brett would show up this time.
I wasn't gonna lose.
You stuffed, dressed and moved your dead friend for a bet?
It was $100,000, man. I don't have it.
Toby would have gone to my dad.
It never occurred to you, with your friend being dead and all,
that maybe the bet was off?
- I told you. - 15 shots of tequila, I heard you.
Well, it made sense yesterday morning.
I feel bad.
If you knew Brett...
He would have laughed. He would have done the same thing.
That is seriously the stupidest guy I've ever met.
Well, maybe.
There's no evidence he stabbed Brett Dohn.
You believe his story?
If he's telling the truth, when George undressed the dead groom,
sparkler residue from his shirt transferred onto Brett's clothes
along with George's knotted hair.
So what we can prove is that George came into contact with our vic.
Means our killer could be someone else.
When Danny finds that murder weapon,
he can tell us exactly who killed Brett Dohn.
Boom.
- What? - Figured out what killed my groom.
- Was it the mother-in-law? - No, it was a missing wedding gift.
Dental stone mould got me an insignia - "S&S" in a little house.
Shecktel and Sage. Ah, they sell amazing stuff.
I'm a, a gift-giver.
I don't have the murder weapon, but I know what I'm looking for.
I know that it's one weapon, not three.
Maybe you can help me put together a puzzle,
or tell me what the green goo is that Doc pulled off your groom's pants?
I opened up my big mouth, he said I could figure it out and I'm stuck.
Well, what's it worth to ya?
- 25 bucks. - 25?
- Yeah. - Alright.
It's made with polyvinyl acetate,
which is used in window sealant, textiles and footwear construction.
When you look through the scope, it's multicoloured.
Right?
Stretchy bubble plastic. Like silver leaf, it sticks to everything.
What?
Puts you at Brett's house the night of the murder.
Last time we spoke, you had all the right answers.
Most grooms don't call their caterers in the middle of the night.
Especially when you're buddies.
I wouldn't take that crap from a friend.
Here's a call at 1:00am, 2:00am, three at 5:00 in the morning?
When he offered me the chance...
Right, you became his punk. Just like you were back in college.
Doesn't seem worth it.
Yeah, he treated me like crap in college and I took it.
I wrote his papers. I watched him steal my girlfriends.
But this was gonna change my life.
It's the break I waited for. It's what I worked so hard for.
This time you weren't gonna take it any more, right?
All I had to do was make it through the wedding. That's all.
When he called during your son's birthday party - final straw, right?
He wanted a new menu the next day.
He didn't taste it. He said, "Go back to the original. "
You're not even gonna taste it?
You gotta be kidding me.
Don't be a whiny bitch. The kid will have other birthdays.
Go ahead, call me now.
Now who's the whiny bitch?
I sold my soul to the devil. I missed my kid's birthday for nothing.
If you'd seen the look in my kid's eyes
when I had to leave his party...
What will his eyes look like when he finds out you're going away for life?
Thought I should see this puzzle.
It's cool, right? It was an absolute nightmare to put together.
It's not easy to assemble a puzzle without the picture on the box.
And with missing pieces.
That's the Riverton building.
- That was my first crime scene. - No way.
This was my first New York apartment.
- Is this to scale? - Yeah, it is, as far as I can tell.
This should be taller in relation to the Chrysler Building.
How could you know that?
I got engaged on that roof.
This puzzle is about my life.
I need the DNA results from the blood on the first puzzle.
He removed pieces from two sections of the puzzle.
He wanted us to go to both places.
Maybe he doesn't know it's gone.
Why send us to a building that no longer exists?
It's not about the buildings.
The missing pieces have significance to my past.
The puzzle was about you?
Why would they put it on my truck?
He's using my team to get to me.
- What's going on? - I don't know.
But I have no doubt this has something to do with the 333 caller.
The 333 caller?
It started in London. I was getting these calls at 3:33am.
No one spoke.
I switched hotels. The calls continued.
- So, someone's stalking you? - It goes deeper.
Then, my luggage was stolen.
When I finally received it, I found this inside.
A boy's bloody T-shirt?
To go with the chalk outline of a kid's body. Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't know what it was about.
He's escalating and now he's involved you.
- You test the blood on the T-shirt? - No match in CODIS. I sent it out.
It bears a striking resemblance to the blood on the first puzzle.
Common alleles at 12 of 16 loci.
The kid and the guy who bled on the puzzle are brothers.
So where do we go now?
The rooftop where I got engaged.
Another box, another clue.
Just got the LIBS results on our last rock.
The elemental breakdown is consistent with limestone.
The isotope analysis indicates it came from the Southwestern US.
Does that mean anything?
The Alamo.
That's where the limestone is from.
This building is the Tribune Tower in Chicago.
It all makes sense now.
Over the years, 136 stones have been added
to the Tribune Tower's ground level from world landmarks.
Including the Redwood Forest, Hagia Sophia...
...and the Alamo.
How does it feel to be home, Detective Taylor?