# You feel lonesome, don't you? #
- Taxi! - Come on.
- It's nice out. - It's freezing.
I wanna walk.
# The light that you seek Just ain't in you today #
# So bang your head against the wall... #
Oh, it's beautiful!
Whoo!
Look! It's snowing.
It's snowing.
It's freezing outside. We gotta go.
# And stumble your way through the night #
# The repetition kills you #
Halie!
# The repetition kills you The repetition kills you #
# You feel lonesome, don't you? #
Halie?
Halie.
Gotcha!
Now you're gonna get it.
Fiona Chisholm, owner of The Dorothea Hotel.
Yep. The Wicked Witch of the Upper East Side.
Her reputation precedes her.
It's quite a snow scene.
It's Fiona's tax deductible gift to the city every year.
Who found her?
The couple over there. They said the platform just gave way.
They didn't know she's there.
Signs of early onset rigor.
- TOD? - Maybe six hours.
They called in the platform collapse two hours ago.
She was dead before the castle fell.
It looks like a deep puncture wound here. It could be a stab wound.
If she was stabbed, it's odd there isn't more blood.
Yeah.
Are they applauding?
They're applauding.
The question isn't who would want to kill Fiona Chisholm...
...but who wouldn't?
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
The killer caught a break with the snow machines.
The hotel has them on 24/7. They ruin any chance of finding a footprint.
The chain on this looks like it was cut.
- From a purse? - Maybe.
Is that a print?
It looks like it. Maybe from our killer?
An L-shaped drip pattern to the chest wound.
The blood drips one direction, then changes course.
This is a dump job.
Not only do we need to find out who murdered her,
but we need to find out where.
The bus driver said he got distracted when two kids were fighting.
Knock it off, you two!
The cab stopped short.
The driver said she just appeared.
It's winter. Why is she outside in her nightgown with no shoes on?
She went running from someone, something.
The body's nearly frozen.
- Any witnesses? - No one saw her before the accident.
It's as if she suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Where did she come from?
Mac!
Got something?
The answer to your question.
She slid off the bus.
Where did she fall from?
Wendy?
Could be her name. I'll run a description through Missing Persons.
A last name would have been nice.
Crushed flowers?
During the Black Plague,
perfumed flowers were stuffed in the pockets of those who perished,
to mask the smell of death.
So that would make this...
A pocketful of posies, ashes, ashes.
We all fall down.
I checked with the bus company.
They think the bus was parked in the lot all weekend.
No buildings are next to it, so she didn't fall there.
There's a space between the roof and the ceiling. There's no dent inside.
There's no soundproofing or insulation.
Yeah. Well, then, why didn't the bus driver hear her land?
Danny, I heard about the Sandoval shooting.
The kid lived in your building?
His name was Ruben. The kid was only 10 years old.
I'm sorry.
That look familiar to you?
It's the same one our vic was wearing.
Wait. She was on top of the bus and inside?
Who might just be the proud owner of this baseball cap.
I'm thinking that's blood.
It's too big though, to belong to a kid or our vic.
Well, then, whose hat is it?
Your scene assessment was correct. The crush injuries didn't bleed.
She was dead before the castle fell on her.
- Any defence wounds? - A bruise here on the wrist.
Most likely caused by someone tugging on the purse strap we found.
It could be a robbery.
The thief went to a lot of trouble to steal a purse.
Fiona wasn't only crushed, but stabbed and burned, as well.
A contact burn.
Any idea what stabbed her?
The wound morphology was compromised by the crush.
So the official cause of death was stabbing or burning?
Her skin shows little evidence of freezing.
This is in stark contrast to her internal organs, namely her heart.
The stab injury must be related. And I'm not sure how it happened.
But COD is acute cardiac failure, due to freeze trauma.
Fiona Chisholm died from a frozen heart.
The print we found on Fiona's collarbone
wasn't a fingerprint, but a nose print.
A dog nose print. The DNA came back canine.
Specifically, a Norwich terrier.
I called The Dorothea Hotel. Fiona owned a terrier.
- Nobody saw the dog at the scene. - Maybe it got spooked and ran off.
Or was snatched. I don't think this is a handle from a purse.
I found traces of imidacloprid, used as a flea repellent for pets.
I'm thinking this handle is from a leash.
- Dog-napping? - Could be.
The chain looks cut. It's odd there are no tool marks.
What could have snapped a platinum chain in half?
That dog could have traces of our killer on him.
I'll call the animal shelters - see if he was picked up.
Meanwhile, if Fiona was walking her dog when she was killed,
we must know where she started.
Yep.
Chestnuts. Hot chestnuts.
- Get 'em while they're hot. - One bag, please.
Somehow as concierge, walking Otto became a duty of mine.
Not last night?
I went for the dog. She was behind the door screaming at some guy.
She died and you didn't report a heated argument?
Heated arguments were as much a part of Fiona's day as breathing.
I knocked. She screamed at me to go away, so I left.
Where were you for the rest of the night?
I left work at six. Then I went to the Double Crow Pub on 37 th.
I'm there every night. Tonight, I'll knock back a few for poor old Fiona.
You're not upset by her death?
The rumours about how mean she is are all true.
Anyone could have killed her. Except for me.
Where's Fiona's office?
Wicked.
Positive for blood.
Broken broom, knocked over pictures, smashed lamp all point to a struggle.
So who was Fiona screaming at behind closed doors?
# I've been waiting
# I've been waiting for this silence all night long
# To appear sad
# With the same old decent lazy eye
# Fixed to rest on you
# Aim free and so untrue
# I've been waiting Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
# Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
# I've been waiting for this moment Moment, moment, moment #
Not keeping you busy enough, Sid?
Actually, your Wendy inspired a little research.
Any of it lead to COD?
Yes, well, this one's a real cliffhanger.
OK.
When my tech tested your vic's body temperature at the scene,
it was 70 degrees.
Adjusting for the extreme weather,
I estimate she was killed eight to nine hours before you found her.
So, time of death was just after midnight.
And while her broken bones are consistent
with the damage caused by the impact of the bus and taxi,
she died from exsanguination,
due to the transecting of the right inferior mesenteric artery.
Bled out through the abdomen.
But it was the manner by which the wounds were inflicted
that baited my interest.
Both wound tracts revealed curvature.
- She was killed with a hook? - Or a hook-like instrument.
From the semen I found, she had sex shortly before she died.
- Nothing says it wasn't consensual. - What's that?
A fairy.
It's from a red impression behind her right shoulder.
- Any idea what caused it? - No idea.
Which brings me to my research. A fairy? Wendy in a nightgown?
Killed by a curved instrument?
Makes one wonder if you shouldn't be looking for Captain Hook.
Identified the vic?
Angell checked with Missing Persons.
Nothing matches, including the name Wendy or anything else.
Based on the weight and depth of impact, it appears she fell 35 feet.
It's a three-storey drop.
So our crime scene would be a building 35 feet or higher.
Leaves about every structure in Manhattan.
Adam's processing the rest of the evidence.
Maybe he can help us narrow down the search.
The name on the vic's chest, Wendy, was written in a water-based acrylic.
Finger paint?
And the clay under her fingernails
was wheat flour, deodorised kerosene, salt borax and alum.
Otherwise known as Kiddy Clay.
Hmm, I'm starting to see a theme here.
The star that was stuck to her forehead had a partial.
It matched a print that Sid found in the finger paint.
Didn't match the vic. No hits in AFIS.
So we got finger paints, Kiddy Clay and a gold star.
Items that might be found in a kindergarten class or a toy store.
Our vic was dumped from 35 feet.
There's not a lot a kindergartens or toy stores with three storeys
near where our vic was found.
Toy stores and schools are the last places
I wanna look for a killer right now.
Based on the arts and crafts trace on the vic, I did some checking.
A rash of kindergarten break-ins. This one last night.
We're on the third floor.
With a parking lot below.
Big enough to park a bus.
So our perp lifts a school bus from where they park the buses
and returns it with a dead body on the roof?
Looks like we got our evidence right here.
School security didn't think it was a big deal. Nothing was stolen.
Who breaks into a kindergarten classroom?
Same MO with the other schools.
Perp left the place a mess. Nothing was missing.
Mac?
He's been doing that a lot.
I didn't know Mars has sunspots.
If I remember correctly, sunspots don't have directionality. Danny?
- Is it blood? - Yeah.
Could be cast-off.
Killer cleaned up well if that's all he missed.
Let's find out.
And based on the amount of blood, I'd say we're in the right place.
Got gravitational blood drops.
Got a hidden book over here.
Some hand-written numbers and it's not from this classroom.
It's from the public library.
Think we found our weapon.
Does this make sense to anybody?
As I remember, Peter Pan was about a fantasy, not a murder.
- Hey, Stella. - Yeah?
What do Pakistan and Nigeria and Afghanistan have in common?
Oh, do I really wanna know?
Polio and meningitis. You get vaccinated when you travel there.
I got the results back from the blood on the broom.
Male, human, no hits in CODIS. But, there were antibodies in the blood.
This suggests the donor was inoculated with a vaccine
sometime in the past two weeks.
- Male blood? - Right.
Flack cross-referenced people who were immunised in the last two weeks
with Fiona's associates.
- And you found a connection. - Harrison Green, MD.
He founded Heartsage International, a children's charity.
Fiona was a big donor. But this year, she didn't make a donation.
Maybe Dr Green tried to change her mind.
I had a meeting with Fiona, but I didn't attack her.
We were friends.
My friends don't play broomball with my face.
I play rugby. It's a tough sport.
Dr Green, we can match every bristle to every scratch.
Not to mention the blood.
The woman was insane.
If she wasn't a big donor, I'd have nothing to do with her.
She wasn't this year. Is that why you went to her office?
I wanted the money she promised me. Us. The children, of Nigeria.
- Don't cut us off. - Let go!
- Don't cut us off! - Let go of me.
Do you always resort to altercations when soliciting donations?
When it's something I'm passionate about.
I have a heart. Isn't that what charity's all about?
Not when your charity's flagged by the IRS.
Seems that a percentage of the funds you collect to immunise children
is going towards building your Lake Como home.
Yeah, I'm guessing that all your trips to Nigeria
are strictly for photo ops, to prove you're legit.
Fiona suspected you were a fraud.
- I have other investors. - None as powerful as Fiona Chisholm.
All she had to do was call the papers and you'd be finished.
Unless you have the evidence to arrest me, I think you're finished.
- Any luck finding the dog? - Not yet.
But his broken leash is another story.
I couldn't see what could have cut the leash without leaving tool marks,
so I took a closer look.
I found a repetitive pattern with a break along a single plane
which means the metal was very brittle.
- Like it was frozen. - Yeah.
It's definitely a match. Liquid nitrogen snapped the leash.
It's also what caused Fiona's heart to freeze.
Yeah, the shape and diameter of the stab wound...
...could be consistent...
with the nozzle of a liquid nitrogen tank.
Allowing direct access to her heart.
Now, a tank nozzle is very blunt,
so the killer used tremendous force
to push it all the way through Fiona's cardiac wall.
Liquid nitrogen tanks are on street corners.
The utility companies use them to maintain power and reduce corrosion.
Know what else it's used for?
Snow machines.
LN2 pressurised air and water... instant winter fun.
Landscape supply company provide the snow,
so this is where they store all the tanks they use during the week.
Hey, this nozzle's bent.
- Positive for blood. - We found our murder weapon.
There's something stuck to this valve.
Looks like skin from a finger.
Who touches a liquid nitrogen tank without gloves?
Maybe the force of Fiona's body hitting the tank caused it to fall.
The jarring would have allowed a few blasts, enough to kill her.
And if the nozzle was on the ground, the LN2 could reach the leash.
- So the killer got Fiona. - And her little dog, too.
Hey, boss.
I got some information on the cap you guys found on the school bus.
Hmm. Blood on the bill matched our Jane Doe.
The DNA from the band had shared male alleles at 12 out of 16 loci
with the vic's sample.
- It's our Jane Doe's brother. - What about the hat's logo?
It belongs to Stanwell and Linford. It's a brokerage firm on Wall Street.
Gentlemen, get this straight.
I have 20 interns and only one is getting a job.
So to get my attention, you'll have to give more than 110 percent.
First, get down to the 10th floor for drug testing.
Nurse Ratchet is waiting. Now, move.
Mr Wright. NYPD Crime Lab.
I'd like to talk to you.
It's about your sister.
Your receptionist recognised her.
Her name is Leslie.
You know where Leslie was last night?
We had dinner.
Left the restaurant around 10.
Leslie was going to a party. I hailed her a taxi.
That was the last time I saw her.
Whose party was it?
I should have asked. I have no idea.
Did your sister have a boyfriend?
I would have been the last to know.
That's what you get for being an overprotective brother.
Mr Wright, we found a baseball cap we believe belongs to you.
Bears your company's logo
and was found in the bus where your sister's body was found.
Was Leslie wearing it last night?
Not when we were together.
You have to find out who did this.
Tell me you'll get the person who did this.
# La la la lay, la la la lay La la la lay, oh la lau
# Say aha, aha #
Oh, hey.
A nice move. What is this? Dancing with the scientist?
No, it's, uh, more like a "Wu-tang" with a little "heel toe" action.
Oh, yeah... moving right along.
I used the structural data from the RI
and the molecular weight from the GCMS
to ID the pill you found in the classroom.
It's methoxy diisopropyl triptomane. Also known as Foxy.
An intense high with an abrupt comedown.
It's the latest designer drug.
Makes Ecstasy look like aspirin.
Users say it induces this childlike wonder.
LSD with a twist.
And the tox results confirm that our vic had Foxy in her system.
So your "Wendy" was flying high at TOD.
Question is, who was her co-pilot?
I pulled prints off the Peter Pan book.
Nothing hit in AFIS. Nothing puts the brother at the scene.
Here's that page of numbers from the back of the book.
- Now, they're all five digits. - The first two are sequential.
They're text numbers.
So when you send a text, this is what comes back to you.
"Alice will you see at 11:30 tonight at Dunhill. "
Dunhill is a kindergarten school on the Upper East Side.
But who the hell is Alice?
Who touches a liquid nitrogen tank without gloves?
I got prints from the skin that was on the liquid nitrogen tank.
No hits in AFIS, so I cast a wider net.
Found something in Homeland Security.
Hey. Our good friend Tina O'Donovan, the concierge.
She came here from Ireland on a work visa.
- Sponsored by? - The Dorothea Hotel.
Here's the best part. She was fired two days ago.
Wait.
If Tina was fired before Fiona was killed, why did she go to work today?
I saw Fiona was gone and no one knew she'd fired me...
- You figured you'd keep working. - It made sense to me.
Look, I was at the pub all night.
Why's your DNA on the murder weapon?
A piece of your finger was on the nitrogen tank.
Because she told me to fix it.
Tina, the snowman is melting.
- It's melting. - What am I supposed to do?
It's my pleasure.
Look, I've got a brain. I'm not stupid.
Surviving Fiona meant I could write my own ticket in this town.
Why would I tear it in half?
# A pocketful of posies
# Ashes, ashes We all fall down
# Ring a ring of roses #
Looks like we're in the right place.
# Ashes, ashes We all fall down #
- This party is invitation-only. - Left mine at home.
- Where did you get that bruise? - Oh, this.
Few nights ago. Mad party. Mad.
The party goes on 24/7 in your head.
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, because I'm not myself.
You see?
Yeah, well, whoever you are, you have the right to remain silent.
Let's go.
Sorry to kill your trip, but why a kindergarten?
It's Wild-garten, man.
That's getting high with your friends.
It's all kept under the radar. Invites are small.
We get a book with text numbers.
Tell us when and where we're supposed to be.
And the party begins.
And Foxy, man, makes the game real.
Turns Manhattan into Neverland.
Except nobody dies in Neverland.
This is the weapon that was used to kill Leslie Wright.
That bruise is consistent with the shape of this weapon,
and the amount of force needed to kill her.
- I didn't kill her. - My evidence says otherwise.
No, I barely knew this girl.
I got you for breaking and entering.
According to your friends, you were the one that stole that bus.
I had a summer job cleaning school buses. I kept some of the keys.
- I only borrowed them. - That doesn't explain that bruise.
We were messing around.
I was pretending. I don't know what happened to the hook later.
Somebody stuck it into Leslie Wright a couple of times.
It wasn't me.
So let me explain this to you. Forget Neverland.
You gotta grow up.
That will be behind bars, serving a life sentence for murder.
This is Otto?
Yes.
Hi, Otto. How are you doing?
Fiona couldn't be too bad. Her dog is friendly.
- Yeah. - Where did you find him?
A salesman found him in a basket.
Was gonna take him home to Red Hook till he saw the news.
- Did he give him a bath? - No.
For the past 24 hours, this pampered pooch has been slumming it.
Alright, Otto.
What have we got?
DNA from the blood on Otto's mouth came back human.
No ID, but it's male.
The dog was gone for almost 24 hours. The blood could belong to anyone.
What about the collar?
Trace came back as searic, palmitic and linoleic acid.
It's commonly found in chestnuts, roasted to be exact.
There are traces of charcoal.
The burns on Fiona's neck could be from a grill on a chestnut cart.
So that's how Fiona was transferred to the front of the hotel.
I had Flack pull vendor licences.
Only one in the area has a permit to sell near the Dorothea.
Name's Felix Hall. Two weeks ago, he filed an appeal.
Someone was trying to pull his licence and move him on.
Let me guess... Fiona.
This is just wrong.
Seriously, no New Yorker should ever see this. Ever.
You can always put in for psych leave.
- Hey, Felix Hall? - NYPD.
We got some questions for you. Like which cart is yours?
Why? What's going on?
Hey, wait! What are you doing? I just cleaned this thing.
Positive for blood, and this looks like skin.
You've been roasting more than chestnuts, Felix.
Hands behind you!
You're under arrest for the murder of Fiona Chisholm.
- You OK? - No, I'm not.
I don't think I'll ever be the same.
I know what it's like, man.
You have your corner. Five feet by five feet.
But it might as well be a kingdom.
- Prime spot. - Then Fiona decides to take it away.
She didn't like your awning? Or she didn't like the smell of chestnuts?
We got your DNA off the dog. Did he bite you before or after the murder?
All I'm guilty of is having the courage to stand up to her.
Ms Chisholm. Please.
- I need this corner. - There are hundreds of corners.
- Set up on any of them, but mine. - Ms Chisholm, wait!
She pushed you too far. So you decided to push back.
Hey!
You did it, Felix. And you used your cart to move the body.
Between her employees and the people in the street,
there'd be too many suspects to count, right?
The blood we found inside your cart and the skin from the burner,
that was positive for Fiona's DNA.
All that woman cared about was herself.
But she didn't know what it was like for real people.
So you decided she needed somebody to put her in her place.
Teaching someone a lesson only works if they're still alive to learn it.
The DNA I got off the hook wasn't a match to Bryce Aldicott.
But when I compared it to other case samples,
it matched another donor on the hat.
Which puts that hat on someone else.
Maybe it was somebody else at the brokerage firm.
But we can't just go asking for DNA samples.
We don't have to.
First, get down to the 10th floor for drug testing.
Stanwell and Linford drug-tested their employees.
All we have to do is subpoena the test samples for DNA.
Congratulations, you deserve it. Good luck.
Have a seat, Tyler. Pretty dog eat dog world around here, huh?
Looks like out of 20 interns, only one of you guys get the job, right?
- We got some bad news. - What, is this about the drug test?
- Yeah. You could say that. - You tested positive.
- For what? - Murder.
DNA puts you with Leslie Wright.
She was high, but then, you knew that, didn't you?
Psychedelic hallucinogen lowers inhibitions,
makes the user more susceptible to sexual advances.
So, when you got her alone, Leslie Wright was yours for the taking.
- We were both high. - Not so much.
The ratio of metabolites to compounds from the drug test
tells us you were sober.
Know what that means?
You took advantage of a woman under the influence of a narcotic.
Alright, so I wasn't high. So what?
She didn't say no. Call it whatever you want.
We call it rape. I'm guessing so did Leslie.
The drug's effects have a short lifespan.
Look, she wanted me.
And then she just snapped.
- How can you do this to me? - Stop!
- You're sick! - Stop!
Get off of me.
So what happened? Did she threaten to go to the cops?
Or go to big brother?
- Stop! Stop! - Get off of me.
I'm telling my brother!
Get up.
Do you believe this?
Fiona's real name was Lorraine Gale from Topeka, Kansas.
She left home at 19, found work at the Dorothea as a maid
while she got her MBA.
Its employees were the only family she had.