CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 7, Episode 2 - Unfriendly Chat - full transcript

You go, girl!

Damn... straight.

Sayonara.

Hello.

Hello, yourself.

Uh... Okay, uh...

I dig your tunes.

And I like your moves.

Thanks.

They're both my own.

That's a good thing.



Here you go.
Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay...

Where'd you go?

Nowhere. I am right here.

Hi.

Your eyes are kind.

Are they telling the truth?

I, uh... I hope so. Uh...

I'm Adam.

What's your name?

Nice to meet you, Adam.

A... Adam?

But if I told you my name,



I'm afraid I'd
have to kill you...

What the hell?

Come on...

No!

No...

No...

No!

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

Mac!

Mac!

Mac!

Come on, man.

Pick up, pick...

Pick up, pick up.

Taylor.

Mac!

You gotta come back to the lab.

What? Why?

Because... because I think I
just saw a woman get murdered.

And they open up a live
text and video feed

between two computers at random.

I'm more interested in what
you think you saw, now.

Okay. Um.

Well, the... the attacker
had a, had a mask

and I'm pretty sure
it was male, um,

medium build, dark
clothing, had gloves.

And he used some type of, uh,

a thin cord
to choke the victim with.

Did you run an image capture?

I tried, and, um...

But by the time
I hit "record," the...

the poor girl's life just
came crashing straight down.

Tyler, you're 18 years old.

You're perfectly capable
of putting Elliott to bed.

Then use duct tape.

There's pizza in the fridge,
and I'll call you later.

Love you.

What is it with you boys?

Snips and snails
and puppy dog tails?

Thanks for coming back in.

I caught Hawkes on his
way out. He's coming up.

You get ahold of
anybody at the website?

I did. The Lookinatchu rep
I spoke to in Stockholm

said the site's
a global platform,

so its users are
basically everywhere.

But the video transmission
only exists between

the two computers
until someone gets nexted.

Nexted?

Yeah, uh, well, if you,
if you don't like someone,

you just hit the return key and,

well, it's called
getting nexted.

Couldn't they track or record
a chat from its servers?

Unfortunately, no.

They basically give two
strangers electronic room keys

and leave the rest up to them.

So if you actually saw
a woman being killed,

we have no online
evidence of it whatsoever.

No. Not to mention the fact that
depending on where it happened,

it may not even be
in our jurisdiction.

Are you absolutely sure,
Adam, it was murder?

While I was at the FBI, we saw
hundreds of fake snuff films

and Internet hoaxes every year.

Staged suicides,
bogus kidnappings...

it can be very convincing.

You're certain what
you saw was real?

I saw a man in black walk up
behind a beautiful woman

and choke the life
right out of her.

I've never seen anyone
get murdered before.

Until tonight.

All right, then.

We got our work cut out for us.
No kidding.

We don't know who our killer is.
We don't know who our victim is.

And our crime scene could
be anywhere in the world.

Okay, I'm locked and loaded

on a dozen different databases.

Google to Interpol, Lexus Nexus,
and every Bing in-between.

All you gotta do is
start talking, Adam.

That's just it.

I feel like I've
forgotten everything,

like I-I can't remember
any of the details.

Well, that's not uncommon, when
the brain experiences trauma.

Sometimes it locks up.

But not to worry, cause I always
carry a spare set of keys.

Tell me about your first kiss.

My what?

How old were you?
What was her name?

Um. Okay, uh...

It was in the fifth grade.

Her name was Julie, and she
lived across the street from me.

I won her a... a stuffed blue
dog at the county fair,

and that's when she
gave me the kiss.

What'd she look like?

Long, dark hair...

brown, twinkley eyes.
Troublemaker smile.

What about the girl
you saw this evening?

Beautiful brunette,
leafy green eyes,

light olive skin...

Early 20s, maybe?

Impressive.

Well, new memories are usually
stored in the hippocampus,

and then transferred to
the brain's frontal lobes

for long-term storage,

but when a person's memory
experiences traumatic collapse,

sometimes you gotta dig from the
other side, using memory triggers

potent emotions from the past,

to unlock memories
in the present.

She also had an accent, uh,

it was like a,
a French accent, I think.

Olive skin says
Moorish ancestry,

maybe from the
South of France...

Marseille, Cote d'Azur.

Yeah. Okay.

Morocco, maybe?

Come on, do you remember

anything else about
her place? Anything.

Not really.

Where were you standing when
Julie gave you that kiss?

Uh... in her front yard.

She had this awesome lawn
that we used to roll down, um,

in our bathing suits.

What did you see near the Vic?

I saw...

a white, curvy shape.

Uh, it was a...

It was a cloud.
It, uh... a cloud.

It had the number 58 in it.

It was in the corner of
a flat-panel TV screen,

but I couldn't see
the whole screen.

TV news and weather reports

usually put current
local temps in the corner.

Cross-reference a
58-degree temperature

with the approximate time
of 6:35, 6:40 Eastern.

All right.

Okay. Six different
major cities in the world

reported a 58-degree
temperature at that time.

Yeah, but wait a minute.
It was only 2:35 in the morning

in Moscow, 3:35 in
Portland and Vancouver,

and at 12:35 A.M. it rules
out Paris and Johannesburg.

But look at that.

New York was the
only city at that temp

running the local news.

She's in Manhattan.

No!

I also saw another woman's
face outside her window.

It was a stone face,
and it had, uh...

oval eyes, and these big steel

rays coming out of some
kind of headdress.

Search...

Female anthropomorphic
architectural design...

Headdress, stone...

That's it.

Okay.

We've got a location.

It's a sculptural
relief on an old

Midtown building from the '30s.

She appears on all four sides
of the tower.

But look at this.

There's only one adjacent
structure tall enough

to see her from the window.

We're clear.

That's her.

Adam, you all right?

I've been better.

You want to talk about it?

What's there to say?

He strangled her, she died...
end of transmission.

I'm gonna wait in the car.

Our Vic's name is Sass Dumonde.

She's 20 years old.

She moved here from Paris
on a music scholarship

to Chelsea.

Everything about her
clothes, hair,

apartment decor, speaks
of an open, free spirit.

Which could mean she might not
have made the smartest choices

about who she spent
her time with.

She live alone?
No roommate.

According to the landlord

she was a model tenant.
He never had a problem with her.

Well, somebody certainly did.

Yeah?

You're being ridiculous.

What?
You deal with death every day.

This case is no different.
Man up.

Are you kidding me?

Jo, I saw this girl alive.

She's not just another dead body
on the slab to me.

Oh, no, did you just do that
so I'd spill my guts?

Oh, damn it.

Sorry, Adam.

You can't keep your
feelings bottled up.

Contents may explode
under pressure.

Okay, look, you said something
to Mac a few minutes ago

that just kind of stuck with me.
What's that?

You used the words
"end of transmission."

Do you mean you got nexted?
Oh, I guess.

Yeah, there was a few seconds
after the computer fell

and then the chat
was terminated.

So someone else out there could
have seen what happened next.

Looks like strangulation.

Ligature marks are consistent

with Adam's description
of a fine cord.

It doesn't look like
one of these, though.

Cord's too thick.

These iPads died a horrible
death, too.

Got a few smudge prints.

Can't say for sure

without further analysis,
but, uh,

their size seems to be a bit
masculine for her fingers.

Wait a minute.

Our murder weapon isn't the only
thing that's missing.

What do you mean?

Well, don't you need a computer
to chat on Lookinatchu?

Didn't Adam say
she was on a laptop?

Yeah, you're right.

Perp must have
taken it with him.

Well, if he did,

he came in and out
like he owned the place.

There's no obvious signs
of B & E.

This is an old building.
Lucy can pick that lock.

Or maybe our perp had a key.

Whatever happened,

Sass Dumonde was listening
to her music.

She probably had it up
too loud.

Before she knew
what was happening...

he strangled her.

This doesn't feel like
just a murder.

No.

Whoever killed this woman
definitely wanted more.

Hey, Mac.

How did we get from
eight-track tapes

and shoe-sized
rotary phones to this?

Einstein said,

"Innovation is not the
product of logical thought."

Yeah, well, that's

all fun and gigabytes until
somebody gets killed.

Adam was nexted immediately
after the attack.

So, in hopes of finding someone

who saw what happened
afterwards,

I got our Swedish friends
at Lookinatchu

to allow multiple postings
of Sass Dumonde's photo.

Ah, good.

How often will it run?
Every two connections to the site.

Worldwide, that's approximately
150,000 users an hour

nexting an average
of every 90 seconds.

Well, let's hope that one of
them actually saw something

after Adam got nexted, and is
willing to tell us about it.

Well, like my daddy used to say,
"If you want the fruit,

sometimes you got to go
out on a limb."

♪ You, you saw right through ♪

♪ That's, that's when I knew ♪

♪ That I, I wanted you ♪

♪ But you,
you called out too soon ♪

♪ You, you saw right through ♪

♪ You, you saw right through ♪

♪ I was happy to know
you, baby ♪

♪ Won't you ask me what you
want, please, baby? ♪

♪ How can I sleep? ♪

♪ Always gave you chances,
chances ♪

♪ You gave me answers, answers ♪

♪ I gave you chances, chances ♪

♪ You gave me answers,
answers... ♪

I've been trying to locate
our missing laptop.

There was only one computer
Adam was connected to

when Sass Dumonde was killed.

It has to be hers.

Then ping it and find
the current location.

That's what we've been
trying to do.

But its IP address is part
of a corporate pool,

so it changes every time

the user logs on from
a different location.

Then find out who owns the pool.

We did.

It belongs to a private server

at Dragga Financial.

The big Wall Street
investment firm.

Yeah, with 5,000 employees.

Only Sass wasn't one of them.

Then the computer might not
be hers to begin with. Right.

So even with the company's
user logs,

finding a constantly
changing address

is like finding a needle
in a stack of needles.

There's got to be another way.

There is.

Every computer accesses
the Internet

through a series
of virtual ports, all right?

I could dig into

Dragga Financial's network
and find a computer

with a matching port
and seize it with a virus.

Right? Then I'd be able to
remotely control everything

on Sass's laptop from her
keyboard to her camera.

Means we'd be hacking.
Well, it's the only way

we can look this perp in the eye
without him knowing.

We could find out
exactly where he is.

Illegally,
and we couldn't use it.

Mac, look, I saw this girl
get murdered.

The answer is no, Adam.

Just because you were a witness

to a crime doesn't mean we need
to start committing them.

Professor William Aldicott?

Yes.

NYPD.

Do you own a pair of
Yoneshiga C-5 headphones?

Well, I did,
but they were stolen.

Why, did you find them?

Well, we found
biocellulose residue

left behind by one of
their broken diaphragms.

Yeah, that
and a splintered fragment

of the rare wood used
to make them.

And don't forget
the serial number.

That's what brought us to you.

Those things are rare.

And expensive.

What were they, six grand

a pair?
That's big money

for a faculty salary, huh?

Wait, I'm confused.
You-You didn't find them?

No.

Sorry. You know what
we did find, though?

We did find
Sass Dumonde's dead body.

According to the university

she was in your class
last semester.

We found her strangled to death
with your fancy headphones.

That's pretty harsh.

I mean, I failed calculus,

but my teacher didn't kill me.

Wait a minute.
You got this all wrong.

See, I'm the victim here.

You're the victim?
Ms. Dumonde took

my composition class,
and she turned in

this fluffy piece of pop

for her final,
then had the audacity

to claim that I stole the melody
for my own doctoral thesis.

So did you?
I did not.

But I should have filed
my own complaint

after she sicced
her boyfriend on me.

Stop! That hurts!

Good. Now you know
how my girl feels.

So why didn't you
file a complaint?

I'm this close
to getting tenure.

I don't need any more trouble.

Well, it's a little late
for that, Professor.

You know anything
else about her boyfriend?

Did you get a good look at him?

How about a name?
Give us a name.

I was too busy kissing the keys
for a formal introduction.

Detectives, I'm no
fan of Sass Dumonde's,

but I wouldn't have killed her.

For anything.

Not even a song?

Hi.

Aren't you a little young
to be on a site like this?

I don't know. Hey, do you
know what makes ** glow?

It's a chemical reaction between luciferin,
oxygen, molecular ** triphosphate.

They have these special cells
in their tails

called photocytes
that produce light.

It is.

Then can you tell me
the difference

between a larva and a pupa?

No, no, no, no, no. You, uh,
you do your own homework

and turn this thing off.

You must not have kids.

Somebody besides the Vic

definitely left a few partials
on the iPads.

I'm running a print assembly
algorithm now.

Meanwhile, I discovered
all three iPads are registered

to different users,
and each had a theft complaint

in the system.
So they were stolen, too.

We got a hit on Lookinatchu.

There's a father

in Michigan,
he installed a network logger

on his daughter's computer.
So he could keep tabs

on all the sites she visits?
Right.

Brilliant.
Yeah, it gets better.

It turns out his daughter
was on Lookinatchu

at the time of the murder.

He saw our post.
He sent us this video capture.

We're looking into the eyes
of our killer.

Brown eyes, dark lashes,

tan skin, from what we can see.

It's hard to tell
much more than that.

Might be worth trying to run it
through digital enhancement?

Give it a shot.
See what you get.

Maybe it'll turn out
to be this guy.

Those partial prints you ran
were a match in AFIS

to some lowlife
named Torrey Powell.

He's got multiple priors
for assault

and portable electronics theft.

I didn't kill Sass.

Oh, no? 'Cause
we found a key

to Sass Dumonde's apartment
on your keychain...

your fingerprints on three stolen
iPads that were in her possession.

And we know that you took
her Professor's headphones.

So?

Those headphones were used
to strangle her.

See how
it all kinda works together?

I'm innocent.

With priors for theft
and assault?

I don't think so.

How long were you
and Sass dating?

Few months, maybe.
I haven't seen her in a while.

Really? 'Cause we found

fresh prints that belonged
to you on her iPads.

Stolen iPads.

When was the last
time you saw her, Torrey?

I stopped by her place last week
for a little action.

And?

She turned me down.

Is that when you gave
her the stolen laptop?

I always came bearing gifts.

But once she sent me packing...

She was dead to you.

That it?

I didn't kill her, man.

Where'd you get the computer?

Some rich tool left it in
the front seat of his car.

What kind of car?

I didn't notice.

That's fun because you know

what I've noticed?

You swallow a lot.
I mean a lot a lot.

I don't mean to make you
feel self-conscious.

It's a common OCD
anxiety disorder.

And I would recommend
exercise or some kind

of organized sports to keep your
mind focused on something else.

But since those really aren't
an option now,

you're kinda screwed.

Unless...

Unless what?

Well, the sympathetic nervous
system is

responsible for your body's

reaction to stress,
and right now,

there's no question you're under
a great deal of that.

So you're gonna need

to really figure out how
to alleviate that somehow.

How about by telling us
the truth, Torrey?

It's a matter of your
personal safety.

What the hell

kinda mind games are
you playing, lady?

Listen, I'm just saying

you can remain uncooperative

or you can try to lie
and then perjure yourself.

But the whole time, you're just
gonna keep on swallowing

and swallowing

and swallowing and swallowing,

swallowing.
All right!

I boosted it from a Beemer,

silver sedan.

Now you got me thirsty.

So what do you think?
Do you like this guy as a suspect?

Given what little description
we have on our perp,

he does look similar.

But I'd still like you
to pull all the burglary reports

matching the BMW
that he told us about.

You thinking it might belong to
someone at Dragga Financial?

If it does, and we can find the
laptop that was stolen from it,

it might just give us
the one thing we're missing.

What's that?

Motive.

♪ This is a demonstration... ♪

How's it looking?

Believe it or not,

I think this computer may have
just unmasked our man.

Similar facial structure
to the Professor,

but wrong skin color.

And the hair may be
closer to the boyfriend,

but the brow and
cheekbones are off.

So the more we see,
the less we know.

Damn it.
Who is this guy?

Hello, my dear.

Oh, my.

Evening, ma'am.

Oh, hi.

Where are you tonight?

Second Marine Division,
uh, Bagram, Afghanistan.

You're a long way from home.

Just feel like chatting?

I only got a few
more hours of leave.

My wife and kids are already
asleep back in Alabama.

Roll Tide.

Where are you?

New York City.

Wow. Really?
Yeah.

I've never been there.

Always wanted to, though.

Come on.

How's that look to ya?

Wow. That's a whole lot better
than sand.

My name's Adam.

Nice to meet you, Adam.

A... Adam?

What are you doing, Adam?

You know, peeking in the window

may not be burglary,
but you can

still get busted for intent.

Yeah, you don't understand.

Which part?

Breeching the firewall
at Dragga Financial?

Remotely accessing
a company's computer?

I got in.

I know that. You know
how I know that?

Because I got a courtesy call

from an old friend
of mine at the FBI.

Turns out the Feds have been
investigating Dragga Financial

for all sorts of shenanigans.

In fact, they were kind enough

to share their files with me,
pretty much all of it.

But they weren't
too keen on seeing

an NYPD computer digging
around in their sandbox.

Okay, that's great.

But I know why you're here.
I've heard about your rep.

So what, are you gonna blow
the whistle on me now, too?

You don't want to go there.

Me leaving the Bureau

to come here was about
conviction and evidence

and doing my job.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

That w... that wasn't fair.

Okay? It just...

I shared the final moments
of Sass Dumonde's life.

I-I... I heard her music.

I... I saw her joy.

I-I...

maybe even
fell in love a little.

And then, three minutes later,
it was...

it was just over.

When you cross paths
with people like that,

it's hard not to stop
in your tracks.

But believe me
when I tell you...

none of what you're doing now
will bring her back.

It will only bring you down.

What do I do now, though?

Go home.

Go to bed.

Come back in the morning
ready to do what's right.

Okay.

Grand larceny report
was filed back in June.

A silver BMW registered
to Christopher Garcia.

Boosted it from a Beemer.

Silver sedan.

Claimed he lost a bag
and some personal items.

No mention of the computer?

No, but he also happens
to be an I.T. manager

with four years under his belt
at Dragga Financial.

Then he'd have all
the expertise necessary

for tracking a stolen
computer down.

Check out his company snapshot.

He's got an office
down on Wall Street.

Supervisor says
he usually works late.

Then, by all means,
let's pay him a visit.

There you go.

Don.

If Adam saw him, he saw Adam.

Oh, no.

Really? She's already told him?

Mac, look, I am so sorry.

Where are you now, Adam?

I'm just on the rooftop,

uh, heading to my car.

Adam!

All available units, all available units,
please respond to a 10-13 in progress.

Upper level, New York Crime Lab
parking garage.

Don't move!

We got him! Mr. Garcia, you have
the right to remain silent.

Nice chatting with you.

You have the right to speak to an attorney.
If you cannot afford

an attorney, one
will be provided...

So, Garcia was on the take?

According to the Feds,
he stole the software

to Dragga Financial's
online trading system

and was brokering a sale
to some contacts in Caracas.

But he had it all
on his laptop.

So, when it got stolen,
he panicked.

Finally managed to hunt it down

in Sass Dumonde's apartment
and took it back.

Along with her life.

What are you listening to?

Sass Dumonde.

This is that track
that the Professor

and Adam were talking about.

I downloaded it
from her Web site.

It's pretty catchy,
don't you think?

It's not bad.

She definitely had some talent.

Yeah, not to mention technology.

Think about it.

A few of these and a laptop,

and she's able to write,
record her own music,

post it online
for millions of people to hear,

and then text and video-chat
with God knows how many more.

Well, that's great,

but how long before
more is too much?

I don't know, but...

you know, we already opened
the 21st century, Danny.

I think it's too late
to send it back.

Yeah, well, you're
probably right about that,

but just to be clear, though,

Lucy is never going
near a computer, okay?

Just, ever.

Okay.

But she does have, uh,
a laptop lab at her preschool,

and she can use my iPhone
better than I can.

Damn it.

Ah, there goes the digital...

You think you're irreplaceable
here in this lab?!

Why would you defy...

You're on three
days suspension.

All right. Whoa.

Look who it is.

It's Obi-Wannabe
Kenobi.

Ooh, you got to be hurting

a little bit today, huh, man?

I got a, uh, you know,
three-day suspension.

It's pretty painful.

Ah, come on.

Hacking after Mac
told you not to?

You're lucky he didn't suspend
you from the flagpole out front.

Yeah, you go home,

lick your wounds, uh, catch up
on your soaps. You'll be fine.

Yeah, you'll be back
kicking Jedi ass

before the end of the week.

I can't hear you.

Hey there...

You got to be kidding me.

What are the odds, right?

Hey, I was just doing
some final research

before we close the case.

Some serious scientific
analysis, I'm sure.

Of course.

Oh, since I've got you...

I sent all the files
from Garcia's laptop

to the Bureau.

They were extremely
appreciative.

Said it would probably drive

the final nail
into Dragga's coffin.

Well, it nearly drove
it into Adam's.

Bet that conversation
wasn't fun.

He defied a direct order.

It had to be done.

Bet he was wishing you had
a "next" button in your office.

As a matter of fact, I do,

and it's right here.

You wouldn't.

I might.

Not if I next you first.