(About Claire's death) I'm sorry.
There's no need to be sorry. I'm thankful for the time that we had together.
S8 E12Brooklyn 'Til I Die
S8 E13The Ripple Effect
[while walking down the 187th Street steps] I knew I shouldn't have done the StairMaster this morning.
It's a long way down.
It's even longer coming up, trust me. 130 steps. Finally counted after the third trip.
(answering the phone) Hello, Mac Taylor.
Christine, did I get you at a bad time?
No, perfect, actually. How do I murder a produce guy and get away with it?
Well, you could always hit him over the head with a coconut, but you'd be better off using that for a piña colada.
Yeah. Point very well taken. Besides, overpriced coconuts probably warrant something closer to a misdemeanour rather than a full-blown felony, right?
(To Scott Perdito after falling down a fire escape when accused of pushing Greg Barbera down some stairs) Karma's a bitch.
SPScott Perfito
I should be in a hospital resting.
They already gave you a clean bill of health and released you into our custody, Mr. Perfito.
SPScott Perfito
Well, my arm still hurts and my head hurts, too.
How about your pride?
Climbed a lot of trees back in Montana, didn't you?
Damn straight, city boy.
Was that before or after you started cow tipping?
(Fakes a laughter) Wow!
What?
(Pretending) Is that a snake?
(Jumping out of his skin) Where? What?
Ok, I hope y'all are taking notes. First of all I could not stop thinking about these two pieces of violet flavored gum, because I couldn't wrap my head about how the wound up in Jimmy Fillbrook's mouth, and on Greg Barbera's satchel. So I went back to the schedule from the courier service that Greg worked for, and it turns out that his first pick up of the day was across from a little dinner in Chelsea, right around the corner from the Cragston Hotel.
Who did he pick up from?
Jimmy Fillbrook. And guess what the dinner has in a little dish next to the cash register.
Violet gum.
Bingo. But there was something else that kept bugging me. Because Greg Barbera was a bike messenger, right? So why did he run from Scott Perfitto? Where on earth was his bike? So I went back and looked at the NYPD footage one more time. Look what I spotted at about 100 yards ahead of both of them.
Guy on a bike.
Yes, but not just any bike. It matches the exact description supplied to us by the courier service that Greg worked for. And look whats hanging from the handle bars.
A chain saw. Could've been used to cut down the fallen tree outside of Scott Perfitto's apartment, right?
Greg probably locked up his bike.
Greg's bike was stolen so he had to run from Perfitto on foot.
Which caused him to fall down the steps.
and due to Greg's untimely death he wasn't able to deliver this.
Doug Kramer. That's the name of the building and safety official who was supposed to accept the bribe from Jimmy Fillbrook.
For fifteen grand.
But since he didn't get it, he ruled to condemn the Cragston Hotel at the B&S meeting.
Yes, which we all know drove our supper, Toby Delafont, to our murderous rage.
He attacked Fillbrook in the park, leaving him for dead.
Right. And then Fillbrook wondered further into the woods, right into the path of Nicholas Bristow's arrow.
That's the craziest thing I've ever heard but it actually makes sense.
One crime leads to another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is known as the Ripple Effect.
S8 E14Flash Pop
This is our investigative team on the Jessica Drake murder. All the evidence will be processed by the people in this room and only by the people in this room. We start over on everything. Chain of custody of evidence stays within this group. If something needs to go to DNA, one of us drops it off, oversees the analysis, and then retrieves the results. If the killer had access to trace evidence we collected from the scene, it could already be compromised. So pay attention and triple-check all your results.
I'm coming to the rescue, 'cause it looks like you have wrinkles all over your forehead...
It's not a wrinkle. It's a frown.
Oh, um, that anniversary party for my parents tomorrow night, uh, you agreed to endure...don't worry about it.
Whoa, you're dumping me?
No. I just don't want you to feel obligated with all that's going on. I mean, my whole family would love to see you, but, well, you know how they can be.
I'm sure I can handle it. I'll be here.
Okay. I gave you an out. You've been warned.
You make it sound dangerous (Both smile).
Mac Taylor, I adore you. I value our friendship more than words can express. And you don't need to feel any obligation to... (sighs) ...share any mushiness. Your smile is adequate enough. I just... I just needed to get that out. We just work so hard, day in and day out, and we never really turn to those around us and tell them how we feel.
Mac (to Jo): Who do you see in this picture?
You, me, Sheldon, Danny, Lindsay.
How many lab techs?
Three. They were assigned to the scene.
The only people taking crime scene photos were Danny and Hawkes. We're all in the picture, including the techs... so who took that picture?
Jo: You're thinking the killer, and this photo was a message.
Someone who could get access to our cell phones and send us that photo, someone who wouldn't look out of place at the crime scene, who could gain entry to the evidence, someone who's playing "catch me if you can." Not only was our victim part of the crime lab, I'm thinking so was our killer.
Are the other lab techs still being questioned? It just seems, you know, we've decided guilt by job description, and Harlan seems like our primary suspect.
You think he did it, Adam?
Uh, no.
Do you know who did?
No.
We have a responsibility to Jessica Drake. Someone in this lab thinks they have the advantage. If it's Harlan, we'll prove it; if it's not... then we continue to do our job. There's an unspoken rule of trust within these walls. That gets broken... it's inexcusable.
This is personal for Mac, Adam. He's not gonna treat anyone with kid gloves.
Well, it's personal for me, too. More than anybody in this room, I spend the most time with the lab techs. I-I started where they did. They don't want to be treated with kid gloves. They just want to be treated with respect. Look, Jessica, um... she's not just another girl in a white lab coat. Okay? She was a friend.
We could build a profile, you know... a woman, size seven shoe, six one.
We're off to a really bad start there, buddy. Not one of our suspects fits that profile. None are that tall.
JLJo and Lindsay
(Looking at each other) High heels.
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