CSI: NY

Table for three for Smith, ready.

Thirty-nine.

Pastrami on rye to go. Thirty-nine.

No coleslaw with that?

Thirty-nine!

That's me.

Who's got the fries?

Hey, Mac, the usual?

Number four club.

Easy on the dressing.

A man who knows what he wants.

Excuse me. MAN: I've been waiting ten minutes!

Excuse me. WAITER: You gotta wait another ten.

Thank you.

Place gets pretty cutthroat in here, huh?

Yeah, but the pastrami's worth it.

Looks serious.

Always is.

Here you go, Mac.

You, uh, sure you don't want to dine in?

No, I-I gotta go.

I'll put it on your tab.

You know, look, here.

With this crowd, I always take two,

just in case I forget something.

Thanks again.

Number 40!

Pastrami sandwich, please.

Who found them?

Don't know. Anonymous call to 911.

According to the M.E. techs,

both bodies were close to room temp.

Means TOD was roughly 24 hours ago.

According to his wallet, this guy over here...

is Michael Paley, 28 years old.

He had a downtown address.

Small-caliber gunshot

to the back of the head.

This is definitely what you call

blunt-force trauma.

Got an ID on this one?

Negative.

Got an impact mark.

Hey, Mac.

Take a look at this.

It's pure gold.

I can top that.

Just found this in a shoeprint.

A four-leaf clover?

It's a natural genetic mutation.

There's only one for every 10, 000 three-leaf clovers.

Hang on a second.

Gold?

Four-leaf clover

right before St. Patrick's Day?

Where the hell are we, at the end of the rainbow?

Well, I'll you this much:

Neither one of these guys had the luck of the Irish.

* Out here in the fields *

* I fight for my meals *

* I get my back into my living *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. *

I wonder if our gunshot vic

is the same Michael Paley who publishes that blog?

It's possible.

It means our second vic could be Cam Vandemann.

Sorry, who are we talking about here?

Paley and his partner,Vandemann

are a couple of budding investigative journalists.

Local muckrakers is more like it.

Earlier this year they broke a story about homeless people

being forced to hide in Battery Park.

Made the mayor look pretty heartless.

Didn't make the cops look too good, either.

Paley and Vandemann do have a knack

for getting in people's faces.

So, maybe somebody returned the favor.

* *

* I'm buried underneath a veil of lies *

* Oh, and in this grave I place my confidence *

* Oh, and your belief that I will rise again *

* *

* Whoa! *

* But I can't control that... *

* But I know not where I go *

* But I can't control that... *

* But I know not where I go... *

* *

Hmm...

What's up?

We got two bodies, right?

But we got four sets of prints.

A couple of them match the tread patterns

on our vic's tennis shoes.

They're easy enough to spot.

There's a third pair of dress-shoe prints that, based

on their positioning, scuff patterns

and high-velocity blood spatter,

appear to be our killers.

Then there's a fourth, what look like work-boot prints.

That's where I pulled the clover from.

They start over there by the door,

make their way over to the bodies,

and then they end up over here.

So maybe our killer has an accomplice.

See that skitter pattern in the floor?

How it goes underneath this old tank?

It's positive for GSR.

So you think the gun got knocked beneath it?

Wel, if it did, it's not there anymore.

So, maybe the fourth set of prints

belongs to whoever retrieved it.

All right.

So, our two vics are over there at the table.

Mr. Dress Shoes comes in,

boom, down goes Paley.

But before he can get another shot off,

our second vic gets the jump on him,

the gun skitters off...

And that's when Mr. Work Boots comes in

to the rescue, helps his buddy

beat the hell out of Vandemann,

he grabs the gun and they split.

So, if that's true,

we're looking for two different people.

And two different weapons.

Okay, Stella, news flash.

That's definitely your blogger, Michael Paley,

and here's the bullet that killed him.

But this is not

his partner, Cam Vandemann.

Really?

I did some detailed fluoroscopic analysis,

then ran it through a photo imaging program

to simulate e vic's facial features prior to trauma.

This is what he should look like.

And here's who he doesn't look like.

I pulled the second shot

off the Paley and Vandemann blog site.

So, the real Cam Vandemann is still out there.

Maybe a target, maybe a suspect.

Either way, I'm afraid our second vic

is still a John Doe, but I did discover

a couple more things that might help

clue us into his identity.

His blood work revealed high levels of antibodies

for hepatitis A and B, typhoid, rabies and malaria.

These multiple doses

are consistent with a vaccination

for some type of international travel.

Meanwhile, your call

of blunt-force trauma as COD was clearly on the mark.

And while we're on the topic,

there is something else we should take

a closer look at.

I found a series of faint wound impressions

along the victim's scalp.

Looks almost alpha-numeric

with some kind of fine-line detail.

But it's gonna take some more work to make sense of them.

Whatever these marks are could lead us to a murder weapon.

* *

What you gawking at?

I think it's some kind of blue green algae.

I found it on our John Doe's shirt.

What's with the junk pile?

I don't know; thought it all looked new to the scene

so I thought maybe the vics brought it in there with them.

So I took it back here.

What was in the container?

Nothing but water.

Did you get anything more exciting?

Confusing, maybe.

I just ran the four-leaf clover I found in the work-boot print.

Now, according to EDNA and a little DNA analysis,

it's not just any clover.

It's hop clover,

which is indigenous to Ireland.

So you tell me, Linds--

how the hell did it wind up in a shoeprint in New York City?

Reed. Hey.

I got your message.

Sounded urgent.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm okay.

It's a... It's actually a friend of mine

that I'm worried about.

Who's that?

Cam Vandemann.

What do you know about him?

Well, I know that we're both bloggers

interested in breaking stories

the media's too spineless to touch.

That's not what I mean, Reed.

I know he's not guilty of murder.

And how do you know that?

Because he reached out to me.

He knows the cops are looking for him.

He's afraid, Mac.

Well, then tell him to come to me.