CSI: NY

Not bad, not bad.

For my sixth birthday,

my old man got me a pair of tube socks.

You scared the hell out of me.

What are you doing here?

The party doesn't start for another hour.

No, no, no!

Maria, call the cops.

Gino!

: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Gino!

No! Gino!

Shooter's in a clown outfit. He went in the alley.

We'll take the suspect. Hey, stop!

Where's the victim? In here, in the back, on the floor.

Freeze! NYPD!

Don't move! Freeze!

Put your hands on your head!

Hands on your head! I didn't do anything.

Get down on the ground! Down on the ground!

On your knees! Now all the way down! I didn't do anything!

You got a weapon on you? No!

Get your hands on your head! You got him?

I pat you down, I'm going to find a weapon?

No. You got the gun on you?

Frank. I got nothing.

What the hell? Frank.

Frank!

Frank! What?!

Frank, what the hell is going on?

All right, buddy, you can take a seat. Thank you.

Don't say anything.

It's just better if you don't say anything.

The victim's inside? The owner.

Gino Cressida. It's his son's sixth birthday.

Witnesses say a clown just walked in and wasted him.

And when you showed up,

the arresting officers had these guys detained?

Yeah. Now, some of these costumes are way off,

but more than half of them match the description witnesses gave

of the shooter they saw walk across the street

and disappear down the alley.

So one of these clowns might actually be our killer.

If you squirt me with that thing, I will shoot you,

right here in front of everybody,

you understand me? All right.

Talk. Look, it was posted online.

It said show up at the corner of Sullivan and Davis

at exactly 11:00 wearing a clown outfit, you get 500 bucks.

500 bucks? Yeah.

Just show up and stand on the corner?

Nah, it said something about distributing flyers.

Witnesses tell me you look exactly like the clown

who walked into the bakery.

That's 'cause the ad had a photo attached to it.

Said there was an extra 50 in it

if you came looking exactly like it.

Don't go anywhere; I'm not done with you.

Hey, look, is there some kind of stipend here for cooperating?

I mean, this outfit put me back a hundred.

Sit down.

Hi, Flack.

Hey.

Who shoots

the owner of a bakery?

I mean, really!

And at his kid's birthday party?

Single gunshot wound to the chest.

Shooter dropped the gun, walked out the front door.

Sounds like a hit.

Did we get the name of the clown

he hired for the party? Wife said the vic

took care of it.

We're looking into phone records.

One of my guys found these in a Dumpster

five blocks from here.

Looks like we're rounding up clowns out there

for no good reason.

Got to hand it to this guy... putting out that ad

so he could blend in with the clowns?

Pretty smart.

What's our first move?

Leave the cannolis and take the gun.

The bullet shattered into multiple fragments,

so once Sid extracts them,

I'm gonna have to reconstruct the bullet

and then run it through IBIS.

If it's that badly damaged, we may not be able

to get reliable stria to make a comparison. Yeah.

I'll do my best,

but it's definitely gonna take a little time.

You download the CT data of the wound path?

Yeah.

Then there's a faster way.

Wound tracks don't match up.

So that's not our murder weapon.

I don't get it... whose gun is it,

and why was it at the scene?

Well, it's possible the shooter used a different gun,

then dropped this one to put us off his track.

Mm. So, I'm still gonna need to extract the fragments

and reconstruct the bullet.

That's a lot of fragments.

I imagine it is.

So, what do you say, you gonna skip lunch, help me out?

Nope.

I get to be the boss this week.

I'm on it.

Hey, Mac.

So, our clown's shoes were covered in dust.

They were found in a Dumpster.

Yeah, but this was a very particular mixture of dust.

Contained a significant amount of carbon

and flecks of bone.

I extracted DNA; it came back human, female.

Hmm. Looks consistent with talc or ash.

It also contained concrete.

So, what do we have, a burned body that was also buried?

Run DNA through CODIS Missing Persons,

see if there's a connection. All right.

You know what, one more thing...

do you wear sneakers inside clown shoes?

Are you seriously asking me that question?

What, no good? What the hell do I know about clowns?

Look, I'm a bright man, Danny,

but I'm afraid I can't help you with that one.

Hey. Jo,

do you wear sneakers inside clown shoes?

I don't know... I don't own any.

Clown shoes? Sneakers.

Danny, get out of here.

Get me some answers.

This case is getting stranger by the second.

Trace I found on our victim's shirt: cyanide.

Our killer clown tried to poison the vic before he shot him?

Virtually nothing's adding up so far.

Clown, bakery owner,

mystery gun at the crime scene, cyanide...

And Danny just found female DNA.

Hawkes, do you wear sneakers inside clown shoes?

Don't you start.

How do you know I'm calling from the crime lab?

I-I... Do you not have caller I.D., sir?

O... Okay, well, listen, perhaps my...

Fine. You got me, okay?

I work at the New York City Crime Lab, but I moonlight

as a criminal specializing in clown identity theft.

And my next caper, okay, is gonna be to defraud

the entire clown industry as Jumbles the Clown.

Hello?

You hung up on me. You... you hung up on me.

I hate clowns.

He hung up on me.

I see that. Yeah.

Who exactly hung up on you?

The New York Clown Registry.

All right. Start from the beginning.

Okay.

The vic's phone records could not tell me

who he hired as a clown for the kid's birthday party.

Okay? So I went online,

to the ad the killer posted

and I scanned the photo, ran an image search,

and I came up empty. However,

I discovered that there's a New York Clown Registry.

Like, they register their faces, actually.

It's a trademark thing.

So we match the makeup to the registered face,

and we get an I.D. Yeah.

Okay. But Anal McGillicuddy,

he will not give me this guy's information

until I get a subpoena, okay?

So now I got to do all this... Adam. Adam.

Yeah. Relax. Relax.

Okay. I'm relaxed. I'm relaxed.

Lay off the caffeine.

I want to meet the guy who blows the yolk out of these things.

I wonder what he does on the weekend.

Do you not appreciate the attention to detail

associated with this kind of craftsmanship?