CSI: NY

Flack, what are we looking at?

A parent's worst nightmare.

Victim throws a party while Mom and Dad are out of town.

Someone spills their drink on the new carpet.

Wow. How many people were up there?

Not sure yet.

Witnesses' accounts conflict.

Only one death?

So far. Name's Libby Drake.

She's 16 years old.

Bunch of other kids were taken

to the hospital in pretty bad shape.

Flack, how does this happen?

Starts out as a group

of high school juniors getting a buzz on.

The party goes viral.

Jumps to 700 in under two hours.

Welcome to the end of the world as we know it.

Petechial hemorrhage in the conjunctivae.

Looks like she asphyxiated.

The weight restricted expansion of her chest, and by the time

anyone was able to get to her, she probably couldn't breathe.

Witness say there were more than 50 people on that balcony.

That weight, plus a marble table.

50 kids jumping up and down. Whoever the morons

were decided to add a table

should have known that was a bad idea.

I checked all the functional components

with a scanning electron microscope,

and there were no signs of any defects or corrosion.

Well, if the building materials are sound,

it comes down to too much weight.

We're gonna have to do a stress analysis.

Yeah, which means, we need an estimate

of the live load on the balcony.

Now, I already weighed the furniture and the planters.

They were 330 pounds.

Okay, about how many kids were out there?

We know now there were 60.

Okay. 60. Using national average weights of 20-year-olds,

assume half guys, half girls...

Well, Hawkes,

what party you ever been to

where the male/female ratio was fifty-fifty?

Okay, okay.

So, 35 times 170, plus 25 times 130

gives us 9,200 pounds.

Plus your 330 for furniture.

That puts us at

9,530.

Okay, plus, the 800 pounds for the marble table.

10,330 pounds.

So let's see how much weight one of these holds.

All right.

Okay, offsetting for length,

the joists failed at 50 pounds per square foot.

Which translates to a total weight of...

9,600 pounds.

So with 60 people on that balcony,

it still would have managed to hold.

Right, until the marble table got out there.

So, given these numbers,

whoever brought that marble table

onto the balcony could be guilty of manslaughter.

It sounded like... like an earthquake.

It was insane. You could hear this... this...

this cracking noise, and then,

you could hear it just give way, and I was just

praying that Libby wasn't on the balcony.

I know how hard this is,

losing your girlfriend, but you can help best

by telling me everything you know.

There's nothing that I haven't already told you.

Listen to me, Jake.

This goes beyond an accident.

Sit tight.

Either nobody saw anything, or nobody wants

to give up the jackasses

who brought 800 pounds of marble out onto the balcony.

Ah, well, bunch of these kids are going to the hospital.

Broken bones and a few injuries

might be a quick cure for a fuzzy memory.

If not, I'm hoping this will tell us what they won't.

His name's Stephen.

Were you, uh, up on the balcony?

You gonna be okay?

They think it's only a bad sprain.

I just hope it's okay for the marathon this weekend.

I guess that sounds selfish.

Did you see Stephen out there on the balcony?

I think so.

I can't really be sure.

Could you... could you hold on one second?

What does that mean?

You see who else

carried that table out onto the balcony?

No.

Is Stephen in trouble?

Yeah, in more ways than one.

Next in line.

Next, please.

Excuse me, miss.

Hey.

Has anyone helped you yet?

My name is Don Flack.

I'm a detective.

Why don't you come inside with me?

I can help you out.

Just try to relax, okay?

You want to tell me what happened?

Um...

I was, um...

I was...

Listen, would it be more comfortable

for you to speak with a female detective?

If so, it's not a problem. I can get one.

No, uh, I'm okay. Thank you.

I was raped.

Did you know the guy?

No.

No, not really.

I mean... I was so stupid.

I shouldn't have gone with him.

I-I didn't...

I was so stupid.

Hey, don't go there.

This was not your fault, okay?

Okay?

When did it happen?

Last night.

Um...

I must have passed out,

I guess.

I woke up a couple hours ago.

I didn't wash or anything, 'cause I...

I know you're not supposed to.

Good. That's good.

That's really smart.

Where did it happen?

The Logan Hotel on 56th.

What's your name?

Ali.

Ali Rand.

Okay, Ali...

we're gonna get you off to the hospital

and have somebody look at you, all right?

But before we do that,

is there anything you can tell me about the guy

who did this to you?

What he looked like, what he was wearing.

I can do better than that.

I know his name.

Hey. You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Have a seat.

I'm good. What's up?

John Curtis raped another woman.

Jo, there's still a lot we don't know.

Okay, I have to go down there. I have to go to DC

and talk to the detectives who are investigating.

Do we know which lab is processing?

We are.

He's in New York.

Has been for a few months.

The victim walked into Flack's precinct.

He took the report, and then he recognized Curtis

as your old DC rape case.

Who is she? The victim.

Her name is Ali Rand.

I feel sick.

I knew this day would come, I just...

I pulled Lindsay off the Drake case.

She'll be handling the rape kit.

That's good.

We're gonna get him, Jo.

Hey.

- You on the way to the hospital? - Yeah.

Okay, listen, here's the deal.

This guy is really careful,

so make sure you get everything you can.

Even though she I.D.'d him doesn't mean we don't need forensics.

- Got it. - Okay, he drugs his victims, GHB usually.

If the hospital hasn't already, you should take blood.

He also takes his victims' hands,

ties them behind their backs so they can't scratch him

and get his DNA underneath their fingernails.

Jo, I got it. It's all good, okay?

If he left anything behind, I will find it.

Of course you will.

Look... I remember you telling me

how in DC your colleague made a mistake in the first round

of DNA testing and then destroyed the documentation.

You know, the last case I worked on at the Bureau

was the rape of a young woman, very high profile.

Senator Matthews' daughter.

We had that suspect dead to rights,

but we mishandled the DNA.

We knew he did it beyond the shadow of a doubt,

but he was acquitted.

You don't have to worry.

I'm not gonna screw this up.