[Jo is trying to determine why Sid has been acting suspiciously]
Sid Hammerback: It's the Hammerback Sleeper.
[flashback to Sid asking Mac to test the prototype]
Sid Hammerback: I give you... the Hammerback Sleeper.
Mac Taylor: "You'll sleep like a corpse"?
Sid Hammerback: It's an experimental pillow I've developed after years of working in the M.E.'s Office.
[back to Autopsy]
Jo Danville: I've heard about it. What's the problem?
Sid Hammerback: I just sold the patent this morning.
Jo Danville: Well, congratulations. That's good, isn't it?
Sid Hammerback: Oh, yeah. Um, it was purchased by a Japanese firm. Apparently, they're going to market it as an anti-snoring pillow.
Jo Danville: Anti-snoring, huh? God, I could have used that with my ex-husband. I would've paid dearly for that.
Sid Hammerback: [choking up] Yep. That's pretty much what they did.
Jo Danville: Sid, are you okay?
Sid Hammerback: [still emotional] Uh... actually, no. I'm, um... incredible. Jo, they bought my patent... for $27 million.
Jo Danville: What?
Sid Hammerback: I'm a very rich man, and-and I have no idea what to do about it.
Jo Danville: Okay, 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 around how they wound up in Jimmy Philbrook'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 pickup of the day was across from a little diner in Chelsea, right around the corner from the Cragston Hotel.
Mac Taylor: Who'd he pick up from?
Jo Danville: Jimmy Philbrook. And guess what the diner has in a little dish next to the cash register?
Lindsay Monroe Messer: Violet gum.
Jo Danville: Bingo. But there was something else that kept bugging me, because Greg Barbera is a bike messenger, right? So why did he run from Scott Perfito? Where on earth was his bike? So I went back and I looked at the NYPD surveillance footage one more time. Look what I spotted about a hundred yards ahead of both of them.
Danny Messer: Guy on a bike.
Jo Danville: Yes, but not just any bike. It matches the exact description supplied to us from the courier service that Greg worked for. And look what's hanging from handlebars.
Don Flack: A chainsaw. Could've been used to cut down the fallen tree outside of Scott Perfito's apartment.
Mac Taylor: Where Greg probably locked up his bike.
Lindsay Monroe Messer: Greg's bike was stolen, so he had to run away from Perfito on foot.
Sheldon Hawkes: Which caused him to fall down the stairs.
Jo Danville: And due to Greg's untimely death, he wasn't able to deliver this.
Mac Taylor: Doug Kramer. That's the name of the Building and Safety official who was supposed to accept the bribe from Jimmy Philbrook.
Jo Danville: For fifteen grand.
Don Flack: But since he didn't get it, he ruled to condemn the Cragston Hotel at the B&S meeting.
Jo Danville: Yes. Which we all know, drove our super, Toby Delafont, into a murderous rage.
Danny Messer: He attacked Philbrook in the park, leaving him for dead.
Lindsay Monroe Messer: Right, and then Philbrook wandered further into the woods, right into the path of Nicholas Bristow's arrow.
Don Flack: That's the craziest thing I've ever heard, but it actually makes sense.
Mac Taylor: One crime leads to another.
Sheldon Hawkes: And another.
Danny Messer: And another.
Lindsay Monroe Messer: And another.
Jo Danville: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is known as the ripple effect.
Scott Perfito: I should be in a hospital, resting.
Mac Taylor: They already gave you a clean bill of health and released you into our custody, Mr. Perfito.
Scott Perfito: Well, my arm still hurts, and head hurts, too.
Don Flack: How about your pride? That must be smarting a bit.
Scott Perfito: What is that supposed to mean?
Don Flack: It means we found almost a half a kilo of cocaine in your apartment.
Scott Perfito: Believe me, that's not how it looks.
Mac Taylor: Oh, we do believe you, because it's not all coke. In fact, the last batch you pulled from this delivery envelope was a combo of baby formula, caffeine, and lidocaine. We found traces of the same in Greg Barbera's delivery bag.
Don Flack: Now why do you think that is?
Scott Perfito: I look like a scientist?
Mac Taylor: No. But I am.
Don Flack: When I told my guys to be on the lookout for bright orange zip ties, you can imagine some of the witty responses I got.