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Hello! You have reached...

- Aaron.
- Bonnie.

- Willow.
- And Tommy.

Please leave a message.

Hey,guys. I know you're probably asleep.

I just wanted to let you know
that I landed safe and sound

and I'm on my way to the hotel to get some
rest before the big board meeting tomorrow.

So if everything goes okay, it
should only take a couple of hours,

and you can expect me
home for spaghetti night.

All right,see you guys then. Love you.

Drive 1. 6 miles, then make a
left towards Henry Hudson Parkway.

In 200 feet,make a right turn.

You have reached your destination.

You can't be serious.

Great.

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone there?

Can I get some help,please?

On-Board Safety. Can I help you?

Yeah,um,I think I'm lost.

I could use some directions
to midtown Manhattan,please.

- Where are you?
- I don't know.

I saw a sign earlier that
said 183 Street and,um,

there a place here called
Jack & Sam's Storage.

You're on South Clover.

That's a very bad neighborhood.

You shouldn't be there.

Yeah,I know. That's why I'm calling you.

So,if you could please just get me the
hell out of here, that would be great.

No need to get angry, Mr. Dexter.

How did you know my name?

Thank you for calling On-Board Safety.

wait! Wait! Aren't you going to help me?

No.

Hello?

Come on. Come on.

Hello? Hello? Please help me.

Please!

Jess! Jess! Jess!

Hey,babe,hey. Hey,can you look at me?

Hey,I'm here. Where's the ambulance?

Don.

Okay,you're going to be all right.

Don.

Hey,Mac. I didn't hear you pull up.

- You okay?
- Yeah,I'm fine.

When was the last time you slept?

I'm fine. We're over here.

Our vic's name is Aaron Dexter.

Trash collector making rounds
spotted the body and called it in.

Looks like a robbery gone south.

What makes you think robbery?

Just a hunch.

At least they left us the body.

Okay,Mac. Single small
caliber GSW to the chest area.

Stippling around the entry
makes it a close shot.

Defensive wounds on the arms.

Lividity hasn't set in.

Which would make the TOD
approximately six hours ago.

Which means whoever jacked this
guy had to have worked fast.

And had a crew to handle
the ghetto pit stop.

These jokers even took the dash.

We had to use the VIN stamp
on the frame rail to get an ID.

Vehicle belongs to Olympus Rents.

According to their main office, Aaron Dexter
picked up the car last night around JFK.

- So he's not local.
- No.According to his reservation,

he is the CEO of GMI Health Network,
which is a Medicare company out of Philly.

City of Brotherly Love.

So,let's see who in New York
didn't offer Mr. Dexter any love.

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Freeze it.

Zoom in.

Close and sharp as you can get.

- The best you can do?
- I've already tweaked the resolution.

Unfortunately, the surveillance cameras located
near the crime scene are low quality analog.

Pretty craptastic. I'm
surprised we even got that much.

There's no way we're going to be able
to run this through facial recognition.

Faces? You want faces? I got
faces. Just not of the shooter.

Well,then who do you have?

A new species of Dermestidae beetles.

Only these guys are a lot bigger
and they walk around on two legs.

It's unbelievable.You
got-- what--

20 dirtbags running through this crime scene
and not one of them calls in a dead body?

Just like the Dermestidae beetle, they're
too preoccupied with gorging themselves.

And now their greed is
going to put them in jail.

Run their faces.

I want to squash some of these bugs.

So,Willie,how much you get for
that GPS you lifted last night?

- GPS?
- You know,the little satellite deal.

Tells you how to get from
one place to the next.

I know what a GPS is, thin man.

It's an "aconym" for Global
Positioning Satellite.

"Aconym"?

- Oh,you like that,huh?
- I do.

Yeah,Big Willie's,uh, smart like
that. Abbreviations and whatnot.

Like sonar.

Stands for Sound Navigation and Ranging.

Or PIN-- Personal
Identification Number.

That's very impressive.
How about this one? TYAIJ.

That stands for Throw Your Ass In Jail.

Which is exactly what I'm going to do if
you don't tell me what went down last night.

Afraid I don't have an answer
for you on that FAQ,my brother.

But if I hear anything on your
gunslinger, I'll give you a holler.

Yeah,I'm sure you will.

Now,if you don't mind, IMOH.

- I'm out of here.
- Wait. Hold up.

I got some video I want to
show you before you take off.

Don't tell me. You need a
little help with your Twittering?

You got your own
personal YouTube channel?

Something like that. But better.

Ooh,who's that?

That's you,my brother, at my crime scene
with a GPS between your sticky little fingers.

All right. Let's get something straight.
That car was just sitting there.

Like low hanging fruit.

- All I'm saying is the white boy was chalk ready when I got there.
- Right.

And you could have called it in, done your
civic duty,but you opted for the cash and prizes,

which makes you a candidate for
some jail time,Willie,my man.

Oh,this is such BS,man. How
do you steal from a dead guy?

Sorry I'm late. The sitter
was stuck in traffic.

Whitesnake,huh?

Baby threw up on everything else.

So,what is all this?

Flack got one of the
suspects to turn on his peeps.

NYPD rounded them up as well
as all the evidence they stole.

So this all came from the
rental car the vic was driving?

Right. And since we know the killer made
contact with this door, I'm running prints.

Hey,looks like three
of your prints got hits.

Yeah,but which one's our shooter?

Well,we could use the
car door as a scale.

Create a ratio and then determine
the height of the shooter.

See if it matches one
of these three jokers.

54 inches.

So,the height of our shooter is
1. 36 times the height of the door.

So,that's about 70 inches.

And that puts our shooter
at about five foot,ten.

Well,that rules out these two
mutts. They're both over six feet.

Yeah. They may have
helped strip the car.

But this guy... Junior
Mosley, he's five-nine.

Makes him look good for the murder.

NYPD! Mosley,get down on the ground!

Hold it right there!

Let me take it out first!

- I'm afraid I can't let you do that.
- Why not?

This syringe is evidence of drug use.

We're going to have to
document it where we found it.

Now one for the jackass
of the year award.

How's the foot?

I had to get a tetanus
shot because of you.

When you get out of jail,
you should file a complaint.

Jail--
for what?

What do you have to say?

Whoever shot this, should
have considered using a filter.

There's no color in my man's face.

- You done?
- Are you?

I'm just getting started.

You recognize this wallet?

Nope.

It belonged to our murder
victim,Aaron Dexter.

And we found it in your apartment.

And that ain't all.

Ballistics matched it to the bullet
we pulled out of Aaron's body.

Here's how it adds up: Your prints were at the
scene, your gun was used to kill Aaron Dexter.

Simple math,Junior.

That fool had no business
being on that corner.

And then he starts calling
attention to himself.

You got worried he'd draw the attention of the
cops and put an end to your profitable evening.

The wallet also tells me you
saw a crime of opportunity.

A way to subsidize a slow night.

When Aaron didn't roll over and play dead,
you decided to make it happen for real.

The street's a jungle.

Got to do what you got to do to survive.

The man you killed had a wife, two kids.

Yeah? Well,so do I.

Now both of you will
never see them again.

Hey,Mac.

What's up?

When I spoke to our vic's wife, she told me that
her husband wasn't too familiar with Manhattan.

And according to the voice mail he left after his
plane landed, he was headed for his hotel in Midtown.

Maybe he took a wrong turn or
someone gave him the wrong directions.

- Or something.
- Right,take a look.

I couldn't figure out what
he was doing in the Bronx,

so I had Adam process the GPS system
that Willie stole from the car.

Turns out that the address that Aaron put
into the GPS was for a luxury hotel in Midtown.

But he ended up in the Bronx.

What,the GPS gave him
the wrong directions?

Exactly,but it wasn't
just a computer glitch.

Someone spoofed Aaron's GPS
and created a false signal.

And according to the manufacturer,

one of the differential ground stations was
compromised shortly after he rented the car.

Someone hacked it.

Not just someone.

Some super hacker,and it
is the best I've ever seen.

He also hit the microprocessors
under the hood of Aaron's rental.

So I ran a diagnostics
on the car's computer,

and it turns out the signal pirate went in
through the stolen vehicle recovery system.

He was able to worm his way around,
remotely shutting down the engine.

Which means once our vic realized
where he was, he couldn't drive away.

So this hacker purposely lured our victim
to the worst neighborhood in New York,

crippled his car...

and perhaps got what he wished for.

- There you go.
- Looks great.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Bon appétit.
- Yes.

Something wrong? Jeff? Are you okay?

Call 911! Jeff? Are you okay?

It's okay,it's okay. Just...

Can somebody help me? Please!

Is anyone here a doctor?

Hello? Can you hear me? Is anyone there?

What is your emergency?

One of our customers just
collapsed. We need an ambulance.

Hello?

Is your customer having
trouble breathing?

Yes.

- Neck swelling?
- Yes.

So your customer's in
need of medical attention?

Yes,yes! Please hurry!

Can you tell me, is
Dr. Evans turning blue?

I think... Wait,how
do you know his name?

Ma'am,I just need you
to answer my question.

Is Dr. Evans turning blue?

Yes,he can't breathe.

Good.

Yeah,I understand. Right.

All right, thanks,Doc.

Where's the vic?

He's over at Trinity General.

Just got off the phone
with one of the doctors.

They've got him on life support.

The hospital's calling
it anaphylactic shock.

What's the crime?

Accessory to murder.

How do you figure?

Well,the waitress who called 911 says that the
person she spoke to never notified an ambulance.

Did you check with dispatch?

I did,and they said they
never received the call.

But according to the phone records, a 911
call was,in fact, made from this location.

Someone hijacked the call.

Waitress also said that the person she
spoke to identified the vic by name,

without her ever
giving that information.

She give us a voice description?

She did. It was a male, raspy
like that of a heavy smoker.

Lots of breathing between words.

Also,our waitress swears that she put in
the order exactly the way the vic specified--

without peanut dressing.

Hold the peanut dressing.

- I'll have honey mustard instead.
- Okay.

Allergies.

But the chef who made the salad said that
information was never relayed to his order screen.

******

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Someone hacked the 911 call, maybe
someone hacked the order as well.

That's Big Brother,Mac.

Is that even possible?

What are you thinking?

Someone hacked Aaron Dexter's GPS and
sent him into a dangerous neighborhood.

Now someone tampers with Dr. Evan's order,
which triggers a life-threatening allergy.

So our two cyber attacks are connected.

Our suspect's using
technology as a murder weapon.

Hey,Stella,I think I may have found
a connection between our two victims.

Our anaphylactic shock vic,Dr,Evans, he's
an oncologist at St.Sebastian's Hospital,

which is owned by GMI Health Network
where Aaron Dexter is the CEO.

Well,GMI Health owns about a
dozen hospitals on the east coast.

We're talking thousands of employees-- any one
of which could be our computer-savvy psycho.

So our two victims both worked
for the same health care company.

Maybe a coincidence, maybe not.

Lindsay,break it down.
Correlation science.

See if we can find a stronger
connection between our two vics.

If we find one,we might just be able
to find out who wanted to hurt them.

Yeah,I'm on it.

Hey,um,I heard that
Danny's making improvement?

Yeah,he's got limited
movement in his toes.

It's not much,but the doctors
say it's a really good sign.

Good. Well,I've got my fingers crossed.

Thanks,Stell.

- Yeah,hand me the red one.
- Excuse me.

Do you have authorization for this?

Yeah,it's signed at the
bottom of the first page.

Why,is there a problem?

What's going on?

- Did you order the installation of surveillance cameras in the lab?
- No.

Well,according to this
e-mail memo you did.

It's got your electronic signature.

So if you didn't order them, who did?

- Our suspect.
- Why?

He wants to see how our
investigation is progressing.

Okay,take it down now.

- No,no,wait. Are you done?
- Almost.

Leave it up.

What are you thinking?

If he wants to watch us,
let's use it to our advantage.

Hello.

- Mac Taylor?
- Yeah.

- Head of the New York Crime Lab?
- That's right.

You served in the Gulf War,

and then joined NYPD after a
distinguished military career.

Adam,I need you to put a trace
on an incoming call to Mac's line.

Okay.

I seem to be at a, uh,disadvantage.

You know a lot about me, but I
don't know anything about you.

That's the point,Detective.

So what do I call you?

Grave Digger.

You think that's funny?

You killed one man,put
another on life support today.

- Well,how unfortunate for them.
- And for you.

Why is that?

Because when I catch you, you're going
to spend the rest of your life in jail.

You don't sound well.

And you sound frustrated.

It'll pass. It always does.

He's on a cell.

But the signal's been
bounced all over the city.

What about the security
camera? Can you trace the feed?

The same thing-- he's
piggybacking the transmissions.

This guy's good.

So why don't you save everybody a lot
of trouble and tell me where you are.

Oh,where's the sport in that,Detective?

Look,clearly,you think Mr. Dexter
and Mr. Evans wronged you in some way.

Not just Mr. Evans and Mr. Dexter.

Who else?

I'm not gonna play that game
with you,Detective Taylor.

Then what do you want?

I want to talk about your father.

My father?

Your father was McCanna Boyd Taylor.

Served in the army during World War II,

then worked as a machinist
on the South Side of Chicago.

Tell me how he died.

How did he die,Detective?

My father had cancer.

No,no,no,be precise, Detective.

It was small-cell lung cancer.

That's right.

It must have been
very difficult for you.

It was hard on all of us.

But mostly for you,I imagine.

I have that profile the Times
did on you a few years back.

In it,you mention your
father was your hero,

the reason you joined the military and
eventually went into law enforcement.

What about you?

You're not well,are you?

Is that why you're using the Internet?

Are you incapacitated in some way?

Your hero spent the last eight months
of his life in bed on a feeding tube.

Not a very dignified way to
end a life,don't you think?

I think I'm running out of patience.

Then I guess we're done for now.

But don't worry.

You'll be hearing from
me again very soon.

Until then, you think about your father.

I want to talk about your father.

Tell me how he died. It
was small-cell lung cancer.

Not a very dignified way to
end a life,don't you think?

You think about your father.

Mom,I'm home.

How is he?

He's good.

He's been asking for you all day.

How much time do you have left?

Enough.

Look,why don't you
just turn yourself in?

That's what you want, isn't it?

What I want is for you to tell my story.

So that's what this is about?

Is that why you chose me?

No,I didn't choose you, Detective.

Fate brought us together
when I read your story.

If you think I'm gonna relate
to what you did,you're wrong.

No,not so fast,Detective.

Then give me something
to make me understand.

oh,in time,Detective,in time.

Unfortunately, you don't have any.

Let me help you.

No,it's too late for that.

You of all people should know that.

Dr. Evans was your
oncologist, wasn't he?

And the hospital you were treated
at was run by Aaron Dexter.

Very good.

Surely,you don't blame
them for your cancer.

I blame genetics.

Something you yourself should
consider when making long-term plans.

So,cancer was in your family.

Who had it,your mother,father?

I have to go now,Detective.

I imagine in a few hours you're
going to want to talk to me again.

No,wait,wait,don't hang up.

Hey,I reached out to the oncology
department at St. Sebastian's.

Here is a list of the patients
that Dr. Evans was taking care of.

What's wrong?

He's going after someone else.

Mac,I think we got something.

All right,so we know on both attacks
the Grave Digger infiltrated the systems

using a sophisticated worm program.

There was no way to trace it to an IP address, but
we were able to isolate his digital fingerprint.

A man's wireless was bouncing
off a couple different servers.

But we overlaid the digital fingerprint
from both attacks and we got one match.

In each attack,Grave Digger
used different servers,

never using the same one twice except
in this location: 7892 40th Street.

It's a cyber security firm
called ProspectiveData.

And we're thinking since he's
got mad computer skills...

He could be working there.

Here is a list of
their current employees.

And here's a list of Dr.
Evans' cancer patients.

Let's see if there's a match.

"Victor Benton." He's Grave Digger.

Says here Benton worked on the
government's GPS program ten years ago.

They "launched the global navigation
satellites and created the GPS network."

Explains where he
gets his skillage from.

Track him down. Hawkes.

What do you mean you can't find him?

Well,according to ProspectiveData, Victor
Benton was on medical leave for the last year,

and when his health benefits ran out,
he moved and left no forwarding address.

It's safe to say that if he was in the
final stages of cancer that he's not mobile.

So we got a killer that can't move
from his bed that we can't find.

We might be able to locate
who he's targeting next.

According to the hospital records,

there were only two people who ever treated
Victor Benton while he was a patient there:

Dr. Evans and a medical
technician by the name of Lisa Kim.

Now,Kim stopped administering
chemotherapy two months ago

when Aaron Dexter shut down the oncology
department because of budget cuts.

Until then,patients who didn't have
insurance were being treated for free.

So,in Benton's eyes, when they cut that
treatment, they signed his death warrant.

Now Benton wants to make them pay.

Hi,Pam.

Hello?

I need some help. I-I'm
stuck in the elevator.

Hello?

Talk to me,Adam.

According to the on-duty nurse, Lisa Kim
left the hospital about ten minutes ago,

and she never checked out.

Hello?

Uh,is anyone there? Can you hear me?

I'm stuck in an elevator!

What floor are you on?

The... The 20th.

That's very high,Lisa.

Victor? Is that you?

Hey,Mac,no one's seen
her leave the building.

Elevator's not working. We got
an elevator malfunction here.

You know what's going on?

All right, I'm looking at the main
access control for the hospital elevators.

Looks like there's been a cyber
security violation from the outside.

It's Benton.

Yeah,he's got the whole system jammed up,
and an elevator holding on the 20th floor.

Benton's hijacked the elevator.

He's holding Kim on the
20th floor-- we're going up.

Victor,what's going on?

We can't bypass the system,Mac.

Keep trying.

Come on,guys. There's got
to be something we can do.

How do you feel,Lisa? Shut in?

I remember you telling me about
your fear of enclosed spaces.

How they made you feel...

like you were suffocating.

Let me out of here! Please? Please!

No one can hear you.

People working,somebody?
Somebody,please! Somebody!

No,not anymore.

They're all gone.

You're lying. You're lying. Help!

This floor is being
painted later tonight.

Didn't you get the memo I sent?

I can't breathe! I can't breathe.

I'm so sorry about that,Lisa.

Please... Please...

You want me to help you?

You want me to save your life.

Why would I do that,Lisa?

I'm sorry.

I didn't have a choice.

Apologies-- that's all I ever
heard from you and Dr. Evans.

You knew me.

You knew what I was going through.

You could have found a way to help me...

but you didn't.

We weren't allowed to.

- We weren't allowed to.
- Right. Right.

The corporation...

isn't in the charity business,hm?

They made that...

quite clear to me. Every time I...

spoke to someone, they
said the same thing:

"I'm sorry,Mr. Benton.

"I wish I could help you, Mr. Benton.

"I wish...

"we didn't have to take
your bed,Mr. Benton.

"If your insurance hadn't...run out,

"we could do something
for you, "Mr. Benton.

"We wished you the best, "Mr. Benton.

Thank you for calling."

- Miss Kim?
- Miss Kim?

Here! Here!

We need something to leverage it open.

Miss Kim?

I'm Detective Taylor from
the New York Crime Lab.

I'm gonna get you out of there.

- Hold on.
- Mac.

Miss Kim.

Mac! It's moving! Come on!

Come on.

You all right?

Taylor.

- We found Victor Benton.
- How?

Benton was too busy terrorizing Lisa
Kim to realize he left his flank exposed.

So I pulled out the old Trojan horse,
ran a back trace and got an I.P.address.

And I got a street address
for you,too-- it's in Brooklyn.

Call Flack,tell him to
meet us on site with backup.

Silent approach-- I don't want
Benton to know we're coming.

Mac Taylor.

I tried your office, but
they said you were out.

You're not the only case I'm working on.

It would be...

if you hadn't spoiled my plans.

What would putting Lisa Kim
in the morgue accomplish?

She needed to feel...

what it's like...

to be helpless and forgotten.

She suffers from severe claustrophobia.

She could've died in that elevator.

That's what happens when one
doesn't get the help they need.

You remember when your father...

needed help, don't you?

And he got it.

Well,I wasn't given that option.

You won't get sympathy from me.

You have a problem with the health care
system-- you found three scapegoats.

Don't you see... Detective?

That's the lesson here.

I needed to... put Lisa Kim,Aaron
Dexter and Dr. Evans in my shoes...

to make them understand.

You have a message,
write your congressman.

Where'd you say you were?

I didn't.

- He knows we're coming.
- Yeah.

Hawkes!

Flack,get an ambulance.

One,two,three, four,five,six,

- seven,eight...
- Come on.

You should have let me die.

Maybe I should have.

Now the city has to keep you alive,
'cause you're entitled to a fair trial.

Don't worry, I won't make it that far.

Oh,come on...

do you think I wanted to kill people...

to get the treatment I needed?

I told you,you're not gonna
get any sympathy from me.

I don't want your sympathy, Detective.

Then you understand, if your father
hadn't been given chemotherapy,

he would have died a
lot earlier than he did.

My father wasn't a rich man.

So the help he got in his
final days, it wasn't much.

But unlike you...

he didn't blame everyone for his fate.

He knew he was dying, and he took
comfort in the fact that it was his time.

My father died courageously, with his
family around him, looking up to him.

But I'm certain,Detective...

if he hadn't gotten the
treatment... he needed...

you... would've done
whatever had to be done...

in order to see him live...another day,

even it meant breaking the law.

You would have done that
to honor your father.

You think you know me because
you read a few stories?

You have no idea who I am.

But I know who you are.

You're a coward.

I put guys like you away every day.

That's how I honor my father.

When'd you get in?

A few hours ago.

The Silver Star.

Damn. You did good,son.

Thank you,sir.

So,what does Claire think about
you considering plans to...

retire from the Corps?

She,uh,says it's my decision,
but I think she'd be happy to...

settle down someplace and
have me home for a while.

You stay close to her,son.

She's a good woman.

Yes,sir.

Your mother tells me you got
offered that job in New York.

What are you gonna do?

I'm not sure.

New York City Police Department's
the best in the country.

You've had your war,son.

- Take the job.
- Dad...

Claire's from New York,hm?

She has family there.

You're gonna need their help when...

babies start coming.

Whoa,Dad.

We just got married,Dad.

And I was thinking that maybe I'd...

if I do retire, maybe I'd move
back to Chicago for a while.

No,son.

There's no need for you to be here.

I've had a good life.

You need to live yours.

- Dad...
- You've served... your country,Mac.

Pick up the phone.

Make the call. Take the job.

Promise me...

you'll make the call.

I promise.

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