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I walked up
that ramp thingy.

You shouldn't
be here.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Let me see
if I understand this.

You guys can fire me

after claiming $23 million
in profit this quarter,

but I can't enjoy
a cocktail on your floating,

glass-encased boat
of greed and betrayal?

(whispers):
What's the girl's name
I'm talking to?

Why don't you go inside
and chill out, Bob.

You think she'll
visit me in prison?

What the hell

are you
talking about?

(gunshot)

(people screaming)

Beg me for your life.

Beg me not to kill you.

Take it easy.
I'm sure we don't...

Get on your knees!

Take it easy, Bob.

Get on your knees!

You pathetic piece of garbage.

(people screaming)

What are we
looking at, Stella?

Murder-suicide
with a twist.

Only our shooter

wasn't the one
who committed suicide.

Why is O'Reilly
doing the interview?

Thought Flack
was on today.

He is.

Didn't show up; I can't
reach him on his cell.

How do you want to play it?

I'll call his C.O., have him
put him down for a day off.

Walk me through it.
Yeah.

Our shooting vic
is Kenneth Grant.

He's a hedge fund player,
and he and his partners were

celebrating the recession
with a little party,

when Bob over there decided to
put one right in his forehead.

Apparently, he wasn't satisfied
with Kenneth's hedging.

He's about to take out one of
the other partners when...

Our jumper saves the day.

That's quite a
fall from grace.

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

¶ Out here in the fields ¶

¶ I fight for my meals ¶

¶ I get my back into my living ¶

¶ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ¶

Forgive me.

BONASERA:
Hey.

On your own two feet and
looking good, Messer.

Not bad, huh?
First the wheelchair,

now no more cane.

Done.
Yeah.

You know, that was one
of the scariest moments

and I'll never forget
it when you said

you couldn't
move your legs.

When I saw the blood
on my hands, I mean, I thought

that was it.

Yeah, well, it
wasn't your time.

Yeah, let's go with that.

So what's up with
this thing this morning?

I mean, this guy's
on a boat full of people.

What's he gonna do,
swim to London?

Well, been better off
just to swim directly to Rikers.

Yeah. I mean, I'm not
complaining, you know.

Slam dunk and a suicide?

Easiest stretch
we had in a while.

Yeah, I can always use
the overtime, but having dinner

at a normal hour
tonight sounds great.
(chuckles)

(cell phones ringing)
Ah.

Sid.
Mac.

BOTH:
You jinxed it.

(chuckles)

Mac, what's up?

You hear from Flack?
No, I haven't,

and he's not answering his
cell either. What's going on?

I need you to run over to his
apartment and see if he's there.

Yeah, of course.
Anything you need.

You still have
his spare key, right?

Yeah, I got it.

Use it.
If he's sleeping one off,

throw his ass in the shower.

Call me when you get there.

All right, you got it.

Lieutenant Sythe.

Detective Taylor.

You got a sec?

Let me guess.

This have to do with Flack?

You put him down as AWOL yet?

Not yet, no.

Good.

Got a few guys
looking for him,

checking his usual haunts.

I wouldn't bother.

You're not gonna find him there.

He's taking the day off.

Is that right?

Figured I'd come down,
tell you in person.

That's, uh, very kind of you,
Detective.

I hope Flack appreciates all
the trouble you've gone through.

And the trouble
you can get into.

Yeah, well,
he'd do the same for me.

We good?

Good.

(siren wailing)

There are 206 bones
in the human body.

Richard Caldrone
broke 204 of them.

Well, jumping off a bridge
has a tendency to do that.

The lone survivors were
the left pinkie toe

and the stapes,

here in the right ear.

Little sucker is only
one tenth of an inch.

99.02912621359224%

of his bones broken.

And yet...

Don't.

Aw, don't, Sid.

I was just gonna make plans
for dinner tonight.

Ooh, where?

Just say it.

Your jumper was shot
in the chest.

Entered here.

And as you can see,
lodged in this area.

Is that the C.O.D.?

Well, I suppose
it would've been.

It did hit the heart,
he would have bled out.

But the fall probably killed him
before the bullet had a chance.

Well, it's an odd place
to shoot yourself.

And I didn't find any stippling
pattern on the clothes,

which means that the gun was
fired from at least three feet.

There's some bruising
on the wrists.

He may have been tied up.

Your murder was staged
to look like a suicide.

I know he hanged his victims,

but could this be
the Compass Killer?

No, we didn't find
any of the signatures.

I mean,
the Compass Killer always

leaves a note of remorse
and a compass with each body.

The only other thing
I found was this.

Some sort of fiber.

Lifted it off
the victim's shirt.

Sorry about dinner.

No, you're not.

(chuckles)

Why don't you

give me that bullet
as soon as you retrieve it?

I need to match it with the gun.

You have the gun?

No.

But if the killer dumped
the body off the bridge,

then he probably
tossed the gun off, too.

TAYLOR:
Listen up, Hawkes.

You've been through this before,

but those currents
are strong and unpredictable.

You be careful down there,

and if there's trouble,
you signal, okay?

Got it.
All right,

your audio should be working.
Can you hear me

inside the gear?
Loud and clear.

All right, we got you
on this end, too.

Here's your camera.

(cell phone ringing)

Danny.

You get to Flack's?

I'm here now, Mac,
and this place is a wreck.

What'd you find?

Well, it doesn't look like
he's paying his bills.

Definitely been drinking.

Danny, go to
the front closet.

Top shelf?

Hold on.

No, I got it. It's here.

Good.

At least he's smart enough
to leave his gun at home.

Yeah, what next?

Hit his local spots.

If he's not there,
track down his sister.

Maybe she knows
where he is.

All right, will do.

All right, guys,
I've hit the bottom.

Copy that.

No word on Flack, huh?

Not yet.

Danny's gonna hit
his local bars.

Hopefully he finds
him on a stool,

drinking a Guinness and
singing "Danny Boy,"

before people start
asking questions.

I could be down here
forever, Mac.

The shooter could have tossed
the gun anywhere

along the bridge.

TAYLOR:
Hang in there, buddy.

Circle back and extend out
another five yards.

After that, we pull the plug.

Copy that.

You seeing this?

BONASERA:
A compass.

You've got to be
kidding me.

He's back.

The Compass Killer is back.

It was resting on
the bed of the river.

Hardly anything
on top of it.

Just a little sand.

Leaving the compass is
part of his signature.

I don't think he tossed
it in the river.

Must have gone over
the bridge with the vic
and fallen out of his pocket.

It's definitely
the Compass Killer.

The needle's permanently
facing east.

He glued it,
just like the others.

But why change his M.O.?

I don't think
he had a choice.

Something happened up there.

Hey, guys, looks like
we're being watched.

Detective Mac Taylor.

I need a level
one mobilization.

Aviation, K-9,
all available units,

to the 59th Street Bridge.

Suspect is on foot, wearing
a green hooded sweatshirt,

heading eastbound
toward Queens.

We lost him.

(groaning)

(angry yell)

(gasping)

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I thought you weren't
going out today.

I shouldn't have.

I'm sorry.

Look at me.

Baby.

Look at me.

I'm okay. Really.

You know, that's what I want--

for you to be okay.

For us to be okay.

I know. We will be.

I'm almost done.

Done with what?

Making it go away.

I'm gonna make it all
go away.

I have more work to do.

(train wheels squeaking)

(music seeping
through earbuds)

(door closing)

(door clanking)

(groans)

(groans)

(coughs)

Yo, drop the knife.

Don't tempt me. I'll shoot you
like it's nothing. Feel me?

Drop the knife.

Okay, you, toss the wallet.

Now.

Okay, back up.

CONDUCTOR:
Next stop, 58th Street. 58th.

Go.

Damn, you stink!
Get up!

Come on, man.

Dario Gonzales, custodian.

Hanged on Ellis Island.

Carole Hillcroft...

(muffled yell)

...therapist.

Hanged in
the Triborough Gardens.

And now Richard Caldrone--

Bouncer at McShay's Bar.

Shot on the 59th Street Bridge.

Three victims in a month
and a half.

Each one staged to
look like a suicide.

Each one, the Compass Killer
left a note of remorse.

BONASERA: And a compass with
the needle in a fixed position.

North, south and east.

So he's got one vic left.

Should go down somewhere on
the west side presumably.

I want to go over all the
evidence. Connect the dots.

With respect to the
handwritten notes--

The one that was
found on the bridge

is a match

to the first two.

Same handwriting, same
vintage paper and ink

used in the 1964
World's Fair.

So here's what we've got.

"I shouldn't have tried
to make a fast buck."

"I should have written
a letter when I had the chance."

And now,
"I should have stayed awake."

Each note ends
the same way.
"I'm sorry."

He could be talking
about the victims,

he could be talking
about himself.

And, so far, there's
absolutely nothing

linking our victims.

We've mined
every database.

Tracked their
employment records
back 20 years.

There's no sheet
that connects them.

They must have done something
to piss this guy off.

Adam, what about the trace we
found on the bouncer's shirt?

ROSS:
Thought they were
just white fibers

that transferred from
the killer to the vic.

But it was actually
It's actually Mycelia.

It's a vegetative
mushroom root.

Which helps me not
even a little bit.

But I'm looking into it.

Sid ran a tox screen
on the Richard Caldrone.

There's high levels
of Clonazepam.

Most likely it was injected,

but we didn't find
any puncture wounds

during the autopsy

because of the damage
to the body.

So he used a sedative
to overpower him.

(yells)

The sedative must've worn off,
and the plan changed.

So he already placed the compass
in the vic's pocket

when he dumped him
over the side.

It fell out
on the way down.

And after the shooting,
he had to get out of
there pretty quick.

Which is why he had to return
to leave the note.

North, south, east.

I want answers before we find
another body on the west side.

Stella...

Nothing from Flack?

Danny went to all
his usual spots,

and we're running out
of places to look.

And running out of time.

Let's triangulate his phone.

(hip-hop beat plays)

¶ Tick-tock, zig-zag ¶

¶ Zig-zig, bump... ¶

(song continues muffled,
indistinctly)

Flack, yo.

No falling asleep, baby.

Wake your ass up.

Okay, come on...
come on...

Shh!

(cell phone buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

(buzzing continues)

Flack, let's keep it
moving, man.

You being in my crib
ain't a good look for me.

Why you let yourself
get beat down like
that, man?

That's not mourning.
That's something else.

(banging)
Yo, T, open up!

I know you in there, son!

Yo, stay here
and be quiet.

Hey, Mac,

we got a location off
of Flack's cell phone.

From the look
on your face,
it's not good.

East 98th
North Brooklyn--

not exactly Flack's
neighborhood,

Keeping it quiet,
but I'm worried

something might have
happened to him.

All we have is
the location of
his cell phone.

We're not even sure
Flack's there.

I'll handle it.

When I'm off dealing
with this,

I need you to hold down the fort

and stay on top
of the Compass Killer.

Fine.

You be careful.

Yo, T, what's up?!

(banging)
Open up the door, man!

Yo, Deke, son, you can't be
coming over here

all unexpected like that.

Yo, my dude, just open up
the damn door, man!

Yo, open up the door, son!

Who you think you are
bogarting my place?!

Pulling a gun out
on me, you best be
ready to use it.

DEACON:
Yo, T, chill out, yo.
We just lookin'

for a placed to hide out.

Remember that punk JG
from Bushwick

who jacked us
a few years back?

We took the liberty
of reminding him

that what goes around

comes right back around
to our pockets.

I guess karma be like that.

But you can't stay here, yo.

What's the problem?

There ain't no problem,
Gigantaw.

It's all good.
We out of here, man.

Check this, though.

Just 'cause you
out the game,

don't mean
the game stops.

Remember that.

We out of here.
Man, let's go, dawg.

Hey, you got mushrooms for me?

I got mushrooms.

The fibers Sid pulled
off our bouncer's shirt

is an organic plant mixture
used for insulation:

Greensulate.
It's eco-friendly,

it regulates heat
just as well

as Styrofoam
insulation.

The thing is, while Styrofoam
melts under extreme heat...

The mushroom stays cool
under fire;

low-tech biotech.

But it still doesn't explain
how cutting-edge insulation

got on our vic.

Maybe not, but it's
a great place to start.

Ecovative Design has
been developing

Greensulate for the
past six months,

and according
to their client list,

they've only
contracted out

to three different
places in the city.

Crestridge Psychiatric
is still under construction.

It's a great place to get
exposed to insulation.

Hopefully, a perfect place
to get a lead

on the Compass Killer.

I'll pass this on
to Danny. Good job.

Hey-o, Terrence,
this has been fun and all,

but you should probably get
some new friends.

Your boys are like walking
parole violations.

What's the matter,
did I hurt your feelings?

Did you get sensitive
all of a sudd...?

I ain't trying
to have

no cop convention
up in here.

But you two need
some quality time,

so I'm gonna give you-all
five minutes.

I would appreciate
if you left the
back way.

Same way you came up.

Terrence...

What do you want to hear, Mac?

It's just one of those days.

You can do better than that.

All right, fine.
It won't happen again.

You're damn right.

I'm making it official.

Do what you gotta do.

Hey, let's be clear.

Part of me wants
to take this badge off

and settle this another way.

Get out of my face.

Hey!

(gasps)
We're in the

middle of a murder investigation
and you go AWOL?

I can handle myself.

Oh, yeah?
Is that what

you're doing here
in this apartment?

Is that why I had
to get this from Terrence?

Is that why I had

to have Stella
triangulate
your phone

and Danny check the ERs
to see if you turned up dead?!

You can keep telling people
that you're fine,

but that won't work.

It's been eating at me, Mac.

When Angel was killed,

all I wanted to do
was make it right!

We did that.

Justice was served

because we did our jobs.
You weren't there

with me and Simon Cade!

I stood over that bastard!

I looked him in the eyes,
and I...

Whatever happened is
between you and your God.

I'm not your priest!

What I do need to know is
whether I can count on you.

MESSER:
Ecovative Design lists
your hospital

as installing Greensulate.

Updating our insulation
is an important step

in our renovation.

We pride ourselves on
being a state- of-the-art

psychiatric facility.

Long way from
the cuckoo's nest, huh?

Ms. Duke, have you seen
either of these men?

I haven't seen him.

Please,

innocent people have died.
Do you recognize this man?

It's possible it might be
Hollis Eckhart.

He was a patient here.

Delusional schizophrenic.

We believe the schizophrenia
was brought on

by post-traumatic stress
disorder.

For the most part,

we didn't have any problems
with him until a month ago.

Eckhart disappeared
from the facility.

What are you talking about,
disappeared?

I mean, he walked
right out the front door

without anyone noticing.

And how does

a mental patient escape
from a hospital exactly?

We try to give

our patients dignity
and freedom,

but that doesn't
always work out.

It's an embarrassing
situation,

one we hoped would work
itself out.

We kept Eckhart's room intact
in case he ever returned.

Good.

We'd like to see it.

(camera shutter clicking)

Okay, this is good.

Eckhart's hospital photo
matches our sketch.

Stell, you recognize this guy?

Yeah, it looks

like Dario Gonzales,
Compass Killer's first vic.

And that looks like
Carole Hillcroft.

Which would make
our third portrait...

Richard Caldrone.

Danny, we just identified
the Compass Killer.

Now who's this?

"To my beautiful, Calliope,

the sun's rays are always
jealous of you."

Who's Calliope?

Remember the compass we found
on Dario Gonzales?

It had an engraving
on the back.

from the initial C.E.

Calliope Eckhart?

That's right.

It's gotta be
his wife.

All right. So, hopefully,
she can tell us where he is.

No, it's not gonna be possible.

According to this,
she was murdered two years ago.

Hey, Mac.

I got your message.
You wanted to talk?

Actually,
I want to apologize.

These last couple months,
I've been...

I've been pretty messed up.

And you've shown me
a hell of a lot

of patience and support.

And you didn't have to.

So, thank you.

I'm sorry.

Everybody mourns
differently, Don.

I know a lot of your behaviors
had to do with Angel's death.

There's also been
something else.

I don't need to
hear about it.

I just need to know
that you've dealt with it

and it's done.

I crossed the line.

And I'll live with that.

But it will
never happen again.

What's most important to me now
is that I re-earn your trust.

We compared DNA from the
Compass Killer's first victim

to Hollis Eckhart's
hospital blood samples.

It's a match.

Eckhart is the Compass Killer.

So now, we just need
to find him.

Well, we looked
at his old address.

There's a family
living there now.

He was originally
picked up in Queens

for assault, but was declared
to be mentally ill.

ADAM:
These are the clothes
he was wearing

at the time he was admitted
to the hospital.

And I found trace of Clonazepam

on the front
of his shirt.

No! No!

No! Don't!

No! No!

Don't!

That's the same sedative
he used on Richard Caldrone.

(grunts)

You can tell a lot about
a guy by his shoes.

These have a concoction

with a mix of epoxy,
poly matrix and brass alloy.

I'm still trying to figure out
what this trace is.

If we can figure out where
Eckhart's shoes have been,

it could give us an idea
of places he might revisit.

I'm on it, boss.

Think I might
have something.

This is the 911 call

from the day
Eckhart's wife was murdered.

I worked the case.

This guy
lived through a massacre.

OPERATOR (on recording):
Mrs. Eckhart,
are you still there?

CALLIOPE (on recording):
Yes. There's a man
down the hall.

He has a gun.
He shot the receptionist.

OPERATOR:
Is the shooter
still in the office?

(gun firing on tape)

CALLIOPE:
Oh, God! He's right outside!

That was two years ago.

The spree shooting at
the City Surveyor's Office.

Eckhart was division manager
at the time.

According
to witness statements,

he received a visit
from his wife.

FLACK:
They were
celebrating his birthday.

Wow. It's beautiful.

Oh...

I love it.
Thank you.

The receptionist got into
an argument with her boyfriend.

MAN:
Where the hell were
you last night?

WOMAN:
I was home.
You're crazy.

Wait here.

You don't answer
your cell phone!

That's not an answer.
WOMAN: Get off me!

I know you're
sleeping with him!

I didn't do anything!

It got heated,
then that got deadly.

I said shut your mouth!

(gun firing, people screaming)

Get under the desk!
Under the desk!

Call 911.
Get under there.

(shots firing)

And that's when Mrs.
Eckhart made the call?

Yeah, but by then,
it was already too late.

OPERATOR:
Is the shooter still
in the office?

I don't know. I don't know.
Just send the police!

(shot fires)

(shots firing)

(firing, man screams)

(woman screams, firing)

Stay down there.
Stay down.

OPERATOR:
Stay on the line, ma'am.

CALLIOPE:
Oh, God! Oh, God.

What happened
with Eckhart?

Don't come in here!

Walk away!

Please, walk away.
(sobbing)

(thud)
Oh, God.

(hyperventilating)

(Calliope screaming, shot fires)

Ten people were shot.

Five casualties,

including the shooter,
who took his own life.

Eckhart, obviously,
he's a man in deep pain.

Doesn't give him an excuse
to take it out on others.

No, but it does give him
plenty of motive, though.

I'm thinking his vics

were somehow connected
to this massacre.

We need to find that connection

and stop this murderous
cycle once and for all.

Unis found Caldrone's
car in Long Island.

They're bringing it in now.

Check it out. See
if there's any trace

that can lead us to Eckhart.

Okay.

We've got high velocity
blood spatter back here.

Judging from the path

of the spray, it definitely
came from our vic.

No signs of struggle
in the interior.

But the trunk's
a whole different story.

Our vic might
have been tied up

'cause these look
like rope shavings.

He was
definitely tied up,

but he didn't
stay that way.

So when Eckhart
opened this trunk,

Caldrone had free hands.

You don't want
to surprise a man with a gun.

If Eckhart was the one
who tied that rope,

he might have left
some trace behind.

Hey.

We got two leads
on the Compass Killer.

Adam got a hit
on the cake trace

from the soles
of Eckhart's shoes.

It's Terrazzo.

Still trying to find out
where that leads us.

But Hawkes did
a chemical analysis

on the rope fibers we collected
out of Caldrone's trunk.

We have peaks for
Petrodiesel and Bromine.

Gasoline and a water
cleaning agent.

Also have peaks
for Morphine and Codeine.

Public water samples
from every part of this city

reflect the narcotics being
flushed through each system.

We ran the trace against
reclaimed water samples

from around the city and found

that it comes from a
public water treatment
facility in Queens.

You get a list of the
locations it services?

200 neighborhoods
around the borough.

But... the biggest
recipient by far

is the sprinkler system
at Flushing Meadows.

Flushing Meadows recently
opened an exhibit

commemorating the
World's Fair.

Which means plenty
of tour busses.

And plenty of diesel fuel.

The Rocket Park is
in Flushing Meadows.

And the Tent of Tomorrow.

Looks like his drawings
just became our compass.

(distorted sirens wailing)

Thank you.

That's him!

Two plain clothes detectives

chasing a murder suspect
in Corona Park.

I need K9, aviation and all
available units to respond!

(helicopter rotors whirring)

Go, go.

(sirens wailing)

You see him?

No, you?
No.

(tires screeching)

Aerial team,
any sign of...

Negative.
No sign of suspect.

(tires screech)

We got this entire place
covered, end to end.

There's no way this guy
disappeared into thin air.

(sirens wailing,
helicopter blades whirring)

I want every inch
of this place searched.

We will find this guy.

Sync by honeybunny