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Previously on CSI:NY:

Do you know
who this is?

RACHEL:
Might be Hollis Eckhart.
He was a patient here.

We believe the schizophrenia
was brought on

by posttraumatic stress
disorder.

MESSER:
Stell, you
recognize this guy?

BONASERA:
Yeah. It looks
like Dario Gonzales.

Compass Killer's first vic.

And that looks like
Carol Hillcroft.

(gasps)

Which would make our
third portrait...?

Richard Caldrone.

Now, who's this?

BONASERA:
"To my beautiful Calliope.

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

MESSER:
Calliope Eckhart.

BONASERA:
It's his wife.

MESSER:
Wow, so, hopefully,
she can tell us where he is.

BONASERA:
No. It's not going
to be possible.

According to this,
she was murdered two years ago.

Danny, we just identified
the Compass Killer.

Hollis Eckhart!
That's him!

(sirens wailing)

We got this entire place
covered end to end.

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

I want every inch
of this place searched.

We will find this guy.

(indistinct radio transmission)

The trace we found on the bottom
of Hollis Eckhart's shoe

was a definite match
to the old New York map

in the Tent of Tomorrow.

Then we know the Compass Killer
is here somewhere.

Question is: Where?

We've locked down the entire
park since last night.

Nobody gets in or out of here
without going by us first.

We got K-9, foot patrol--
you name it.

Still no sign of him.

MAN (over speaker):
Detective Taylor,

we are ready
for infrared capability.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

Time to go high-tech, huh?

Hollis Eckhart has over 1,200
acres in this park to hide in.

Maybe the infrared camera
in that chopper can finally

help us flush him out
of Flushing Meadows.

MAN (over speaker):
We have an unusually high
heat signature

in the northwest quadrant.

Heat source is within ten yards.

You seeing anything?

No.

But it says someone's here.

You think Hollis
Eckhart's down there?

We're about
to find out.

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� I fight for my meals �

� I get my back into my living �

� Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. �

(quietly):
I'll check with Water and Sewer,

find out where
this tunnel leads.

(beeps)

(music playing in distance)

Mac, are you
hearing music?

Yeah.

(faintly): � Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� And she's always
gone too long �

� Any time she goes away �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� It's not warm
when she's away �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� And she's always
gone too long �

� Any time she goes away �
(squeaking)

� Wonder this time
where she's gone �

� Wonder if she's gone to stay �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� And this house
just ain't no home �

� Any time she goes away �

� And I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know �

� I know, I know, I know �

� I know, I know,
I know, I know... �

(needle scratches on record)

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� It's not warm
when she's away �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� And she's always
gone too long �

� Any time she goes away �

� Wonder this time
where she's gone �

� Wonder if she's gone to stay �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� And this house
just ain't no home �

� Any time she goes away �

� And I know, I know,
I know, I know �

� I know, I know, I know,
I know �

� And I know, I know,
I know, I know �

� I know, I know, I know,
I know �

� Wonder this time
where she's gone �

� Wonder if she's gone to stay �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� And this house
just ain't no home �

� Any time she goes away �

� And I know, I know,
I know, I know �

� I know, I know,
I know, I know �

� I know, I know, I know,
I know �

� I know, I know,
I know, I know �

� I know, I know, I know,
I know �

� I know, I know,
I know, I know �

� I know, yeah �

� I can't leave
that thing alone �

� But ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone �

� Only darkness every day �

� Ain't no sunshine
when she's gone... �

(loud whirring)

� Any time she goes away... �

Just an old generator?

So, where are we
and where the hell is he?

Hollis Eckhart knows
we're closing in.

Which means he's out
there somewhere,

hunting his next victim.

(panting)

We lost Eckhart

in the park just
after midnight.

He clearly
hid down here.

Might have left within
minutes of our arriving.

So I want every
storm and sewer line

within the immediate vicinity
of this park searched.

Eckhart could still be
in one of these tunnels.

Armed and dangerous.

We got it, Mac.
Hey.

You watch yourself.

I'm good.
I got my sea legs.

Go.

We're standing

in "The Underground Home."

It was a pavilion

in the '64 New York
World's Fair.

20 feet below the ground in
a concrete Cold War bunker.

When the fair closed, they just
trucked in some topsoil

and left it right here.

For Hollis Eckhart to call home.

Wonder how he knew about it?

He was a surveyor.

Probably studied
every inch of this city,

above and below ground.

Question is: Where is he now?

Well, his first three vics
were north, south, and east,

so he's definitely
headed west.

We need to collect everything
we can from this place.

Something could lead us
to his next victim.

(camera shutter clicking)

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(rats squeaking)

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ROSS:
How are the surveillance feeds
coming along down there?

We'll be live in
one minute, Adam.

We're completely tapping
the NYPD surveillance system,

over 3,000 cameras

around the city
at our disposal,

and a live audio link
to every detective in the field.

Good. Priority is the West Side.

Closely monitor crowds

for automated
facial recognition.

If anyone even remotely
looks like Eckhart,

you call me right away.

You need more eyes on
the screens, let me know.
Got it.

(water dripping)

ROSS:
Danny, our audio

and video feeds are now live.

Got ya, Adam.

I've got your back.

Let me know if you spot him.

NYPD.

Show me your hands.

Adam, in pursuit of suspect!

Roosevelt and 126th!

Are you getting this, Adam?
Got it, boss.

Roosevelt Avenue, Queens.

Communication channel 12.

Take him down
if you have to, Danny.

Don't let him get away.
I don't have a clean shot.

He's on the street.

Here we go, 126th.

(car horn honking)

(tires squealing
and horn honking)

Flack, you see him?
Negative.

Mac, we lost him.

Not for long.
Bring up that side street.

ROSS:
There he goes,

west on Willets Point.

Danny, he's half a block
up Willets Point.

Go that way.

He's 100 feet ahead of you.

Right at the corner.

I don't see him.
Do you have a visual?

Take a right.

I got him. I got him.

TAYLOR:
Don't let him out of your sight.

I'm on his heels, Mac.

Come on, come on, come on.

TAYLOR:
He just rounded the fence.

I got him.

TAYLOR:
Don't lose him, Danny.

Don't lose him.
Not a chance.

We got him, Danny.

He just ducked into an alley

between 37th and 38th.

Put your hands on your head
right now.

Slow, nice and slow.

Mac, it's not him.

I repeat:

This is not Hollis Eckhart.

I telling you, I only went
down there to stay warm.

Then why'd you run?
'Cause I was scared, man.
You don't get it.

Some punk already got
the jump on me once today.

(yelling)

Get a good look at him?
Yeah.

I only wish I hadn't.

He put the hurt on me
pretty good, and...

You're not supposed
to be here!

(grunts)

His face was all...

It looked like a horror movie.
That's all I can tell you.

Did he say anything to you?

Yeah, once he chilled out
a little bit.

Now that you are here...

you're gonna stay.

No, okay.

Almost seemed sorry
for what he did,

even gave me his jacket.

Told me I could keep it if
I stayed down in the tunnel

another couple hours.
This jacket?

Yeah.

All right, hand it over.

You ain't gonna take it
from me, are you?
Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Take it off.

Did you see where
he went after that?

I don't know.

Hey, thanks, man.

That was nice of you.

Thanks.

I'm back.

Mac, so it looks
like Eckhart

was just trying
to buy himself some time.

Want to give us new directions?

Let me get back to you.

Let's focus on all
surveillance points

between a two-, five-,
and ten-mile radius

of the manhole they just exited.

Facial recognition

and body shape similarities.

Done.

(typing)

(computer clicking)

(beep)

BONASERA:
Hawke.

This is a picture
of Hollis Eckhart,

age three.

We recovered it
in the Underground Home.

I ran it through some
simulated aging software.

BONASERA:
Definitely a match.

Yeah, but the background
on the original photo

was faded, so with
some contrast

and correction tools...

voil�.

New York World's Fairgrounds.

Yeah.

BONASERA:
These are sun charts.

Yes, they plot
the sun's movements

through the sky
on any given day.

And... check this out.

And this is?

It's called a solar
illumination gauge.

This side is used to
measure the sun's path.

See those lines?
Yeah, they're for
a given latitude.

Right. So wherever the window's
reflection appears in the lens,

it tells you exactly

what times of the year

a given point will receive
direct sunlight.

Mm-hmm.
Now, take a look
at the dots.

Each dot represents
a 0.1 percent

sky factor.

That's the ratio of sunlight
inside the building

to the brightness of the sun

when it's shining outside.

So if you count
the number of dots

in the window's reflection,

you can add up the sky factor
for any given position.

Yeah, but why?

Well, land surveyors

often use the
sun's positioning

for their calculations.
That's true.

But it feels to me like
Eckhart's using all this stuff

to calculate
something much darker.

Mac, hey,
the paper fragments

I found in the bedroom
of the Underground Home--

they're a match
to the previous notes we found

on Hollis Eckhart's victims.

Another fake suicide message?
Well, it's kind
of hard to tell

when it looks
like this.

I'm on my way to the QD lab now

to see if I can clean it up.
Good.

'Cause whatever's underneath
these scratches

might just tell us
who he's after.

Yeah.

(computer beeps)

Eckhart's writings--

collected from
the Underground Home.

They read like an
accusation of guilt

directed at each
one of the victims.

Take a look.

"All the stupid bastard
had to do

"was run a permit check
the way he was supposed to

"before he sold
the damn gun

"to that butcher.

But instead he chose
to take the money and run."

Sounds like he's talking about

the first victim,
Dario Gonzales.

(computer beeps)

BONASERA:
"She was a court-appointed
shrink.

"How could she not see
he was still a threat

"to his ex-wife
and everyone else?

"How hard would
it have been

to send her a simple
warning in the mail?"

That's got to be
Carole Hillcroft.

BONASERA:
"Is that what
they paid him for,

"to take a cozy
little nap

"while Death walked by his desk

and took my angel away?"

Richard Caldrone,

the third victim.

It still doesn't make sense.

Dario Gonzales

was a maintenance man,
not a gun salesman.

Right, I know.

And Carole Hillcroft
isn't a shrink.

Richard Caldrone may have been
a nightclub bouncer,

but he was never
a security guard.

None of Eckhart's victims

are connected to the jobs
he accused them of doing,

or connected to each other.

And from everything
we've gathered,

they're not even
remotely related

to the original
act of violence

that left Eckhart's wife dead.

This might sound crazy,
but then again, so is he.

Eckhart's medical records

cite him as a delusional
schizophrenic.

He frequently accused doctors,
staff, other patients

of doing things
that they didn't.

Assigning blame to strangers

to explain
how something happened.

Right. I believe
Hollis Eckhart is incapable

of separating tragedy
from reality.

The gunman at the massacre
was able to purchase

a weapon at a pawn shop
without a permit

even after a judge ordered him
to get psychiatric counseling.

And the security guard

at the Surveyor's Office
claimed he didn't even see

the gunman enter the building
until it was too late.

In Hollis Eckhart's
fractured mind,

he draws pictures
of people

he holds responsible
for killing Calliope,

and then punishes them
one by one.

And they're not even
the real people

who might have had a hand
in her death.

No, they're just figments
of his imagination

that he draws
on a piece of paper.

And the first
innocent victim

that looks
like one of his sketches

becomes Eckhart's target.

Which means anyone in this city
could be next.

And right now...

we have no way
of knowing who that is.

Can I help you
find something?

I'll just ring you
up at the register.

Hey, buddy,
plan on paying for that?

Mr. Birnbaum?

How you doing? NYPD.

Somebody rough you up
a little bit?

You guys are about 20 minutes too late.
MESSER: Yeah, right.

So, Dispatch said
a man came

in your store and
stole some rope?

Yeah, that's one way
of putting it.

I got a full register

and a safe just waiting
for a deposit.

This assface decides
to pistol-whip me

over three bucks' worth
of lousy rope.

Can you give us a description?

Trust me, this is a fruitcake
you don't forget.

Scarred-up face,

switched-off look
behind the eyes.

This guy was messed up

inside and out.

Got any idea which way he went?

I was trying pretty hard
to play dead at that moment.

But after he stole my jacket,

I saw him go that way.

West on 48th, on foot about
a half an hour ahead of us.

Do me a favor.
If you catch the guy,

keep the rope, string him up
with it, would ya?

Yeah, we will.

(computer trilling)

(beeping)

Come on!

(sighs)

What's the problem?

(sighs)
Not all our
surveillance cameras

are outfitted with night vision.

And since the sun went down,
I'm losing a lot of views.

Then tap into
private, or even

Homeland Security feeds
if you have to.

Just keep looking.

Just keep looking.

Just keep looking.

I got this. I got this.

All right,
let's get these

to Layout as quickly
as possible.

More evidence
from the Underground Home?

That's just what we could fit
into the elevator.

Eckhart must have been holed up
down there for a while.

Probably ever
since he escaped

from Crestridge
Psychiatric Hospital.

Yeah. Most of it is
period stuff.

Explains all the trace
evidence we found

at previous crime scenes
relating to the 1960s.

He's a killer obsessed
with the past.

Or trapped there.

Eckhart suffers from acute PTSD.

And according
to his medical records,

he has bullet fragments lodged

in the temporal lobe
of his brain.

Nothing in this world
is real to him.

Well, let's hope there's
something real in those boxes

so we can uncover the method

to his madness.

(beeps)

(trilling)

Get anything
on that suicide note?

Yeah. It's not a suicide note.

It's another sketch.

Like the ones
we found at the asylum

of Eckhart's first three
victims.

Lindsay, this could be
the fourth.

Yeah, well, the video spectral
comparator gave some improvement

to the image,
but I don't think
we're gonna get

the kind of detail we need
to make any kind of an I.D.

Try 3-D forensic
handwriting analysis.

Based on the indentations,
maybe it will help

identify which pencil layers
were applied last.

Then you can remove them.

Will do. But, Mac,

you can practically feel

Eckhart's rage in the way
he scratched this drawing out.

If you ask me...

he hated this victim
more than everybody else.

� �

� �

(trilling)

(sighs)
I just finished
my third cup of coffee.

Figured you could
probably use one.
Oh, thanks, Stella.

Thought we weren't supposed
to drink in the lab?

We aren't, but at some point,

the human body either
requires sleep

or massive quantities
of caffeine.

God bless you.

How's it going here?

Mm, great

if you like playing "Guess Who?"
one pixel at a time.

Hollis Eckhart
doesn't make it easy.

No, he doesn't.

But then again,
he didn't have it very easy.

Imagine losing somebody
you loved like that.

His wife came
to see him at work,

then somebody else's boyfriend
showed up and started shooting.

(people screaming)

Under the desk.

BONASERA:
All that bloodshed,
all that fear.

The attack
at the surveyor's office

literally shattered his mind.

(whimpering)

(woman screams)

And worse than that,
it broke his heart.

That's a rage you
can't control.
No.

But it's one we've gotta stop.

(trilling)

TAYLOR:
So what are we
looking at?

Manhattanhenge.

Manhattan what?

It's a biannual phenomenon

in which the rising
or setting sun

aligns perfectly
with the east-west grid

of Manhattan's streets.

Sort of a Stonehenge-meets-
concrete-and-hot-dog-carts
kind of thing.

Huh.

Here's how I got there.

I took all
of Hollis Eckhart's charts

and ran them through the NOAA's
Solar Position Calculator.

And he was definitely plotting
the movement of the sun

for an exact date and time.

His charts show
the precise path of the sun

across New York City
for December 5

at sunrise.

What about this photograph?

That's Hollis and Calliope
Eckhart on the same day

two years ago.

All the signage
and advertising in Times Square

confirms it.

According to medical records,
Hollis Eckhart was born

on December 5.

His wife was murdered exactly
two years ago on his birthday.

So this photograph might've been
taken on the very day she died.

Plus it's facing east,
which makes that

a Manhattanhenge dawn
right behind them.

His birthday, the anniversary
of his wife's death,

and Manhattanhenge all

on the same day.
Yeah.

And that day begins again
at sunrise.

What time is it?

It's almost 4:00 A.M.

We've only got two hours.

(train wheels squeal)

(train wheels squeal)

So, where are you now, Mac?

Heading west.

Based on Eckhart's previous
murders, Flack's got

all available units

descending on every
iconic Westside

location we can think of.

Hawkes get anything
from those faded tickets?

BONASERA:
He's in Trace right now

trying to restore
the thermal ink print.

But even if he does,
there's no guarantee

it'll point you
in the right direction.

TAYLOR:
We don't have time
for guarantees.

We gotta go with our guts.

You realize this is

like looking for some kind
of crazy twisted needle

in a haystack?

Yeah, I know, Stella,

but Lindsay's
still working that sketch.

So without some kind
of specific person

or place to search for...

BONASERA:
...all we can do is hit the
same streets as Hollis Eckhart.

I know. I'm making the rounds
to see what we've got.

Keep me on the line as you go.

BONASERA: They say it's always
darkest before dawn.

TAYLOR:
Let's just hope they're right.

I know where he's going.

Hey, Stell!

Hold on, Mac.

These are two
unused tickets

for a concert by the
Philharmonic two hours

after Calliope Eckhart died.

Hey, Mac, you need to get
to Lincoln Center now.

(tires squeal)

It's Hollis Eckhart.

He's the fourth victim.

(siren wailing)

Flack, what's your 20?

I'm heading up Eighth.

Danny's over on Hudson Parkway.

No, no, no, no no. No!

Move, move, move.

(siren continues)

We have a visual!

� �

Hollis Eckhart!

Mac Taylor. NYPD!

You!

� �

(sirens wailing)

Put that gun down now!

Drop it right now!

Put your hands
in the air.

CALLIOPE:
Hollis!

What's happening?

This isn't how
it was supposed to be.

I know, baby.
None of it was.

Please don't make it worse.

I shouldn't have
asked you to come.

If you hadn't have been at my
office, you'd still be here!

But I am still here.
I am! You know that!

No! You're gone!

You're gone!

That bastard killed you!

Just like the man
who sold him the gun.

Like the shrink who
should have warned his wife!

And the guard who should have
stopped him from getting in!

But I'm just as much
to blame as them.

Don't you see that?

(sobbing):
Baby, please don't do this.

I have to.
No!

There's nothing left
for me here.

You're wrong!

Listen to your wife, Hollis.

We can help you.

Yes! You can trust him!

I lost my wife, too.

But she never really left me.

And I promise you,

Calliope won't leave you,
either.

Now, just put the gun down.

He's right, baby.

If you love me,

then please do
what he says.

(whispers):
Oh, God...

What have I done?

(sobs)

What have I done?

NEWS ANCHOR:
Authorities allege
Hollis Eckhart is responsible

for the murders
of three New Yorkers

and intended to take
his own life as well

before being apprehended
earlier this morning.

Eckhart is currently undergoing
psychiatric evaluation

pending his arraignment.

And in other news,
the New York phenomenon known

as Manhattanhenge delighted...

So what's his final note mean?

"I shouldn't have
asked her to come.

I'm sorry."

Eckhart was supposed
to meet his wife

at Lincoln Center after work.

But when he
was running late,

he told her to go to
the surveyor's office instead.

Figured if
they were going

to miss the show,
they might as well be together.

So, he blamed himself
as much as everyone else.

Maybe more.

Each man is the architect
of his own fate.

And sometimes
the fate of others.

Okay, we've got
spaghetti and meatballs,

chicken parmesan,
saut�ed vegetables.

Yum.

Garlic bread.

Can you pass it over here?

There we go.
Thank you.

And... a bag of ice.

Ah, grazie, grazie.

Enjoy.

Thank you.
Oh, that feels good,

Huh?

All right.

Got it? You okay?
Yeah.

Here's to a great team

and to getting Hollis Eckhart
off the streets.

Yes. And to reminding us
that life is fleeting

and we should hold on
to the people we love

while we can.

Cheers.
Cheers.

We did good.

We did.

Okay, I think
each and every one of us

is going to sleep well tonight.

And starting tomorrow,

I will be sleeping
in my own apartment.

Score a new pad?

Please tell me
it's not underground.

(all laugh)

Well, actually, it's just a
rent control studio off Bleeker.

Nice!

This mean I get my couch back?

(laughs)

Well, actually,
it's unfurnished.

(all laughing)

Side of meatball?

Right here.

� Sundown,
you better take care �

� If I find you been
creeping 'round my back stair �

A little bit?
A little bit?

(laughing)

� Sundown,
you better take care... �

(all chatting)

� If I find you been creeping
'round my back stair �

� Sometimes I think
it's a sin... �

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