(dance music playing)
(indistinct conversation)
♪ Higher, higher, higher ♪
♪ Up-up, up-up, up, up-up-up-up, up, up, up-up... ♪
MAN (laughs): Yeah.
(inhales deeply)
Right!
(dance music continues)
Bob?
Kenneth!
Thomas! Hey!
I was just telling this beautiful young woman here
how you guys fired me because money's tight.
Not as tight as your asses.
Am I right or am I right, huh? Right?
What are you doing here, Bob?
Hmm?
How'd you get on the boat?
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.
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.
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(siren wails)
(camera clicking)
♪ ♪
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.
(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 of the victim's shir.
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,
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)
(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)
(Flack vomiting)
(coughs, groans)
(toilet flushes)
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...
thank you.
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!
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)
Please, walk away.
(sobbing)
(thud)
Oh, God.
(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.
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