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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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(water dripping)
(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)
♪ 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, 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.
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)
♪ ♪
(rats squeaking)
♪ ♪
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.
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.
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.
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...
voilà.
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.
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
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.
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?
(siren wails, stops)
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.
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)
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!
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, sautéed 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.
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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