MAN: 911. What's your emergency?
WOMAN: Yeah, I'm calling to report an accident.
WOMAN 2: This is 911. How can I help you?
(woman crying)
WOMAN 3: He's trying to get...
MAN: 911. What's your emergency?
MAN 2: My wife took a whole bottle of pills.
It was right next to her on the bed.
It looks like she's not breathing.
WOMAN 2: Can you feel a pulse?
MAN: 911. What's your emergency?
MAN 3: I'm gonna die-- you got to help me. Please!
WOMAN 2: Sir, is there someone attacking you?
MAN 3: I'm at 2405 Central Park West, east penthouse. Hurry, please!
COP: Move, move, move, move!
Whoa!
Why no lights?
We're working on it.
According to the super, this place
hasn't had electricity since Thomas Edison was alive.
Looks like he's been dead just about as long.
BONASERA: Mummification like that
rarely happens in New York-- too humid.
Conditions in this room must have been desert dry.
No evidence of putrefaction by microorganisms.
TAYLOR: Nothing to indicate the presence
of rodents or maggots feeding on the body.
BONASERA: Yeah, a slow,
steady dehydration of the flesh.
Perfectly preserved.
Do we know who this is?
FLACK Only name listed
as owner of the property is a Sam Harding.
Word is, he vacated the penthouse 80 years ago.
Place has been sealed up ever since.
What about the 911 caller
Place has been sealed up ever since.
What about the 911 caller
who said he was gonna die?
My boys searched the place,
didn't find anyone-- our mummy's
the only guy here.
So how does the dead guy call 911?
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(camera shutter clicking)
FLACK: Hey, guys.
I figured out how our dead man called 911.
Someone broke in, and we're just finding this?
FLACK: My guys swear
this room wasn't even here on the first go-round.
I don't know.
So, who calls 911, asks for help,
says they're dying,
and then cuts out before help can arrive?
BONASERA: Maybe our caller broke in,
saw the body, made the anonymous call
to lead us to the vic, and then took off.
So he pulls a B and E
to rob the place, then turns Good Samaritan?
I'll remember to thank him before I toss his ass in jail.
I don't think burglary was the motive.
This place is full of antiques.
He could have picked it clean.
Whoever broke in was here for something else.
♪ ♪
(quiet beeping)
Hi.
Are you lost?
No.
I'm not lost, but... thanks.
Okay.
Are you supposed to be here?
Do you need to see someone,
or, uh, can I help you with something?
It's just kind of strange
to have someone that doesn't work in the lab
hanging out, you know.
Deborah Martin, FBI Personnel Office.
I was cleared by Detective Mac Taylor.
And I'm here observing the lab, procedures,
work environment.
We're actually considering someone from this facility
for our own lab.
Someone from here is moving to the FBI?
Mm-hmm.
Wow.
That's a big deal.
Yes, it is.
(chuckles) It's Jake, isn't it?
It's Jake's. I mean, he's such a...
Sorry, did I cross the line?
(chuckles) Jake and I, we just, you know,
applied at the same time together,
and, I-I mean, he is...
Actually, it's Haylen Becall.
Wow. Really?
Yeah.
Wow.
Really?
(whispers): Yes.
(high-pitched chuckle)
Really?
Still yes.
Oh.
Wow.
Did you know that between 400 and 1400 A.D.
there was a common belief
that mummia was a potent medicine with curative powers.
People used to grind up mummy parts and put them
on their bodies to get well when they were sick.
Mmm, "Take two milligrams of mummy
and call me in the morning."
(laughs): Something like that.
Sid, I thought you had hobbies outside of work.
I take it my interest in the history of my profession
and the fascinating world of the postmortem
does not strike you as an...
enjoyable pastime?
Let's take him to a Jets game this weekend.
(laughs) Okay, Sid, what can you tell us about C.O.D.?
Your vic was murdered.
Cause was multiple stab wounds.
11, to be exact.
Mummification preserved every wound perfectly.
Crime of rage.
Or of passion.
Any idea when he was killed?
I was just
Any idea when he was killed?
I was just
doing the math.
These...
are Amex dentures,
made out of aluminum.
They were created for American soldiers
in 1917 as a more durable alternative to Vulcanite dentures,
but were discontinued with the Armistice of 1918.
The problem with aluminum is that
it can stop the body's ability to absorb calcium.
This can prevent bone growth
and reduce bone density.
Now...
based on the deterioration of the bone at the gum line here,
I'd say our vic
was murdered five, six years
after he got his shiny new choppers.
That would put the year of his death
somewhere around 1923.
(door opens)
FLACK: Sid,
(door opens)
FLACK: Sid,
please tell me you were able to identify that body.
No, I assumed he was the owner of the penthouse,
Sam Harding.
Mm-mm, can't be.
According to my sources, Harding died of pneumonia
30 years ago and has been pushing up daisies
in Trinity ever since.
Then who is this?
I'll find out.
(tool whirring)
(soft click)
(beeping)
(beeps)
Got a positive I.D. on our mummy.
His name is Walter Jones.
According to these articles,
Jones was a bit of a player back in the day.
One of the first venture capitalists.
Could've been bigger than Rockefeller or Vanderbilt
if he hadn't gotten himself murdered.
Looks like a lot of people might have wanted him dead.
(taps key)
Oh, yeah.
Found court records for 19 lawsuits against him.
One of them was filed by an inventor named...
Sam Harding.
The owner of the penthouse.
Sam Harding.
The owner of the penthouse.
Apparently, Jones put up seed money
for Harding's invention business, but it sounds like
their deal eventually went sour,
'cause Harding filed a suit in 1923
for patent infringement-- but it was dismissed.
Jones comes up missing shortly after.
Sam Harding had motive to make that happen.
Harding thought Jones stabbed him in the back,
and when he didn't win in court, he got revenge.
MESSER: We just solved an 86-year-old murder.
Not bad for a half a day's work.
Well, it gives us the rest of the day to tackle
the remaining unanswered questions:
Who broke into the penthouse?
And who made the 911 call?
BONASERA: Adam Ross.
Whatcha got?
Oh, uh, yeah.
I, uh... reconstructed the shattered glass
from the skylight,
and I lifted several useable prints.
The name's Richard Lawson.
Now, he's gotta be the guy that came through
the skylight and made the 911 call.
BONASERA: He's got two priors for breaking and entering.
As far as we can tell,
nothing was stolen from the scene.
That's because what he broke in for...
...he couldn't carry out.
TAYLOR: If this guy's a successful real estate agent,
what's he doing breaking into Sam Harding's penthouse?
Well, before he died, Harding set up a trust
to take care of his home, keep it empty after his death.
Nobody was allowed to go inside,
not even the building's super
or maintenance man.
He wanted to hide the fact
that he murdered Walter Jones and left him there to rot.
His secret and Jones's body would've remained undiscovered,
except this week the rule against perpetuities
went into effect.
That stops dead people from owning property forever.
Right. Which means the penthouse was
just about to be put up for auction by the state.
That property's got to be worth $10 to $15 million.
Yeah, and that brings us right back to this guy,
Lawson.
Now, he makes his living
by getting a jump start on his competition.
Two years ago, he broke into a foreclosure in the Hamptons.
He's a suspect on two other cases.
And the times that he hasn't gotten caught,
he appraises the property
and makes quite a bit of money on the sale.
We bringing him in?
Well, that's the problem.
We can't find Richard Lawson.
MESSER: Have you tried the penthouse?
Flack searched
the place twice.
Well, no disrespect to Donnie boy--
you might want to try again.
When I processed the static lifts
from the ceiling, I found footprints with directionality.
All right, now, all of them were moving into the room,
nothing coming out.
So nobody went back up that rope.
Flack said that the front door was bolted from the inside
when he responded to the 911 call.
Lawson didn't use
that door when he left.
Has to be another way out.
MESSER: Or not.
We ran Lawson's phone records--
he's definitely our 911 caller.
And I want you to listen to this.
LAWSON: I'm gonna die-- you got to help me. Please!
WOMAN: Sir, is there someone attacking you?
I'm 2405 Central Park West, east penthouse.
Hurry, please!
Does that sound like someone
making a prank call?
No, he's crying for help.
That 911 call was made six hours ago.
Richard Lawson may still be in that penthouse.
(hinges creaking)
(hinges creak)
Attic's clear.
Power's back on.
Well, that took long enough.
Guess the switch was in Jersey.
(sighs)
We checked every room, closet, crawl space,
anyplace a person might hide or a dead body could be stashed.
And all possible points of escape.
Richard Lawson's got to be in this penthouse.
There was no evidence suggesting he ever got out of here.
Do we rule out
vanishing into thin air?
I'm with Stell-- 'cause where the hell is this guy?
Flack, you said on the first search of the apartment
no one found the utility room?
Yep.
It's like it just popped up out of nowhere.
(humming Twilight Zone theme)
(laughs)
There's concrete
behind this plaster.
It's pretty damn thick.
Why would you have cement interior walls
on the 25th floor
of a New York City penthouse?
There may be hidden passages
between these rooms.
(loud clicks, whirring)
TAYLOR: Stella!
You okay?
(exhales): Yeah.
What the hell was that?
TAYLOR: Both of you move
toward the door and be careful.
(loud click)
Pressure trigger.
After the weapon's done its job,
the pressure is taken off the trigger, and it retracts.
BONASERA: Keep the pressure
on the trigger... (laughs softly)
and it doesn't reload for the next unsuspecting victim.
BONASERA: We've got our murder weapon.
This whole house is a murder weapon.
Heads up, guys.
I hope you know what you're doing.
(exhales)
TAYLOR: These tiles were designed to slide.
It's like a child's number puzzle, one through 15.
You move each one,
you place them in numeric order.
Instead of a number pattern, these create...
...an image.
Right.
TAYLOR: It's a giant slide puzzle
that's already been solved.
And the reward for putting the last piece of the puzzle...
is to be impaled by a swinging bed of knives.
Yeah, so our vic, Walter Jones, was the unlucky winner.
(chuckles softly)
Sam Harding was an inventor.
This room, maybe this entire penthouse,
was his greatest creation.
Okay. Knowing that, how do we find Richard Lawson?
We play Sam Harding's game.
Things just got a lot more difficult.
And a lot more dangerous.
What I'm saying, Mac, is that this...
this library, it... it isn't a library.
I mean... I mean, it's a library,
MAC (over speaker): Adam... Adam,
but it...
come on.
I-I'm sorry, Mac.
I'm just kind of off my game today. Um...
(exhales)
Okay, the short of it.
This blueprint is useless.
If you're standing where you say you are standing,
everything's been changed around,
and nothing matches the original plan.
MESSER: Mac, Mac, I found a Ledger article from 1922.
Apparently, Harding spent some serious bucks
to pimp this place out.
I mean, major renovations.
It was a two-year,
$300,000 project.
I mean, at the time that was really big money.
More than $4 million
by today's standards.
Right. And he hired different contractors
to complete the construction in stages.
I mean, none of them were told
what the finished product would be.
There was a lot of mystery and speculation
about what he was doing up there.
I need an updated floor plan.
Find out it one exists.
I'm on it, boss.
Are you? What's wrong with you?
No, I-I-I'm fine.
Why would Walter Jones play a game
that could get him killed?
Maybe he didn't know the stakes.
Or he knew the stakes, but was forced to play.
And Richard Lawson had no idea what he was walking into.
An angel.
A fallen angel.
TAYLOR: A message to a friend
who was now an enemy.
Looks like there's some kind of theme going on here.
Do these blades look like wings to you?
Yeah.
He's pointing.
It can't be an accident.
The bookstand.
(exhales)
No title...
no author.
Blank pages.
Except this one.
"If a red house is made of red bricks,
and a blue house is made of blue bricks,
what is a greenhouse made of?"
Glass.
Well, the windows would be too obvious.
Two vases.
Both glass?
If this is part of the game,
there's a 50/50 chance that we're right.
I can do better than that.
Careful, Stella.
(soft ringing)
(laughs) It's crystal.
Crystal sings.
This isn't glass.
Impressive.
Thank you.
(creaking, rumbling)
(clanking, thumping)
I'll shoot you if you say "ladies first."
So, Adam's got his boxers all in a twist
because Haylen's getting a job with the FBI.
Yeah? Good for her.
And why does Adam care anyway?
Didn't he think she was after his job?
I think he had a little crush on her.
Mm.
This looks like tedious fun.
Yeah.
I reconstructed the shards of plastic
recovered from Walter Jones' pocket.
It's an old phonograph cylinder.
One of the original mediums for reproducing
and recording sound.
Wow, it's kind of like the first iPod.
It's pretty beat down, huh?
Yeah.
There's scratches in the grooves.
I'll have to dig those out to get it to play.
These initials right there?
"S, H."
Sam Harding.
Except I found it on Walter Jones.
Maybe he was a klepto.
Or whatever was recorded on this cylinder
was important enough for Walter Jones to keep in his pocket.
We need something that might help us find Lawson.
Well, right now, all we've got is this cylinder.
Do you think that Walter Jones' murder is somehow connected
to Lawson's disappearance?
It was 80 years ago.
Yeah.
Harding's throne.
It's the same chair that's in the portrait in the foyer.
Same chair, same room.
But the chair's in a different place.
So's the side table and the lamp
and the candlesticks.
It's all been rearranged.
Everything in the painting is in this room.
Maybe we're supposed to put it all back together
the way it is in the painting.
Then let's get to it.
Everything's the way it's supposed to be.
TAYLOR: It's got to be something else or we just wasted our time.
Let me see.
There's only one thing missing.
(creaking)
I smell burnt flesh.
(coughs)
BONASERA: Could this be Richard Lawson?
What is this place?
Whatever it is, it burned the victim alive.
Richard Lawson?
Well, it's hard to confirm without an autopsy,
but according to his driver's license,
Lawson was over six feet.
Also noticing
a faint eye color of blue.
Vic's burned to the core.
I'm thinking 300 degrees Fahrenheit minimum.
He died from pulmonary edema.
His lungs filled with fluid.
He drowned before he burned.
How did he get in here without playing musical furniture?
We had to rearrange that entire room
before the door opened.
There's got to be more than one way in.
(loud clanking)
Flack and I were just in this room earlier.
Only we came through that door.
So that's how the victim got in.
Why couldn't he get out?
He was trapped.
There was no way to escape.
This runs on gas.
And this is our heat source.
The fireplace in the bedroom.
Harding was meticulous when he designed this place.
Heat rises.
If he was using forced air,
he'd put that vent down by the floor.
Right.
TAYLOR: It's got to be something else.
(electrical buzzing)
These side walls are made of a lead-steel alloy.
They keep the heat in.
But this middle panel is copper--
a heat conductor.
Harding's intent--
was to cook his victims to death.
(sizzling)
Richard Lawson.
They found him.
Wait a minute.
(door closing)
Hey...
Hey, guys, hey.
Hey, Stella...
(loud whirring)
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Anybody... Hey, Stella, Mac!
Anybody out there?! Hey!
Hey, guys! Hey, Mac, Stella!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Somebody!
Hey!
You okay in there?
Yeah. Just get me out of here.
Guys, I don't think we're finished here.
We found Richard Lawson, Danny.
I know, but I think somebody else is trapped up there.
All right, this better be good.
Lawson's fingerprints weren't a match
of the fingertip prints I accidentally picked up
on the static lift.
Somebody else came through that skylight?
MESSER: Yeah. I just assumed they were his prints.
I figured, you know, he used his hands to break his fall
when he dropped from the rope.
So my first thought was, "Who else would know to come through that window?"
So I went over Lawson's phone records. Turns out that he called
his house before he called 911.
This is audio from his voice mail right here.
Honey, where are you? You got to help me. I'm trapped.
I can't get out. You got to get here as soon as you can
or I'm not going to make it.
All right, he lives with his girlfriend Paula Davis.
I tried to track her down,
but she hasn't showed up for work.
She's missed a lunch and two other appointments.
You're thinking she responded to his call for help.
There's no evidence of her being in the penthouse.
Now Adam found a fiber
in the cut glass from the window.
It wasn't till I saw
the crime scene photos that I saw Lawson's clothing.
There's no way that fiber came from him.
And there's the unknown prints.
Somebody else came through that window.
So Paula came looking for her boyfriend
and ended up getting trapped?
(phone ringing)
Taylor.
Hey, Mac, do you recall seeing
any water leakage in the penthouse?
No. Why?
Well, I'm here with a downstairs tenant
who's complaining about a water leak coming from above her.
A leak? The water's been shut off in that penthouse
for years.
All right, I'll look into it.
Death by knife, death by fire...
If Paula Davis is up there, she's drowning.
I'm sending the blueprints over to you now.
These are of the apartment you're in
right below the penthouse.
I got it.
Water from a place with no water.
I'm no plumber, but is that even possible?
Well, according to the original blueprints,
there's no plumbing
on that side of the building.
Maybe a chemical breakdown of the water
can help us indicate a source.
Boom.
Anything?
MESSER: Oxygen peak looks extremely low.
Looks like the sample hasn't been exposed to the atmosphere
in a very long time.
How long are we talking?
I was a geology major
and I did a lot of field study work.
Oxygen depleted water is most likely from an aquifer.
I actually studied one that hadn't been tapped
since the 1930s.
What does that mean?
Only explanation is the water is coming from the penthouse,
and must have its own water supply.
Maybe a tank.
Well, whatever it is, it's right above us.
They said the leak was coming
from the northwest corner of the apartment.
That's this direction.
BONASERA: I don't see a drop of water anywhere.
Danny, we're in the room above you.
(kicks floor thrice)
He says to walk west ten feet.
Still dry.
The water's gotta be behind this wall.
(knocks) Paula Davis!
Paula Davis, are you in there?!
(faint knocking)
She's still alive.
I've got the camera over the edge
of whatever she's encased in.
(loud knocking)
There's no way we can bust through this wall quick enough.
TAYLOR: In order to get her out of there,
we gotta figure out how she got trapped.
She's losing air and going hypothermic.
We gotta get a line of oxygen in there now.
I'm on it.
She can see the hawkeye.
Her pupils are barely responding to light.
Her muscles are relaxing.
She's close to death.
We got to find a way in.
♪ ♪
Nothing's happening.
That water's 72 degrees.
The range for survival at that temperature is
roughly three to 12 hours.
Danny said Paula got the call from Lawson 11 hours ago.
So if we're lucky, we have an hour.
Maybe we should be looking for what we don't see.
Light switches.
There's a big, giant chandelier in a tiny room
with no light switch to turn it on.
Another piece of the puzzle.
It's a clue.
One that asks you to figure out how to turn on a light.
Huh. That's an odd size and place
for the only window in the room, don't you think?
We need a ladder.
Jones wouldn't have had a ladder.
So we use the stairs.
♪ ♪
Nothing happened.
It's gotta all be about the window.
The stairs lead right to it.
That skyscraper wasn't there
when Harding modified the place.
It's blocking the sun.
Can't move the building.
Then we move the sun.
Oh, hey, did you, uh, get everything you need?
Yeah, I think so.
Listen, for what it's worth, um, Haylen is really great.
Really competent, really smart.
And, um, I mean, I didn't know her that well,
but I just know she's the type of person that's meant
to work in that field.
She smart and talented...
And you're really happy she's leaving
because she was threatening your job.
What? No, no.
Who-who told you that?
Was it Jake?
Everyone.
(chuckles) That is so not true.
Me? Threatened?
Please.
Wait. How many people said that?
Whatever.
(device squeaks)
(soft aria plays)
HARDING: A sad painful song.
A song of lies and betrayal, heartbreaking--
but a song can only make you feel so much.
It's no substitute for real suffering.
That's why I invited you to my home.
Everything I worked for, you stole it
and sold it to the highest bidder
and kept the money.
My money.
Then you bought off the judge and made me look like a liar!
So while you made millions,
I invested my unrewarded ingenuity and hard work
into making this place a lesson in pain, lies and betrayal.
You may be smart enough to steal my inventions...
but let us see if you are smart enough to survive them.
(door creaks)
(gasps)
(aria continues)
The color of that light look familiar to you guys?
UV filtering oxide.
Harding turned the chandelier into a primitive UV light.
There's something written on that wall.
Huh. "I search my face for a four-part song,
my heart keeps pace eight-days long."
Should we look in the mirror?
"A four-part song" could be referencing the four bedposts.
No. It's a clock.
The riddle's about a grandfather clock.
"Eight-days long." That's the length of time
some grandfather clocks run before needing to be restarted.
Its hands search its face.
It finds its song on the quarter hour when it chimes.
That's a four-part song,
and its heart is the pendulum that keeps pace.
Okay, now what?
We start time.
(gears rasping)
(ticking)
(metallic clanking)
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