♪ ♪
TAYLOR: Freeze!
Drop the weapon!
(grunts)
Don't move!
Freeze!
Slide the knife to me.
She deserved to die.
She took everything I worked for.
Slide the knife to me! Do it now.
(yells)
(screams)
Mac! Officer down.
I need a bus at 675 Bowery.
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♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(distant siren, horns honking)
(siren blaring)
FLACK: Mac!
Mac? Mac!
(sirens wailing, tires screeching)
(echoing): We caught the son of a bitch, Mac.
We got him... got him.
TAYLOR: Aah... geez...
(groans)
This lovely stack of papers needs your signature.
Yeah. I'll do my best.
I'll have Adam pick it up later tonight.
You need all this stuff by tonight?
You show me no mercy.
Also need you to take a look at this.
Photo was lifted from security footage
from a bar in Astoria, Queens.
Shane Casey's still posing as a cop.
Yeah. And he still has Danny's stolen badge and debit card.
Got another hit on my debit card.
FLACK: An ATM in Midtown.
Shane Casey.
BONASERA: This was last night, Mac.
We were investigating an unrelated shooting.
We're trying to track him down.
Didn't you bring me any good news?
Actually, I did.
Breakfast.
Something fabulous.
Spicy orange chicken from Señor Chow's.
Nice.
You're gonna have to live with the fact
that you'll smell like garlic all day,
but it might take the edge off your pain medication.
Speaking of which, how are those ribs?
Oh, still broken.
Uh-oh.
What?
You know, it's like a soap opera
in this complex over here.
I had no idea what was going on in the world
in the middle of the day until I got marooned in this chair.
Mac Taylor! You're spying on your neighbors!
That young lady
over there-- she's supposed to be in school.
She's about to get caught.
Her mother's coming down the hall.
She's in trouble, big-time.
God, I miss being a teenager.
Yeah, me, too.
I was grounded every other weekend.
We're gonna need something to wash this down.
There's some bottled water in the fridge.
Oh, great. I got it.
(muffled dance music plays)
(no audio)
Okay, I've got two waters,
and I brought two forks
for those of us who are chopstick-challenged.
Hmm?
Oh. Great.
Let's eat.
(groans)
Hurts to even inhale.
(camera snapping)
(indistinct background radio communication)
LINDSAY: Whoa.
Yeah, about $2,000 in cash,
but no wallet and no I.D.
And he had at least $200 more than that.
Yeah, when the bartender tried to check his I.D.,
our vic said he forgot his wallet
and gave him $200 in cash to let it slide.
LINDSAY: Bartender have any idea who did this?
No.
He didn't even know there was an altercation.
Another customer found the vic
when he came in to take a leak.
Did you just use "take a leak"
and "altercation" in the same sentence?
You know, I don't know what we're looking at here.
There's no gunshot or stab wounds,
no sign of head trauma.
There's a bloody nose, but no swelling
or bruising on the vic's face to suggest he was even punched.
FLACK: So maybe our guy knew
how to duck and throw a couple jabs of his own.
No, don't think so.
There are no defensive injuries of any kind.
His fists are clean.
I don't think this guy landed a punch.
Okay, so he wasn't the one looking for a fight.
LINDSAY: That means the blood and skin on this mirror
belong to our attacker, whose only weapon was his fist.
Well... he must have missed with a jab,
and then landed with a well-placed body shot
that caused internal injuries and killed or vic.
So why didn't our John Doe fight back?
Fear?
FLACK: This guy?
Fear?
FLACK: This guy?
Hey, he was clearly sweating.
Those are urine stains on his pants.
Are you kidding me?
(laughs) Who could make
a big strong guy like that scared enough to pee his pants?
Those are some pretty rough-looking bruises
you got on your hand there, big guy.
I work hard.
On what, breaking glass?
(laughs) What that's supposed to mean?
Your seven years of bad luck
is starting right now, Mr. Picozzi.
PICOZZI: This guy dead?
Come on, you didn't realize how hard you hit him?
I didn't hit nobody.
I don't even know who this character is.
Okay, so you didn't introduce yourself
before you landed the punch that ended his life.
But you didn't have to know him to kill him.
I didn't kill nobody, lady.
I don't think he knows how this works.
See, we found your blood in the restaurant bathroom
when we found his body.
Center Street Grill ring a bell?
And unlucky for you, that blood got a hit in CODIS.
And you may be wondering
how we got a match to you in our database.
You got a bunch of priors for violent assault.
Is that your thing?
Huh? You like beating people up?
That's your MO?
Except, this time, you killed a man.
That's a bunch of crap.
You guys got this whole thing sideways. No, no.
What we got is your blood
on a cracked mirror at a murder scene.
Yeah, 'cause I hit it. Not the guy. There was no guy.
All right. What happened?
I was at the grill, okay?
At the bar, drinking with my girl.
Out of nowheres, the broad tells me she's pregnant.
Inside, I'm freakin'.
I do the gentlemanly thing,
excuse myself from the table,
enter the bathroom and punch the living hell
out of the mirror, 'cause I ain't ready to be a father.
BONASERA: Wow.
That's a good story.
It's the truth, and I want a lawyer.
DANNY: Hmm. You know, Troy,
innocent folks don't usually ask for a lawyer.
That's 'cause they're stupid and don't have the balls
to sue you guys for false arrest.
(quiet grunt)
ROSS: No way.
(laughs) Oh.
No way.
Is this really Namath's signature?
Yes.
Put the football down, Adam.
Not good to
touch things...
Oh.
I gotta get me one of these.
(laughs)
(whirring)
What is it?
It's a ball chain machine.
It's a rare and very fragile antique.
Yeah?
You know, boss, I would have never imagined
you'd have such cool stuff
in your apartment.
Well, it.. it... It's not that you're not cool, it's just...
You know, I just thought that, you know, well,
you wouldn't be so, well, not so...
Cool?
No. That is...
(laughs) That's not
what I meant... (mutters quietly)
Are you done with those signatures?
Yes. We're good.
Give you this.
And I'll take that.
It's a case file of a crime we picked up today.
And I'm outta here.
Adam...
Yeah?
Adam...
Yeah?
We have a name on this vic?
No. Still John Doe.
When were we dispatched to the scene?
Just after lunch.
No autopsy report?
Sid is still trying
to determine the cause of death.
ROSS: Something wrong?
I believe I saw this guy this morning, in that
apartment over there.
Was he dead?
No. Very much alive.
Let yourself out.
Okay.
Don't touch anything.
(quiet grunt)
♪ ♪
(muffled, indistinct conversation)
♪ ♪
Peyton?!
(grunts, groans)
(phone ringing)
FEMALE VOICE (over phone): The number you have called is not in service.
Please check the number you've dialed.
(phone beeps off)
(muffled, indistinct conversation)
(quiet grunt)
SID: I printed our vic.
No hits in AFIS.
This guy is clean, and I mean really clean.
His body was coated with various disinfectants.
Head to toe.
Compulsive disorder? Possible germaphobe?
It would certainly be an extreme case.
We know cause of death?
No.
I searched the torso for subdermal bruising,
any broken bones or fatal internal injuries
to major organs, and found nothing.
Confirmed your analysis at the scene
of no evidence of blunt-force trauma.
My next thought was heart failure or stroke.
Right.
Not the case.
This was a very healthy young man.
So he died at the scene of a fight,
but wasn't in the fight.
Right.
Confirms Troy Picozzi's claim
that he didn't hit him.
Not the guy. There was no guy.
Well, that leaves
this eczematous-type reaction on the victim's left hand
and wrist which, at this point, I can only say
is symptomatic of some type of allergy.
That doesn't quite explain the nosebleed.
Lindsay confirmed that it was our John Doe's blood
in the bathroom sink.
Means the answer's in our tox results.
Has to be.
Of course,
if that comes back negative, our vic died of
natural causes.
(keypad beeps, line rings)
(over phone): Hello.
It took me a while to track down your number.
(over phone): Mac...
I-I... I'm in New York.
I know you're in New York.
You look great.
TAYLOR: Look out the window.
The building across the way. I'll wave.
(gasps)
PEYTON: When did you move in?
Eight months ago.
So, what brought you back to New York?
A meeting of the Pathologists Association,
and I have a charity benefit tomorrow afternoon.
Get to catch up with some old friends.
You do look great.
How well do you know that guy?
Oh, he's just a friend.
Oh, well, there are plenty
of really nice hotels in the city.
He had a spare room, and it...
just made things easier.
Your escort to the charity benefit?
I hope you're following
Dr. Hunter's orders.
She's got great taste in flowers.
An orchid.
In England, they're a symbol
for beauty and love.
Chinese believe they're a cure for illness.
Hmm.
Aubrey's a lovely name.
Good beside manner?
How do you know this Kevin?
Professor Scott.
He was a colleague of mine,
when I was teaching at Chelsea University.
So what do you know about his background?
Any arrests?
Criminal record?
(laughing): Mac.
Is this an interrogation?
There's been some strange things going on
in his apartment the past few days.
Have you been peering through your neighbors' windows?
Peyton,
a man was found dead yesterday afternoon.
A few hours before, he paid a visit to Kevin Scott.
Um... I-I should go.
No. Listen, he brought home a canary.
I saw him dispense something from a dropper
in the bottom of the bird's cage.
Whatever it was, killed that bird.
Mac, Kevin Scott
is a brilliant professor of mathematics.
He's an intelligent, funny, smart human being.
He's probably quite distressed
that his bird and-and a man he possibly knows are both dead.
Did he mention either one of them to you?
There is a briefcase and a canister
somewhere in that apartment
that can prove that he killed that bird.
Mac, the thing
that impressed me the most
when I met you was your passion for your work...
but not everything is a crime.
It was really great to see you.
Peyton, listen to me for a second.
I'll-I'll let myself out.
I'll lock the door behind me.
(door opens, closes)
I processed the vic's clothing.
The fabric was covered in disinfectant.
That's the same result Sid got from the vic's skin.
Right. It was also on his watch,
so I had Sid swab underneath where his watch would have been.
There was a void. No disinfectant.
Which means the chemical was applied
while he was wearing all of his clothes.
I know. It's like it was sprayed on him.
It stained some of his clothing.
Doesn't make sense.
Hey, guys. I got tox results.
The eczema on our John Doe's left hand was a chemical burn.
A reaction to a very potent poison.
Well, that explains the urine and the sweat stains.
HAWKES: And the nosebleed.
This poison have a name?
So far, no. Sid's trying to narrow it down.
But he did say it was the fumes from the poison
that caused our victim's death.
It's deadly just breathing it in.
All right, we need to find out who this John Doe is,
where he was before he died
and if anybody else out there came in contact
with this mystery poison.
(quiet grunt)
Curiosity got the best of her.
I knew you couldn't shake this, Peyton.
(keypad beeps, line rings)
You found it.
And no bird.
Isn't it a crime to spy on your neighbors?
Uh, from this distance? Nope.
Not even a misdemeanor.
Check the paper lining in the cage.
No trace?
Nothing.
(no audio)
Peyton, what are doing?
That's it. You found it.
That's the case. Bring it over.
I'm not taking it out of his apartment.
Hold on.
(blows)
Oh, now you're showing off.
(lock clicks open)
TAYLOR: He's back.
Peyton, go to your phone.
Where are you, Peyton?
KEVIN (over phone): Peyton?
Peyton?
Ah. Allergies.
I hope you don't mind,
but I looked through your medicine cabinet.
KEVIN: No, of course. I just don't have any medication like that.
PEYTON: I know. I know. I'm, uh...
I'm just gonna run to the pharmacy and get something.
Sure. Yeah.
Okay.
So I'll, uh, see you later?
Yeah.
(elevator bell chimes)
Peyton!
Hi, Stella.
Mac, what are you two doing here?
Hi, Stella.
Mac, what are you two doing here?
Hey.
I think I may know a little something
about your poison victim.
PEYTON: And I'm here
to prove a man innocent.
LINDSAY: I got a little intel on Professor Scott.
He has a history of espousing various conspiracy theories.
Sharing them with his students got him into a little trouble.
PEYTON: Every university
has at least one unconventional professor.
TAYLOR: Aw, come on, Peyton.
This guy's ideas here are...
totally anti-American.
Look at this.
Water fluoridation,
tsunami bombs, chemtrails.
What are chemtrails?
BONASERA: Well, some people believe
that vapor exhaust from aircraft
are actually dangerous biochemicals
dispersed into the air.
PEYTON: Which only proves
that Kevin's a little odd.
LINDSAY: Prints from the tape lift
show that both Kevin Scott
and our John Doe touched
the case, and analysis of the paper on the bottom
of the birdcage does not
confirm evidence of poison.
Thank you.
TAYLOR: Many poisons are highly volatile.
They can evaporate within minutes.
Just because it wasn't detected, doesn't mean it wasn't there.
Scott's background says he was recently
forced into retirement by the university.
Eight months ago.
He stopped teaching.
He never mentioned it.
There were also two recent arrests for public disturbance.
None of what you're saying sounds like the man that I know.
Well, we don't have anything
that connects Kevin Scott to the poison,
or to our John Doe's death.
TAYLOR: Sid's autopsy report
indicates a loss of blood from the nose of the victim.
That's the same thing I saw happen to the bird.
I think they were both victims of poison.
But without that case or canister, we can't prove it.
Yes, we can. If we find that canary.
I'm going to go back to my apartment.
Lindsay, I'll need whatever
you have left of the paper
Peyton collected from the birdcage.
And some wasps.
Okay.
Some what?
Okay.
Some what?
(buzzing)
Wasps have an incredible sense of smell.
A highly sensitive antennae.
Why use wasps instead of dogs?
Dogs attract attention.
Mac doesn't want his neighbors
to know that they're under surveillance.
Dogs also take days instead of minutes to train, Adam.
So these wasps will actually be able to find that bird?
The strong scent of the canary remains in the paper.
The odor surrounds the cube
and is the predominant smell as they eat the sugar.
So the wasps will associate the scent of the canary
with the sweet taste of sugar.
ROSS: That bird could be
buried anywhere out there.
Or not at all.
TAYLOR: Scott came back
to his apartment wearing work gloves.
From here, it looked like they were stained
with some kind of rust-colored dirt.
If that bird is out there in that courtyard,
these wasps will find it.
They can detect chemicals at very minute levels,
down to parts per billion.
I could make this all much easier.
I could just ask Kevin, over dinner,
if he happened to kill his bird and his friend.
And ruin all the fun?
Mm.
Well, it's been 15 minutes.
I think these guys are ready.
(Lindsay sighs)
What's that?
A wasp hound.
You're gonna walk the wasps.
Huh. Me?
You.
Are they doing anything yet?
No movement.
Hey, wait. Right there.
Hold it.
They're definitely getting excited about something.
Keep walking.
♪ ♪
HAWKES: Necropsy findings on the bird.
As you can see, there were high levels
of isopropyl methylphosphonofluoridate
detected in the bird's brain tissue.
A metabolite of... sarin.
Yeah.
Synthetic nerve agent.
500 times more potent than cyanide.
Mm.
Clear, colorless and has no odor.
Easily absorbed in the skin and inhaled.
Sheldon, Sid suggested that the victim had an allergy.
Yeah, originally thought to be an eczematous reaction,
but could have been a chemical burn,
or a result of contact with sarin.
PEYTON: Which means that there's
a possibility that your John Doe poisoned himself
without even knowing it.
Which means that the poisoning was accidental, not murder.
Yeah, but what about the bird?
Also an accident?
It was Scott's way of testing his poison's effectiveness.
Whether he killed our John Doe or not,
he's definitely got something planned.
HAWKES: Okay, well, all of this should be enough to get us
a search warrant for his apartment, right?
PEYTON: Mac...
if a few drops of sarin can kill a person
in a matter of seconds...
We need to find out where Kevin Scott is
and exactly what he has planned.
DANNY: All right, so, Missing Persons got a match to our vic.
His name is Ivan Paluck, and he worked at Hedge Island.
It's located off the northeast coast
of Gardner's Bay, but it's unidentified on most maps.
There's a government animal disease research lab out there.
Fancy name for a germ laboratory.
A17. Highly restricted.
They study rare
biological elements for military use and education.
This is all making sense now, Danny.
The disinfectant on Paluck's skin and clothes
was a result of the precautions
that the lab would have taken to protect its workers.
Ivan Paluck smuggled the sarin off the island,
Danny, and he was working with Kevin Scott.
(no audio)
(keypad beeping)
(line ringing)
ROSS: Boss.
Adam... (groans)
I just sent you a video from my phone.
Run an analysis on it right away.
See if you can determine what Kevin Scott is saying
and what number he called.
Have Flack get a warrant.
Call me when you get something.
Kevin Scott-- NYPD. Open up!
♪ ♪
(keypad beeps, camera clicks)
(keypad beeps, line rings)
Boss.
Adam.
I got something else for you.
Blueprints?
Of what?
That's what I need you to get Lindsay
to find out.
(keyboarding)
Hey, guys, what do we have?
Hey.
Hey, guys, what do we have?
Hey.
I enhanced the video that file Mac sent over,
and I got six of the seven digits that Professor Scott was dialing.
That narrows it down to possibly ten numbers.
Right. Nine of whom were a dead end,
but the tenth one, that was a real winner.
Came back to Ivan Paluck.
I compared it to a DMV photo of the vic,
and I got a match.
If Kevin Scott was calling Paluck,
means he had no idea he was dead.
Also the video file that Mac sent over had no audio,
so I used a lip-reading software.
(distorted, electronic): I'll be there tonight.
It's on.
Sounds like he's confirming some sort of prearranged meeting.
Something's going down tonight.
We just need to figure out where.
LINDSAY: I think this could help.
The blueprint from Scott's apartment was labeled,
but the letters are too faded to read.
I used a laser
to raise a latent print but...
...this is all I got.
Any chance we can buy a vowel?
From the looks of the architectural design
on the blueprint, I'm thinking it's an older building.
Conserv... Conservatory!
Uh!
Okay, run the blueprints
against Microsoft Photosynth Mapping.
We might be able to get a 3-D match.
Okay. I'll start with conservatories in Manhattan.
(typing rapidly)
BONASERA: There we go.
Manhattan Enrichment Conservatory.
That's gotta be where Scott's headed.
(violins and cello playing)
(indistinct conversation)
Mac, inhalation is the fastest way
to poison all those people with sarin, if that Scott's intent.
He'll more than likely go
through the air-conditioning system in the building.
TAYLOR: I need to know exactly
where the air-conditioning vents are.
One is on the east side of the building
in a compressor room on the eighth floor.
The main compressor is on the roof.
TAYLOR: We're 84 at the conservatory.
I don't want to scare him off.
Keep all sector cars out of the area and notify FDNY.
I don't want to hear any sirens.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Flack, go around to the freight elevator in the back.
Make your way up to the roof.
Done.
Peyton had plans to be at this event.
I'll find her.
You keep a low profile.
If he's in there,
you see him before he sees you, all right?
I'm on it.
I'll find the security camera monitors.
♪ ♪
Excuse me. Peyton.
Mac.
Did he meet you here?
Mac.
Did he meet you here?
Kevin?
No, I haven't seen or heard from him.
Come with me.
Stella, got eyes on Professor Scott.
He's dressed in a security guard uniform.
He's entering
a doorway at the west end of stairwell number four.
Where's it lead to?
LINDSAY: Danny, it's a stairwell that leads
to all floors.
And the roof.
to all floors.
And the roof.
TAYLOR: Looks like he already got to the security guard.
Is he still alive?
TAYLOR: Danny, he killed a security guard.
Be careful.
Let's see if we can find him.
That's him.
That's Kevin.
I can't believe that he's doing this.
TAYLOR: He's on the sixth floor.
TAYLOR: Danny, he's three floors above you.
He's heading past the ninth floor.
Danny, he's definitely headed to the roof.
Be careful.
Copy that, Mac. Flack, he's headed your way.
♪ ♪
That's far enough, Professor.
Lose the container.
Get on your knees
and put your hands behind your head now.
Danny, I got him.
Copy that. I'm on my way.
Don't make me say it again.
Lose the container,
put your hands behind your head.
Do it now!
(Flack groans)
(gunshot)
DANNY: Don't move!
FLACK: That's it! Right there!
DANNY: Don't move!
(playing final notes)
We're not ready.
No one is ready for biological warfare.
Our citizens-- they're not safe.
You're not safe.
I've proved that.
If I can get a deadly gas
into a room full of political dignitaries without detection,
imagine what our enemies can do.
I mean...
wake up, people.
I've done you a favor. Look around you.
They are among us.
And they are planning their next attack.
It's the only way he'd agree to a confession.
Thinks we're gonna upload it onto YouTube or something.
His mission statement.
That guy's crazy.
No one is safe.
These cuffs--
they-they just prevent me from helping you.
Thank you.
I didn't want to be right about Kevin Scott, Peyton.
Wasn't exactly how I imagined I'd see you again.
Everything about the two of us was always unpredictable.
That's why it was so great.
I'm so sorry for the way I ended everything.
You deserved so much better than that.
I needed to be with my family in London,
and I... I didn't want to change my mind.
I didn't want to have to see you,
look you in the eye...
and choose between you and them.
I understand the choice you made.
I just don't understand how you handled it.
You gave me no chance.
And I missed you.
So...
Dr. Aubrey...
Do you like her?
Dr. Hunter?
We're just friends.
We started out as just friends.
You jealous?
Yeah.
Good.
(gasps)
Ow.
(gasps)
Ow.
I'm still wounded here, you know.
You can see an awful lot through this window.
TAYLOR: Uh-oh.
This is going to be good.
(Peyton laughs)
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