(horn honking)
(siren wailing)
Liz...
what are we doing here?
Why don't we just go home?
Not yet.
Not until we climb the stairs.
Charles, whatare you doing?
Honey, it's like an ovenin here. I can barely breathe.
We're supposed to holdthe railings.
It was very clear.
Liz, please.
This is just anothercruel prank.
What if it's not?
What if it's realthis time?
I need to know for sure.
Oh, my God.
Oh, I don't believe this.
I found him.
Jeremy, it's Mommy.
Jeremy?th, wait!
W-Wait.
(gasps)
(flies buzzing)
No.
No...!
Jeremy!
(indistinct radio transmissions)
No apparent traumato the head.
Oh.
SID:Decomp is quite advanced.
From the looks of it,he's been here for a while,
but narrowing an actual TOD
poses a bit of a quandary.
Could be anywhere from a fewdays to what, a few months?
Factor inthe late summer heat,
humidity, atmospheric variationsand any unknown perimortem
physiological conditions,and all bets are off.
It certainly is
a unique spot for a body dump.
It's also a perfect placeto commit murder.
HAWKES:Let's do this.
(flies buzzing)
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You got something?
Partials on the door handle.
At least two sets.
Eh, rooftop is clean.
If there was ever trace up here,
Mother Nature did not want usto find it.
What about the stairwell?
It's my next stop.
You want help?
Uh, well,with 738 stairs,
I think I'm good.
Can you imagine findingyour kid like this?
No, no, and I don't even wantto think about it.
(flies buzzing)
Building was underrenovation
until the developer wentbelly up three years ago.
It's been a ghost town withelevators ever since.
Who called it in?
Charles andElizabeth Harris.
He's a dentistfrom Westchester.
She's on the localschool board.
Why were they here?
Looking for their son.
On an abandoned rooftopin Lower Manhattan?
An anonymous voice mailtold them where to look.
What's with the car?
The originalarchitect had
a thing for big-boy toysand drag racing.
Been up here 40 years.
I had daydreams of owning onewell into my 20s.
I'm assuming yours didn't comestandard with a dead body.
That wasn't even an option.
How long has Jeremybeen missing?
It's seven... seven days.
Sorry.
Take your time.
Tomorrow would have beenhis 19th birthday.
It's not unusual for a teenager
just to check outfrom their parents.
Oh, no. No, not my son.
We spoke almost every day.
The police were doingeverything they could.
They told usto go home,
to wait for Jeremyto contact us.
But he never did?
We posted his pictureeverywhere,
online and off.
And when we didn't geta response,
we offered a reward.
And the calls startedrolling in?
Yes.
Hundreds of them.
Everybody wantedto help.
It was one dead endafter another.
Until this morning, I had...two-dozen voice mails.
It was more of the sameexcept for one.
It was a man.
And he told you that Jeremywas in this building?
Well, no.I mean, not in those words.
He just said
we would find whatwe were looking for,
but only if we followedhis exact instructions.
I wanted to ignore it.
My wife,
she knew it was real.
ELIZABETH:I don't know how I knew.
I mean, it was just...
it was somethingin his voice or...
TAYLOR:We're gonna need that voice mailfor evidence.
I have it.I have it on my phone.
CHARLES:The man who leftthat message...
killed Jeremy.
Mr. Harris, let's go this way.
We can finish the questioningdownstairs.
It's just not fair.
He was such a good kid.
HAWKES:This is gonna get ugly.
SID:Indeed.
Do you preferheads or tails?
Does it really matter?
In that case,you can have tails.
(cThanks.)
Slow and steady.
Uh! Underthe circumstances,
I suggest we apply thetried-and-true Band-Aid method.
Band-Aid method?
One, two, three..
Pull!
(squishing sound)
SID:Oh, my God!
(both grunting)
(grunts)
Okay.
Based on thelevel of decomp,
DNA extractionwon't be easy.
Bone marrow?
My thoughts exactly.
♪ ♪
(with Irish accent):Pleasure to makeyour acquaintance.
Faith and begorra.
Jan Steel. It was...
Wait right here.I'll go find her.
Oh, hold on one second.
I'll call you back.
You know who that is?
No, sorry.
Whoa, whoa, slow downthere, young lady.
Who are you?
I'm Mac Taylor.
Who are you?
Ellie.
Well, do you havea last name, Ellie?
Mom!
Honey, what are you doing here?
We have to leave New York.
This whole move-to-the-Big-Applething is nt gonna work.
Oh, honey...
Take all the time you need.
(mouthing)
Talk to me.
Everybody's hatin'on me.
Nobody hates you.
Tim Porter said I havea gigantic head.
You know whatthat means?
It means he sucks.
I want to go backto Virginia.
I miss my old schooland my friends.
I understand, Ellie.I miss my friends.
What happened to youspirit of adventure?
You, your brother and I,
the three musketeers,conquering the big city?
Very few people get thisopportunity, you know.
That's not fair.
I never askedto be a musketeer.
And you always say
don't compare yourselfto other people.
Look, look at me.
I know it seems reallytough right now,
I promise you the one thingI know for sure
is it will get better.
(sighs)This is so messed up.
Whatever.
I'll give this stupid schoolanother shot.
Thank you.
I owe you one.
A new pair of soccer cleatsand some shin guards?
That's two.
(laughs)
It's a deal.
Come here.
Mom! Mom!
What are you doing?
MAN (recording):Skip a step...
Skip a step...
Skip a step, and it...Skip a step...
Adam!
Where are wewith the voice mail?
Call was madefrom a prepaid cell.
So the SIM card
is no longer active,
which makes itimpossible to track.
And the message itself?
Vocal frequencieshave been isolated,
interference filtered out.
(imitates cracking whip)What up?
Can I hear it, please?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
(recording):The treasure you sodesperately seek
is hiding in plain sight.
Do exactly as I sayif you want to find it.
Skip a step,and it stays lost forever.
498 Wall Street,southwest corner.
The service doorwill be unlocked.
Pause it there.
Southwest cornerservice door.
MAN: Take the center elevator
directly to the 20th floor.
What's on the 20th floor?
Nothing.
Then, why is hemaking them stop?
There's a couch
on the north side.
Stretch out and get comfortable.
Take a moment to enjoy the view.
TAYLOR: He's toying with them.
Delaying the inevitable.
Why?
To remind them whois in control.
Play the rest.
Find the stairs.
Take them to the roof.
TAYLOR:Why the stairs insteadof the working elevator?
MAN: Hold the railing the entire way.
Remember, the engine is the heart of any car,
but the driver will always be its soul.
Happy hunting.
If his intention
was leading them to the body,
then why so many hurdles?
Oh, you haveto see this.
Total game changer.
Are you absolutely surethis is right?
Oh, I'm so glad you asked.
Using painstakingepidermal ablation,
I enhanced the tattooon the radial border
of the vic's upper armand discovered this,
what appears to bea wee little leprechaun
holding a... basketball?
Looks like a homemade renditionof, what,
the Boston Celtics' mascot?
Oh. Well, not a very good one.
Anyway, I ran thisseemingly unique identifier
through Missing Personsand got a hit.
Wow.
Mac.
Prints fromthe door handle
belong to Charles and Elizabeth Harris.
Well, they were crawlingall over that car
before we got there.
LINDSAY:I know.
I did manage to find partialsfrom a third, older print,
but they were destroyedby the parents.
So whWith a second vic.e us?
Sid used DNA anddental records
to positively I.D. the body.
Jeremy isnot Jeremy.
The body in that carwas not the Harrises' son.
The body in the car wasconfirmed as Craig Anderson.
He's 19 years old.
He's from Boston.
His parentsreported him missing
almost three weeks ago.
What was he doingin New York?
Studying-- he wasa sophomore at NYU.
DANNY:And...
so is Jeremy Harris.
He's a poli-sci major.
Craig was a film student.
No overlapin classes.
That doesn't meanthey didn't know each other.
There's a connection somewhere.Find it.
So you're liking thevoice mail caller
for both Craig's murder andJeremy's disappearance?
At this point, yes.
That doesn't bode wellfor Jeremy.
Well, being kidnappedby a psychopath seldom does.
Whoever this guy is,he was careful.
Autopsy showedno apparent trauma
to the body.
No gunshot wound.
No puncture marks or tears in the clothing.
No signs of strangulation.
Process of eliminationhas our C.O.D.
looking more and morelike poison.
We identify the type?
No. No.Tox screen came back negative
on all the usual suspects.
Means it's something rare-- exotic, maybe.
It's going to take some time to narrow it down.
Poisoned and left to die.
This was personal.
The caller wanted thatbody found by someone,
but why did he want itto be the Harrises?
DNA confirmed the body you foundon that roof was not Jerem.
CHARLES:I don't understand.
There has to be a mistake.
The man on the roof wasnamed Craig Anderson.
Did Jeremy ever mention him?Could they be friends?
Our son was in college.
His circle of friendswas different
We're wasting time..
Didn't you see what he didto that poor boy?
My son is next.
I feel it.I feel it in my heart.
I just... please, please,I just want to know where he is.
I wish I could tell you that,Mrs. Harris.
I wish I could takeyou to him right now.
We're going toneed access
to Jeremy's e-mailand cell phone records.
Anything that can help ustie him to Craig Anderson.
ELIZABETH:Yes, of course.
WOMAN:Yeah?e me.
Do you know where I canfind Detective Flack?
There he is.He's coming out right now.
Excuse me.
Detective Flack?
Mrs. Anderson?
I-I'm sorry I'mhere so early.
I just, uh...I, uh...
couldn't stand sitting inthat hotel room any longer.
I understand.
Still can't believeCraig is dead.
Let's take a walk.
My husband, Mark,passed away
when Craig was stillin elementary school.
Been just the two of usever since.
I wasn't a perfect mom,but...
I tried my best.
Well, your best must havebeen pretty damn good.
I heard Craig was atthe top of his class.
Oh, he was alwaysa good student.
He loved learning.
And basketball,too, huh?
Oh, that'san understatement.
His first wordswere Bird and McHale.
Mine were cookieand cake.
Mrs. Anderson...
we're going to find theguy who murdered your son.
That's not goingto bring him back, is it?
I'm sorry.
It's going to take time.
I don't know the right wayto act around people,
what to say to them.
No right way to act.
Children aren'tsupposed to die.
I would like to see him,Detective.
FLACK: All due respect,
I don't thinkthat's a good idea.
That's not how youwant to remember him.
Then, how do I say good-bye?
You don't.
Not where it counts.
You don't understand.
I need to speakwith Detective Flack right away!
Mr. Harris.
What happened?
He calWhen?gain.
Elizabeth had a voice mail onher phone when we got home.
Where is your wife now?
I don't know.
I need youto tell me
exactly what was saidon that message.
I only heard it once.
(sighs)
Detective,I've already lost my son.
If something should happento my wife,
Take a breath..
I need you to try toremember as much as you can.
Okay.
There were more instructions.
There was an address.
Somewhere in Brooklyn.
Uh... Moultrie Street.
Get me Mac Taylor now.
(siren wailing)
FLACK:NYPD!
DANVILLE: What is this place?
TAYLOR:Transportation Departmentwarehouse.
This is where tired oldstreet signs go to die.
TAYLOR:I smell smoke.
(banging)
Hey. Guys, over here.
Smart money saysright place, wrong floor.
DATAYLOR: Elizabeth!s?
MElizabeth!?
(coughing)
Mac!
(coughing)
FLACK:Mac, Jo, come on!
Come on!
Let's get thehell out of here!
(camera shutter snapping)
MAN: By now, you realize this is not a game.
Do exactly as I say,
and you'll be one step closer
to finding what you seek.
1409 Moultrie Street.
Use the side entrance.
Take the stairs to the basement.
There's a cardboard box.
In it, you'll find everything you need
to complete your task.
Use every drop.
Nothing can be left behind.
Absolutely nothing.
(flames whooshing)
Do as you are toldand my next message
will be the last oneyou need.
All the step-by-stepdirections.
The gasoline.
Destroying the makeshift lab.
Setting the snakes on fire.
Just like in the other building.
The couch.
The elevator.
(elevator bell dings)
The handrails.
He's not telling them howto find Jeremy Harris.
He's making themdestroy evidence.
Except there'ssome still here.
That's a service apron.
You know fromexperience?
I worked in a burlesque clubwhen I was an undergrad.
As a bartender?
I never said that.
TAYLOR:So what do we knowabout this basement?
DANVILLE:It's an unofficial sublet
to a company calledEastwick Receivables.
And conveniently,there's no paper trail
to lead to the nameof a tenant.
Let me guess-- all cashup front, no questions asked?
Landlord never even botheredto get a phone number.
I'll make sure Homeland Securitygets his.
It's counterintuitive, Mac.
Why would you involvesomeone in all of this
when you could easily disposeof the evidence by yourself?
♪ ♪
(electronic tones)
Poor kid sufferedto the very end.
(gasping)
(beeps)
Jo.
Yeah.
So how'd your negotiationgo yesterday?
Negotiation?
Your daughter seemsrather determined tovacate New York City.
She can be a stubbornmule like her mama.
Seldom shy about whatshe likes and doesn't like.
Being thrown into thedeep end is never easy.
It helps to know thereare people around thathave your back.
Well, Ellie's a tough kid.She's going to be fine.
I wasn't talking about Ellie.
Thank you.
And, Mac, I did their books.
What?
The burlesque clubin college--
I was theirweekend accountant.
Hey, guys,
the blood on the apron--
it didn't belong toCraig Anderson or Jeremy Harris.
What about CODIS?
Negative. Not in the system.
But the DNA,
it was triallelic at D16.
DANVILLE:A mutation like that
is highly uncommon.
Right. Which is why I remember
coming across it a year ago
in an unsolvedmurder case.
Right.:A shooting of a bouncer.
Vic's namewas Ryan Parisi.
I pulled his profile.
It's a perfect matchto the blood on the apron.
The new voice mail was leftusing a second prepaid phone,
and just like numero uno, right,the SIM card was used once
and then deactivated.
LINDSAY:So Mrs. Harris' mystery caller
is dumping phones as he goes.
Sure looks that way.
So I compared the serial numberson both the cards
They were sequential?
Yeah. Perp's not as smartas he thinks.
He bought both the phonesat the same store
at the same time.
He alluded to a final messagein the second voice mail.
MAN:Do as you are told,
and my next message
will be the last one you need.
So to leave it,he'd need a third phone,
which might Adam. be active.
Already checkingnumber three in the series.
Okay, got it.
Triangulating the signal.
(typing)
And the phoneis turned on
somewhere between Prince,Grand and Canal Street.
O'Devlin's.
That's the name of the bar
where the bouncer was shot.
1911 Broome.
I hope Jo and Flack are thirsty.
(lively chatter, TV playing)
All right, I'll startbeating the bushes.
Hang on. I might havea less obtrusive way.
We do have histelephone number.
It's for you.
(phone ringing)
Gotcha.
(glass breaks)
Less obtrusive?
Police!
Out of the way!
(grunts)
You really should bemore careful.
Whoo!
Well done.
You're out of your mind.
You made thosecalls, Reuben.
Voice analysisconfirmed it.
REUBEN:The engine is the heart
of any car,
but the driver will always be its soul.
Making a phone callis not a crime.
But murder is.
I didn't kill anybody.
Then tell me who did.
How should I know?
The same way you knew
where Craig Anderson'sbody was hidden.
I had no cluewhat was on that roof.
A friend asked meto make a call,
read a set of instructions.
I didn't ask whybecause I didn't really care.
Do you think you'llcare about 25 to life?
What's the friend's name?
I want a lawyer.
I can't wait to tell him
about how I got this.
TAYLOR:All right, let's takea different approach.
Smug little punk.
He got off too easy.
I agree. You should haveput him under the Dumpster.
Do you?nately,I believe him.
Body language--too comfortable.
Too engaged.
He has no connectionto those boys.
But he can suretell us who does.
Explain that to your lawyer.
REUBEN:An apron?
The same kindyou wear at O'Devlin's.
And 50 other barsin the Village.
Mm-hmm.
Only this one has the bloodof a murdered bouncer on it.
You're talking aboutRyan Parisi getting shot.
Cops already clearedeveryone who works at the bar,
including me.
I'm tired of this BS.
If you guys had anything on me,I'd already be in jail.
Or just visiting.
You're a bartender, Reuben.
You really should washyour hands more often.
The U.V. stamp onReuben Lewis' handwas from Rikers.
All visitors arerequired to have Yep.
Prison log confirms he visitedRikers two days ago.
And get this--the inmate he went to see
is being housed atthe Rose M. Singer Center.
The women's facility.
Yep. The prisoner's name
is Allison Scott.
She's being heldon a possession charge.
And she did havean intimate knowledge
of the murdered bouncerRyan Parisi.
I would sayere they?
pretty close.
They were engaged.
Looks like we just foundour motive for murder.
(door buzzes)
(bell rings)
Allison Scott was alsoa bartender at O'Devlin's.
That's where she mether fiancé,
Ryan Parisi.
And the manager saidthe night Parisi was shot,
there were tworowdy college guys
being extra friendlyto Allison.
Ryan had to kick them to the curb.
TAYLOR: Craig Anderson and Jeremy Harris?
HAWKES:Yeah, apparently, they were
none too happy about getting theboot, so they threatened Parisi.
And two hours later,somebody sneaks up on him,
puts a bullet in his back.
Allison found him dying out on the sidewalk.
EMS had to pry him out of her arms.
TAYLOR: Explains the blood on her apron.
We look at the boysfor the shooting?
Yeah. Alibis were weak,
but there was no evidencethey were involved.
Allison needed someone to blame.
Jeremy and Craigwere easy targets.
Now, the reptile remainswe found in the basement
were consistentwith Bungarus fasciatus.
Also known as the banded krait.
Where did they come from?
My guess:Chinatown, black market.
15 minutes on the Internet,anybody can learn
how to extract the venom.
It's neurotoxic and fast-acting,
causing near-instantmuscle paralysis
in humans.
The lucky ones die fast.
And the unlucky ones?
Slow and excruciatingrespiratory failure.
As the diaphragmbecomes paralyzed,
the victim suffocates.
Death can take days.
So these guys were literallytrapped inside their bodies.
I mean, unable to move,unable to talk.
Allison Scott knew exactly whatshe was doing.
She wanted them to suffer.
Man I lovedwas taken away from me.
Just wanted something in return.
So you hunted downCraig Anderson
and lured him to adeserted building.
I didn't haveto lure anybody.
All I did was smile,and he became a dog in heat.
Drink up, baby.
Anything you say.
ALLISON: Turns out, he had a soft spot for old cars.
(shallow gasping)
You picked an abandoned rooftopso his body wouldn't be found.
Even if it was,
the chances of it trackingback to me were pretty slim.
I mean, didn't have mein the system.
I'd never evenbeen fingerprinted.
Until a few days ago when youwere arrested for the drugs.
That's why youneeded someone
to clean up your mess--you were locked up.
Well, I had less than24 hours to come up with
all the details before Reuben
came to see me.
Pretty impressive,don't you think?
Tell me about Jeremy Harris.
Why don't you tell me.
I think you poisoned himlike you did Craig.
And then you hadyour friend Reuben
call hisdesperate mother.
You took advantage of her grief,
you preyed on her vulnerability.
Don't you daretalk to me about grief,
because my fiancédied in my arms.
You're absolutely right,
Allison,that was a terrible tragedy.
I can only imaginethe anger you felt.
God himselfcouldn't save
someone who wantedto hurt my family.
I would hunt them down.
I would make them suffer
like they had neversuffered before.
I would need them to feel theunrelenting pain that I felt.
But what if I was wrong?
What if I hurt the wrong person?
I could never live with myself.
But I got it right.
I know I did.
You have no ideawhat happened that night.
You didn't see what I saw.
How those bastardsthreatened Ryan,
and then they shot himin the back.
No, Allison, they didn't.
There was a partial printon the bullet.
Not enough detailto identify the shooter,
but more than enoughto rule one out.
Craig and Jeremyare not a match.
Well, then they must have hadanother person helping them out.
There may have been a fourth,fifth or sixth.
You can convince yourselfof anything.
The truth is,you don't really know
what happened that night.
Neither do you.
Difference is,I didn't commit murder.
I did what I had to do.
It's over.
Well, then why continueto let anyone suffer?
Give the Harrisesback their son.
For God's sake, Allison, allthey want to do is say good-bye.
The same way you gotto say good-bye to Ryan.
There's a marine salvage yardon Staten Island.
(gulls screeching)
That's it.
♪ ♪
Hawkes.
I'll call Sid.
Wait.
Flack, hold on.
He's still breathing.
I got a faint pulse.
This is Detective MacTaylor. I need a bus
at 2453 ArthurKill Road. Hurry.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(siren wailing)
(siren stops)
Jeremy!
CHARLES:We're here, son.
Jeremy?
FLACK:The kid gonna make it?
Well, he's notout of the woods,
but he is respondingto the antivenin.
Prognosis is good.
FLACK:How the heck did hesurvive all that time?
If you're askingthe scientist,
I'd say his particular bodychemistry metabolized the poison
slow enoughto keep him breathing.
Drinking condensationkept him alive.
But if you want
my personal opinion,
I'd say science didn't haveanything to do with it.
It's too bad they all can'thave a happy ending.
(horn honks, siren wails)
Looking for something?
Oh, only the best hamburgerin all five boroughs.
Harvey's double-deckerwith the works.
And you're sureit's on this desk?
Well, I had the address
somewhere here.
Ellie's been dyingto go to Harvey's
since we got to the city.
You know, I read in your filethat, uh, you adopted Ellie.
What?
I read files, too, you know.
Oh.
Yes, I did.
She was barely two years old.
And herbiological mama wasn't
much more than a child herself.
She'd been using and turningtricks since she was 17.
And Child Protective Servicestook Ellie away from her mother.
Oh, yeah.
I had evidence linking herto a double homicide.
Special circumstances put heraway for life without parole.
Ellie would've just
ended up one of those innocentkids lost in a broken system.
Well, bringing her into yourfamily was a noble thing to do.
I didn't have any choice, Mac.
She was love at first sight.
She was so yummy.
And if my son Tyler
gave meaning to my life,Ellie just made it complete.
It was the best decisionI ever made in my life.
Ah!
(laughs)
Lord have mercy.
Got it.
Don't you want to join us?
This burger is just heaven on
a sesame seed bun.
Well, maybe next time.
I've already had, uh,heaven on a bun for lunch.
Oh. Well, if you change yourmind, I'll save you some fries.
Harper Street?
That way.
That looks awesome.
Yes.
Can I get a knife, please?
All right, dig in.
Thank you.
How was school today? Better?
Kinda.
Come on, you cando better than that.
(sighs)I got an "A" onmy book report.
Tim Porter
got a "C" on his.
(laughs):He's a loser.
That is what I'm talking about!
That's my girl.
Don't tell anybody I said that.
(cell phone ringing)
Hey.
Your sister and I were beginningto think you forgot about us.
Where are you?
Oh, man.
Well, having pizza withyour friends is important, too.
What about tomorrow night?
All right.
Well, maybe next week.
Okay, Tyler.
Have fun, be safe.
I love you, too, honey.
Bye.
Okay.
Looks like it's girls night out.
Tyler is so lucky.
He gets to dowhatever he wants in college.
You know,college is not that easy.
Giant textbooksand really hard tests.
Tons of hot guys.
What exactly
do you knowabout hot guys?
(chuckles)
Mm!
(laughs)
Don't you make mehave to interrogate you.
Mom.
Do we need to havethat talk again?
I'm not going intothis conversation.
Maybe I need to heara little bit more about Tim.
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