CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 6, Episode 23 - Vacation Getaway - full transcript
The CSIs follow a trail left by Shane Casey and realize that he is targeting Danny, who is vacationing out of town with Lindsay and their daughter.
wailing, indistinct
radio communication)
This is Officer Henderson!
I'm in pursuit of Shane Casey!
He's going across.
Where the hell is Aviation?!
This guy's insane!
You have no idea!
Hey, it's over, man.
Just stay there!
We'll get someone over to you!
PILOT Hang on!
Assistance is on the way.
Got it? OFFICER 2: Yeah.
Flack, he's still
trying to get away!
Flack, what the
hell are you doing?
He's not worth it! Let him go!
You're under arrest,
you crazy son of a bitch!
? Out here in the fields ?
? I fight for my meals ?
? I get my back into my living ?
? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ?
CSI New York 6x23
"Vacation Getaway"
They're holding Shane Casey
at the DA's office?
Usual theatrics.
The DA and the commissioner
want a perp walk.
Parade him in front of the world
to show that Batman's
got nothing on them.
What's your sign?
Hey.
I'm talking to you.
What's your sign?
Aries.
Aries.
Okay, here we go.
With the sun aligned
with Jupiter
and behind Pluto...
it's best you not bend over
for the soap later today,
but think positive, love can be
found in the strangest places.
See, chin up. It ain't all bad.
Then again...
Shane Casey's killed,
like, what, six people?
Intelligence is always
trumped by an opportunity
to make the front page.
You have a cigarette?
What, you on crack?
You can't smoke in here.
What are you, a little bitch?
Did you just call
me a little bitch?
I just called you
a little bitch.
You really are as crazy
as they say you are.
Guilty.
Yeah, all right.
What the hell.
Here.
Smoke up, sonny--
They actually asked if we
wanted in on the perp walk.
Oh, they know us so well.
I'd be happier escorting
him to a Pris--
NYPD. Move! Move!
Hey! Hey!
Move!
Back up!
I'll put a bullet in her head,
I swear to God!
I don't have a clean shot.
You shoot her,
we'll drop you before she
hits the ground, Shane.
Don't do it.
Called in a level
three mobilization.
Manhattan task force is
setting up a perimeter,
closing streets-- excuse me--
and evacuating some buildings.
Plus we got extra
patrol in the subways.
You want car stops at
bridges and tunnels?
No, no, he's not
leaving the city.
What makes you say that?
He made his way from
Pennsylvania to here,
the whole time
wanting to be seen.
He's got unfinished business.
We need to track
down where he's been.
Okay, where do you
want to start?
With him.
What do you want from me, Flack?
It's like I told you.
I'm standing on the
corner when I see the guy.
He's staring right at me.
I'm thinking,
you got to be kidding me.
That's the guy.
He gives me one of
these stupid grins,
he books, I chase after him,
I call it in.
Five minutes later,
you're right behind me.
Casey's just walking
down the street?
Yeah. FLACK: And, what,
he's wearing a shirt
that says, "I just escaped
from Pennsylvania State Prison,
and all I got was
this lousy T-shirt"?
Listen to me, Nicky,
we're not Internal Affairs,
all right?
We don't care where you were.
We want to know where Shane was.
What were you doing
on the corner?
I was meeting a CI.
What's his name?
I can't tell you that.
At your usual meeting spot?
I can't tell you that either.
You call him,
or did he call you?
I'm not at liberty to say.
Look, I'm going to make
this real easy for you.
You're going to tell me where
you were and when this went down
or I'm going to subpoena
your phone records,
prove there was no
call from any CI,
and make sure you're washing
cars over at the motor pool.
You at liberty to say now?
I was at the Old Cash Bar.
Place over on 38th?
The one with all the
bills on the wall? Yeah.
Look, I've been, you know...
seeing the bartender there.
I was on duty.
I know I wasn't supposed to be there,
but I wasn't drinking.
Oh, man!
We were just talking,
when, all of a sudden,
this girl comes up to me...
Excuse me-- Officer?
...says there's a guy in the
back playing darts
who looks like the guy who's
been all over the news
during the prison riots.
"Shane Casey had been on the run
since his escape from prison
"approximately one month ago.
"The fugitive was serving
life without parole
"after murdering four people.
"Apparently the
killing spree started
"when his brother Ian Casey
"hung himself in his jail cell
"after being convicted
of murder in 2006.
Ian Casey allegedly robbed a bar,
killing the bartender."
Allegedly? No, no,
he killed the guy.
You want to know what tomorrow's
headline's going to be?
"Woman allegedly kills her husband
for not helping with the laundry."
Come on, we were supposed
to leave an hour ago.
You see how your
mommy talks to me?
I'm pretty sure the beach
isn't going anywhere, is it?
Think you'd get away with that?
Killing you? Yeah.
Absolutely.
You're that confident with your
crime scene cleanup skills?
Oh, who said I would
clean up anything?
Oh, of course, you wouldn't
leave anything behind, right?
No, I would leave everything
behind, including me.
I wouldn't flee.
Self-defense.
She's going with self-defense.
You were in here
folding laundry.
I came in with Lucy to
tell you I was leaving you.
Leaving me.
The love was gone.
We'd stopped having sex
when your impotence problem,
and your temper, became
too much for me to handle.
So I said good-bye and I turned,
and you grabbed me from behind.
It was awful.
I mean, he'd gotten
angry before,
but never like that, Officer.
The rage in his eyes...
He started choking me.
And I was gasping for air.
And I grabbed the vase
and I hit him over
the head with it.
I'd be out of the
precinct by noon.
I'm genuinely frightened.
I don't want to go
on this vacation.
Pack.
I'm going to check in with work
one more time.
Hey, babe, you see my
police academy T-shirt?
It's in there somewhere.
I remember putting
it in the dryer.
Mac, hey, it's Lindsay.
We were just checking in...
What?
You are kidding. What?
Shane Casey.
Is this a joke?
I wish it was.
The geniuses at the top put
him in a room with one officer
and no bars on the windows.
Oh, brilliant.
So what now?
Getting caught was
definitely a mistake,
but most everything Shane
Casey does is deliberate,
including being seen.
We're looking into where
he was last night.
All right, well, look,
we're still here.
Do you want us to come in?
No, no, we're fine here.
You two have earned
a few days off.
Okay, Mac.
Do us a favor and
catch this guy, okay?
You got it.
He's out.
Hey, they got it covered.
Don't worry about it.
Let's... Let's get out of town.
Okay?
Are you ready?
Mm-hmm.
The bartender I was
talking to isn't in today.
Okay, thanks.
You were right.
He wanted us to
know he was here.
But why?
What's he trying to tell us?
Did the girl tell you if he was
sitting anywhere in particular?
She said he was by the
video game earlier,
but by the time she grabbed me,
he was already gone.
He was right there.
I swear. It was him.
He's been all over the news.
He's gone now.
No, there he is. That's the guy.
Stella.
That's the same skull
that Shane Casey printed on
those T-shirts, remember?
"QJ2432."
That's Shane's inmate number.
He's not done.
What's with the Shane
Casey guy, you know?
If he's got something to say,
just say it.
We gotta figure out all these
clues and riddles and crap.
I mean, what if we
couldn't figure it out?
Be, like, "Hey,
beats me, Stella.
You want to get a coffee?"
Then what would he do?
I don't think it's
that complicated, Adam.
He wants us to figure it out.
The last time he
printed coded messages
on T-shirts.
That's his game.
He does it to stall us.
It took a while,
but Mac figured out it was
about his brother's
wrongful conviction.
Which we were able
to prove wasn't a
wrongful conviction.
Your brother was in this bar.
He was standing right there.
He shot the bartender.
I don't want to hear
any more of your lies!
Here's the most
glaring difference.
The serial number has been
replaced with symbols.
Now, no idea what it means.
Hold on.
I've got something.
"E unum pluribus."
I'm pretty sure that's
on every dollar bill.
It is, but not in this order.
It's supposed to be "e
pluribus unum,"
which means "from many, one."
But in Shane Casey's bill
it means "from one, many."
I don't get it. You?
Not yet,
but we need to
figure it out soon.
When Shane Casey goes to work,
somebody always pays a price.
Hey, what are you doing?
I liked that song.
No, we want to rock out.
Right, Luce?
Yeah?
Exactly. You're outvoted.
Whatever.
20 more minutes to paradise.
Rock on!
Remember that guy?
Ethan Ganz.
Shane Casey's former cell mate.
He's got multiple
fraud convictions,
identity theft using
telephone company equipment
to eavesdrop on
people's conversations.
I figured if he was
helping Shane then,
he's probably helping him now.
You run him for an address?
I did. His place was empty.
Neighbors say
they haven't seen him in days.
Keep looking. He's our
only connection to Casey.
Maybe he knows where he is.
Any other leads?
Too many. Anybody and everybody
who sees a Caucasian male
with medium-length brown hair is
calling it in to the tip line.
What about the bill
Shane left in the bar?
Stella, Hawkes and
Adam are working it.
Keep me posted on Ganz.
All right, the answer has
to be in these symbols.
He used numerology in the past,
but that doesn't
seem to apply here.
The only number we have is four,
which represents
"creation" in numerology.
I'd say we're overthinking it,
that there's a more
literal translation,
but percentage...
parentheses... slash?
Well, maybe the two slashes
indicate a birth date.
That would fit with "creation."
So, 2004 or 1904?
That means the symbols
represent numbers.
Yeah.
Okay. Sorry, Adam.
Really?
So maybe the symbols correspond
to numbers on the keyboard.
Percentage is five. Okay.
Closed parentheses is a zero.
Okay.
Forward slash is
a question mark,
which doesn't fit,
so that would stay
the same, Mm-hmm.
confirming your date theory.
The exclamation point is a one.
Pound a three.
Doesn't make any sense.
What if he changed
it up on us...
and four corresponds
to a symbol?
Yeah, the four is a dollar sign.
So it would be 50...
slash, 13, slash...
...dollar sign.
Still not seeing it, Stell.
Yeah, me neither.
50, 50...
50 States?
13 colonies?
50 stars.
13 stripes.
It's the American flag.
Yes. It's The American Way.
Check this out.
I searched "dollar sign"
and "American flag,
" and I got this.
The American Way by
Emmett Vaughan.
Casey's running with
the theme of "dollars."
The bill was folded
into a picture frame.
Yeah, and it's
currently being housed
at the Manhattan Museum of Art.
If we're right, Shane's got
something waiting for us there.
...survey traces the career
of a Thai-American...
It's among the earliest
of his silk screenings,
dating back to 1962.
Judging from its
placement in your museum,
I take it it's worth more
than just face value?
Slightly. At an
estimated $43 million.
We do have a strict
"You break it,
you buy it" policy.
Well, don't worry.
We'll be very gentle.
You seeing anything?
Nope, not yet.
Casey wrote on his bill,
"Out of one, many."
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Stella...
Get a load of this.
Hey, I've got something.
Right here, the words
above the pyramid.
"Laquem Nemus"?
Now, the real dollar bill says "
annuit coeptis."
"God has favored
our undertakings."
Laquem means "noose."
And nemus is "tree."
All right, Professor, tell me
what in the world is Casey
trying to tell us now?
Okay, hold on a second.
I want to take a picture.
In the car?
We're a hundred yards
from the ocean!
I told my mom I'd take
a lot of pictures.
Besides, relax.
We're not on a shift.
We're on vacation.
What? I can just see
you when you're 60.
"Come on! We're only a hundred
yards from the ocean!"
You know, this is our
first family vacation.
Someday, you're gonna be really
glad I took these pictures.
I am glad right now.
Come on.
Washington Square
Park was not listed
as one of Ethan Ganz's hangouts.
Sorry. I couldn't resist.
Parks Department
employee called it in.
He found him around dawn.
This tree is symbolic.
It's called the "
Hangman's Tree."
Traitors and thieves
were hanged from it
during the Revolutionary War.
Maybe Casey thought Ganz
betrayed him somehow.
That guy's, like, five nuggets
short of a Happy Meal.
Now he's got a code of ethics?
Okay.
"98-06."
That's Danny's company
from the police academy.
Yeah, I saw him
wearing that T-shirt
in the gym the other day.
How the hell did
he get his hands
on Danny's clothes?
Same way he got
his hands on this.
This isn't about
Ganz at all, is it?
Shane Casey has other plans.
He's after Danny.
Danny and Lindsay didn't say much
about their plans, Flack.
We're still trying to
find any sort of specific
travel itinerary,
but all we know for sure
is they're headed
towards Long Island.
Well, I've sent photos
with descriptions
to both East and
South Hampton PDs.
They've already
put an alarm out.
Any hits on credit cards? No.
But Danny's more
like me that way;
he'd rather pay
cash than pay bills.
I doubt he'll use one
unless he has to.
What about their cell phones?
He left his at home.
But we're still trying
to triangulate Lindsay's,
not to mention voice
mails and text messages.
The trouble is, though, Flack,
once you get up along the coast,
the coverage gets really spotty.
All this technology for catching
crooks at our fingertips,
and we can't seem to use it
to track down two of our own.
I got more bad news, Flack.
We found Shane Casey's prints
on one of the building's
basement laundry machines.
So he stole Danny's
clothes himself.
Right. We also found
evidence of recent access
to a telephone junction box
in a building utility room.
Picked up Ethan Ganz's
prints there.
Hey, it's official.
I just booked our trip.
Yeah? The same place
we talked about?
Mm-hmm. Three days, two nights.
Nice.
Can you just do me one
more favor, though?
What's that?
Make sure you pack
the blue bikini.
The place we're
staying is amazing.
I just checked it out on line.
Okay, so, if Ganz was
tapping their phone lines,
that means he and Shane probably
know a hell of a lot more
about where Danny and
Lindsay are than we do.
Oh, my God,
how good does this feel?
Not too shabby.
Remind me again why
we cram ourselves
into an overpriced
two-bedroom in the city?
You don't like a view of
the building next door?
What's the matter?
Seriously. Smell that ocean!
I think I smell fish and chips.
I'm hungry. Come on.
Excuse me. How you doin'?
Lucy, did you see
that birdy up there?
Look, look, look, look. Look.
Look at all those
birdies up there.
Do you see them? Mommy...
Mommy...
Come on. What do you want?
Uh, nothing. We're gonna go
Mommy! down to the beach.
Now you want to go to the beach?
All right.
Look over there, look.
Left, left, left.
There's a spot.
Yeah, there's a spot...
This big, empty...
Oh, my goodness. All right.
We'll put a blanket down.
How about you put...
? Did you bring the towels?
Yep.
Any luck reaching
Danny and Lindsay?
I've left half a
dozen message myself.
And Adam's scouring every inch
of their apartment for any info
he can find on exactly
where they've gone.
Sid, please tell us
you got something.
Uh, well, I sent Danny's
clothes to Layout,
in case they can
yield any clues.
Meanwhile, take a look at this.
Note the petechial hemorrhaging
of Ethan Ganz's eyes.
Bluish tint to the skin.
Asphyxiation.
The man did have a noose
around his neck, Sid.
Yes, but I also
couldn't help noticing
there were no rope
fibers on his hands,
fingernail marks near his throat
or secondary ligature
patterns of any kind.
So he had no defensive wounds
customarily found when a
hanging victim struggles
to remove the noose.
Not one. However,
I did find this on
the back of his head.
Small contusion.
Looks like blunt-force trauma,
in the shape of a
ball-peen hammer maybe?
With a wooden handle,
judging by the abrasions
I also discovered in his throat.
So he was hit with a hammer,
and then choked with it.
So which one killed him?
Neither. That was
the crab's job.
What?
After I noticed the
throat abrasions,
I spotted some kind of
tracheal obstruction
under the fluoroscope...
It was too deep to tweeze
from his mouth,
so I dove in the other way.
And let's just say
it turned out
to be quite a fishing
expedition.
What is this?
Limulus Polyphemus.
The horseshoe crab,
if I had to hazard a guess.
I used to step on
those in the Hamptons
when I was a kid.
Hurt like a son of a...
Casey must have surprised Ganz
from behind with a
blow to the head.
Then he stuffed this
down his throat
while he was unconscious.
And he never came around.
I don't get it.
Ethan Ganz had to
be the last friend
Shane Casey had in this world.
Why the hell would he kill him?
Because he served his purpose.
And Danny's the endgame.
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Ooh...
Is this Queen Lucy's castle?
Hey, psst. Hmm...
Hey. What?
Want to make some dough?
What is this, a Shell game?
Get that out of there.
What did Daddy do?
What's Daddy doing?
Oh, whoops.
You know, if we want to get up
to the lighthouse before sunset,
maybe we should get going.
Sounds good.
What do you say,
Your Majesty, huh?
Shall we storm the castle and
tear down the lighthouse?
Ready? Come on, sweetie.
Let's go, Lucy.
First of all, our crab dollar's
signatures are all wrong.
Instead of the correct
Treasury Department officials,
he's written the names
William Kidd and Jacob Hand.
William Kidd.
That's Captain Kidd, right?
Right-- the 18th century
pirate who plundered
and pillaged his way down
the entire Eastern seaboard.
What about the other name?
Nothing on Jacob Hand yet,
or the significance of
the altered numbers.
One, seven, nine, six.
1796, maybe?
Could be a date.
Hmm. Looks like he also changed
the pyramid on the back of
the bill to a lighthouse.
Yeah. I've already checked.
There's 19 of these on Long
Island from Coney to Montauk.
I'm going to run an image
search on this one now.
But there's one more thing, Mac.
The Latin inscription
beneath it should read,
"novus ordo seclorum."
"New order for the ages."
Instead it reads,
"meus fides erum pallium."
That's "my belief was stolen."
Yeah.
What's Casey's motive here, Mac?
I mean, is he... is he
trying to tell us something,
or his he just playing with us?
I wish I knew.
Either way,
we're running out of time.
Look at the lighthouse, Luce.
Look at that, Lucy.
Wow!
That is so cool.
Here, hold on.
I'm getting a
picture of you two.
...really tall! Whoa,
whoa, whoa.
I thought we said we weren't
bringing our cell phones.
We did, and I haven't
used it once,
but my camera battery just died,
so... ready?
Oh, that is so cute.
I'm sending that on.
That is...
Hey.
Whoa, whoa, I got something.
Lindsay's phone just
popped up on the grid.
Searching triangulation
coordinates.
Looks like they're somewhere
along the Southern shore.
Okay, we're locked on.
They're in Amagansett.
There's a lighthouse there.
The Amagansett Point Light
built in 1796.
Jacob Hand was its
first operator.
Captain Kidd?
Supposedly buried
treasure in its base.
So one kept the light...
While the other hid
in the shadows.
Contact local PD,
get on the horn,
to the U.S. Coast Guard.
Tell them we're on our way.
Taylor Detectives en route
from 34th heliport to
Long Island.
T-minus ten seconds and
counting to liftoff.
You ready, Luce? Here we go.
Hello!
Earth to Messers.
Nine... eight...
This is ground control
to Messer family.
...four... three...
two...
one.
We having fun yet?
Oh, man, you remember me,
don't you, Danny?
And who is this,
the little missus?
Hi. Shane Casey.
Nice work.
And who's is this
little ball of sunshine?
What do you want from us, Casey?
I don't want anything from them.
Get out of here.
Go to hell.
Okay.
You two can join him.
Babe, take her and go.
Danny... Take her and go.
Please, I...
I love you.
I love you. I love you.
Go...
Bye.
Yeah, right there.
PILOT Coast Guard 623,
on approach to Amagansett
Lighthouse.
Going in.
I'll meet you there.
Let's go.
I've been waiting for this,
Messer.
All right.
Here I am.
Obviously, you knew I would be.
So, what is it that you want?
Shut up!
What do you want?
What do I want?
To shoot the frickin' messenger!
You all right? Yeah.
Oh, man.
Sounds like the cavalry's here.
Too bad they won't be able
to stop me from killing you.
Now, why would you want
to do something like that?
Oh, please.
Don't tell me you already
forgot about my brother.
Your brother?
It was a robbery gone bad.
He offed a bartender,
and then he...
offed himself in prison
because he couldn't
live with what he did.
And you know why?!
'Cause he couldn't live
with life's two most
important lessons.
What are those?
What? Guilt...
is a useless emotion. Yeah?
Okay.
Yeah, what else?
Ignorance is bliss, my friend.
Something that you pretty much
screwed all to hell for me.
How is that, man?
How is that?
My brother...
was all I had, okay?
I mean, man,
he was the closest thing
that I had to a hero!
And you know what?
You know what?
Thinking he was innocent,
going after all those... people
that put him away--
it felt good!
It felt sexy!
And then you
and all your friends
at the Science Club
had to go and ruin it for me.
That's right.
You hear me, Messer?
Huh?
Look, I told you then,
and I will tell you again:
Your brother is a murderer,
just like you.
That's right!
And you put me away,
just like him!
Guess what?
I wasn't like Ian.
I can live with what I've done!
The only thing I can't live with
is knowing that your smug ass
was out here pretending
to be a good guy.
All right.
And that's why you
escaped from prison?
I went through a lot...
a lot...
...to shut you up.
Do what you gotta do,
you sick son of a bitch! Do it!
Now!
Sick bastard!
Hold on to me.
Don't worry, Messer.
I will.
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Have they found his body yet?
The Coast Guard's sweeping
the area as we speak,
but they don't
hold out much hope.
The tide was high,
and that point's
pretty treacherous.
Drift patterns could
carry his body
anywhere from Fire
Island to Jersey Shore.
Yeah, well, whatever it takes
to finish up Shane
Casey once and for all.
Yeah, you got that right.
You talk to Lindsay?
Yeah. They were too
worked-up to stay.
Figured they'd catch a
train back into the city
and sleep the rest
of the week off
in the confines of
their apartment.
That's not the vacation
they had in mind.
No, but at least
they have each other.
Home, sweet home.
Yeah.
She go down all right?
Yup.
She definitely needed a nap.
She's not the only one.
I take it all back.
What's that?
Everything I said
about our apartment.
I don't ever want
to leave here again.
It's fine with me.
That's what pizza
delivery's for.
I'm not sure how much longer
we can keep doing this.
I'm tired of feeling
like I've lost you.
Hey.
Shh.
I'm right here.
I'm right here,
and I'm not going anywhere.
You promise?
I promise.
Here I come, baby. Here I come.
Hello.
Oh, my God.
radio communication)
This is Officer Henderson!
I'm in pursuit of Shane Casey!
He's going across.
Where the hell is Aviation?!
This guy's insane!
You have no idea!
Hey, it's over, man.
Just stay there!
We'll get someone over to you!
PILOT Hang on!
Assistance is on the way.
Got it? OFFICER 2: Yeah.
Flack, he's still
trying to get away!
Flack, what the
hell are you doing?
He's not worth it! Let him go!
You're under arrest,
you crazy son of a bitch!
? Out here in the fields ?
? I fight for my meals ?
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CSI New York 6x23
"Vacation Getaway"
They're holding Shane Casey
at the DA's office?
Usual theatrics.
The DA and the commissioner
want a perp walk.
Parade him in front of the world
to show that Batman's
got nothing on them.
What's your sign?
Hey.
I'm talking to you.
What's your sign?
Aries.
Aries.
Okay, here we go.
With the sun aligned
with Jupiter
and behind Pluto...
it's best you not bend over
for the soap later today,
but think positive, love can be
found in the strangest places.
See, chin up. It ain't all bad.
Then again...
Shane Casey's killed,
like, what, six people?
Intelligence is always
trumped by an opportunity
to make the front page.
You have a cigarette?
What, you on crack?
You can't smoke in here.
What are you, a little bitch?
Did you just call
me a little bitch?
I just called you
a little bitch.
You really are as crazy
as they say you are.
Guilty.
Yeah, all right.
What the hell.
Here.
Smoke up, sonny--
They actually asked if we
wanted in on the perp walk.
Oh, they know us so well.
I'd be happier escorting
him to a Pris--
NYPD. Move! Move!
Hey! Hey!
Move!
Back up!
I'll put a bullet in her head,
I swear to God!
I don't have a clean shot.
You shoot her,
we'll drop you before she
hits the ground, Shane.
Don't do it.
Called in a level
three mobilization.
Manhattan task force is
setting up a perimeter,
closing streets-- excuse me--
and evacuating some buildings.
Plus we got extra
patrol in the subways.
You want car stops at
bridges and tunnels?
No, no, he's not
leaving the city.
What makes you say that?
He made his way from
Pennsylvania to here,
the whole time
wanting to be seen.
He's got unfinished business.
We need to track
down where he's been.
Okay, where do you
want to start?
With him.
What do you want from me, Flack?
It's like I told you.
I'm standing on the
corner when I see the guy.
He's staring right at me.
I'm thinking,
you got to be kidding me.
That's the guy.
He gives me one of
these stupid grins,
he books, I chase after him,
I call it in.
Five minutes later,
you're right behind me.
Casey's just walking
down the street?
Yeah. FLACK: And, what,
he's wearing a shirt
that says, "I just escaped
from Pennsylvania State Prison,
and all I got was
this lousy T-shirt"?
Listen to me, Nicky,
we're not Internal Affairs,
all right?
We don't care where you were.
We want to know where Shane was.
What were you doing
on the corner?
I was meeting a CI.
What's his name?
I can't tell you that.
At your usual meeting spot?
I can't tell you that either.
You call him,
or did he call you?
I'm not at liberty to say.
Look, I'm going to make
this real easy for you.
You're going to tell me where
you were and when this went down
or I'm going to subpoena
your phone records,
prove there was no
call from any CI,
and make sure you're washing
cars over at the motor pool.
You at liberty to say now?
I was at the Old Cash Bar.
Place over on 38th?
The one with all the
bills on the wall? Yeah.
Look, I've been, you know...
seeing the bartender there.
I was on duty.
I know I wasn't supposed to be there,
but I wasn't drinking.
Oh, man!
We were just talking,
when, all of a sudden,
this girl comes up to me...
Excuse me-- Officer?
...says there's a guy in the
back playing darts
who looks like the guy who's
been all over the news
during the prison riots.
"Shane Casey had been on the run
since his escape from prison
"approximately one month ago.
"The fugitive was serving
life without parole
"after murdering four people.
"Apparently the
killing spree started
"when his brother Ian Casey
"hung himself in his jail cell
"after being convicted
of murder in 2006.
Ian Casey allegedly robbed a bar,
killing the bartender."
Allegedly? No, no,
he killed the guy.
You want to know what tomorrow's
headline's going to be?
"Woman allegedly kills her husband
for not helping with the laundry."
Come on, we were supposed
to leave an hour ago.
You see how your
mommy talks to me?
I'm pretty sure the beach
isn't going anywhere, is it?
Think you'd get away with that?
Killing you? Yeah.
Absolutely.
You're that confident with your
crime scene cleanup skills?
Oh, who said I would
clean up anything?
Oh, of course, you wouldn't
leave anything behind, right?
No, I would leave everything
behind, including me.
I wouldn't flee.
Self-defense.
She's going with self-defense.
You were in here
folding laundry.
I came in with Lucy to
tell you I was leaving you.
Leaving me.
The love was gone.
We'd stopped having sex
when your impotence problem,
and your temper, became
too much for me to handle.
So I said good-bye and I turned,
and you grabbed me from behind.
It was awful.
I mean, he'd gotten
angry before,
but never like that, Officer.
The rage in his eyes...
He started choking me.
And I was gasping for air.
And I grabbed the vase
and I hit him over
the head with it.
I'd be out of the
precinct by noon.
I'm genuinely frightened.
I don't want to go
on this vacation.
Pack.
I'm going to check in with work
one more time.
Hey, babe, you see my
police academy T-shirt?
It's in there somewhere.
I remember putting
it in the dryer.
Mac, hey, it's Lindsay.
We were just checking in...
What?
You are kidding. What?
Shane Casey.
Is this a joke?
I wish it was.
The geniuses at the top put
him in a room with one officer
and no bars on the windows.
Oh, brilliant.
So what now?
Getting caught was
definitely a mistake,
but most everything Shane
Casey does is deliberate,
including being seen.
We're looking into where
he was last night.
All right, well, look,
we're still here.
Do you want us to come in?
No, no, we're fine here.
You two have earned
a few days off.
Okay, Mac.
Do us a favor and
catch this guy, okay?
You got it.
He's out.
Hey, they got it covered.
Don't worry about it.
Let's... Let's get out of town.
Okay?
Are you ready?
Mm-hmm.
The bartender I was
talking to isn't in today.
Okay, thanks.
You were right.
He wanted us to
know he was here.
But why?
What's he trying to tell us?
Did the girl tell you if he was
sitting anywhere in particular?
She said he was by the
video game earlier,
but by the time she grabbed me,
he was already gone.
He was right there.
I swear. It was him.
He's been all over the news.
He's gone now.
No, there he is. That's the guy.
Stella.
That's the same skull
that Shane Casey printed on
those T-shirts, remember?
"QJ2432."
That's Shane's inmate number.
He's not done.
What's with the Shane
Casey guy, you know?
If he's got something to say,
just say it.
We gotta figure out all these
clues and riddles and crap.
I mean, what if we
couldn't figure it out?
Be, like, "Hey,
beats me, Stella.
You want to get a coffee?"
Then what would he do?
I don't think it's
that complicated, Adam.
He wants us to figure it out.
The last time he
printed coded messages
on T-shirts.
That's his game.
He does it to stall us.
It took a while,
but Mac figured out it was
about his brother's
wrongful conviction.
Which we were able
to prove wasn't a
wrongful conviction.
Your brother was in this bar.
He was standing right there.
He shot the bartender.
I don't want to hear
any more of your lies!
Here's the most
glaring difference.
The serial number has been
replaced with symbols.
Now, no idea what it means.
Hold on.
I've got something.
"E unum pluribus."
I'm pretty sure that's
on every dollar bill.
It is, but not in this order.
It's supposed to be "e
pluribus unum,"
which means "from many, one."
But in Shane Casey's bill
it means "from one, many."
I don't get it. You?
Not yet,
but we need to
figure it out soon.
When Shane Casey goes to work,
somebody always pays a price.
Hey, what are you doing?
I liked that song.
No, we want to rock out.
Right, Luce?
Yeah?
Exactly. You're outvoted.
Whatever.
20 more minutes to paradise.
Rock on!
Remember that guy?
Ethan Ganz.
Shane Casey's former cell mate.
He's got multiple
fraud convictions,
identity theft using
telephone company equipment
to eavesdrop on
people's conversations.
I figured if he was
helping Shane then,
he's probably helping him now.
You run him for an address?
I did. His place was empty.
Neighbors say
they haven't seen him in days.
Keep looking. He's our
only connection to Casey.
Maybe he knows where he is.
Any other leads?
Too many. Anybody and everybody
who sees a Caucasian male
with medium-length brown hair is
calling it in to the tip line.
What about the bill
Shane left in the bar?
Stella, Hawkes and
Adam are working it.
Keep me posted on Ganz.
All right, the answer has
to be in these symbols.
He used numerology in the past,
but that doesn't
seem to apply here.
The only number we have is four,
which represents
"creation" in numerology.
I'd say we're overthinking it,
that there's a more
literal translation,
but percentage...
parentheses... slash?
Well, maybe the two slashes
indicate a birth date.
That would fit with "creation."
So, 2004 or 1904?
That means the symbols
represent numbers.
Yeah.
Okay. Sorry, Adam.
Really?
So maybe the symbols correspond
to numbers on the keyboard.
Percentage is five. Okay.
Closed parentheses is a zero.
Okay.
Forward slash is
a question mark,
which doesn't fit,
so that would stay
the same, Mm-hmm.
confirming your date theory.
The exclamation point is a one.
Pound a three.
Doesn't make any sense.
What if he changed
it up on us...
and four corresponds
to a symbol?
Yeah, the four is a dollar sign.
So it would be 50...
slash, 13, slash...
...dollar sign.
Still not seeing it, Stell.
Yeah, me neither.
50, 50...
50 States?
13 colonies?
50 stars.
13 stripes.
It's the American flag.
Yes. It's The American Way.
Check this out.
I searched "dollar sign"
and "American flag,
" and I got this.
The American Way by
Emmett Vaughan.
Casey's running with
the theme of "dollars."
The bill was folded
into a picture frame.
Yeah, and it's
currently being housed
at the Manhattan Museum of Art.
If we're right, Shane's got
something waiting for us there.
...survey traces the career
of a Thai-American...
It's among the earliest
of his silk screenings,
dating back to 1962.
Judging from its
placement in your museum,
I take it it's worth more
than just face value?
Slightly. At an
estimated $43 million.
We do have a strict
"You break it,
you buy it" policy.
Well, don't worry.
We'll be very gentle.
You seeing anything?
Nope, not yet.
Casey wrote on his bill,
"Out of one, many."
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Stella...
Get a load of this.
Hey, I've got something.
Right here, the words
above the pyramid.
"Laquem Nemus"?
Now, the real dollar bill says "
annuit coeptis."
"God has favored
our undertakings."
Laquem means "noose."
And nemus is "tree."
All right, Professor, tell me
what in the world is Casey
trying to tell us now?
Okay, hold on a second.
I want to take a picture.
In the car?
We're a hundred yards
from the ocean!
I told my mom I'd take
a lot of pictures.
Besides, relax.
We're not on a shift.
We're on vacation.
What? I can just see
you when you're 60.
"Come on! We're only a hundred
yards from the ocean!"
You know, this is our
first family vacation.
Someday, you're gonna be really
glad I took these pictures.
I am glad right now.
Come on.
Washington Square
Park was not listed
as one of Ethan Ganz's hangouts.
Sorry. I couldn't resist.
Parks Department
employee called it in.
He found him around dawn.
This tree is symbolic.
It's called the "
Hangman's Tree."
Traitors and thieves
were hanged from it
during the Revolutionary War.
Maybe Casey thought Ganz
betrayed him somehow.
That guy's, like, five nuggets
short of a Happy Meal.
Now he's got a code of ethics?
Okay.
"98-06."
That's Danny's company
from the police academy.
Yeah, I saw him
wearing that T-shirt
in the gym the other day.
How the hell did
he get his hands
on Danny's clothes?
Same way he got
his hands on this.
This isn't about
Ganz at all, is it?
Shane Casey has other plans.
He's after Danny.
Danny and Lindsay didn't say much
about their plans, Flack.
We're still trying to
find any sort of specific
travel itinerary,
but all we know for sure
is they're headed
towards Long Island.
Well, I've sent photos
with descriptions
to both East and
South Hampton PDs.
They've already
put an alarm out.
Any hits on credit cards? No.
But Danny's more
like me that way;
he'd rather pay
cash than pay bills.
I doubt he'll use one
unless he has to.
What about their cell phones?
He left his at home.
But we're still trying
to triangulate Lindsay's,
not to mention voice
mails and text messages.
The trouble is, though, Flack,
once you get up along the coast,
the coverage gets really spotty.
All this technology for catching
crooks at our fingertips,
and we can't seem to use it
to track down two of our own.
I got more bad news, Flack.
We found Shane Casey's prints
on one of the building's
basement laundry machines.
So he stole Danny's
clothes himself.
Right. We also found
evidence of recent access
to a telephone junction box
in a building utility room.
Picked up Ethan Ganz's
prints there.
Hey, it's official.
I just booked our trip.
Yeah? The same place
we talked about?
Mm-hmm. Three days, two nights.
Nice.
Can you just do me one
more favor, though?
What's that?
Make sure you pack
the blue bikini.
The place we're
staying is amazing.
I just checked it out on line.
Okay, so, if Ganz was
tapping their phone lines,
that means he and Shane probably
know a hell of a lot more
about where Danny and
Lindsay are than we do.
Oh, my God,
how good does this feel?
Not too shabby.
Remind me again why
we cram ourselves
into an overpriced
two-bedroom in the city?
You don't like a view of
the building next door?
What's the matter?
Seriously. Smell that ocean!
I think I smell fish and chips.
I'm hungry. Come on.
Excuse me. How you doin'?
Lucy, did you see
that birdy up there?
Look, look, look, look. Look.
Look at all those
birdies up there.
Do you see them? Mommy...
Mommy...
Come on. What do you want?
Uh, nothing. We're gonna go
Mommy! down to the beach.
Now you want to go to the beach?
All right.
Look over there, look.
Left, left, left.
There's a spot.
Yeah, there's a spot...
This big, empty...
Oh, my goodness. All right.
We'll put a blanket down.
How about you put...
? Did you bring the towels?
Yep.
Any luck reaching
Danny and Lindsay?
I've left half a
dozen message myself.
And Adam's scouring every inch
of their apartment for any info
he can find on exactly
where they've gone.
Sid, please tell us
you got something.
Uh, well, I sent Danny's
clothes to Layout,
in case they can
yield any clues.
Meanwhile, take a look at this.
Note the petechial hemorrhaging
of Ethan Ganz's eyes.
Bluish tint to the skin.
Asphyxiation.
The man did have a noose
around his neck, Sid.
Yes, but I also
couldn't help noticing
there were no rope
fibers on his hands,
fingernail marks near his throat
or secondary ligature
patterns of any kind.
So he had no defensive wounds
customarily found when a
hanging victim struggles
to remove the noose.
Not one. However,
I did find this on
the back of his head.
Small contusion.
Looks like blunt-force trauma,
in the shape of a
ball-peen hammer maybe?
With a wooden handle,
judging by the abrasions
I also discovered in his throat.
So he was hit with a hammer,
and then choked with it.
So which one killed him?
Neither. That was
the crab's job.
What?
After I noticed the
throat abrasions,
I spotted some kind of
tracheal obstruction
under the fluoroscope...
It was too deep to tweeze
from his mouth,
so I dove in the other way.
And let's just say
it turned out
to be quite a fishing
expedition.
What is this?
Limulus Polyphemus.
The horseshoe crab,
if I had to hazard a guess.
I used to step on
those in the Hamptons
when I was a kid.
Hurt like a son of a...
Casey must have surprised Ganz
from behind with a
blow to the head.
Then he stuffed this
down his throat
while he was unconscious.
And he never came around.
I don't get it.
Ethan Ganz had to
be the last friend
Shane Casey had in this world.
Why the hell would he kill him?
Because he served his purpose.
And Danny's the endgame.
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Ooh...
Is this Queen Lucy's castle?
Hey, psst. Hmm...
Hey. What?
Want to make some dough?
What is this, a Shell game?
Get that out of there.
What did Daddy do?
What's Daddy doing?
Oh, whoops.
You know, if we want to get up
to the lighthouse before sunset,
maybe we should get going.
Sounds good.
What do you say,
Your Majesty, huh?
Shall we storm the castle and
tear down the lighthouse?
Ready? Come on, sweetie.
Let's go, Lucy.
First of all, our crab dollar's
signatures are all wrong.
Instead of the correct
Treasury Department officials,
he's written the names
William Kidd and Jacob Hand.
William Kidd.
That's Captain Kidd, right?
Right-- the 18th century
pirate who plundered
and pillaged his way down
the entire Eastern seaboard.
What about the other name?
Nothing on Jacob Hand yet,
or the significance of
the altered numbers.
One, seven, nine, six.
1796, maybe?
Could be a date.
Hmm. Looks like he also changed
the pyramid on the back of
the bill to a lighthouse.
Yeah. I've already checked.
There's 19 of these on Long
Island from Coney to Montauk.
I'm going to run an image
search on this one now.
But there's one more thing, Mac.
The Latin inscription
beneath it should read,
"novus ordo seclorum."
"New order for the ages."
Instead it reads,
"meus fides erum pallium."
That's "my belief was stolen."
Yeah.
What's Casey's motive here, Mac?
I mean, is he... is he
trying to tell us something,
or his he just playing with us?
I wish I knew.
Either way,
we're running out of time.
Look at the lighthouse, Luce.
Look at that, Lucy.
Wow!
That is so cool.
Here, hold on.
I'm getting a
picture of you two.
...really tall! Whoa,
whoa, whoa.
I thought we said we weren't
bringing our cell phones.
We did, and I haven't
used it once,
but my camera battery just died,
so... ready?
Oh, that is so cute.
I'm sending that on.
That is...
Hey.
Whoa, whoa, I got something.
Lindsay's phone just
popped up on the grid.
Searching triangulation
coordinates.
Looks like they're somewhere
along the Southern shore.
Okay, we're locked on.
They're in Amagansett.
There's a lighthouse there.
The Amagansett Point Light
built in 1796.
Jacob Hand was its
first operator.
Captain Kidd?
Supposedly buried
treasure in its base.
So one kept the light...
While the other hid
in the shadows.
Contact local PD,
get on the horn,
to the U.S. Coast Guard.
Tell them we're on our way.
Taylor Detectives en route
from 34th heliport to
Long Island.
T-minus ten seconds and
counting to liftoff.
You ready, Luce? Here we go.
Hello!
Earth to Messers.
Nine... eight...
This is ground control
to Messer family.
...four... three...
two...
one.
We having fun yet?
Oh, man, you remember me,
don't you, Danny?
And who is this,
the little missus?
Hi. Shane Casey.
Nice work.
And who's is this
little ball of sunshine?
What do you want from us, Casey?
I don't want anything from them.
Get out of here.
Go to hell.
Okay.
You two can join him.
Babe, take her and go.
Danny... Take her and go.
Please, I...
I love you.
I love you. I love you.
Go...
Bye.
Yeah, right there.
PILOT Coast Guard 623,
on approach to Amagansett
Lighthouse.
Going in.
I'll meet you there.
Let's go.
I've been waiting for this,
Messer.
All right.
Here I am.
Obviously, you knew I would be.
So, what is it that you want?
Shut up!
What do you want?
What do I want?
To shoot the frickin' messenger!
You all right? Yeah.
Oh, man.
Sounds like the cavalry's here.
Too bad they won't be able
to stop me from killing you.
Now, why would you want
to do something like that?
Oh, please.
Don't tell me you already
forgot about my brother.
Your brother?
It was a robbery gone bad.
He offed a bartender,
and then he...
offed himself in prison
because he couldn't
live with what he did.
And you know why?!
'Cause he couldn't live
with life's two most
important lessons.
What are those?
What? Guilt...
is a useless emotion. Yeah?
Okay.
Yeah, what else?
Ignorance is bliss, my friend.
Something that you pretty much
screwed all to hell for me.
How is that, man?
How is that?
My brother...
was all I had, okay?
I mean, man,
he was the closest thing
that I had to a hero!
And you know what?
You know what?
Thinking he was innocent,
going after all those... people
that put him away--
it felt good!
It felt sexy!
And then you
and all your friends
at the Science Club
had to go and ruin it for me.
That's right.
You hear me, Messer?
Huh?
Look, I told you then,
and I will tell you again:
Your brother is a murderer,
just like you.
That's right!
And you put me away,
just like him!
Guess what?
I wasn't like Ian.
I can live with what I've done!
The only thing I can't live with
is knowing that your smug ass
was out here pretending
to be a good guy.
All right.
And that's why you
escaped from prison?
I went through a lot...
a lot...
...to shut you up.
Do what you gotta do,
you sick son of a bitch! Do it!
Now!
Sick bastard!
Hold on to me.
Don't worry, Messer.
I will.
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Have they found his body yet?
The Coast Guard's sweeping
the area as we speak,
but they don't
hold out much hope.
The tide was high,
and that point's
pretty treacherous.
Drift patterns could
carry his body
anywhere from Fire
Island to Jersey Shore.
Yeah, well, whatever it takes
to finish up Shane
Casey once and for all.
Yeah, you got that right.
You talk to Lindsay?
Yeah. They were too
worked-up to stay.
Figured they'd catch a
train back into the city
and sleep the rest
of the week off
in the confines of
their apartment.
That's not the vacation
they had in mind.
No, but at least
they have each other.
Home, sweet home.
Yeah.
She go down all right?
Yup.
She definitely needed a nap.
She's not the only one.
I take it all back.
What's that?
Everything I said
about our apartment.
I don't ever want
to leave here again.
It's fine with me.
That's what pizza
delivery's for.
I'm not sure how much longer
we can keep doing this.
I'm tired of feeling
like I've lost you.
Hey.
Shh.
I'm right here.
I'm right here,
and I'm not going anywhere.
You promise?
I promise.
Here I come, baby. Here I come.
Hello.
Oh, my God.