CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 6, Episode 8 - Cuckoo's Nest - full transcript
After a body falls from the 59th Street Bridge, the CSI team finds a compass near the body pointing east, and realizes it's the third victim of the Compass Killer. Meanwhile, detective Flack, still dealing with Angell's death, goes AWOL.
[dance music on boat]
[crowd chatters]
- Bob?
- Kenneth!
Thomas, hey.
I was just telling
this beautiful young woman here
how you guys fired me
because money's tight.
Not as tight as your arses.
Am I right or am I right, huh?
- Right?
- What are you doing here?
- Hmm?
- How did you get on the boat?
- Walked up that ramp thingy.
- You shouldn't be here.
Oh. Wait, wait.
Let me see if I understand this.
You guys can fire me after claiming
23 million in profit this quarter
but I can't enjoy a cocktail
on your floating glass-encased boat
of greed and betrayal?
[whispers] What's the girl's name?
Why don't you go inside, Bob?
- Think she'd visit me in prison?
- What?
[crowd screams]
Beg me for your life!
Beg me not to kill you!
- Take it easy, Bob.
- Get on your knees!
- Take it easy.
- Get on your knees!
You pathetic piece of garbage.
[crowd screams]
- What are we looking at, Stella?
- Murder-suicide with a twist.
Only our shooter wasn't the one
who committed suicide.
Why is O'Reilly doing the interview?
Thought Flack was on today.
He is. Didn't show up.
I can't reach him on his cell.
How do you wanna play it?
I'll call his CO.
Have him put him down for a day off.
- Walk me through it.
- Yeah.
Our shooting vic is Kenneth Grant.
He's a hedge-fund player
and he and his partners
were celebrating the recession,
when Bob over there decided
to put one right in his forehead.
Apparently, he wasn't satisfied
with Kenneth's hedging.
He was about to take out
another partner when...
Our jumper saves the day.
That's quite a fall from grace.
[# The Who: Baba O'Riley]
# Out here in the fields
# I fight for my meals
# I get my back into my living
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
Forgive me.
[Stella] Hey!
On your own two feet
and looking good, Messer!
Not bad, huh? First the wheelchair.
Now no more cane. Done.
That was one of the scariest moments.
I'll never forget it when you said
you couldn't move your legs.
When I saw the blood on my hands,
I thought that was it.
Yeah, well, it wasn't your time.
Yeah. Let's go with that.
What's this thing this morning?
This guy's on a boat.
Is he gonna swim to London?
Well, he'd been better off
just to swim directly to Rikers!
I'm not complaining.
Slam dunk and a suicide.
Easiest stretch we've had in a while.
Can always use the overtime
but having dinner at a normal hour
sounds good.
[mobiles ring]
- Sid.
- Mac.
[both] You jinxed it!
[chuckles] Mac, what's up?
- Have you heard from Flack?
- No, I haven't.
He's not answering his cell.
Run over to his apartment
and see if he's there.
Yeah. Anything you need.
- You still have his spare key?
- Yeah.
Use it. If he's sleeping one off,
throw his arse in the shower.
- Call me when you get there.
- You got it.
- Lieutenant Sythe.
- Detective Taylor.
You got a sec?
Let me guess.
This have to do with Flack?
- You put him down as AWOL yet?
- Not yet, no.
Good.
Had a few guys looking for him.
Checking his usual haunts.
I wouldn't bother.
You're not gonna find him there.
He's taking the day off.
Is that right?
I figured I'd come down
and tell you in person.
That's very kind of you, detective.
I hope Flack appreciates
all the trouble you've gone through
and the trouble you can get into.
Yeah, well. He'd do the same for me.
We good?
Good.
There are 206 bones
in the human body.
Richard Caldrone broke 204 of them.
Well, jumping off a bridge
has a tendency to do that.
The lone survivors
were the left pinkie toe
and the stapes
here in the right ear.
Little sucker is
only one-tenth of an inch.
99.02912621359224%
of his bones broken and yet...
Don't. Ah, don't, Sid.
I was gonna make plans for dinner.
- Ooh, where?
- Just say it.
Your jumper was shot in the chest.
- Entered here. Lodged in this area.
- Is that the COD?
It would have been. It did hit
the heart. He would have bled out.
But the fall probably killed him
before the bullet had a chance.
It's an odd place
to shoot yourself.
They didn't find
any stippling pattern on the clothes,
which means that the gun
was fired from at least three feet.
Some bruising on the wrists.
He may have been tied up.
Your murder was staged
to look like a suicide.
I know he hanged his victims
but could this be the Compass Killer?
We didn't find
any of the signatures.
The Compass Killer
leaves a note of remorse
and a compass with each body.
The only other thing I found
was this. Some sort of fibre.
Lifted it off the victim's shirt.
- Sorry about dinner.
- No, you're not.
Give me that bullet
as soon as you retrieve it.
- I need to match it with the gun.
- You have the gun?
No, but if the killer
dumped the body off the bridge,
he probably tossed the gun off, too.
Listen up, Hawkes.
We've been through this before
but those currents are unpredictable.
Be careful down there.
If there's trouble, signal, OK?
[Hawkes] Got it.
- Can you hear me inside the gear?
- Loud and clear.
We got you on this end, too.
Here's your camera.
[mobile rings]
Danny. You get to Flack's?
I'm here now, Mac,
and this place is a wreck.
What did you find?
It doesn't look like
he's paying his bills.
He's definitely been drinking.
- Danny, go to the front closet.
- Top shelf?
Hold on.
No, I got it. It's here.
Good. At least he's smart enough
to leave his gun at home.
Yeah, what next?
Hit his local spots.
T rack down his sister.
Maybe she knows where he is.
All right. Will do.
- [Hawkes] Guys, I've hit the bottom.
- Copy that.
- No word on Flack, huh?
- Not yet.
Danny's gonna hit his local bars.
Hopefully, he finds him on a stool,
drinking a Guinness
and singing "Danny Boy"
before people start asking questions.
I could be down here forever, Mac.
The shooter could have tossed the gun
anywhere along the bridge.
Hang in there, buddy. Circle back
and extend out another five yards.
After that, we pull the plug.
Copy that.
You seeing this?
[Stella] A compass.
- You gotta be kidding me.
- He's back.
The Compass Killer is back.
It was resting
on the bed of the river.
Hardly anything on top of it,
just sand.
Leaving the compass
is part of his signature.
I don't think
he tossed it in the river.
Must have gone with the vic
and fallen out of his pocket.
It's the Compass Killer.
The needle's
permanently facing east.
- He glued it, like the others.
- But why change his MO?
- I don't think he had a choice.
- Well, something happened up there.
Hey, guys.
Looks like we're being watched.
Detective Mac Taylor. I need
a level-one mobilisation, aviation.
K9, all available units
to the 59th Street Bridge.
Suspect is on foot
wearing a green hooded sweatshirt
heading toward Queens.
We lost him.
What am l..? What am I doing?
It's enough!
[groans]
No more. No more.
Walk away. Don't do it.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I thought
you weren't going out today.
I shouldn't have.
I'm sorry.
Look at me.
Baby?
Look at me.
I'm OK. Really.
You know that's what I want.
For you to be OK.
For us to be OK.
I know. We will be.
I'm almost done.
Done? With what?
Making it go away.
I'm gonna make it all go away.
[whispers] I have more work to do.
[groans]
Yo, drop the knife!
I'll shoot you like it's nothin'.
Feel me?
Drop the knife.
OK. You, toss the wallet. Now!
OK, back up.
[conductor] Next stop, 58th Street.
Go.
Dang! You stink! Get up!
Hmm. No. Come on, man.
[Flack groans]
Dario Gonzalez, custodian.
Hanged on Ellis lsland.
Carole Hillcroft.
[chokes]
Therapist.
Hanged in the T riborough Gardens.
Now Richard Caldrone.
A bouncer at McShay's Bar.
Shot on the 59th Street Bridge.
Three victims in a month and a half.
Each staged to look like a suicide.
The Compass Killer
left a note of remorse.
A compass with the needle in a fixed
position, north, south and east.
So one vic left. Should go down
somewhere on the West Side.
I wanna connect the dots.
With respect
to the handwritten notes,
the one that was found on the bridge
is a match to the first two.
Same handwriting,
same vintage paper and ink
used in the 1964 World's Fair.
We have, "l shouldn't have tried
to make a fast buck,"
"l should have written a letter
when I had the chance."
Now, "l should have stayed awake."
Each note ends the same way -
"I'm sorry."
He could be talking about the victims
or about himself.
So far there's nothing
linking our victims.
We've mined every database,
tracked their employment records.
There's no sheet that connects them.
They must have pissed this guy off.
Adam, what about the bouncer's shirt?
[Adam]
I thought they were white fibres
that transferred
from the killer to the vic.
But it was actually mycelia.
It's a vegetative mushroom root.
It helps me out not even a little bit
but I'm looking into it.
Sid ran a tox screen
on Richard Caldrone.
There's high levels of clonazepam.
Most likely it was injected.
We didn't find any puncture wounds
because of the damage to the body.
So he used a sedative
to overpower him.
[grunts]
The sedative must have worn off
and the plan changed.
So he placed the compass in
the vic's pocket when he dumped him.
And it fell out on the way down.
After the shooting,
he had to get out of there.
Which is why he had to return
to leave the note.
North, south, east.
I want answers before we find
another body on the West Side.
Stella.
Nothing from Flack?
Danny went to his usual spots.
We're running out of places to look.
And running out of time.
Let's triangulate his phone.
[# Rap music]
Flack! Yo!
No falling asleep, baby.
Wake your arse up.
OK, come on. Come on.
[muffled rap music]
[groans]
[mobile vibrates]
[Flack retches]
Flack, let's keep it movin', man.
You being in my crib
ain't a good look for me.
Why you let yourself
get beat down like that, man?
That's not mourning.
[knock on door]
[man] Yo, T, open up!
I know you in there, son.
Yo, stay here and be quiet!
[Stella] Hey, Mac.
We got a location
off of Flack's cellphone.
From the look on your face,
it's not good.
East 98th. It's North Brooklyn.
Not exactly Flack's neighbourhood.
I'm keeping it quiet. I'm worried
something might have happened to him.
We have the location of his
cellphone. We're not sure he's there.
I'll handle it.
When I'm off dealing with this,
I need you to hold the fort and
stay on top of the Compass Killer.
Fine. You be careful.
[man] Open up the door!
Yo, Deac, son, you can't be coming
over here all unexpected like that.
Yo, my dude, just open up
the damn door, man!
Yo, open up the door, son!
[T errence] Who do you think you are
bogarting my place?
Pulling a gun out on me.
You best be ready to use it.
[Deacon] We're looking
for a place to hide out.
Remember JG from Bushwick
who jacked us a few years back?
We took the liberty of reminding him
that what goes around, comes
right back around to our pockets.
I guess karma be like that.
But you can't stay here, yo.
- What's the problem?
- There ain't no problem, Gigantaw.
Well, it's all good.
Yeah, we outta here, man.
You check this, though.
Just cos you out the game
don't mean the game stops.
Remember that.
Man, we outta here. Let's go, dawg.
Hey! You got mushrooms for me?
I got mushrooms.
The fibres Sid pulled off
our bouncer's shirt
is an organic plant mixture
used for insulation.
Greensulate. It's eco-friendly.
It regulates heat just as well
as Styrofoam insulation.
The thing is, while Styrofoam
melts under extreme heat...
The mushroom stays cool under fire.
Low-tech biotech.
It doesn't explain how cutting-edge
insulation got on our vic.
But it's a great place to start.
Ecovative Design has been developing
greensulate for the past six months.
And according to their client list,
they've only contracted out
to three places in the city.
[Hawkes] Crestridge Psychiatric
is still under construction.
It's a great place
to get exposed insulation.
Hopefully, a perfect place
to get a lead on the Compass Killer.
I'll pass this on to Danny. Good job.
Hey, yo, Terrence.
This has been fun and all.
But you should probably get
some new friends.
Your boys are like
walking parole violations.
What's the matter?
Did I hurt your feelings?
Did you get sensitive all of a..?
I ain't trying to have
no cop convention up in here.
You two need some time
so I'll give y'all five minutes.
I would appreciate it
if you left the back way.
Same way you came up.
Terrence...
Thank you.
What do you want to hear, Mac?
It's just one of those days.
You can do better than that.
Fine. It won't happen again.
You're damn right.
I'm making it official.
Do what you gotta do.
Hey, let's be clear.
Part of me wants
to settle this another way.
- Get out of my face!
- Hey!
We're in the middle of a murder
investigation and you go AWOL?
- I can handle myself!
- Is that what you're doing here?
Is that why I had to get this
from Terrence?
Is that why I had to have
Stella triangulate your phone?
And Danny check the ERs
to see if you turned up dead?
You can keep telling people
that you're fine but that won't work.
It's been eating at me, Mac.
When Angell was killed...
...all I wanted to do
was make it right.
We did that.
Justice was served
because we did our jobs.
You weren't there
with me and Simon Cade!
I stood over that bastard!
I looked him in the eyes and l...
Whatever happened
is between you and your god.
I'm not your priest!
What I do need to know
is whether I can count on you.
[Danny] Your hospital has installed
mushroom greensulate.
Updating our insulation is
an important step in our renovation.
We are a state-of-the-art
psychiatric facility.
Long way from the cuckoo's nest, huh?
[Stella clears throat]
Ms Duke, have you seen
either of these men?
I haven't seen him.
Please.
Innocent people have died.
Do you recognise him?
It's possible
it might be Hollis Eckhart.
He was a patient here.
Delusional schizophrenic.
We believe the schizophrenia
was brought on
by post-traumatic stress disorder.
We didn't have any problems with him
until a month ago.
Eckhart disappeared
from the facility.
What are you talking about?
Disappeared?
I mean, he walked out the front door
without anyone noticing.
And how does a mental patient
escape from a hospital exactly?
We try to give our patients
dignity and freedom
but that doesn't always work out.
It's an embarrassing situation.
One we hoped would work itself out.
We kept Eckhart's room intact
in case he returned.
Good. We'd like to see it.
[camera shutter clicks]
OK, this is good. Eckhart's
hospital photo matches our sketch.
Stell, you recognise this guy?
Yeah, it looks like Dario Gonzales.
Compass Killer's first vic.
[screams]
And that looks like Carole Hillcroft.
[grunts]
- Making our third portrait...
- Richard Caldrone.
Danny, we just identified
the Compass Killer.
Now who's this?
"To my beautiful Calliope. The sun's
rays are always jealous of you."
Well, who's Calliope?
Remember the compass
we found on Dario Gonzales?
It had an engraving
on the back from the initials CE.
Calliope Eckhart.
That's right. It's gotta be his wife.
Nice. Hopefully she can tell us
where he is.
No, that's not gonna be possible.
According to this,
she was murdered two years ago.
We'll be together. I know.
Hey, Mac.
I got your message.
You wanted to talk?
Actually, I wanna apologise.
This last couple of months
I've been...
I've been pretty messed up.
And you've shown me a hell of a lot
of patience and support.
And you didn't have to.
So thank you.
I'm sorry.
Everybody mourns differently, Don.
I know a lot of your behaviours
had to do with Angell's death.
But there's also been something else.
I don't need to hear about it.
I just need to know that
you've dealt with it and it's done.
I crossed the line
and I'll live with that.
But it will never happen again.
What's most important to me now
is that I re-earn your trust.
We compared DNA from
the Compass Killer's first victim
to Hollis Eckhart's hospital
blood samples - it's a match.
- Eckhart is the Compass Killer.
- So now we just need to find him.
We looked at his old address.
A family's living there now.
He was originally picked up
in Queens for assault
but was declared to be mentally ill.
These are the clothes he was wearing
when he was admitted to the hospital
and I found traces of clonazepam
on the front of his shirt.
No! No! No, stop!
No! No! Don't!
The same sedative
he used on Richard Caldrone.
[grunts]
You can tell a lot
about a guy by his shoes.
These have a concoction with a mix of
hypoxy, poly-matrix and brass alloy.
I'm still trying to figure out
what this trace is.
Eckhart's shoes could give us an idea
of the places he might revisit.
- I'm on it, boss.
- I think I might have something.
This is the 91 1 call from the day
Eckhart's wife was murdered.
I worked the case.
This guy lived through a massacre.
[operator]
Mrs Eckhart, are you still there?
[Mrs Eckhart] Yes. A man has a gun.
He shot the receptionist.
[operator]
Is the shooter still in the office?
[gunshots]
[Mrs Eckhart]
Oh, God! He's right outside!
That was two years ago.
The spree shooting
at the City Surveyor's office.
Eckhart was division manager
at the time.
According to witness statements,
he received a visit from his wife.
They were celebrating his birthday.
[Eckhart] God, it's beautiful.
I love it. Thank you.
[Flack] Receptionist got into
an argument with her boyfriend.
[shouting]
Wait here.
[shouting]
I didn't do anything!
That got heated,
then that got deadly.
[screaming]
Get under the desk!
Get under the desk! Call 91 1!
Get under the desk!
That's when Mrs Eckhart
made the call?
Yeah. But it was too late.
- [operator] Is the shooter there?
- I don't know! Send the police!
[woman screams]
No! No!
- Stay down there.
- Stay on the line, ma'am.
[Mrs Eckhart] Oh, God! Oh, God!
What about Eckhart?
Don't come in here! Walk away!
Please, walk away!
[Mrs Eckhart sobs]
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God!
No, no, no!
[Mrs Eckhart screams]
10 people were shot.
Five casualties, including
the shooter who took his own life.
Eckhart, obviously,
he's a man in deep pain.
It doesn't give him an excuse
to take it out on others.
It does give him plenty of motive.
I'm thinking his vics were
somehow connected to this massacre.
We need to find that connection
and stop this murderer's cycle
once and for all.
Unis found Caldrone's car in Long
lsland. They're bringing it in now.
Check it out. See if there's any
trace that can lead us to Eckhart.
Yeah.
We've got high-velocity
blood spatter back here.
Judging from the path of the spray,
it definitely came from our vic.
No signs of struggle in the interior.
But the trunk's
a whole different story.
Our vic might have been tied up
cos these look like rope shavings.
He was definitely tied up
but he didn't stay that way.
So when Eckhart opened the trunk,
Caldrone had free hands.
Don't want to surprise
a man with a gun.
If Eckhart tied that rope,
he might have left some trace behind.
Hey. We got two leads
on the Compass Killer.
Adam got a hit on the caked trace
from the soles of Eckhart's shoes.
It's Terrazzo. Still trying
to find out where that leads us.
Hawkes did a chemical analysis
on the rope fibres
out of Caldrone's trunk.
I got peaks
for petro-diesel and bromine.
A gasoline
and a water-cleaning agent.
[Hawkes] And I have peaks
for morphine and codeine.
Public water samples from the city
reflect the narcotics
being flushed through each system.
We ran the trace against reclaimed
water samples from around the city
and found it comes from a public
water treatment facility in Queens.
You get a list of the locations
it services?
200 neighbourhoods.
But the biggest recipient is the
sprinkler system in Flushing Meadows.
Flushing Meadows opened an exhibit
commemorating the World's Fair.
- Which means plenty of tour buses.
- And plenty of diesel fuel.
The Rocket Park is in Flushing
Meadows and the Tent of Tomorrow.
Looks like his drawings
just became our compass.
Thank you.
[shouts] That's him!
Two detectives chasing
a murder suspect in Corona Park.
I need K9, aviation
and all available units to respond!
Go! Go!
[sirens wail]
- [Flack] You see him?
- [Mac] No.
Aerial team, any sign of him?
[pilot] Negative. No sign of suspect.
[tyres screech]
[Flack]
We got this entire place covered.
There's no way this guy
disappeared into thin air!
I want every inch
of this place searched.
We will find this guy.
[crowd chatters]
- Bob?
- Kenneth!
Thomas, hey.
I was just telling
this beautiful young woman here
how you guys fired me
because money's tight.
Not as tight as your arses.
Am I right or am I right, huh?
- Right?
- What are you doing here?
- Hmm?
- How did you get on the boat?
- Walked up that ramp thingy.
- You shouldn't be here.
Oh. Wait, wait.
Let me see if I understand this.
You guys can fire me after claiming
23 million in profit this quarter
but I can't enjoy a cocktail
on your floating glass-encased boat
of greed and betrayal?
[whispers] What's the girl's name?
Why don't you go inside, Bob?
- Think she'd visit me in prison?
- What?
[crowd screams]
Beg me for your life!
Beg me not to kill you!
- Take it easy, Bob.
- Get on your knees!
- Take it easy.
- Get on your knees!
You pathetic piece of garbage.
[crowd screams]
- What are we looking at, Stella?
- Murder-suicide with a twist.
Only our shooter wasn't the one
who committed suicide.
Why is O'Reilly doing the interview?
Thought Flack was on today.
He is. Didn't show up.
I can't reach him on his cell.
How do you wanna play it?
I'll call his CO.
Have him put him down for a day off.
- Walk me through it.
- Yeah.
Our shooting vic is Kenneth Grant.
He's a hedge-fund player
and he and his partners
were celebrating the recession,
when Bob over there decided
to put one right in his forehead.
Apparently, he wasn't satisfied
with Kenneth's hedging.
He was about to take out
another partner when...
Our jumper saves the day.
That's quite a fall from grace.
[# The Who: Baba O'Riley]
# Out here in the fields
# I fight for my meals
# I get my back into my living
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
Forgive me.
[Stella] Hey!
On your own two feet
and looking good, Messer!
Not bad, huh? First the wheelchair.
Now no more cane. Done.
That was one of the scariest moments.
I'll never forget it when you said
you couldn't move your legs.
When I saw the blood on my hands,
I thought that was it.
Yeah, well, it wasn't your time.
Yeah. Let's go with that.
What's this thing this morning?
This guy's on a boat.
Is he gonna swim to London?
Well, he'd been better off
just to swim directly to Rikers!
I'm not complaining.
Slam dunk and a suicide.
Easiest stretch we've had in a while.
Can always use the overtime
but having dinner at a normal hour
sounds good.
[mobiles ring]
- Sid.
- Mac.
[both] You jinxed it!
[chuckles] Mac, what's up?
- Have you heard from Flack?
- No, I haven't.
He's not answering his cell.
Run over to his apartment
and see if he's there.
Yeah. Anything you need.
- You still have his spare key?
- Yeah.
Use it. If he's sleeping one off,
throw his arse in the shower.
- Call me when you get there.
- You got it.
- Lieutenant Sythe.
- Detective Taylor.
You got a sec?
Let me guess.
This have to do with Flack?
- You put him down as AWOL yet?
- Not yet, no.
Good.
Had a few guys looking for him.
Checking his usual haunts.
I wouldn't bother.
You're not gonna find him there.
He's taking the day off.
Is that right?
I figured I'd come down
and tell you in person.
That's very kind of you, detective.
I hope Flack appreciates
all the trouble you've gone through
and the trouble you can get into.
Yeah, well. He'd do the same for me.
We good?
Good.
There are 206 bones
in the human body.
Richard Caldrone broke 204 of them.
Well, jumping off a bridge
has a tendency to do that.
The lone survivors
were the left pinkie toe
and the stapes
here in the right ear.
Little sucker is
only one-tenth of an inch.
99.02912621359224%
of his bones broken and yet...
Don't. Ah, don't, Sid.
I was gonna make plans for dinner.
- Ooh, where?
- Just say it.
Your jumper was shot in the chest.
- Entered here. Lodged in this area.
- Is that the COD?
It would have been. It did hit
the heart. He would have bled out.
But the fall probably killed him
before the bullet had a chance.
It's an odd place
to shoot yourself.
They didn't find
any stippling pattern on the clothes,
which means that the gun
was fired from at least three feet.
Some bruising on the wrists.
He may have been tied up.
Your murder was staged
to look like a suicide.
I know he hanged his victims
but could this be the Compass Killer?
We didn't find
any of the signatures.
The Compass Killer
leaves a note of remorse
and a compass with each body.
The only other thing I found
was this. Some sort of fibre.
Lifted it off the victim's shirt.
- Sorry about dinner.
- No, you're not.
Give me that bullet
as soon as you retrieve it.
- I need to match it with the gun.
- You have the gun?
No, but if the killer
dumped the body off the bridge,
he probably tossed the gun off, too.
Listen up, Hawkes.
We've been through this before
but those currents are unpredictable.
Be careful down there.
If there's trouble, signal, OK?
[Hawkes] Got it.
- Can you hear me inside the gear?
- Loud and clear.
We got you on this end, too.
Here's your camera.
[mobile rings]
Danny. You get to Flack's?
I'm here now, Mac,
and this place is a wreck.
What did you find?
It doesn't look like
he's paying his bills.
He's definitely been drinking.
- Danny, go to the front closet.
- Top shelf?
Hold on.
No, I got it. It's here.
Good. At least he's smart enough
to leave his gun at home.
Yeah, what next?
Hit his local spots.
T rack down his sister.
Maybe she knows where he is.
All right. Will do.
- [Hawkes] Guys, I've hit the bottom.
- Copy that.
- No word on Flack, huh?
- Not yet.
Danny's gonna hit his local bars.
Hopefully, he finds him on a stool,
drinking a Guinness
and singing "Danny Boy"
before people start asking questions.
I could be down here forever, Mac.
The shooter could have tossed the gun
anywhere along the bridge.
Hang in there, buddy. Circle back
and extend out another five yards.
After that, we pull the plug.
Copy that.
You seeing this?
[Stella] A compass.
- You gotta be kidding me.
- He's back.
The Compass Killer is back.
It was resting
on the bed of the river.
Hardly anything on top of it,
just sand.
Leaving the compass
is part of his signature.
I don't think
he tossed it in the river.
Must have gone with the vic
and fallen out of his pocket.
It's the Compass Killer.
The needle's
permanently facing east.
- He glued it, like the others.
- But why change his MO?
- I don't think he had a choice.
- Well, something happened up there.
Hey, guys.
Looks like we're being watched.
Detective Mac Taylor. I need
a level-one mobilisation, aviation.
K9, all available units
to the 59th Street Bridge.
Suspect is on foot
wearing a green hooded sweatshirt
heading toward Queens.
We lost him.
What am l..? What am I doing?
It's enough!
[groans]
No more. No more.
Walk away. Don't do it.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I thought
you weren't going out today.
I shouldn't have.
I'm sorry.
Look at me.
Baby?
Look at me.
I'm OK. Really.
You know that's what I want.
For you to be OK.
For us to be OK.
I know. We will be.
I'm almost done.
Done? With what?
Making it go away.
I'm gonna make it all go away.
[whispers] I have more work to do.
[groans]
Yo, drop the knife!
I'll shoot you like it's nothin'.
Feel me?
Drop the knife.
OK. You, toss the wallet. Now!
OK, back up.
[conductor] Next stop, 58th Street.
Go.
Dang! You stink! Get up!
Hmm. No. Come on, man.
[Flack groans]
Dario Gonzalez, custodian.
Hanged on Ellis lsland.
Carole Hillcroft.
[chokes]
Therapist.
Hanged in the T riborough Gardens.
Now Richard Caldrone.
A bouncer at McShay's Bar.
Shot on the 59th Street Bridge.
Three victims in a month and a half.
Each staged to look like a suicide.
The Compass Killer
left a note of remorse.
A compass with the needle in a fixed
position, north, south and east.
So one vic left. Should go down
somewhere on the West Side.
I wanna connect the dots.
With respect
to the handwritten notes,
the one that was found on the bridge
is a match to the first two.
Same handwriting,
same vintage paper and ink
used in the 1964 World's Fair.
We have, "l shouldn't have tried
to make a fast buck,"
"l should have written a letter
when I had the chance."
Now, "l should have stayed awake."
Each note ends the same way -
"I'm sorry."
He could be talking about the victims
or about himself.
So far there's nothing
linking our victims.
We've mined every database,
tracked their employment records.
There's no sheet that connects them.
They must have pissed this guy off.
Adam, what about the bouncer's shirt?
[Adam]
I thought they were white fibres
that transferred
from the killer to the vic.
But it was actually mycelia.
It's a vegetative mushroom root.
It helps me out not even a little bit
but I'm looking into it.
Sid ran a tox screen
on Richard Caldrone.
There's high levels of clonazepam.
Most likely it was injected.
We didn't find any puncture wounds
because of the damage to the body.
So he used a sedative
to overpower him.
[grunts]
The sedative must have worn off
and the plan changed.
So he placed the compass in
the vic's pocket when he dumped him.
And it fell out on the way down.
After the shooting,
he had to get out of there.
Which is why he had to return
to leave the note.
North, south, east.
I want answers before we find
another body on the West Side.
Stella.
Nothing from Flack?
Danny went to his usual spots.
We're running out of places to look.
And running out of time.
Let's triangulate his phone.
[# Rap music]
Flack! Yo!
No falling asleep, baby.
Wake your arse up.
OK, come on. Come on.
[muffled rap music]
[groans]
[mobile vibrates]
[Flack retches]
Flack, let's keep it movin', man.
You being in my crib
ain't a good look for me.
Why you let yourself
get beat down like that, man?
That's not mourning.
[knock on door]
[man] Yo, T, open up!
I know you in there, son.
Yo, stay here and be quiet!
[Stella] Hey, Mac.
We got a location
off of Flack's cellphone.
From the look on your face,
it's not good.
East 98th. It's North Brooklyn.
Not exactly Flack's neighbourhood.
I'm keeping it quiet. I'm worried
something might have happened to him.
We have the location of his
cellphone. We're not sure he's there.
I'll handle it.
When I'm off dealing with this,
I need you to hold the fort and
stay on top of the Compass Killer.
Fine. You be careful.
[man] Open up the door!
Yo, Deac, son, you can't be coming
over here all unexpected like that.
Yo, my dude, just open up
the damn door, man!
Yo, open up the door, son!
[T errence] Who do you think you are
bogarting my place?
Pulling a gun out on me.
You best be ready to use it.
[Deacon] We're looking
for a place to hide out.
Remember JG from Bushwick
who jacked us a few years back?
We took the liberty of reminding him
that what goes around, comes
right back around to our pockets.
I guess karma be like that.
But you can't stay here, yo.
- What's the problem?
- There ain't no problem, Gigantaw.
Well, it's all good.
Yeah, we outta here, man.
You check this, though.
Just cos you out the game
don't mean the game stops.
Remember that.
Man, we outta here. Let's go, dawg.
Hey! You got mushrooms for me?
I got mushrooms.
The fibres Sid pulled off
our bouncer's shirt
is an organic plant mixture
used for insulation.
Greensulate. It's eco-friendly.
It regulates heat just as well
as Styrofoam insulation.
The thing is, while Styrofoam
melts under extreme heat...
The mushroom stays cool under fire.
Low-tech biotech.
It doesn't explain how cutting-edge
insulation got on our vic.
But it's a great place to start.
Ecovative Design has been developing
greensulate for the past six months.
And according to their client list,
they've only contracted out
to three places in the city.
[Hawkes] Crestridge Psychiatric
is still under construction.
It's a great place
to get exposed insulation.
Hopefully, a perfect place
to get a lead on the Compass Killer.
I'll pass this on to Danny. Good job.
Hey, yo, Terrence.
This has been fun and all.
But you should probably get
some new friends.
Your boys are like
walking parole violations.
What's the matter?
Did I hurt your feelings?
Did you get sensitive all of a..?
I ain't trying to have
no cop convention up in here.
You two need some time
so I'll give y'all five minutes.
I would appreciate it
if you left the back way.
Same way you came up.
Terrence...
Thank you.
What do you want to hear, Mac?
It's just one of those days.
You can do better than that.
Fine. It won't happen again.
You're damn right.
I'm making it official.
Do what you gotta do.
Hey, let's be clear.
Part of me wants
to settle this another way.
- Get out of my face!
- Hey!
We're in the middle of a murder
investigation and you go AWOL?
- I can handle myself!
- Is that what you're doing here?
Is that why I had to get this
from Terrence?
Is that why I had to have
Stella triangulate your phone?
And Danny check the ERs
to see if you turned up dead?
You can keep telling people
that you're fine but that won't work.
It's been eating at me, Mac.
When Angell was killed...
...all I wanted to do
was make it right.
We did that.
Justice was served
because we did our jobs.
You weren't there
with me and Simon Cade!
I stood over that bastard!
I looked him in the eyes and l...
Whatever happened
is between you and your god.
I'm not your priest!
What I do need to know
is whether I can count on you.
[Danny] Your hospital has installed
mushroom greensulate.
Updating our insulation is
an important step in our renovation.
We are a state-of-the-art
psychiatric facility.
Long way from the cuckoo's nest, huh?
[Stella clears throat]
Ms Duke, have you seen
either of these men?
I haven't seen him.
Please.
Innocent people have died.
Do you recognise him?
It's possible
it might be Hollis Eckhart.
He was a patient here.
Delusional schizophrenic.
We believe the schizophrenia
was brought on
by post-traumatic stress disorder.
We didn't have any problems with him
until a month ago.
Eckhart disappeared
from the facility.
What are you talking about?
Disappeared?
I mean, he walked out the front door
without anyone noticing.
And how does a mental patient
escape from a hospital exactly?
We try to give our patients
dignity and freedom
but that doesn't always work out.
It's an embarrassing situation.
One we hoped would work itself out.
We kept Eckhart's room intact
in case he returned.
Good. We'd like to see it.
[camera shutter clicks]
OK, this is good. Eckhart's
hospital photo matches our sketch.
Stell, you recognise this guy?
Yeah, it looks like Dario Gonzales.
Compass Killer's first vic.
[screams]
And that looks like Carole Hillcroft.
[grunts]
- Making our third portrait...
- Richard Caldrone.
Danny, we just identified
the Compass Killer.
Now who's this?
"To my beautiful Calliope. The sun's
rays are always jealous of you."
Well, who's Calliope?
Remember the compass
we found on Dario Gonzales?
It had an engraving
on the back from the initials CE.
Calliope Eckhart.
That's right. It's gotta be his wife.
Nice. Hopefully she can tell us
where he is.
No, that's not gonna be possible.
According to this,
she was murdered two years ago.
We'll be together. I know.
Hey, Mac.
I got your message.
You wanted to talk?
Actually, I wanna apologise.
This last couple of months
I've been...
I've been pretty messed up.
And you've shown me a hell of a lot
of patience and support.
And you didn't have to.
So thank you.
I'm sorry.
Everybody mourns differently, Don.
I know a lot of your behaviours
had to do with Angell's death.
But there's also been something else.
I don't need to hear about it.
I just need to know that
you've dealt with it and it's done.
I crossed the line
and I'll live with that.
But it will never happen again.
What's most important to me now
is that I re-earn your trust.
We compared DNA from
the Compass Killer's first victim
to Hollis Eckhart's hospital
blood samples - it's a match.
- Eckhart is the Compass Killer.
- So now we just need to find him.
We looked at his old address.
A family's living there now.
He was originally picked up
in Queens for assault
but was declared to be mentally ill.
These are the clothes he was wearing
when he was admitted to the hospital
and I found traces of clonazepam
on the front of his shirt.
No! No! No, stop!
No! No! Don't!
The same sedative
he used on Richard Caldrone.
[grunts]
You can tell a lot
about a guy by his shoes.
These have a concoction with a mix of
hypoxy, poly-matrix and brass alloy.
I'm still trying to figure out
what this trace is.
Eckhart's shoes could give us an idea
of the places he might revisit.
- I'm on it, boss.
- I think I might have something.
This is the 91 1 call from the day
Eckhart's wife was murdered.
I worked the case.
This guy lived through a massacre.
[operator]
Mrs Eckhart, are you still there?
[Mrs Eckhart] Yes. A man has a gun.
He shot the receptionist.
[operator]
Is the shooter still in the office?
[gunshots]
[Mrs Eckhart]
Oh, God! He's right outside!
That was two years ago.
The spree shooting
at the City Surveyor's office.
Eckhart was division manager
at the time.
According to witness statements,
he received a visit from his wife.
They were celebrating his birthday.
[Eckhart] God, it's beautiful.
I love it. Thank you.
[Flack] Receptionist got into
an argument with her boyfriend.
[shouting]
Wait here.
[shouting]
I didn't do anything!
That got heated,
then that got deadly.
[screaming]
Get under the desk!
Get under the desk! Call 91 1!
Get under the desk!
That's when Mrs Eckhart
made the call?
Yeah. But it was too late.
- [operator] Is the shooter there?
- I don't know! Send the police!
[woman screams]
No! No!
- Stay down there.
- Stay on the line, ma'am.
[Mrs Eckhart] Oh, God! Oh, God!
What about Eckhart?
Don't come in here! Walk away!
Please, walk away!
[Mrs Eckhart sobs]
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God!
No, no, no!
[Mrs Eckhart screams]
10 people were shot.
Five casualties, including
the shooter who took his own life.
Eckhart, obviously,
he's a man in deep pain.
It doesn't give him an excuse
to take it out on others.
It does give him plenty of motive.
I'm thinking his vics were
somehow connected to this massacre.
We need to find that connection
and stop this murderer's cycle
once and for all.
Unis found Caldrone's car in Long
lsland. They're bringing it in now.
Check it out. See if there's any
trace that can lead us to Eckhart.
Yeah.
We've got high-velocity
blood spatter back here.
Judging from the path of the spray,
it definitely came from our vic.
No signs of struggle in the interior.
But the trunk's
a whole different story.
Our vic might have been tied up
cos these look like rope shavings.
He was definitely tied up
but he didn't stay that way.
So when Eckhart opened the trunk,
Caldrone had free hands.
Don't want to surprise
a man with a gun.
If Eckhart tied that rope,
he might have left some trace behind.
Hey. We got two leads
on the Compass Killer.
Adam got a hit on the caked trace
from the soles of Eckhart's shoes.
It's Terrazzo. Still trying
to find out where that leads us.
Hawkes did a chemical analysis
on the rope fibres
out of Caldrone's trunk.
I got peaks
for petro-diesel and bromine.
A gasoline
and a water-cleaning agent.
[Hawkes] And I have peaks
for morphine and codeine.
Public water samples from the city
reflect the narcotics
being flushed through each system.
We ran the trace against reclaimed
water samples from around the city
and found it comes from a public
water treatment facility in Queens.
You get a list of the locations
it services?
200 neighbourhoods.
But the biggest recipient is the
sprinkler system in Flushing Meadows.
Flushing Meadows opened an exhibit
commemorating the World's Fair.
- Which means plenty of tour buses.
- And plenty of diesel fuel.
The Rocket Park is in Flushing
Meadows and the Tent of Tomorrow.
Looks like his drawings
just became our compass.
Thank you.
[shouts] That's him!
Two detectives chasing
a murder suspect in Corona Park.
I need K9, aviation
and all available units to respond!
Go! Go!
[sirens wail]
- [Flack] You see him?
- [Mac] No.
Aerial team, any sign of him?
[pilot] Negative. No sign of suspect.
[tyres screech]
[Flack]
We got this entire place covered.
There's no way this guy
disappeared into thin air!
I want every inch
of this place searched.
We will find this guy.