# If good girls get down on the floor #
# Tell me how low will a bad girl go #
# She probably pick it up drop it down like this #
# Like this, like this #
# Like this #
Final boarding call for Flight 401 to New York JFK.
All passengers should be on board.
New York.
Looks like someone's going to miss you.
- Enjoy your flight. - Thank you.
We'll be circling over Manhattan...
Detective Taylor? There's an urgent call for you.
If you'll just follow me...
Thank you... Detective Taylor.
We got a crime scene at the Statue of Liberty.
A helicopter will be waiting.
Welcome back to the land of the free.
You didn't think we'd let you get settled?
- Any clues? - Guesses, but nothing's confirmed.
Lady Liberty isn't our only victim.
What have we got?
Georgia Morrison. Liberty Island Security.
Current theory is our security guard interrupts the vandalism.
A fight breaks out, the vandal wins the fight.
Slashes her throat.
Deep laceration transecting the carotid artery.
Go ahead, John.
Knife cut from left to right. Cause of death is exsanguination.
- You find her gun? - Not yet.
There's a male security guard unaccounted for.
A guy named Charles Price. He was on duty last night.
- Any evidence he was up here? - Stella might know the answer.
So what are we looking at, Detective?
Evidence of sexual activity.
- Nothing's sacred any more. - Who would do something like this?
Someone desperate to get his message across.
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
What's the verdict?
Oh! Welcome to the party, Mac.
What do we have, Danny?
There are 12 different samples, all of them blood.
But there's way too much out here to be from the vic.
Hers is all on the floor inside.
Send it to the lab. Let's see if it's human.
Yeah, right away.
Direction of the spatter was consistent with arterial spray.
Except for these two blood drops here.
- Maybe our killer was injured. - Yeah, it's possible.
But there's no blood trail.
Looks like these two drops took a right turn.
How many do you have?
A dozen fingerprints on the Plexiglas.
I'm having it sent over to the lab
with the blood from the face of the statue
and trace evidence from our vic.
Did you say blood? The news says it's paint.
We're dealing with a serious psychopath.
Yeah, I hope it's not human blood.
Tell Adam to drop everything. This is top priority.
He's not here... I'll find him. I'll see you back at the lab.
Adam Ross.
I'm from the Office of Unemployment.
Oh, Lindsay. Hey.
Denny's wants some socially awkward scientists.
I'm halfway there already, OK?
It's the Statue of Liberty. It's all over the news.
We've got a lot of work. This is top priority. Mac's back.
Get your little ass to work.
Uh, Kendall. Hey, wake up.
We're late for work. We gotta get up.
- We're late... - We didn't?
Oh, no, no. I mean, I wish it was yes, yes, yes.
- But sadly, no. - OK.
- 10 more minutes. - No more minutes. Get up.
Come on. Let's go.
Up, up. Yes, let's go. We must fight crime.
Mac? You OK?
Yes... Just a little jetlagged. I'll be fine.
- London was good? Peyton's happy? - Perfect.
It was nice meeting her family. She's staying in London a few more weeks.
You're not buying the jetlag story?
I tried to reach you at the hotel. They said you left early.
I got a few strange phone calls on my hotel room phone.
Hello?
A couple of seconds of silence, then they'd hang up.
- Wrong number? - Each call came at exactly 3:33 am.
Hello...? Who is this?
I wasn't sure what to make of it, so I switched hotels.
I got three more calls at the new hotel... all at 3:33.
Who is this?
Say something, damn it!
Scotland Yard tried to trace the calls. Got nowhere.
There's no witnesses or surveillance. Doesn't make sense, right?
After 9/11 we all know
that a $36 million security system was installed on this island.
Once every three months, they shut down for upgrades.
It takes 45 minutes.
A small window of opportunity. No one's that lucky.
- The missing security guard... - I'm right there with you.
Just the same, I got uniforms compiling a list of all personnel
and maintenance crews with access to the island.
But the bomb squad did a search of the perimeter and statue.
It's clean, so it's not a terrorist threat.
Detectives.
There's blood on the coin slot.
I like sightseeing after I murder.
This wire is holding the viewfinder in place.
Maybe we're the ones who are meant to be sightseeing.
A man on a rooftop.
- That's him. - What?
- He's watching us. - Listen up.
We've got a male, possibly our suspect, on a roof across the river.
I need aviation to the tip of Battery Park immediately
and I want all units heading to Whitehall Street.
- Stand by for exact location. - This guy hasn't moved an inch.
Flack, cancel the squad cars. Send for the coroner. He's dead.
This guy isn't Charles Price. He's still in the wind.
Who is he? And how is he linked to Georgia Morrison?
I don't know, but our killer wanted us to find him.
Am I crazy, or is he orange?
He was definitely injected with some kind of orange substance,
but that is not a needle mark.
Got another one over here. We're not looking at a gunshot wound.
These holes are inconsistent with that.
"Two more will die. "
# Well, I'm all restless but I don't care #
# You don't like me much Well, me neither #
# You go me, my, ma, like some kind of God #
# You live, let's have you tripping on the same one you lost #
# You... are on me #
# I'm in you... You're on me #
# Gonna follow the light to the love #
I printed your vic.
His name is Damion Brock, on parole for money laundering.
I'll start with the orange substance.
The two holes in his neck are indicative of the embalming process.
Catheters go into the neck,
and the embalming fluid is pumped in as the blood is drained out.
- He was embalmed? - In a sense.
Instead of embalming fluid,
your killer used a household cleaning fluid.
Orange spruce-scented, to be precise.
There is something else.
I recovered this from the victim's throat.
Before you ask, I have no idea what it is.
There are tiny Braille-like bumps on the surface.
If you look closely, there's a hairline fracture to the skull here -
not enough to kill him.
- You're still looking for COD? - And time of death.
I did take a buccal swab
and compare it to Danny's samples from the scene.
It's a match to the blood found on the Statue of Liberty.
- He's most likely our first victim. - Mm-hmm.
The blood was drained and poured over the statue.
Our second victim, Georgia Morrison...
"Two more will die" - a third victim.
- Missing security guard? - Not if he's our killer.
Do I get a hint? We're playing 20 Questions?
It's neither animal nor vegetable.
It was shoved down our vic's throat, so it has to have a significance.
The bumps aren't Braille.
Stella, I have a little information on the wire from the viewfinder.
- It's from a piano. - Piano wire? That's strange.
I determined the diameter of the wire's 18 gauge.
That's used in higher notes.
Using contact points, plating separation
and an applied tension of 67lb, I figured out what note it is.
- You know what note it is? - Yeah.
- It's an A. - Oh, an A.
Could you determine what kind of piano?
Well, this wire is plated with a tin phosphorous sulphate.
That's common in high-end European pianos.
Sulphate preserves the timbre.
So, it's either from a Christofori or a Richtendorf.
- Excellent work. Thanks, Kendall. - Sure.
Richtendorf?
She gets a piano wire. I get a metal thing with bumps on it.
Great!
"Stella, I have some information on the wire found in the viewfinder. "
I did...
I analysed the trace from Georgia Morrison's neck wound.
Plexiglas, like the window cut out of the statue's crown.
The instrument that cut the glass cut her throat.
And the trace from her arm?
Latex. More specifically, condom spray.
What? I didn't catch that.
Liquid rubber. German engineering at its finest.
I'm not sure I understand.
Allow me to demonstrate.
Contrary to what you may have heard, science does matter.
Simply apply like so.
Allow a few moments for maximum drying time,
and - boom! - Instant condom.
- Are you serious? - A spray-on condom?
But, where does it...? How...? Never mind.
Stella found evidence of sexual activity by the torch.
So maybe after the fireworks,
whoever Georgia Morrison was spraying killed her.
Our missing security guard.
It doesn't make sense.
Sex and murder I get.
Vandalism?
Incompatible.
Charles Price was standing in front of her.
The blood deflected off his badge.
He didn't kill Georgia Morrison. Someone else was there.
Stella, I got some information on the metal plate Sid recovered.
- OK? - It's part of a music box.
Or the guts of a music box, actually. I was able to replicate it.
When you turn the crank,
the metal tines brush against the bumps on the plate, creating music.
Our killer shoved a piece of a music box down our victim's throat.
- Do you know what song it is? - An early composition by Mozart.
The Minuet And Trio that he wrote in 1761 at the age of five.
I figured it was a weird choice for a music box.
So I tracked down the owner by contacting local specialists.
- It was custom-made for a Nova Kent. - You got a name? That's huge.
Adam, really good work.
That's how I roll.
What up?
# Goodbye, my almost lover #
# Goodbye, my hopeless dream #
# I'm trying not to think about you #
# Can't you just let me be #
Mozart wrote that in 1761 when he was five.
It's a beautiful song.
- Can I ask you where you found it? - We'll get to that. Do you know him?
- No, I've never seen him before. - His name is Damion Brock.
Should I know who that is?
A piece of your music box was found in his throat.
This came for you.
Thank you.
Ms Kent.
Ms Kent, it was a metal plate from a music box that you bought.
I lost that music box about a year ago.
You can't come up with a better lie than that?
I move a lot. Four places in the past year.
I get rid of junk, throw things away.
But you asked that the music box play Mozart's First Minuet.
It's odd that something with that kind of sentimental value
would be thrown away.
I cried for three days when I saw it was gone.
- You're killing me. - People are waiting. Are we done?
We're done.
- Good. - For now...
I found your missing security guard, Charles Price.
The fingerprints match the ones on file with Liberty Island Security.
- A boat propeller severe the arm? - In one quick swoosh.
Two kids fishing off Battery Park got a little turf with their surf.
Any idea where I can find the rest of him?
Given the flow of currents this time of year, Connecticut.
Our victim was dead and floating before the arm was severed.
There was absence of bleeding in the capillaries and see these here?
Abrasions... Body floats in the water face down...
Arms drag below, the knuckles scrape on the bottom of the shallow shore.
Trace evidence on the back of the hand, Lindsay confirmed as latex.
Some kind of spray-on condom...?
It must be blow-back from the aerosol canister.
The same was found on our female security guard.
I guess Charles Price and Georgia Morrison had sex on the torch.
Then they interrupted our vandal. That's when Georgia was murdered.
Let her go! Let her go!
Put it down. Drop it!
- Georgia! - Move!
Why keep Price alive?
He was the killer's ticket off the island.
A uniformed security escort, no questions asked.
When he wasn't needed any more, Charles was the next victim.
The killer kept to his threat. "Two more will die. "
No, I don't think so, Sid. Charles and Georgia surprised him.
They were unexpected casualties of the original plan.
It's why there's no apparent link to our rooftop victim, Damion Brock.
There are two other people the killer wants dead.
We gotta get to them before he does.
Flack, got your message.
We tracked down Brock's parole officer.
This is his address. Super's getting the keys.
Brock's PO said he spoke to him the other day. Things were going well.
He was thinking of moving back to Texas when his parole was done.
He didn't detect anything strange.
It sounds like he kept his nose clean.
Stella.
- Stella? - Flack, I've been here before.
It was a crime scene. A young woman was murdered.
Marie Casimira.
It's still unsolved. It's been about 10 months.
It was exactly a year ago, Detective Bonasera.
Morton Brite. I was your primary suspect for a while there.
Of course, Morton. I...
Sorry it took me so long to find the keys.
When was the last time you saw Brock?
A week ago, maybe? A quiet guy. A very low maintenance tenant.
- Does that smell of ammonia? - And death.
Something happened in here.
Did any of your tenants hear arguments or loud voices?
No.
Don't tell me this is happening again.
No one will want to live here if this is happening again.
Morton, thanks, but we can take it from here, OK?
Do you have any suspects? Any idea who killed Marie?
I speak to her family and they ask all the time.
I know how much you cared about her. Sorry, we don't have anything new.
Let me know if you need anything.
Stella.
This is definitely where he embalmed Damion Brock's body.
- What point is he making? - No idea.
Oh, God. Please... Alright!
Alright!
I can see from the stairs that it was a van. A white van.
Er... Licence plate, T-U-3-1-P or B.
A Southern accent. That's Brock.
That's the outgoing message.
But with no tone to transfer to the incoming call.
So Brock and the killer were both here.
It sounded like he was being tortured.
Flack, I think he embalmed Brock while he was still alive.
He knows we're here.
He made the call to trigger the answerphone. He knows where we are.
Let's find out where he is.
I need a trace on a call made to a Damion Brock.
His home number, 212555...
So, fill me in. Do we know who this guy is?
No, and there's no apparent link to Brock.
At this point they both have the killer in common.
This photo has some background.
"A-E-H." Does that mean anything to anybody?
A- E-H.
Take your pick.
The answer must be in the photo,
or he wouldn't include a photo with a background.
He led us to the first victim. Now he's leading us to the second.
So maybe this links to some other evidence in the case.
Well, we've got piano wire. We've got a music box.
We've got Plexiglas, Mozart...
Music... It's music...
That's not an E. It's an F. Alistair Friedman Hall.
This guy has a thing about music.
- The letters are on a music stand. - It's a big place.
The stands could be from Julliard, Lincoln Center...
All in one direction. Uptown.
Danny, you drive. Stella, narrow down our target area.
Absolutely.
I just talked to Flack.
911 is connected to a call now,
from the phone that triggered Brock's answerphone.
- Can you patch it in here? - I hope so.
This is 911. You're now connected.
Come on, come on.
Alistair Friedman Hall is in the 911 call's search area.
Mac, our victim and our killer are together. We have a location.
This is clear.
Nobody's here. This place is empty.
That's Danny's voice. The 911 call's picking him up.
Stella, there's nobody here. Are we in the right place?
Definitely. We can hear you on the 911 call.
They hear us on the cell phone. It's here.
It's looking like a decoy, Mac.
Hold on, Danny. Don't move.
Yeah, I hear that.
Call an ambulance.
Mac!
Did you get an ID on the killer?
Nakashima died in the emergency room.
The killer cut his tongue out, Stella.
Hey, are you alright?
Nakashima's blood contained an excessive amount of sodium pentothal.
- A truth serum? - It could be the COD.
So what did our killer want Lee Nakashima to tell the truth about?
Dark hair. Green eyes.
And he had some facial hair.
Oh.
So this footage was recovered from the cell phone we found with the vic.
The killer tossed it in, hoping we'd find them both.
Only Nakashima's prints on the phone.
The paper trail on the cell leads to phony names and addresses.
How does Brock connect with Lee Nakashima?
Or who did they both piss off?
Let's focus on the victims.
Both guys had a story to tell about something that happened.
Brock on the answerphone. Nakashima on the cell phone.
Something they saw. And the killer wanted the truth.
After he got the truth, he killed them.
He didn't need them any longer.
Brock remembered a licence plate.
Nakashima gave a description of a man.
But why remember a licence plate?
Or describe hair colour or eye colour or a scar?
- Because they were witnesses. - Witnesses to a crime.
Mac, if I told you to go home and get some rest, you would say?
What's in the box?
Of course you would.
I have found what we're looking for.
Lee Nakashima lived in the same building as Damion Brock.
Lee left seven months ago.
But they both lived there a year ago when Maria Casimira was killed.
Mac, that's the crime they witnessed.
One saw the killer's car and the other his face.
If we knew that then, why is the case unsolved?
Well, they didn't come forward.
Lee said he was asleep. Brock said he was out.
They didn't want to get involved.
And Brock's an ex-con. Nakashima's here on a visa.
Keep silent. Don't complicate things.
Well, someone knew they witnessed a crime.
Maria Casimira's killer?
Maybe he saw them before he left the crime scene.
There's no statute of limitations on murder.
And if two people out there can identify you, you might get nervous.
Solving Marie Casimira's case may answer everything.
But what about the other witness our killer wants to silence?
"Two more will die. "
Sid found this down Lee Nakashima's throat.
A concert ticket.
The killer wanted us to find it, like the music box in Brock's throat.
- Nova Kent. She's the next target. - Where is she?
She went on stage 10 minutes ago.
# The world carries on without you
# But nothing remains the same
# I'll be lost without you
# Until the last of days
# Until the last of days #
He wanted her to keep quiet.
She was scared.
What?
- That's him. - Thank you.
Ms Kent, I'm Detective Taylor.
- Come with us. - OK.
- Got him? - Got him.
Don't move.
I'm sorry I lied about losing the music box.
Marie was a close friend. I gave it to her the day she died.
She was an amazing classical pianist.
So how'd this flower guy end up with it?
I don't know.
Why didn't you go to the police?
I was too scared.
He saw me. I saw him.
I traded silence for my life.
Marie?
Please don't kill me. Please.
I'll never tell.
He let me go.
For whatever reason, he let me live.
I thought it was over,
but two months later, I realised it would never be over.
He started sending me black calla lilies.
So you kept moving to get away.
But he always found me.
I wanted to tell somebody so bad.
Thought about it every single day.
I was... I was just too scared.
I didn't want to die.
I am telling you for the 1,500th time.
I don't know who these guys are.
I didn't kill them and I've never been to the Statue of Liberty.
Anthony, come on. You went to the concert to finish the job.
Nakashima, Brock and Nova could all identify you
as the man who killed Marie Casimira.
You just couldn't live, knowing that could happen at any time.
No.
I want you to know that we have a suspect in custody in Marie's case.
That's good. I'm glad. It's been a long year.
Sorry about what happened, Morton. We had to be sure.
I couldn't have killed her. I loved her.
T- U-1-B... That's a partial licence plate.
Only you swapped the B for a P, the one for an L. TULIP 3.
That's the flower delivery van you were driving
when you killed Marie.
Brock saw it. Nakashima gave a description.
Nova saw you. You saw them all.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say the jury won't buy the twin tulip van defence.
I didn't kill them!
You're charged with four murders.
Escape the death penalty, and that's four life sentences.
Coming clean could mean living. Have a think on that.
I only saw her.
Nova. I wanted to make sure she was keeping her mouth shut.
- I wanted to scare her not kill her. - Why tonight?
I got a phone call saying she was talking to the police.
I want a lawyer.
Marie's parents will be glad justice is served.
I gotta figure out how to say that in Italian.
Perfect.
What do you think?
Do we have any physical evidence
that puts him in the statue or Brock's apartment?
No. We're still collecting trace, but you believe him?
I believe a year ago he killed Marie Casimira
but the rest doesn't add up.
We just ran Colton's cell records.
There's a call from the phone we found on Nakashima.
Unless Colton is playing games and calling himself...
I think our friend is gonna stick with his lie,
so I'll rattle the public defender.
He didn't kill Nakashima or Brock.
Are you saying we got the wrong guy?
Why would he make them
confess details of a crime that identifies him as the killer
then leave that information at the scene for the police to find?
Doesn't make sense.
Wait.
A dead guy can't lock a door. You can only lock it from outside.
With a key.
- You play piano? - I'm taking lessons.
Marie inspired me. That's her piano.
It's beautiful.
It's an A from a piano.
Don't move.
No! No!
No!
Step into the light. Put your hands up.
I tried to tell everyone there were witnesses, but nobody listened.
People saw what happened to Marie and they said nothing. They were cowards.
I don't want either of us to get hurt. Alright?
- There's other ways to do this. - It's routine. I knew.
Nakashima watches everything,
complaining about every move his neighbours make.
And Brock sits out on his little ledge, smoking every night,
and the smell drifts down into my apartment.
I knew he was there.
It is amazing what people remember when confronted with death.
I made those cowards talk.
It was the only way to get at the truth and to lead you to her killer.
Then you knew Nova had seen you. Brock said that a girl ran away.
That was Nova, right?
She was her friend. How could she not say something?
How do you see something like that and not say anything?
How do you let an innocent man be accused of a crime?
I did not kill Marie.
What about the Statue of Liberty?
For Marie. She deserved something big. It was easy.
I just snuck on the island with an electrical crew,
and I made my move.
Did you see all of the media coverage?
You would still be thumbing through your case file,
if I hadn't got your attention.
Can you hear me now?
Loud and clear, Morton.
Mac... What are you still doing here?
I'm still on London time. It's breakfast.
- Finished with Brite? - He's at Booking.
The Statue of Liberty was a way to get our attention.
The strangest thing?
Even after he knew who killed Marie,
it never crossed his mind to go after Anthony Colton.
For some, the greatest sin is to turn away and do nothing.
Go home.
Yeah.
Taylor.