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Hey, watch it!
I'll get back to you on that.
I've killed him!
Get back! Get back! Stay back.
I've killed him.
- Killed who? - Kevin.
Kevin Murray. Chelsea dorms...
09:45... Do you hear me?
It's 10:15.
Was that this morning?
- Last night? - No!
Kevin Murray?
- You Kevin Murray? - Yeah! What do you want?
Put this towel on and get dressed.
Deep puncture wound over the left carotid.
Neck and shoulder lacerations not self-inflicted.
Nudity, headgear, apparent dementia. Should we check with Bellevue?
Right over there.
Let's check with him first.
I've never seen this guy before.
- Sure about that? - Yeah. Why?
- He just confessed to your murder. - He...?
Well, obviously he was wrong.
Actually, it's a little early to tell.
Said he came from the future.
And he doesn't kill you till tomorrow.
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
Hey! You guys going to catch that fruitcake or what?
He scared the hell out of my kids.
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I think I just found our murder weapon.
No evidence suggests he was stabbed here or blood leading to this point.
The glass was already in his neck.
Tamponation would've prevented blood loss, until he pulled it out.
Which would explain arterial spray.
So... where was our vic before he was here?
- What's your major? - Physics! I told you that already!
How about extracurricular activities with our friend in the helmet?
For the last time, I don't know that guy!
What were you doing this morning?
- I went jogging around campus. - Anybody with you? Anyone see you?
I don't know!
You had to kill him before he made good on his promise to kill you.
Am I under arrest here?
No.
You're free to go. We appreciate your time.
Well...
- Can you tell me what he said? - What who said?
- The guy! About me dying tomorrow. - It's part of an investigation.
This morning you said he'd been to the future.
Did he say how or where or when I'd be killed?
Again, unless you have information to share on our victim,
I don't see we can do for you.
How about guaranteeing me I'm still alive in 24 hours?
Nobody knows what the future holds.
Come on. Bye-bye. Thank you.
Must have been a hell of a pickle.
The city's best.
Somebody might have enjoyed the pickle with her.
No ID. Nothing but an allergy inhaler and enough change for coffee.
Vic's hands show cadaveric spasm. Same with her toes.
It was a typical night-time crowd. Dumb kids, blue-hairs and blowhards.
Then, things started to get really weird.
Oh, my... Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Oh, my...
I've given much better performances. She was clearly faking it.
Take it from a man who knows, sweetheart, that show was all real.
That was the most disgusting young woman I have ever seen come...
...in for a cup of coffee, then some guy joins her.
- Next thing you know... - Tell me about the guy.
Some jock, around her age.
Wearing a Chelsea shirt and had a T-Rex tattoo on his arm.
Can I get your number?
- You in trouble? - No, but I'd like to be.
Did you give him your number?
The busboy and every other witness I spoke to
said they never made contact.
Folks told me she seemed upset before the fireworks even started.
- Anything else? - He didn't stick around to cuddle.
Maybe this time Harry killed Sally.
It attracted the mercury.
The way it pooled on his hand is what drew my attention to the chip.
- Any idea why it was in his hand? - No.
The fresh scar tells me it hasn't been there long, a week or two.
I found injection points around the wound,
a faint trace of local anaesthetic in surrounding tissues.
It was sealed with cyanoacrylate adhesive.
- Superglue. - I found traces on his fingers.
Which suggests our vic implanted the chip himself.
And there's something else.
What's he got lodged in his brain?
You want to help me find out?
There are safer ways to beat the traffic.
Oh, traffic I can handle. Men are another story.
What is it?
Hmm. Gift certificate for a skydiving lesson.
I met this guy in an antique store and bumped into him at a coffee stand
and suddenly he wants to hold hands at 10,000 feet.
So, he sent me a parachute.
Original... and daring.
Too aggressive for me.
- What? - You were smiling, opening the box.
Mac, my last boyfriend tried to kill me and I shot him.
Well, maybe this guy's a little different.
Why don't you run him through NYSPIN?
Actually, I already did.
There are three Drew Bedfords in the city.
One is 96 and lives in a rest home.
The other is in juvie for painting boobs on a billboard.
And my original and daring friend is er... squeaky-clean.
You and I are alike in a lot of ways.
We both do everything we can to avoid this sort of thing.
But sometimes, you just gotta take the plunge.
You're telling me to fall for this?
Stella, Peyton pursued me.
I never thought I'd enjoy another relationship either.
Forget about all the risks of romance and... enjoy the rewards.
Mm-mm.
- An R-FID transponder. - Radio frequency identification.
- Is it active or passive? - Active.
It's not only receiving a signal from a control point,
but it's also drawing on its own power supply,
transmitting the signal to the same place.
- Like a handheld GPS unit. - Only it was hand-mounted.
Why would our vic go through all the pain and trouble
of installing an internal compass?
I don't know but if we can capture the signal,
maybe we can figure out where it's phoning home.
Hang on. Hang on. We're getting something.
Come on. Come on.
Freeze it.
They're latitude and longitude coordinates.
Let's see where they lead us.
Mac, is this what I think it is?
It's a very elaborate attempt at time travel.
You guys talking time machine? Whoa!
Paging Dr Who.
You mean Dr Browning. Mac, this is our John Doe!
Any pictures of him in a straitjacket?
Believe me, this is no madman. I've read about this guy.
Dr Martin Browning was a cutting-edge genius.
He won a Klimko Prize for Advanced Math and Physics.
Now time travel?
If anyone could do it, it'd be him.
Looks like this is where his time finally ran out.
This looks like an electric chair with mood lighting.
We all agree here, time travel only happens in movies,
or under the influence of certain substances.
Hard to believe he'd mess around with this, but he was a genius.
There's a fine line between genius and insanity.
Thinking Kevin Murray's the one who put a end to his future.
Kid's got a shaky alibi.
If you can place him here, I'm happy to place him in lockup.
Someone came knocking a little too hard.
I don't know. If I could go anywhere back in time?
I'd go to my folks' place for one of my ma's Corned Beef Wednesdays.
Yeah, I would endure every one of my brother's insults at the table
for one more taste of that paradise.
The late Dr Browning would have told you it's practically impossible
to go back in time without a wormhole.
Sorry?
A hypothetical tunnel that connects distant regions of space and time.
And, as of today, nobody has found one.
And since we haven't been visited by any tourists from the future,
it's a safe bet nobody will find one tomorrow.
- It is make-believe? - Not necessarily.
If a machine travelled the speed of light away from here, slowed down,
turned around and flew home just as fast, when you got back,
a trip lasting seconds could've have been weeks for everybody else.
- Like your explanation. - Heady stuff, I know.
But Browning was a genius. He may have been on to something.
Or out of money.
According to this racing form,
he played the horses at Hillridge Downs last week.
He was trying his luck with the lottery as well.
A Klimko Prize comes with a million and a half bucks.
It's hard to imagine Browning in a tight spot for cash.
The evidence speaks otherwise.
In 1982, the US Mint lowered the copper content in pennies
as a cost-saving measure.
They switched to a lighter, copper-zinc blend.
Pennies before that were heavier, almost the weight of a quarter.
If you rough up the edges a bit...
...you get a great return on your investment.
When I spoke to the landlord, he said Browning didn't own a car.
Whoever's shaving pennies may know who killed him.
Or be our killer.
Sid? We keeping you up?
- No. My brain just needs oxygen. - Looks like it needs more than that.
I found a few interesting marks on your unknown coed.
- Sad face? - One of 27.
Drawn with permanent marker, then washed, save residual pigmentation.
Some sort of compulsive behaviour?
- I don't know. Look. Give me a hand? - Yeah.
Now, see that?
No way she could have done this to herself.
Unless she could draw on her own buttocks.
I knew a kid who could blow out a candle...
And the stomach content?
Black coffee and pickles, part of your nutritious breakfast.
- We're not hearing COD. - I see you're not much for foreplay.
In this case, the cause of death was aortic aneurysm
due to extreme sexual excitement.
The victim's pupils would have dilated.
Her breathing accelerated.
With elevated natural levels of endorphins and oxytocin,
increased heart rate triggered vasocongestion and pudendal reflex.
- Death by orgasm? - Yes and no.
Tox found something that shouldn't be there. Methyl enedioxyphenyl acetone.
It's an analogue to Ecstasy and methamphetamine,
but I haven't seen anything like it in any of our databases.
A kind of designer drug.
That's what I thought at first, but this was pure,
not from a homemade cocktail.
It was administered at a high dosage,
which would have easily led to acute neuromuscular myotonia.
How this poor girl get her hands on a drug that turns pleasure into pain?
The prints I lifted got me nothing in AFIS.
What are you staring at?
Dr Hawkes gave me this computer to data-comb
and just as I thought my mind was about to explode...
Check out this Internet posting I came across.
"Wanted. Assistant to travel through time. "
"Must be of sound mind and body.
"This is not science fiction. I have seen the future. "
In other words, our suspect pool has gotten a whole lot deeper.
It's a number nine steel sewing needle.
Consistent with those used for making fine stitches through heavy fabric.
We studied his skull. There were no puncture wounds of any kind.
Must have happened when he was an infant.
Oh, shh, it's OK. Oh... we're OK. Oh, OK... go here...
Maybe through a fontanelle before cranial sutures had fused.
The needle's position would have very likely prompted petit mal seizures,
which would have gotten worse with low-level electrical stimulus like...
- The time machine. - He'd have no memory of seizures.
Might have thought he'd been to the future.
The needle bridged his corpus callosum,
connecting both hemispheres of his brain.
Linear logic on the left was directly hardwired into right brain intuition.
This needle may have been responsible for his genius in the first place.
The kid we interviewed, he studies physics at Chelsea.
- Was Browning on the faculty? - An honorary position.
Well, do us the honour of finding out
what the dean knows about either of them.
Martin was my star pupil. I was proud to sign his diploma.
I mean, he grew up in a sewing factory.
Imagine someone like that turning out to be my protégé?
That's pretty impressive.
But as dean, it must have been hard watching him surpass you so quickly.
I beg your pardon.
I never begrudged his success nor took pleasure when he started to...
Lose his mind?
The man should have just enjoyed his early retirement.
Instead, he chose to experiment with how much he could embarrass us.
- No room for Time Travel 101. - What is it you want from me?
I found blood and epithelial residue on the door knocker of his apartment.
Tell me what happened to your face.
Martin was a sick man.
He struggled with seizures since he was a child,
but over the last six months, it was... it was different.
It was like something snapped.
I tried phoning him and emailing but he wouldn't respond.
I thought if I went to see him, I could get him help.
Dr Browning? Open up.
He doesn't want to see you! Get outta here!
I was attacked by his supposed assistant.
- Can you describe who attacked you? - Black hair with a bad attitude.
- A student perhaps? - It's possible.
- Are you familiar with Kevin Murray? - We have hundreds of students here.
Why didn't you report this?
Because I finally decided to wash my hands of Martin.
There'd be nothing but trouble in his future.
Hard to know that without travelling through time.
Our vic's allergy inhaler was tampered with.
Prints from the inner cartridge didn't match Jane Doe's.
Instead of antihistamine,
someone inserted something called PT-604 in the chamber.
- Heard of it? - No.
But I also never heard of an elephant eating kosher dills.
The dust from the booth came back as dentin ivory trace from a pachyderm.
Sid didn't find trace of dust on the vic so it couldn't have killed her.
If the guy in the booth is our perp maybe this can help follow his trail.
Kevin Murray. 09:45. Do you hear me?
I'll be damned. He was right on schedule.
This place was sealed after you processed the scene.
It looks like Kevin found his way in.
I knew that kid was lying.
He was asking questions about Browning to find out what we knew.
Murray must have been the assistant - probably one of Browning's students.
- Broke in, tried to use the machine. - Then our killer killed himself.
The way this was wired, I'm surprised it didn't kill them a long time ago.
Oh! I don't remember photographing that before.
You couldn't have, because it wasn't there.
Any luck with the prints off the inhaler?
Nothing in AFIS, but when I tested the contents, guess what it matched?
The drug Sid found in tox?
Exactly. I contacted the manufacturer.
Turns out it's an experimental sexual enhancement drug.
- Only available in clinical trials. - I don't need it!
You're too old.
It's being tested on students at Chelsea University Health Center.
That's like throwing gas on a raging hormonal fire!
Well, Detective Angell just got me a court order
to pull all the patient files and talk to the students directly.
I'm hoping that this will give us an ID on the perp.
Fantastic! We got horny college kids and horny mammals. You want to trade?
- Mammals? - Prehistoric to be exact.
Trace from the deli was carbon-dated. No elephant was munching on pickles.
We're looking at a four-million-year-old mastodon.
You like to play dirty, huh, kid?
Brent Vandeman?
Get up! Get up!
They didn't teach you not to run in a museum?
The only person working on mastodons.
That's when he's not leaving girls for dead in a deli.
If I tell you the truth, I'm gonna be screwed out of a scholarship and...
And a lot worse on a cell block.
- Tell us about that girl. - She's Robin Graham.
I only followed her 'cause I didn't want her to be pissed off but...
- Then she started... - Yeah, right. We know.
Why was she upset in the first place?
Man, we do it every year.
It was a stupid raffle, but you know...
Hundred bucks to play and my name got drawn so I got her all to myself.
When I made my move she freaked, so I followed her to the deli.
I tried talking to her, I did, you know, but then, you know,
she just started wigging in front of everybody.
I just bailed.
You know, for a smart kid, you're a real bonehead. Let's go.
You're part of this PT-604 clinical study at the university?
They paid me 150 bucks
and I spent a week straight in bed with my boyfriend.
When he couldn't take it any more, I got myself a new boyfriend.
Oh, my God... It was off the hook.
What about Robin Graham? You ever seen her in the clinic?
Or somewhere else?
- On campus maybe? - I haven't seen her anywhere.
And I'd rather not if she looks like that.
Well, that's it for the control patients.
You want the placebos, too?
No, these were the only kids in the study with direct access to the drug.
And the Student Health Center has prints on file for every one of them.
OK, let's get those to the lab, see what they have to say.
Did you know I was the third-grade hopscotch champion
of Hawthorne Elementary?
I don't remember seeing that on your resume, no.
Trust me - I won them all. I never saw a hopscotch game like this.
That's because it's not hopscotch.
- It's game theory. - Exactly.
I didn't make the link till you sent the time machine manual for analysis.
Look how similar these formulas are.
Browning used game theory to calculate mathematical probabilities.
Which horse might win the next race or what lottery ticket might pay off.
Or who might be next to die.
He knew the machine was broken. Browning's blood was on the chalk.
He used it and this is the formula he scribbled to figure out the odds
of Kevin's survival if he tried to use it after he was gone.
K, Kevin.
Faster than light. Time of death: 9:45.
If the machine was busted, why would Kevin have gone in it?
When you figure probability, there's usually choices.
Maybe Kevin didn't have one.
So who the hell is L?
I don't know, but you might want to check your math.
According to Sid,
Kevin's body showed defensive wounds prior to electrocution.
I got a partial print off the manual which doesn't match Kevin's.
Here's the kicker.
The blood we took off the cover is an exact match
to Dr Martin Browning, and it was wet blood.
That puts him in the room and on the day.
We know he was dead in the drawer when Kevin got killed.
Well, Dr Browning did say he'd been to the future.
I think it's high time we separate the science from the science fiction.
Browning's blood was rehydrated.
The book was left on the seat.
There had to be somebody else in the room. L is our real killer.
There's something we're missing.
We've got three partial prints.
One from the shard, one from the book and one from the penny.
Lindsay, hand me that piece of paper.
- Thumbs. - What?
None of these partials match our victims?
There was no hit in AFIS
because we didn't have enough surface area on any print to confirm a match.
You handed me this piece of paper. Your thumb left a print.
When I grip this penny... thumbprints.
If L held the manual, scraped the pennies for the meter we...
...put the partials together...
And...
A complete print!
Let's see if we get a hit.
What? I'm not beat up enough?
You're lucky my men pulled those bookies off you.
- How much you into them for? - 7,500 bucks.
What happened? Luck finally run out?
You must have been licking your chops when you saw Browning's ad.
Nice address.
Probably figured you could shave a few pennies
and play along with his time travel story long enough
to lift yourself a new stereo or flat-screen TV.
That was no story, man. He could really travel through time.
When I first showed up, he already had a college boy for an assistant.
I conned him into letting me stick around long enough to case the place.
And then he started taking those trips.
Didn't look like he went anywhere, but at faster than the speed of light
we wouldn't be able to see him move.
So I decided just to test him a little, you know.
Bang. He comes back with the damn trifecta... twice.
That's when I started to believe, and that was the best run of my life.
Till you got greedy.
Tried to force him to take another trip.
Hey, Doc. Number six, Soldier of Rome.
- It's not safe! - I need one more!
I didn't build this for you!
- Get away from me! - Get in!
So, you murdered Martin Browning.
I didn't mean to.
I tried to chase after him, make sure he was alright.
But it was too late.
You going to catch that fruitcake?
Once you knew he was dead,
you had to find another way to try and cover your losses.
I was too deep in a hole. I flunked out of sixth grade science.
No way I'd learn how to fix that thing on my own, much less drive it.
- Move. - I'm going.
I said move!
I had to get the kid to the time machine.
- Pick three in the trifecta... - Alright!
Move, man!
First thing you do is check the regulator thing.
Come on. Hurry up.
Hit it!
I don't know what happened. You know, we...
We tried to read the manual. But, hey, you guys are smart.
Maybe if we work together, we could fix it, you know?
Try to make things...
Sorry, time's up.
You lied, Kelsey. You did know Robin Graham.
She wanted to be a Gamma Delta Gamma, to be my little sis,
but not until we took care of her business.
- Who said she was a virgin? - She did.
- In the mirror ceremony. - Mirror ceremony?
It's just a little ritual we use to help pledges face their flaws.
The minute I heard about her virginity
I knew she'd need extra help.
- What you call a virgin sacrifice? - That's what the frat boys call it.
No one would make her do anything she didn't want to.
What do you call switching her inhaler?
Setting the mood.
This way...
I knew she was allergic to flowers
from all the ceremonies of the semester.
So I figured I'd just use that to loosen her up a little.
I mean, it worked for me.
Couldn't be bothered with contraindications?
Contra-huh?
The fine print you didn't read.
With clinical trials, they're not sure
exactly how it will react with pre-existing conditions.
Like Robin's asthma.
When she didn't get relief after the first puffs, she had to have more.
That's when she lost control of herself in front of everybody.
- You killed that girl. - It was just an accident!
That you caused!
You got to be kidding. You can't pin this on me.
Oh yes, we can.
We found your prints on the petals.
They match the prints on the cartridge used to kill her.
We're going to perform a ritual we call arresting you for manslaughter.
Turn around. Turn around!
Well, at least she went with a smile on her face.
No, and I can promise you this...
...you won't either.
Let's go.
"Dear Mac...
"I'm writing you this letter because I know if I call,
"the moment I hear your voice, I'll be lost.
"I know you only left London last month as it was time to go home.
"But what I've realised since then is that this is my home.
"There's a new job for me here. My family is here.
"My life is here, Mac,
"and as much as I would've loved for you to stay and be a part of it,
"I know that your work and your life would inevitably take you away.
"We could fly back and forth
"in one of those commuter relationships for a while, I'm sure,
"but as close as we are, there would always be an ocean between us.
"So it's best we say good-bye, my love.
"Peyton. "
Sorry, Mac, but I've got another file...
# I'm not in love #
# I do think I have tried #
# It costs too much #
# I don't have the money or the time #
# Caused me to fall apart Once or twice #
# It's worse can lack The beautiful mess #
# In a perfect world we never came #
# Oh, we never left #
# But you remember what we were? #
# Do you find out what a kiss is for #
# Right before you die? #
# And just like when you had fallen #
# I will be there when you rise #
# In all kinds of weather #
# I will be there when you rise #
# Oh, it's the most peculiar feeling #
# Don't know what's coming #
# After we die #
# Oh I will be there when you rise #