Previously on CSl: NY.
I got a few strange phone calls on my hotel room phone.
Hello.
Each call came at exactly 3:33am.
Who is this?
Say something, damn it.
My luggage was stolen.
When I finally received it, I found this inside.
This is the Tribune Tower in Chicago.
It all makes sense now.
Over the years,
136 stones have been added to the Tribune Tower's ground level
from world landmarks,
including the Redwood Forest, Hagia Sophia and the Alamo.
He sent me pieces of each of them. He wants me to go there.
How does it feel to be home, Detective Taylor?
Mac say when he'd be back?
No, but he won't come back until he has answers.
- Are the answers in Chicago? - According to the evidence.
So this 333 guy, is he someone Mac put away?
- Don't know who he is. - Could be a woman.
Danny, no woman wakes up at 3:33 to make an anonymous call.
Sure about that?
DOA is Kevin Carmichael, train operator.
This empty train was blowing through stations.
How many stations?
All of them. Looks like the train was hijacked up in the railyard.
People on the platform were treated to this.
- Ouch. - No sign of our perp.
My guys are at the railyard doing a canvass.
- Hey. - Hey.
Looks like it started and ended here.
Perp ambushes the operator
and hits him in the head with a blunt object, causing the cast-off pattern.
Then hurls him through the window? That's not easy. That takes force.
We ruled out robbery.
His wallet wasn't taken. The attack was too brutal to be random.
There's a more personal motive.
Danny and Lindsay are on blood and prints.
We're on the body.
Cursory examination of the body...
- What's going on? - What happened?
Brooks, who shut the door?
If this is a joke, so help me...
- I feel we're going for a ride. - Whoa.
- I thought the train was empty. - Stop the train!
Call the train master's office. See if they can't shut this thing down.
Get on the radio right now. Find out what's going on!
Major to Control. We have a transit emergency down here...
Stella, nothing.
Flack, try that emergency brake!
- Stripped! - This is no joke.
Shut down the 3 train.
You gotta do it. There's a control box in the tunnel.
Shut it down before it hits the train in front of it.
The power source is on the right.
Help me with the body. We gotta get to the controls.
It's locked.
Hmm.
- Guys! - Hey, that train's not moving.
Get to the back of the train!
Whoa!
- You guys OK? - Yeah.
- Someone tell me what just happened. - We just got really lucky.
Stell...
333.
I gotta call Mac.
Hey, are you listening to me? I told you, no one else occupies this floor.
Haven't for more than a year. If anyone's been up here, I would know.
One of my guys called Chicago PD. Shouldn't we wait for them?
This is Detective Brennan. I've arrived.
What the hell is this all about?
I wanna see your badge number again.
One of my cousins is on a job. He can check you out.
Are you even listening to me?
What, are you kidding me? Pulling a gun...?
Alright, that's it.
This is Weston, guys.
Where's that Chicago PD?
I need backup here right now.
He's in that room down there.
Detective Taylor?
What's this all about?
Just give me some time...
I'll fill in the blanks.
# Out here in the fields #
# I fight for my meals #
# I get my back into my living #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah #
Hey, Mac, speak up a little bit. I'm still in the subway.
- Stella? - Mac?
You there? Stella!
Now, it's definitely connected to your 333 stalker.
He led me to Chicago, so he wants me to figure something out here.
I'll know more if I can ID this body.
I'll go to the lab, gather the evidence,
see what we can do on this end, OK?
Let me know if you come up with anything new.
I'll touch base later.
Stella?
Hey, you alright?
Thanks to you.
This was used to hijack the train.
He attached an MP3 player to the control panel, the sick bastard.
That sick bastard is Mac's stalker.
Detective Taylor?
We'll need elimination prints and DNA.
Of course.
As you can imagine, I have many questions.
First, I have to tell the police chief
why a New York crime scene investigator
found a body in this building.
Detective Brennan.
Can I have your right hand, Detective?
Missing letters.
The word is "coward. "
How quickly can you get a subpoena for surveillance footage
from the cameras in this area?
Your badge doesn't work in this city, Detective.
I'm not trying to step on any toes here.
Then let me ask the questions.
How did you know there was a body in there?
- I didn't. - You were looking for something.
I didn't know what I'd find.
Why did you think you'd find anything?
You specifically asked to visit an unoccupied floor.
You said it was police business.
I don't think you're looking for office space.
I was sent here. I don't know why or by whom.
I don't know how the victim hanging from the ceiling connects to me.
"Coward". What does that mean to you?
Nothing.
So this is how it's gonna be?
Someone's stalking me.
It started with phone calls.
Taylor.
And luggage that I thought was lost after a trip to London,
suddenly reappeared with a young boy's bloody T-shirt inside.
Last week a puzzle of New York was sent to one of my investigators.
It had blood on it that has common alleles to the blood on the T-shirt.
Two brothers.
When all the evidence was analysed, it led me here to Chicago.
I grew up here.
We found petrified redwood,
traces of limestone consistent with limestone from the Alamo
and an imprint on leather of a tile from Hagia Sophia.
Pieces of all three of those items can be found right here.
You think your stalker vandalised the Tribune building
to send you those clues.
Maybe a camera captured him doing it.
We look at footage from six months ago, a year? Give me a window.
All began three months ago. We can start there.
Alright. I'll get my guys on it.
In the meantime, we'll process the victim to get an ID?
And Detective? You are a civilian in this city.
This isn't a joint investigation. Keep your badge hidden.
Doc.
- What's up? - Can you take a look at this?
This is trace from our conductor's clothing.
Rod-shaped. Gram-positive. Anthrax?
It looks like it, right?
Same structural characteristics.
Is this bigger than we think?
Blunt force injury contributed to the death,
followed by immediate trauma of the spinal cord.
His collision with the window snapped his neck.
Sid, we found anthrax on his clothing.
Histology report was clean. Nothing like that in his system.
Maybe the anthrax was transfer from the attacker.
If so, what's our killer's plan?
Stell, canvass of the railyard got us nothing.
No witnesses or unusual activity.
Our killer must have got onto the subway
just before it was pulled off the yard,
then murdered Kevin Carmichael and took control of the train.
- It didn't stop before 42nd Street. - Went right through.
But our killer got off somewhere.
Surveillance is limited to a couple spots, but we're checking it.
- You talk to Mac yet? - Briefly.
He found a body at the Tribune building. The 333 guy led him there.
Hopefully, whatever Mac learns in Chicago will help us here.
If it's the same guy, he's using up his Air Miles.
- Seriously. - Detectives.
This can't be good.
Chief.
I received some interesting phone calls. One got my attention.
The Police Commissioner wants to know
why a member of our lab is investigating a murder in Chicago.
I told him that's impossible because I didn't know a damn thing about it.
- Mac is there on personal business. - How personal is it?
He's trying to figure that out.
- Is he in trouble? - No.
Tell Taylor he's got 12 hours and then I want his ass back in New York.
There's a fine line between foolishness and loyalty, Detective.
Be careful you don't cross it.
Walk with me.
This is amazing. I mean, really amazing.
This little MP3 gadget, it's amazing.
Yeah. You realise a crime was committed, right?
But that's what's so great about it.
Millions of people have these compact hard drives,
able to download almost anything.
This was hooked up to the subway's digital control system,
operating as a hard drive,
rebooted the system and ran its application.
That explains the runaway train,
but why didn't the train master's office cut the power?
Because this little creature here not only ran its own programme,
but its FireWire allowed for an extremely fast upload
of a very large virus that infected the system.
Once it got control of the office, it was game over.
So we're looking for a killer that is some sort of gadget genius here?
He had a little bit of help. Check this out.
There was a URL in the code.
Help from a flower delivery company?
You are so impatient.
Nirvana for the everyday hacker.
That's for real?
A website that tells you how to hijack a train?
These are instructions on how to use everyday, ordinary electronics
to hack into databases, security codes, even arena scoreboards.
Purchase the override codes and you can take over the world.
And this is on the internet.
You pay a small fee
and you're changing the traffic lights on 5th Ave from Brooklyn.
Oh, fantastic. No match to the print I pulled off the MP3 player.
Bad reception down here.
Well there's bad reception everywhere.
OK, I deserve that.
Preliminary autopsy report.
He's a white male, died in his mid-20s.
- When was that? - Pathologist estimates 30 years ago.
Traces of soil suggest the body was buried, then dug up.
Which explains the partial mummification.
The vic must have been moved to a dry place which slowed decomposition.
Got a cause of death?
Gunshot to the stomach. Through the liver and out.
There are two other visible fractures.
Blunt force to the skull
more than likely occurred when the body was dug up.
Scar tissue tells us that the second injury was pre-mortem.
An index finger was sawed off.
You got an ID?
Fingertips were too decomposed for prints.
30 years ago, CODIS didn't exist.
So, if he committed a felony, there's no possibility for a DNA match.
What about checking the missing person's database?
I did that. Nobody missed him.
Right hand, index finger's the trigger finger.
It's like the mob's sending a message.
Is that something you're guessing or something you're sure of?
Because I didn't say it was his right hand.
- If you know something, tell me. - No.
Just making an assumption. I don't know anything.
- Jimmy. - Mac Taylor.
When I heard your voice on the phone, I couldn't believe it.
Now you're here.
Look like your old man.
- Been a long time, Mac. - Since we were kids.
Last I heard, you were in New York, married,
working for the mayor's office.
I'm a crime scene investigator.
Must be something.
What's the statute of limitations for us sneaking into Wrigley?
What brings you back?
Bobby Toole is dead.
That's not funny. He's been dead for 30 years.
Yeah. But they found his body today. In the Tribune building.
We swore we would never talk about this.
I haven't told a soul.
Somebody put his body there for me to find, the word "coward" on the wall.
- Did you do it, Jimmy? - What?
What, are you out of your mind, Mac? Is this a sick joke to you?
A month ago, I got a blood-stained T-shirt.
I found out today it's your brother's.
Will's blood. The shirt he wore when Bobby Toole beat him to death.
Do you feel guilty?
- I don't regret the choice I made. - I'm sure you don't.
Because you didn't lose a brother. Your family didn't fall apart.
You didn't watch your father cry, watch him crumble to his knees
or spend 10 years trying to make up for it,
lying to little Andy about how Will died.
- Not you. - Did you send me that shirt?
You made phone calls. You brought me here. What do you wanna say?
You come back here after all this time and accuse me of this?
Will worked as a paperboy. A newspaper satchel was left as a clue.
That's not a coincidence.
I have forensic evidence and it points to Will's brother. You.
- We were the only ones there. - You don't know what you're saying.
You hear me, Mac? I had nothing to do with what you're talking about.
You...
You stay away from me.
You hear me?
I don't know a damn thing.
Little out of your jurisdiction, aren't you?
I thought you were in New York.
Sneaky like that. Plus it made it easier to find you.
- Sinclair? - Yeah.
He doesn't like to be embarrassed, Mac.
I got the rundown from Detective Brennan.
Tell me what this is really about.
Wanna take a ride?
Long as it's not on the subway.
There's no trace of anthrax in the victim's system, only on his shirt.
Minimal amounts.
- What about at the scene? - No.
But we've asked hospitals to notify us of any anthrax poisoning symptoms.
We're sweeping the subway cars and the 42nd and 34th Street stations.
Now, I found darker discolorations on the victim's shirt.
They were chemical burns, inconsistent with anthrax.
I analysed a swatch. Detected traces of muriatic acid.
Kevin Carmichael is a custom-made leather goods entrepreneur,
which may explain why the chemicals were already on his shirt.
Any other prints beside the one from the MP3 player?
Everywhere - on the victim and the train.
The DNA from the prints match the blood on the New York puzzle -
an unknown male.
This is all one suspect.
With no previous criminal history, so no hits in AFIS or CODIS.
This guy's cocky. He leaves his prints.
We can't use them, but it's like he's trying to get caught.
Maybe that's part of his end game.
Jimmy and I were 14.
His brother Will was 16.
Will delivered packages for a guy named Sal Marchetti to earn money.
He split it with me and Jimmy when we tagged along.
None of us realised what we were doing.
Didn't question it.
Sal wanted a package delivered to a guy called Bobby Toole.
We came here that night.
It's not all here.
It's all he gave us.
- Where is the rest of the money? - That's all we have!
It was going bad fast.
Let's go.
I didn't see Bobby Toole grab Will, but...
...I heard the first punch.
Leave him alone!
Get off of him!
"Get off of him. " That's what Jimmy kept saying.
Stop it!
I was screaming like crazy for someone to help us, but nobody did.
Blood was streaming down Will's face.
I was watching him die.
Brennan said Toole was shot.
The gun was in the nightstand drawer.
Jimmy grabbed it.
Toole threw him down.
And the gun slid across the floor.
Pick it up, Mac.
Do it! Do it, Mac! Shoot him!
Shoot him now! Come on, hurry up! Shoot him!
Hurry up? Give me it!
I helped Jimmy carry his brother out. Will died in the emergency room.
You never went to the cops?
They came to us. We lied.
We said Will got in a fight. We didn't see the guys' faces.
When we told Sal Marchetti the truth, he said it would be taken care of.
We never spoke of it after that.
Jimmy shot Toole in defence of his brother's life.
It was self-defence, Mac.
We were kids. We didn't know.
I never saw Jimmy much after that.
I suppose some might think I was a coward. I know he did.
But I just couldn't get myself to pull the trigger.
- See you found him. - Yes. Took a little detective work.
We ran the cigarette you sent to our lab
and a Detective Bonasera sent DNA results from New York.
DNA on the cigarette is not a match to the DNA from the puzzle pieces.
Still a filial match to the T-shirt.
So it's a brother, but it's not Jimmy.
That leaves Will's youngest brother, Andy. Andy wasn't there.
You OK?
No. How can there be nothing?
No evidence or trace that leads to anyone or anything?
Well, let's go over it again. Where do you want me to start?
I don't know. Look at this.
These puzzle pieces and clues that were sent to Mac.
There's got to be something in here. You know?
This, this guy wants us to find him. He's got a plan.
Wait a minute.
- These are green. - Yes. What do you mean?
The negative pieces in the New York puzzle are covered with green Xs.
The negative pieces in the Tribune puzzle are covered with blue Xs.
Right. The pieces that you remove before you set up the puzzle.
Exactly.
At first, we thought we were missing a piece?
So I went back to Drew Bedford's office
and I found a piece of the puzzle there that had blue Xs on it.
He dumped the puzzle on his desk. So a piece probably fell on the floor.
He dumped the New York puzzle on his desk.
The piece that I found should have had green Xs on it.
We hadn't even got the Tribune puzzle yet.
Hold on. So this Drew Bedford guy's involved? Aren't you seeing him?
Yeah. Yeah, that's what he wanted.
Oh, my God. I was part of his plan.
I'm Drew Bedford.
He bumped into me at that store and at the coffee stand.
And he sent me all those gifts and I kept resisting.
I knew... Something in my gut told me it wasn't right.
Lindsay, he was using me to get to Mac.
We need to look at every gift Drew sent me.
Lindsay, are you seeing this?
Prints from the gifts Drew sent are a match to the MP3 player.
- What's up? - Mac, Drew Bedford is our 333 guy.
Drew Bedford.
Him pursuing me was all part of his plan.
He put the puzzle box on my truck. I've got proof. It's Drew Bedford.
Drew. Andrew. Andy.
Jimmy's younger brother.
Andy is Drew Bedford.
I'm on my way back to New York.
Listen up. You know how methodical this guy is.
For the last six months, he's planned every move and stayed one step ahead.
He knows we know who he is and that we'd come for him.
Mac.
He's clearly willing to kill. That train ride could have been your last.
Who knows what's waiting for us in there. Be alert.
- Taylor. - Mac, you want me to...
Don't worry about it, Don. I got this one.
Chief Sinclair.
I spend enough time justifying your reactions to my superiors,
and now I've got Chicago PD riding my ass?
You give me one reason why I shouldn't pull your badge right now.
Because it isn't about my badge. It's about me.
I have to finish what he started.
This isn't about politics.
I have no ulterior motive. This guy has a plan for me.
What it is, I don't know, but I have to play his game to find out.
Mike...
Give me one of those vests.
If he's expecting us, you can bet your ass he set traps.
- Clear. - Clear.
- Nothing. - Mac?
Hey, Mac!
Mac.
He's gone.
This look like his firearm?
You know what this looks like? The only way out right here.
- A tunnel. - Let's move!
We have a possible abduction of an officer.
I need an ending location for...
Mac Taylor. The Mac Taylor.
You know, it's funny...
...but you don't look like a hero.
- Andy. I don't know what you... - Sh, sh, shh.
Whatever you do, don't move.
You see that gun?
The slightest movement puts a bullet right between your eyes.
Of course, freezing comes naturally to you.
Something the public doesn't know about its hero cop,
but my dead brother knows all too well.
For God's sake, Andy, I was just a kid.
You were old enough. All you had to do was pull the trigger.
You know, playing with your crack CSI team, it's been fun.
That Stella, she's just...
She's smart. She never quite trusted me.
Can see how she'd be an asset to you.
Be a shame to see her die.
You see, whoever comes through that door is gonna take a bullet.
I'm sure Stella and company are trying to find out where you are...
...as we speak.
The tunnel split into five directions.
By the time we had each exit covered, they were gone.
Wherever Drew has Mac, he wants us to find him.
What does this guy want anyway?
He holds Mac responsible for losing a family member.
- So he wants Mac to lose someone? - One of us.
Go over everything we recovered from the bistro.
Paperwork, telephone records... Drew left us the answer for us to find.
- Keep me posted. - Gotcha.
- OK, boys, tell me what you got. - Nothing good.
If he left a clue as to where Mac is,
it's not in the codes used to override the train system.
Or a clever hacker buried a virus to destroy the hidden codes.
But Drew wants us to find him.
Maybe it's possible that I destroyed something
when I smashed the MP3 player, huh?
It's possible,
but we were able to reconstruct the data and the files on the hard drive.
What are the files?
Just regular MP3 stuff - playlists, artists, calendar, but...
all the files are empty.
Do you hear that? What is that sound coming from the MP3?
That's impossible. All the...
I hear it. Deconstruct the playlists to pull something off of it.
Something's coming up.
# On this train till I die... #
- Train to Nowhere. - The runaway train.
SB. My initials, or maybe the artist.
Look up Train to Nowhere.
# Train I ride goes to God knows where... #
Train to Nowhere, Savoy Brown. SB.
Let me pull up the album.
Number six, Train to Nowhere.
- 6 train? - Uh-huh.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
# Train I ride goes to God knows where...
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
# I don't know and I don't care... #
These are the City Hall subway station blueprints.
Last stop on the 6 train, or what people think is the last stop.
The line goes further down the tunnel to the original City Hall Station
that was abandoned in 1945 when they expanded the IRT line.
Trains loop around to go to the Bronx.
- So that's where they are? - We think so. Train to Nowhere.
Nobody really knows about the station and it's gonna be fairly isolated.
He's expecting us, so stay a step ahead.
If trains pass through there, he'd stay off the platform.
Maybe he has Mac in a walkway off to the side.
I remember skylight panels on the ceiling.
We should get up there.
Hard part will be negotiating with this guy. He's prepared, he's smart.
He wants one of us dead.
I don't know who can talk sense into him.
He can.
Truth is a matter of perception.
For most things, perception can be influenced -
people are who we want them to be.
You stopped a million-dollar cocaine heist,
and took down an Irish gang, too.
You fire your gun, Mac?
So the world creates heroes.
Don't blame me for the press blowing up that story.
I didn't ask to be anything other than who I am.
You know the thing about heroes?
Is that eventually somebody surfaces
who knew the hero before they were granted that status.
Perception changes once again. A new truth is reborn.
This is crazy, Andy. You're just gonna get yourself killed.
Yeah. I can live with that.
You know what Jimmy used to say to me?
After that day, he used to look me in the eyes
and tell me I looked dead inside.
I didn't have a choice.
No. No! Don't tell me that.
You don't say that. Don't tell me you didn't have a choice.
Will was being beaten up. You just had to pull the trigger.
- I don't know what Jimmy said... - He didn't. I was there.
Jimmy wouldn't let me come, so I followed you guys.
Pick it up, Mac. Pick it up. Shoot him! Shoot him!
Give me it!
Room 333.
Numbers engraved into my head forever.
- Did you tell Jimmy you were there? - What for?
You two could have talked about it.
You think I didn't replay it in my head a thousand times?
Dreamt about it for years, since that day.
Only in the dreams, I pull the trigger or I'm beaten to death.
I can't change that, Andy.
No matter how much you want it to be true. We were kids. I was scared.
Killing me, or whoever comes through that door,
won't bring Will back.
Well. What do you know? It's your partner in crime.
Hey, if you're calling for another date, I'm gonna take a rain check.
I'm busy.
It's me, baby brother.
Jimmy?
How ya doin', kiddo?
What are you doing? Where are you?
Don't do this, Andy.
Alright? Not for me. Not for Will.
I love you, Jimmy.
But I'm doing this for me.
I got a bad feeling about this, brother.
This doesn't have a happy ending.
Look, man, I lost Will. I'm not gonna lose you too.
Where are you? Why can I hear you?
I'm coming in, Andy. I'm coming in.
No, no, Jimmy. No Jimmy!
No, Jimmy!
Argh!
Don't move! Don't you move!
Argh!
Need an ambulance at the City Hall Station.
- You OK, Mac? - Yeah.
- Jimmy! - Don't move.
You're OK, Jimmy. You're OK.
Come on, get up.
You're no hero.
You hear me! You let Will die! You're no hero!
You hear me?
No!
- See? You're OK. - You hear me?
You shot him in the forearm. In those situations, we shoot to kill.
Not this time.
They've already lost enough. Too much.