CSI: NY

I walked up that ramp thingy.

You shouldn't be here.

Oh, wait, 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?

: What's the girl's name I'm talking to?

Why don't you go inside and chill out, Bob.

You think she'll visit me in prison?

What the hell

are you talking about?

Beg me for your life.

Beg me not to kill you.

Take it easy. I'm sure we don't...

Get on your knees!

Take it easy, Bob.

Get on your knees!

You pathetic piece of garbage.

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 want to play it?

I'll call his C.O., 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 with a little party,

when Bob over there decided to put one right in his forehead.

Apparently, he wasn't satisfied with Kenneth's hedging.

He's about to take out one of the other partners when...

Our jumper saves the day.

That's quite a fall from grace.

¶ Out here in the fields ¶

¶ I fight for my meals ¶

¶ I get my back into my living ¶

¶ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ¶

Forgive me.

Hey.

On your own two feet and looking good, Messer.

Not bad, huh? First the wheelchair,

now no more cane.

Done. Yeah.

You know, that was one of the scariest moments

and I'll never forget it when you said

you couldn't move your legs.

When I saw the blood on my hands, I mean, I thought

that was it.

Yeah, well, it wasn't your time.

Yeah, let's go with that.

So what's up with this thing this morning?

I mean, this guy's on a boat full of people.

What's he gonna do, swim to London?

Well, been better off just to swim directly to Rikers.

Yeah. I mean, I'm not complaining, you know.

Slam dunk and a suicide?

Easiest stretch we had in a while.

Yeah, I can always use the overtime, but having dinner

at a normal hour tonight sounds great.

Ah.

Sid. Mac.

You jinxed it.

Mac, what's up?

You hear from Flack? No, I haven't,

and he's not answering his cell either. What's going on?

I need you to run over to his apartment and see if he's there.

Yeah, of course. Anything you need.

You still have his spare key, right?

Yeah, I got it.

Use it. If he's sleeping one off,

throw his ass in the shower.

Call me when you get there.

All right, 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.

Got 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?

Figured I'd come down, tell you in person.

That's, uh, 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.

Aw, don't, Sid.

I was just gonna make plans for dinner tonight.

Ooh, where?

Just say it.

Your jumper was shot in the chest.

Entered here.

And as you can see, lodged in this area.

Is that the C.O.D.?

Well, I suppose it would've been.

It did hit the heart, he would have bled out.

But the fall probably killed him before the bullet had a chance.

Well, it's an odd place to shoot yourself.

And I didn't find any stippling pattern on the clothes,

which means that the gun was fired from at least three feet.

There's 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?

No, we didn't find any of the signatures.

I mean, the Compass Killer always

leaves a note of remorse and a compass with each body.

The only other thing I found was this.

Some sort of fiber.

Lifted it off the victim's shirt.

Sorry about dinner.

No, you're not.

Why don't you

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,

then he probably tossed the gun off, too.

Listen up, Hawkes.

You've been through this before,

but those currents are strong and unpredictable.

You be careful down there,

and if there's trouble, you signal, okay?

Got it. All right,

your audio should be working. Can you hear me

inside the gear? Loud and clear.

All right, we got you on this end, too.

Here's your camera.

Danny.

You get to Flack's?

I'm here now, Mac, and this place is a wreck.

What'd you find?

Well, it doesn't look like he's paying his bills.

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.

If he's not there, track down his sister.

Maybe she knows where he is.

All right, will do.

All right, 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?

A compass.

You've got to 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 a little sand.

Leaving the compass is part of his signature.

I don't think he tossed it in the river.

Must have gone over the bridge with the vic and fallen out of his pocket.

It's definitely the Compass Killer.

The needle's permanently facing east.