CSI: NY

He ascended into Heaven,

and sits on the right hand of God the Father Almighty.

From thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.

Dr. Hawkes?

- Warden Davis Ollenstein. - Sorry I'm late, Warden.

- Got stuck in traffic. - This way.

Ten more minutes, you would've missed it.

Did Mr. Tifford say why he wanted to speak with me?

No. All he said was that he requested your presence

- as a witness to his execution. - I don't even know him.

Apparently he knows you.

May the Lord Jesus Christ protect you

and lead you to eternal life.

Reggie...

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes here to see you.

You have one minute.

You got her eyes.

Do I know you?

I spent the last ten years thinking about this.

Wondering when this day was gonna come,

and thinking, when it did...

I'd want you to be here.

To witness your execution?

Why?

I want you to know something.

Reggie,

it's time.

Excuse me, sir.

Give me your hands.

Give me your hands.

You know the drill.

All right, let's go. Wait a second. Wait a second, fellas.

Sorry. We're on a schedule here, sir.

Reggie, what is it? What did you want me to know?

I'm the man who killed your sister.

Let's go.

Maya?

I'm sorry, man.

I wanted you to know that.

Donnie?

Donnie?

There's something's wrong with him, man.

Donnie, you all right?

What's going on in there?

Donnie, you all right?

We need a doctor in here!

Hey, I'm a doctor.

He's dead.

Get him back to his cell.

* Out here in the fields *

* I fight for my meals *

* I get my back into my living *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. *

Detective Taylor.

Hey, Mac, it's Hawkes.

You on your way back?

Not exactly. I got one dead in the execution room.

Problem is it's not the inmate.

Pictures headed your way.

Your victim is a prison guard?

He collapsed seconds before Reggie Tifford was about to be executed.

And a murder on death row gives him a stay of execution

for the length of the investigation.

If Reggie Tifford is responsible,

he just bought himself some more time on this earth.

We'll see.

Pennsylvania State Police and the local crime lab

are both on their way.

Bloodstained mucous from the mouth.

Bright red in color.

Yeah, I'm also picking up a bitter almond smell.

It's consistent with cyanide poisoning.

Mm-hmm. Acute toxicity.

I estimate the poison was administered within the

last couple hours.

Thing is, according to the warden,

the victim's shift started about six hours ago.

If Reggie's behind this,

he must have had that cyanide smuggled in.

Yeah. It means someone's helping that scumbag from the outside.

Open 17.

Cell 17! Do it now!

So help me God, I will put a bullet in you

if you don't do what I say.

That sounded like a gunshot.

Mac, I'll call you back.

NYPD Crime Lab. I heard shots.

Is he dead? Yeah.

We got a problem.

I'm gonna find that state trooper. Wait!

This is Ollenstein.

We got a situation red.

Full security breach. This is not a drill!

I need a lockdown now!

Shane Casey.

Son of a bitch is back.

We definitely have a serial killer on our hands.

Did you talk to Hawkes?

A few minutes ago. I hear it's bad.

You've reached Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. I just heard on the news rioting broke out.

Shots were fired. There's no reports of casualties yet. Did Hawkes met out?

He's still in there. They find out who he is,

he's as good as dead.

Come on! Who's next?!

Come on! Come on!

Some more? Back up!

Sure! Come on!

You bleedin', man.

Get away from me, dude.

Look, we gotta get you out of here before these cats change they mind, all right?

- Get away from me, dude! - Hey, listen to me!

I could have took a shot at you tonight, but I didn't!

I know what you thinking, right?

I didn't kill that guard tonight!

- Why should I believe you? - Because, man,

I was prepared to die tonight.

It was a wrap, son! It was a wrap!

You was the last part of it.

I swear I had nothing to do with that guard!

Now, you want to live, you come with me now!

Now, man, come on!

Look, look, Captain, I understand your situation,

but you need to understand mine.

I have a man in there who will not survive the night

unless you and your team come up with a plan to extract him now.

What do we know?

One confirmed dead: a guard.

Rest of the personnel is unaccounted for.

So we can assume they're hostages.

Everyone, including Hawkes.

Pennsylvania State Correctional-- isn't that

where Shane Casey was transferred to?

Danny.

What?

A few weeks ago, I'm getting therapy on my back.

I go back to the locker room to change.

All my stuff is gone, Stella.

Everything.

They got everything my wallet, my cards, my money--

even my grandfather's dog tags.

My badge.

Flack and I are questioning a suspect a few days later

in a pawn shop.

I look in the display case, I see my grandfather's dog tags.

So I take 'em back here.

I figured I can figure out who the scumbag is that robbed me.

I get a print.

Comes back to Shane Casey.

What?

Did you ever find your badge?

Just my dog tags.

I know. It's not good.

He got his hands on 'em.

How is that even possible? He's been locked up for the last three years.

Exactly. I have no idea. but without a doubt, it was his print.

Keep me in the loop on your end. Thanks.

What do we know? SWAT's on the scene.

They got a first stage tac plan in the works.

Shut down the power, then open a line of communication.

That could take hours.

What about getting Hawkes out?

Right now, that's low on their priority list.

We'll be safe in here long as we keep the door closed.

What you doing, man?!

What's the matter?

You killed her.

You killed Maya.

Mac.

You okay?

I've been better.

Everyone's here for you, Sheldon.

Where are you now?

In one of the cell blocks.

Some kind of storage room.

Can you get to an exit?

No... no, no, no way- they got the guards in the cells.

Inmates are running things.

Yeah, Shane Casey is one of them.

Yeah, I already saw him.

We just lost power.

It's coming from outside. It's part of the tac plan.

And Mac already spoke to the negotiation team.

They know you're in there.

Now they're standing down until they can assess the situation.

I'm sorry, Sheldon.

Hang tight, pal.

I don't know how much longer

I can be in here without someone knowing I'm here.

Is there anybody in there you can trust?

No.

All right, just keep your head down; conserve your battery.

We'll be in touch.

Put those on.

Only way you're gonna survive in here

for the next few hours is if you look like one of us.

We're gonna need blueprints of that prison.

Everything you can get your hands on.

Electrical systems, service corridors,

every single access point.

You really think we can do this?