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- Previously on CSI New York...
- Who's that?

They call him Wild Bill Hunt.

He was my first partner.

- What's on your mind?
- You remember this guy?

- Raymond Harris.
- I locked him up.

We did. He was released a week ago.

I've run into him a couple of times.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- He found your wallet on the sidewalk.

You lifted it,
you son of a bitch!

I believe he thinks he was wronged.

That makes him dangerous.

Everything we did was textbook.

I don't think Mr. Harris
will be bothering us anymore.

Something tells me
you can be very persuasive.

I just had a little chat with him.

You should've left it alone, Bill.

Still can't get over this office.

Great views, leather sofa.

A bigger office just
means more paperwork.

What are you doing here, Bill?

I don't know. You invited me.

No, I didn't.

Oh, I got a text.

[beeping]

"We need to talk.

Meet me at my office ASAP. Mac."

I didn't send a text.

[gunfire]

[screaming]

[gunfire, screaming continue]

[groaning]

[moaning]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I think so.

Hey, you okay?

Let's go! Come on!

Everybody, stay out of the way!
Clear out! Clear out!

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Move! Move!

Go, go.

Secure the corridor!

Go! Go! Go!

He's gotta be up one
of those rooftops, Mac.

Waiting to get a clean shot.

The trajectory of the bullets

is level with the center point
of the windows.

- Detective?
- Means the shooter wasn't on the roof.

He was directly across from us.

There's an empty floor
in that building.

- What can I do, Mac?
- Move!

Get that arm looked at, Bill.

Ah, the hell with it.
I mean, to help.

Go to the paramedics, Bill. Now.

- Let's move.
- Move! Move 'em out!

It's going to be okay.

Okay.

Okay, I got him.

- Hey!
- Oh, honey.

Oh, my God!
Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm good.
- You sure?

- I'm fine.
- There's blood all over you.

No, it's not mine.

Is anybody hurt bad?

- What do you know?
- We've got a five-block radius

has been cordoned off.

Uh, subway stations are all
shut down in the area.

Flack and the ESUs are across the street
getting ready to sweep the building.

Yeah, the shots came from
the Conroy Building.

Mac's on his way there now.

- What the hell is going on?
- I have no idea,

but come on, we should
get downstairs. Let's go.

- No, I'm staying here.
- What for?

I'm getting my kit.
It's a crime scene.

[door smashes]

- Clear.
- Clear.

Clear.

My angle clear.

Sweep the right flank.

Move! Move!

Secure the perimeter.

From this vantage point,
he could have taken out

every window in the building,

but he focused on mine.

Subway map?

Raymond Harris.

Sorry, brother.

How does a guy go
from stealing your wallet

to trying to kill you?

- Yeah, I got you.
- Tell me they found Harris.

ESU canvassed the boardinghouse

where he was supposed to be
staying. No sign of him.

He didn't report to
the warehouse

where he's been working at
the past couple weeks either. Damn.

- Look at this place!
- Find every friend

that Raymond Harris ever had.

Get his photo out to every roll call,
TV stations, newspapers.

I'm all over it.

I'll get with Harris' PO.

We're going to find
this guy, Mac.

Just spoke with the EMTs.

We have a couple people wounded,
some seriously.

It's a miracle
no one got killed, Mac.

What about the text that Bill Hunt said he
got from me this morning?

Harris must have
cloned your phone.

- Where's Hunt now?
- Bullpen.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

I thought you said we'd
never hear from Harris again.

What happened the other night,

when you had your
chat with him?

I persuaded him
to leave us alone.

- How, Bill?
- I was walking down an empty street,

he came up behind me,

tried to put some intimidation
moves on me.

Gave him a tune-up,

- that's all.
- What kind of a tune-up, Bill,

a system check or
complete overhaul?

I don't like your tone, Mac.

I don't give a crap.
Be specific!

I pushed him around a little.

He walked away just fine.

Yeah, well, you pushing him around
put a target on our backs.

Target was already there.

I just sped things up.

So what the hell does he want?

I don't know.
What's our next move?

You're not my training
officer anymore, Bill.

I'm the cop.
You're the civilian.

Just go home and stay out of it.

Our suspect is Raymond Harris.

I put him away 17 years ago
for drug and gun charges.

He was released three weeks ago.

Ever since he's been
following me

and my former partner Bill Hunt.

He's not required
to check in with his PO

for two weeks,
but he hasn't been at his job

or boardinghouse for 36 hours.

Where are we on the evidence?

Uh, no fingerprints or trace
at the Conroy building,

and the subway map
came up clean. However,

we did pull
this surveillance video.

This happened at 6 a.m.

A man wearing a hooded sweatshirt
came through the service stairway

and covered the cams
with spray paint.

Security didn't notice?

It was a shift change.

The day guard and the night guard
were out front smoking,

so no one was at the monitors.

That's a coincidence.

No, no, Harris is prepared.

I'm guessing he observed those guards.
He knew their routines.

Just like he knew the work crew

on that vacant floor
had the day off.

If he was that dedicated,
there's no reason to believe

he wouldn't make
another attempt.

We're not giving him the chance.

Hey, Mac, got a case-to-case
match in IBIS on the AK-47.

A shooting in '94.
Drug robbery gone wrong.

Victim took a bullet
to the shoulder

outside 1744 West 40th Street.

Witnesses said the bullets came
from a second-story window.

That's the same building where
we busted Raymond Harris.

They even questioned Harris.

But they couldn't find the AK-47,
so they had to let him go.

We searched that
apartment up and down.

The only weapons we found
were a couple of handguns.

It's possible it was hidden.

Yeah. But for 17 years?

Might explain the trace I found

on one of the slugs
from today's attack.

Analysis came back with traces

of asbestos, gypsum plaster,

and old copper insulation.

None of which is present
in the crime lab.

I think that AK-47
was hidden inside a wall.

It's a perfect environment to store a rifle
and ammunition. Cool, dry.

Harris retrieves it,
doesn't clean it.

When he goes to shoot up
the lab this morning...

the bullet picks up some trace.

If the weapon was hidden
in Harris' old apartment

all these years, he may have
gone back to retrieve it.

Could be where
he's hiding right now.

We need all units to the corner
of Walnut and Grant.

Suspect may be armed.

NYPD! Open up!

[pounding on door]

- Raymond Harris, NYPD.
- [gunshots]

I'm here to file
a harassment complaint.

Someone's trying to kill me.

You're entitled to a union rep.

I don't need one.
We did nothing wrong.

We knocked on the door
and identified ourselves

- as police officers.
- Did the suspect respond?

No. No, so we took in the door
with a battering ram and went in.

Suspect opened fire.

- What happened next?
- We returned fire.

Through the bedroom doors?

Without a visual on the suspect?

Yeah. Bullets whizzing by my head
were visual enough.

How many shots did you fire?

I fired ten rounds, paused.
The suspect was dead.

You had a warrant
to search the premises,

assumed the suspect
was armed and dangerous.

Did you prepare a tac plan?

We took every precaution.

Except waiting for ESU.

Look, the suspect that
we were looking for,

he attacked our crime lab
this morning.

We believed him
to be a flight risk.

So we had to do what we had to do.
Any more questions?

Yeah. Is the man lying dead
on that floor

the suspect you were here
to apprehend?

- No.
- Okay. That's it for now.

But I will need your weapon.
Protocol.

Thank you.

I know it's routine
for I.A. to investigate

an officer-involved shooting,

but it seems like this woman's
got a bug up her ass.

- Like she never kicked in a door before.
- Probably never has.

It was a clean shoot.
Anyone can see that, no?

Yeah, it was, Danny.
She's just doing her job.

Now let's do ours.
What do we know here?

Name's Trevor Arnette. Got an open
warrant in Brooklyn for home invasion.

Any connection
to Raymond Harris?

Other than having
the immense bad luck

of being in Harris'
last known address, no.

So Harris snuck in here
to retrieve the AK-47.

If it was here at all.
Mac, you ever consider

that Harris was not
the guy who shot up the lab?

Look, I know it was him.

Harris hid that gun
in this apartment for 17 years.

We just need to find out where.

[phone ringing]

Taylor.

I'm headed home in the middle
of the night

when, out of nowhere,
this guy grabs me.

Dragged me to an alley.

Beats the crap out of me.

Let me ask you something.

How'd you get that AK
into the Conroy Building?

The guy pulled a gun
on me, Detective.

Put it in my mouth.

You've got a lot of nerve waltzing
in here to make a complaint.

I'll give you that.

Snub-nose .38, nickel-plated,
mother-of-pearl handle.

Shouldn't you be writing this down?

Look at me, Raymond.
I was there

the day you stole
Mac Taylor's wallet.

I'm just here to report a crime.

I know you've got a beef with him.

If it's a conflict
of interest for you,

- maybe I should go to another precinct.
- And I also know

that you put about
a hundred rounds

into our crime lab not
more than six hours ago.

No idea what you're talking about.

So then you won't mind submitting
to a gunshot residue test?

A DNA swab?

Shoot the moon, Detective.

But first I'd like
to finish my statement.

The guy who attacked me
looked like this cop

who arrested me
a bunch of years ago.

Name's Bill Hunt.

Put him in a lineup,
I'd be happy to I.D. him.

What exactly are you after?

Justice.

[knocking]

Okay, guys, single file.

Turn, face the glass.

Recognize anyone?

He can't see me, right?

As you may recall
from your many times

on the other side of the glass.

I'm just concerned
for my safety.

Focus, Raymond.

Is the man who attacked you
in there or not?

Can you have number three step closer?

Number three,
step forward please.

I don't know.
He kind of looked like this guy,

but now that I think about it,
I'm just not sure.

- Sorry, Detectives.
- All right,

whatever game you're
playing, you can't win.

Like you won this afternoon,

when you shot that guy
in my old place?

You thought that was me, didn't you?
That give you relief?

You want to kill me, Harris? Kill me.

Here I am, make a move.

Then there wouldn't be
any surprises.

Where's the fun in that?

No.

I want you and Hunt
looking over your shoulders.

Like I did for 17 years.

Is that a threat?

I'm the one being
intimidated here.

Two cops looming over me.

Why don't you tell me
what it is you think I did.

You're the detective.
Figure it out.

I want a tail on Harris
and a unit on Hunt.

Detective Taylor, a moment?

The man who just walked
out of here is Raymond Harris,

the suspect you believe
attacked your lab?

- That's right.
- While you were

in a shootout,
he was filing a complaint

against your former partner.

Well, the complaint's
been withdrawn.

What the hell's going on here?

Look, do you have a question

pertaining to your
Internal Affairs investigation?

No. That matter's closed.
It was a clean shoot.

Good. Is that my weapon?

Not for nothing,
but my advice?

No matter what
you think Harris did,

stay away from him.

We found the trap
in that apartment.

There were a few rounds of ammunition
that matched the slugs fired at the lab.

Any evidence that connects
Harris to the trap?

No. But I did find
dried blood on the floor.

It was underneath the carpet.

I spoke to the landlord,
and he said

that the carpets
were installed in '95,

which is after Harris
went to prison.

How much blood are
we talking about?

There were small stains
on the baseboard,

like somebody missed it
when they were cleaning up.

So we pulled up the floorboard.

That's a significant blood pool.

- Hardly a cut finger.
- It's a female donor.

I'm running it through CODIS now.
I don't know, it's a shot in the dark,

but maybe it has something
to do with Harris.

Let me ask you a question.

If you were in prison
all those years,

what would be the first thing
you'd do when you got out?

- See my family.
- Right.

But Harris has no family,
or friends.

So how do we get into his head
to find out why he's after Mac?

Well, we know it's got to be

a serious grudge if he's willing
to hold onto it for 17 years.

And all of it while
he was in prison.

Maybe we should talk
to his cell mates,

because whatever his problem is,
he didn't keep it to himself.

Yeah.

Okay, I've spoken to everyone
at Rikers who would've had

any interaction with Raymond Harris.

He never mentioned you,
Hunt, the arrest.

He's hardly said anything
to anybody.

I'm looking at the file again.

Something in here
holds the answer.

Maybe you just need
an outside perspective.

Why don't you tell me
what happened that night.

It was a routine arrest.

Hunt's C.I.

gave us a tip about the drugs
and the guns.

Raymond Harris!
NYPD! Open up!

Hunt hit him?

Yeah. Harris was trying to run.
We subdued him.

What else do you remember
about the investigation?

Wasn't much of an
investigation for me.

I was a beat cop.

My job was to put
him in the car.

And holding the bag of money
until I vouchered it.

Lot of money in that bag, huh?

Yeah. $200,000.

It was more money than
I'd ever vouchered before.

Harris' blood
was all over that bag.

What?

Take a look at
these blood stains.

They're all circular.

None are elliptical.
How's that possible?

That can't be right.

When blood lands on the full bag, it lands
at a 90-degree angle

against the bag's flat surface,
creating circular blood drops.

But a half-empty bag
has folds in the fabric.

Drops are elliptical.

Look at this photo of the duffel.
What do you see?

The bag was full of cash
when Harris' blood landed on it.

But not full when it was
turned in for evidence.

Someone took money from the bag.

[knocking]

I know what you did.

Stand up.

How about a hand?

You ever hit me again,

it'll be the last thing you do.

Threats and intimidation
won't save your ass this time.

What the hell
are you talking about?

The money you stole
from Raymond Harris.

You helped yourself
to some of the cash

Raymond Harris was sitting on
the day we busted him.

How much, Bill?
A hundred?

Maybe 200,000?

Then after you stole it, you had me
voucher the remaining cash,

in case you ever needed
a fall guy.

Wasn't like that, Mac.

Well then, tell me
how it happened.

It, um...

It wasn't something I planned.

It just...

It just happened.

The opportunity of a lifetime
was staring me in the face.

The split second it took
for me to decide

felt like an eternity.

After that, the rest was easy.

I knew that no one would ever
question that property voucher

if your name was on it.

You always walked the line, Bill,
but I never thought you'd cross it.

I don't expect you understand.

I understand you got greedy.

I was 18 months shy
of my retirement.

I had an ex-wife,
a daughter in private school

and a mountain of debt.

You had a pension coming.

$35,000 a year.

I walked a beat, putting my life
at risk every day,

and in return,
I got a little pat on the back

and a gold-plated watch.

I deserve more than that.

What you deserve is a prison cell.

You gonna haul me away, Mac?

You know as well as I do
the statute of limitations

on grand larceny is five years.

Mm-hmm.

This conversation's over.

This runs much deeper
than money with Raymond Harris.

There's got to be something else.

What else does he
think we did to him?

Would you believe I don't know?

No.

[phone rings]

Taylor.

Lock it down.

On my way.

You're coming with me.

The apartment belongs
to Lucius Woods,

aka the Snow King.

Used to be the biggest cocaine
dealer on the West Side.

I heard the King was retired.

He is now.

[insects buzzing]

Air fresheners.

Jasmine and lilac.

No match for this stink.

Neighbors reported the odor
to the landlord a few days back.

He didn't check on it till today.

This body's been here a lot longer
than a couple of days.

Based on the level of decomp,

I'd say more like
a couple of weeks.

Preliminary COD?

Malnutrition and dehydration.

This man was intentionally deprived
of food and water.

His body would have started
burning fat and muscle,

kept him alive until his kidneys failed.

And after that,
he'd be dead in a couple days.

- That's a hell of a way to go.
- This was torture, Mac.

He tied Woods to the bed,

and then sat here
and watched him die.

Who?

Raymond Harris.

What's the connection?

Lucius Woods was Harris's boss.

The drugs and money
we confiscated in that apartment

17 years ago belonged to him.

If I was the King

and one of my subjects lost
that much coke and that much cash,

I'd want some kind
of serious restitution.

So the first thing he does
when he gets out is come here?

Which doesn't make any sense.

Woods had a legitimate grudge
against Harris, not the other way around.

Yeah, but if Harris felt
that he still had

a target on his back, this could
have been a preemptive strike.

This wasn't about self-preservation.

Harris was in control.
He wanted Woods to suffer.

And only one man can say why.

If we can't tie Harris to
the crime lab shooting,

we got to get him on this murder.

- Bring him in for questioning?
- Not until we have enough evidence.

The hell with the evidence.

Let me have him for five minutes in the room.
I'll get a signed confession.

We do this my way.

Harris was here.
We just need to prove it.

A rosary.

Any chance the Snow King

traded in his criminal reign
for the path of righteousness?

Hey, Flack, I got eyes on him.

Danny found fingerprints
all over the air fresheners

and the rope that was used
to bind Woods to the bed.

AFIS confirmed that
the prints belong to Harris.

I need more.

Okay, how about this?

The saliva that Adam
swabbed off the soda can?

Also a match to Harris.

- What about the rosary?
- I found epithelial tissue

stuck in the clasp.

Probably from someone
holding the beads.

- Harris?
- Nope. But here's where it gets interesting.

The DNA from the skin is a match

to the dried blood
found underneath the carpet

in Harris' apartment.

They came from the same person.

Miranda Thomas.
She was found beaten to death

and dumped on the side
of a New York State Thruway in 1994.

State Police investigated,
but the case went cold.

The question is,
what were her rosary beads

doing in Lucius Woods' apartment
all these years?

Harris brought it with him.

Raymond Harris
and Miranda Thomas

applied for a marriage license two weeks
before you and Hunt arrested him.

A month later,
her body was discovered.

Woods found out that the police
had seized only half his money.

Assumed Harris had
stolen the rest.

He would have wanted
some payback.

Woods killed Harris' fiancée.

And Harris knew that
he didn't take the money,

so he figured
that you and Hunt did.

That's why
he's coming after you.

He holds us both responsible
for Miranda's death.

He spent 17 years
planning his revenge.

[ringing]

- Go ahead, Mac.
- Where is he?

He's still in the diner.

He's been nursing the same cup
of coffee for hours.

- ESU is standing by.
- Bring him in.

I'll meet you at the station. And, Don,

keep your eyes open.

With Harris,
nothing is what it seems.

Copy that.

Listen, there is one more thing.

When I was processing
the dried blood,

I found an impression
on the surface of the wood.

I took a reverse mold
and enlarged the image.

The design details
are too obscured for a match,

but Adam's still searching the database.

What now?

We end this.

Let's take a ride.

- Where's Harris?
- Hasn't left his table.

- How long has that truck been there?
- Five minutes.

Five minutes too long.

I'm going to need your piece, Bill.

Want to tell me why?

After.

Where are we going?

- Precinct.
- Think I'd rather go home.

- That's not going to happen.
- Why's that?

Because Lucius Woods
didn't murder Miranda Thomas.

- You did.
- Mac.

You went back to Harris' apartment
to get the money you'd hidden.

You assumed the place would be empty
because Harris was behind bars.

You had no idea he had a girlfriend.

- Come on, Mac. You know me.
- I thought I did.

It was your ring, Bill.

Fraternal League of Patrolmen.

We found an imprint of it on the floor,

next to the dried pool of blood.

Five minutes more.

Five more minutes and I would've
been long down that road.

Oh, my God.

Help!

[screams]

A day hasn't gone by when I haven't
thought about turning myself in.

But you never did.

Wouldn't have made a difference.

It would have to me.

I'm sorry, Mac.

You are under arrest
for the murder of Miranda Thomas.

You have the right to remain silent--

[line ringing]

You've reached
Detective Mac Taylor--

[siren wails]

You okay, Bill?

Never better.

Bill!

[Flack] I want a GPS trace
on Mac Taylor's truck.

I need a location now.

Where you going, Detective?
Just want to talk.

Be smart, Harris.

There's still time
to settle this the right way.

You're 17 years too late.

Put the gun down, Raymond.

We'll set things straight.

I gave you every
chance to man up.

In your office, the precinct.

But you blew it.

I know Bill Hunt stole the money.

I know what happened to Miranda.

[gun cocks]

She was-- She was my angel.

She was better than all of this.

You're right.
She was.

I waited 17 years to punish
the men who took her from me.

I watched the Snow King die.

When I looked into his eyes...

I saw the truth.

He didn't kill Miranda.

Neither did I.

Doesn't matter anymore.

She's gone.

Drop the gun, Raymond.

I can't.

[sirens wail]

Bill.

They're on their way.

We'll get you help.

[sirens approaching]

[Man]
Got another one over here.