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What's the problem, man?

hey, yo! Yo, officer!

Yo! Real quick!

Right here! Back off.

Just back off!

Someone shot a
mounted officer, Mac.

Shot him right off his horse.

EMS just got here. I got a guy...

all right, all right, slow down,
Flack. Just walk with me.

I heard the shot all the
way from sixth avenue.

It shook the windows
in my squad car.

It sounded like a sonic boom.

Sounds like an echo
from the weapon.

shot in the back.

Right through
his protective vest.

We got a sniper.

Detective Flack, start getting
statements. Yes, sir.

Emergency services,
canvas the entire area.

Conduct roof searches
along the perimeter to the park.

Restrict all flyovers.
Get aviation to assist.

No one sleeps in new york city
until this shooter is caught.

Yes, sir. Alright, let's go!

Stella, you're with me.
Danny and Aiden, process.

We look for anything specific?

The bullet.
Let's go to work.

Man, this horse took a good hit.

Surprised he even got up.

We've searched every
inch of this park.

No bullet, Mac.

It's like a needle in a haystack.

Have Danny pull tapes
from all available cameras.

See if they saw something
our eyewitnesses didn't.

A half-ton animal on the
loose in Central Park.

There must've been
panic in the streets.

It'll be front page news in the Post.

You can be sure of that.

Cause of death?

Single gunshot wound to the back.

It pierced through
the protective vest

and exited at a downward
trajectory through the front.

Must've been a high-powered rifle.

The rifle doesn't concern me.
It's the rifleman.

Sniping a live target
in motion is no easy task.

Sharpshooter?

I'll know for certain after
I take a look at that vest.

The horse.

Dr. Huff, when you
examined the horse,

was there any evidence of a bullet
wound around the neck area?

He has suffered hundreds
of cuts and bruises.

I didn't see anything on my
preliminary examination.

Certainly nothing
consistent with a gunshot.

Hey, Blue.

How you doing, boy?

I'm going to come in, okay?

take it easy.

Nice and easy.

Yeah, boy. As you can see,

he's suffered multiple
contusions and abrasions...

the neck, the shoulder,
and the pectoral regions.

You know, he's still spooked.

Detective taylor, I don't think you're
gonna get anywhere near his neck area.

With all due respect to the animal, sir,

we're gonna need to check
that area somehow.

I can run a CAT scan, but I'd have to
sedate him to transport him.

I think he's been through enough.

Dr. Huff, this animal may
possess key evidence

in the murder of a
new york city police officer.

We need to know for certain.

There it is.

See the void?

It's lodged in the nuchal ligament,

near the fourth and fifth vertebrae.

Looks like the bullet redirected.

I'm going to need that bullet.

We can remove it during surgery,

but I have to warn you

Removal would most likely
be fatal to the horse.

Look, I sympathize
with this animal, sir.

But unfortunately humans
take precedence in this case.

The second your request is
signed off by the C.O. in mounted,

we'll start the surgery.

Okay, center of the crime scene.

We're equal distance from
the final resting place

of the officer and the
cab and the horse.

We're at the navel where
the shooting took place.

Start scanning north and east.

Northbound central park.

Eastbound central park.

Southbound central park.

And...

westbound central park.

Four corners done.

Let's bring central park
back to our lab, huh?

Aiden, three-four squad
has a doa at lex and 94th.

Possible homicide. You take it.

Solo. Thanks, mac.

Sorry, partner.

So we'll use the security
footage for geography.

We started the cad reconstruction
from a fixed perspective.

Place the victim first.
Work backwards.

Placing the cab.

Input the trajectory of that bullet.

30 degrees down the axial plane.

Left of the T9.
Six degrees left of the sagittal.

Extend the line through the officer.

Adjust the perspective.

That's the Patterson Building.

Nine stories high, three across.

Detective Burn, detective Thacker.

Three-four.

We found this wallet on him.

Lenny Starks. 19.

that's a nasty burn.

What's your name again?

Thacker.

Detective Thacker,

I need a scratch copy
of the complaint report

and the M.E. Number when it's done.

And do me a favor, will you?

Don't check out my ass when
a kid is dead in the street.

Have some respect.

Who was the last person
to lease this office?

The landlord is checking the records.

Positive for GSR.

Sniper was right here.

Is that fingerprint on the
inside or the outside?

Outside.

Inside now...

With our luck, it'll come back
the window washer.

Think positive, Stella.

They're arranging for a
funeral for officer Valasquez.

It's a shame.

How are you guys doing?
Anything yet?

We're running touch print right now.

You get anything from the park?

We shut the world down
and got next to nothing.

I spoke to a lot of eyewitnesses.

I got everything under the sun.

He was shot from a tree.

He fell off his horse and shot himself.

One lady said aliens came down.

This city's full of nuts.

That's why we're scientists.

Richard Smockton.

Local has a record.

Five counts unlawful assembly.

Seven counts of disorderly conduct.

- For what?
- Staging protests for animals.

Animal activist?

Detective, you've got to help us
out with these hansom cabs.

These horses in central park
they work nine hours a day,

seven days a week.
They live in...

save the speech, sir.

You're already under arrest.

We have evidence of you being on
the ninth floor of the patterson building.

Office number three.

When's the last time you were there?

Months ago.

My lease was up.
I rented the space for my society...

we don't want to hear it.

You okay, Mr. Smockton?

You're sweating and your
hands are shaking.

- I'm nervous.
- You should be.

- You shot a cop.
- A... cop...?

All right, just pull down the collar.

How long have you had
that goiter, Mr. Smockton?

Years.

I have hyperthyroidism.

Can you hold out your
hands, please?

He's got Graves' disease.

We can keep him in
custody until he's cleared,

but chances are
he's not our shooter.

The symptoms of Graves' disease
are hand tremors,

perspiration, blurred vision.

No way he's shooting a moving target

from a nine-story building.

Your victim most likely died from
significant trauma to the cranium.

See the movement?

Yeah. Fractured cranium
on the posterior of the crown.

His head might have been
in a vise of some sort.

See the side of his face?

Second degree burns

with severe blistering and
destruction of the epidermis.

That's a pretty well-defined wound.

Contact burn? Most likely.

The pattern doesn't look irregular
enough to have come from a flame.

There's shifting on the edges.

We sometimes see this
with iron burns in abuse cases.

Now, second degree burns
tend to heal from the edges inward.

Healing on this vic hasn't set in yet.

That means he was burned recently.

Exactly.

What are these two voids on his face?

Something definitely obstructed
the burning of this region.

I'm going to examine this
tissue microscopically.

See if I can't find what burned him.

Thanks.

Facial recognition.

Courtesy of identa-feature software.

Debuted in Super Bowl XXXV in Tampa.

You got a bead on somebody?

I'm working on it.
I'll let you know why in a minute.

Measuring the distance
between the eyes,

width of nose,

the jawline and the chin.

Matching facial construction
against the nypd mug shot database.

Boom. Willie Chancey.

Bench warrant for unlicensed
peddling. Bag vendor.

What made you single
him out of the crowd?

You found his cell phone.

They don't call me
eagle eye for nothing.

Take a look at this.

That's seconds before the altercation.

It's almost as if he's lining
himself up for something.

Picks a fight for no reason.

Maybe there is a reason.

Back it up.

Okay, stop.

Shooter's angle came from here...

cell phone fighter was in
the same line of sight.

You have an address on this guy?

Willie Chancey.
Prior address, no good.

He's a bag vendor, right?

Pull up his bookings.
They tend to work the same area.

Give me a cross street.

Hey, how you doing?

You got any Kate Spade?

Son of a bitch!

Mr. Chancey, you missing
a disposable cell phone?

Yeah. I lost it the other day.

We found it in the park.

Seems you lost it doing
one of your uppercuts.

Look, some british tourist-
you know, I...

he was harassing me.
I sold him a handbag.

You know, one of the
expensive designer kind.

He wanted his money back.

Of course it's a knock-off, man.

It's only 20 bucks.

Hey, I want...!

We have you on camera.

We know you picked a fight with him.

Not the other way around.

Y'all got it all wrong, man.
He came at me.

Who were you on the phone with
just before your altercation?

Some woman. Wrong number.

We traced your cell phone earlier.

It also came back
to a disposable phone.

Imagine that.

Your last call lasted 18 minutes long.

What, was she giving
you phone sex?

Yeah. You want the number?

This guy's good to go.

Get him before the
judge for his warrant.

Mr. Chancey.

Let me show you my limo.

Tom mitford.

Just admiring your military photos.

Beirut '83.

So, a district attorney in my office.

Should I close the door? Yes.

So I got a call from the
captain over at mounted.

He says that you're going
to put down that horse.

The horse is going into surgery

to extract a key piece of evidence
in an ongoing criminal investigation.

I know the widow
who donated that horse.

She was married to officer Como
who was killed in the line of duty.

Don Como- seven years ago.

Shortly after he died, Mandi

bought a horse
and donated Blue

to the mounted police unit
in memory of her husband.

I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

Mandi and her daughter
are flying back from california

on the red-eye.

I don't want them coming
home to a dead horse.

They've already lost enough.

I can't do that, tom.

It's an open case.

The horse is scheduled to go into
surgery the second I file the paperwork.

Look, I'm not asking you
to stop the investigation.

I'm asking for morning.
That's about six hours from now.

I can't promise anything.

If we find a weapon five minutes
from now, all bets are off.

I'll take what I can get.

Stella, got your page.

I got good news and bad news.

Bad news first.

Okay, Willie Chancey's
back on the street.

Lawyered up.
Went to court, saw a judge.

Cut him loose with a date to appear.

Probably in Siberia by now.
The good news?

Flack went back in
on Chancey's cell phone.

Remember we couldn't get a signal?

He got a live one
about a half an hour ago.

ESN of your mystery cell phone?

The electronic serial number is

9-8-d

9-0-0

7-1-4-6-2.

Live signal in Elmhurst, Queens.

With a lot of terminals and runways.

He's heading toward Laguardia.

Let's make a call.

Ladies and gentlemen...

please turn off all cell
phones at this time.

you going to answer that phone?

hello.

Hang up. NYPD.

Mr. Brown, how do you
know willie chancey?

I don't know any Willie Chanceys.

Mr. Brown,

willie chancey was on
a disposable cell phone,

much like the one you had
in your possession,

minutes before officer Valasquez
was shot by a sniper in cold blood,

from the ninth floor
of the patterson building.

The last call he made was to you.
Can you explain?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Probably a wrong number,
- that's funny.

That's exactly what Willie Chancey said.

You were on your way
to Los Angeles. Why?

I was going to see my girl.

What's her name? Jessica.

We're going to need to search
your residence, Mr. Brown.

Then you'll need a warrant.

Already got one.

Mr. Brown, I have officers sitting
outside your residence.

They say they don't see a car out front.

That's because i don't own a car, sir.

How'd you get to the airport?

I took a cab. Sure you did.

Put your hand on the table.

Saccharomyces cerevisiae?

Baker's yeast.

What's this kid doing with baker's
yeast burnt into his face?

That's not all he has.

I prepared this one for you next.

What's this now? Cornmeal.

A mixture of burnt and
partially burnt cornmeal.

Baker's yeast and cornmeal.

That narrows it down, right?

There's got to be at least
a dozen restaurants

within a block of Lexington
and 94th street.

No, I'm not thinking
restaurants, though.

See how they're individually burned?

If baker's yeast and cornmeal
were part of a recipe,

the two ingredients would
have been baked together.

But they weren'T.

The cornmeal granules
were burnt for a reason.

I'm thinking pizza.

What's the closest pizza parlor
in the vicinity of Lex and 94th street?

hey, what can I get you?

I'm detective Burn
from the crime lab.

I need to check out your oven.

I'm going to need you
to step out of this area.

It's a crime scene now.

Hey, wait, what happened to your hand?

I burnt it.

- I work around ovens.
- May I see it?

Ow...

second-degree burns.
When did this happen?

Three, four days ago.

No, this wound is fresh.

This happened in the last 24 hours.

Okay, I'm gonna need you
to do two things for me now.

Shut down these ovens and take a seat.

How you doing?

Officer burn,

may I help you?

Yeah, you can help me
by taking two steps back.

- What are you, a cop?
- Crime scene.

You're those guys with the
little blue lights, right?

It's called an ALS.

I don't care what it's called.

Sir, take caution in your tone.

Yeah... here's the thing.

Why don't you take your
microscope and go down the street?

Shop's closed now.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Jane.

Not at all.

What are you doing down here?

Oh, I came to pick up
some DNA samples.

What are you up to,
detective Taylor?

Saving the world, I presume.

Saving a horse, more like it.

The officer who was shot in the park?

Oh, right.

I'm making a 3D replica of the bullet
that's still inside his horse.

Really?

Yeah, the animal's scheduled
for surgery in a couple of hours.

Every hour I give him,

the more strength he might
have to pull through.

That's very noble of you.

You an animal lover?

Not particularly.

Just a scientist with a heart.

still warm.

May I have it... have it back?

Take care.

Hey.

You got something?

Military surplus SS-109 round.

Could've been fired from
an AR-15 or M16 assault rifle.

SS-109 is an armor-piercing round
with a tungsten carbide core.

It could easily pass through
the body armor of an officer.

Good man.

So, where are you off to?

Jerald Brown's house.

You made a 3D replica of the bullet?

Z- printer. Ah.

Where's the bullet from the horse?

Still in the horse.

Oh.

What good does this do us?
We can't get stria off of it.

I'm doing a profile on the bullet to get
a better understanding of our shooter.

There's a killer running
loose in new york city.

We can't afford to put
a delay on the case.

No one's delaying the case, Stella.

We're not forensically there yet.

How's that?

Well, we don't have a weapon for one.

The bullet's only one-half of the puzzle.

We need the bullet, Mac.

So we can run it through IBIS.

See if we can't get a hit to another case.

Which likely won't give us a name.

To get this guy we need
the bullet and the weapon.

Forgive me, but taking
the bullet out of the horse

is the first thing that
should've been done.

And you should be searching
Jerald Brown's house

for the weapon instead
of arguing with me.

We need the bullet and the
weapon to make an arrest.

Plain and simple, Stella.

Until then, the horse can stay
alive a couple more hours.

It's my call.

End of conversation. Fine.

I'm gonna go tear up a house.

Service issued AR-15 semi-automatic
gas-operated shoulder-fired rifle.

Capable magazine capacity...

Five to 40 rounds.

Jerald Brown left the rifle unmodified.

It's ready for fire.

All we need now is a
bullet to compare it to.

In Stella talk, it's time to get the
bullet out of the horse, Mac.

End of conversation.

it's okay, Blue.

Bye, Blue.

Say hello to my daddy
up in heaven, okay?

Hey, boy.

it's all right, Blue.

If I would've went for
my radio or my gun,

I might not have gotten out of there.

You did the right thing.

But the second you find
something, you call for backup.

You're processing evidence

that could put someone
behind bars for life.

You take nothing or no one for granted.

Yeah, well, I didn't.

And believe me, this place
was no more a pizza joint

than a church in hell's kitchen.

A pizzeria as a front for
booking sports.

That's commonplace in this city.

So... your victim's a sports bettor?

He's just... he's just a kid.

All I know is if he crossed this guy,

I'm not surprised how he ended up.

It's your first threat, Aiden,
it won't be your last.

So... take backup,
you go back to the scene,

you face it head on,
follow the evidence.

And if for some reason, you need a
little help with this nick vicenzo,

don't forget the rule.

The surgery was successful.

We're happy to say
Blue's going to make it.

We were very careful with the bullet.

I'll tell my daughter the good news.

Test fire on the left, bullet
from the horse on the right.

No match.

Doesn't make sense.

Can't believe this.

Got a sniper on the phone
minutes before the murder.

We found a weapon that's capable of
penetrating through the protective vest,

and it's no match.

This case is going backwards.

Willie Chancey,
Richard Smockton, Jerald Brown.

We tested all these guys' hands

for gunshot residue and none
of them came out positive.

Either we don't have a shooter yet

or these guys lathered
up before we got to them.

Detective Taylor.

Airport security and I have been
sweeping the parking lot

looking for Jerald Brown's car.

We found something in
Willie Chancey's car instead.

Willie Chancey.

he got shot in the trunk.

Hey, Stella, come here, will you?

What's up?

Car's turned off,

the windshield wipers are on high,

radio is on full blast,

and who keeps the A.C.
on max in the winter?

What do you think, it's a trap?

Maybe a secret
compartment inside the car.

Twenty grand to install,

used to hide drugs and money.

Weapons.

Let's pimp this ride.

All right, here we go.

Got a plate trap under the backseat.

See the dent in the metal?

Nice.

I'll turn the car on.

All right, now, the traps

are usually activated electronically
by the positioning of the knobs.

How do we figure out
the combination?

Process of elimination starting with
the knobs that were out of place.

In our case, the wiper,

the A.C. And the radio.

All right, start with the A.C. on,

wipers on, radio off.

No.

Uh, A.C. on, wipers off, radio on.

All right, A.C. Off, radio off, wipers on.

Aw, screw it!
Just turn everything on.

Rat bastard.

ar-15, in pieces.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, who's gonna put it together?

That won't be a problem, my friend.

Put your cigarettes out.

you want me to come
around the counter again?

No, actually, stay back there.

Sit down.

Take a seat.

Put your finger on this picture, please.

Don't look at him.

Put your finger on top
of the picture, please.

You think I did this?

You can step out now.

Thacker, could you help
me over here, please?

You got it.

So the pizza girl burnt
her right hand, right?

That's right.

If she held the kid's head
with her right hand

and tried to close the door with her left...

she couldn't have smashed
his head with the oven door.

No way.

It's impossible.

Mr. Vicenzo, we're closing
your little sports book pizzeria.

In case you didn't know, betting
sports is illegal in new york city,

so tell all your pizza lovers to go to
A.C. If they want some action.

I'll be sure to do that.

I pulled two sets of prints from the
oven bar at your pizzeria.

They came back to your
pizza girl and you.

What do you have to
say about that, nick?

It's my joint.

Must've been when I heated
up those slices for lunch.

Right.

Well, according to the
preliminary autopsy report,

Lenny Starks suffered
moderate head trauma.

You slammed Lenny Starks' head
with the oven door.

Lenny walked three blocks
and later was stabbed to death.

- By you.
- Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute.

Stabbed?

Me?

Yeah...

I gave lenny a little lesson in paying up,

but I didn't stab him.

I knocked some sense into the kid.

You owe me ten g's.

What am I gonna do with this,
wipe my nose?!

Open the oven.

Open it!

You little degenerate.

How do you like that?

that's it.

He left on his own two feet.

You know what one of the greatest
rules is of an investigator?

We can lie to suspects, legally.

There never was a stabbing.

According to the autopsy report,

Lenny Starks died from
an epidural hematoma

in the posterior fossa region.

That's behind the ear,
in case you didn't know.

And you're right, that kid did
leave on his own two feet.

Three blocks later,
he died on 'em.

That kid experienced
delayed deterioration.

Like a boxer who took too many blows.

You killed him.

And now it's your turn
to go down the street.

Investigation's closed.

Run this, please. Right away.

Here we go again.
Test fire on the left.

Bullet from the horse on the right.

It's a match.

Jerald Brown.

You were in the army.

Sergeant. E-5.

Qualification:

Marksman.

Years of service: Two.

Dishonorable discharge for willfully
disobeying orders during desert storm,

where you were
reduced to an E-1.

What do you expect from
the white man's army, man?

We had hostiles in the building
five klicks away from base camp.

So we went in and took them out.

And we know for a fact we
murdered ten women and children.

According to your file,
you disobeyed a direct order.

The chain of command is sacrosanct,
Mr. Brown I'm a marine; I know.

Endangering lives against
explicit orders is unconscionable.

I did what I thought was right.

And I'd do it again.

You did it again.

Why don't I start the story for you?

This is a print we found on the
rifle inside Willie Chancey's car.

Your print.

We found Willie, your accomplice,
dead in the trunk of that same car.

We suspect he became a threat,
and you had to shut him up.

Your military record has set you at an
intelligence level of interim secret

that's about as smart as they come.

Now, I've confirmed that
you and Willie Chancey

were on disposable cell
phones with each other

minutes before the murder.

Willie was the lure.

What's up, old man? What's up?

Hey! Yo, officer, right here!

You were the shooter.

and finally...

this is the bullet that killed
the officer you shot.

Along with the test fire bullet
from your AR-15.

Ballistics...

confirms.

Willie wanted to go to the cops.

He got cold feet...

so I shot him.

But he hated cops
as much as I did.

Why?

My father, Willie's uncle

was accused of drug
possession in '03.

Completely trumpe up charges

by a cop that we now
know was crooked.

Maybe you can say he was in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

Before he could even get a court date,

he was frickin' shivved in jail,

over a card game.

He should've never been
there in the first place.

What did the mounted
officer have to do with it?

Was he the one who
put your father away?

Willie and I just picked any pig cop.

An eye for an eye.

You shot a new york city police officer.

He wasn't just a cop.
He was somebody's son.

He made somebody proud at home.

When you shot him
through the back,

you shot those people
through the heart.

From where I stand...

you're the one that
should be put to death.

No trial. No jury.

Eye for an eye.

Hey.

I'm sorry I gave you a
hard time about the horse.

Forget it.

We haven't had a fight
like that in a long time.

Reminds me of the old Mac Taylor.

What old Mac Taylor is that?

The one who let his heart out of
his chest every once in a while.

You're a fine csi, stella.

I can honestly say,
I wouldn't do this job without you.

Yes, you would.

You just wouldn't be as good.

Maybe.

Friends?

Friends.