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Hey-o, Terrence! This has been fun and all, but you should probably get some new friends. Your boys are like walking parole violations. What's the matter, did I hurt your feelings? Did you get sensitive all of a sudd...? (Seeing Mac in the apartment)
I ain't trying to have no cop convention up in here. But you two need some quality time, so I'm gonna give you all five minutes.
Hey, let's be clear. Part of me wants to take this badge off and settle this another way.
Get out of my face.
(runs him against the wall) Hey! We're in the middle of a murder investigation and you go AWOL?!?
I can handle myself.
Oh, yeah? Is that what you're doing here in this apartment? (pulls out Flack's gun) Is that why I had to get this from Terrence? Is that why I had to have Stella triangulate your phone and Danny check the ERs to see if you turned up dead? You can keep telling people that you're fine, but that won't work.
(entering with a mug in her hands) I just finished my third cup of coffee. Figured you could probably use one.
Oh, thanks, Stella. Thought we weren't supposed to drink in the lab?
We aren't, but at some point, the human body either requires sleep or massive quantities of caffeine.
God bless you.
(about the picture of Eckhart and his wife) So what are we looking at?
Manhattanhenge.
Manhattan- what?
It's a biannual phenomenon in which the rising or setting sun aligns perfectly with the east-west grid of Manhattan's streets. Sort of a Stonehenge-meets-concrete-and-hot-dog-carts kind of thing.
Eckhart was supposed to meet his wife at Lincoln Center after work.
But when he was running late, he told her to go to the surveyor's office instead.
Figured if they were going to miss the show, they might as well be together.
So, he blamed himself as much as everyone else.
Maybe more.
Each man is the architect of his own fate.
And sometimes the fate of others.
(toasting during dinner) Here's to a great team and to getting Hollis Eckhart off the streets.
Yes. And to reminding us that life is fleeting and we should hold on to the people we love while we can.
(to Mac, after bending a vase that reveals a hidden room) I'll shoot you if you say ladies first.
Sam Harding was an inventor. This room, maybe this entire penthouse was his greatest creation.
Okay. Knowing that, how do we find Richard Lawson?
We play Sam Harding's game.
Things just got a lot more difficult.
(ominous) And a lot more dangerous.
Jones put up seed money for Harding's invention business. But it sounds like their deal eventually went sour 'cause Harding filed a suit in 1923 for patent infringement but it was dismissed. Jones comes up missing shortly after.
Sam Harding had motive to make that happen. Harding thought Jones stabbed him in the back and when he didn't win in court, he got revenge.
We just solved an 86-year-old murder. Not bad for a half a day's work.
Well, it gives us the rest of the day to tackle the remaining unanswered questions: who broke into the penthouse? And who made the 911 call?
Did you know that between 400 and 1400 A.D. there was a common belief that mummia was a potent medicine with curative powers? People used to grind up mummy parts and put them on their bodies to get well when they were sick.
(musing) Mmm, take two milligrams of mummy and call me in the morning.
(chuckles) Something like that.
Sid, I thought you had hobbies outside of work.
I take it my interest in the history of my profession and the fascinating world of the post-mortem does not strike you as an enjoyable pastime?
(to Stella) Let's take him to a Jets game this weekend
(flashback, on the phonograph to Walter Jones) A sad, painful song. A song of lies and betrayal, heartbreaking. But a song can only make you feel so much. It's no substitute for real suffering. That's why I invited you to my home. Everything I worked for, you stole it and sold it to the highest bidder and kept the money. My money. Then you bought off the judge and made me look like a liar. So while you made millions, I invested my unrewarded ingenuity and hard work into making this place a lesson in pain, lies, and betrayal. You may be smart enough to steal my inventions, but let us see if you are smart enough to survive them. (Walter tries to run from the room, steps on a tile that gives way releasing the angel-wing knives, and knocking him to the floor, fatally wounded. Sam puts the broken phonograph pieces in Walters' pockets, walks out of the penthouse and locks the door as Sam dies inside)
(about Richard Lawson) If this guy's a successful real-estate agent, what's he doing breaking into Sam Harding's penthouse?
Well, before he died, Harding set up a trust to take care of his home, keep it empty after his death. Nobody was allowed to go inside, not even the building's super or maintenance man.
He wanted to hide the fact that he murdered Walter Jones and left him there to rot.
His secret and Jones' body would've remained undiscovered, except this week the rule against perpetuities went into effect.
That stops dead people from owning property forever.
Right, which means the penthouse was just about to be put up for auction by the state.
(helping Mac carry a Christmas tree) So you had to pick the biggest one, huh?
It's a Taylor family tradition. Every Christmas we visit all the tree lots looking for that one. And then the day after New Year's, when everybody puts their trees out by the curb, my dad would drive us around the neighbourhood to see if we could find a bigger one than ours.
And?
17 Taylor Christmases, never once did we find a tree that beat us.
That's the victim, but who's the other guy?
They're both James Manning. The moment I saw him, I knew there was something familiar about him. And then when I saw that scar on his hand... I ran him through CARS for past collars and came up with this booking photo.
It's hard to believe they're the same person.
Put some meat on his bones and a shave and he looks like a completely different guy.
It's never a good thing when you look better in the autopsy photo than you do when you're alive.
I have to ask. Two years nurturing someone back to health, getting to know them, watching them grow. How do you rationalize killing them?
They're a cancer. Living in the street like dogs. Begging for change.
Leaving their feces and stench in boxes in doorways.
How long do you think they would have lasted before you or some other cop found them dead? We took them off the street. We gave them two more good years.
Two years living in a Park Avenue apartment building. Wearing the best designer clothes and expensive jewelry. We gave them things, things they never could have imagined. Having a life they were never supposed to live. We gave them two more years. Two years they would have never had.
And the payment for that was their lives?
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