"♪ Something's gotta change" "♪ It must be rearranged, oh" "♪ I'm sorry" "♪ I did not mean" "♪ To hurt my little girl" "♪ It's beyond me" "♪ I cannot carry" "♪ The weight of the heavy world" "♪ So good night, good night, good night, good night" "♪ Good night, good night, good night, good night" "♪ Good night" "♪ Hope that things work out all right" "♪ So much to love, so much to learn" "♪ But I won't be there to teach you" "♪ Oh" "♪ I know I can be close" "♪ But I'll try my best to reach you" "♪ I'm so sorry" "♪ I did not mean" "♪ To hurt my little girl" "♪ It's beyond me" "♪ I cannot carry" "♪ The weight of the heavy world" "♪ So good night, good night, good night, good night," "♪ good night, good night" "♪ Good night, good night" "♪ Good night, good night, good night" "♪ Good night, good night" "♪ Hope that things work out all right" "♪ Yeah ♪" "Thank you." "[Man] Thank you." "[MC] Let's give it up for Maroon 5, everybody." "Let them hear it." "That's right." "Thank you for coming to the Central Park concert..." "Hey, get off me!" "Come on!" "Get out of here!" "Come on, let's go!" "Break it up!" "Let's go!" "[Policeman] Step away from the officer!" "Officer down!" "Officer gone down!" "[Screaming and shouting]" "I got one here!" "It was a free concert in the park by Maroon 5." "Must have been a great show." "Our vic is Liza Carpenter, a first year Asian Studies major at Triborough College." "Stumbled out in front of the bus as it was leaving the stop." "The bus didn't kill her." "Look where it is in relation to the bus stop." "What is that, ten feet?" "It couldn't have been going fast enough to do this." "[Mac] Looks like a crushed trachea." "The riot squad use 37 millimetre soft rounds?" "Beanbags for crowd control." "This place went from a sing-along to a slugfest in about 60 seconds." "You're not saying one of our guys is going to take the heat for this?" "I'm not saying anything... yet." "[♪ The Who:" "Baba O'Riley]" "♪ Out here in the fields" "♪ I fight for my meals" "♪ I get my back into my living" "♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪" "Think that's the round that hit her?" "[Mac] It could have got caught in her clothing." "[Mac] She got hit in the throat with a round." "She couldn't breathe, stumbled out of the park into the street and then..." "She died here." "[Flack] You know these rounds are designed not to kill." "It's not our job to tell you what you want to hear." "Once we sort through the evidence, our findings may rule out misconduct or excessive force." "Or they may not." "I get it." "It's just that, you know, these guys don't have an easy job out there." "Neither do we." "[♪ Cold War Kids:" "I've Seen Enough]" "♪ How's it gonna feel when summer ends?" "♪ Out of money, out of friends" "♪ I've seen enough" "♪ But nothing new" "♪ The blackest stain on history" "♪ The last laugh blues" "♪ I'm gonna fight" "♪ I'm gonna cry" "♪ I'm gonna shop around" "♪ For one flag to fly" "♪ I've seen enough" "♪ Inventor's age" "♪ I've covered up my face" "♪ While being shaved" "♪ I've got an edge" "♪ I feel its sting" "♪ I've fallen into the deepest sleep" "♪ Telephone rings ♪" "Oh, no." "–Do we know the source?" "–Not yet." "And the level of exposure?" "We'll find out now." "[Alarm]" "Stay there." "We don't know what we're dealing with here." "You sure it's radiation?" "Er..." "The beanbag didn't kill her, I can tell you that." "We need to move the body to Exposure Control, then test personnel who've come in contact with her." "That would include you and me." "Your contact was limited." "I guess you'll be clear." "Besides, this radiation isn't airborne, and her clothing levels seemed safe." "It's her skin that reads hot." "Her contamination was transdermal." "The paint was refractive." "Could have been laced with some radioactive salts." "We gotta find the source and contain it." "We have to call the Centres for Disease Control, then secure the body, quarantine this area, and quickly isolate and protect all exposed individuals." "–Not before we get Sid to hospital." "–No, I'll be fine." "We can't yet." "We don't know his level of contamination." "Even though it's not airborne, we're making a guess about transmission." "–Mac!" "–Mac, stand back!" "Stand back!" "Sid!" "Get the CDC here now!" "[Hawkes] Sid, you'll be fine, OK?" "You'll be OK." "We'll take care of you." "You'll be OK." "I'm not getting unhealthy readings." "Any idea what kind of radiation he was poisoned with?" "–Not yet." "–I checked with the ME's office." "I'll cover for Sid till we get a lid on this." "Has the body been moved to the Exposure Control Facility?" "As we speak." "Follow her and stay focused on how she ended up there." "Done." "Let's go!" "What's the status on her clothing and personal effects?" "CDC wants to clear everything before they release it." "When they do, I'm on it." "Meanwhile, I want you on that paint job of hers." "If it is the source of contamination, time is of the essence." "[Siren walls]" "Got something?" "–I do." "It's called "shriiimping"." "–Shrimping?" "They spell it with three "I"s." "A lot like tagging." "–Graffiti?" "–But for people." "You actually got an ID on the artist who painted her?" "Investigation is its own art form." "I ran the art through Graffiti Stat database and it came up with a name, Kenneth Bamford, aka Ka-Blam." "This guy might have changed his canvas, but he did not lose his style." "Or his record." "[♪ Maroon 5:" "Can't Stop]" "♪ All alone, in my room, think of you in a rate that's truly alarming" "♪ And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me" "♪ And I can't stop thinking about you" "♪ And I can't stop thinking about you... ♪" "Kenneth Bamford?" "Yeah, OK, I recognise her." "But she didn't look like that when I shriiimped her." "–And when was that?" "–A couple days ago, I guess." "I paint a lot of girls." "Interested?" "Only in finding out what happened to this one." "We didn't pick up radioactive trace on you or your studio." "Did you make contact with her in any other way?" "I like the way you think, but no, she wasn't my type." "Did she complain about not feeling well?" "Nobody complains when I shriiimp them." "You didn't notice anything strange about her?" "No, I mean not particularly." "I mean, her complexion wasn't that great, but every canvas is different." "Anyways, I knew she'd leave looking better than when she got here." "Right, right." "What paint do you use when you shriiimp?" "The usual." "Non-toxic, hypo-allergenic, waterproof." "Oh, and I threw in some sprinkles to make it pop." "–Sprinkles?" "–[Stella] Glass microbeads." "–That refracted the light." "–You're smart for a hottie." "Yeah, I like to mix things up." "It keeps things interesting." "But like I always say, at the end of the day, it's not about the paint." "It's about the painter." "Right, well, you'd better hope like hell it's not about either." "–Thanks for coming in." "–I came as soon as I heard." "What's the prognosis?" "They're running tests, to figure out how best to treat him." "Whatever it is, he got a prolonged dose of it in very close contact." "He's been in and out ever since." "[Lindsay] He'll get worse if we don't figure it out fast." "Radiation can eat through every organ in your body." "There has to be something we can do." "There is." "Let's get back and try to figure out what took Liza Carpenter's life before it takes his." "[Lindsay] So this is the Exposure Control Facility." "[Hawkes] Chemical, biological and radiological shielding." "Your taxpayer dollars at work." "Speaking of, I took a core tissue sample from her liver at 600 REM." "That's acute radiation poisoning." "Internal bleeding, rapid infection." "Hundred percent mortality in 10 to 14 days, tops." "Yeah, but get this." "Her epidermal reading was almost twice that high." "Oh, my God." "That cuts the timeline in half." "–This girl was a walking ghost." "–That's what they call it." "By the time she knew something was wrong, it was already too late." "We're looking at exposure at levels high enough to induce dementia." "Maybe that's what made her walk into traffic." "And why Sid got sick." "Without a suit that exposure couldn't help but leave him contaminated." "Yeah, well, whatever it is, something Liza handled or touched was absorbed into her skin and has to be what killed her." "Here we go." "Tox results." "The radioactive agent was... thallium-201." "Thallium is deadly on its own, let alone as a radioactive isotope." "–Is there a way to treat it?" "–Yeah, one." "[Man] Radiology." "Yes, this is Dr Hawkes from the crime lab." "Treat Dr Hammerback with nasogastric intubation of Prussian Blue." "–10 grams, stat." "–Right away, Doctor." "Hope we caught this in time." "Looks like our vic had active hyphae on her shoes." "AKA mould." "–You find anything on her clothing?" "–No." "Mould needs exposure to water and a dark, contained environment." "She must have come in contact with it before the concert." "It helps retrace her steps to find where she came in contact with the thallium." "Try to narrow down the genus and species." "–Find out what mould this is." "–You got it." "Bonasera." "Same butterfly rashing?" "Hair loss?" "Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there." "–Kidding me, right?" "–Found another body." "[Girl screams]" "[Mac] Remember, nobody touches the body without a safety suit on." "–Who are we looking at?" "–[Flack] He's Dante Gunther." "Director of Killer Vacation." "He was set to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award at tonight's film festival." "What is he, 20-something?" "A little early for lifetime achievement." "Looks late to me." "Anyone see what happened?" "[Flack] The audience is far below." "They couldn't see or hear anything." "Publicist I spoke to said Gunther was supposed to intro the film, but he showed up late." "He started acting weird." "He didn't remember his own name." "He started pulling out his own hair." "So they finally rolled the picture, brought him here to this VIP section, and a few minutes after that, he hit the red carpet." "Anyone make direct contact with him?" "No moviegoers were allowed here, and he arrived at the screening alone." "Well, that's not the sound of applause we're hearing." "[Detector clicks]" "[Man] So far, the hotel room appears to be clean." "The detectives are clear to enter." "Did the CDC tell us anything else?" "Our deceased director checked into the hotel." "Concierge say where he was before the screening?" "They're checking restaurant and car reservations." "The CDCs found low levels of radiation." "Normal for the city." "–[Man] That sounds localised." "We might have something here." "[High-pitched tone]" "It's in his cuff." "This is the source of the radiation." "Hey, any word on Sid?" "Now that they have a course of treatment, they're hopeful." "Oh, good." "–You find anything on our new vic?" "–Actually..." "I searched the vic's clothes for possible trace." "Found this." "A torn piece of paper?" "It's older stock, but I'm having it carbon-dated." "There's a sheen to it." "Thallium is soluble." "Could have been applied in liquid form." ""Call agent." "Get festival dates/times."" "[Hawkes] Forgot his BlackBerry, needed a notepad?" "Dante Gunther and Liza Carpenter must be connected somehow." "They both died of radioactive thallium poisoning at the same time." "Other than that, I don't see a connection." "What if they just randomly crossed paths?" "At a public place, unaware of each other, and that they came into contact with something contaminated?" "If that's true, how many other people don't know how sick they are?" "We've found no other radioactive trace at any place they were at in the days before their deaths." "Means we need to keep looking." "Ready for some Heavy Metal 101?" "Rock on." "Thallium has a toxic place in the periodic table, somewhere between mercury and lead." "–Cosy, but deadly." "–Yeah." "Apparently, 60% to 70% of it is used in the electronic and optical lens industry." "The rest of it is used in nuclear medicine." "Isn't it also used in rat poisoning?" "At one point, yes, but it was just way too toxic, so besides China, it's been banned everywhere else." "Somebody acquired it, so we need to check every medical, optical and technical lab using thallium in New York." "Maybe one of them is missing our murder weapon." "So, the Mylar strip definitely tested positive for thallium." "[Stella] It's an EM Soft Tag, used as an anti-theft device for printed material." "So maybe Dante Gunther was exposed to a radiated book." "But where?" "The paper in his pocket might help us answer that." "Now, it dates to the 1930s, and the Scanning Probe microscope indicated it was freeze-dried." "A preservation technique?" "No, no." "It's a process used to repair books after water damage." "That could be the link between our vics." "The mould I pulled from Liza's sandal was stachybotrys." "–Black toxic mould." "–[Danny] Right." "Thrives on stagnant water and is found in water-damaged buildings." "Vics may have been in the building and touched the book." "How do we find one valuable, antique volume in Manhattan that's been soaked in water?" "Much less thallium." "With a little reading on the subject." "The New York City Library." "The Antiquities Branch." "They keep a lot of high-end material here for limited public access." "[Stella] The building looks old." "[Mac] They had faulty plumbing." "Wound up with a flood in their lower stacks last year." "You think this year they added thallium to their collection?" "That's why we're here." "There's got to be over a million books in this place." "We better start checking them out." "I got something." "[High-pitched tone]" "–Tibetan Book of the Dead." "–They say reading's fundamental." "This time it was fatal." "The Knot of Eternity." "[Stella] That was painted on Liza's forehead." "That's a Tibetan symbol of omniscient wisdom." "A page has been ripped out." "Paper's consistent with what Hawkes found on Dante Gunther." "[Stella] Might explain the strip we found in the cuff of his pants." "[Danny] I think we got our black mould." "The symbol, the page, the mould, all those connect our vics to this book." "Anyone who handled the book could have been contaminated." "Not a very precise way of targeting people." "Unless the vics were poisoned at random." "What kind of killer doesn't want to know who his victims are?" "–Prussian blue?" "–Yeah." "It's his second dose." "It speeds up the removal of thallium from the body, but he's too sick to swallow it, so they inserted a feeding tube." "Is it working?" "Only time will tell." "Conditions such as these in a public facility are indefensible and reprehensible." "That's why I'm filing a wrongful death lawsuit against the City of New York and the New York City Library, both complicit in the radiation deaths of my clients," "Liza Carpenter, Dante Gunther..." "[Hawkes] Those are our two victims." "and Molly Paulson." "Who's Molly Paulson?" "[Man] No more questions, please." "She was my wife for 11 years." "I still can't believe she's gone." "When did she pass away?" "Two months ago." "Why do you think she was poisoned by radiation?" "She was a librarian at the New York City Library." "Well, Mr Paulson, the main branch of the library is expansive." "The odds of Molly coming in contact with one book in the Special..." "Collections section?" "Because that is where she worked, you know." "For the last five years." "May I ask, what were you told was her cause of death?" "Our family doctor said lupus is what killed her." "And all I can say is, the minute I saw the news and heard about the rash and the hair loss," "I knew it had to be thallium poisoning." "Even if the symptoms are also consistent with lupus?" "She was in remission a week before she died." "It all happened so fast, but now it all makes sense." "You know, Molly and I used to take an art class on the weekends together." "I painted that picture of her." "But if thallium did kill your wife, that means it was murder, and the only way I can confirm that is to have her body exhumed." "You do what you have to do, but mark my words... somebody is going to pay." "Mr Paulson, I'm sorry for your loss." "Well, can I speak with him?" "Oh, of course." "No, no, I understand." "Thank you, Doctor." "I'll call back later." "–Sid?" "–Yeah." "He's under heavy treatment, but according to the hospital, he seems to be alert and responsive." "That's good news." "You want some more?" "–Absolutely." "–Great." "Nobody's allowed to check out books from Special Collections at the library's central branch." "They're for reference viewing." "Our killer contaminated the book inside the library." "Anyone who wanted to read it had to sign in." "Liza Carpenter signed in two weeks ago, and Dante Gunther, about a week after." "We got to be looking for somebody who signed in before." "If that person's still alive, they could be our suspect." "In the past six months, 10 people signed in." "Eight of them are clean." "One of them, a Timothy Pram, actually read the book twice." "–Should I just get to the best part?" "–He has priors?" "For acts of vandalism at Manhattan chemical laboratories, and an attempted break-in at— get this— Three Mile Island." "This could be his twisted way of making a statement." "Where is he now?" "Currently residing at Seventh and Webster." "That's the same address that was on the page that Dante Gunther tore out." "[Flack] I knew that rung a bell." "Excuse me." "NYPD." "I am Lhamo Vadhana." "Do you have any idea where we can find Timothy Pram?" "He no longer exists." "What do you mean, he's dead?" "In a manner of speaking." "He is who I used to be." "[Flack] OK, then." "Listen, Lame-o..." "It's Lhamo." "Tim, why don't we start over?" "When did you start hiding behind Buddha?" "Oh, my transition occurred when I stopped hiding." "Then you won't mind telling us about these people." "I'm not familiar with them." "No?" "Cos we're familiar with your tendency to go nuclear." "Since these poor folks died of radiation poisoning, and one had your address in his pocket... –What are their names?" "–Liza Carpenter and Dante Gunther." "I don't know her, but Mr Gunther called me recently regarding several tenets of Buddhism, specifically, its sacred view of what to do when death is closing in." "He said he was developing a film along those lines." "So what, you told him to read the book first?" "I suggested he should become familiar with the Bardo Thodol." "–The Book of the Dead?" "–As Westerners refer to it, yes." "It's a centuries-old text to prepare one for the signs and rituals of death and rebirth." "Were you aware that book was contaminated with thallium?" "[Flack] Of course, he is." "He's the one who contaminated it." "Detectives, I fully acknowledge and accept the mistakes of my youth." "Vandalising a nuclear facility was a foolish thing to do." "But I have paid for my transgressions, and my past is just that, my past." "I have no intention of hastening anyone's journey from this life to the next." "Really?" "Cos I have every intention of hastening you from here to lockup." "Hold on." "Before you book him..." "Mind if I check your aura?" "What's that stuff?" "It's a small bit of trace from The Book of the Dead." "–Came back as a poriferan." "–[Adam] Sea sponge?" "This species hails from the reefs off Southern Florida." "What's really interesting, I found trace on the trace." "Check it out." "See the red?" "That's it magnified 100 times." "I found it inside the sea sponge." "Morphology suggests that it's some type of protein, maybe chitin?" "Some kind of an exoskeleton." "The thickness of the sample indicates it's not from a crustacean." "Looks like an insect." "So, what the heck is a bug doing on a sea sponge?" "This is a virtual image scan of Molly Paulson's exhumed body." "She had a green burial, so there was almost no contact with the body by the mortuary after she died two months ago." "But when the CDC dug her up, and the Geiger needles pinned, looking at her this way seemed like the safest bet." "So we know her husband was right." "It wasn't lupus that killed her." "Tox has already confirmed that Molly's tissue bore high traces of thallium-201, just like the other two victims." "Then why don't we see it?" "Maybe we're not looking in the right place." "Enlarge the stomach." "See those lesions in the lining?" "From cardia to corpus to pylorus." "The entire organ is ulcerated." "She have any gastric problems?" "Not according to the records." "You think her exposure to radiation wasn't transdermal." "That's right." "Molly Paulson ingested her poison." "Doesn't make sense." "We have three victims of thallium poisoning." "Two were exposed transdermally, and one by ingestion." "But the two victims who touched the book came later." "Molly Paulson swallowed her thallium." "The delivery system is more direct, more personal." "–Feels like she was a target." "–Other two were collateral damage." "Somebody specifically wanted her dead." "We've cleared the graffiti artist and the Buddhist monk." "There's someone else you might want to talk to." "Lawrence Wagner." "He was Molly Paulson's assistant at the library." "According to the personnel department, she had him written up three times for not showing up to work." "She died, and he's been a no-show ever since." "[Stella] Huh." "Do we know where he is?" "His address on his application was a fake." "I got guys running down a real one." "I figured you might want to go through his desk." "All right." "[Detector clicks]" "–Here we go again." "–I don't want to put on that suit." "No, levels are low enough for gloves." "Oh, good." "Do you mind if I keep my distance?" "I'd prefer if you did." "Smoke detectors." "The connectors were cut away from brackets on the wall to remove the smoke detectors." "Most ionization models use a small radioactive source to detect the smoke particles." "[Mobile rings]" "This guy had quite the collection." "What happened to collecting baseball cards?" "Flack." "I'm getting a hit off something in this box." "Huh." "Iodine." "In tablet form, these can be used to protect your thyroid from absorbing radiation." "Half of Eastern Europe took them after Chernobyl." "Looks like Larry Wagner was taking them, as well." "Want to find out why?" "[Sirens wail]" "[Stella] According to his mother, he spends all his time back here doing experiments in the shed." "–When are people going to profile?" "–Lawrence Wagner, NYPD!" "Listen up, Larry." "I'm a bit pissed off over having to wear this outfit." "If you don't open this door, I'm going to nuke your little house down." "[Danny] Tell me that's not a reactor." "[Stella] All right, Lawrence." "Put your hands up above your head." "Walk out slowly." "Right there, right there." "Can I borrow one of your suits?" "I told you." "I was building a reactor." "[Stella] Why?" "We need cheaper energy alternatives!" "So I spent the last two years gathering all the necessary elements just to make do-it-yourself nuclear fission a reality." "It wasn't easy and I've taken risks and made a few sacrifices?" "But every experiment has brought me closer to success." "And I knew if I just kept working on it," "I-I-I could save people money." "You turned your backyard into a radioactive waste dump." "I'm not sure you saved people." "–You didn't save your boss." "–Who, Molly?" "–She never went to my lab." "–You mean your shed." "Whatever." "She wasn't interested in my work." "–That must have made you mad." "–Mad enough to kill her?" "I didn't kill anyone!" "Yeah, she wrote me up a couple of times." "Yeah, I was pissed off." "I only took that job so I could score some smoke detectors." "I'm a scientist..." "No." "You're a backyard quack who's lucky to be alive and about to be charged with triple homicide." "Yeah?" "I hate to say it, Mac, but I think we've got the wrong guy." "The evidence from Lawrence Wagner's wannabe lab doesn't support it." "CDC found thorium-232, found in the gas lantern mantles, radium from the antique clocks, beryllium from a mail order catalogue, and americium found in all those stolen smoke detectors." "But we haven't found the slightest trace of thallium." "We can still get him, right?" "For EPA violations, felony larceny, maybe, but not for murder." "I found a use for the crushed insect trace we found in The Book of the Dead." "The GCMS picked up traces of carminic acid or carmine." "It's found on the bodies and eggs of the beetle Dactylopius coccus." "Now, this beetle is often crushed to make pigment for paint, specifically, red." "Some artists use sponges for painting." "Maybe that's how the two traces fit together." "Ka-Blam the Shriiimper?" "[Stella] He does all his work with an airbrush." "[Mac] No." "We're forgetting another artist." "[Mac] You killed Molly." "Then you killed two more innocent victims." "Don't be ridiculous." "We read your trial records." "Now we know about the chemical plant in Chinatown you represented." "Closed down for illegal importation of various radioactive agents, including thallium." "That's where you got it." "Since Molly already had lupus, you saw the perfect opportunity to use it." "[Stella] You fed it to her, and you made an already sick woman die a cruel and painful death." "You have no idea how miserable she was." "Because she's dead." "I took care of my wife!" "After she died, you took care of her insurance money, too." "Half a million dollar policy." "Not too shabby for an ambulance chaser." "That still wasn't enough, was it, Joel?" "No, no." "You wanted a lawsuit." "That's where the real money is." "Only you needed a few more victims to make it look legit." "So, you used your wife's access to the library and painted the book." "Murdered two people." "Nearly killed one of my colleagues and risked the lives of God knows how many other people." "So, I wouldn't have to practise law any more." "Day after day, I spent defending that chemical plant." "Night after night, worried about my wife." "She wasn't happy or healthy any m0re." "So you were angry at life, decided to embrace death instead." "Is that why you chose The Book of the Dead?" "It was in Special Collections." "I knew people would read it." "Figured I'd take care of business, file one last suit, and then retire from everything." "That will depend on your execution date." "[Flack] Get up." "[Mac] You were right, Mr Paulson." "Someone is going to pay." "–Hey, Sid." "–Sheldon." "–How nice of you to come." "–How you doing?" "Let's just say I know how a microwaved burrito feels." "I should also say thank you." "I owe a great deal of my recovery to you." "It was nothing." "You would have done the same." "As a matter of fact, I would." "If you get tired of that journal, you might enjoy a little light reading." "Yeah?" "Oh!" "Ha ha!" "A clean copy, I presume?" "We were worried about you." "It's good to see you up and around." "Up, maybe." "Around might take a few days." "OK, who's up for the Ranger game?" "–Did you bring any beer?" "–I wish I did." "[Hawkes] How about we pour you some water, instead?" "[Sid] All right." "Chips and water." "That's like pizza and milk." "You're kidding about the beer, right?" "Nope." "You gotta get good before you start drinking again." "[Mac] How's the food here?"