"[Man on radio] This evening's commute is going to be congested, folks." "[Man 2 on radio] Accident on 51st Street, happened an hour ago." "That's backing up traffic." "[Man 3 on radio] Clean up this mess." "Investors are simply shell-shocked." "[Man 4] Can you hear the frequencies?" "I can hear them." "Signal's coming through loud and clear." "Ships lose their way in Bermuda." "It's the same here." "Calls interrupted, vehicles disabled." "Innocent people vanish before your eyes." "Yet still, the power is broadcast." "The transmission completely overwhelms the Triangle." "Communication completely breaks down." "Tune it in, turn it down." "[Radio] Here's Dubinsky with a slapshot... [radio static]" "Oh, no." "Not now." "Oh, I was hoping you'd answer." "–Aren't you working night shift?" "–I'm running late." "They turned the Q into an Express." "I had to jump out at 34th, now I got to double back." "If Mac asks where you are..." "Yeah, I know." "You never heard of me." "So, how you feeling?" "How's the baby?" "–Good." "She's good." "–She?" "Or he." "Relax." "It's too early to tell." "There's something important I want to talk to you about, OK?" "OK." "What is it?" "[Static]" "–Hello?" "–Danny?" "Hello?" "Are you kidding me?" "Can you hear it?" "[Engine cuts out]" "[Car's ignition failing to turn on]" "Can you see it?" "Can you feel the Bermuda Triangle?" "Dispatch, this is 11-0-7 requesting immediate assistance." "Is this thing on?" "Come on." "Why don't you work?" "Hey, Carl, we got a problem." "Son of a bitch!" "Carl, what the hell is happening?" "Come on." "Come on." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Help." "Help us." "For God's sake!" "[Inaudible]" "[♪ 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 ♪" "[police radio]" "[Man] I don't know what happened." "The truck stalled and..." "the radio went dead, and then... he just died in front of my eyes." "You open the back door to try to help him out?" "I-I couldn't." "We're not allowed to leave till backup arrives." "Irregular edges, rules out a stabbing." "–Gunshot wound to the chest?" "–[Mac] Well, maybe." "[Mac] I'm only seeing an exit wound." "No visible entry." "No GSR." "No bullet." "[Man] Not telling you again, move that truck now." "They look like contact burns around his eyes." "[Stella] Ah!" "Burns around the wristwatch, as well." "Looks like a pineapple sticker on his cuff." "Is it just me, or is there something strange about this crime scene?" "Mac?" "[Flack] OK, so your vic's name is Carl Custer." "He's been working armoured cars for High Eye Security since '88." "He had a younger partner in the driver's seat." "–His name is Greg Hufheinz." "–Is he the one who opened the back?" "You can only open the vault from the outside." "Protocol forced the driver to stay in the cab." "Somebody did the honours." "Any witnesses?" "Rush hour in Midtown?" "Come on." "Nobody sees anything but a highball waiting for them at home." "We spoke to some folks at the bus stop and she said she saw someone turn a knob and open the door." "Could have been our killer but I'm not seeing any knob." "The descriptions we got don't help much, either." "One said it was a guy, the other said it was a girl." "But they were distracted by watching this guy spontaneously combust." "–What about a gunshot?" "–Nope." "Sorry, Stella." "I wish I had more, but I guess the people who saw the most, drove away." "From what I see, it looks like a robbery." "I got a High Eye rep standing by to count the cash as soon as you release the crime scene." "I'm going to need surveillance footage from that camera too." "Done." "Looking for something else?" "Yeah." "Mac." "One minute he was here, the next minute, he was gone." "His Avalanche is still parked." "You know what they say about this area." "Oh, you don't believe that Bermuda Triangle stuff." "3-1-1 gets constant calls from here, around the Empire State Building." "Cellphones crap out, TV and radio signals get interrupted." "Vehicles lock their own doors." "–Sometimes shut down." "–People disappear?" "OK, well, maybe it hasn't gone that far... yet." "Come on." "There's a rational, scientific explanation for all of it." "Let's just hope we find one for this guy's death." "–[Hawkes] Working up an appetite?" "–Hm?" "Oh, no." "You know there's a strict no-eating policy in the lab." "Never stopped me from sneaking in the occasional bag of popcorn." "So, Mac said we had a possible gunshot victim." "That is how it looked, but I didn't find a bullet." "Just a lot of these." "Metal and plastic fragments throughout the vic's thoracic cavity." "[Hawkes] It's like a bomb went off." "An astute observation, because I believe those were his pacemaker." "Instead of being shot from outside" "I'm afraid our victim succumbed to massive cardiac trauma due to internal concussive force." "I've seen cases of pacemaker failure, but they're not known for exploding." "Are you sure that's what happened?" "Well, I wasn't until I got a good look at his liver." "Just bear with me." "Now... what's wrong with this picture?" "For one, it's awfully small for the liver of an adult male." "[Microwave beeps]" "Yes." "Notice the striated charring?" "Now compare that to this freshly cooked pig liver." "See the similarities?" "They both have been microwaved." "It would take microwave-induced heat for the pacemaker's lithium batteries to swiftly combust." "Also causing the second-degree burns where his eyeglasses and wristwatch made direct contact with the skin." "Though, we're talking more juice than your standard countertop oven." "–Probably in excess of 300 degrees." "–Come on." "It's not like he was going down 34th Street in a giant microwave." "No." "But he was in the middle of the Electronic Bermuda Triangle." "After 9/11, a lot of the broadcast and communication antennas that used to be atop the World Trade Centre were moved to the Empire State Building." "I'm sure a significant amount of microwave energy emanates from there." "Enough to kill someone?" "What happened?" "Apparently some high-voltage meltdown." "According to the Department of Transportation, the signal at the intersection camera went down at 4:56pm and it hasn't worked since." "Same with the stop light." "I have to pop downstairs for a second and then run evidence through Trace, but the rear doors... –I'll take a look-see." "–Great." "Thanks." "Triangle strikes again." "I saw you running for the exit." "I'm starving." "My OB says I should pay attention to my cravings, no matter how inconvenient they are." "Yeah." "Let me ask you something." "Do you have any hereditary disease in your family?" "[Lindsay giggles]" "–No." "Do you?" "–No." "No, no." "Mental illness?" "–No." "–No?" "How about er, addictive tendencies?" "–Extra fingers?" "–No." "No?" "Natural delivery or er, drugs?" "–Er... either." "–Want a boy or a girl?" "Healthy." "Will you marry me?" "No." "[Mac] Any progress on the pacemaker?" "The directionality of the fragments with flash patterns and high traces of lithium cobalt oxide seem to confirm Sid's theory about it exploding." "But, I still managed to get a serial number off it and contacted the manufacturer." "Marwood Technologies." "They've never had a failure of this kind, even though they knew about it as it happened." "How?" "Turns out our vic paid extra for remote monitoring of his ticker." "The pacemaker sent a constant electrocardiogram signal to his cellphone, which in turn relayed the info via a wireless internet connection to their database." "As you can tell, this is when the signal ended." "4:56pm, the same time the intersection camera failed." "If all that energy came off the Empire State Building and caused all this damage, why was our vic the only casualty?" "At this point, there's only one way to answer that question." "Whoa." "Wow." "I thought the view from Liberty was nice." "She's 1·100 feet below us." "According to management, all radio and TV signals transmitted from this tower are fully automated and carefully regulated." "Assuming they can't be manipulated." "Up here's the only way to get a read on just how powerful they really are." "These electrosmog meters should be able to give us the accurate reading of how much microwave energy's coming off the tower." "Let's do this before somebody wets themselves, please." "–I'm going up." "–All right." "[Mac] Hawkes." "Mac, there are plenty of microwaves, but they're within safety levels." "Yeah." "I can see the Poconos, but I ain't seeing a problem." "It may be guilty of creating an urban legend, but there's no way this building is guilty of murder." "Well, if the Empire State Building didn't do it, what did?" "–Let's try running a DARPA search." "–A what?" "Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency." "You think we're looking for a military microwave weapon?" "They do solicit new technologies from private RD interests." "If there is such a weapon, somebody might have used it here." "DARPA could help us learn who they are." "[Mobile rings]" "Mac Taylor." "Mac, it's Flack." "I spoke to someone from... –Flack?" "–It's me." "Can you hear me?" "–Speak up." "–I spoke to someone from High Eye." "I'm listening." "I can hear you." "–There's no money missing." "–Yeah?" "You-you're breaking up." "Can you hear me now?" "–I got the gist of it." "–[Hawkes] What did he say?" "According to High Eye Securities, there is no money missing." "So, it wasn't a robbery?" "Who cracks an armoured car, kills the guard and doesn't take the cash?" "[Stella] Mac, where the hell did you go last night?" "I looked all over, I called you repeatedly." "You vanished." "I was with the FBI." "They picked me up." "Questioned me for over an hour about the Ann Steele case." "The fixer with the flash drive." "I was the last one to handle it." "–They accused me of stealing it." "–What?" "[Mac] It was vouchered as investigatory evidence." "It's sitting in our property warehouse." "–Middle of Times Square?" "–It's a secure facility." "Apparently not." "Well, you obviously know something I don't about what's going on here, now that you've scooped me out of a crime scene, why not tell me what that is?" "The drive contained info about people at the highest levels of government." "But you knew that." "–So, you took it." "–I didn't take anything." "Yeah, well, word to the wise, Detective, before you use that weapon to start taking pot shots at politicians, you better make sure there isn't another one pointed at your head." "Did anyone else have access to the drive?" "Sexual allegations, bribery, blackmail." "Name it, Steele was into it." "I don't need to remind you, what you saw, stays between me and you." "No worries." "I got your back." "[Mac] Hawkes gave it to me." "I looked at it, sent it straight to the evidence warehouse but after my chat with the FBI I went to the property room, sure enough..." "–The flash drive was gone." "–You checked the chain of custody?" "Yeah, it went directly from me to the property clerk who vouchered it." "–Officer Kevin Cross." "–Have you spoken to him?" "That's high on my list of things to do." "–Find anything?" "–A couple of things." "I processed the armoured car doors and found a circular dust void and tool marks around the electronic lock." "But I knew that the circuit had been disabled by microwaves and the lock couldn't be unlocked, so I tried to figure out other ways to open it, and found this." "It's called Satan's ring." "You ever seen this before?" "–No." "–Me neither." "I borrowed it from a friend who works at the Treasury Department." "He still owes me huge for stealing these basketball shoes..." "It has this aluminium shell with four high-powered magnets inside, each separated by 90 degrees and mounted north-south, north-south." "Apparently, you put this over an electronic lock, give it a few turns." "Try to take the wheel." "The reverse polarity of the magnet charges the coil in the lock's dynamo and... [malicious laugh]" "Hey, it worked." "That is evil." "But the real devil is in the details." "See, if you compare the shape and size of a ring like this to a void like that." "Perfect match." "I sent photos to Flack." "Maybe he could get a list of robbery suspects that would have used a Satan ring." "Bernie Benton." "Still hustling darts." "Don Flack." "Still hassling law-abiding ex-cons." "Is that the same suit you wore the day you locked me up?" "Beats the orange one you wore in the joint, no?" "You ready to wear it again, because that armoured car job you pulled last night got sloppy." "[Bernie] I don't know what you talking about." "Don't insult my intelligence." "You killed a guard." "Oh, come on, Flack." "You know me better than that." "I pulled clean jobs." "Never even got as much as a nosebleed." "It's true." "You never hurt anybody." "But I did four years in the bank robbery task force and seven in the Detective Bureau and I've only come across Satan's ring twice— once the day I locked you up, and the second time today." "Hey, hon." "Er, I'm going to close before your shift." "Why don't you take a day?" "–Really?" "–Yeah" "Thanks, Bernie." "I owe you." "Have I still got it or what?" "It's the ring I'm interested in." "Do you think I'm stupid enough to use it again?" "–I do, yeah." "–You don't cut me no slack, huh?" "Someone has to keep your unhealthy lifestyle in check." "What?" "This?" "Doc says I got pancreatic cancer." "Me, I didn't even know what a pancreatic is." "But I tell you one thing, I'm out of the game." "Well, as much as I want to believe you, Bernie, I can't just yet." "So, do us both a favour, don't go anywhere." "I got six to nine months." "This bar's the only home I got." "If you need me..." "I'll be right here." "Hey." "Anything on the sticker?" "Er, trace epithelials." "I sent a sample with Adam's DNA and I'm just er, running GCMS." "In addition to our typical adhesive components, looks like our little sticker's packing quite a fruit bowl of trace." "Pineapple pectin, coconut oil, banana oil." "Mmm." "There's a spike in zinc oxide, as well." "Hmm." "Some kind of a tropical sun block?" "Could be." "See if you can ID a specific source." "Sure." "Will do." "Stella." "Aren't you the er, the official safety officer at the lab?" "Yes." "That is my proud, unpaid position." "Why?" "Well, I've got this erm, friend." "She works over in the forensics lab in New Jersey and she's pregnant." "Oh." "Good for her." "Yeah." "Except she's nervous because all the chemicals and the processes we do, you know, that could really harm the development of a baby, right?" "That's true, but there's also so many different safety protocols in place." "Goggles, face shields, fume hoods." "Not to mention all the training and retraining we have to go through." "I'm sure she'll be fine." "Seems like she's in a little over her head." "Well, she's not alone, right?" "I mean, the baby has a father." "Yeah." "Yeah, and he's great." "It's just I don't really know how ready he was for any of this so..." "Well, it's complicated." "And beautiful." "Listen, Lindsay erm..." "I'm sure if your friend's co-workers are anything like yours... they'll understand the situation and work with her, even be happy for her." "It's going to be OK." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Hey erm..." "tell your friend congratulations." "–Find anything on DARPA?" "–There's lots of roadblocks, Mac." "US Military is not keen on an NYPD investigator asking questions about top-secret designs." "I do know microwave weapon technology does exist, only what we're looking for is portable and concealable." "But not invisible." "Keep looking." "Mac, that armoured car just took an unexpected turn." "[Danny] Anderson Savings and Loan." "[Mac] This was the next stop on their route?" "Yep, according to the larceny complaint, a High Eye security guard signed in here after five o'clock yesterday, walked out with a deposit transfer of 250·000 bucks." "According to the logbook, he signed in as Carl Custer." "But he couldn't have signed it because he was busy dying four blocks away in the back of an armoured car." "Over here." "Security guard signed the cash out at 5:01pm." "That's only five minutes after the armoured car was stolen." "I can't get a clear look at his face." "He looks male, average build." "–High Eye uniform." "–Blond hair, beard." "That match the ex-con?" "Nah, Bernie Benton was clean-shaven, brown hair." "–He was older, too." "–All right, let's step this out." "Our perp used some intense burst of microwave energy to stall the truck so he could collect the next scheduled deposit." "[Greg] Oh, man." "He didn't count on the vic's pacemaker exploding." "He had to be privy to the schedule." "Help." "Help us!" "Screams inside job to me." "Urban legend or not, I feel this whole Bermuda Triangle thing is swallowing up our leads." "Hawkes get anywhere with his DARPA search?" "Not yet." "Lindsay's working on the sticker I found on the sleeve." "Sorry, but if this is an inside job, I got no proof." "High Eye employees came back clean?" "Yeah, Hufheinz, our vic, and according to Flack, the other guys can account for their time." "Science, witness accounts, surveillance, and we can't see it." "Maybe we're looking from the wrong vantage point." "Camera's mounted on the ESBs antenna ray." "They give 360 views of the city online." "I saw it when we were up there." "It's not pointing straight down." "It probably didn't capture video of the armoured car." "No, but it is facing in the same direction as the Savings and Loan." "Let's tap into that sky-cam footage." "[Mac] There's our thief coming out of the bank." "[Stella] He's getting into that brown van." "Ooh." "[Danny] Can we get a better angle on the plate?" "No plate, but you see what I see?" "Another witness." "Searching for a signal, searching for a signal..." "Excuse me." "You got a second, mister?" "Yert." "–Yert?" "OK." "–Yawallac." "Listen, Yert." "We're investigating a crime that happened yesterday." "The Triangle took someone else, didn't it?" "Yes, yes, but see, you may have been a witness and we need your help." "I hear it all, see it all." "There's so many signs." "There's so many signals." "[Stella] You almost got hit by a van yesterday." "[Yert] The wave of darkness, yes." "I was monitoring congested channels when suddenly I received a warning transmission." "I narrowly defeated death." "I snatched the sight from his evil eye." "[Manic laughter]" "–Mind if we hold on to this?" "–Do you hear the frequency?" "Yes, I-I can hear the frequency." "Loud and clear." "What just happened?" "Yeah." "I think we got a lead." "–Hey, Adam." "–Hey." "The epaulet that Stella sent us didn't make direct contact with the wearer's skin." "I couldn't find hair or epithelials, so I decided to try and go for some kind of scent analysis." "I ran a sample through GCMS and no peaks." "There were no detectable scent molecules anywhere on the sample?" "The scent was too faint to get a baseline." "So we need reinforcements." "Canine sense of smell is a lot more sensitive than anything we have." "Time to let the dogs out." "[Flack] Was it worth it, Greg?" "What, you think I was in on it?" "Well, you're wrong." "Dead wrong." "Carl was like family." "What was your cut?" "You get the money?" "How much did they pay you to sit by and watch while your "family" fried in the back of that truck?" "I couldn't get out of the cab." "I tried to call it in, but the radio didn't work." "The man who stole the money from that Savings and Loan around the corner from the Empire State Building, he was wearing a High Eye uniform, but not just any uniform." "Yours, Greg." "–No, you don't get it..." "–Then tell us what we need to get?" "My spare uniform." "Two days ago I went to the cleaners to pick it up." "They said I already had, but I hadn't." "It wasn't me." "Do you know who this man is?" "No, I've never seen him before." "Look, I swear to God, I had nothing to do with this." "–I didn't kill my partner." "–[Policeman] Let's go." "–I believe him." "–Yeah, me too." "OK." "How's about we try this on for size?" "What if our friendly ex-con Bernie Benton staked the driver out, followed him, waited for him to drop his uniform off at the cleaners, then came back later, picked it up, disguised himself, walked right into that savings and loan," "and walked out with 250 Gs?" "Much more believable." "It wouldn't be the first time." "He couldn't have pulled it off unless someone else stopped that car for him." "Yes, hot damn." "You've got that lucky break look in your eye." "DARPA search came through, led me to a private lab in Midtown called Sanon Research, and get this, they have an advanced prototype of a portable microwave gun." "–Exactly what we're looking for!" "–Worth a shot." "While we're taking shots..." "That pineapple sticker you found was used to create a "tantoo"." "A tan what?" "A pattern made by applying a sticker to the skin during sunbathing." "–Little late in the year for that." "–Not at a tanning salon." "[Lindsay] You take them off afterwards, but our perp forgot and accidentally transferred it to the victim." "It would explain the tropical sun block." "What about the epithelials you lifted?" "Partial profile, female." "No hits in CODIS, but I did get a familial match." "To whom?" "It seems that Bernie Benton has a daughter." "I guess the pineapple didn't fall far from the tree." "We know Bernie's daughter is involved in this." "The pineapple sticker puts her on our security guard." "Nothing in Bernie's case file mentions a daughter— no photos, no record of her visiting in prison." "–We know where Bernie is?" "–Flack's got a tail on him." "What about Sanon's microwave gun?" "Well, for one thing, it had to be what stopped that armoured car." "Two megawatts of portable microwave mayhem, capable of causing all the damage, as well as our dead guard's injuries." "But somebody had to know, not only how to use it, but how to wipe it clean because there were no prints of any kind." "Exactly, and we believe that somebody is Bernie's daughter." "While Bernie was in the Savings and Loan, she was manning the gun." "[Hawkes] The armoured car pulls up to the traffic light." "She pulls the trigger." "The waveblast disrupts all the traffic lights... and at 4:56pm destroys the camera." "[Danny] Hell of a murder weapon." "Sanon Research is definitely on the cutting edge, but there are few employees with access to that gun, and no one on that list has the last name of Benton." "His daughter could have a different name." "She has to be the connection, but without a photo or a name how do we find her?" "It's 10 o'clock, Bernie." "You know where your daughter is?" "Out being a good girl somewhere, I am sure." "Can I get you suits something?" "–The truth." "–[Flack] Come on." "This plan had your stink all over it." "A mock car heist as a diversion while you shook up the Savings and Loan." "Only blip was, you'd never have used your ring on that truck in rush hour." "Maybe I was a little sloppy on this one, after all." "[Flack] No." "This is your daughter's mess." "You didn't know that till I came and told you." "She was only supposed to disable the truck, not use Satan's ring to rob it." "What happened?" "Your daughter get a little greedy on this one?" "Maybe she's too much like me." "It's a tough business, you know?" "No health benefits, pension." "Nothing to leave loved ones when you're gone." "You pulled one more job to help her out, let her take all the cash and walk?" "What's her name, and where is she?" "This medication they got me on it leaves me feeling, I don't know, a little fuzzy." "Hey!" "Bernie." "Now, why do you want to go and do something like that?" "I guess old habits die hard." "I got it, Flack." "Yeah, Hawkes, the name is Jamie Sunderland." "She's a marketing rep at Sanon Research." "–I need units at Sanon's lab now." "–She's not there." "–Tell us where she is." "–She's been laying low." "OK, we're going to need to put out an APB on her." "Yeah, she's on the move." "[Flack] Bernie, there's a better gift you can give her— the difference between five years and life." "She's a bright kid." "She gets things." "Picks them up fast." "I was proud when she landed that job at the lab, but they could never give her what she was worth." "Bus, train stations, ferries and airports." "OK, then why don't you cross-reference her name with personnel files and travel itineraries from Sanon Research." "[Flack] Last chance." "Get up." "[Flack] You have the right to remain silent." "–Anything you say..." "–Will be too damn late anyway." "[Mobile beeps]" "Some lady's pooch got away from her." "Found the body here." "No ID, not sure where he was going." "[Mac] He was going home." "His name is Kevin Cross." "He's a property clerk." "[Policewoman] One of us?" "So... you want to erm, want to tell me why you won't marry me?" "I didn't mean I won't..." "I just think it's the wrong time." "Wrong time." "Wrong time or the wrong guy?" "Danny." "I've thrown a lot at you and we're both feeling overwhelmed, but whatever we do next," "I want it to be for the right reason." "Wouldn't you rather walk down the aisle than be pushed?" "Of course." "OK, good, so listen..." "I'm not going anywhere, and I know you're not going anywhere, either." "OK, but this isn't just about you and I any more." "So let's just take baby steps, OK?" "OK." "Sure." "Before we go inside, I must tell you one more thing, OK?" "I just want you to know... that I love you." "I love you, too, Danny."