CSI: NY

Det. Mac Taylor:
Use your head, Stella, not your heart.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[holding a severed finger] Apart from the fact of it not being attached to a person, there's nothing wrong with this finger.

Danny Messer:
[looking at evidence from a murder case] I can't wrap my head around it, Mac. You get up, you go to work, see the people that you know, you talk, you laugh. You're living your life, then suddenly, boom. It's just over. Just like that, and you never even saw it coming.

Det. Don Flack:
I could go on, but I've already read "War and Peace".

[Aiden tries to pick the pocket of a training dummy without ringing the bell, but she can't]

Danny Messer:
You're such a girl.

Aiden Burn:
[smacking him in the head] Shut up.

[Danny puts a wet PDA in a toaster oven to dry it out]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Mmm... something smells good.

[Danny and Stella enter a sushi restaurant in which the food is served on nude women]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Oh, that can't be sanitary.

Danny Messer:
Who cares if it's sanitary. I want to see the menu.

Detective Thacker:
[going over a victim's rap sheet]... and one prior for assaulting a cab driver.

Danny Messer:
That's still a crime in New York?

[Danny is reading 'Trendy Magazine'. Stella enters]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
If you wanted beauty tips, all you had to do was ask.

Danny Messer:
Do you know that waterproof mascara dries out your lashes? That's amazing.

Danny Messer:
The first thing I learned on this job is anybody can do anything to anybody.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Can't sleep?

Det. Mac Taylor:
What's sleep?

Det. Mac Taylor:
[about mosquitoes] Only the female of the species bites.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Good for her!

Danny Messer:
There's one thing I hate more than running... leaping.

Det. Mac Taylor:
I love the smell of a cover-up.

Det. Mac Taylor:
You will answer to this crime.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
That's it? No butler?

Det. Don Flack:
No.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Too bad. I thought we could wrap this one up quick.

Det. Don Flack:
What?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Mansion like this, it's always the butler. Didn't you ever play Clue?

Det. Don Flack:
I was a Monopoly guy.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[after finding out that a mattress that they know a girl died on has no bloodstains on it] What do you do when you can't get to sleep?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Work.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
What do *normal* people do when they can't get to sleep?

Det. Mac Taylor:
I'm just trying to figure out how big a mistake you made.

[Danny holds up a fingerprint sample, stares at it through the light of a torch]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
You are gonna do more than just stare at it.

Danny Messer:
I am waiting for it to talk to me.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Then you might have to buy it a drink first.

[to a suspect]

Det. Don Flack:
You don't call, you don't write... I was starting to think you are seeing other detective.

Danny Messer:
You take the bottom; I'll take the top.

Aiden Burn:
I like being on top.

Danny Messer:
How many people out there put so much bling on a bug?

[repeated line]

Danny Messer:
Boom!

[repeated line]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[after making an interesting discovery about a case] I do love being in the field.

Detective Danny Messer:
Get outta here, these are real stones?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Uh huh, and I'm thinking this chain was attached, which makes this roach jewelry, or a pet, or a jeweled pet.

Detective Danny Messer:
Or roach-broche.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Hey, it could be the next big thing.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Flack, I think Danny's kind of wine is the house Chianti.

Detective Danny Messer:
Well, that's where you're wrong. My favorite kind of wine is beer.

Detective Danny Messer:
Since when do you know so much about wine, Montana?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
We're more than beer and buffalo burgers, Messer.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I mean, isn't the cockroach kind of the unofficial mascot of New York?

Detective Danny Messer:
Very funny, take it easy there, Montana.

Detective Danny Messer:
All right, we got lots of glass and wine spatter. Looks like the bottle was open when it was broken, so it didn't come off the wine rack.

Det. Don Flack:
Came from the table over here.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
So we have a glass of wine and a stoppered bottle, so somebody opened a bottle to taste it. And then maybe... it got dropped in a struggle.

Detective Danny Messer:
From the diameter of the spatter, looks like the bottle was thrown, and thrown hard.

Det. Don Flack:
Okay, so there's a fight and someone throws a wine bottle at our vic.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Then maybe Alec rushes the attacker.

Detective Danny Messer:
And then he gets, uh... screwed to death.

Det. Don Flack:
6.5, Mess. Little shaky on the landing.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
It's not illegal to be a sociopath.

Luther Vandeross:
I can certainly answer any of your questions, or write them down and have Evie respond by e-mail.

Det. Don Flack:
Nice, but that's not how this works. See, we're old school. Raw light bulbs, cold concrete rooms.

[in the wine vault]

Detective Danny Messer:
So this is where they store the million-dollar grape juice, huh?

Detective Danny Messer:
[shocked] So you killed a guy over a cockroach.

Detective Danny Messer:
[to Tom Zito] I guess that dent in your head only affects the things you WANT to forget.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Are you bathophobic?

Detective Danny Messer:
I'm not anything-phobic. There are just a few things that shake me up. 700 feet of granite between me and daylight is one of them.

Tom Zito:
[a "sandhog", being interviewed at the site] If it's deeper than a grave and it's in New York City, the sandhogs built it. Commuter tunnels, subway tunnels, water tunnels. Without us, there's no New York City.

[Danny and Mac are following the coroners to the elevator and see the DA waiting for them on it]

Detective Mac Taylor:
[clears his throat] Personal visit from the DA's office?

Detective Danny Messer:
What happened? You got lost on your way to a press conference? Or are you just checking up on us?

Tom Zito:
You know how a Sandhog measures progress? A man a mile. 'Cause that's the death rate down there. Electrocutions, cave-ins, decapitations. Every mile of rock we move, we lose one of our own.

Detective Don Flack:
If a guy works up top, answer me one question: what was Pete Riggs doing down there? 'Cause he wasn't working.

Detective Danny Messer:
Isn't this OSHA's thing, workplace fatality?

Detective Mac Taylor:
It would be, if Pete Riggs worked down in the tunnel. He worked up top, loading and unloading. And he had no protective gear. That makes this our scene.

Detective Danny Messer:
So, you're still a Sandhog if you work above ground?

Detective Mac Taylor:
A Sandhog is anyone who helps build one of these tunnels. Just because you're not seven hundred feet down there doesn't mean you're not one of them.

[at private Chase School for Girls, which the victim attended]

Melissa Wesley:
When you go to a school like this...

Detective Aiden Burn:
I went to a school like this.

[later, after the students leave]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Last time I checked, you didn't go to a school like this.

Detective Aiden Burn:
Cuts through a whole layer of attitude if they think you're one of them.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Your sister ever bring Hannah here?

Matt Paulson:
No. She was underage.

Detective Aiden Burn:
That'd make you the first club owner in the history of New York City who didn't stock his place with teenage girls.

Murder suspect:
There's no feeling in the world like watching the life drain out of an animal's eyes.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[in Mr. Greg's office] Nice office for a guidance counselor. What exactly are we looking for?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Reasons for Mr. Greg's to start drinking.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[reading the degrees on the wall] Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Dartmouth. This place is a machine for churning out Ivy-League students.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[upon see in the indoor plants] Are you serious? This is peyote!

Detective Danny Messer:
Marijuana seeds, shrooms.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Looks like someone was growing their own magic garden.

Detective Danny Messer:
Right under the faculty's nose, man.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Sometimes too much education may be a dangerous thing.

Detective Stella Bonasera, Detective Mac Taylor:
[simultaneously] Who discovered the body?

Detective Don Flack:
You two've been working together way too long. A student came in looking for her keys and "boom".

Detective Mac Taylor:
Boom? You and Danny have been working together way too long.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[about hydrofluoric acid] Do you have any idea how often I've wondered what would happen if you swallowed this stuff? There it is, sitting on the shelf, perhaps the most corrosive acid known to man. You just get that urge to take a swig! You know what I'm talking about?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Absolutely. It's like, whenever I pick up a scalpel, I wonder if I could perform a live autopsy on myself.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[excited] You do that too? Because I thought I was...

[realizes that Mac is joking]

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Don't play with me like that!

Coach Dwight Gavin:
You know, whatever you're accusing me of, I can assure you...

Mac Taylor:
[laughs] Oh, this... this goes well beyond accusation. We matched your DNA to a blood drop at our crime scene.

[Mac discovers a scratched CD]

Det. Mac Taylor:
Somebody doesn't like Harry Belafonte.

Danny Messer:
[talking to a suspect] Hair from the kinkapoodle... what is it?

Det. Don Flack:
You've been through a hell of an event, Stella.

Det. Mac Taylor:
We need to do a full workup, including rape kit.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[Kneeling next to her] Stella. Stella!

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[Stella's coming to] Where's Frankie?

[Lindsay and Mac arrive at Kid Rock's concert, which is also the scene of a murder]

Security Guard:
No passes, no access.

[Lindsay holds up her police badge]

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Will this do?

Security Guard:
Hey, sorry.

[he lets Lindsay and Mac in]

Det. Don Flack:
Did Frankie have a key to your apartment?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
No. No, he'd never even been to my place. That's my rule, no guys at my place. That way if something goes bad, I have a safe place to return to.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Your divorce was finalized a week ago. The judge who presided over it was just found dead. What would you call that?

Larry Rose:
A happy coincidence.

Detective Danny Messer:
You know what? You should mind your own business.

Detective Don Flack:
You're my friend Danny That makes it my business.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Danny's shift started two hours ago. You heard from him?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
He got hit with the flu. He took some cold medicine, knocked him out. He just woke up.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Seems kind of sudden.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
He said he felt it coming on a few days ago.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Tell him to get better. Make sure you don't catch what he's got.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to the suspects] Two crimes, five victims; Emily Miller and Judge Riverton lost their lives, Madison lost her father, and you two lost your future

Detective Mac Taylor:
Reality rarely lives up to expectation. Especially if you're a teenager.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
If this case taught us anything, it was to live life.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[to Detective Mac Taylor as they examine a human skeleton found on a sightseeing bus] How long is this tour?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Mac, been meaning to ask. I'd like you to consider coming to our house for Thanksgiving this year. My daughter's coming in, cousins from Philly. We do a really nice job. I use a Collins scalpel to carve the bird, it gets the meat paper thin.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I appreciate the offer, Sid.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Now you can't spend the holidays alone again. I'll drag you if I have to.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're gonna have to add some meat to that skinny frame of yours if you're gonna be making threats, and I was about to say I do have plans this year, thank you.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[pause] Oh. I'm intrigued.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
What are you working on?

Adam Ross:
Oh just some trace that Sid found in the crease of our vic's mouth. Mac asked me to I.D. it.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Mind if I take a look?

Adam Ross:
Oh, please, knock yourself out.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[Looks at the slide] Are you kidding me?

Adam Ross:
It's krill. Pelagic, shrimp-like crustacean of the family Euphuasiid.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
How did it get in our vic's mouth?

Adam Ross:
I'm working on that. See, krill is one of the main ingredients used in salt water fish food.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
There's an aquarium in the visitor's lounge at the hospital. Nice. [He punches Adam in the chest]

Adam Ross:
[Rubbing his chest] Ow.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
You never went home last night, huh?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Looks like you didn't, either.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Hey, I've got two miles of bandages to go through. What's your excuse?

[Lindsay is going through the dumpster of an apartment building, looking for evidence]

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Ah, now, see? That's a shame.

Det. Mac Taylor:
What's a shame?

[Lindsay pulls a shotgun up out of the dumpster]

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Somebody went and threw away a perfectly good shotgun.

Danny Messer:
Adam when you're done with that I got a pair of slacks that I need ironed.

Detective Don Flack:
You play poker?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Occasionally. Why? You got a problem with that?

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah. You're physically incapable of keeping a straight face.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Really?

Detective Don Flack:
Now, Mac. There's a man with a poker face. Who knows what he's thinking?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
It's impossible to be that exact on TOD.

Danny Messer:
You think so, Einstein?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Danny, I'm a certified pathologist. I *know* so.

Danny Messer:
Her coat is damp. I got caught in the rain last night. A twenty minute torrential downpour at 8:45. Only the makeup on the right side of her face is streaked, which means she was lying here dead when the rain began.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Show-off.

Detective Don Flack:
[knocks on a man's door. A man opens it, standing in his underwear, drunk. Flack looks disgusted] Nevermind, carry on. [Flack closes the door]

Detective Don Flack:
[knocks on woman's door, a woman wearing pajamas and a sleep mask opens her door] Good evening.

Tired woman:
Are you serious? Do you know what time it is?

Detective Don Flack:
I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am, but I was wondering if...

Tired woman:
[interrupts Detective Flack] I asked you question.

Detective Don Flack:
Do I know what time it is? [tired woman nods] Yes ma'am I do. [looks at his watch] It's 3am.

Tired woman:
You people are cray. I ought to sue for harassment! [slams door in Flack's face]

Detective Don Flack:
You have a good night now

Kelly Lindgren:
This is Joel?

Detective Don Flack:
What, you don't recognize him with half his face blown off?

[trying to get information, Flack snaps a cigar]

Robert Dulcet:
You know how much that cost?

Detective Don Flack:
Now? Nothing.

[Flack snaps another one]

Detective Don Flack:
Hey, Stell.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Yeah?

Detective Don Flack:
That smell Cuban to you?

[Stella sniffs the tobacco]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Can't tell. Better break another one.

Hotel Guest:
No I didn't hear anything unusual. What happened?

Detective Don Flack:
Guy was shot down the hall.

Hotel Guest:
Oh, yeah, I heard that.

Detective Don Flack:
Did you call 911?

Hotel Guest:
No. Why?

Detective Mac Taylor:
You ever seen this guy before?

Dot com:
It's Jesse Lewis. He thinks he's got skills for battling.

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah, we heard you two exchanged skills last night. You came in second place.

Dot com:
Yeah, well, the judges must have been high or something. Why you asking me about Jesse? He do something wrong?

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah. He stepped in front of a gun while someone else was pulling the trigger.

Al Santiago:
Me no speaky... English.

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right. You know what? Knock it off, Alice.

Al Santiago:
It's Al. It's Al, scumbag.

Detective Danny Messer:
Al Scumbag? I thought you said his name was Santiago. Yeah, right here on your rap sheet. It says your name is Alice Adrienne Santiago.

Detective Don Flack:
[smirking] With a name like that, you probably had to *mail* your milk money to the school bully.

Junior Mosley:
[having stepped on a syringe] Let me take it out first!

Detective Don Flack:
I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

Junior Mosley:
Why not?

Detective Mac Taylor:
This syringe is evidence of drug use. We're going to have to document it where we found it.

[Flack takes a picture of Junior's foot]

Detective Don Flack:
[pushing Junior down onto the bed] Now one for the "Jackass of the Year" award.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[sitting next to a comatose woman] I'm so tired. I used to sit like this with my wife. Her name was Claire. She died on 9/11. Nobody saw it coming. I was cleaning out the closet the other day, and I... I found this beach ball. And I remembered it was my wife who blew it up. I never told anybody this, but I got rid of everything that reminded me of Claire. Too painful. The one thing I couldn't throw away was that beach ball. Her breath is still in there.

Det. Don Flack:
Let me arrest him for swearing on his grandmother.

Det. Mac Taylor:
You're not a doctor. You're a murderer with a medical degree.

Danny Messer:
You hear about that body?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
The one by the River Cafe? Yeah, I caught it on the police portable when I was in the shower.

Danny Messer:
Why doesn't that surprise me?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
The job never stops, Danny.

Dr. Leonard Giles:
[explaining "locked-in syndrome" to Mac] I think your Angel of Mercy patient is the victim of a... perverted science experiment.

Jo Danville:
I don't know what's more depressing: the fact that my fifteen year old daughter has a hot date tonight or the fact that I don't.

Aiden Burn:
Who hitchhikes nude?

Detective Mac Taylor:
The stereotype is that kids run away from home to join the circus. Where do kids already in the circus go?

[Stella & Mac are investigating a case at a circus]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Until now I never really believed people were double-jointed.

Detective Mac Taylor:
They're not. There's no such thing as double-jointed. It's just people with very loose tendons and muscles.

Danny Messer:
Blood from the apartment was hers. Unfortunately, she's still a Jane Doe.

Sheldon Hawkes:
[showing a wedding ring from the corpse] Actually, Mrs.Jane Doe. She's married.

Danny Messer:
Obviously not for the cash. It's a tiny rock.

Jake Lydell:
[about victim, who was a contortionist] The twisty kid

Don Flack:
This is New York, Danny. You can have anything delivered - groceries, dry cleaning. I'm jonesing for a pastrami sandwich at 3:00 in the morning, I call Andy down at the deli - boom, done.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
He was dead before he was killed. Happy Halloween.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I hate zombies.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I know, they spoil all the fun.

Don Flack:
Jacob Paul Williams. Priors for... a little bit of everything. Armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon... Do you realize how screwed you are?

Christine Whitney:
Thanks for meeting me here.

Mac Taylor:
Honestly, I-I... I didn't know what to think, seeing that friend request.

Christine Whitney:
Well, likewise. I never saw you as the social networking type.

Mac Taylor:
Actually, it wasn't my decision to set that up. That was some colleagues of mine having a little fun.

Christine Whitney:
That explains the blankest profile page in the history of the Internet.

Mac Taylor:
How do you know that I wasn't trying to be mysterious?

Christine Whitney:
Because you're one of the most transparent people I know.

Christine Whitney:
I-I read an article where you, um, dedicated the wall of remembrance to the first responder families of 9/11. That was a nice thing you did. And I also read about Claire. And somehow, between... life and... losing contact with you both, I-I didn't know she passed away. I'm sorry.

Mac Taylor:
There's no need to be sorry. I'm thankful for the time that we had together.

Detective Don Flack:
[to Mac] Welcome back to the land of the free and the home of the depraved. You didn't actually think we'd let you get settled, did you?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[on the phone] Hi, I'm calling from the Office of Unemployment.

Adam Ross:
[answering half awake, in his apartment] Oh, Lindsay. Hey.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Word is that Denny's is looking to hire some awkward scientists.

Adam Ross:
[jumping up] I-I'm already halfway there. Okay.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
It's a big case, Adam. It's the Statue of Liberty. It's all over the news. We've got alot of work to do. This is top priority and Mac is back in town. Get your little ass to work!

Adam Ross:
[trying to wake her] Uh, Kendall. Hey, uh, wake up. We're late for work. We got- we gotta get up. we're late for work.

Kendall Novak:
[suddenly alert about their lack of clothing] Did we? We didn't?

Adam Ross:
Oh no, no no. I mean, I- I mean I wish it was yes yes ys. But sadly, no.

Kendall Novak:
Okay. Ten more minutes.

Adam Ross:
[pulling her from the coach] No, no, no. No more minutes. Okay, come one. Get up, get up. Come on, let's go. Up, up. Let's go. We must fight crime.

Detective Don Flack:
There's no witnesses and no surveillance. Doesn't make sense, right? Because after 9/11 we all know that a $36 million security system was installed on this island. Here's the kicker. Once every three months they shut down for system upgrades and reboots. It takes 45 minutes.

Detective Mac Taylor:
A small window of opportunity? No one's that lucky.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
The wire is holding the view finder in place

Detective Mac Taylor:
Maybe we're are the one's who are supposed to be doing the sightseeing.

Kendall Novak:
[about their evidence] Using an ocular micrometer, I was able to determine the diameter of the wire's 18 gauge. That's typically used in higher notes. Using the contact points, plating separation and an average applied tension of 67 pounds, I was able to figure out what note it is.

Adam Ross:
You know what note it is?

Kendall Novak:
Yeah. It's an A.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[about Charles Price's killer] He was the killer's ticket off the island. Uniformed security escort, no questions asked. Then when he wasn't needed any longer, Charles was the next victim.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
The killer followed through on his threat. "Two more will die".

Detective Mac Taylor:
No, I don't think so, Sid. Charles and Georgia surprised him. That means they were unexpected casualties of the original plan.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Let's focus on the victims, not the killer. Both these guys had a story to tell about something that happened. Brock on the answering machine. Nakashima on the cell phone. Something they saw. And the killer wanted the truth.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
But after he got the truth, he kill them.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Right. Because he got what he wanted. He didn't need them any longer.

Nova Kent:
[about the killer] For whatever reason, he let me live. I thought it was over. But two months later I realized it would never be over. He started sending me black calla lilies.

Detective Danny Messer:
So, you kept moving to get away.

Nova Kent:
But he always found me. I wanted to tell somebody so bad. Thought about it every single day. I was, I was just too scared. I didn't want to die.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[walks in, holding a box] Mac, if I told you to go home and get some rest, you would say...

Detective Mac Taylor:
What's in the box.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Of course you would. I think I may have found what you are looking for.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[Detectives Taylor, Bonasera, and Flack are called over to look at a view finder at a crime scene] There's blood on the coin slot.

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah I always like to do a little sight seeing after I commit murder.

Jo Danville:
I always tell my kids the only reason evil exists in the world is so that good can triumph over it.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Well, if it didn't, we'd be out of a job.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Mr. Purdue, we recovered your Ferrari early this morning in a parking lot on the West Side.

Nathan Purdue:
Was there any damage?

Detective Mac Taylor:
No, the car is fine. It's the dead body in the trunk that's a problem.

Jo Danville:
This hot car is not the hot car we thought it was. Hidden VIN on the chassis doesn't match the registration. This is not Nathan Purdue's Ferrari.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Then whose car is it?

Jo Danville:
It was boosted from a Connecticut dealership about six hours before Danny found our Jane Doe.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Thieves put clean VINs on stolen cars so they can resell them. Why would someone put stolen VINs on another stolen car?

Officer Lauren Cooper:
Here's the evidence voucher and the joint I confiscated. I need your signature, and we're good to go.

Danny Messer:
Two hours later, huh?

Officer Lauren Cooper:
Do something wrong, Sarge?

Danny Messer:
I don't know, you tell me.

Officer Lauren Cooper:
No, 'cause I'm pretty sure that issuing a summons to some guy smoking dope in the park is exactly what a cop is supposed to do.

Danny Messer:
You want to tell that to the units that are forced to cover our sector while we're single-handedly taking down drug cartels, half a roach at a time?

Officer Lauren Cooper:
So, what, next time I just pretend like I didn't see it?

Danny Messer:
No, next time you stop and you think. And you use your training and discretion to determine what's the best use of your time and that of your supervising officer. This uniform you're wearing makes you accountable for your actions. And mine makes me responsible for fifteen officers, and when they mess the bed, that's my problem. Because of your decision, we're sitting here paper-jockeying vouchers instead of being out there on our shift where the real criminals are. That means overtime, and that I might not see my kid and my wife tonight.

Officer Lauren Cooper:
I didn't consider all that.

Danny Messer:
Next time you will.

[Danny signs the paperwork]

Danny Messer:
Run this over to the property clerk. I'll see you outside.

Officer Lauren Cooper:
Right.

[Cooper leaves; Danny notices Mac nearby and laughs to himself]

Danny Messer:
Go ahead, Mac, say it. Tell me I handled that wrong and I got a lot to learn before I become a good boss.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I think you handled that like a seasoned pro, Danny. I think you're already a good boss.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Michelle and Nicole's biggest mistake wasn't stealing a car, it was stealing the wrong car. Crossing Janos put a target on their backs.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Stay with me, Don.

[on their way to a crime scene]

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
It's quite a shindig.

Detective Don Flack:
Sunday block parties. Springtime in New York City.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Right in the middle of the street, huh?

Detective Don Flack:
What do they have up in Montana?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Wyoming.

Ellen Fielding:
Laptops were stolen from an agency car two weeks ago.

[Mac scoffs in disbelief]

Ellen Fielding:
Maybe we could jam the phone somehow, close down the system?

Det. Mac Taylor:
It's too late for that; we have a little under ninety minutes. By the time we close down every phone, every radio, every walkie-talkie...

Ellen Fielding:
We can close down secure networks.

Det. Mac Taylor:
It's not about the networks! Anyone can return a page! There are eight million New Yorkers, six million cell phones, any one of which could trigger the next bomb!

Rikki Sandoval:
He's been up since 5:30.

Detective Danny Messer:
I got in at 5:30.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[seeing Danny at work] Thought I told you to take some time off?

Detective Danny Messer:
[remorseful] Oh, yeah, you did. I just don't wanna go home. 'Cause when I go walking down that hallway now I'm... not gonna hear the kid laughing on the other side of the walls, you know. Crying when he doesn't wanna go to bed. I'm just afraid I'm gonna miss him.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[finding out about Ruben, referring to Danny] I'm not very good at this kind of thing. What should I say to him?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Just tell him that you're not very good at this kind of thing.

Detective Don Flack:
Stop, Drop and Roll! You son of a b*tch!

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I am suspicious about everything and sure of nothing.

Det. Don Flack:
This city's full of nuts

Det. Mac Taylor:
And that's why we're scientists.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Guess you didn't grew up with hardwood floors.

Danny Messer:
No, I didn't actually. Bronx marble.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
What's that?

Danny Messer:
It's linoleum.

[after Lindsay had removed her boots upon entering, Danny looks at her, confused]

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Guess you didn't grow up on hardwood floors.

Danny Messer:
No, I didn't actually. Bronx marble.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
What's that?

Danny Messer:
It's linoleum.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
It's a to-do list for tomorrow. If you're going to kill yourself, why spend time planning to pay bills and do laundry?

Harry Ellis:
So it'll probably be around a whole week or so before they can list the apartment on the market?

Det. Don Flack:
Yeah we usually don't let the realtor show a place until we get the stink of death out of the carpeting.

[Don leaves to go back to the victim's apartment]

Harry Ellis:
Well, just thought I'd ask. And the attitude is unnecessary!

[Flack turns around and gives Harry a dirty look]

[Standing in the doll hospital]

Detective Kaile Maka:
Never broke an arm off your G.I. Joe?

Danny Messer:
Yeah, but I did it on purpose, casualty of war.

Don Flack:
[Mac arrives at the crime scene] Hope you skipped breakfast.

Mac Taylor:
That bad?

Don Flack:
Worse.

Don Flack:
Turns out Richards was a rising star on the cage fighting circuit.

Mac Taylor:
I've seen a few matches. That's a brutal sport.

Don Flack:
It's an excuse for two grown men to legally beat the bloody pulp out of each other.

Mac Taylor:
So you're not a fan?

Don Flack:
I didn't say that.

Don Flack:
[after tackling a murder suspect] Why do they always run?

Danny Messer:
I dunno. Must be brain damage.

Mac Taylor:
Threats, intimidation, harassment - you're nothing but a coward.

Aaron Collins:
You don't know anything about me.

Mac Taylor:
I know you terrorized Ryan Richards and his wife for years. I also know you weren't man enough to take credit for it.

Mac Taylor:
Did you send this?

Aaron Collins:
It was just a picture.

Mac Taylor:
"Savor the victory now, 'cause you'll be dead by morning." That's more than a picture, that's a death threat.

Adam Ross:
Mac. Look, I know I've called you a genius before, but this time, I really mean it.

Mac Taylor:
Why is that?

Adam Ross:
Ryan Richards tried to contact his wife.

Mac Taylor:
How?

Adam Ross:
As you expected, he's smart enough to know that we'd be monitoring phone calls and e-mails, so he tried a more antiquated form of communication.

Mac Taylor:
The U.S. Postal Service.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I was just wondering. When you were making all those arrests, locking up bad guys, were you imagining a day when you'd be so busy kissing the Chief of Detective's ass you wouldn't remember what it was like to be a cop?

Insp. Stanton Gerrard:
You son of a b*tch. I don't deserve that. You know I'm here because...

Detective Mac Taylor:
You don't have to explain it Inspector, I get it. You're just a puppet. I'll take my case to the badge that pulls the strings.

[discussing the victim dressed as an angel, who fell through the roof of a church]

Detective Don Flack:
No ID on the vic. Could be a Michael or Gabriel. They say it's tough to make it in Manhattan... Heaven must be brutal.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Yeah.

Detective Don Flack:
Still checking missing persons... and Nostradamus.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
What about this website. It's encouraging kids to hurt themselves. That can't be legal.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Contests aren't against the law. Neither is stupidity or bad judgement.

Danny Messer:
It's nice, ain't it though? Bein' cooperative?

John McEnroe:
[shrugs] It ain't bad.

[Mac storms out of his disciplinary hearing]

Det. Don Flack:
Did you just walk out?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Apparently I'm the kind of person who just does whatever he wants, why disappoint them?

[after getting dirt on his boss, which forces him to back off the investigation into Mac and how Clay Dobson ended up falling from a roof where he was with Mac]

Det. Mac Taylor:
[smirks] You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this politics stuff.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Do you remember your first collar?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Oh, yeah.

[Stella snickers]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
A shoplifter on 43rd and Eigth Avenue. This guy took one of those "I Love New York" t-shirts from the souvenir shop. It was the proudest moment in my life.

[Stella laughs]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Two days later, I arrested him again in the same store.

Clay Dobson:
I cut off their eyelids. So they'd have to look at me while they died! Okay?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Now you're going to look at me when you die.

Detective Don Flack:
[discussing Detective Jessica Angell's upbringing] Four older brothers and a detective sergeant for a father? Did your old man dust you for prints when you got home from a date?

Detective Jessica Angell:
Well, if it was up to them, I wouldn't have known boys existed until I was twenty-one.

Detective Don Flack:
I'm sure the boys knew you existed.

Detective Jessica Angell:
Was that a line, Flack? Did you just bust out your game on me?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I think somebody's following me.

Detective Mac Taylor:
What makes you think that?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I'm hearing footsteps and seeing shadows and glimpses of something or someone and - [sighs] Look, I know this sounds crazy but I really feel like I'm being watched.

Detective Mac Taylor:
This is at your place?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
No. No, actually it's, uh, as I go into work, twice on the subway, while I was shopping today.

Detective Mac Taylor:
When did this start?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Uh, about a week ago. I first felt it when I dropped off your birthday gift at your place.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Well, I'll assign a patrol unit. We'll have some guys outside your place.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
No, no that's not necessary.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Mac's phone rings] Taylor. Okay. [He hangs up] A homocide on Lafayette. Come on, I'll drop you off at home, it's on the way.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Nah, no, it's okay. I wanna enjoy every last minute of my day off. Just telling you makes me feel a lot better, okay?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Okay, I'll call ya. [He leaves]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[about to perform an "autopsy" on a giant, inflated Nutcracker balloon] This job is never boring.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I'm just asking questions, Don.

Detective Don Flack:
No, you're not just asking questions, Mac. Come on, I know you. You wouldn't be here talking to me if you hadn't already tracked the chain of custody, checked with property, and called the DEA agents. And let me tell you something, cocaine from that raid wouldn't last six months on the street. So what is this? My interrogation?

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're overreacting.

Detective Don Flack:
Well maybe I am, but let me save you a little bit of time - none of my guys took a thing.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You can't be sure of that. You weren't there. You just said you didn't remember.

Detective Don Flack:
It didn't happen, Mac.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're listed on the DD5 as the recorder on the scene. You had to take everything down in your memo book - every detective who was there, who searched the room, who found the drugs.

Detective Don Flack:
You askin' me for it?

Detective Mac Taylor:
You can check your notes or you can let me do it.

Detective Don Flack:
Is this official business?

Detective Mac Taylor:
It's a request, from a friend.

Detective Don Flack:
Then I'm gonna have to think about it. [He walks away]

Adam Ross:
Hey guys.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Adam.

Adam Ross:
Hey Danny, you remember that rust stuff you found in the alley?

Detective Danny Messer:
Rust stuff? Rust stuff? You respect the time it took me to collect that, at least call it "trace."

Adam Ross:
Okay. Contained traces of molasses and non-human blood. Bear blood to be exact.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
What?

Adam Ross:
North American Grizzly Bear. But, but there's more. The blood on this rock is a match to Cyrus Menlo, but it's also a match to the blood found on these leaves.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Both human blood, right?

Adam Ross:
Right. [Holds the two leaves up] But you put them together like this and shazam.

Detective Danny Messer:
You got one leaf - with a hole in the middle of it.

Adam Ross:
A hole probably made from a spike or something with a jagged edge. Right, huh, you see where I'm going here?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Bear blood, molasses, leaves with human blood on them, a spike and a jagged edge, you're talking bear traps.

Adam Ross:
Yes, you win the washer and dryer.

Detective Danny Messer:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, help me out here. You're telling me Cyrus Menlo was caught in a bear trap?

Adam Ross:
Yeah.

Detective Danny Messer:
You're crazy.

Adam Ross:
It's the only conclusion we can arrive at with this evidence.

Detective Danny Messer:
So Tanaka sets the bear trap, leads Cyrus Menlo down the alley, Tanaka goes into the warehouse...

Adam Ross:
- Bang bang, Tanaka gets shot. Cyrus walks out, steps in the trap while Tanaka bleeds to death inside the warehouse. Moral of the story, alright: stick with bowling. What up? [He and Danny fist bump]

Adam Ross:
Check this out. [He puts a slide under the microscope] Alright, look, look. It's a piece of the moon. A moon rock. Yeah, this rock is, is from the moon.

Detective Danny Messer:
From the moon?

Adam Ross:
Outer space.

Detective Danny Messer:
Get outta here. Wow. How did a piece of the moon end up in the alley?

Adam Ross:
I-I don't know. This stuff is illegal to have and somebody went through a lot of trouble to get it. I mean I've seen this stuff listed on eBay before, you know, and most of it isn't real, but if it is short of going to the moon they would have had to steal from NASA.

Detective Danny Messer:
Something happened in that alley and I don't think it had anything to do with what happened in the warehouse.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Don.

Detective Don Flack:
Hey.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You know why I'm here.

Detective Don Flack:
Do you care about the consequences?

Detective Mac Taylor:
I know this isn't easy for you.

Detective Don Flack:
I'm not talking about me, Mac. I'm talking about the hundred of arrests this cop was involved in, the thugs who are going to be screaming for an appeal because his credibility's in question, and the ones who are going to go free despite the fact they're guilty and he did everything by the book. I'm talking about child molesters, rapists, murderers.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Kym Tanaka's shooter stepped over his body and collected shell casings. He stuck his fingers into the victim's shoulder wound to retrieve a bullet all to save his own ass. He was there to sell drugs, poison, that destroys families, creates addicts out of babies in the womb, and accounts for twenty-three percent of the murders in this city. Don't make me subpena your memo book, Don. [Flack throws him the memo book. Mac walks away, stops, and turns back to Flack] The consequences I care about are the cops who never cross the line who now have to face critisim on suspicion because one of their own forgot the oath we took. Whichever one of these guys is found guilty I hope he goes away for a very long time because he disrespected the badge that you and I wear.

[Danny is holding Lindsay in his arms for an experiment]

Danny Messer:
Look, you promised me drinks for this, but I think I'm gonna need some dinner too.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
I'm not going to give you anything if you don't get going. Make tracks, cowboy.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Betrayal is the oldest motive for murder in the book.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I think the Italians got it right. Live to eat, not eat to live.

Detective Danny Messer:
That's what I'm talking about.

[Detective Taylor explains to Detective Hawkes that a potato chip bag caused the blaze, a known trick for defrauding auto insurance companies]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Who uses snack food to start a fire in an apartment?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Don't quote me on this, Lindsay, but sometimes...

[Mac lifts the decapitated head of their victim off the neck]

Detective Mac Taylor:
...not everything's connected.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[about their victim] His name is Jared Stanton. He lives at 73rd Street and Park Avenue.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You can just say "73rd and Park." New Yorkers know what you mean.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You know what's great about the San Gennaro Festival?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hmm. The constant throng of rubberneckers or the fact that your crime scene is already contaminated before you get the call?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[pointing to a food cart] The cannolis.

Don Flack:
Computer Crimes tracked down James Walker's Internet records. He was online five minutes after someone called in the fire. Guess what he was doing?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Playing chess.

Don Flack:
How'd you do that?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[indicating the evidence on the table] Plaque, chess pieces.

Don Flack:
How do you leave a ten year old alone?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Mom had to work.

Don Flack:
Kids don't even need to look for trouble to find it.

Detective Danny Messer:
[showing Mac and Stella evidence photos] The fiber you found from the katana sword, Mac; fiber I pulled from Greg Thompson's overcoat. They match.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Where in the overcoat did you find the fiber?

Detective Danny Messer:
From a one-inch slice inside the lining, waist-high. The last two calls on Greg Thompson's cell phone were to Jared Stanton.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
All right, we know why Jared was in the park. Greg lured him there.

Detective Danny Messer:
Icing on the cake: found bark from the tree at the scene of the crime on the seat of his overcoat.

Detective Mac Taylor:
That explains why Jared Stanton never moved. He didn't know Greg was already there. The head never came off. One cut, one kill... matching the angle of the cut on Jared Stanton's neck, moving from low to high.

Detective Danny Messer:
Bingo. We know Greg Thompson killed Jared Stanton.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Great. We've got our murderer. Now we just have to prove who murdered him.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Never seen a personal collection like this.

Paul Martin:
These are decorative artifacts.

Detective Mac Taylor:
They're deadly artifacts. The kama. When farmers were forbidden to own weapons, they developed this from a sickle used to cut rice. Increased curvature of the blade means more cutting power to remove limbs. The fighting fan. Carried in ancient times by female courtesans. Blades were inserted in the tips, which could be used to sever the jugular vein. Chinese spear. The red horse hair below the blade is used to distract an opponent.

Paul Martin:
You know your weapons.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Because they help me know my killers.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
He wasn't beaten to death?

Dr. Evan Zao:
That's just salt in the wound. Punches all came after the fact. They're postmortem. But this...

[holding up a wood splinter]

Dr. Evan Zao:
...pierced the sinoatrial node, disrupting his heart's electrical impulses. It's your murder weapon.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
It's inconsistent with the evidence we found at the scene.

Dr. Evan Zao:
Maybe San Gennarro wasn't the main event for this guy.

[owner previously told detectives about a wild martial arts fight in her billiards hall]

Detective Danny Messer:
I cannot believe the evidence is gonna back the pool lady's story, but it was a perfect tread impression on that ceiling.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
And the killer splinter came from this cue.

Detective Danny Messer:
So we're looking for a combination of Spider-Man and Minnesota Fats.

[Note:
"Minnesota Fats" is nickname used by both a fictional and a real pool hustler]

Dr. Evan Zao:
The killer must have put the head back on. Dried blood around the wound might explain how he kept his head on straight.

Detective Mac Taylor:
What can you tell me about the murder weapon?

Dr. Evan Zao:
Basically transected everything. There's a slight angle to the cut, moving from right on the lower side to higher on the left.

Detective Mac Taylor:
This is clean.

Dr. Evan Zao:
Clean doesn't begin to describe it. I mean, there's no hack marks, no stutter marks, no evidence of an electric blade. There's no trace in the wound track.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Very few weapons could make a cut like this.

Dr. Evan Zao:
Yeah. Did you find any guillotines at the crime scene?

Donovan Tracy:
I didn't do nothin'!

Detective Don Flack:
Yes you did! You got steak sauce on my shoe!

Aiden Burn:
NYPD. Crime Scene Investigators.

Shop-keeper:
You people deal with rats?

Aiden Burn:
Only when they have eaten our evidence.

[searching for the rat that ate their evidence]

Detective Mac Taylor:
They're creatures of habit, Aiden. They usually stay within sixty-five feet of their nests. Rats tend to hug the walls and travel the same path back to home. This alley, all this food and garbage, is a four-star cruise to the Bahamas for them.

Aiden Burn:
I take it there were a lot of rats in Chicago?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[smiling] It's too windy.

[extracting their bullet from a dead rat]

Aiden Burn:
Couldn't we get Dr. Hawkes to do this?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Sheldon draws the line at rodents.

[Detective Mac Taylor has just caught Calvin Montgomery for murder]

Calvin Montgomery:
[who doesn't know that the bullet in his victim was eaten by a rat] Hey, tell me something. Who ratted me out?

[Examining a victim in autopsy]

Sheldon Hawkes:
What we thought were track marks are... bites. Face, arms, and legs were the appetizers. The gunshot wound was the main course.

Detective Mac Taylor:
And the dinner guest?

Sheldon Hawkes:
This is where the story gets tasty... Rattus norvegicus.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're telling me a rat ate the bullet?

Sheldon Hawkes:
That was dessert.

Det. Mac Taylor:
So she came in with the sheets? Where'd they come from?

Det. Don Flack:
Hotels. Don't worry there's only about seventy thousand hotels in this town.

Tom Martin:
There are a lot of men in this country who look like me. Average.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Don't sell yourself short. You're unique. Or at least your blood is.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
What do you do when you can't sleep?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Work.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
No, I mean, what do normal people do when they can't sleep?

["Roofies" is a date-rape drug that causes a person to pass out]

Det. Don Flack:
What do you need roofies for, anyway?

Tony Garcia:
I have a sleep disorder.

Det. Don Flack:
You provide security. It's your job to stay awake.

Danny Messer:
[seeing Aiden dressed to go out] Whoa, check you out. You're lucky you and I work together, you know that?

Aiden Burn:
Keep dreaming, Messer. I mean, you're cute, but I'm way out of your league.

[the suspect, Robert Costa, is a trade representative from Tescara, a small island in the Atlantic]

Robert Costa:
I'm as American as you are. Andover, Columbia undergrad, and a master's from Yale.

Det. Don Flack:
Yeah? Guess what? Where I come from, still makes you a foreigner.

[to Robert Costa, found "Not Guilty" of a previous murder and now a suspect in their current case]

Det. Don Flack:
Is this a great country or what? I mean, back in '94, you're hangin' with your boys at a dorm, and now look at you. Ten years and two murders later, you're working with the U.N.

[Tom Martin works as the driver for a trade delegation headed by Robert Costa, who has been a suspect in two murder cases. Martin acted to exonerate his boss both times]

Tom Martin:
Innocent until proven guilty. It's still the basis of your legal code.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
And what's your code? Protect Robert Costa no matter what he does?

Tom Martin:
You're mistaking my loyalty for dishonesty.

Det. Mac Taylor:
No. You're mistaking cowardice for loyalty.

Pavel Danshov:
A dead judge is bad for business. A crooked judge is much better.

Detective Don Flack:
Welcome to the end of the world as we know it.

Sheldon Hawkes:
Okay, so given the hair and the emptied jewelry box, we're thinking the bedroom was the primary crime scene.

Mac Taylor:
Which makes the thief our prime suspect.

Danny Messer:
This guy goes around to parties that explode on the internet. He cleans out their valuables and he leaves behind these hashtags. The riot at the apartment building in the East Village last year - he was there. Viral party in Murray Hill...

Mac Taylor:
Where the invite got hacked and went out to 10,000 kids?

Danny Messer:
1,000 showed up. He got in, stole half the family's art collection. Nobody saw a thing. Cocky son of a b*tch thinks he's smarter than we are.

Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah, well let's hope he's not. I'm on his blog, Words R Dead. "Hemingway would starve today", "You can't get published anymore because nobody reads."

Mac Taylor:
So he's a frustrated writer stealing to pay rent?

Sheldon Hawkes:
He left his calling card; maybe he's stealing to get fame.

Mac Taylor:
But Libby walked in on him. If he got caught, he could kiss his viral fifteen minutes goodbye.

Sheldon Hawkes:
He's been leaving these tags all over Brooklyn and Manhattan. What, somebody has to die before we get the guy?

Mac Taylor:
All the precincts probably weren't communicating and didn't connect the dots. On their to-do list, I'm sure. Plus, we have Adam.

Adam Ross:
[entering] Found him!

Mac Taylor:
See?

Mac Taylor:
Libby had three of these necklaces in her jewelry box. She was wearing a fourth, probably placed there by her killer, and now five.

Jo Danville:
Mac, what are we missing? Is this some kind of dead pool game?

Danny Messer:
It's actually worse than that. We got subpoenas for Libby's blog and Facebook, so I went through the tiers of her friends to see if I could track the original source of the invitation to last night's party. I found one of her private groups. She sent this out to them.

[Danny shows Mac and Jo a website called "Cherry Bomb"]

Jo Danville:
What the hell is this?

Danny Messer:
This is a game. You single out a virgin in the school and seduce her into believing that she's popular. The girls give her a kind of makeover, they take her to a party, they give her a few drinks, and, uh... a guy, a guy takes her virginity.

Jo Danville:
Okay, this is the most disgusting thing I've heard in a long time.

Danny Messer:
Yeah. According to the postings, the guys who take the girl's virginity are in Libby's private group, and one of the more active ones is Jake Bennett.

Mac Taylor:
Libby's boyfriend?

Jo Danville:
Erin Watson. That's the same girl in the photo from the party. I can't believe what I'm looking at, this is so cruel.

Mac Taylor:
These symbols, what do they represent?

Danny Messer:
A score. After the guys, you know, uh... the girls get graded. Look here. She had "some interesting moves for a novice." That earned her four cherries for performance.

Mac Taylor:
One of the most private, intimate moments of a girl's life. Jake not only steals it from her, he debases the experience.

Danny Messer:
Not Jake. It's Libby. Jake and the guys give her the information, then she does her thing- gives a girl marks for her, uh, body, the way she smells, the things that she said during the act, and then, uh, she... sends it out to her group of friends.

Jo Danville:
Okay, so the necklaces in her jewelry box - those were tokens given to the girls, kind of like a scarlet letter?

Mac Taylor:
And whoever has one of those necklaces has a good motive for revenge.

[Danny walks into the crime lab, free of his cane]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hey. On your own two feet and looking good, Messer.

Detective Danny Messer:
Not bad, huh? First the wheelchair, now no more cane. Done.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Yeah. You know, that was one of the scariest moments, and I'll never forget it when you said you couldn't move your legs.

Detective Danny Messer:
When I saw the blood on my hands, I mean, I thought that was it.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Yeah, well, it wasn't your time.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah, let's go with that. So what's up with this thing this morning? I mean, this guy's on a boat full of people. What's he going to do, swim to London?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Well, been better off just to swim directly to Rikers.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah. I mean, I'm not complaining, you know. Slam dunk and a suicide? Easiest stretch we had in a while.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Yeah. I can always use the overtime, but having dinner at a normal hour tonight sounds great.

[both Stella and Danny's cell phones ring]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Sid.

Detective Danny Messer:
Mac.

Detective Stella Bonasera, Detective Danny Messer:
You jinxed it.

Detective Mac Taylor:
How are you with reverse engineering?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I don't like the sound of this.

Jules Roday:
I already told you.

Det. Don Flack:
Tell me again.

Jules Roday:
I'm not an idiot. You want me to tell you again because you think I'm gonna say something different.

Det. Don Flack:
You're only gonna say something different if you're lying.

Jules Roday:
Well, I'm not.

Det. Don Flack:
Well, then this should be easy.

Jules Roday:
[sigh] We went to a vintage clothing store on St. Marx. Billy wanted to get a gray jacket exactly like the one Tom Cruise had in the movie.

Det. Don Flack:
What time was that? Be specific.

Jules Roday:
He didn't do it. He doesn't have it in him to do something like this.

Det. Don Flack:
Okay, Jules, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: everyone has it in them to do something like this. Everyone.

Jules Roday:
No. Not Billy.

Det. Don Flack:
How long you been going out?

Jules Roday:
Five months.

Det. Don Flack:
Five months? I usually like to wait at least... six months before I can attest to somebody's lack of homicidal tendencies.

Jules Roday:
You're kind of a b*tch, you know that?

Detective Danny Messer:
[at a bloody murder scene] Remember what I said about having a son?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Yeah.

Detective Danny Messer:
Never mind. I'm good.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Start from the outside in?

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah. We got to eliminate any prints left by the first officers and the EMTs.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
And Mac. And be honest - if that was you who responded to the scene, would you have known to try and get an ID by asking her to move her finger up and down?

Detective Danny Messer:
Probably not. I guess that's why he's the boss, huh?

Jo Danville:
Is the mother gonna make it?

Detective Mac Taylor:
She's not conscious yet, but the doctors say she'll pull through. It's nothing short of a miracle. I've never seen anyone take a beating like that and survive.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[to Vivian Claven] You know, bruises age in a very specific way. First they're red, the color of the blood underneath. A day later, they darken to a bluish-purple. Then they turn green, then they fade to a yellowish-brown. Yours is just black. Too black. Wipe it off!

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
You know I've never been fishing, never even thought about trying. Seems kind of boring.

Detective Danny Messer:
Until you hook something. I went fishing with my old man once on a pier near Battery Park. I caught the sweetest striped bass, must have weighed close to thirty pounds.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Did you eat it?

Detective Danny Messer:
Threw it back! Would you eat anything that came out of the Hudson?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Good point.

[Detective Monroe explains to Detective Taylor about trace evidence taken from victim]

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
This gel was found on Harold Claven's neck...

[Taylor makes a face as Monroe smears some of the gel on him]

Det. Mac Taylor:
Now it's on my lip. What is it?

Don Flack:
[about playing the lottery] All it takes is a dollar and a dream.

[Beat cop pressures new detective Lindsay Monroe to release the crime scene]

Officer Murphy:
Hey, Dorothy, we gonna process or what? Commuters are piling up.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
First off, Officer Murphy, I'm from Montana, not Kansas.

Detective Mac Taylor:
So let me get this straight. People take the time to put down their darkest secrets and then they send them to someone they don't even know. Two questions: why and... why?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[simply] They say confession is good for the soul.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
You remember yesterday when you asked me if I wanted to break some rules? I do now.

Detective Danny Messer:
You want to break some rules?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[fed up] Come on! You gotta be kidding me! [putting her head in her hands as Messer and Flack enter] Whose stupid idea was this?

Detective Danny Messer:
Yours!

Ella McBride:
You always so confident and sure of everything?

Detective Mac Taylor:
99.2% of the time.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're aware of the consequences of what you're about to do?

Deborah Carter:
Yes. I imagine that this is every detective's dream.

Detective Don Flack:
Every detective's dream is have people stop killing each other.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[picking Danny up from physical therapy] So what was that?

Detective Danny Messer:
What?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Danny, you got to try *way* harder if you're going to get up out of this chair.

Detective Danny Messer:
Doc, you know what? I got a policy, buddy. I don't take advice unless I ask for it.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah, well I've got a policy, too. I'm always up front with my friends. And with an injury like yours, you should have been up out of that chair weeks ago. You're not pushing yourself.

Detective Danny Messer:
[offended] You kidding me? I'm gonna give you five minutes of the pain that I feel every time I take a step.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Danny, I treated hundreds of trauma patients that would trade places with you in a minute.

Detective Danny Messer:
Look... you came here to take me to work, right? Let's go.

[Danny starts to roll his wheelchair forward, but Hawkes stops him]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
There's a fireman that came into Emergency one day. Big, strong guy, huh? Just hit a walk-off home run at the department softball game. Rounded the bases, crossed home plate, his whole team piled on top of him in celebration. Broke his back. I never met anybody with a heart like this guy. It took a lot of sweat and pain and perseverance, but eventually, yeah, he walked again.

Detective Danny Messer:
Is that the end of that story?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
He said "Pain is the payment for each precious thing." Try harder, Danny.

Sally Anderson:
I wasn't a perfect mom, but... I tried my best.

Det. Don Flack:
Well, your best must have been pretty damn good. I heard Craig was at the top of his class.

Det. Don Flack:
Mrs. Anderson, we're going to find the guy who murdered your son.

Sally Anderson:
That's not going to bring him back, is it?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Significant blood loss. Couldn't have gone far. She was murdered right here on the school grounds.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Is that an ass print?

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
You were a cheerleader?

Jo Danville:
Don't act like you weren't.

Detective Danny Messer:
[processing their crime scene] You got a hall pass, young lady?

[Jo casually flashes her badge]

Detective Danny Messer:
All right, that'll do.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Where'd you go after your biology class yesterday, Emmy?

Emmy Thomas:
I don't remember.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Let me help you remember. You were hiding in the bathroom.

Emmy Thomas:
How do you know that?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
We found your shoe prints on a toilet seat.

Detective Mac Taylor:
It's the same bathroom where Olivia Prescott was murdered.

Emmy Thomas:
You can't connect my shoe print to the bathroom without a practical reference, which I never gave you.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Mr. Booker told us about the joke with the scorpion.

Emmy Thomas:
He did?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah. Traces of scorpion intestinal tract were in the tread pattern we lifted from the toilet seat.

Detective Mac Taylor:
He also mentioned this wasn't the first time you were singled out by your classmates.

Emmy Thomas:
Why would he tell you that?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Did Olivia ever single you out?

Emmy Thomas:
No.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Embarrass you in front of your peers?

Emmy Thomas:
What do you care?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Care? Because Olivia's dead. We just want answers.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're a good friend, Stella Bonasera.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[smiling] And don't you forget that.

Detective Danny Messer:
What's the deal with your funny money?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
The value of the fake dollar just went up.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I've had some bad sex but nothing that would warrant killing the guy.

Adam Ross:
[Adam is waiting in Mac's office when he enters] Was it, um, the paper airplanes or, or the dancing? It was the dancing, wasn't it? I mean, I, I, don't have to dance and look I know I say "What up" a lot and I'll definitely limit the number of times that I say it, but you just need to tell me, Boss, what I need to do and what I don't need to do and I'll do it or I won't do it, you know, 'cause this...

Detective Mac Taylor:
[interrupting] Adam, Adam, take a breath. What are you talking about?

Adam Ross:
You don't know?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Know what?

Adam Ross:
Um, you're letting me go. [Hands Mac a paper] In a month. I got one month left. You don't happen to know anyone who's looking for a dedicated yet quirky yet, uh, devastatingly handsome lab geek, do ya? 'Cause I could...

Detective Mac Taylor:
This isn't about your job performance, Adam. I knew there'd be cuts. You're just a low man on the totem pole carved by people trying to justify their jobs.

Adam Ross:
For what it's worth, sir, it means a lot knowing that the decision didn't come from you.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're not going anywhere. I'll take care of this. Go back to work.

Detective Danny Messer:
[Enters Mac's office] Yo, Boss.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Danny, what's up?

Detective Danny Messer:
I put in for that vacation next month.

Detective Mac Taylor:
That's right, the, uh, trip to Costa Rica.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah, Costa Rica. Well it fell through, so you can put me back on the schedule, alright?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Alright, I'll do that. Just let me know when you wanna take the time.

Detective Danny Messer:
Alright, thanks. [Leaves the office]

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[Enters Mac's office] Mac. Hey. Remember that wedding in Italy I told you about in March?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Girlfriend from college?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Very good. Well, they decided to postpone. So.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You want back on the schedule?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Yeah.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Suspicious look] No problem.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Thanks. [Leaves the office]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[Enters Mac's office] Hey Mac.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Hold on. Don't tell me. Trip to San Francisco in January?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah. Turns out San Francisco is closed in January. Strangest thing.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Smiling] Get out of here. Go home. [Hawkes leaves and Stella enters] I should've known you'd orchestrate something like this.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
It's only temporary. Everybody giving up a week of paid vacation for Adam buys him a little time.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Department doesn't just transfer vacation days. How'd you do it?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I've a friend at the Union who has a friend in the City Council who has a friend who has a friend.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Well you're a good friend, Stella Bonasera.

Detective Mac Taylor:
And don't you forget that.

Detective Mac Taylor:
So what about Buenos Aires?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Would of been a good trip.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
COD is exsanguination. Fatal gunshot was here to the carotid artery. Second shot pierced her deltoid here.

[Stella smirks]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
What?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
It amazes me how just on instinct, you know which shot was first.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[pointing to the body] Well, this is her bloody hand print, and it appears that she grabbed her shoulder in pain.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hmm. And in order to transfer the blood, she had to already be bleeding.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Exactly. Now, I'm brilliant, but sometimes I get a little help.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I've eluded death on many occasions, but this time it was different. It was staring me right in the eyes.

Det. Don Flack:
[to a repeat offender] You don't call, you don't write. I'm beginning to think you're seeing other detectives!

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
[eating bugs] It's just protein.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Told you she would do it.

Danny Messer:
All right, all right! Here you go! [hands Mac money]

Tony Collins:
[holds up a bowl of live centipedes, a delicacy] Want one?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[really grossed out] Uh, no, I ate already.

Tony Collins:
[nods sympathetically] They're not for everyone

Danny Messer:
I'm from the upper east side. [Messer takes one and eats it] .

Tony Collins:
Tastes like chicken, right?

Danny Messer:
No. [later]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[after Tony Collins walks away] I can't believe you just ate that!

Danny Messer:
[shrugs] Tasted like worms in a bottle of tequila.

Adam Ross:
The penal code is his personal to-do list. You name a section and he's violated it.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[to Jennifer Cooper, about her water pistol] You know you could have been killed waving this around?

Mac Taylor:
[a tech from the crime lab has been murdered] She was a white lab coat in my peripheral vision, handing me a note, or a result, and I probably mumbled "thank you" and didn't pay much attention. Feels like a missed opportunity.

Christine Whitney:
Well, a lot of people work in the lab, and you're a very busy man, Mac.

Mac Taylor:
True, but today... it just sounds like an excuse.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're a pimp.

Gus Stilton:
I'm an entrepreneur.

Detective Don Flack:
Running a food truck as a front for a prostitution ring makes you a criminal.

Detective Mac Taylor:
And blowing one of them up - that makes you a murderer.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I got the results of your latest drug test. Not high enough to trigger termination, but there are trace levels of cannabis in your bloodstream, Hawkes.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I swear to you, I wasn't using. It's nothing but second-hand exposure. Just bad luck. You gotta believe me.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Like I believe you when you call in sick? This isn't about bad luck, it's about bad choices.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I know. You're right, and I'm sorry. But Mac, sometimes I feel like this job dictates every single choice I make. I mean, other people get to leave their work at their office. They cut loose, have fun. But we're different. We do a lot of good, but sometimes it seems like that's all we're allowed to do.

Detective Mac Taylor:
That comes with the badge. Surely, Camille understands that.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah, she does. She does. But this is the first time in a long time I've had a relationship that's even worth getting into trouble over, you know?

Detective Mac Taylor:
There's no department policy against having a good time. But you need to be careful.

Jo Danville:
[in a graveyard at their crime scene] Not often you find a body where it actually belongs.

Jayden Prince:
...But somebody killed my twin, Dawg.

Det. Don Flack:
[pointing to himself] Detective.

Aiden Burn:
I'm on the toilet! Can you come here?

Aiden Burn:
[Aiden is explaining the term "grand master" to Mac] Yeah, like a deejay legend: Grand Master Flash or a Jam Master Jay. They paved the way for guys like 'Dre and Cube, Eminem and Jermaine Dupri. You like music like that?

Detective Mac Taylor:
I prefer Crunk myself.

Det. Don Flack:
Typical club death. 200 people inside, none of them saw anything.

Det. Don Flack:
Last time I checked, the murder weapon we confiscated didn't have cute little legs, walking around from toolbox to toolbox.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You should hear Aiden talk about this hip-hop world. Close your eyes, she sounds like Queen Latifah.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
How do you know about Queen Latifah?

Det. Don Flack:
George Thomas. Assault in the first degree. Aggravated assault in the second degree. Criminal possession of a weapon. I can go on, but I already read "War and Peace".

[Stella and Danny enter a restaurant where sushi is served on a naked woman]

Stella Bonasera:
Oh, that can't be sanitary.

Danny Messer:
Who cares if it's sanitary? I want to see the menu.

Kevin Vick:
[to Detective Aiden Burn] Damn, you fine. You ever wanna ditch that blue for this black, I'll lay you down anytime.

Danny Messer:
[about a New York restaurateur] So he's getting 500 bucks for a $25 piece of blowfish. God bless this city.

Madison Haynes:
[about internationally renowned fashion designer Deborah Gayle] Miss Gayle didn't have friends. She only had acquaintances she could control.

DJ Francais:
[who always answers "Oui" instead of "Yes"] What, am I under arrest?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Oui

[to Detective Sheldon Hawkes about little girl's teddy bear found at crime scene]

Det. Mac Taylor:
So did Franklin help out or did he lawyer up?

Danny Messer:
[looking at three trees lined up and noticing one is bent over] Guess which tree needs Viagra.

[Mac has shown Aiden an unsealed evidence packet]

Det. Mac Taylor:
There are three things that I'll protect at any cost: the honor of this country, the safety of this city, and the integrity of this lab. As scientists, we have a great deal of power, the ability to assign guilt or innocence. But when we analyze a crime scene, we collect pieces of evidence, we make a promise to the people of this city. A promise to handle that evidence with respect, integrity, and good faith. When you broke the seal, you broke that promise.

Detective Aiden Burn:
I didn't do it. I didn't plant the evidence. I wanted to. Man, I wanted to, but I couldn't go through with it. I knew I couldn't live with that.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Is it that you couldn't live with it, or you couldn't compromise the integrity of this office?

Detective Aiden Burn:
You know how much this place means to me, Mac. But that son of a b*tch raped Regina twice, and he's gonna get away with it twice?

Det. Mac Taylor:
And if the credibility of our findings is suspect, how many more do you think will walk? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? Truth is, Aiden, I can't have someone like that working in this lab. You're fired.

Detective Aiden Burn:
[handing over her badge] Truth is I can't do this anymore, Mac. I mean, I got to be honest with you. If somethin' like this ever happened again, I don't think I'd trust myself. And I'm sorry I let you down. Just do me a favor, huh? Catch this guy for Regina.

Det. Mac Taylor:
I will. This folder... will be right here on my desk till we get him.

Det. Mac Taylor:
It never ceases to amaze me how men of higher education can commit such... stupid crimes.

Detective Don Flack:
We got some whackadoo running around throwing acid in people's faces?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Not acid, lye.

Detective Don Flack:
Alright, well, I'll start with the nuts in this city and work my way up!

Det. Mac Taylor:
[to Dr. Stanley Thatcher] Your record is clean, but your partner has more flags than the UN building.

Det. Mac Taylor:
A crime in a crowd. Two thousand eyes, not one witness.

[Hawkes, formerly the medical examiner, is uneasy in his new position as a detective]

Det. Mac Taylor:
You on break?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I'm just taking five minutes to eat. That's allowed, isn't it?

Det. Mac Taylor:
[seriously] Eating is frowned upon, Hawkes.

[Hawkes quickly starts collecting his food and garbage]

Det. Mac Taylor:
[stopping him, smirking] Hey, I'm kidding.

[Det. John Scagnetti walks in carrying a pink purse]

Danny Messer:
Ooh, Detective Prada! That's a nice bag, matches your shoes perfectly.

Det. John Scagnetti:
You're a funny guy, Messer.

[victim, Evelyn Danner, was blind]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[to murderer] I didn't know Evelyn, but I have to give her credit for one thing. For not being able to see, she was able to see right through you.

[the leader of a "Cuddle Party" invites Messer to return anytime]

Danny Messer:
I don't cuddle.

Det. Mac Taylor:
This whole thing was an insurance scam.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Did you know rumor has it that Jennifer Lopez's ass is insured for one billion dollars?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Excuse me?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Five hundred million per cheek. They're her trade instruments, like a soccer player's legs or a model's face...

Det. Mac Taylor:
Or a surgeon's hands.

[riding with a burn victim to the ER, Hawkes inserts a catheter into his arm]

EMT:
You qualified to do that?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Five years in the ER. You want my r?sum? or you want my help?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
And what is your name, young lady?

Emily Dickerson:
Emily.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Did you lose this, Emily?

[Hawkes holds out a stuffed teddy bear]

Emily Dickerson:
Franklin!

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Can I ask you a big favor? Can I borrow Franklin for just a little while?

Emily Dickerson:
Why? Did you lose yours?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
No, but I think Franklin could help tell us who hurt your arm.

Emily Dickerson:
Yeah, he's pretty smart.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Well, he and I are gonna get along just fine, then.

Dr. Stanley Thatcher:
Plastic surgery is an inexact science. We try to make people into swans, but you can't always fix an ugly duckling.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[with Danny in their victim's apartment] Looks like she was one hell of artist. It's hard to believe she was blind. Such attention to detail, it's exquisite.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hey.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Hey.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
You look serious.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Shut the door.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[closes Mac's office door] What's up?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Rape case Aiden's been working on - Regina Bowen. Rapist struck eighteen months ago.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Right. We never caught the guy, and ten days or so ago he raped again, same girl.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[handing Stella an evidence baggie] You notice anything... unethical about this?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Seal's broken. Oh, you don't think Aiden...

Det. Mac Taylor:
Seal's broken, Stella. She tampered with the evidence. Aiden is the only one on the case.

[Flack is questioning Melanie, a former patient of the victim, plastic surgeon Dr. Spencer Howard]

Melanie Hampton:
C'mon, you can say it. What household pet do I resemble?

Detective Don Flack:
C-cat?

Melanie Hampton:
I'd kill that man.

Detective Don Flack:
Spencer Howard, did this to you?

Melanie Hampton:
He kept telling me that he could fix it! I just went in there for a little eye lift, I look like a freakin' cat!

Detective Don Flack:
So you decided to get even.

[about Talmadge Neville]

Ronnie DeSoto:
He should be lying in an alley right now with a bullet between his eyes.

Detective Don Flack:
Excuse me?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
And how do you know that?

[DeSoto doesn't answer]

Detective Don Flack:
You were going to do him, weren't you? So what's your beef with Talmadge Neville?

Ronnie DeSoto:
Let's just say I'm a guy with a specific skill set. And I got the constitution to commit acts that other people don't have the courage to.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
You're a hit man.

Ronnie DeSoto:
I'm not familiar with that term.

Detective Don Flack:
Sorry. "Contract killer." Is that what you prefer to put on your business cards?

[after Ronnie DeSoto admits he doesn't accept contracts to kill women or children]

Detective Don Flack:
A hit man with a code of ethics. How noble.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
So, how's it feel? It's your last case, right? And then off to Montana.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
It feels pretty good.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Oh, I bet it does. No bodies at 3 a.m. No double shifts with no sleep, a slice of pizza on the run.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Constipation, swelling of the feet, help getting up from a chair, constant urination. Want to switch?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I already have all of that. I just want the time off.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[on Danny's impending fatherhood and his ambivalence to marrying the mother of his child] Danny, God brought you and Lindsay together. I believe that. And you have been blessed with a gift - the greatest gift that life has to offer. You can choose to live in a place of fear... or you can believe in the best version of yourself.

Detective Danny Messer:
[to Lindsay] How's Lucy?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
She's great. [pointing across to room across the hall] Her first visit to the lab is a big hit. [close up of people playing with and fussing over Lucy]

Detective Danny Messer:
What uh, what's Blake doing in there?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Oh, he's so good with babies. She adores him.

Detective Danny Messer:
No. She doesn't adore him. The only man in her life is me.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Oh...

Detective Danny Messer:
Hey, buddy! [knocks on glass wall] [to Blake] Don't you have some DNA to look at? [Lindsay chuckles in the background]

Adam Ross:
[Danny starts heading across the hall] Watch out, Blake, here comes daddy!

Detective Mac Taylor:
I've told parents about their dead or missing kids... more times than I can count. Hell, the first time was one time too many.

Detective Don Flack:
[at their crime scene] The driver of the car's name was... Dean Rovin. He was thirty-five years old. According to the first on scene, he was killed on impact. M.E.s just hauled the body out of here.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[noticing alcohol bottles scattered on the passenger side] Looks like he had a few for the road.

Detective Don Flack:
This was actually Dean's third and last DUI.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
So, this is a traffic accident. And we're here because...?

Detective Don Flack:
Think I'd call you all the way out here for a 10-99? Got my Mac on this morning.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Oh, is that anything like Spidey senses?

Detective Don Flack:
It's way more powerful.

[Stella laughs]

Detective Don Flack:
Take a look at those skid marks.

[Mac climbs onto a patrol car to get a better look]

Detective Mac Taylor:
Looks like the driver of this rig lost control and jumped the median.

Detective Don Flack:
And immediately fled the scene.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I can see doing that if you were driving under the influence.

Detective Don Flack:
Sure. Or if you recently committed murder.

[Flack leads Mac and Stella to an oil drum and shows them the body inside]

Detective Don Flack:
Were it not for that accident, we may never have found her.

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
I make a phone call.

Detective Don Flack:
Every time to the same number?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
Yes. Again, same number every time. I tell them what I need. I don't know how or who does it. A cooler is left for me at the clinic.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[showing Fuller a picture of Casey Steele] Is this the man that delivers the coolers?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
I told you, I don't see faces. They're just voices on a phone.

Detective Don Flack:
You must pay them.

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
Cash. In an envelope. Different post office box every time.

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah, okay, so what's going rate for a liver, Dr. Fuller?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
Depends.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Depends on whether your patients are desperate or not? The closer they are to death, the more they'll pay. Or is it the more you'll charge?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
I don't set the price.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
No, only for yourself, right? So tell me, doctor, how much do you get paid for turning a blind eye to the Hippocratic Oath?

[Fuller turns to look at Flack]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
No, look at me. I said look at me! The liver you transplanted today belonged to a healthy young woman who died to fill your pockets. Her name: Debbie Menzel.

[slapping pictures onto the table]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
And there are dozens more just like her. Their organs are being harvested in motel bathrooms and makeshift operating rooms. Young girls who are butchered and dumped on the side of the road. And you agreed to the oath, doctor, the covenant. "I will keep them from harm and injustice." Do you remember saying those words, huh? You stupid, greedy son of a b*tch.

Dr. Raymond Langston:
You know that the, uh, oldest projectile fired from a weapon was recorded in the fourth century in Japan? It was fired from a very crude handheld cannon that you lit with a wick. Its sole purpose was for taking life. Seems that after seventeen hundred years of evolution...

[pumps shotgun]

Dr. Raymond Langston:
...we haven't come very far, have we?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Everyone knows the tac plan. Target is armed and dangerous. I want ESU all over the playing field on this. Tight perimeter. We got air support on the way, but there are too many moving parts. So we got to move now.

Dr. Raymond Langston:
Remember, we have an innocent in the mix. One female, Madeline Briggs.

Detective Don Flack:
If this goes bad, she's a hostage. If it goes worse, she's collateral.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
So the killer got Fiona.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
And her little dog too.

Detective Danny Messer:
Toy stores and schools are the last places I want to be looking for a killer right now.

Det. Jessica Angell:
Did it sound like it came from the apartment across the hall?

Elliott Bevins:
I assumed it didn't.

Detective Danny Messer:
Why would you assume that?

Elliott Bevins:
Because I know my neighbor is out of town. He's in Boston.

Detective Danny Messer:
So you know D.J. Melvoy?

Elliott Bevins:
No.

Det. Jessica Angell:
But you just said he was in Boston.

Elliott Bevins:
No, I said my neighbor is in Boston.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah, D.J. Melvoy.

Elliott Bevins:
No.

Detective Danny Messer:
Whoa, whoa, who's on first here, huh? What's the name of the guy that lives across from you?

Elliott Bevins:
Justin McKinney.

Detective Don Flack:
I thought this was your night off.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[referring to Peyton at another crime scene] My dinner date dumped me for a dead body.

Danny Messer:
[angry] Mac, is this him, the scumbag that killed Aiden?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Danny, get out of here.

Danny Messer:
Just let me talk to him. Aww. I will get him to crack, I promise you that.

Det. Mac Taylor:
How? By tuning him up? Stella's got the case, she knows what to do!

Danny Messer:
This is Aiden! She's one of our own, Mac!

Det. Mac Taylor:
That's why we can't make any mistakes. We do this one by the book, understand?

Danny Messer:
[cooling down] Alright, I just wanted to help.

Det. Mac Taylor:
I know, me too

Det. Stella Bonasera:
This wasn't about torching a car.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
It was about hiding a body.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[after learning Aiden Burn was killed] We're gonna get the son of a b*tch who did this!

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
How well did you know her? Aiden.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Well enough to know that if one of us had been killed, she wouldn't sleep until the killer was caught.

[Don and Mac are talking about a dead Marine]

Detective Don Flack:
Unfortunately, lowlifes also know it's Fleet Week. Service men are easy targets because they're easy to spot.

Det. Mac Taylor:
A uniform isn't a bullseye. It's a badge of honor.

Detective Don Flack:
Once a Marine, always a Marine.

Det. Mac Taylor:
If you attack one of us, you've attacked us all.

Captain Flood:
A corps of well-trained Marines will kick the crap out of anyone else in the world.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
That woman burned beyond recognition in your car, was a *detective*!

Natalia Sanchez:
What I did may be against the law, but that doesn't mean it wasn't right.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[looking over the evidence with the head of the Spanish crime lab] I'm not quite sure what we're looking at here, but... I haven't seen anything to convince me it's murder.

Lori Mandel:
I'm three months pregnant. I don't want to die.

Det. Don Flack:
They came up here to do the nasty. Instead, they found the nasty.

[the team arrives to investigate a murder at a college fraternity party]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Witnesses? Sober ones anyway?

Det. Don Flack:
Nah. I waited for you to get here before I started my interviews, looking forward to that by the way. I swear to you, if one of them calls me "bro"...

[Don is questioning a fraternity member with alcohol bottles taped to his hands]

Frat Guy:
It's called "Edward-40-Hands", you know, like "Edward Scissor Hands", but with 40s.

Det. Don Flack:
Get out of here.

Frat Guy:
No serious, that's what they call it.

Det. Don Flack:
No, I mean get out of my face, I never want to see you again, go!

Frat Guy:
Whatever, bro.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
College tuition: $40,000. Room and Board: $10,000. Puking and passing out on your parent's dime: Priceless.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Did some research on the Hydra.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Whoa, research... you're Greek, don't you know all that stuff?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Even we Greeks have to brush up on our mythology once in a while.

John Hayes:
[to Mac and Danny] Alright, so you two are the smart cops.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah, somewhere along the way we learned to read.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[to Mac and Hawkes] The rawness of the flesh indicates she was alive during the beheading, but I bet she didn't feel a thing. Her blood alcohol level was 0.26 - blotto. The highest I've ever registered was 0.23, but that was in celebration of my first divorce. I fell down a flight of stairs, didn't feel a thing.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Prints were a bust. CODIS was about as helpful as FEMA.

Det. Vicaro:
[to Aiden and Danny who have just arrived at the crime scene] Hey, do you guys want to identify yourselves?

Danny Messer:
Excuse me?

Det. Vicaro:
I'm not recognizing faces, do you want to identify yourselves?

Danny Messer:
Who are you the crime scene troll? You want us to identify ourselves, you see the kits, you know who we are.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[about Hawkes who is coming to a scene where the victim has been flattened] Tell him to bring a spatula.

Danny Messer:
[finding a hair in a BDSM machine] Get that to Jane Parsons in DNA.

Aiden Burn:
All right.

Danny Messer:
[cracking a riding crop] Now!

[detectives go to question a crew of longshoremen]

Paul 'Tiny' Wojewedski:
Hey, don't keep 'em too long, okay? Don't wanna have to re-train 'em.

[a crime scene where nude victim was pinned against tree by a car]

Aiden Burn:
Maybe vehicular manslaughter followed by rape?

Sheldon Hawkes:
Got me curious as a cat in a fish house

Danny Messer:
The latex this body suit's made of holds prints like a sponge holds water. If you take the bottom, I'll take the top.

Aiden Burn:
No, I like being on top.

Danny Messer:
You're getting all freaky on me because we drew a bondage case?

Aiden Burn:
You wish.

Danny Messer:
[to husband of victim, both practiced sexual bondage] Power over someone in a submissive position can be quite a turn-on for a guy like you, huh, Ron?

Detective Don Flack:
[as Mac arrives at the crime scene] Hey Mac, bet you a cup of coffee this is the most interesting crime scene you'll go to all week.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You sound confident. Obviously, you know something I don't.

Detective Don Flack:
Do you want to tell him?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
No, please.

Detective Don Flack:
All right. If you had to guess, how old do you say our victim is?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Late 70s, early 80s maybe?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[with a "good guess" look] Hmm.

Detective Don Flack:
[after looks are exchanged between the three of them] Doc?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Mid-30s would be closer to the truth.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[scoffing] What?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah. And he's a woman.

[Hawkes pulls a rubber mask off the victim; Mac stares, dumbfounded]

Detective Don Flack:
[smirking] I like my coffee black, no sugar.

Detective Danny Messer:
[Adam is screwing around with aging software on a picture of Lindsay] Hey, come on. That's not right. Don't do that. Stop.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
What?

Detective Danny Messer:
He's just messing with the age-progression software.

[Lindsay walks around the table to look]

Detective Danny Messer:
I wouldn't look.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
[seeing a rendering of her as an old woman] Is that me?

[Adam and Danny both burst into laughter]

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
[shoving Danny] That's not funny!

Detective Danny Messer:
I didn't do it!

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Yeah, but you're laughing.

Detective Don Flack:
So I ran down all the information Garrity gave us on his wife. Her maiden name, Wescott, former addresses, her Social Security number. Either he's lying to us, or he doesn't know who he married.

Detective Mac Taylor:
She's not Renee Wescott?

Detective Don Flack:
No. Renee Wescott died twelve years ago.

FBI Agent Russ Josephson:
Quincy Willis was a master of disguise, proficient at identity theft, forgery, counterfeiting. One of the most notorious con artists on the Eastern seaboard. Old school.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[showing Russ a picture of their victim] This face look familiar to you?

FBI Agent Russ Josephson:
Got to be Quincy's daughter, Sabrina Willis. He taught her everything he knew.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
So why isn't she in any crime database?

FBI Agent Russ Josephson:
Took fifteen years for us to catch Quincy. He doesn't make the kind of mistakes that made it easy, you know.

Jo Danville:
And you're thinking like father, like daughter, she's picking up where Quincy left off.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Well, something got her murdered. This is Harvin Garrity. Married our vic six months ago.

FBI Agent Russ Josephson:
Nothing about him rings a bell. My guess is he's just another dupe.

Jo Danville:
Probably has money, and Sabrina's just stockpiling all she can for that retirement fund.

FBI Agent Russ Josephson:
Con artists aren't big savers. It's the pleasure of the game. It's an addiction. Look; this bundle of newspaper wrapped in rubber bands was Quincy's trademark.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Size and shape of money, roughly the same weight. Put real cash on the top and bottom, the rest is easy.

FBI Agent Russ Josephson:
If Sabrina Willis was working her magic in the city, I guarantee there's a collection of marks out there licking their wounds, sorry they ever met her.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Well, where are they? 'Cause we don't have a case file or a complaint or a description or anything that would suggest that this girl was out there conning anybody.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[thinking] That's because our search has been centered on a young blond woman, when all along we should have been looking for the crimes of an eighty year old man.

Detective Mac Taylor:
How much money were you taken for, Jason?

Jason Locke:
I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Detective Mac Taylor:
We have a body in the morgue and plenty of witnesses who can ID you as the killer. So I'm not asking if you did it. I'm here for motive. So let's try this again.

Jo Danville:
Mac, you need to get married and have kids, so I don't have to go through all these challenges alone.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Have you lost your mind?

Jo Danville:
Yeah, don't get married. Just adopt a child. Children are wonderful.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Misery loves company, huh?

Jo Danville:
You would make a great father.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Jo, stop.

Jo Danville:
Don't you ever think about being a grandfather?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[scoffs] Hey, if I buy you a burger and a beer, will you stop talking?

Adam Ross:
I slept through it.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Through what?

Adam Ross:
9/11. Yeah. I've actually never told anybody that before. Just... too embarrassed, you know? And everybody always asks me, you know, "Where were you?" And... I would lie. You know, I'd tell them that I was on the way to class, and I saw the news in the TV screen of some diner I was passing by. And when the towers came down, I was... on the roof of a building of NYU. I just couldn't believe my eyes. And... the truth is, I was asleep. You know, I went out the night before with a couple of my buddies, and we had a few too many drinks, and I didn't wake up 'till after 2:00. And by then, the entire world had changed.

Don Flack:
We got the perps, the property, the bloody clothing, and both guns.

Jo Danville:
Nice work!

Don Flack:
They're still processing the hotel room, but it looks like this one's wrapped up in a bow.

Jo Danville:
Well, it never hurts to have a confession.

Don Flack:
That shouldn't be too difficult. Those two aren't exactly brain surgeons. They'll give it up. Hardest part might be keeping their names straight. The white guy's name is Mike Black. They call him "White Mike". The black guy's name is Mike White. His street name is "Black Mike".

Jo Danville:
I'll take Black Mike.

Don Flack:
Great. I got Mike Black. The white guy. Don't think about. But trust me, it's right.

Jo Danville:
That ring around the blood spot is called skeletonization.

Don Flack:
Why don't they just call it a ring?

Jo Danville:
Okay, that's it. Forget it. I give up.

Don Flack:
Sorry, it would be much more interesting if you guys used smaller words.

Adam Ross:
I need your signature on this, boss.

Jo Danville:
I told you not to call me that.

Adam Ross:
Well, whose signature do I need at the bottom of this report?

Jo Danville:
Mine.

Adam Ross:
Then you're the boss.

Jo Danville:
Interim boss.

Adam Ross:
I'm not gonna call you "interim boss".

Mac Taylor:
For the last four months, it has been my honor and privilege to be a part of something so important and that I am truly proud of. To contribute a little bit to so many who lost so much. These 417 first responders, the portraits of their faces etched in granite and honored here on this Brooklyn Wall of Remembrance, will live in our hearts forever. Ten years have passed since that tragic day. Many of us here have been personally affected and share a loss. And so, once more, we pause and we pray, and we will continue to do so as each anniversary passes. In helping to finish this memorial, I've met some truly remarkable people. And we've had the opportunity to meet with many of you who generously shared your thoughts and feelings on how best to remember these fallen heroes who demonstrated such unmitigated courage and selflessness. The effort to build this Wall of Remembrance has been a great blessing, as we attempt to heal our broken hearts. And here today we gather, a people united not only in our grief, but in our resolve to stand together as one family of Americans. God bless these brave souls who served so selflessly. They will never be forgotten.

[at a "sloshing party"]

Portia Pryce:
I can get you a membership application.

Don Flack:
[disgusted] God, no. Thank you.

Hallie on Wheels:
[Hallie is one of the roller-derby girls] [to a little girl in her daycare] Briana, don't hit.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I guess you're one of those, "Do as I say, not as I do," daycare providers.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
You can take the girl out of high school, but you can't take the scars of high school out of the girl.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Someone's trying to kill the whole starting team?

Detective Mac Taylor:
That's one way to get more playing time.

[Mac is in the lab with Lindsay, and they're testing products from Manhattan Minx's shower room]

Detective Mac Taylor:
Do you really need all these?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Oh, I thought you said collect everything.

Detective Mac Taylor:
No, I mean... women. Do you really need all these... products?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
You're asking me? I work in a lab.

[after Mac describes the rules of roller derby]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
You can't possibly know this.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Someone took me to a game once.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
No one would have taken you to a roller derby game.

[realizing]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Unless you were on a date...

Detective Mac Taylor:
It was fun.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
The game or the date?

[Mac smirks]

[about their victim]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Apparently, he was some sort of...

Detective Danny Messer:
Writer.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah.

Detective Danny Messer:
[indicating photographs of the body taken under an ALS light] It was everywhere.

Detective Don Flack:
Mitch Barrett? NYPD.

Mitch Barrett:
Who?

Detective Don Flack:
NYPD. We need to talk to Mitch Barrett.

Mitch Barrett:
You got a warrant?

Detective Don Flack:
If I had a warrant, you would be face down on the ground in handcuffs sucking in dust balls, and we wouldn't be having this conversation through the door.

Mitch Barrett:
How'd you know I killed Marcella?

Detective Don Flack:
Be honest with you? We were a little iffy until you started shooting at us through the door.

Jo Danville:
Why would a fourteen year old boy want to kill his mother?

Jay Carver:
Why? I'll show you why.

[Jay turns around and takes his shirt off, revealing scars all down his back]

Jo Danville:
Oh, dear Lord.

Jo Danville:
I'm so sorry that had to happen to you.

Jay Carver:
It's okay. I know it sounds crazy, but I sort of got used to it.

Jo Danville:
Did she do the same thing to your brother and sister?

Jay Carver:
For a long time, it was just me. But then they started getting older, and I would come home from school, and I would see the... I would see the welts, and the burns and the bruises on their bodies. I thought the only chance they had to make it stop was me. Because there was nobody else there to protect them. I didn't see any other way out. I was really afraid that one day she would kill us. We had nobody.

Chief Ted Carver:
[watching from the observation room with Mac] I knew what a monster she was, what those kids were living with. I should have been there.

Detective Mac Taylor:
There's no use looking back. You can't change what is.

Chief Ted Carver:
Mac, I put that knife in Jay's hand. It was just... sitting up in my locker. He liked to carve things.

Detective Mac Taylor:
That knife didn't stab your sister. Jay did. If it wasn't that knife, it would have been another.

Chief Ted Carver:
None of this had to happen. I could have stopped it.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You did. Taking those kids in, adopting them? You turned their life around.

Randy Davis:
[Jo and Flack approach Randy as he finishes with a customer] Careful with it. And no Skynyrd. If I hear "Sweet Home Alabama" one more time, I swear I'm gonna sell this place.

Jo Danville:
You have a problem with Alabama?

Don Flack:
She's from the South.

Mac Taylor:
[processing their victim] Process server ID. Walter Danzig.

Don Flack:
Process server? What's with the referee uniform?

Mac Taylor:
Looks like the game he was calling ended in sudden death.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're not my training officer anymore, Bill. I'm the cop, you're the civilian. Just go home and stay out of it.

Jo Danville:
[after the lab gets shot up] Just spoke with the EMTs. We have a couple people wounded, some seriously. It's a miracle no one got killed, Mac.

Detective Danny Messer:
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.

Reed Garrett:
[Yelling to mac from a crowd] Hey Mac! Mac!

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[to Mac] Looks like you got company, I'll see you inside.

Reed Garrett:
[Yelling to Mac] Two woman, same kind of jobs, Is this a serial killer?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Telling the guards] He's okay.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Reed, i thought you were working the city desk for the paper.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Nope, not anymore.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] I got my own blog now.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] New York 24-7 News.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Don't you wanna get your facts straight before you sensationalize a story?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] I thought that's what i was doing.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] You know? Help me out.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] You got two female victims, both floaters, both brutally murdered.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Now you had something Mr. Beaumont. Something that some of us who recently lost a loved one never had. Time. Time to make the most of what was left. That's what's precious.

Angie Watson:
You have very beautiful eyes, y'know that?

Detective Don Flack:
Thank you, now why don't tell me about the night you got collared.

Angie Watson:
You got a girlfriend?

Detective Don Flack:
Who did you give your gun to, Angie?

Angie Watson:
I've been here before. Some cop or D.A. gets me to tell 'em what they need to know, makes a lot of promises, and how they're gonna get me out, a week later I'm still here in the same kind of trouble I was in before I said anything.

Detective Don Flack:
We'll work something out. Would these eyes lie?

Detective Danny Messer:
[Danny and Mac need to retrieve a piece of evidence from a sewer grate, and Tony, the Midtown Fisherman, has made a device he uses to "fish" things out of grates on the street] Mr. Fisherman, we're in a hurry. Do me a favor, let us borrow your gadget.

Tony the Midtown Fisherman:
[glaring] No. Get your own.

[Mac pulls out his badge and shows it to Tony]

Detective Mac Taylor:
Please.

Tony the Midtown Fisherman:
[to Danny] You see that? A little politeness goes a long way.

Detective Don Flack:
Did you, uh, happen to find anything else?

Detective Mac Taylor:
You want to give me a hint exactly what you're looking for, Flack?

Detective Don Flack:
[sounding hopeful] An Igloo cooler with a human liver inside?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Did you ever receive an anonymous phone call?

Danny Messer:
...Yeah. It's happened.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[leans forward] Did it turn you on?

Danny Messer:
Whoa, slow down, Montana. What'd you have in mind?

Detective Danny Messer:
Colin Flynn?

Colin Flynn:
Yeah, that's me.

Detective Danny Messer:
NYPD, we got a couple of questions for you, alright?

Colin Flynn:
Do I have to answer?

Detective Don Flack:
I'm not a lawyer... but yeah, you do.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Cause of death was not natural. He was in superb shape, lungs, heart, all vital organs are near perfect.

Detective Mac Taylor:
So you're saying... he's actually still alive?

[Stella and Hawkes walk into Mac's office]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Autopsy results?

Detective Mac Taylor:
This is a good one. A runner who somehow has frostbite on his face in 90 degree heat, who died of carbon monoxide poisoning in the middle of Central Park.

[Mac smirks, as Hawkes just looks dumbfounded]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
That's just... [thinks for a brief moment] not possible.

[referring to the New York Marathon]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
What makes someone want to run 26.2 miles anyway?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[Lindsay is looking up] She was stabbed with an icicle?

Detective Danny Messer:
That's cold.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Not cold enough. Our evidence is about to turn into a big pool of water. [the icicle in the victim is melting]

Det. Mac Taylor:
Rot in hell, you son of a b*tch.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Me? I don't pity you, Darius. There's a lot of people with worse stories than yours - they never hurt anyone. You killed 12 people in two states over the last 72 hours and you want me to feel sorry for you because your daddy... didn't kiss you when you were a baby? You asked for my help? I did help you - you're where you belong... You rot in hell, you son of a b*tch

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Tiffany's. Now you're talking my language.

Det. Mac Taylor:
You can tell from a map?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
You kidding? I can tell from the moon. I love those little blue boxes.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
I want you to be the first to know that you are returning to Florida.

Vincent Rosetti:
Cool. I like the sun.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
Yes, well, you won't get to see very much of it, Vincent, because we... enforce... the death penalty.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
No girl leaves her house without her cell phone, at least not at that age.

Det. Mac Taylor:
GPS the phone number.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
You got it. Tiffany's! Now you're talking my language.

Det. Mac Taylor:
You can tell from a map?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Are you kidding, I can tell from the moon. I love those little blue boxes.

Detective Don Flack:
[about the students shot execution style] How did this happen? There were security guards at every one of the Endecott's Manhattan properties.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
[about Darius] He's gotta be here somewhere.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Are we sure this is Darius?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Take a good look at the position of these kids. Look familiar?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Yeah, those nurses in Midtown. He played in their blood.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Last thing Darius said down in Miami. He was coming to New York to make things right.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Think he has?

Det. Mac Taylor:
[looking at Alexa's body] Not even close.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Are you this hot on every case?

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
Well, I made a promise to a 8-year-old boy and I'm not going to let him down.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Say no more.

Detective Danny Messer:
[as he, Lindsay, and Hawkes walks into the crime scene] Got your call. Team's all here.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[sighing] Great, thanks.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
We came as soon as we could.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[looking at the brandy glass full of pills on the table] What's with all the pills?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
It's a pharm party.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
What's a pharm party?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Pharmaceuticals. Empty your parents medicine cabinet and pop until you drop. Rich kids idea of fun. At first glance I've got Lithium, serdalyne and fluoxatine. Most of these drugs don't even get you high.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[walking into the room] Stella and I are going to run with this one. Danny check the service entry area there's an elevator there, secondary exit. Sheldon bag up these bottles get them over to Lindsay she'll be in trace.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Sir, I've worked big crime scenes before. I've got two hands I'm ready to work.

Det. Mac Taylor:
This is a high profile case Lindsay. I want you in the lab and I need your full attention. Remember anything we find here can take us to Darius. Be careful, be thorough.

Detective Danny Messer:
[knocking on the door as he enters the lab] What have you got Montana?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[annoyed] Danny, stop calling me that. It's Lindsay, Lindsay Monroe.

Detective Danny Messer:
Alright, alright. I'm just joking.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Well, it's not funny. Am I supposed to be the new girl and the butt of all your jokes.

Detective Danny Messer:
You upset that Mac dismissed you?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I can handle it.

Detective Danny Messer:
It's not about that. He was... he was looking out for you. You saw that place, it was a slaughter house in there.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
You think I haven't seen blood like that before?

Detective Danny Messer:
I don't know, to tell you the truth. Have you?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Yes... and alot worse than that.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[about Horatio being served with a notice] Listen, I get named on these things all the time. Our union attorney's great of you want me to give you his number.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
This is a matter outside the job.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Sorry.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
I have a number of memories up here and not all are good. So I apologize.

Henry Darius:
Detective Taylor I'm impressed you went through all the trouble.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Been busy Henry. Here, Miami.

Henry Darius:
You said you'd help me. You offered me a deal if I confessed. Those three nurses in Midtown. I sat in your interview room and I told you everything.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Except why?

Henry Darius:
I was hoping you'd tell me. You're the only one who knows I can't control it.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
[cuffing him] Vincent Rosetti, you're under arrest for the murder of Lydia Johnson.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
And that's just the charge in Florida.

Vincent Rosetti:
Selling your weapon in Union Square to a stranger, Vincent. That wasn't too bright, was it?

Vincent Rosetti:
No way I've been in Attaca the last six months on a stolen property bid.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Yeah we know that's where you met up with Henry Darius.

Vincent Rosetti:
So I was in lockdown with him, big deal.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
On the contrary, Vincent. It is a big deal.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
Mac, heard there was a break in the case?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Stella already has you on speed dial. I thought you had to duck out on personal business?

Lieutenant Horatio Caine:
I got an extension.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Good news for both of us.

Det. Mac Taylor:
You'll be extradited back to Miami after we file on you here in New York.

Henry Darius:
Do you know what's wrong with me?

Det. Mac Taylor:
I'm not a shrink.

Henry Darius:
You're better than doctor Fledstine I'll tell you that. Thank you... for everything

Det. Mac Taylor:
Pardon?

Henry Darius:
This may sound crazy, Detective Taylor but you fought for me. You chased me all over Manhattan.

Det. Mac Taylor:
That's my job.

Henry Darius:
But you came looking for me. That's more than my father ever did. You think that if he had acknowledged me I wouldn't have done the things I did?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Sounds like Darius out-psyched the psych. What else did you tell him?

Dr. Miles Feldstein:
I may have mentioned that Alexa would have come into three million dollars on her twenty-first birthday.

Det. Mac Taylor:
You told a convicted killer that?

Det. Mac Taylor:
I've got every man in blue out looking for Darius. Full-court press. This is the manhunt of the decade right here, right now.

Jo Danville:
[John Curtis has attacked her and taken the bullets out of her gun clip] You know how most gun accidents happen and people end up shooting themselves?

John Curtis:
Bang. You got me. You finally got me.

Jo Danville:
They always forget the one in the chamber.

[gunshot]

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Hey Sid, have you ever seen someone punch herself in the face?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Uh, no... Are you going to punch yourself in the face?

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Uh, let me try that again. Have you ever had a victim on your table who's exhibited self-inflicted punch wounds to the face?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Uh, well, I've pretty much seen it all, but no, I have not come across anyone who has successfully punched herself to death.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hey.

Adam Ross:
Hey.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
What are you still doing here?

Adam Ross:
Oh, some friends of mine stood me up for pizza so just down on top of things, ya know.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Mind if I join you?

Adam Ross:
Oh, no, no, please.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Okay, so what do we got? That doesn't look like work.

Adam Ross:
It really isn't. I was just curious. You know there are three Sheldon Hawkes in New York state and there are ten Danny Messers.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Ten?

Adam Ross:
Yeah.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Don't tell Danny that.

Adam Ross:
There's also another six Adam Rosses and there's eighteen in New York state. I was just sitting here wondering, you know, what do they look like or what kind of lives do they live, you know?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Alright, what about me?

Adam Ross:
Uh, Stella Bonasera. There's only one.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Trust me, that's enough. Let's try Sid. [Searches] It's a ninety-year-old woman.

Adam Ross:
[laughs] I think he was named after his mother.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Alright, Don Flack.

Adam Ross:
Don Flack.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Oh, six.

Adam Ross:
Wow, six Don Flacks.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Six.

Adam Ross:
I like that name. Don Flack. [Deep voice] Detective Don Flack.

Adam Ross:
[Mac has been shot] We're gonna get this person.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
We say that all the time. Trying to reassure family and friends, make them feel better. Now I hear it... and it doesn't do anything to ease the pain. Not one bit. And I will never say that to another survivor again.

Don Flack:
[chasing Mac's shooter] Teena's in there with no way out.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah, she's got two ways to get out of there. Either dead or in handcuffs.

Detective Danny Messer:
So this guy walks over to a place he's never been and dies of no apparent cause?

Detective Don Flack:
At this point, yeah.

Detective Danny Messer:
[sees freshly poured concrete messed up at a crime scene] Why must people do that? They can't resist messing up fresh concrete.

Detective Don Flack:
Could be worse. Least there's no heart with two people's names in it who are going to wind up killing each other after they realize they're married.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
You know what they say about keeping condoms in your wallet?

Jason:
They get holes.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Just like your story.

[Stella has confronted a suspect about a murdered woman]

Jason:
I fell in love with her.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Trust me. You're gonna get plenty of love where you're going.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Uh-oh.

Detective Mac Taylor:
What? [they stop walking]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
You hear that?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Hear what?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
It's your mind racing again.

Eduardo:
Look, the guy's wallet fell out of his pocket. I was giving it back.

Don Flack:
By putting it in your own pocket? Wow, Eduardo. You're a bad liar. Let's watch you dig yourself a deeper grave.

[examining a murder victim at the crime scene]

Aiden Burn:
His pockets are inside out, and there's no wallet, no keys. Robbery.

Danny Messer:
[shining his flashlight at some coins on the ground] Those take the junkies out of play. They would have taken the change.

[Lindsay is staring at a diamond necklace in a jewelry store that has been robbed, which they are investigating]

Detective Danny Messer:
Don't even think about it Montana.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
This necklace is worth more than I make in a year, crazy.

Detective Danny Messer:
I don't see what the big deal is. A diamond is just an allotrope of the element carbon.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Spoken like a true romantic.

Danny Messer:
[to Stella] Oh, sure, now you like the dog!

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[Sid and Peyton are flipping a coin to see who gets to do the autopsy on Pauline Rayburn. Peyton wins] It's heads. She's yours. Can - can I at least watch? This is one of the most well preserved mummies I've seen in my many years as a pathologist. The environmental conditions of temperature and humidity and ventalation must have been just, you know, optimum. You can only compare it to the best sex you've ever had, reaching climax at percisly that-that...

Dr. Peyton Driscoll:
[Interrupting] Alright, Sid, you can help. But I get to print her.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Fair enough.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Danny, you've been staring at that same piece of glass for five minutes. [Smirks] Can I bag it for you or are you waiting for it to turn back into sand?

Sal Bovado:
I swear to you, I totally forgot about that gun. I wanna make it very clear that I am not a cop killer. It was sincerly intended for anyone else but you, Officer. [pause] That didn't come out right.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Shows a picture of Pauline Rayburn] Tell me about Pauline Rayburn.

Sal Bovado:
Don't know her.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Shows a picture of a mummified Pauline Rayburn] Know her now?

Sal Bovado:
[Disgusted] No I don't. Yo, man, I'm sensitive to graphic material.

Adam Ross:
[to Mac] You were born to do this work. [Mac laughs]

Detective Danny Messer:
[goes over to her as she puts on a bulletproof-vest] What do you think you're doin'?.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Danny, I'll be fine.

Detective Danny Messer:
We have undercovers who can do this, alright. It's not our job

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Well it is now. We're out of time. You heard what she said, if we don't get in there in four minutes her friend dies.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Sometimes evil finds you on the road you take to avoid it.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I know what you're going to say. It's not the way it looks. I'm fine.

Jo Danville:
It's exactly the way it looks. That's the same suit you had on yesterday, if not the day before. You haven't even been home in two days.

Detective Mac Taylor:
This isn't the first time one case has rolled over into another. I'll be fine.

Jo Danville:
When's the last time you had something to eat? I don't want to hear about that trail mix from the vending machine last night.

Detective Mac Taylor:
It was a granola bar.

Jo Danville:
You promised me you were going to go home and get some sleep.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I was working on some cases, I dozed off on the couch. Then this came in.

Jo Danville:
Boss of the crime lab or not, you are no good to anyone if you're running on fumes.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Look, I am not walking out of a homicide investigation.

Jo Danville:
[waving at Flack] No, Don is driving you out.

Detective Don Flack:
[approaching] Yo.

Jo Danville:
It's all been arranged. You're going to go home and get a couple hours' sleep. And if you're lucky, a toothbrush and a shower might make it feel like eight.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Don can't just leave.

Detective Don Flack:
Sure I can. I'm on my way back to the precinct, anyway. Your place is on the way.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Sid will be expecting me in Autopsy.

Jo Danville:
It's covered. Your work is done here, Mac Taylor. Don's gonna take you to that diner you love for breakfast, and then take you home and tuck you in.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Will he be giving me milk and cookies and singing a lullaby?

Detective Don Flack:
The lullaby thing's a little weird. But milk and cookies could happen.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
That's pretty impressive you got Mac to go home. He's not used to being told what to do.

Jo Danville:
No, he's not.

Detective Danny Messer:
Stop shivering like a girl, Adam. It's not even that cold out here.

Adam Ross:
I'm from Phoenix. 85 degrees is considered freezing.

Mac Taylor:
[At the crime scene with the victim lying in a pool of blood] Who found him?

Detective Don Flack:
Couple of kids came in to the three-five, said that a friend's football may have accidentally killed a man. [Stella and Mac both give Flack a look] I locked 'em up for fun.

Detective Danny Messer:
So our murderer is a one-legged, barefoot woman whose got serious kung fu skills.

Stella Bonasera:
You have any proof that you were in Atlantic City yesterday?

Artemis Hunt:
Yeah. A girl named Precious,she's listed, she'll tell you. Uh, we were gambling. Lost all my money, but I did get a free voucher for the buffet. [Smirks at Stella] It was the only table I won at actually.

Detective Don Flack:
[Flack grabs Artemis by the arm] Let's go, c'mon.

Artemis Hunt:
What's this all about?

Detective Don Flack:
Parole violation. And I don't like you.

Mac Taylor:
[looks into horse stall and sees the same trace that was found at the crime scene] When you said "nice life if you can get it," how far would you really go to get it, Hector?

Hector:
Hold on, you think I know where she is?

Mac Taylor:
There was evidence of wood shavings and traces of Harley's medicine in the trunk of a car.

Detective Don Flack:
And we're fairly certain the horse didn't do it.

Detective Mac Taylor:
No. I don't feel you. If I find out you're lying, you're gonna be feeling me.

Detective Danny Messer:
[Finds a design on the victim's underwear] SG? What the hell does that stand for?

Adam Ross:
I know what SG stands for. Yeah, I, uh, used to date one of them and uh, phew, yeah she kind of broke my heart. It was a long time ago.

Detective Danny Messer:
Nevermind, nevermind. What's this mean?

Adam Ross:
Oh, uh, she's a Suicide Girl.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[Reading from a piece of paper the victim had in his sock] "In my darkest moment, when all seems lost, you are at my side."

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Coming up from behind] I appreciate you too, Stella.

Taurus Tevis:
[Sees Mac] Yo. [Sees Flack] 'Sup, Blue? [Flack gives him the nod]

[about playing basketball in Harlem]

Detective Don Flack:
I've been the resident Larry Bird five years running.

[their victim's mother has arrived]

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I need you to take this, okay?

Detective Danny Messer:
Why?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I'm no good with mothers, all right? Fathers, I can give bad news to all day long. I can't face mothers. I need you to take it.

Detective Danny Messer:
All right. Okay, I got it.

Jerald Brown:
Willie and I just picked any pig cop. An eye for an eye.

Det. Mac Taylor:
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. [Mac stands up] From where I stand... you're the one that should be put to death. No trial, no jury. Eye for an eye.

Det. Don Flack:
This city is full of nuts.

Det. Mac Taylor:
That's why we're scientists.

Detective Aiden Burn:
[to Detective Thacker] Do me a favor. Don't check out my ass when a kid's dead in the street. Show some respect.

[about the shooting of a police officer in Central Park]

Det. Don Flack:
I heard the shot all the way from Sixth Avenue. It shook the windows in my squad car.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Detective Flack, start getting statements.

Det. Don Flack:
Yes, sir.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Emergency Services, canvas the entire area. Conduct roof searches along the perimeter of the park. Restrict all flyovers. Get aviation to assist. No one sleeps in New York City until this shooter is caught.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Cause of death?

Sheldon Hawkes:
Single gunshot wound to the back. It pierced through the protective vest and exited at downward trajectory through the front. Must've been a high-powered rifle.

Det. Mac Taylor:
The rifle doesn't concern me, it's the rifleman. Sniping a live target in motion is no easy task.

Sheldon Hawkes:
Sharpshooter?

Det. Mac Taylor:
I'll know for certain after I take a look at that vest.

Det. Don Flack:
They're arranging for a funeral for Officer Velasquez. It's a shame. How you guys doing? Anything yet?

Det. Mac Taylor:
We're running Touch Print right now. You get anything from the park?

Det. Don Flack:
We sent the world out 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.

Nick Vicenzo:
How you doin'? Officer Burn, may I help you?

Detective Aiden Burn:
Yeah, you can help me by taking two steps back.

Nick Vicenzo:
What are you, a cop?

Detective Aiden Burn:
Crime scene.

Nick Vicenzo:
Oh, you're those guys with the little blue lights, right?

Detective Aiden Burn:
It's called an ALS.

Nick Vicenzo:
I don't care what it's called.

Detective Aiden Burn:
[reaching for her weapon] Sir, take caution in your tone.

Nick Vicenzo:
Yeah, here the thing... Why don't you take your microscope and go down the street? Shop's closed now.

Detective Aiden Burn:
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.

Nick Vicenzo:
[sarcastic] I'll be sure to do that.

Detective Aiden Burn:
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?

Nick Vicenzo:
It's my joint. Must've been when I heated up those slices for lunch.

Detective Aiden Burn:
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.

Nick Vicenzo:
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.

[flashback]

Nick Vicenzo:
You owe me ten g's.

Lenny Starks:
Nick, I'll get it.

Nick Vicenzo:
What am I gonna do with this, wipe my nose? Open the oven. Open it! You little degenerate. How do you like that?

[back to present]

Nick Vicenzo:
That's it. He left on his own two feet.

Detective Aiden Burn:
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.

Det. Mac Taylor:
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.

Jerald Brown:
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 they murdered ten women and children.

Det. Mac Taylor:
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.

Dr. Huff:
[veterinarian, about sniper's bullet lodged in horse's neck] We can remove it during surgery, but I have to warn you: removal will most likely be fatal to the horse.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Look, I sympathize with this animal, sir, but unfortunately, humans take precedence in this case.

[Detective Mac Taylor has been trying to delay surgery on a horse to remove a sniper's bullet, hoping extra hours will give the horse more strength to survive]

Stella Bonasera:
Where's the bullet from the horse?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Still in the horse.

Stella Bonasera:
Forgive me, but taking the bullet out of the horse is the first thing that should've been done.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[testily] 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.

[Stella leaves to search the house. She returns after finding a weapon]

Stella Bonasera:
[testily] In Stella talk, it's time to get the bullet out of the horse, Mac. End of conversation.

Detective Danny Messer:
When you, uh, you know, take a life, no matter how justified, it messes you up.

Don Flack:
Meet Thomas Hurtz. Star and proprietor of Get the Geek. This guy insults you, you pay him five bucks, get a chance to shoot him with a paintball gun.

Jo Danville:
Well, clearly, the shooter didn't understand the rules of the game. He shot him with a real gun. Could we at least get a description?

Don Flack:
Sketch artist is sitting with the witnesses right now.

Jo Danville:
"Get the Geek", huh?

Don Flack:
[smirking] I bet he told his mother he was in show business.

Ray James:
On my way to the subway this morning, out of nowhere, someone shoots me. Must have been a stray.

Mac Taylor:
Didn't call 911?

Ray James:
Oh, I only live a couple blocks away.

Don Flack:
So, what, you hopped here?

Mac Taylor:
ER doc said you lost twenty percent of your blood volume when you were admitted. Wound like yours, slow bleeder. Probably took hours to lose that kind of blood.

Ray James:
They can't tell you that. That's my private medical records.

Don Flack:
This is not a kidney stone we're talking about. All gunshot wounds get reported to the police.

[Danny has been cleared of an officer-involved shooting, and his rookies' careers are over]

Detective Danny Messer:
I can't stop thinking, Mac, how I treated these cops like they were my family, and they didn't think twice about throwing me to the wolves. I've been doing this job way too long. I gotta work with people I can trust.

[dissolve to the lab two weeks later]

Detective Danny Messer:
Just finished with Chief Sinclair.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
And?

Detective Danny Messer:
That's it. It's done. No more Sergeant Messer. Just a... plain old detective.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
Does that mean I don't have to salute you in the morning anymore?

Detective Danny Messer:
I still need you to do that.

[Lindsay laughs]

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
You feel all right?

Detective Danny Messer:
I mean, it wasn't easy giving up the stripes, you know.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
It's the right move, Danny.

[Danny glances at Mac walking by in the hallway]

Detective Danny Messer:
This is where I belong.

[questioning a bartender]

Stella Bonasera:
Sandra Lopez... do you know her?

Steve Dark:
[looking at photo provided by Stella] Lady, there are so many sick women floating around this joint, they all look like ham sandwiches to me, you know?

Butler Randolph:
[his consistent answer to Stella's questions] I'm really not permitted to say.

Stella Bonasera:
Oh, listen, Jeeves...

[Note:
a sarcastic reference to Reginald Jeeves, a fictional valet in writings by P. G. Wodehouse]

Butler Randolph:
Randolph

[Detective Stella Bonasera wants to fingerprint a murder victim in the morgue]

Stella Bonasera:
I figure if I take her prints, could be something else that I can learn about her.

Sheldon Hawkes:
[raising the corpse's arm by the wrist] Anytime I can... lend a hand.

Detective Don Flack:
So the neighbors were very helpful. They saw nothing, heard nothing and know nothing. Welcome to my life.

[Mac notices the missing pieces in the puzzles sent to Stella]

Detective Mac Taylor:
That's the Riverton building. That was my first crime scene.

Adam Ross:
No way.

Detective Mac Taylor:
This way my first New York apartment. This to scale?

Adam Ross:
Uh, y-yeah. As-as far as I can tell.

Detective Mac Taylor:
This high-rise should be much taller in relation to the Chrysler Building.

Adam Ross:
How could you possibly know that?

Detective Mac Taylor:
I got engaged on that roof. This puzzle's about my life.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[to Grace Thomason] Framing a man with known mental problems, very imaginative. But then, you're a therapist. You'd know who to pick.

Mandi Foster:
Why do you guys keep harassing me?

Detective Don Flack:
We tend to do that when we think someone's guilty of murder.

Tony DeLuca:
The only reason I was with that girl was because I was doing Mandi a favor.

Detective Don Flack:
Having sex with the hotel concierge was a favor?

Detective Mac Taylor:
You got anything on the railing?

Adam Ross:
That's a joke, right?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Call it wishful thinking.

Adam Ross:
Huh, it's got more trace on it than a public restroom. Actually I have no idea what I'm looking for here.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Sometimes you don't know what you're looking for until you find it. [a tech hands him a folder] Thank you. [He opens it] Our photographer's prints didn't match the print we found on the vic. We got a hit on someone else. See if you can put her on the railing.

Adam Ross:
[Reads the folder] Mandi Foster? Oh, oh, I love Mandi Foster. [Mac smiles and leaves]

Adam Ross:
The blue markers represent your biologicals: baby spit up, semen, ecoli bacteria, saliva.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Not all from the same person I hope.

Adam Ross:
According to the DNA results, ding-ding-ding you are correct.

Det. Don Flack:
Recognize our robbery vic?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Roland Carson, defense attorney.

Det. Don Flack:
I prefer "scumbag lawyer", but yeah, that's him.

Det. Don Flack:
[interrogating Arnold about a mugging] What about the bag?

Arnold Vonley:
Man, I'm a specialist. Strictly cash and jewelry only. I'm not risking my life for some sweaty gym socks.

Det. Don Flack:
[smirking] How much did you get away with?

Arnold Vonley:
Twenty bucks, plus the watch. Probably like eighty bucks total.

Det. Don Flack:
I'm gonna be honest with you, Arnold. You're probably the dumbest mugger I've ever met.

Arnold Vonley:
Why? What was in the bag?

Det. Don Flack:
[still smirking] Five million dollars. Those were some valuable gym socks.

Danny Messer:
[after finding a key piece of evidence in the garbage] Next time I say a case is in the garbage, remind me of this moment?

Danny Messer:
[after matching up tear marks on a bag] This case is in the bag.

[last lines]

Detective Mac Taylor:
I read your preliminary report. Good job, Danny. You're on the promotion grid.

Danny Messer:
[looking at his crime scene photos] I can't wrap my head around it, Mac. You get up... go to work... see the people that you know... you talk, you laugh... you're living your life. And then suddenly, boom. It's just over. Just like that. And you never even saw it coming.

[At an apartment, detectives find the body of a man with one leg recently amputated. In the freezer, they find a finger]

Stella Bonasera:
This place gives a whole new meaning to the term "chop shop".

Sheldon Hawkes:
[dropping a severed finger into an evidence envelope] Apart from the fact of it not being attached to a person, there's nothing wrong with this finger.

[after getting a database hit on the print from a severed finger found in a freezer]

Stella Bonasera:
Only takes one print to finger someone.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
How do we find one valuable, antique volume in Manhattan that's been soaked in water much less thallium?

Detective Mac Taylor:
With a little reading on the subject.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[walking into the room] How are you doing?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Let's just say I know how a microwave burrito feels. But I should also say thank you. I owe a great deal of my recovery to you.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Aw, come on. That was nothing. You would do the same for me.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
As a matter of fact, I would.

Detective Mac Taylor:
If you get tired of that Journal, I thought you might enjoy a little light reading. [hands him a new edition of the Tibetan Book of the Dead]

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Oh yeah. A clean copy, I presume?

Det. Mac Taylor:
I'm sorry for your loss.

Carmen Enzo:
I have no use for your sympathy.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Cameron Marshall, age twenty-seven. Copious amounts of river water in his lungs and stomach confirms COD as drowning.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Okay. Oh, looks like vic number two's throat was crushed.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Mm-hmm. Brett Hollister, age twenty-five. Suffered blunt force laryngeal trauma resulting in complete cricotracheal separation.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Water in the lungs?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Uh, trace amounts. He stopped breathing before the truck sank. I imagine he floated up through the open hatch. Sadly, victim number three wasn't quite as fortunate.

[an ME assistant hands Sid a folder]

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Thank you. Uh... an elevated blood alcohol content caused vasodilation of her blood vessels, there exacerbating the onset of hypothermia.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
She would have experienced numbness, debilitating drowsiness. She knew was drowning but was powerless to stop it.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Her last moments on Earth were spent in excruciating pain.

Det. Mac Taylor:
We have reason to believe that Victoria may have been targeted because of you and the nature of your work. Her murder may have been a warning. You and the other members of your family may still be in danger.

Carmen Enzo:
I've made my fair share of enemies over the years. Occupational hazard. But my wife... and my children... they're supposed to be off-limits.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Not everybody cares about the rules.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I thought lock and key parties went out in the seventies.

Detective Don Flack:
Apparently they've had resurgence. Who knew?

[Stella and Don arrive at a key party to question people]

Rene Vanderfeld:
Don't be shy. Everybody's a bit nervous their first time out.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Actually we're not here to participate.

Rene Vanderfeld:
[looking suggestively at Stella] That's our loss.

Detective Don Flack:
We're NYPD.

Rene Vanderfeld:
I'm so sorry! That's right, you called earlier. I was expecting big burly men with guns.

Detective Don Flack:
Well if you focused your attention in my direction, you might see one.

Yuri Sokov:
I'm an American citizen.

Detective Danny Messer:
With a rap sheet as long as the Constitution.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
You let a lady walk home drunk? What a gentleman you are.

Detective Mac Taylor:
So Sam's plan was to propose to someone else on the bridge, then pick up Erica Lancaster to "talk".

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Translation: end their relationship.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I'll do a little demonstration.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I love it when she does this.

[Don is flirting with some technicians]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Impressing your fans with your battle wounds?

Detective Don Flack:
They were concerned about my recovery. I was just putting them at ease.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
So, Flack, how many numbers did you get?

Detective Don Flack:
I don't like where you're going with this, Monroe.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
How many?

Detective Don Flack:
Three.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Everybody loves a hero.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
All roads lead to Rome.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Get dressed. Plunge is over.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Did you know that when Egyptian princesses died, they weren't embalmed for several days to prevent necrophelia. The natural degradation of the human body made it unappealing, even in the most deviant of men. Why someone would want to have sex with a lifeless body in the first place is...

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[Interrupting] Sid.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I mean it's counterintuitive...

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Sid.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
What?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
You're going to that creepy place again.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[Shrugs and nods] Okay.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
So Flack, how many numbers did you get?

Det. Don Flack:
I don't think I like where you're goin' with this, Monroe.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Really that many?

Det. Don Flack:
Three.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Everybody loves a hero.

Detective Don Flack:
[Danny and Flack are at the basketball game talking about the guy winning $1 million] Never gonna happen!

Detective Danny Messer:
Why, you think you could do it?

Detective Don Flack:
You're kidding me? Boom, nothing but net, baby!

Detective Danny Messer:
Oh, I think he can do it!

[after the name drawing]

Detective Don Flack:
No, he can't!

Detective Danny Messer:
Wanna make a little wager?

Detective Don Flack:
Fifty bucks?

Detective Danny Messer:
I hate to take a colleague's money but for you, I'll be happy to make an exception! Come on!

Detective Danny Messer:
[finding the victims seats] I'm surprised he didn't kick the bucket from altitude sickness with these seats!

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
That or the nachos.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Any stomach contents?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Like you wouldn't believe. At least two hotdogs, popcorn, nachos, peanuts, an ice-cream sandwich and almost a full liter of beer.

Detective Danny Messer:
I'm surprised he could get out of his seat!

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[refering the lipstick evidence] Need help picking the right shade?

Detective Danny Messer:
Ha, ha, ha. That's just it. Unless the make-up counter at Bloomie's is selling mood lipstick, this partial print we got from the vic's mouth seems to have changed color. It started out pink.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
And now it's amber.

Detective Danny Messer:
Means the efflorescent crystalline residue we're looking at is atropine trace.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Well, that explains the color shift. So which cheerleader wore it?

Detective Danny Messer:
And if she had poison on her lips, why isn't she dead too?

Reed Garrett:
[Talking to Mac on the phone] Hey it's reed, I'm about to put up a new blog post about the Cabbie Killer and i was hoping that maybe you could help me with something.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] I gave you this number for personal reasons, not professional reasons.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Yes i know, but I'm just trying to put together a real profile on this guy, you know?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] I mean, don't you think that people have the right to know about who they're afraid of?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Look, I'm impressed by your determination, Reed, maybe even a little bit proud, but you're a journalist and I'm a detective on this case.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] you're crossing the line here.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Yes but isn't that what lines are for?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Not in my business.

Reed Garrett:
[ to mac] Come on. Throw me a bone, Mac.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Hanging up the phone] Good-Bye, Reed.

Reed Garrett:
[Talking to himself] Well, you won't give 'em a story, then i will.

Detective Don Flack:
Hell of a game, Mess.

Detective Danny Messer:
Yeah. Glad you could make it.

Detective Don Flack:
Me too. You should piss Lindsay off more often.

Detective Don Flack:
[Referring to the public toilet a woman drowned in] Put it this way: If a dishwasher and a Port-a-Potti were to ever mix it up, this thing would be their offspring.

Detective Danny Messer:
[about the murder weapon] Meat thermometer? Who stabs somebody with a meat thermometer?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Cannibal?

Detective Don Flack:
[Referring to the public toilet a woman drowned in] [to Mac] Put it this way: If a dishwasher and a Port-a-Potti were to ever mix it up, this thing would be their offspring.

Detective Danny Messer:
Why'd you run when I badged you?

Mercury:
[as if it's obvious] Street racing is illegal.

[Danny laughs]

Detective Jessica Angell:
Thanks for the tip. Turn around.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[to Flack] Did you just use "take a leak" and "altercation" in the same sentence?

[Flack nods, smirking]

Phil:
Hey, Mac. I've got something for you.

[holds out a menu]

Detective Mac Taylor:
I memorized the take-out menu ten years ago, Phil.

Phil:
Read the back. The pretty brunette you were talking to in here last night, she asked me if I'd give it to you next time you were in.

Aubrey Hunter:
[voiceover] Dear number thirty-nine. I just wanted to say thank you. I had a really long day. Actually, I've had a few months worth of them, to be honest. So when I came into the deli, I was thinking hard about leaving Manhattan. But then I told myself if at least one stranger could show me some tiny shred of kindness, it would mean that I should stay. And suddenly, there you were, talking with me, looking me in the eye, smiling at me like you meant it. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that it felt really good. And thanks to you, I'm staying right where I am. Yours, number forty.

Phil:
I get you anything else?

Detective Mac Taylor:
No. I'm good. Thanks.

Aubrey Hunter:
[walks into an apartment on open house] Hello.

Real Estate Agent:
Come on in! Are you here for the open house?

Aubrey Hunter:
Yes.

Real Estate Agent:
Oh, it's you!

Aubrey Hunter:
I'm sorry? Have we met before?

Real Estate Agent:
No, but I'm guessing you're the beautiful brunette woman in the green coat. [the real estate agent hands her an envelope addressed "To the beautiful brunette woman in the green coat". She opens it]

Detective Mac Taylor:
[voiceover] Dear Number 40, I hope this note reaches you and you won't find me too forward in sending it. But someone I know recently reminded me that sometimes you have to take chances - if only to give one to someone else. So, if you'd like to discuss your decision to stay in Manhattan in a little more detail, I know a great deli. tomorrow at 8? Number 39.

James Copeland:
Who's going to shoot somebody in a theater?

Detective Don Flack:
Did you ever hear of a guy named John Wilkes Booth?

Danny Messer:
If Marvin's story is true about what happened and he was shooting at the bad guys- this bullet discharged from his gun and stopped mid-air and then turned left, and hit the pillar.

Detective Don Flack:
Gotta wear a mask to a bank robbery. It's a rule.

Det. Mac Taylor:
I hear this guy is just the opening act. The main event's in the bank.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
They do things big south of Canal Street. It's Chinatown, Mac.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[examining a body] There's something gooey here.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Gooey? There's a good forensic word. Gooey. I have to use that more.

Detective Don Flack:
You know me. Everybody's a suspect 'till you prove otherwise.

Det. Mac Taylor:
This bank robbery just turned into a kidnapping.

Luther Willett:
[to Detective Aiden Burn] Wow. Cops around here just get prettier every day.

Detective Don Flack:
Watch it.

Luther Willett:
Oh, hey, don't get upset. I just got out of prison. You both look good to me.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Joanne Cho just received this ransom note about an hour ago. It was marked "urgent" and placed in her neighbor's mail slot.

Det. Mac Taylor:
[ironically] We have a kidnapper who relies on the kindness of New Yorkers?

Danny Messer:
Did ya know, six months ago, this place was a shoe store? And they just come in and turn it into a bank?

Aiden Burn:
These days anybody can be a banker.

Danny Messer:
[looking at hole cut in bank vault wall] Yeah, but you'd think they'd consider some kind of security. I mean, even double-thick steel. What is this, stainless steel sheeting? I got this stuff on the front of my dishwasher.

Tom Fester:
Welcome to Peeking Tom's. You all looking for anything in particular?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Let me guess, Tom?

Tom Fester:
The man, the myth.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[shows her badge] Detective Bonasera. The Law, the Order.

[Danny and Stella question a pedophile about a murder]

Danny Messer:
Usually when you stab somebody you know the guy's name. It's just common courtesy.

Theodore Gates:
Well I didn't stab anyone.

[to Stella]

Theodore Gates:
What on earth is he talking about?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Your DNA was found on the knife that was used to stab Michael Starling.

Theodore Gates:
I see. Was it a Swiss Army Knife?

Danny Messer:
Nice job, you got it on the first try.

Theodore Gates:
[to Stella] Is it necessary that he be here?

Danny Messer:
What? What's the matter, am I too old for you?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[after winning a bet with Mac] Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the hydrant.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[Stella comes in, sees Danny browsing a women's magazine] If you wanted beauty tips, all you had to do was ask.

Danny Messer:
Did you know that waterproof mascara dries out your lashes? That's amazing.

[the Magazine Vendor, Mark Stutz, just explained he stabbed the messenger because he was sick and tired of bikers acting like they own the area]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[disgusted] Pedestrian rage. Why do I even ask?

[at that moment, a bike messenger speeds by, giving little warning, almost running Stella over]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Son of a b*tch!

Mark Stutz:
Makes you want to murder 'em, don't it?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
[Stella doesn't respond to his comment] Get in the car.

[Danny and Stella are investigating the death of a bike messenger]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Alright Danny. How does the DNA from the fingernail scrapings on the knife not match Brett Stokes? I mean, she's got 'motive' tattooed on her forehead.

Danny Messer:
Hey, don't kill the messenger.

[pause]

Danny Messer:
See what I just did there?

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Yeah, it was cute.

Detective Thacker:
DOA is Michael Starling. Bike messenger for Speedball Express. Several unpaid summonses for reckless bicycle riding, and one prior for assaulting a cab driver.

Danny Messer:
That's still a crime in New York?

Mac Taylor:
[entering the empty morgue] Hawkes?

Sheldon Hawkes:
[sliding out from a body storage chamber] One of the trainees left the door open last weekend. A couple of pipes iced over. Places a horrible burden on the whole system. We run the risk of blowing a compressor. But you're here about your dog show DOA.

[Hawkes leads Mac to the autopsy table]

Sheldon Hawkes:
Cause of death: ruptured aorta. Internal hemorrhaging, shock. Dead in a matter of minutes.

Mac Taylor:
That's some savage needlework.

Sheldon Hawkes:
Yeah. She was unlucky. The needle could've easily passed straight through without doing any serious damage, but the point caught the aorta just right... and the dam burst. Other than the leash marks, no injuries on her hands.

Mac Taylor:
Suggests she didn't try to break her fall. But there was major disturbance at the scene.

Sheldon Hawkes:
I did find materials under her nails. Looked like skin. I sent it over to DNA.

Mac Taylor:
So she could've been attacked.

Sheldon Hawkes:
No defense wounds, no torn clothing, no recent contusions. Now, I did find foreign hairs under her clothing. And this... was in her mouth.

Mac Taylor:
Looks like latex. I'll take a look at it. Anything else?

Sheldon Hawkes:
I saved the best for last.

Mac Taylor:
You always do.

Sheldon Hawkes:
When I first saw this, I thought it might have been a postmortem dog bite.

Mac Taylor:
Those are no canine's canines.

Theodore Gates:
I registered my change of address with the proper authorities.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
We're not here for a Megan's Law visit, Mr. Gates, although seeing you within ten feet of a child is nauseating.

Ross Howell:
I became a vet because I wanted to alleviate some suffering, and I end up dealing drugs to manic-depressive shih tzus.

[trying to determine path of bicycle messenger who was murdered while riding]

Danny Messer:
Let's highlight all possible routes that he took to get from point A to point DOA.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[about the job as a forensic pathologist] We're not always right, and it's not always because we're wrong.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[processing Marina Garito's apartment] This French fry is not a French fry.

Detective Danny Messer:
I'm gonna get some coffee, you want some coffee?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
No thanks.

Detective Danny Messer:
How long are you gonna stay mad at me Lindsay?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Oh, is that what this is? Me mad at you?

Detective Danny Messer:
Is it still about missing your birthday?... Look, I didn't want to go to lunch yesterday. Why go you gotta make a big deal out of it?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Do me a favor Danny, don't reduce me to some shallow clingy girlfriend that's starting to suffocate you, ok! That's not what this is about! Ever since Ruben Sandoval died, I feel like I've lost my best friend. And don't mistake this for jealousy, ok. I know what it's like to lose someone you care about, to see them one day and not see them the next and to know you'll never see them again. I would never expect you not to grieve but clearly you've just decided to do it all on your own. [stopping] Ok, I get it. [getting up to go] , My mistake for thinking that you might need somebody to lean on. And you know, for the record, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself because I've fallen in love with you and I have to figure out how to let that go. [leaving him there]

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
[Lindsay is dressed up and Mac is in a tux] I was at the opera.

Danny Messer:
I am hanging out with the wrong people.

[On his way home from work, Danny had found a body in the subway. They are now done with the case, and he is leaving to go home once again]

Danny Messer:
[on the phone with Mac] I'm gonna go straight home without finding any bodies.

Detective Don Flack:
What's that bulge in your pocket? And don't get cute.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Sorry for the delay, QT and I were necking.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Come again?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Necking... looking at his neck.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[makes sound of understanding and slight relief]

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
You don't think I would kiss a corpse, do you?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
No, no. Of course not.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
That's disgusting.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I agree.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Long as we got that straight.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Sid, cause of death?

Adam Ross:
Strange case, you know. Bar nuts, shark tooth, tropical fish.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Beta Splendon. Or Siamese Fighting Fish, to be exact. The brilliant colors are exclusive to males. Males in the same tank will kill each other.

Adam Ross:
Ironic.

Detective Mac Taylor:
No. Wild Wild Wet.

Adam Ross:
[laughs] Whoa. That's a very hip, very salacious Manhattan club. It just kind of popped in your head like that?

Detective Mac Taylor:
And your point?

Adam Ross:
[flustered] Well... well I just - just didn't think that you would just...

Detective Mac Taylor:
The bar's over on Broadway near Chelsea University, Fighting Fish on every table. It's a short train ride from where Randy Williams was found.

Adam Ross:
[impressed] Ah you're the man, you can hang anywhere you want, huh?

Detective Mac Taylor:
I was at the scene of a crime, Adam. The bouncers went a little overboard, ended up killing some kid from Staten Island. Shrimp cocktail is fantastic. Get me something more on that tooth. [Mac leaves]

Adam Ross:
[nods] I like shrimp.

Danny Messer:
[looking at his brother Louie in a hospital bed after being beaten] I understand why you did what you did, and I love you.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Tattoo's been removed. Can you lift it?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I can lift the Titanic if you give me the proper tools.

Detective Don Flack:
Dispatch just called. Someone did a hospital job on Louie Messer, Danny's brother. Beat him within an inch of his life.

Detective Don Flack:
[to Paul Sabotini] Hey, boxer shorts, cold shower's this way.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
La Perla underwear. These babies sell for 350 dollars.

Danny Messer:
I get my BVDs in a three-pack for 10 bucks. Boom.

Danny Messer:
What is it, Montana? You beeped me 911. Are you all right?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
The DNA sample we found from the cigarrette in the endzone came back to an internal control sample.

Danny Messer:
What do you mean? That means the smoker works here at the lab. How can that be? [she hands the DNA report] Have you told anybody else about this?

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
No, just you. [is confused as Danny walks away]

Danny Messer:
[during an autopsy of a decapitated man] Mr. Potato Head! The live version.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
More like the bloody, dead version!

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I used to play with Mr. Potato Head as a boy. I would time myself, see how long it took to assemble him. Some would say I was... obsessed!

Danny Messer:
You? Obsessed? Nooo!

Detective Stella Bonasera:
[about Flack, who's under investigation by Internal Affairs] He's so by-the-book, he doesn't even swear.

[after Angell tackles a suspect they're chasing]

Danny Messer:
[impressed] High school wrestling team?

Detective Jessica Angell:
Four older brothers.

Todd Flemming:
It's crazy. This is our fault.

Don Flack:
Was there someone else involved?

Todd Flemming:
It wasn't supposed...

Don Flack:
You talking about Vince Nelson's murder?

Todd Flemming:
Can I go or what?

Don Flack:
Todd! Your coach was murdered! Now tell me what do I gotta do to get your attention here!

Mac Taylor:
So you e-mailed them to yourselves to throw off suspicion?

Kyle Sheridan:
Yeah, but that's all we did, okay? We had nothing to do with the murder.

Danny Messer:
Ah, you know what, actually, you kind of did. 'Cause we're thinking it's those pictures that got your coach killed

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
They say there are six million ways to die. Panthro Torres chose three. Official C.O.D. is cerebral hemorrhaging from a cracked skull due to his head hitting the awning. Had he survived that, he certainly would have succumbed to exsanguination from impalement. Not a bad way to go, considering option number three: a ruptured vena cava, courtesy of a fragmented .45.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Somehow, "ouch" doesn't quite cover it.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Hey. You solve this thing yet?

Jo Danville:
Can you give me till lunch?

[Jo laughs]

Jo Danville:
Torres' death leaves a void at the top of his crew, so I thought I'd look at his replacements. Might be able to avoid a street war if we can talk to them. So I'm gathering this as I go. Seems Torres was the face of this crew, but Lisa Brigosa... she's the brains, and Rick Devarro is the street muscle. Although, given his penchant for getting arrested, Rick's not too bright.

Det. Mac Taylor:
There's one other: Luther Devarro.

Jo Danville:
Any relation to Rick?

Det. Mac Taylor:
His older brother... the founder of El Pu?o, but more of an advisor at this stage of his career. I helped put him away fifteen years ago. He was released last week.

Jo Danville:
Gasoline on the fire.

Det. Mac Taylor:
It's one thing to be a street guy, another to be smart. But it's dangerous when both those qualities are embodied in one person.

Det. Mac Taylor:
A handshake used to mean something. An officer was shot today and a civilian wounded. The ammo we found had your crew's signature on it. When a guy like you gets released from prison a week before people start getting shot, I don't believe it's coincidence.

Luther Devarro:
I don't hustle. You know what that means? I don't look people in the eyes and lie to them.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Am I supposed to believe that?

Luther Devarro:
I have as much reason as you do to want to bring those kids in who shot Hazel Ortega. I didn't give that order. But I have it on good authority someone in my crew did. The last thing I want is an army of badges canvassing my neighborhood with itchy trigger fingers. Someone's son is liable to be out on his stoop holding a cell phone and catch bullets.

Det. Mac Taylor:
There's one way to take the heat off your crew.

[Devarro nods understandingly]

Luther Devarro:
Send a uni to the corner bodega on 116th. You'll find two remorseful young men who fit the description of your shooters. This is a gift I hand to you, Detective.

Det. Mac Taylor:
I trusted you once. If you're lying to me about this, next time I'll be back with everything I have.

Joseph Vance:
I'm deeply disturbed... by Estelle's death.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You're deeply disturbed. I'll give you that.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
How's it going?

Detective Danny Messer:
Feeling old.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I'd say it was the cold weather, but you're too young for aches and pains like that.

Detective Danny Messer:
Well, Mac asked Adam to develop our vic's roll of film. Kid had no idea what he was talking about. Digital generation.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I hope you hit him.

Detective Danny Messer:
Oh, I did.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I'll just say it straight: I think our vic may have been killed by... a vampire.

Det. Don Flack:
How the hell does a funeral home go out of business?

[arresting Gordon Sprouse]

Det. Don Flack:
Do you know Isabel Wilde? I'm going to introduce you to Miranda. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Steering column's intact. Wasn't hotwired. Definitely started the old-fashioned way, with a key. Hey, Danny, I'm waiting for your "boom."

Detective Danny Messer:
Ah, no more booms. Lindsay made me promise. She's afraid it's going to be Lucy's first word.

Jo Danville:
Ready to go shopping?

Detective Danny Messer:
For what?

Jo Danville:
Our killer.

Detective Don Flack:
Took a look at your r?sum?, Howie. You did three bids for theft. Is that right?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Getting caught that much makes me think you're in the wrong line of work.

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah, maybe pickpocketing isn't your forte.

Detective Don Flack:
[about Alena] According to her background, she's a regular girl scout. Model employee, pays her bills on time, never jaywalks.

Jo Danville:
I'm sensing a "but..." here.

Detective Don Flack:
Well, she may not have seemed to be in too much of a hurry to skip town when you found her in that park, but two weeks ago, she emptied her bank account, cashed out her 401k, and bought a one-way ticket to Aruba. Departure date - tomorrow. In my book, that's no vacation.

Jo Danville:
It's an escape plan. So if she did kill Grossman, it was probably premeditated.

Detective Don Flack:
It may not have been premeditated, but she still killed the guy.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Tell that to the new district attorney.

Detective Don Flack:
Who, Krasnoff? You got to be kidding me.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Given the science supporting self-defense and the lack of any premeditation, he's unwilling to press charges.

Detective Don Flack:
Did you explain to him that he's a dumbass?

Gina Mitchum:
[in sign language] You helped me. And I wish I could help you now.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[normally] What... makes you think something's wrong?

Gina Mitchum:
[in sign language] I speak with my hands. You speak with your eyes.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Your husband is a lawyer. Did he have any enemies, or recent problems at work?

Officer Marty Santucci:
[translating for Gina] My husband didn't kill Allison.

Detective Mac Taylor:
That wasn't my question.

Officer Marty Santucci:
[translating] You speak with your eyes.

[after Rupert has said that he loved the victim]

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah, and nothing says "I love you back" like an order of protection.

[Examining the body of a woman who was sawed in half]

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Do I even need to state the cause of death?

Detective Don Flack:
Do you think Houdini knew the impact he would have on the mafia lingo?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I'm sorry?

Detective Don Flack:
It's like, when they whack somebody they say, "we made him do a Houdini". Do you think that would make him proud?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Are we actually having this conversation?

Detective Don Flack:
Oh, I'm sorry, can you explain the difference between DNA and RNA? Is that better? 'Cause that's a scintillating conversation right there.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
It would be if you knew the interest...

[They are interrupted by Rupert]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
They say burning is the most painful of deaths.

Detective Danny Messer:
I love it. How do they know? What did they do, take a poll? "64% of dead people surveyed..."

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Danny, holding out lighter] What other job allows you to light your boss on fire?

Detective Danny Messer:
[to Mac before setting him on fire] Okay, but if you go up in flames, I get your office.

Detective Danny Messer:
Go with your instincts.

Detective Danny Messer:
[throws his hands in the air] Why do I even bother if you already know the answer Mac?

Detective Danny Messer:
[chuckling, after thinking that a female coworker walking down the hall is Lindsay] I think I'm losing my mind.

Detective Danny Messer:
That's impressive. It's not a butterfly, but it's impressive.

Luke Blade:
[to Mac and Danny] If that's all detectives, I'm gonna go light myself on fire.

Luke Blade:
[talking about his next "trick"] And most importantly, it has be performed by a highly pissed off professional!

Det. Mac Taylor:
You want to do the honours?

Danny Messer:
Are you lighting your arm on fire in the name of science?

Det. Mac Taylor:
What other job allows you to set your boss on fire? Going once, going twice...

Rupert Flannigan:
[waving hand over what appears to be a dead fly] Welcome to Magic Paradise gentlemen, where anything is possible, if you believe in magic. [Fly flips upright and flies away]

Detective Don Flack:
[to Mac] Fake fly.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[rubs fingers across the counter top] Sodium chloride, introducing a fine, nearly invisible pinch of salt onto the waterlogged fly reestablishes the salt to water equilibrium necessary for the fly to conduct its cellular metabolism.

Detective Don Flack:
I like the fake fly theory better

[dismembered body parts have been found on four separate street corners]

Det. Josephine 'Jo' Danville:
Why these four corners?

Det. Mac Taylor:
They're the four corners of Hell's Kitchen.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
You know, I've always been curious: why do they call this area "Hell's Kitchen"?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Well, they story goes, a veteran cop was watching a riot with his rookie partner, who said "This place is Hell itself", to which the veteran replied "Hell is a mild climate compared to this. This place is Hell's kitchen."

Don Flack:
Two kids skating home from a party that went into the early morning found the body. Or what's left of it. Lindsay Messer, meet John Doe.

Lindsay Monroe Messer:
You know, most people spend their Monday catching up on their coworkers' weekend over a nice cup of coffee.

Don Flack:
We are not most people. And as for my weekend, you're not missing much.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Adam, you do know this is a smoke-free facility?

Adam Ross:
I wouldn't dare to break the rules, boss.

Det. Mac Taylor:
So what's this got to do with our case?

Adam Ross:
How much do you think a carton of cigarettes goes for in the city?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Last I heard, about $130.

Adam Ross:
Not cheap, so if you ain't got the cash, you got to find a cheaper alternative. What do I got here?

Det. Mac Taylor:
Two packs of cigarettes.

Adam Ross:
Mm-hmm. Now, when the fire department was putting out the delivery truck, the majority of the cargo got wet, and I noticed something. This is from a pack I bought downstairs. Nothing. This is a cigarette from the van.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Three black lines. Cheap glue. Zorlov was delivering counterfeit cigarettes.

Adam Ross:
Exactly.

Det. Mac Taylor:
One of the most lucrative rackets in New York. More profitable than selling heroin or cocaine. You make fake cigarettes for sixty bucks a carton, you sell them to a local shop for $90, they turn around and sell them for $110.

Adam Ross:
Impressive profit. Product's in high demand, you can sell it in the wide open, and no one's the wiser.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Which is why the local shop owners like Byrne are so important. They sell the fakes. Without them, there's no racket.

Don Flack:
[to Kieran Reilly] We have your print on the bomb that killed Alex Zorlov. You do understand that when I say "We have your print", it means that there is no "get out of jail free" card that works here. Your print on an explosive that killed a man is a nail in your coffin.

Jo Danville:
I think I may have found the name and address of our mystery woman. Turns out ten minutes before the shootout at the Y & Dot Lounge, someone used their credit card to order a martini at the bar.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Camille Jordanson?

Jo Danville:
You know her?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I grew up with her.

Detective Danny Messer:
[voiceover] Montana, don't freak out. Although I'm sure you already have. We're trading shifts. Enjoy your snow day. D.

Detective Danny Messer:
There's no way you're guna make this shot Montana.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Benjamin says I do. [She makes the shot] You owe me $100.

Detective Danny Messer:
You know what... You're guna have to wait till pay day.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
No. You either pay me now, or come up with something better. [she kisse him]

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
[after Danny pokes her in the nose to wake her up] I dreamt that I woke up and you were gone. That you left a note.

Detective Danny Messer:
Where would I go? Its my place.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
I was hoping for a better answer.

Detective Danny Messer:
I was just kidding. I am glad this happened.

Detective Lindsay Monroe:
Me too.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hey Mac, where're you going?

Detective Mac Taylor:
London.

Dr. Peyton Driscoll:
[after inviting Mac to go with her on a trip] But Mac, I was thinking with everything you've been going through and because you adore me, and you do adore me, that you could take some of the seven weeks of vacation and come with me to London.

Detective Mac Taylor:
You've bought the ticket?

Dr. Peyton Driscoll:
[whispering] I really want you to say yes.

Detective Mac Taylor:
They belong to the gang we took down this morning. They're here for their coke.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
What are we gonna do?

Detective Mac Taylor:
Stop 'em!

Adam Ross:
[Don Flack is about to shoot two masked men whose hands are duct taped to a gun. He doesn't realize that they are cops] No no no! Don't shoot them! Don't, they're cops, see... they're cops... do you see them?

[Mac and Stella have duct-taped a gang member to a chair, gagged him, and set up a booby-trap, which the gang member does not understand at first]

Detective Mac Taylor:
It's simple. If you find some way to get out of that tape, or someone tries to save you, they trip these lasers, which set off the pipe bomb rigged to that Hydrogen tank over there. That's enough explosive to kill you, and make the cleaning crew very unhappy.

Sheldon Hawkes:
[Processing scene of a gunfight where Flack fatally shot a gang member] Any I.D.?

Don Flack:
Nope, and the rest of the clan ain't talkin'. Do better with a swab of blood from that hole I put in his chest, might get you a hit in CODIS. [Sheldon notices that Flack appears upset]

Sheldon Hawkes:
Hey, he was gonna kill you, you did what you had to.

Don Flack:
Just not how I wanted to start my day.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[on scene after a drug bust. Taylor looks impressed] It's quite a score.

Don Flack:
Two months ago CI tipped us off, he said it'd be big. I had no idea it would be this big.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Any of our guys get hurt?

Don Flack:
Sanchez took one in the shoulder, but he's on his way to Queen of Mercy.

Detective Mac Taylor:
What about you?

Don Flack:
I'm not used to lookin' down the barrel of an AK-47 but I'll be alright.

[watching the surveillance tape of the "invisible" killer, which shows up as a white blur on the tape]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Did the camera malfunction?

Detective Danny Messer:
Either that or Fifth Avenue's haunted.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
So did our vic surprise a shoplifter?

Detective Danny Messer:
Shoplifter surprised him with a bullet.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Noticing Reed walking into his office] Reed.

Reed Garrett:
[Walking into Mac's office] Mac, um, I told them I was family.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Walking over to Reed] You okay? What's Wrong?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] I knew Brian Miller.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] The Kid you found in the maze.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] We worked on the college paper together.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] We were friends.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] I'm sorry.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] look, in can't say much about the case right now.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] I get it, I just, I wanna tell you what i know.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Okay.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Um, well he's under more stress than the usual.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] You know? He was spending all his free time writing, writing this piece for the college paper, he's been writing it for the last year and a half.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] He said that it was his Watergate, You know? It was something that was gonna put him on the map.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Sit down.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] So uh, do you know what this article was about?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] It was about kings and shadows.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] What's that?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] A rumor, it's a society that exists on campus.

Reed Garrett:
[to Reed] Like a fraternity?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Minus the kankers and the pranks yeah, it's really, it's dark stuff.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] So it's like a cult?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Yeah, written by blue bloods.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] you know? At least that's what people believed.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] Brian said he was, that he was gonna get inside.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] He was gonna expose all their secrets.

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] He said that the article was gonna piss off a lot of people.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] Did you ever read what he wrote?

Reed Garrett:
[to Mac] He wasn't finished.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[to Reed] And you think someone wanted to make sure that he wouldn't.

Reed Garrett:
[Nodding his head] Yeah.

Adam Ross:
Turns out our suspect is not as spooky as she wants us to believe. I mean, come on, if this was a real ectoplasm, what's it doing shopping? Unless it's, like, the spirit of Imelda Marcos, but I don't even think she's dead.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[Pulling something out from inside the victim's neck] A prize in every box.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Absynthe spoon, a branding, a brutal beat down.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
I'll take Cult Rituals for two-hundred.

Detective Mac Taylor:
I don't think so. Kid doesn't look the part. We have reason to believe he went to Chelsea University. [pause] What is a fraternity hazing gone bad?

Detective Mac Taylor:
[Finding out a pen was filled with blood instead of ink] Who writes in blood?

Adam Ross:
Lawyers, college loan administrators...

Adam Ross:
[Watching survelliance of the suspect] I can tell she's got a bully in her life. Check that out. Look how she flinched when a customer raised his hand.

Detective Danny Messer:
Could be too much coffee.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Or a sign of abuse, and withdrawal like that is a classic symptom of PTSD.

Detective Danny Messer:
[to Adam] How'd you know that?

Adam Ross:
Huh, uh, uh, my, uh, my dad was a bully.

Danny Messer:
Montana!

[Lindsay looks at him]

Danny Messer:
See a view like this, eh? [refers to the bay and the city] Beats the wheat fields, no?

[Lindsay walks over to stand next to him and look at the view]

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Have you ever even seen a wheat field? [goes back to the body they are processing]

Danny Messer:
What's to see? It's just wheat.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
You think Danny calls me "Montana" because I'm a 49er's fan?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
He calls you that because he has a crush on you.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[to Hawkes] You ever have a threesome? It's not as glorious as you might imagine. It's complicated in dealing with different personalities and hey, sometimes you're just not in the mood, if you know what I mean. It's hard enough explaining that to one woman, let alone two.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[interrupting] Sid.

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
[continuing] And then there's...

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Sid. [motions the body] Anything else?

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
Oh. Just some trace on Don Juan's right fingers. I'll send a sample to the lab.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Okay. [Goes to leave]

Dr. Sid Hammerback:
There were these two vivacious young ladies - course I was much younger than I am now...

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Sid, I gotta go. I gotta go.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Welcome to the home of trinogomy.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Gotta admit, not what I expected.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Alright, I'll bite. What were you expecting?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Oh I don't know. [Shrugs] Lava lamps, weird tapestries, a robo-spanker, maybe a couple of big...

Detective Mac Taylor:
[interrupting, laughing] Alright, alright, I'm sorry I asked.

[after the victim's widow sees his dead body]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
I hate that part. It's like being back at the morgue again.

Det. Don Flack:
I've slept with a lot of women. Some wild, some crazy. Some both.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Excuse me?

[Don walks up to Stella and randomly says... ]

Det. Don Flack:
"I've slept with a lot of women. Some wild, some crazy, some both."

[Stella gives him a puzzled look]

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Excuse me?

Det. Don Flack:
Carlo's words. Not mine.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
Ah.

Det. Don Flack:
Shoulda swung by the hospital to meet this guy. He's a piece of work. He calls himself the new American playboy. "Lives, drinks, and breathes women." Again, his words. So that in mind, as far as jealous exes go, lot of 'em.

Det. Stella Bonasera:
I'd say Carlo emerges as our primary target.

Det. Don Flack:
Five minutes into the interview, I wanted to kill him.

[Lindsay watches Mac shoot an arrow]

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Another weapon you're an expert with. I don't know if I should be impressed or worried.

Det. Mac Taylor:
Are you guys on that music producer?

Danny Messer:
Like glue.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
[about you] He doesn't think that is funny; he's humoring you.

Danny Messer:
You don't know him like I do.

Danny Messer:
[about Mac who is playing bass in a club] Get outta here. You're kidding me? How did you know he played?

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
I figured it out. I could tell by the way he held the bass in the lab that he knew guitars and I knew he had a standing appointment on Wednesday. Could have been a shrink or yoga. But I took the music option.

Danny Messer:
I'm impressed.

Det. Lindsay Monroe:
Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought.

Danny Messer:
[referring to a rock band] Wanna go see Rough Sects?

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
You just told the man his partner was murdered, and he didn't even ask what happened.

Detective Mac Taylor:
Overwhelmed by the news, I guess. Or, maybe he already knows the answer.

[talking about mosquitoes]

Detective Mac Taylor:
Only the female of the species bite.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Good for her!

Detective Danny Messer:
It's hot a little bit, eh?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
What the hell are you wearing that jacket for?

Detective Danny Messer:
Ah, my mother still dresses me.

[Hawkes explains something about brains out of the head being fried]

Detective Stella Bonasera:
I knew this would be a no-brainer for you.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
She didn't just say that.

Detective Don Flack, Detective Mac Taylor:
She did.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hawkes! Hope you like puzzles.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Our climber's brain?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Yep. Uh, patrol's searching for more pieces.

Detective Mac Taylor:
And the body?

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Landed on the sixth-floor terrace.

Detective Mac Taylor:
[glancing up at the building] Fell from high enough to reach terminal velocity. The impact of the fall knocked his brain right out of his skull.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
This is a portion of the occipital lobe, the inferior temporal sulcus. I'd say at least 50% of his brain is still out there.

Detective Don Flack:
[approaching] Well, I've recovered a shoe that contains about 10%, and ESU is currently scraping a Jell-O-like substance from the sewer grate.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Hey.

Detective Stella Bonasera:
Hello, Hawkes. How's it going.