CSI: NY, Season 6

Lindsay:
10 percent chance of walking? You told me it was 60.

Danny:
I just didn't want to scare you.

Lindsay:
You know what scares me, Danny? It's the fact that you think you need to lie to me.

Lindsay:
Now don't get too comfortable in that chair.

Danny:
Well, it's been a month and I haven't felt a thing. Nothing, no movement, no tingling. Nothing.

Lindsay:
Danny, you gotta be patient.

Danny:
We gotta start thinking that this might be the way it is, is what we gotta do.

Lindsay:
Doctor said there's no permanent damage to your spine. Inflammation from the gunshot wound is causing temporary paralysis.

Danny:
Yeah, but how do you forget the words like 'more than likely, best case scenario, 60% chance of recovery'? How do you do that?

Lindsay:
Well, for one, I'm an optimist. For another if you don't recover, I'm going to kick your butt.

Jake Calaveras:
It was all just talk, at first. Then Wilson came up with this idea. What if we made the city work for us? You know? He used the word ransom. I thought he was joking. But they kept talking about it. Doing something, again and again and again, and having the city pay us to stop.

Mac:
Why, Jake? To what end?

Jake Calaveras:
Dave said because we could. Just... because we could.

Mac:
Because you could? Is that what I should tell the family of the bartender who died or all the people who were injured!? Is that what I should tell my detective who's sitting in a wheelchair!?

Mac:
These guys aren't looking to kill, they're looking to scare.

Danny:
Yeah, well, then why don't they use something other than guns?

Mac:
No, think about it. All that gunfire, there's been one fatality. And at both the scene last night and the restaurant, most of the damage was to the awning and the top of the building. Their weapon of choice? Style SPP auto-machine pistol, small weapon, high-recoil, certainly not known for accuracy.

Stella:
So these thugs are in the business of fear. They want the entire city to be at their mercy.

Lindsay:
(rushing into the lab) Sorry I'm late. The sitter was stuck in traffic.

Hawkes:
(looking at her t-shirt) Whitesnake, huh?

Lindsay:
Baby throw up on everything else.

McCanna Boyd Taylor:
New York City Police Department's the best in the country. You've had your war, son. Take the job.

Mac:
Dad...

McCanna Boyd Taylor:
Claire's from New York, huh? She has family there. You're gonna need their help when... babies start coming.

Mac:
(almost laughing) Whoa, Dad. We just got married. And I was thinking that maybe I'd... if I do retire, maybe I'd move back to Chicago for a while.

McCanna Boyd Taylor:
No, son. There's no need for you to be here. I've had a good life. You need to live yours.

Mac:
Dad...

McCanna Boyd Taylor:
You've served... your country, Mac. Pick up the phone. Make the call. Take the job. Promise me... you'll make the call.

Mac:
I promise.

Compass Killer:
Do you know where I am? Do you even know which way to look?

Lindsay:
(as she sees Danny doing pull ups) Danny! What are you doing?

Danny:
Processing the vic's phone.

Lindsay:
Oh, of course. What was I thinking?

Danny:
Flack had the vic's phone pinged. We found it in a dumpster. Waiting on DNA results from the trace I found. I figured I'd get a little pump in.

Lindsay:
Don't you have physical therapy today?

Danny:
Yeah, yeah, so I'm getting ready for it. (as she just looks at him) What? You see Lucy lately, huh? She's standing up in her crib, cruising along the walls of the apartment. She's gonna walk soon, Lindsay.

Lindsay:
Danny, please tell me you're not competing with our ten-month-old daughter.

Danny:
No, I'm not competing with our daughter. All right? I'm just sick and tired of being in this chair. I want to run through Central Park with my daughter on my shoulders, okay? I want to chase down boys who try to hit on her. I want to dance with you and her at her wedding. So, if you don't mind... (preparing for another round)

Lindsay:
(placing her hands at the sides of his neck, caressing it, and leaning in) I don't mind at all.

Mac:
(to his team) We're going to work night and day to figure out exactly why this killer chose his victims, and were going to use that connection to catch him before the press gets wind of it and panics the whole damn city over some kind of compass killer. Or worse... before he adds another victim to the map.

Mac:
Is he still here?

Sid:
Who?

Mac:
The husband, the man who I.D.'d her body.

Sid:
He left. He was so upset. I hope he went home...

Mac:
Where exactly was he standing?

Sid:
That table right over there. Here (flips the lights on as Mac picks up the compass) Oh, no. The killer was here.

Mac:
And I don't know where the hell he's going next.

Flack:
If you could go back to that moment, just you and him in that apartment, would you do it again? Would you stick the knife in his chest?

Deborah Carter:
(reliving the stabbing & not caring) All 17 times. Regret's a waste of time, Detective.

Flack:
Right. You can't change the past. Stand up, turn around. No matter how okay you think you are, when you close your eyes at night, it's gonna haunt you. (as he cuffs her)

Hawkes:
(after seeing Danny conclude his therapy early) So what was that?

Danny:
What?

Hawkes:
Danny, you gotta try way harder if you're gonna get up out of this chair.

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

Hawkes:
I 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.

Danny:
Are you kidding me?! I'd like to give you five minutes of the pain I feel every time I take a step.

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

Danny:
(trying to apologize to his rehab therapist) I'm done whining. I came here so you can help me get out of this wheelchair and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make that happen. I've got a few precious things I need to pay for.

Mac:
Don. Everything okay with you?

Flack:
Yeah, I'm fine.

Mac:
I'm not convinced.

Flack:
Why do you need to be? Did I do something wrong?

Mac:
It's what you didn't do. It could have got you killed.

Flack:
Am I being second-guessed for not killing someone? I thought that was a good thing.

Mac:
It is, if it was a choice. People are concerned about you, Don.

Flack:
Tell people I said thanks, but I can take care of myself.

Mac:
I wish that was true. If it wasn't for Lindsay saving your ass today, we might be having this conversation in an emergency room, or maybe not at all.

Flack:
Unless you want to make that official, I got nothing else to say.

Stella:
Jesse performed under the stage name 'Mechanicx'. This particular competition is known as 'Battle Step'.

Mac:
I thought this type of dancing went out with Ms. Pac-Man and the Rubik's Cube.

Stella:
Definitely went underground and advanced, only to resurface with a new name. It's now called street-dancing, and it's gone pro.

Mac:
Something's off, though. Based on the complaint of the first robbery, Jesse stared right at the guy. Why'd the I.D. go south?

Stella:
Well, you know how unreliable eyewitnesses can be, especially when they're staring down the barrel of a gun.

Brooke Hallworth:
I just can't believe it was Nick under that mask. He was our friend. He came to visit me in the hospital.

Stella:
He was going to go to the police to confess, but before he did, he wanted to see you to try to explain, to apologize as best he could. But when he walked into your hospital room,...

Brooke Hallworth:
He realized I didn't remember anything.

Stella:
He thought the whole thing would just go away.

Brooke Hallworth:
(sighs) Jesse didn't need to do any of this. I loved him for who he was. God... he could make me smile.

Adam:
(sees Danny slowly walking down the hallway with the a cane) Race you to the end of the hallway. Oh, hey! Just a little humor there.

Danny:
Yeah, well, uh, where are we at on this hotel-room murder?

Adam:
Well, behind door number one, we have a silver vase, champagne bottle and all the matching stemware. Behind door number two, we have a wool ski-mask, presumably worn by the killer. So, what's it going to be, Messer?

Danny:
It's going to be door number one.

Adam:
Ah. Feeling lucky about getting some prints, huh?

Danny:
No, it's just a little closer.

Mac:
Adam said he saw a quiz on facebook called "If you were the Compass Killer, where would you strike next?"

Mac Taylor:
Do you know this man?

Dot-com:
Yeah, that's Jesse Lewis. Why, did he do something wrong?

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

Adam:
This guy was kinky with his food.

Stella:
Care to elaborate on that?

Adam:
I think he was sploshing. A sploshing party is an event where a group of people get together and they experience food in a, uh, sensual way. They, um, caress their bodies with foods of different textures and temperatures, and it, uh... it arouses and stimulates and... they say that it excites them and-and... well, I just, again, it's what I've… I've heard, I...

Flack:
There are specific locations for these...?

Stella:
Sploshing parties.

Adam:
Oh, you can go to a Web site and get an invitation.

Mac:
Have you talked to Sheldon?

Stella:
I'm... I'm not sure what to say. Guess my expectations are too high.

Mac:
What do you mean?

Stella:
Hawkes is a brilliant former surgeon. And that being said, I know that he couldn't have saved Martin Stafford's life if he had tried. But what's bugging me is I don't understand why he didn't know more was wrong with him. Why he didn't see the symptoms, why he didn't tell us everything at the crime scene.

Mac:
I've been asking myself those questions. When Hawkes told me what happened, I was angry, but I resisted giving him a lecture or threatening modified duty, because... it was Sheldon. All I kept thinking was, this isn't like him. It wasn't like him at all. I suppose we do expect a lot out of each other.

Stella:
(sighing) Is that bad?

Mac:
No.

John Simmons:
That s.o.b. took my money! He invested the employees' pension, and he lost it all. We trusted him! I don't have anything. I don't have a damn thing left after all those years.

Mac:
Look at me. This isn't the way to fix it.

John Simmons:
What? You gonna tell me that you understand? You can't understand. You can't possibly understand.

Hawkes:
I do! 'Cause a month ago, I lost everything, too. I trusted someone with my money just like you did. A money manager who turned out to be a scam artist. Now I'm living with friends. Spending my nights out, begging for overtime, but mostly, I just sit there wondering what the hell happened. And the worst about all this is that it changed me, and I don't like what I've become. The secrets I've kept, and the pride that forced me to lie to my friends and treat people unkind.

Hawkes:
I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone because I was embarrassed. I'm smart, educated, and I was duped. And it wasn't like John Simmons or even his boss, Martin Stafford. They just trusted in the economy, and it let them down. Me, I got greedy, tried to play with the big boys, and I got stung.

Stella:
It wasn't greed, Sheldon. It's called optimism.

Mac:
I've got a spare room. (smiling) And it's not up for negotiation.

Lindsay:
What are you thinking?

Danny:
(eyes a stained Hawaiian hula-doll on the dashboard) Besides the fact that you and I have never had a honeymoon, I'm thinking that might be blood.

Stella:
What else do we know about these perps?

Ray Langsten:
Targets are always young women between the ages of 19 and 25. They're highly-organized, they're well-financed. They lure these women into... prostitution, black-market surrogacy, use them as human-trafficking pawns, you name it.

Stella:
And now harvesting bodies for organs.

Mac:
Our informant is a cellmate of a suspect we convicted six months ago in connection with a human-trafficking ring here in New York City.

Ray Langston:
A little cellmate chitchat, and a convict looking to make a deal... that's hard to trust.

Mac:
True, but right now, we're standing here with nothing. And I kind of got the impression you weren't here to sightsee.

Ray Langston:
It never gets easier, does it?

Mac:
No. 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. One day, a woman whispers thank you to me through her tears. And I realized that she just needed to know that there was somebody doing everything they could for her child. And that's what you're doing, Ray. And that's worth a phone call.

Ray Langston:
(as they gear up at the junk yard) Did you know that the oldest projectile fired from a weapon was recorded in the fourteenth 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 1,700 years of evolution we haven't come very far, have we?

Stella:
(seeing Danny walk without help) Hey! On your own two feet and looking good, Messer.

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

Stella:
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.

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

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

Danny:
Yeah, let's go with that.

Sid:
(about their vic) There are 206 bones in the human body. Richard Caldrone broke 204 of them.

Stella:
Well, jumping off a bridge has a tendency to do that.

Flack:
Hey-o, Terrence! This has been fun and all, but you should probably get some new friends. Your boys are like walking parole violations. What's the matter, did I hurt your feelings? Did you get sensitive all of a sudd...? (Seeing Mac in the apartment)

Terrence:
I ain't trying to have no cop convention up in here. But you two need some quality time, so I'm gonna give you all five minutes.

Mac:
Hey, let's be clear. Part of me wants to take this badge off and settle this another way.

Flack:
Get out of my face.

Mac:
(runs him against the wall) Hey! We're in the middle of a murder investigation and you go AWOL?!?

Flack:
I can handle myself.

Mac:
Oh, yeah? Is that what you're doing here in this apartment? (pulls out Flack's gun) Is that why I had to get this from Terrence? Is that why I had to have Stella triangulate your phone and Danny check the ERs to see if you turned up dead? You can keep telling people that you're fine, but that won't work.

Stella:
(entering with a mug in her hands) I just finished my third cup of coffee. Figured you could probably use one.

Lindsay:
Oh, thanks, Stella. Thought we weren't supposed to drink in the lab?

Stella:
We aren't, but at some point, the human body either requires sleep or massive quantities of caffeine.

Lindsay:
God bless you.

Mac:
(about the picture of Eckhart and his wife) So what are we looking at?

Hawkes:
Manhattanhenge.

Stella:
Manhattan- what?

Hawkes:
It's a biannual phenomenon in which the rising or setting sun aligns perfectly with the east-west grid of Manhattan's streets. Sort of a Stonehenge-meets-concrete-and-hot-dog-carts kind of thing.

Mac:
Eckhart was supposed to meet his wife at Lincoln Center after work.

Stella:
But when he was running late, he told her to go to the surveyor's office instead.

Mac:
Figured if they were going to miss the show, they might as well be together.

Danny:
So, he blamed himself as much as everyone else.

Lindsay:
Maybe more.

Hawkes:
Each man is the architect of his own fate.

Stella:
And sometimes the fate of others.

Mac:
(toasting during dinner) Here's to a great team and to getting Hollis Eckhart off the streets.

Stella:
Yes. And to reminding us that life is fleeting and we should hold on to the people we love while we can.

Stella:
(to Mac, after bending a vase that reveals a hidden room) I'll shoot you if you say ladies first.

Mac:
Sam Harding was an inventor. This room, maybe this entire penthouse was his greatest creation.

Flack:
Okay. Knowing that, how do we find Richard Lawson?

Mac:
We play Sam Harding's game.

Stella:
Things just got a lot more difficult.

Mac:
(ominous) And a lot more dangerous.

Danny:
Jones put up seed money for Harding's invention business. But it sounds like their deal eventually went sour 'cause Harding filed a suit in 1923 for patent infringement but it was dismissed. Jones comes up missing shortly after.

Mac:
Sam Harding had motive to make that happen. Harding thought Jones stabbed him in the back and when he didn't win in court, he got revenge.

Danny:
We just solved an 86-year-old murder. Not bad for a half a day's work.

Mac:
Well, it gives us the rest of the day to tackle the remaining unanswered questions: who broke into the penthouse? And who made the 911 call?

Sid:
Did you know that between 400 and 1400 A.D. there was a common belief that mummia was a potent medicine with curative powers? People used to grind up mummy parts and put them on their bodies to get well when they were sick.

Stella:
(musing) Mmm, take two milligrams of mummy and call me in the morning.

Sid:
(chuckles) Something like that.

Mac:
Sid, I thought you had hobbies outside of work.

Sid:
I take it my interest in the history of my profession and the fascinating world of the post-mortem does not strike you as an enjoyable pastime?

Mac:
(to Stella) Let's take him to a Jets game this weekend

Sam Harding:
(flashback, on the phonograph to Walter Jones) A sad, painful song. A song of lies and betrayal, heartbreaking. But a song can only make you feel so much. It's no substitute for real suffering. That's why I invited you to my home. Everything I worked for, you stole it and sold it to the highest bidder and kept the money. My money. Then you bought off the judge and made me look like a liar. So while you made millions, I invested my unrewarded ingenuity and hard work into making this place a lesson in pain, lies, and betrayal. You may be smart enough to steal my inventions, but let us see if you are smart enough to survive them. (Walter tries to run from the room, steps on a tile that gives way releasing the angel-wing knives, and knocking him to the floor, fatally wounded. Sam puts the broken phonograph pieces in Walters' pockets, walks out of the penthouse and locks the door as Sam dies inside)

Mac:
(about Richard Lawson) If this guy's a successful real-estate agent, what's he doing breaking into Sam Harding's penthouse?

Stella:
Well, before he died, Harding set up a trust to take care of his home, keep it empty after his death. Nobody was allowed to go inside, not even the building's super or maintenance man.

Mac:
He wanted to hide the fact that he murdered Walter Jones and left him there to rot.

Stella:
His secret and Jones' body would've remained undiscovered, except this week the rule against perpetuities went into effect.

Mac:
That stops dead people from owning property forever.

Stella:
Right, which means the penthouse was just about to be put up for auction by the state.

Mac:
Maybe we should be looking for what we don't see! (realises Stella is looking confused) There's a big, giant chandelier in the middle of this tiny room with no lightswitch to turn it on! So how would you do it?

Stella:
(shines her torch on the blind) Huh!? (Mac turns around as she says this) That's an odd size and place for the only window in the room!

Mac:
(looks at it thoughtfully) I'll get Flack to get a ladder!

Stella:
(stops him as he goes to walk away) Harding wouldn't have had a ladder!

Mac:
(looks at the drawers Stella has half opened) So we use the stairs)

Stella:
(smiles as he walks towards the drawers)

Mac:
(climbs the "stairs" and pulls up the blind)

Stella:
Nothing! (Mac looks at her) It's got to be all about the window! I mean the stairs lead right to it!

Mac:
This skyscraper wasn't here in Harding's day. It's blocking the suns ray!

Stella:
(chuckles) Well we can't move the building!

Mac:
So we move the sun!

Stella:
(opens the book aprehensivly) No title (flips a page) No author (flips several pages) Blank pages!

Mac:
(sees the ribbon divider and opens to the page)

Stella:
(reads out loud) If a red house is made of red bricks and a blue house is made of blue bricks...(stares at Mac) What is a green house made of?

Mac:
(looks at Stella whos brow is furrowed in confusion) Glass!

Stella:
(looks at the windows) Well the windows would be too obvious!

Mac:
There are two vases. They're both glass so we have a 50/50 chance of being right!

Stella:
(smiles at Mac) I can do better than that! (licks her finger and wipes it round the mouth of the vase) Crystal! Crystal sings. It's not glass

Mac:
(looks sarcastic) Impressive!

Stella:
(blushes) Thank you (goes to walk to the other vase)

Mac:
Careful Stell!

Stella:
(nods then licks her finger and again wipes the mouth of the vase) Ha! (Mac smiles in acceptance as she lifts the vase forward but hearing clicks of a lock makes her put the vase back down hurridely then the door opens) I'll shoot you if you say "ladies first"!

Stella:
How did he get in here without playing musical furniture? I mean we had to re-arange the whole room before the door opened!

Mac:
(smiles) Then there must be another way into the room! (walks through one of the doors and into another room)

Stella:
(realising as they walk through a wardrobe) Flack and I was just in this room earlier!

Stella:
(helping Mac carry a Christmas tree) So you had to pick the biggest one, huh?

Mac:
It's a Taylor family tradition. Every Christmas we visit all the tree lots looking for that one. And then the day after New Year's, when everybody puts their trees out by the curb, my dad would drive us around the neighbourhood to see if we could find a bigger one than ours.

Stella:
And?

Mac:
17 Taylor Christmases, never once did we find a tree that beat us.

Flack:
I have to ask. Two years nurturing someone back to health, getting to know them, watching them grow. How do you rationalize killing them?

Debbie Fallon:
They're a cancer. Living in the street like dogs. Begging for change.

Grace Chandler:
Leaving their feces and stench in boxes in doorways.

Debbie Fallon:
How long do you think they would have lasted before you or some other cop found them dead? We took them off the street. We gave them two more good years.

Grace Chandler:
Two years living in a Park Avenue apartment building. Wearing the best designer clothes and expensive jewelry. We gave them things, things they never could have imagined. Having a life they were never supposed to live. We gave them two more years. Two years they would have never had.

Flack:
And the payment for that was their lives?

Stella:
(as he looks on at the interigations) Sam, you were next.

Sam Baker:
What?

Stella:
Your life was insured for over $5 million dollars. In order to become a legitimate beneficiary, Debbie called herself your fiance in all of the paperwork.

Sam Baker:
I can't believe this is happening. I was living on the streets. She helped me get a place.

Stella:
This was all part of the plan. Debbie and Grace waited two years, enough time for the policies to mature and pay out at maximum benefits, no matter what the manner of death. Most likely, Sam, in a week, you'd have been dead.

Mac:
You chose people who were vulnerable and broken. People you knew had nobody to question your motives. What's it like to live without a conscience?

Grace Chandler:
It's like being rich. Something you probably know nothing about.

Mac:
Putting people like you away for the rest of your life, doing good... that makes me rich. Something you probably know nothing about.

Flack:
I'm thinking our vic's wallet and jewelry were on someone's Christmas list.

Mac:
Along with his life.

Flack:
Well, let's hope that Eli can spin a better story than Sam. 'Cause the one he's telling in there just isn't holding water.

Debbie Fallon:
You're so wrong. He isn't capable of murder.

Flack:
Anyone's capable of murder, Miss Fallon.

Grace Chandler:
I know you think I had something to do with this.

Mac:
Most of the people who sit in this chair... they lie. Each time that happens we get a little bit better at knowing who's telling the truth and who's not.

Grace Chandler:
And how about me, Detective. Am I a liar?

Mac:
I'll let you know.

Mac:
I'm going to go get Grace Chandler. Stella, you go get Sam Baker, get him out of lockup, and bring him down to Interrogation. You two pick up Debbie Fallon, get her over to the precinct.

Stella:
What's going on?

Mac:
We got ourselves a triangle. Except it doesn't involve love. It involves murder.

Stella:
When I was a little girl, there was a sign hanging above the desk where I did my homework. And it said that "Temptation will lean on the doorbell, but opportunity may knock only once."

Sam Baker:
As ironic as it might seem, Debbie provided me with a second chance, and I plan to make the most of it.

Stella:
Good.

Lisa Williams:
Is this the part where I look at the bloody crime scene photo, break down in tears and confess to murder?

Flack:
Only if you did it.

Stella:
Hey, Danny, I'm waiting for your 'boom'.

Danny:
Ah, no more 'booms'. Lindsay made me promise. She's afraid it's gonna be Lucy's first word.(keeps checking the car) Boom! This is our car.

Stella:
I've been guilty of it myself. Put a couple of coins or a dollar in a cup and move on. Never looking at them in the eyes, never thinking you can do more to help.

Sam Baker:
Those couple of coins in the cup, that's more than most.

Flack:
Debbie, before you make a complete ass of yourself, do me a favor: take a look right here.

Stella:
[to Sam Baker) So somebody broke into your apartment, took the key, borrowed your car, committed a homicide, dumped the car, and then put the key back. I mean, does that sound like anything a sane person would believe?

Stella:
Manning fights his way back from the streets and seems to have a great life ahead of him.

Mac:
So, how does he end up in that alley right back where she found him?

James Manning:
You're wasting your time worrying about me, lady. I'm a lost cause.

Stella:
There's no such thing. You just need to get off the street, get sober, and start taking care of yourself.

James Manning:
No, this life beat the care out of me a long time ago.

Mac:
That's the victim, but who's the other guy?

Stella:
They're both James Manning. The moment I saw him, I knew there was something familiar about him. And then when I saw that scar on his hand... I ran him through CARS for past collars and came up with this booking photo.

Mac:
It's hard to believe they're the same person.

Stella:
Put some meat on his bones and a shave and he looks like a completely different guy.

Mac:
It's never a good thing when you look better in the autopsy photo than you do when you're alive.

Joe Ross:
I wasn't in no alley and I didn't torch nobody, man.

Danny:
Your DNA was on a cigarette butt that ignited the fire.

Joe Ross:
I ain't capable of that kind of violence.

Flack:
Robbery. Burglary. Assault. You got a resume for that kind of violence.

Danny:
This is a step up for you.

Judge:
What you're telling me pertains to evidence that you and your investigators collected and analyzed.

Stella:
I'm well aware of that.

Judge:
And this could not have waited until after the defendant was remanded?

Stella:
With all due respect, your honour... would you prefer to make rulings without prior knowledge of all the facts?

Judge:
If what you just told me goes on record, Antonio Reyes could walk out onto the street, free to do more harm. Are you prepared to live with the potential consequences of that? Are you, detective?

Stella:
I am truly sorry for having to do what I did today.

Mrs. Reynolds:
And now Antonio Reyes is going to go right back out onto the street, where he can do more harm. Where he can murder somebody else's child.

Stella:
I promise you, I will do everything in my power not to let that happen.

Mrs. Reynolds:
Really? Like what?

Stella:
There are things I can do, steps that I can take.

Mrs. Reynolds:
Are any of those steps as good as having him back behind bars where he belongs?

Lindsay:
(enters the locker room to see Danny with a back support under his shirts) What is that?

Danny:
Nothing. Just precautionary. My back's been acting up. Probably just pulled something.

Lindsay:
When?

Danny:
A few weeks ago, when Flack and I were chasing Hollis Eckhart.

Lindsay:
You know, Danny? Maybe you came back to work too soon.

Danny:
And what are our other options, Linds? I take any more sick days, they'll force a medical leave on me.

Lindsay:
Well, look on the bright side. You'd get to spend more time with Lucy. You are her favourite.

Danny:
(swallows a pill) It'll be fine (leans forward and kisses the corner of her mouth) Don't worry about it.

Stella:
What are some of the most common motives you've seen in your 15 years as D.A., Mr. Hansen?

D.A. Hansen:
Motives for what?

Stella:
Murder.

D.A. Hansen:
I'm not sure I know where this is going.

Stella:
Just answer the question.

D.A. Hansen:
Money, drugs. Erm...

Stella:
And jealousy. The kind of jealousy that builds into a rage that leads to murder.

Lindsay:
(answering her phone) Lindsay Messer.

Danny:
Hey babe, it's me.

Lindsay:
Are you still at the acupuncture studio?

Danny:
Yeah, no, I'm still here and, erm, I think somebody just lifted my wallet.

Lindsay:
Are you sure you had it with you?

Danny:
(getting anxious) No, no, I'm sure it was in here. They got everything... I mean, M-my-my-my wallet, my-my cards, my money, even my grandfather's dog tags. My badge.

Lindsay:
Can you talk to the owner? Maybe he saw something.

Danny:
They got my badge, Lindsay, what am I going to do?

Lindsay:
All right, look, we'll find it, Danny, okay? Don't beat yourself up. Just come back here, we'll figure something out.

Stella:
D.A or not, no one commits a perfect crime.

Danny:
Last week, my dog tags were stolen, obviously. My wallet and my badge.

Flack:
What? Where did this happen?

Danny:
My back's been bothering me, so I go to this acupuncture joint. I come out of the treatment, go back to my locker. Everything's gone, except my clothes.

Flack:
Did you report your shield stolen?

Danny:
No. I mean, I don't want to make a big deal about it... yet.

Flack:
It's a big deal.

Danny:
I know.

Flack:
Now some nut job's running around the city with your shield. Damn it!

Scott Coleman:
(whistfully about Kristen Melvoy) After we moved here, she...started dieting, got hair extensions, fixed her teeth, wanted her breasts enlarged. When she got into that lingerie-football league, she thought that was her ticket to fame and fortune. Next thing you know, that girl from Seattle was ancient history. So was our engagement.

Flack:
(looking around the store) This is certainly a step up from the place my Uncle Teddie used to pawn his cufflinks when he needed a drink.

Danny:
(lauhgs a bit) Yeah. Bars and pawnshops recession-proof.

Flack:
Guess so.

Sid:
I'm thinking maybe I missed something.

Mac:
Sid, Natalie was pronounced dead in Michigan. Why are you blaming yourself?

Sid:
Because I dismissed her mother's suspicion as that of a grieving parent. Perhaps if I'd looked more closely, I might have been able to prevent the death of her teammate.

Sid:
I'm thinking she had an allergic reaction to something. Question is: was it intentional or accidental?

Mac:
Well, even if it was accidental, we're still dealing with someone who dumped her body into a hot tub rather than call 911.

Joseph Vance:
I'm deeply disturbed... by Estelle's death.

Mac Taylor:
You're deeply disturbed. I'll give you that.

Stella Bonasera:
How's it going?

Danny Messer:
Feeling old.

Stella Bonasera:
I'd say it was the cold weather, but you're too young for aches and pains like that.

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.

Stella Bonasera:
I hope you hit him.

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.

Don Flack:
Billy James?

Billy James:
I take it you guys don't want NYPD tattoed on your forearms.

[After finding out about the Vampire Theory]

Don Flack:
That's a relief.

Danny Messer:
What?

Don Flack:
She's got a bed.

Danny Messer:
What'd you think? She had a coffin? [Looking at photographs] She had a nice eye. Obviously put a lot of time into these photographs.

[Checking a bookcase]

Don Flack:
Oh! She obviously put a lot of time into some interesting reading habits as well. [Found several books related to vampires] The awakening, Confessions of a Vampire.

Danny Messer:
Are you serious? How does one get involved in this? I mean, when do you have that moment of deciding: I wanna suck someone elses blood off?

Don Flack:
I don't know. Whatever happened to kids playing stickball and manhunt?

Danny Messer:
Yeah, Yeah. Suddenly, its... eh... being pale, and skinny, and having sharp teeth and great hair. That's the way to go.

[Adam Lindsay and Danny in the garage, putting together a burnt race car]

Lindsay:
Somebody did a bad thing to a good fencooler.

Adam:
You a racing fan?

Lindsay:
Anything that rips it up 200 miles an hour, you gotta respect.

Danny:
Haha...that's my girl. You grow up in Montana and you love race cars.

Linds:
Maybe stop cars, but open wheel...that's a whole different thing.

Adam:
I know what you mean. Paddle-shift versus stick, front rear wings and you have the whole LCD steering wheel that you basically need an engineering degree to operate.

Lindsay:
You race?

Adam:
Playstation.

[Lindsay laughs]

Adam:
Those games are very realistic.

Danny:
All right, Speed Racer, calm down.

[Danny, Lindsay, and Adam showing Mac their findings]

Lindsay:
So is this thing a beauty or what?

Adam:
Every single piece is accounted for following the specs and the burn pattern.

Mac:
Great work.

Danny:
We checked the area behind the cockpit right here, Mac and this is where we discovered our mystery generator was located.

Lindsay:
We checked with the racing coalition, and it's called a V.I.C engine.

Mac:
Velocity Injection Chamber. I've read about it. It's a nasty piece of work, but it's still experimental, not every team is using it.

Lindsay:
That's why it wasn't in the specs. It isn't part of the formula yet.

Danny:
Might be the future if hybrid engines though. It recycles wasted energy. (He explains how it works) Instant turbo-boost right at your fingertips. Press the button and...

Adam:
Boom!

[Everyone looks at him]

Adam:
(mumbles) Sorry, that was...that was your moment...I thought you were gonna...boom...nothing.

Lindsay:
Turns out our vic was killed by a VIC engine.

Don Flack:
Maybe it's me, but I don't get it. You get 80 laps jammed into that tiny car; 10 second pit stops... Where do you go to the bathroom?

Mac Taylor:
You don't wanna know.

Mac:
How you feeling?

James Roberts:
Guilty. Like... this is all my fault. My best friends are all dead because of me.

Mac:
That's not true, James. This is life. It throws things at you. Some good, some bad. No one could have predicted what happened, not even if you're Albert Einstein.

Gerald Gordon:
Strangest thing. Came out of nowhere.

Stella:
The lamppost? The lamppost came out of nowhere?

Gerald Gordon:
Right.

Danny:
They have a tendency to do that when you're driving up on the sidewalk.

Flack:
Clowns?! That's what you're going with...clowns? That's your official story?

James Roberts:
They were trying to kill me.

Flack:
Oh, so they're the "homicidal on the inside" kind of clowns. Well, hang on a second while I put out an APB for two guys with frizzy pink hair and big red noses!

Flack:
Why'd you do it?

Calvin Moore:
Why do you think?

Danny:
For the money.

Calvin Moore:
You bet your ass money.

Danny:
How much money you get?

Calvin Moore:
A grand.

Flack:
A grand? You did this for a grand?

Calvin Moore:
Yeah. It was the easiest money I ever made.

Flack:
What are you talking about?

Calvin Moore:
What are you talking about?

Danny:
We're talking about a quadruple homicide that apparently you committed last night.

Calvin Moore:
That I committed?

Danny:
Yeah. That's what it sounds like.

James Roberts:
What's happening to me?

Mac:
You took LSD.

James Roberts:
No. No. No. No. I...

Mac:
Listen to me, James. You're experiencing hallucinations, heightened anxiety, intense paranoia.

James Roberts:
I wouldn't have done that. I... I... I...

Mac:
Your friends took it, too. It was your 21st birthday. You were probably doing a lot of things you hadn't done before.

Flack:
The hotel manager said that the girls did not check in with them.

Hawkes:
So the guys either met them at some point that night and they all went back to the hotel to continue the party.

Danny:
Right, or they were the party. Hired to, erm, blow out the birthday boy's candle

Danny [to Lindsay as she is looking into a microscope]:
Whatcha gawking at?

Stella Bonasera:
We've got an impact mark. [Checks with the scanner] Hey Mac. Take a look at this.

Mac Taylor:
That's pure gold.

Danny Messer:
I can top that. Just found this, in his shoe print.

Stella Bonasera:
Four leaf clover?

Mac Taylor:
Natural genetic mutation. There's only one for every ten thousand three leaf clover.

Don Flack:
Hang on a second. Gold, four leaf clover, right before St. Patricks Day? Where the hell are we, at the end of the rainbow? [Stella chuckles]

Mac Taylor:
I'll tell you this much, neither one of these guys had the luck of the irish.

Don Flack:
We got Vandemann locked up tight in protective custody.

Mac Taylor:
He tell you anything more to his story?

Don Flack:
Not yet, but once he has a hot meal, and realizes we're not out to kill him, he'll come around.

Flack:
[to suspect in the interrogation room] You know the old stereotype about "Irish temper"? It's not really a problem for me. But those bagpiping cops out in the bullpen? Having to file reports instead of knocking a few back at the Knights of Columbus? [mockingly] They're ready to pull you like cabbage.

Adam Ross:
I'd be more than happy to help you, you look a little lost.

Aubrey Hunter:
Oh no, I was told to wait right by the elevator. The lost look is me just taking this all in. I've never seen a crime lab before.

Adam Ross:
You know, I could give you a tour, show you some epithelials under a microscope.

Aubrey Hunter:
I've seen plenty of epithelials, but thank you.

Adam Ross:
Ah, Biologist?

Aubrey Hunter:
Doctor.

Adam Ross:
Dermatologist.

Aubrey Hunter:
Emergency Room.

Adam Ross:
Single?

Aubrey Hunter:
Cute.

Adam Ross:
Well...

Aubrey Hunter:
[Looks beyond Adam] Mac.

Adam Ross:
[flustered] Boss.

Mac Taylor:
Hey Aubrey.

Aubrey Hunter:
Hi

Adam Ross:
Got some work to. [Leaves, fast]

Stella Bonasera:
You think I'm trying too hard?

Don Flack:
We all have a Marina Garito, Stella.

Don Flack:
John Brennan calls the station house once a month. And anyone who answers the phone gets a story about how his wife was murdered, and the man responsible is still out there. And it breaks your heart. Because you don't have any answers for him. But what can you do? Tell me, on those Mondays, when you hung up the phone, what did you do? [Stella shakes her head a little] You can't do much. Because you are chasing bad guys, who are out there right now, and the evidence on those old cases gets cold, and the witnesses don't remember half of what they used to, and-

Stella Bonasera:
You're right. But I just can't stop thinking that I should've done more to help her find her brother.

Don Flack:
You took her calls every Monday. That's a lot.

Sheldon Hawkes:
Hey Sid, We're not always right, but it's not always because we are wrong.

Hawkes:
Reggie, what is it? What did you want me to know?

Reggie Tifford:
... I'm the man who killed your sister.

Mac:
We're gonna need blueprints of that prison. Everything you can get your hands on. Electrical systems, service corridors, every single access point.

Stella:
You really think we can do this?

Lindsay:
What? What are you thinking?

Mac:
We're gonna have to break Hawkes out of prison

Hawkes:
(bitingly) You may save my life in here, but you killed my sister. And there's no redemption for that. Not in my book, no matter how hard you try.

Reggie:
Don't you want to know what happened?

Hawkes:
My sister never had it easy. She got mixed up with drugs, met people like you. I can fill in the blanks, all right? Trust me, I see it all the time.

Reggie:
You're wrong, man. Maya was a good woman.

Hawkes:
(cynically) Yeah. A good drug addict.

Reggie:
No, man, she-she beat that. Maya was already clean when I met her. I wasn't, and she made the mistake of trying to help me.

Hawkes':
(surprised) She got clean?

Reggie:
Yeah. Listen, man... I was high at the time, right? And we got into a fight. You know I-I had no idea what was happening until it was over, man. I swear, I had no idea, and then I lied to the cops. I told them she got killed by some dealer she was trying to buy drugs from. After that, I was out of control. Took two more lives and ended up here. Man, not a day goes by I don't think about what I did.

Flack [to Sam Harris]:
It's going to be a while before your brother wakes up. So in the meantime, I'm going to need you to help me catch the man who did this to him. Think you can do that? [shows Sam a small size NYPD shirt to get changed into] Make a real cop out of you.

Aubrey:
You know, all my time in Afghanistan, and I will never get used to a child being in one of those beds.

Stella:
It's the worst part of our job.

Mac:
The day we get used to it is the day we should walk out the door.

Danny [to Hawkes]:
You find our smoking gun, Doc?

Hawkes:
It's definitely been discharged. Won't know exactly when until I get it back to the lab.

Lindsay:
Where did you find it?

Hawkes:
Trash can. Over there, right on top.

Lindsay:
Meaning whoever dumped it was in a hurry.

Danny:
Or they were just plain stupid.

Sid:
When something presses on an exit wound in a manner that restricts the expansion and tearing of the victim's skin, we call it a shored wound. Shored wounds appear smaller than usual and can be mistaken for an entrance wound.

Mac:
Sam was there. Maybe he can point us in the right direction.

Flack:
I don't think he's ready, Mac. You should've seen him in that room. That line-up took a lot out of him. He was looking directly at Cook, but he wouldn't identify him.

Mac:
Then we'll have to find another way.

Sam Harris:
I think I can do it. I think I can show you guys what happened.

Hawkes:
The stria on the slug that was lodged in Nicky's backpack matches Castro's gun.

Stella:
Well, if Castro shot Nicky, then how did Johnny Cook's DNA end up under his fingernails?

Aubrey:
(signing some medical charts) I swear, sometimes it takes me half an hour just to get out the door.

Mac:
I know that feeling.

Hawkes:
Castro was due to strike First Federation.

Stella:
We believe that he was casing the branch, he saw Nicky and Sam robbing the bank, so he followed them into the alley and robbed them.

Hawkes:
The gun I found on top of the trash can belonged to those boys, Flack.

Flack:
But you have zero forensic evidence to prove that. And please, one of you tell me where those kids got a gun.

Stella:
You got to let go of your feelings for this kid, Flack. Sam Harris was lying to you.

Flack:
Sam Harris does not have it in his DNA to lie like that.

Stella:
Unless he had a very good reason.

Mac [to Sam Harris]:
Troy Castro didn't rob that bank, Sam. You and your brother Nicky did.

Sam Harris:
Nicky said that if I told anyone, we'd go to jail. (crying) I don't want to go to jail.

Mac:
You're not going to jail. I promise. We know what went down, Sam. We just need to hear it in your words.

Mac:
Nicky gave the bank teller a note asking for exactly $933.

Mrs. Harris:
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Nine... $933?. That's our rent. Sam must have heard me on the phone saying I didn't have it.

Sam Harris:
I told Nicky we were going to get kicked out of the apartment. He said we had to look after you now, 'cause Dad was gone.

Mac [to Sam Harris]:
The man who took your brother's watch, it was this man, wasn't it? (shows Sam a picture of Johnny Cook)

Sam Harris:
Yeah, that's him. He stole it three days ago.

Flack:
That's why you created his face for the composite sketch, as opposed to the guy who really shot your brother, Troy Castro?

Sam Harris:
I was scared that if I described the man who shot Nicky, you guys would find out we robbed the bank.

Flack:
Can you imagine the burden that little guy was carrying around? 12 years old. He's protecting his older brother and his mother.

Stella:
Still can't wrap my head around the fact that they thought robbing a bank was their only option.

Flack:
Luckily the D.A. and the bank president agreed not to press charges. And money's been pouring in from the public. Should be enough to keep a roof over their head for at least a little while.

Flack:
I'm sure this isn't the only cap with Derek Jeter's number on it floating around the city. Doesn't prove anything.

Stella:
Well, it proves that Nicky was in the bank with a gun and a note.

Flack:
Come on, Stella. Troy Castro robbed that bank and the only reason he hasn't confessed to it is 'cause he's dead.

Mrs. Harris:
I know Sam's a witness and you need his help, but he just lost his father, and now his brother's here in the hospital, and... he's just a kid. He can't handle all these questions. I think he needs a break right now.

Flack:
My gut as a cop? Sam wants to help us, but he's too young and too messed up to remember what happened.

Danny:
My gut as a CSI is that the wound was a through and through, so where's the blood spatter? Where are the impact marks? Where's the bullet?

John Cook:
You can run your little game on me all day long. All you got is what? Possession of stolen property and some kid who needs to wash his hands a little better.

Mac:
You just better hope that little boy doesn't die.

Stella:
Cocky bastard.

Flack:
Well, he's been in that chair before. He knows the drill.

Mac:
(to John Cook) You might be a badass on your neighborhood block, but when you get on the cell block, you'll be just another punk who shot a little kid in the back.

Don Flack:
I'm facts, he's science.

Danny:
(Reading from the newspaper) It all started when Casey's brother hung himself in prison, after being convicted of allegedly robbing a bar and killing the bartender... (drops the newspaper) Allegedly, no, no, he killed a guy.

Lindsay:
(folding clothes in a hurry and places then in her suitcase) You want to know what tomorrow's headline is going to be? Woman allegedly kills her husband for not helping with the laundry. (throws a stack of neatly folded jeans at him) Come on we were supposed to leave an hour ago!

Danny:
(leans foreward then talks to Lucy) You see how your mommy talks to me?

Lucy:
(stares at her dad with her toy in her hand)

Danny:
I'm pretty sure the beach isn't going anywhere! (reaches to touch Lucy's hand) Is it? (Talking to Lindsay)You think you can get away with that? (gets up and walks to his suitcase)

Lindsay:
Killing you? (raches to get another t-shirt) Absolutely. (folds it and puts it in her suitcase)

Danny:
You're that confident with your crime scene clean up skills? (turns around and puts his jeans in the suitcase)

Lindsay:
(reaches for another t-shirt) Oh, who said I would clean up anything? (folds it and passes it to him through the open doorway)

Danny:
(sarcastically walking back into the living room) Oh, of course, you wouldn't leave anything behind right?

Lindsay:
(folding Danny's shirts) No, I would leave everything behind. Including me. I wouldn't flee!

Danny:
(pointing at Lindsay) Self defence?! (to Lucy whilst pointing at Lindsay) So she's going with self defense.

Lucy:
(chewing her lip whilst staring at her dad)

Lindsay:
You were in here folding laundry. I came in with (points at their daughter) Lucy to tell you that I was leaving you.

Danny:
(Talking to Lucy)(Sarcastically) Leaving me.

Lucy:
(looks from her mom to her dad confused)

Lindsay:
The love was gone. We stopped having sex (hugs one of Danny's shirts) when your impotence problem (Danny goes to cover his ears and then stares shocked when she mentions "impotence") and your temper became too much for me to handle. (Danny motions to Lucy as if to say "little ears")

Lucy:
(puts her head on one side taking in the information)

Lindsay:
So, I said good bye, I turned, and you grabbed me from behind (touches her hair) It was awful. (mock welling up) I mean he had gotten angry before, but never like that Officer. The rage in his eyes...he started choking me, and I was gasping for air. (makes the fake crying facial expression) I grabbed the vase and... hit him over the head with it. (Covers her mouth with her hand)

Danny:
(motions to Lucy as if to say "not bad")

Lucy:
(screws up her nose as if to say "I don't buy it)

Lindsay:
(waves her hand as if she was swatting a fly) I would be out of the Precinct by Noon.

Danny:
I'm genuinly frightened. I don't want to go on this vacation

[Lindsay starts to laugh and throws a pile of clothes at him]

Lindsay:
Pack!

Lindsay:
(grabbing her camera) Ok! (as Danny gets the picnic stuff from the trunk) Hold on! Let me just get a picture!

Danny:
(shocked) In the car? (points) We're 100 yards from the ocean!

Lindsay:
I told my Mom I'd take a lot of pictures. Besides, relax. We're not a shift. We're on vacation. (chuckles)

Danny:
What?

Lindsay:
I can just see you when you're 60. "Come on, we're only a hundred yards from the ocean."

Don:
This was not the first time our vic was robbed.

Danny:
Yeah, I don't think you can claim New York residency unless you've been robbed twice, no?

Stella:
Man takes a big risk crossing a picket line.

Mac:
And this concrete tomb might just be a message.

Flack:
Who the hell are you?

Colby:
[stoned] Me?

Flack:
Oh, no, I'm sorry. The guy behind you there. [Colby looks behind him] Yeah, you.

Stella:
This lovely stack of papers needs your signature.

Mac:
[gesturing to his broken hand] Yeah, I'll do my best.

Lindsay:
Bartender have any idea who did this?

Flack:
Nope. He didn't even know there was an altercation, another customer found the vic when he came in to take a leak.

Lindsay:
Did you just use 'take a leak' and 'altercation' in the same sentence?

Peyton:
I could make this all much easier. I could just ask Kevin over dinner if he happened to kill his bird and his friend.

Mac:
And ruin all the fun?

Nicky:
What do you want from me, Flack? It's like I told you, I'm standing on the corner when I see the guy. He's staring right at me. I'm thinking 'you got to be kidding me? That's the guy.' He gives me one of these stupid grins, he books, I chase after him, I call it in. Five minutes later, you're right behind me.

Mac:
Casey's just walking down the street?

Nicky:
Yeah.

Flack:
And what? He's wearing a shirt that says 'I just escaped from Pennsylvania State Prison, and I all got was this lousy T-shirt?'