CSI: NY

There is nothing like New York City ADL basketball.

Welcome to the Mecca.

Tonight's main attraction, the top high school

point guard in the city, Riley Frazier.

Riley! Riley! Riley! Riley!

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are two minutes away from game time.

Lights out!

Doors!

We're in the fourth quarter with 45 seconds to go.

Coach Gavin's Dots trail by one.

The Higher Risers have been dominating

the second half of this game.

Jamal White slams one home.

High Risers lead to three.

Looks like Riley Frazier's

first appearance here at the Mecca

will end in defeat, unless he makes something happen.

Hemmingway passes the ball to Frazier.

Frazier makes a move.

Oh, this game is not over yet!

Riley Frazier shoots a two-pointer,

cutting the deficit to one.

But there's little time left on the clock.

Jones brings the ball in.

Pow! Frazier steals the ball!

12 seconds left in the game.

Come on. Just like we practiced, now.

Dribble between your legs.

And behind your back.

Second defender will rotate.

No time to pass. Pump, fake and shoot.

Riley takes the shot...

It's a shot from heaven! It's good.

Frazier makes the game-winning shot.

Frazier, with 29 points, is definitely the MVP

of tonight's game.

This is another victory for Coach Gavin Lewenten,

the winningest coach in ADL history.

The game tonight was brought to you by our corporate sponsor.

There he is.

Heard your game

on the radio yesterday, little brother.

You know, if it were me,

I would have just jumped over everybody and dunked it.

- Know what I'm saying? - Oh, yeah.

Then your new ten-inch vertical would have woken up.

That game was for you... a welcome home present.

Ah, thanks.

Uh... consider this my gift.

I'm clean.

No more drugs, and this time, I'm staying out.

And only two things kept me sane in that cell.

Listening to your games on the radio,

and the, uh, thought of seeing this pretty face again.

Right there, down to the left...

Our vic is Angela Kelly, stabbed several times.

Landlord called it in when she didn't answer the door.

She have a roommate?

Boyfriend moved in three weeks ago after he was released

from prison.

According to these letters I found in her bedroom...

...his name was Hank Frazier.

Looks like Angela left us a message.

Eight seconds on the clock.

He shoots.

He scores! Hank Frazier has done it again!

Heavenly Father, we thank You.

From Your hand comes every good thing.

We thank You for every earthly blessing,

strength and health.

The eyes of all wait upon You, O God.

And it is You who fills all living things

with the breath of life.

Thank You for family and fellowship.

We thank You for food and nourishment.

Bless Your name.

By this meal, feed us for Your holy service,

that we may be diligent

in the responsibilities You've given us.

Amen.

Police. Hank Frazier, you're coming with us. Stand up,

put your hands behind your head.

What are you doing to my brother?

Hey, hey, stand back.

You're under arrest for the murder of Angela Kelly.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

H-Hold on.

This is crazy. Riley!

You know, some guys wait till after family dinner

before they go out and stab their girlfriends to death.

I'm just saying.

It's okay. You-You really expect me

to believe what you're saying?

Who do you suppose Hank is?

She wrote your name

on the door in her own blood.

No. No, no, no, no. I...

I didn't do this. I love Angie.

Hey, you don't know anything about me, man.

Right.

What I do know...

there was no forced entry at the crime scene.

That means she either knew her killer,

or her killer had a key.

Or in your case,

both.

Cocaine found in the bedroom.

Preliminary tox screen says you got coke in your system.

You got out of prison three weeks ago

after doing a stint for possession.

How many times did you promise her you were gonna change?

Open your hand.

Ange, come on.

You've only been out of jail for three weeks, and you couldn't stay clean.

- For me. - I tried. You got to believe me.

Brought that into my home.

I'm done. I am so done.

I want you out.

I want you out now!

No, I ain't going anywhere.

- Put my stuff down. - No!

Put it down. Oh.

What kind of game you playing then, huh?

Isn't a game.

Yeah, well, I couldn't have done that

because I wasn't there.

I was in a dope house getting high.

That's your alibi... you were in a crack house getting high?

Yeah.

Your Honor, I'd like

to call my next witnesses... Two Tooth Willy

and Crackhead Pooky.

You think that's gonna fly in front of a judge and a jury?

Most likely, since your coke got tossed around the room,

you were out trying to get more.

Look, fine.

Yeah, I'll tell you everything.

I'll-I'll give you the whole thing.

But first, I...

I need to talk to my brother.

They say death by 1,000 paper cuts is torture.

Death by ten stab wounds isn't much better.

Oh, fits the theory.

Crime of passion.

Any drugs in her system?

Tox results say no.

Judging by the shape of the wounds,

the murder weapon was most likely a knife.

Most wounds are on her right side.

On the palm, the forearm.

Defensive wounds.

All, except one.

At the top of her spine.

Yeah, probably inflicted

when she was trying to run away.

Indeed, but her will to fight

may help us.

I found epithelials under her nails.

In addition to that,

I also found... something else.

It appears to be laminated plastic

with a reflective surface.

I'll have Adam take a closer look.

Finally, I found this interesting.

While three of the victim's wounds show hilt marks,

the other seven do not.

Well, maybe they were delivered

with less force.

Maybe the killer got fatigued.

A sobering thought, to say the least.

However, using dissection, I discovered

that the deepest wound tracts belong

to the wounds without hilt marks.

Well, how could that be

if they were delivered with less force?

Hey, Mac, Hank's younger brother, Riley, just showed up.

No, he came alone.

He says his mother wrote Hank off years ago.

Seems like Riley might be all he has left.

We should definitely get something out of this.

All right.

There he is...

little brother.

Riley, you know I'm innocent. No matter what, you can't...

No!

Or maybe not.

What are you doing, Riley?!

I didn't kill Angie.

Hey! Step back!

You know I loved her.

Hey, you know me!

I'm still your brother!

"Consider this an agreement between brothers,