CSI: NY

Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

Don't move!

Freeze!

Slide the knife to me.

She deserved to die.

She took everything I worked for.

Slide the knife to me! Do it now.

Mac! Officer down.

I need a bus at 675 Bowery.

CSI New York - 6x22 "Point Of View" Aired on may 19, 2010

? Out here in the Fields ?

? I fight for my meals ?

? I get my back into my living ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ?

Mac!

Mac? Mac!

We caught the son of a bitch, Mac.

We got him... got him.

ONE WEEK LATER

Aah... geez...

This lovely stack of papers needs your signature.

Yeah. I'll do my best.

I'll have Adam pick it up later tonight.

You need all this stuff by tonight?

You show me no mercy.

Also need you to take a look at this.

Photo was lifted from security footage

from a bar in Astoria, Queens.

Shane Casey's still posing as a cop.

Yeah. And he still has Danny's stolen badge and debit card.

Got another hit on my debit card.

An ATM in Midtown.

Shane Casey.

This was last night, Mac.

We were investigating an unrelated shooting.

We're trying to track him down.

Didn't you bring me any good news?

Actually, I did.

Breakfast.

Something fabulous.

Spicy orange chicken from Señor Chow's.

Nice.

You're gonna have to live with the fact

that you'll smell like garlic all day,

but it might take the edge off your pain medication.

Speaking of which, how are those ribs?

Oh, still broken.

Uh-oh.

What?

You know, it's like a soap opera

in this complex over here.

I had no idea what was going on in the world

in the middle of the day until I got marooned in this chair.

Mac Taylor! You're spying on your neighbors!

That young lady

over there-- she's supposed to be in school.

She's about to get caught.

Her mother's coming down the hall.

She's in trouble, big-time.

God, I miss being a teenager.

Yeah, me, too.

I was grounded every other weekend.

We're gonna need something to wash this down.

There's some bottled water in the fridge.

Oh, great. I got it.

Okay, I've got two waters,

and I brought two forks

for those of us who are chopstick-challenged.

Hmm?

Oh. Great.

Let's eat.

Hurts to even inhale.

Whoa.

Yeah, about $2,000 in cash,

but no wallet and no I.D.

And he had at least $200 more than that.

Yeah, when the bartender tried to check his I.D.,

our Vic said he forgot his wallet

and gave him $200 in cash to let it slide.

Bartender have any idea who did this? No.

He didn't even know there was an altercation.

Another customer found the Vic

when he came in to take a leak.

Did you just use "take a leak"

and "altercation" in the same sentence?

You know, I don't know what we're looking at here.

There's no gunshot or stab wounds,

no sign of head trauma.

There's a bloody nose, but no swelling

or bruising on the Vic's face to suggest he was even punched.

So maybe our guy knew

how to duck and throw a couple jabs of his own.

No, don't think so.

There are no defensive injuries of any kind.

His fists are clean.

I don't think this guy landed a punch.

Okay, so he wasn't the one looking for a fight.

That means the blood and skin on this mirror

belong to our attacker, whose only weapon was his fist.

Well... he must have missed with a jab,

and then landed with a well-placed body shot

that caused internal injuries and killed or Vic.

So why didn't our John Doe fight back?

Fear? FLACK: This guy?

Hey, he was clearly sweating.

Those are urine stains on his pants.

Are you kidding me?

Who could make

a big strong guy like that scared enough to pee his pants?

Those are some pretty rough-looking bruises

you got on your hand there, big guy.

I work hard.

On what, breaking glass?

What that's supposed to mean?

Your seven years of bad luck

is starting right now, Mr. Picozzi.

This guy dead?

Come on, you didn't realize how hard you hit him?

I didn't hit nobody.

I don't even know who this character is.

Okay, so you didn't introduce yourself

before you landed the punch that ended his life.

But you didn't have to know him to kill him.

I didn't kill nobody, lady.

I don't think he knows how this works.

See, we found your blood in the restaurant bathroom

when we found his body.

Center Street Grill ring a bell?

And unlucky for you, that blood got a hit in CODIS.

And you may be wondering

how we got a match to you in our database.

You got a bunch of priors for violent assault.

Is that your thing?

Huh? You like beating people up?

That's your MO?

Except, this time, you killed a man.

That's a bunch of crap.

You guys got this whole thing sideways. No, no.

What we got is your blood

on a cracked mirror at a murder scene.

Yeah, 'cause I hit it. Not the guy. There was no guy.

All right. What happened?

I was at the grill, okay?

At the bar, drinking with my girl.

Out of nowheres, the broad tells me she's pregnant.

Inside, I'm freakin'.

I do the gentlemanly thing,

excuse myself from the table,

enter the bathroom and punch the living hell

out of the mirror, 'cause I ain't ready to be a father.

Wow.

That's a good story.

It's the truth, and I want a lawyer.

Hmm. You know, Troy,

innocent folks don't usually ask for a lawyer.

That's 'cause they're stupid and don't have the balls

to sue you guys for false arrest.

No way.

Oh.

No way.

Is this really Namath's signature?

Yes.

Put the football down, Adam.

Not good to

touch things...

Oh.

I gotta get me one of these.

What is it?

It's a ball chain machine.

It's a rare and very fragile antique.

Yeah?

You know, boss, I would have never imagined

you'd have such cool stuff

in your apartment.

Well, it.. it... It's not that you're not cool, it's just...

You know, I just thought that, you know, well,

you wouldn't be so, well, not so...

Cool?

No. That is...

That's not

what I meant...

Are you done with those signatures?

Yes. We're good.

Give you this.

And I'll take that.

It's a case file of a crime we picked up today.

And I'm outta here.

Adam... Yeah?

We have a name on this Vic?

No. Still John Doe.

When were we dispatched to the scene?

Just after lunch.

No autopsy report?

Sid is still trying

to determine the cause of death.

Something wrong?

I believe I saw this guy this morning, in that

apartment over there.

Was he dead?