CSI: NY

Thanks.

(music playing, people talking and laughing)

I like your tie.

It's really nice.

Thanks.

Get him out of here! Out!

What'll it be, hon?

Dirty martini.

Sorry, no vodka tonight, but you look like

you could be a sloe gin fizz kinda girl.

I can be whatever you want me to be.

How we doing?

Amazing. Movin' and groovin'.

Receipts looking good?

Come on, buddy. Are you kidding me?

Will you just relax? Look at this place.

I'd say we're doing good.

Hey, I never asked you.

How did your doctor's appointment go yesterday?

He said I'm showing signs of improvement.

Sailing through my tests

- and getting better all the time. - (chuckles)

Couldn't have done it without you.

Mmm, this is nice.

You, me, a quiet moment.

Mm-hmm.

I can see us here years from now

sitting on our bench...

wrinkly, gray.

You'll be all crotchety, of course.

What's the fun of getting older

if you can't be crotchety?

Go on. Get it.

Taylor.

Lot owner says he closed up at 10:00 p.m. last night.

Showed up at 6:00 a.m.,

found our vic shortly thereafter.

Well, not the kind of Christmas surprise

that poor man was expecting, I'm sure.

The vic is Jason Black, 28 years old.

Blunt force trauma.

Also...

Ow.

Any sign of what was used to hit him in the head?

No. But I have a pretty good idea why.

Bank deposit bag.

Ten grand was taken off of our vic.

So he was robbed.

Yeah, kinda.

How do you kinda rob someone?

You leave $5,328 behind.

His wallet, credit cards, untouched.

Why robs someone and not take all the money?

Foot tread would indicate our vic was kicked in the chest.

Probably the force that sent him back onto the spike.

Yeah, it's just hard to tell

if it was intentional or accidental.

The blunt force trauma? Nothing accidental about that.

Medium-velocity spatter.

Yeah, our vic took

quite a beating before landing on the spike.

If a body falls in a fake forest, does it make a noise?

Apparently not. Canvass of the area

turned up zilch. No witnesses,

no surveillance cameras.

And the lot owner?

His alibi checks out.

The business on the deposit slip, The Real McCoy.

Yeah, it's a super exclusive speakeasy up the street.

Opened up about two years ago.

Our vic was one of the co-owners.

Personally, I don't get the appeal.

20 bucks for a specialty drink? Give me a beer

and call it a day, thanks.

- It's nostalgic. - So nostalgic

that the bar keeps everything old school from

its drinks to the "cash only" policy.

Over 15 grand. Must have been the

- end-of-the-week deposit. - There's a bank

drop-off two blocks from here.

He ends up here.

I found a piece of fabric on the front gate, matches our

vic's coat. I'm thinking maybe he ducked

in here to hide from whoever

- eventually caught up with him. - Or someone forced him in.

You're gonna rob someone, the best bet is to get 'em off the street.

But if it's just a stickup,

why go to all the trouble of squeezing into a locked lot?

Hey. Where do you think you're going?

Hey, babe. I didn't mean to wake you.

Mm.

It's way too early to be functional.

I don't have rehearsal till 2:00.

I know, but I gotta go.

I thought you had the day off.

I do.

Adam, we need to talk.

Okay.

This isn't gonna work out.

What?

It's been a fun few months, and you're cute and all and...

mildly intellectually stimulating,

but if you're gonna insist on being a morning person.., then

Oh, way to give a guy a heart attack.

Mm, I would actually love to stimulate you

with my mild intellect, but, uh, um...

Oh, I can't believe I'm saying this right now. I-I gotta go.

You have no idea how much I hate myself.

No idea.

- At around 1:00... - Yeah?

you're gonna be overcome with a particular feeling.

Oh.

That feeling is going to be overwhelming regret.

So you should reconsider this whole responsibility thing

you've got going on. Yeah.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, but I gotta go.

Where are you going?

Um, Hyperion House.

It-it's a nursing home that I sometimes volunteer at.

Okay,

now I'm overcome with regret.

I knew you were one of the good ones.

Thanks.

Bye.

Jason was your boyfriend?

Almost a year.

Typical story.

Best friends who became more.

We've known each other since college.

Eli, too?

Used to call them Yin and Yang.

They were total opposites,

but together, they just kinda worked.

Despite being opposites, Jason and Eli got along?

He was my best friend...

since second grade.

I can't imagine things without him.

Not many friendships survive going into business together.

We had our moments.

He was always quick to anger,

and I've always been a little too passive.

How about Courtney, how'd she fit in?

Started off as a dancer.

I mean, still am. But as things got

more hectic around here,

they had me start helping with the day-to-day.

There was a good portion of cash taken from Jason.

Do you know if he had any money problems recently?

He liked to gamble.

He always took the risky bet, but...

How risky?

I guess risky's relative.

I was a stats major,

so I always saw the odds;

the risk/reward of it all.

- Jason just saw the reward? - Yeah.

I mean, this bar had been our dream.

Jason's grandpa, he'd worked at a speakeasy back in the day,

so we grew up hearing stories

all about it all the time:

Club Durant, The Hollywood, The Ha-Ha Club. It was exciting.

We wanted to replicate that feeling.

Share an experience, offer an escape.

What about the exclusivity of the bar?

That only made people want it more.

That could've pissed some people off.

Jason have problems with anyone recently?

He was the life force of this place.

People came to see him.

Everybody loved him.

The screw from the tree stand

pierced the left external carotid artery