CSI: NY

Oh, I gotta get, get it now.

So, on the prowl.

Everything's that I could do, if you just let me get my hands on you.

I gotta get, get it now.

So, on the prowl.

Three, two, one.

On the prowl.

Pushing off this slab.

I feel the traps in my body lately.

I need somebody to step this thing up in a Jeep.

Need a bad boy right behind me.

Don't feel yourself, he's up inside of me.

Ta-da.

Wow would be a really good thing to say right about now.

You don't like it?

No, no, it's beautiful, but doesn't exactly fall under

the category of let's get together for a drink sometime.

Well, it's not as impressive as it looks.

I'm the manager at the Bistro downstairs, so I happen to know all the right people.

Um, Drew, I just need to be very clear.

Come on.

You might be able to resist me, but can you really walk away from an 82 Opus 1 in a view like this?

One glass.

One glass.

My biggest heartbreak, four years ago, was Steve Bartman.

Steve?

He interfered with a foul ball during the playoffs.

Cubs never recovered.

It's the closest we've come to the World Series since.

Stella, I'm kind of getting the feeling here I'm not scoring any runs.

I mean, that Steve Bartman story, that's my fastball.

Look, Drew, you're a very charming man.

Wait, before you say anything else, I've.

Got a mean curveball.

I can't accept that.

The rooftop drinks and all the gifts that you're selling.

You're sending to the office.

It's just, you know, it's way too aggressive and not my style.

And you're not looking for a relationship?

Uh, that's work.

I've got to go.

Thanks for the drinks.

You're welcome.

How'd.

You quit?

I was in the neighborhood.

This Martini ad party goes off every Friday night around nine.

Yeah, I walked by it earlier.

It was going full swing.

It's the hottest ticket in town for the past two months.

Huh.

Tonight the billboard was attacked.

Jenna Donovan, 21 years old, dead in a Murado Martini.

Live wire electrocution?

From the looks of it, I'd say someone ordered death straight up.

I'm assuming these aren't part of the ad campaign.

Party crashes?

Those might explain why I found several deep indentation marks on the surface of the billboard.

Some of the witnesses are sporting significant bruising.

It'd take quite a bit of force to cause that much damage with a tennis ball.

There were no other reports or evidence of broken windows in the surrounding

buildings and no other billboards were damaged.

So you think one of the partiers up there was the target?

Flying tennis balls ain't exactly a deadly weapon.

Maybe they were just trying to send a message.

I don't know.

But somebody out there took aim, fired, and ended up killing someone.

Let's find him.

The advertising business is pretty competitive.

It's one of the most coveted billboard locations in Times Square.

Hmm.

You suggesting that one of your competitors might have been behind this?

All I'm saying is if my billboard gets shut down, we'll have a bidding war for that space.

Now, was anybody on the billboard that wasn't supposed to be there?

No.

They were all models.

Damien insisted on hiring them all personally.

I needed a copy of the guest list.

Any threats before the party?

Not tonight, not in the entire two months we've been doing this.

What's the best time to contact you in case I have any other questions?

You can contact me pretty much any time.

I practically live here.

EMT 4205, we have a female victim, approximately 25 years old, suffering from a gunshot wound to the head.

Speeding is stabilized.

Hey, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Brandy, I'm Detective Messer.

This is the crime lab.

Can you tell me what happened?

Hey, baby.

Hey, you're doing real good, okay?

Okay, beautiful.

Just stay with me.

You're gonna be okay, Brandy.

You're in an ambulance.

I need to ask you some questions.

Now, can you tell me anything?

Any description of who did this to you?

You're gonna be fine, baby, all right?

You're gonna be fine.

And I'm not going anywhere.

I'm right here.

She's losing consciousness.

I need to intubate.

We need to go to code 10.

Come on, guys, let's move!

Robbery and two gunshot victims.

Brandy Parsons is on the way to Trinity General.

Bullet wound to the head.

Danny's gonna try and get a statement.

Restaurant robberies aren't very lucrative.

What do these guys get?

Credit card numbers and tips?

Club Prowl has a cash-only policy.

NYPD brass threw a fit last year when it opened.

How much were stolen?

Uh, about $35,000.

Most of the money came from the safe in the back room, the rest from patrons' wallets.

Ted Barkley struggled with the shooter.

Tore off his mask.

Trying to get a composite from some of the patrons, but most were on the ground, didn't get a good look.

Wallets on table, bodies on the ground, right now!

Hey Mac, gunshot wound to the femoral artery, didn't take long.

The leg's not a normal target when you're shooting to kill.

Gunshot wound is close range, probably happened during the struggle, then accidentally went off.

Unfortunately, the bullet looks deformed.

Not sure it'll be usable for Stryer.

Mary Lou Parsons fell there when she was shot.

Based on the footprint pattern in the void, our shooter killed Ted first,

was almost at the exit, then doubled back to shoot our female victim.

Ted attacked the shooter, Brandy was shot in the back of the head, which indicates she retreated.

Why would two opposite reactions incite the exact same response from our killer?

Brandy's been attending bar at Club Peralta for the past six months.

She's still figuring out what she wants to be when she grows up.

We've been dating for about two years.

Weird thing is, I was coming there to walk her home, surprise her, you know?

And then right when I get there, they're rolling her out on a gurney.

You're gonna be okay, bud.

Thanks for saying that.

Detective, how is she?

Based on her MRI, the bullet grazed the parietal lobes of her cerebrum.

All right, so her end of the soft tissue didn't hit any bones?

That appears to be the case.

All right, so that's something you can retrieve, right?

I need the bullet as soon as possible.

Removing the bullet might be too risky, but our neurosurgeon, Dr.

Gavin Moore, will know more about that possibility when he has her in surgery.

It's scheduled for first thing tomorrow morning, but for now, Brandy's stabilized.

So do you know if she's allergic to any medication?

God, I should know that.

Her mom would know.

She's flying out of Houston first thing tomorrow morning, but I could call her now.

That would be helpful.

Is Brandy able to talk?

She's sedated.

I need to ask her a few questions.

I mean, her statement might be the only chance we have of getting the guy who did this to her.

I'm sorry, Detective, but we can't wake her now.

But you're welcome to wait around, and if I feel she's up to talking, I'll let you know.

All right.

Now, the marks don't provide the same accuracy as bullet holes.

But the trajectory lasers have spoken, and it's unanimous.

That's got to be our launch pad.

Give or take a few floors.

Okay.

How many more floors do you want to check?

Relax.

Your GQ will still be waiting for you when we're done.

Shh, shh, shh.

Did you hear that?

First sign of life since we got here.

Sounds like he's coming from over here.

NYPD, open up!

Hey, champ.

Want to do the honors?

Is he gone?

I wasn't trying to hurt anybody.

Then why'd you shoot tennis balls at the billboard, Nick?

I tried to ignore it, but it just kept dogging me.

Night after night, on and off, on and off, on and off.

You know something, Nick?

You're starting to piss me off.

So why don't you do me a favor?

Take a nice big gulp of that coffee, gather your thoughts, and start from the beginning.

Don't you get it?

I couldn't fight it anymore.

I've been sober for two and a half years.

Things were good.

Got the late shift job, been putting data at the sports research lab, and then it started.

Couldn't fight it anymore.

I started drinking again.

Nick, I've had guys in here blame their criminal behavior on wives, bosses, even the devil.

But I gotta tell you, this is a new one.

You're telling me you were driven to this by a shiny red light.

I'm a recovering alcoholic.

Every day is a battle.

And that tennis ball shooter is the only weapon I had.

I just wanted to make it stop.

Mission accomplished.