CSI: NY Season 6 Episode 1

Risa Calaveras: Before I say anything, you have to promise that you're gonna do what you can for my brother.
Danny: No. We didn't come here to negotiate. Was it your brother that fired that gun? Your brother put me in this wheelchair?
Risa Calaveras: I need to know that I can trust you.
Danny: You called me. You said you had something that could possibly lead us to a suspect.
Mac: Was he in the car that night? Why don't we start with who you are and how you're involved in all this?
Risa Calaveras: I think the three of them are planning something else. Only Jake doesn't know what he's doing and what he's done. Look, I don't want my brother to die or go to jail. He's just a scared kid caught up in the middle of something bigger than...
Danny: This is bigger than just your brother, okay? Look at me. You want to see this happen to someone else? Look at me!

(Examing Risa Calavera's body)
Hawkes: Are you smiling?
Stella: She reminds me of Angell.

Stella: It amazes me how just on instinct you know which shot was first.
Hawkes: Well, this is her bloody handprint, and it appears that she grabbed her shoulder in pain.
Stella: Mmm. And in order to transfer the blood, she had to already be bleeding.
Hawkes: Exactly. Now, I'm brilliant, but sometimes I get a little help.
Stella: Well, let's hope we get a lot of help.

(Hawkes yawns)
Stella: Looks like somebody needs some sleep. You still volunteering with the Manhattan Parks Medical Unit?
Hawkes: Only on the weekends. It beats wrestling with insomnia.

Danny: She said she wanted to meet me. And it had to be last night. And I'm thinking, you know, I want to see her. I want her to see me.
Stella: Look, did our Jane Doe give you anything that we can run with.
Danny: Yeah. She said we're looking for a Jake. I'm working this one, Stella. I'm officially on duty here.

Mac: Thought you were on a leave of absence.
Flack: I was, but I heard Mr. Messer was out here acting a superhero, and I can't let him show me up.
Mac: Don, you've been through a lot. You shouldn't be here.
Flack: Mac, I'm fine. What? I'm sitting at home. All I'm doing is, I'm thinking about Jess, I'm thinking about the shooting, and I'm think... it's better for me if I'm on duty.

(Danny is recalling the moments after the shooting)
Danny: Linds?
Lindsay: Danny?
Danny: I can't... I can't get up.
Lindsay: What?
Danny: (Gasps) (Groans) I can't feel my legs. Lindsay, I can't feel my legs. (Raises his hand from behind his back to see it's covered in blood.)
Lindsay: (Gasps in shock as she grabs his bloody hand) No, it's okay. It's okay.
Danny: My legs won't move.
Lindsay: (panting) Okay. Okay.
Danny: Lindsay, they won't move. They won't move. (Pants)
Lindsay: Mac!

Stella: You used to file unsolved cases in a single folder on the corner of your desk.
Mac: Yeah, well, none of those cases put someone I know in a wheelchair, or threatened the lives of people I cared about. None of those cases was personal.

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.

Stella: Mac, what happened last night? You and Danny, no backup, no heads up. Not to mention, it was dangerous.
Mac: I've been studying these walls for the past three weeks trying to answer one question. Who had a reason to want one of us or all of us dead? Despite all this evidence, crime reports, possible suspects, witness accounts, I'm no closer to the identity of the shooter than the night it happened.

Lindsay: What are you thinking about?
Danny: I'm thinking that... you know what this wheelchair needs? Sidecar for Lucy.
Adam: Sounds like you need to pimp your ride, yo. Some spinners, a sound system, hydraulics... (Mimicking whirring)
Lindsay: Adam.
Adam: Whoo-whoo!
Lindsay: Process the scene.
Adam: Relax, chiquita.

Mac: Going to that building seemed like my only option.
Stella: You keep using words like 'my', 'me', 'I'. You are not in this alone, Mac.

(Billboard in Times Square reads: Do we have your attention? Pay us and we'll stop.)
Mac: These messages showed up in Times Square within an hour of the shooting. They're clearly suggesting a ransom should be paid.

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.

Stella: Well, we clearly know that this is not about targeting cops. Not one of the patrons at last night's club had any affiliation with law enforcement.
Lindsay: So the night they attacked us, they just happened to pick a bar filled with cops?

Mac: Adam, anything from the office building elevator?
Adam: Uh, no, nothing.
Danny: Fire him, Mac. This kid's slacking off.
(Lindsay laughs).

Mac: Adam?
Adam: Hmm?
Mac: You know the young woman standing out in the hallway?
Adam: No.
Mac: Well, you're about to meet her. She claims there was un-recovered evidence in the elevator at the scene.
Adam: What?
Haylen: There's an undocumented print on the ceiling of the elevator. More specifically, a bloody print.
Adam: How do you know that?
Haylen: I'm a crime scene cleanup technician. So I checked the number identifiers for everything collected and photographed at the scene, and this print is not among them.
Adam: What'd you say your name was again?
Haylen: Haylen Becall.

Haylen: Hey... look, I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Adam: Okay.
Haylen: No, really. I know how this must look.
Adam: I get it. You're just, uh, trying to show off.
Haylen: Well, I like to think of it as trying to impress the boss. I want your job.
(Adam groans)
Haylen: I mean, not your job, but... to do what you do.
Adam: Okay.

Haylen: I want to work in the lab. So I was just wondering if there are any entry-level positions. Part-time, weekends, night shift? I'll clean test tubes and sweep floors if I have to.
Adam: Haylen, I'm the low man on the totem pole. So if you think that I have any type of pull or influence... you're wrong. Sorry.
Haylen: Well, is there any chance you could put a good word in with Detective Taylor?
Adam: (Laughs) Wow, gutsy. Um... no.
Haylen: Come on. Why not?
Adam: Let's just start with the fact that I've only known you for the past two hours. Not to mention, there's a hiring freeze, budget cuts, layoffs. So like you were just saying, the job you're after... it's mine, okay?
Haylen: I'm not giving up.

Mac: This piece of glass came from this window.
Sid: And depth and placement in the tissue of our victim suggest it flew like shrapnel into her flesh.
Hawkes: Exactly, the result of the bullets shattering the glass.
Mac: She was there. Our Jane Doe was in the bar with us, the exact night and time of the shooting.

Lindsay: Ten percent chance of walking? You told me it was 60.
Danny: (Clears his throat) I just didn't want to scare you.
Lindsay: You know what scares me, Danny? Is that you think you have to lie to me. I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm here to stay. Nothing is ever going to change the way that I feel about you. And you know what? Ten percent? I'll take it. That's a chance. That's hope. But it seems like you've decided that it isn't enough.
Danny: No, no, no, I haven't decided anything.

Lindsay: I can hear it in your voice, Danny. On that phone call, you're giving up.
Danny: No, I'm not, Lindsay. I just don't need a cheerleader, you know, babe?
Lindsay: You're right. You need a kick in the ass. Look, if I have to believe in you all by myself, I will. I've gone with the long shot before, Danny, and I ended up with you. They said there was a ten percent chance of rain today. I brought my umbrella, because ten percent is enough for me to believe that it's possible.

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?