Mac Taylor quotes from CSI: NY

Mac

(Looking at an internet profile that Jo and Lindsay have created for him) What is this?

Lindsay

It's your profile page, Mac. It's all part of the investigation.

Mac

(Confused) Okay.

Lindsay

There we go, hours of social networking at your fingertips!

Mac

Great. I don't want a profile page.

Jo

Oh, it doesn't matter, that's the point. Someone else can build it for you.

Mac

What kind of person makes a fake profile to have an online love affair with their own husband?

Lindsay

She must've been trying to catch Ron cheating.

Jo

More like entrapment.

Mac

We knew their marriage was in trouble. This takes it to a new level.

Do you have any idea what 20 years of marriage can do to a person?

Mac

Then get a divorce.

When we saw she was dead, we needed a way out of town.

Mac

So, you decided to add kidnapping to your list of smart decisions.

I never saw you as the social-networking type.

Mac

Actually, it wasn't my decision to set that up. That was some colleagues of mine having a little fun.

That explains the blankest profile page in the history of the Internet.

Mac

How do you know that I wasn't trying to be mysterious?

Because you're one of the most transparent people I know.

(About Claire's death) I'm sorry.

Mac

There's no need to be sorry. I'm thankful for the time that we had together.

Jo

[while walking down the 187th Street steps] I knew I shouldn't have done the StairMaster this morning.

Mac

It's a long way down.

It's even longer coming up, trust me. 130 steps. Finally counted after the third trip.

(answering the phone) Hello, Mac Taylor.

Mac

Christine, did I get you at a bad time?

No, perfect, actually. How do I murder a produce guy and get away with it?

Mac

Well, you could always hit him over the head with a coconut, but you'd be better off using that for a piña colada.

Yeah. Point very well taken. Besides, overpriced coconuts probably warrant something closer to a misdemeanour rather than a full-blown felony, right?

I should be in a hospital resting.

Mac

They already gave you a clean bill of health and released you into our custody, Mr. Perfito.

Well, my arm still hurts and my head hurts, too.

How about your pride?

Jo

Ok, I hope y'all are taking notes. First of all I could not stop thinking about these two pieces of violet flavored gum, because I couldn't wrap my head about how the wound up in Jimmy Fillbrook's mouth, and on Greg Barbera's satchel. So I went back to the schedule from the courier service that Greg worked for, and it turns out that his first pick up of the day was across from a little dinner in Chelsea, right around the corner from the Cragston Hotel.

Mac

Who did he pick up from?

Jo

Jimmy Fillbrook. And guess what the dinner has in a little dish next to the cash register.

Lindsay

Violet gum.

Jo

Bingo. But there was something else that kept bugging me. Because Greg Barbera was a bike messenger, right? So why did he run from Scott Perfitto? Where on earth was his bike? So I went back and looked at the NYPD footage one more time. Look what I spotted at about 100 yards ahead of both of them.

Danny

Guy on a bike.

Jo

Yes, but not just any bike. It matches the exact description supplied to us by the courier service that Greg worked for. And look whats hanging from the handle bars.

A chain saw. Could've been used to cut down the fallen tree outside of Scott Perfitto's apartment, right?

Mac

Greg probably locked up his bike.

Lindsay

Greg's bike was stolen so he had to run from Perfitto on foot.

Hawkes

Which caused him to fall down the steps.

Jo

and due to Greg's untimely death he wasn't able to deliver this.

Mac

Doug Kramer. That's the name of the building and safety official who was supposed to accept the bribe from Jimmy Fillbrook.

Jo

For fifteen grand.

But since he didn't get it, he ruled to condemn the Cragston Hotel at the B&S meeting.

Jo

Yes, which we all know drove our supper, Toby Delafont, to our murderous rage.

Danny

He attacked Fillbrook in the park, leaving him for dead.

Lindsay

Right. And then Fillbrook wondered further into the woods, right into the path of Nicholas Bristow's arrow.

That's the craziest thing I've ever heard but it actually makes sense.

Mac

One crime leads to another.

Hawkes

And another.

Danny

And another.

Lindsay

And another.

Jo

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is known as the Ripple Effect.

Oh, um, that anniversary party for my parents tomorrow night, uh, you agreed to endure...don't worry about it.

Mac

Whoa, you're dumping me?

No. I just don't want you to feel obligated with all that's going on. I mean, my whole family would love to see you, but, well, you know how they can be.

Mac

I'm sure I can handle it. I'll be here.

Okay. I gave you an out. You've been warned.

Mac

You make it sound dangerous (Both smile).

Jo

You, me, Sheldon, Danny, Lindsay.

Mac

How many lab techs?

Jo

Three. They were assigned to the scene.

Mac

The only people taking crime scene photos were Danny and Hawkes. We're all in the picture, including the techs... so who took that picture?

Mac

Someone who could get access to our cell phones and send us that photo, someone who wouldn't look out of place at the crime scene, who could gain entry to the evidence, someone who's playing "catch me if you can." Not only was our victim part of the crime lab, I'm thinking so was our killer.

Adam

Are the other lab techs still being questioned? It just seems, you know, we've decided guilt by job description, and Harlan seems like our primary suspect.

Mac

You think he did it, Adam?

Adam

Uh, no.

Mac

Do you know who did?

Adam

No.

Mac

We have a responsibility to Jessica Drake. Someone in this lab thinks they have the advantage. If it's Harlan, we'll prove it; if it's not... then we continue to do our job. There's an unspoken rule of trust within these walls. That gets broken... it's inexcusable.

(exhales) Oh, son of a bitch. (to suspect) You run track or something? You on the Olympic team?

(out of breath) This is fun...this is funny to you? You realize you were in an automobile, right? You were not running 60 miles an hour.

Mac

Yeah, you want to ride back to the precinct or you walking?

(panting) Ride please.

Mac

Get in. Come on.

(sighs) They're so fast.

Mac

Come on, old man.