CSI: NY · Season 4, Episode 19
“Personal Foul” · Season 4, Episode 19
In this episode: Danny Messer (10), Don Flack (5), Lindsay Monroe (5), Mac Taylor (3), Reed Garrett (2), Stella Bonasera (1), Sid Hammerback (1)
(observes Danny looking at lipstick samples) Need help picking the right shade?
Ha, ha, ha, that's just it. Unless the make-up counter at Bloomie's is selling mood lipstick, this partial print we got from the vic's mouth seems to have changed color. It started out pink.
And now it's amber.
Means the efflorescent crystalline residue we're looking at is atropine trace.
Well, that explains the color shift. So which cheerleader wore it?
And if she had poison on her lips, why isn't she dead too?
Today I got a call from the widow of Ben Melvoy.
The attorney from Jersey.
They had a toddler and a newborn. They were two weeks away from celebrating their tenth anniversary. Then he gets in the wrong cab.
My God.
But you know what hit me the hardest? She couldn't have been sweeter; held it together; didn't even cry. All she asked me to do was stop this killer from hurting somebody else. In spite of all the heartache and bloodshed he's causing, all I could really offer her was an apology. Are we gonna get this guy?
We have to. We have to.
(Danny calls Lindsay on the phone as she strolls down the street)
Hey.
(in his apartment) Hey, where are you?
I'm taking a rain walk. It's a Montana thing. You wouldn't understand.
Yeah, maybe I would. Maybe there's a lot of things that...that I understand now. How about that?
Yeah, like what?
How sorry I am for pushing you away.
Danny, I tried to give you your space, but I don't know how much longer I can feel alone. It's messing with my work. It's breaking my heart.
I know, no; I know, I do. I swear to God it won't happen again. 'Cause the truth is...truth is I miss you... I miss you more than I can say even if, uh, I don't know how to say it.
Do you have any idea how hard you are to love?
(smiling) Why don't you come over here and tell me in person? Please.
(stops walking for a moment) I gotta go...
(during the autopsy post)
Any stomach contents?
Like you wouldn't believe. At least two hotdogs, popcorn, nachos, peanuts, an ice-cream sandwich and almost a full liter of beer.
I'm surprised he could get out of his seat!
What's even more surprising is the traces of phentermine I also found in his bloodstream.
Wait, time-out, Scott was taking an appetite suppressant?
Clearly a failure in this case, but someone still found him lovable! (hands Danny impression/trace cards)
Lip prints.
Twelve to be exact. I lifted them from both cheeks, the neck and the forehead. In various shades, from Candy Kitten to Sangria Sunset.
Twelve girls on the cheerleading squad.
You made up a story implying I was the source.
Look, what do you want me to say? I am getting 20,000 hits a day. People like to read my blog.
Which is exactly why you should be more careful what you say.
We don't have time for careful, Mac. We have a serial killer to catch.
No, Reed. I have a serial killer to catch. You just want a headline. But I get it. So out of love and respect for your mother I'll give you an exclusive. You ready? Watch who you mess with.
Is that a threat from you or from the killer?
Both.
(during her interrogation, rhythmically slapping the table) Eat a salad. Eat a salad. That's the chant he started. It was two years ago but I can still feel the humiliation like it was yesterday. My boyfriend was at that game. He dumped me the very next day. And because my fat face was on the big screen, complete strangers would come up to me telling me to eat a salad.
So you chose to get back at Dugan Scott by killing him?
Crime of passion?
Crime of patience.
I worked my ass off. Literally. I swore I would do whatever it took, gastric bypass, liposuction, plastic surgery, tryout after tryout after tryout until I finally made the squad. Just so I could watch him eat his poison words in front of everyone.
[Talking to Mac on the phone] Hey it's reed, I'm about to put up a new blog post about the Cabbie Killer and i was hoping that maybe you could help me with something.
[to Reed] I gave you this number for personal reasons, not professional reasons.
[to Mac] Yes i know, but I'm just trying to put together a real profile on this guy, you know? I mean, don't you think that people have the right to know about who they're afraid of?
[to Reed] Look, I'm impressed by your determination, Reed, maybe even a little bit proud, but you're a journalist and I'm a detective on this case. You're crossing the line here.
[to Mac] Yes but isn't that what lines are for?
[to Reed] Not in my business.
[to Mac] Come on. Throw me a bone, Mac.
[Hanging up the phone] Good-Bye, Reed.
[Talking to himself] Well, you won't give 'em a story, then i will.
Hell of a game, Mess.
Yeah. Glad you could make it.
Me too. You should piss Lindsay off more often.
[Danny and Flack are at the basketball game talking about the guy winning $1 million] Never gonna happen!
Why, you think you could do it?
You're kidding me? Boom, nothing but net, baby!
Oh, I think he can do it!
[after the name drawing]
No, he can't!
Wanna make a little wager?
$50 bucks?
I hate to take a colleague's money but for you, I'll be happy to make the exception! Come on!
[finding the victims seats] I'm surprised he didn't kick the bucket from altitude sickness with these seats!
That or the nachos.
(Few minutes earlier Rikki gives him pack of sugar.)Rikki, wait!... What's with the sugar?
[Danny and Flack are at the basketball game talking about the guy winning $1 million] Never gonna happen!
Why, you think you could do it?
You're kidding me? Boom, nothing but net, baby!
Oh.
[Drawing the name] Section 214, Row E, Seat 5.
That's me. [runs down to court.]
Hey, what's your name?
Dougan Scott.
You ready to take your shot for a million bucks, Dougan?
Oh yeah!
Alright New York fans, let's get ready to cheer on Dougan Scott for the $1 million shot.
Oh, I think he can do it!
No, he can't.
Wanna make a little wager?
50 bucks.
I hate to take a colleague's money but for you, I'll be happy to make the exception! Come on!
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