CSI: NY · Season 9
Cotton, indigo, foil, boric acid. Trace that Sid collected from the wound of our vic.
Okay. Uh, cotton and indigo... sounds like denim. Foil... but boric acid?
Okay, usually used as an antiseptic, insecticide, flame-retardant, lubricant.
Any number of things.
(Joking) Uh! I expected so much more from you.
You know, you remind me of my boy? Sweet. But, uh... a little soft. I try to toughen him up. Yeah.
Who am I?
What kind of question is that?
It's so frustrating, how I... I have you for five minutes, and then I lose you again. Who am I? Say my name.
Brian.
(Faking an English accent) I'd like a martini, shaken, not stirred.
Yeah, and preferably one with ethanol.
Not that I don't like an excuse to come see you, babe, but what's up?
(To Lindsay, after she's proven that the bar serves methanol) I love it when you talk sciencey to me, baby.
So this is a modern-day bootlegging operation going on.
Yeah, only during Prohibition people were so desperate they were drinking pure ethyl alcohol. That's like swigging aftershave.
Votova Vodka? You want to pass off fake vodka as legit, I'd come up with a better name.
Between us, the Feds, ICC and ATF, you're screwed, my man.
I'm scamming no one. Running a business is expensive. Clearly, they're looking to cut corners.
And you were happy to oblige.
That's usually what you do when you run a business.
There was Dad. Oh, man, was he pissed. Remember that? He was some new shade of red I'd never seen before. And it wasn't the belt. Or the spoon. Not that time. Man, he was pissed.
He broke your arm?
Yeah.
Why did you let him hurt you?
What were we, like 15? What choice did I have?
I mean... did... did he do it to you often?
Oh, come on. You don't want to relive that stuff.
I relive it every day. I tried for so long to forget about everything you did to me. Don't you remember?
No, I... that was Dad, that wasn't me.
You are my dad. You kicked the crap out of me. Look at me. You look at me. You tell me you remember.
No, you must have me confused with someone else.
$10,000. Scary to think what some people would do for that kind of money.
In your case, you killed for it.
Look, I already told you what happened, all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was part one of a two-part tale.
I searched him... found the deposit bag, took my money back.
It wasn't yours to begin with.
Think what you want... but that money was my hope to start over. A hope to meet my kid. He was born four months after I went in.
Yo, you were gonna start over with stolen money?
The sins of the father are the shackles worn by their children.
Let's hope your son is able to break free.
I only stood up to my dad once. I was 15. And he, he just got home from work. My mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He started hassling her... verbally. Then he pushed her hard against the wall and shattered this picture frame. My mom starts to cry. And I could, I could hear from the living room. Then he started to hit her. And I, I just... I couldn't listen to her cry anymore. So I got up and I grabbed a piece of broken glass off the floor and... I yelled at him to get off her. And I said: If you ever hurt me or her again I will kill you.
Why do you go visit him?
I'm his son. I feel obligated.
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