Show: CSI NY - 6x21
Make sure you want to do this.
Look at you-- so sure of yourself.
You really think it's that good?
Hey, this is my place.
It's better than "that good."
All right.
We'll see.
Well?
It's all right.
Not bad.
Not bad?
That's the best slice in the city.
Okay, I give it high marks for the right amount of cheese.
The crust is perfect.
But the sauce is just too sweet.
Sweet is what makes it so great.
There's crushed carrots in that sauce.
Carrots in tomato sauce?
Yes.
That's blasphemous.
You clearly haven't been to Metrano's.
Is that that new place that opened up in Park Slope?
Mmm, it's good.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
That's not a routine call.
Somebody's down.
Hey, Doc.
Not enough business in the E.R., now you're making house calls?
What have you got here?
I'm guessing gunshot.
Tape off this whole block from end to end.
The whole thing's a crime scene.
All right.
Got it.
Are you hurt, son?
Can you tell me what happened?
Can you tell me your friend's name?
He's my brother.
He has massive internal bleeding.
We have to get him out of here or he's going to die.
Let's go, let's get him out.
Come on, let's go!
Don't try to talk, honey.
It's going to be all right.
Be all right.
Where's Sam?
He's got to give it to...
He's got to give it to Mom.
He's got to give it to Mom.
Where's Sam?
Where's my brother?
Sam?
Sam?
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♪ We're going to need to intubate him.
We need four units of O-neg.
Call the O.R.
Make sure the trauma team is in place and ready to go stat.
Come on.
I going to need a 5-O E.T.
tube.
Mac.
I'll call you back.
How's he doing?
Not good.
Were you able to get anything out of the little brother?
Sam's pretty shaken up.
All he could tell me was they were walking home from school, cut through the alley on 91st and met up with a bad guy who shot Nicky.
Any idea what it was about?
No.
Flack took him over to the precinct to get some more details, have him look at some photos.
I checked with their school.
Both Nicky and Sam are good kids.
Straight "A" students.
I have some people out looking for the mom.
Neighbors say she's working three jobs.
Is the dad in the picture?
No.
He passed away a few months ago.
He had cancer.
That's a tough one, buddy.
I'm soy you had to lose your dad.
You dry those puppies off real good.
Let's get that shirt off you.
Let me give you a hand.
Up.
Look, Sam, it's real important for me to know more about why that man shot your brother.
He wanted his watch.
But you can't tell my mom about it, though.
Nicky wasn't supposed to take it out of the house.
Your secret is safe with me.
What about the watch?
It was made of real gold.
It's called a Rolex.
Why did Nicky have it?
My dad gave it to him before he died.
I told him not to bring it to school, 'cause I was afraid he might lose it.
Didn't even fit him too well, anyway.
Can we call and see if Nicky's awake yet?
Look, Sam, I'm not going to lie to you.
It's going to be a while before your brother wakes up.
So in the meantime, I'm going to need you to help me catch the man who did this to him.
Think you can do that?
Make a real cop out of you.
Whatever happened, it didn't start here.
You find our smoking gun, Doc?
It's definitely been discharged.
Won't know exactly when until I get it back to the lab.
Where did you find it?
Trash can.
Over there, right on top.
Meaning whoever dumped it was in a hurry.
Or they were just plain stupid.
Looks like Nicky was shot around here.
Let's go.
I got you.
Come on.
Then stumbled down the alley that way into the street where Mac found him.
Hey, guys, I think I found another blood trail.
So we have two different blood trails going in opposite directions.
Maybe our shooter was hit, too.
Well, directionality says he went that way.
If it's from our assailant, make sense the bad guy would run in the opposite direction.
Scratch that.
This isn't blood.
With any luck, Nicky struggled with his attacker, and there's some trace left behind.
I'd imagine anyone evil enough to shoot a young boy is in your DNA database.
Hmm.
How bad is the internal damage?
Bullet perforated the intestine, lacerated a kidney.
The resulting cavitation caused severe trauma to the liver.
He suffered major blood loss.
We got him here within the golden hour.
If we hadn't, he'd be dead.
You keep fighting, Nicky.
You know, all my time in Afghanistan, and I will never get used to a child being in one of those beds.
It's the worst part of our job.
The day we get used to it is the day we should walk out the door.
Dr.
Hunter, your charts.
Was the round recovered during surgery?
The wound was a through and through, Mac.
The bullet missed the bone.
No fragments left behind.
We haven't recovered any ballistics from the scene or his clothing.
The smaller hole in the Vic's back is consistent with an entrance wound.
Who shoots a kid in the back?
I got to get this back to the lab.
I'll be in touch.
Oh, my God, Nicky.
Nicky.
Mrs.
Harris?
Mrs.
Harris, I'm Dr.
Aubrey Hunter.
I operated on your son.
The police, they came to my work.
They said he as shot.
I didn't even know if he'd be...
He's stable, but he has a tough fight ahead of him.
He's young and resilient.
And he's in excellent hands.
We used to pick them up every day.
They never had to walk home from school when my husband was alive.
Mrs.
Harris, I'm Detective Taylor.
Before Nicky went into surgery, he mumbled he wanted his brother to give you something.
Do you have any idea what that might be?
No.
Not at all.
I mean it, buddy.
You don't smile, I'm going to take that photo and I'm going to e-mail it to every girl in your school.
There it is.
There you go.
You ready to get back to work?
What if still I don't recognize anyone?
It's like I told you.
Sometimes looking at photos will help you remember.
If you don't, you don't.
No big deal.
Just take your time and do your best.
Go ahead, click that mouse.
Recognize any of those ugly mugs?
Click again.
Mmm, that guy looks familiar.
I think it might be him.
Ah, come on, man.
Getting schmutz on my screen.
Sam...
That's, like, the fourth guy you've identified.
I'm sorry.
They all look the same.
It's hard to remember.
It's all right.
Think it might be time to go to plan B.
What's that?
Well, if he doesn't have a photo in the system, we'll have to make one.
What kind of nose did he have?
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♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah.
♪ Could you call again?
Can you see if Nicky woke up yet?
I just called them, like, ten minutes ago.
What did I tell you?
I'm gonna be the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.
I don't say things like that unless I mean it.
Okay?
Your mother's over there with him now.
You didn't tell her about the watch, did you?
I think she's gonna be mad.
She's always telling us not to take the shortcut through the alley.
Your mother sounds like a smart lady.
She is.
His beard isn't that hairy, and his ears ain't that big.
Oh, they ain't, huh?
How's that?
That looks like him.
Composite sketch Flack made with Sam Harris.
DNA from Nicky's fingernails came back to this fine citizen.
Johnny Cook.
Pretty damn close.
He's the bully in the neighborhood, majoring in grand larceny, burglary and assault.
It looks like he graduated to armed robbery and attempted murder.
What's up, baby?
John Cook?
NYPD.
Show me your hands.
Show me your hands now!
What the hell is this?!
You guys don't got nothing on me.
I'd say we've got everything we need.
Being the neighborhood tough guy is kind of like being the captain of the high school football team.
Except when you get to college, you realize that everybody's big, strong and fast.
And all of a sudden, you're just another player.
What the hell are you talking about, man?
You might be a badass on your neighborhood block, but when you get on the cell block, you'll be just another punk who shot a little kid in the back.
Guy like you is gonna have a lot to prove.
I don't got to prove nothing, you do.
I told you, I didn't shoot that kid.
Try telling that to a jury.
We got your DNA under Nicky Harris's fingernails, an eyewitness putting you at the scene, and the Vic's watch strapped to your wrist.
You see that? "
R.H."
Stands for Robert Harris.
He gave it to his son before he passed away.
Oh, you gonna hang that body on me, too?
Look, man, you can run your little game on me all day long.
All you got is, what, possession of stolen property and some kid who needs to wash his hands a little better.
You just better hope that little boy doesn't die.
Cocky bastard.
Mmm.
Well, he's been in that chair before.
He knows the drill.
Right.
His prior history and a motive will go a long way with the jury.
But we need to put him in that alley.
Never mind the alley.
We still have to put that gun in his hand.
Hmm.
Take your time and get a good look, Sam.
You're sure he can't see me through the glass?
I promise.
You recognize anyone, Sam?
Sam Harris just viewed a lineup, couldn't pick out Johnny Cook.
So we need something else that puts him in the alley with Nick and Sam.
Well, I doubt this is our answer, but I identified that red liquid I found at the crime scene.
Methylaminoanthraquinone.
Dye.
Right.
Now, I wish I could tell you that it was rare, and it's only found in one store in Manhattan, but unfortunately, it's common, and it has a lot of uses.
Warrant's in the works for Cook's apartment.
If there's anything there containing this dye, it could be enough to put him in the alley.
While they're at it, maybe we can, uh, search for this, too.
Benzene, butadiene and styrene.
Synthetic rubber.
More specifically, recycled auto tire.
I found white polymer fibers around the bullet hole on the back of the Vic's shirt.
Now, these fibers are composed of these elements.
That alley's packed with trace.
Shred of rubber could've been on the ground, easily transferred to Nicky's shirt.
Bad news, guys.
This is not the gun that shot Nicky Harris.
I tested it for volatile organic compounds.
It was last fired over a month ago.
No usable prints, no usable DNA profiles.
So we got a gun, just not the one that shot our Vic.
What's the history on this weapon?
It was reported stolen in a residential burg about six months ago.
Could've passed through a dozen hands since then.
Any one of which could've dumped it in that trash can.
We're not making any headway here.
Can I ask you to take a look at the photos of Nicky Harris's wounds?
Oh, sure.
Um, what's going on?
I'm not sure.
Is there a chance they could be reversed?
I mean, could the entrance wound be the exit wound or visa versa?
It's not an exact science.
Why do you ask?
Because I found a higher concentration of gunshot residue on the front of Nicky's shirt than on the back.
I have had cases where the exit wound was shored.
I'm a tech guy.
When something presses on an exit wound in a manner that restricts the expansion and tearing of the victim's skin, we call it a shored wound.
Uh, shored wounds appear smaller than usual and can be mistaken for an entrance wound.
Okay.
For example, the Vic could've been leaning against a wall or wearing tight clothing which restricted the exit wound.
This is starting to make sense.
I also found several foreign fibers on the back of the Vic's shirt around the bullet hole.
It was, uh, recycled auto tire mixed with hemp.
Eco-friendly textiles.
They make everything from jackets to handbags with the stuff.
I even have a pair of sneakers.
They're comfortable, though I must tell you, for whatever reason, foot odor is a major issue.
Wait.
What?
Those boys were on their way home from school.
I think it's time we take a guided tour of the crime scene.
We're missing something.
Sam was there.
Maybe he can point us in the right direction.
I don't think he's ready, Mac.
You should've seen him in that room.
That lineup took a lot out of him.
He was looking directly at Cook, but he wouldn't identify him.
Then we'll have to find another way.
I think I can do it.
I think I can show you guys what happened.
You okay, Sam?
Come on.
If this gets too tough, just tell me and we'll stop.
No.
I'm all right.
I know this is scary, Sam...
...but we need you to try and tell us exactly what happened.
Sam, look, even the littlest details are important.
We were walking home from school, like we usually do.
Ah, be quiet.
You like her, huh?
Hey.
Good for you.
He saw the watch Nicky was wearing, and he started to follow us.
We got scared...
so we started to run.
It's okay, buddy.
You can do it.
Take your time.
We ran as far as we could.
H-He caught up to us about here.
Give it to me or I'm gonna rip your little head off.
Just give it to him Nicky.
Let him have it.
Oh, my God!
Nicky!
Sam, help me.
Help me up.
You're bleeding.
We have to get out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Sam, this is really important, okay?
Did the man shoot Nicky here and then run that way, the same way you and your brother left the alley?
Yeah.
Shot him right there and ran that way.
And did he take his gun with him?
I'm pretty sure.
Was he carrying anything with him, anything that might have been dripping?
Hey, bud, was there anybody else in this alley with you?
No, sir.
Not that I saw.
Hey, babe...
Yeah, I'll meet you by the car.
Good job, Sam.
You're a really brave kid.
You did great.
My gut as a cop?
Sam çants to help us, but he's too young and too messed up to remember what happened.
My gut as a CSI is that the wound was a through and through, so where's the blood spatter?
Where are the impact marks?
Where's the bullet?
You talking to me?
Huh?
You talking to me?
Well, who the hell you talking to?
I'm the only one here.
I'm still standing here.
Go on, make your move.
Taxi Driver.
One of my top five films of all time.
Sorry, Mac, I was...
Sid said you had some doubts about the Vic's gunshot wound.
Uh, yeah.
You remember the polymer fibers we pulled off the back of Nicky's shirt?
Think they came from a backpack.
And you're thinking that backpack shored the wound, altering its appearance?
That's exactly what I'm thinking.
That explains the white fibers on the back of Nicky's shirt.
An absence of tearing due to the pressure of the backpack against the skin.
The bullet entered his abdomen, exited through the back.
And...
I would bet anything, that the bullet's still in his backpack.
Now all we have to do is find Nicky's backpack.
I don't know if Nicky had his backpack with him yesterday.
I had to be at work before they left for school.
Hey, Sam.
Do you remember how I told you that every detail was important?
Yeah?
This one's real important, okay?
Did the man who shot Nicky steal his backpack, too?
Sam, answer him, honey.
I forgot to tell you.
I'm sorry.
So you're saying he did take the backpack?
I think so.
Why did he take it?
What was there something special in it?
I don't know.
Just a bunch of school stuff.
I can't remember everything.
Detectives, I know Sam's a witness and you need his help, but he just lost his father, and now his brother's here in the hospital, and...
he's just a kid.
He can't handle all these questions.
I think he needs a break right now.
We understand, Mrs.
Harris.
I'm sorry.
Don't sweat it, buddy.
You're doing great.
Mrs.
Harris.
Can you tell us what was in the backpack?
Nothing unusual.
Just...
school books, a key to the apartment, cell phone...
Cell phone?
In case of emergencies.
We're going to need that number.
I got a signal.
Nicky Harris's cell phone is in Brooklyn.
I got a location.
And we have a parole hit at that same address.
Troy Castro.
Troy Castro!
NYPD!
NYPD!
Drop the weapon!
No!
Flack!
He's gone.
10-4 Unit.
Advise when you're 84 at that location.
Major Crime Scene detective to Central.
Suspect's body has been removed to the coroner's office.
Street has been reopened.
Street has been reopened.
Crime Scene Detectives are portable in suspect Castro's apartment.
10-4, Major Crimes.
Attention all...
responding to the 10-30 shots fired.
City-wide duty captain is advising that all non-essential uniform personnel resume normal patrol at this time.
You found the bullet.
.357.
Same as the gun Castro just dumped in the alley.
Hmm.
Take a look at this.
This remind you of anything?
The red dye Hawkes found at the crime scene.
Must have dripped out of the hole in Nicky's backpack.
What do we have here?
I'm guessing that's not lunch money.
Dye pack from a bank.
Radio receiver sends out a signal to a timer.
If the money moves a certain distance away from the bank, the signal cuts off, causing the dye pack to explode.
Rendering the stolen money useless.
Troy Castro robbed a bank.
Question is, how did Castro's stolen bank loot end up in Nicky Harris's backpack?
The stria on the slug that was lodged in Nicky's backpack matches Castro's gun.
Well, if Castro shot Nicky, then how did Johnny Cook's DNA end up under his fingernails?
I've been wondering the same thing.
They're both from the same neighborhood.
Must have crossed paths recently.
Very recently.
DNA only lasts under the fingernails for a couple of days.
But that's just the tip of the iceberg, Stella.
I ran the slug you found through IBIS.
A month ago, the same gun was used in a robbery at a First Federation Bank branch in Midtown.
A perp matching Castro's description exchanged gunfire with a guard inside the bank.
I remember the case.
The robbery was part of a pattern.
Right.
Seven First Federation branches, each robbery roughly two weeks apart.
Same description, same note.
Now, a bank branch was robbed yesterday around the same time Nicky Harris was shot.
Where?
12 blocks from the crime scene.
Let's go.
Five-foot-seven or eight.
Slight.
It was just before closing at around 3:00.
He walked up to the window, pointed a gun at me and passed a note asking for $933.
Exactly 933?
I know, odd amount, huh?
Uh-huh.
Do you recognize his face in this photo array?
No.
I don't see him here.
He was wearing sunglasses, but his face looks much younger than these men.
Thinner.
What else was he wearing?
Jeans, sneakers.
Oh, he also had a backpack and a baseball cap.
Can you describe the baseball cap?
Yeah.
It was blue with the number two on the front.
Uh...
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Well, I'm sure this isn't the only cap with Derek Jeter's number on it floating around the city.
Doesn't prove anything.
Well, it proves that Nicky was in the bank with a gun and a note.
Come on, Stella.
Troy Castro robbed that bank and the only reason he hasn't confessed to it is 'cause he's dead.
No!
The evidence says otherwise.
What are you talking about?
He shot at us with the gun he used in the robbery.
The money was in his apartment.
Found inside of Nicky's backpack.
And how do you explain Sam's story that Cook stole Nicky's watch and then shot him?
Nicky!
I can't right now.
Well, let me save you the trouble, Flack.
Johnny Cook admits to taking the Rolex, but denies shooting Nicky.
And you believe Johnny Cook and his lawyer?
He has no connection to Castro, and has never used a weapon in any of his previous crimes.
He's a strong-arm snatch and run guy.
That's it.
Think about it.
Sam had to come up with something.
So he used the watch robbery from three days ago to keep us from learning the truth.
The truth?
So far everything I'm hearing from the science guys is based on speculation.
Castro was due to strike First Federation.
We believe that he was casing the branch, he saw Nicky and Sam robbing the bank, so he followed them into the alley and robbed them.
The gun I found on top of the trash can belonged to those boys, Flack.
But you have zero forensic evidence to prove that.
And please, one of you tell me where those kids got a gun.
You got to let go of your feelings for this kid, Flack.
Sam Harris was lying to you.
Sam Harris does not have it in his DNA to lie like that.
Unless he had a very good reason.
Troy Castro didn't rob that bank, Sam.
You and your brother Nicky did.
Nicky said that if I told anyone, we'd go to jail.
I don't want to go to jail.
You're not going to jail.
I promise.
We know what went down, Sam.
We just need to hear it in your words.
We know that you and your brother walked to the bank after school let out.
We know that Nicky went inside.
Nicky gave the bank teller a note asking for exactly $933.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Nine...
$933.
That's our rent.
Sam must have heard me on the phone saying I didn't have it.
I told Nicky we were going to get kicked out of the apartment.
He said we had to look after you now, 'cause Dad was gone.
Nicky found the gun by an old car when we were walking home from school awhile back.
He threw the bullets away so it couldn't hurt no one.
Come on.
Come on!
After we got the money, we just kept running till we got to the alley.
We did it.
I can't believe we did it.
Nice work, boys.
I'm taking that backpack.
Don't make me come and get it.
No, Nicky...
Get away from us!
Just give it to him, Nicky.
Let him have it.
Oh, my God!
Nicky!
Get out of the way!
Nicky!
You're bleeding!
Sam, help me.
Sam, help me up.
Come on.
We have to get out of here.
Let's go.
Come on.
One last thing, son.
The man who took your brother's watch-- it was this man, wasn't it?
Yeah, that's him.
He stole it three days ago.
That's why you created his face for the composite sketch, as opposed to the guy who really shot your brother-- Troy Castro.
I was scared that If I described the man who shot Nicky, you guys would find out we robbed the bank.
Can you imagine the burden that little guy was carrying around?
12 years old.
He's protecting his older brother and his mother.
Still can't wrap my head around the fact that they thought robbing a bank was their only option.
Luckily the D.A.
and the bank president agreed not to press charges.
And money's been pouring in from the public.
Should be enough to keep a roof over their head for at least a little while.
This family could use some good news.
There's a lot of love in that room.
They'll get through it.
I hope so.
Hey, Mac.
Just one sec.
I swear, sometimes it takes me half an hour just to get out the door.
I know that feeling.
What's the latest on Nicky?
So far so good.
Vitals are strong.
No indication of infection.
The brain scan was normal.
If you had to give a prognosis, what would it be?
I'm optimistic.
Cautiously optimistic.
How about some dinner?
We can pick up where we left off.
How about my place?
I meant Metrano's-- my pizza place.
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Look at you-- so sure of yourself.
You really think it's that good?
Hey, this is my place.
It's better than "that good."
All right.
We'll see.
Well?
It's all right.
Not bad.
Not bad?
That's the best slice in the city.
Okay, I give it high marks for the right amount of cheese.
The crust is perfect.
But the sauce is just too sweet.
Sweet is what makes it so great.
There's crushed carrots in that sauce.
Carrots in tomato sauce?
Yes.
That's blasphemous.
You clearly haven't been to Metrano's.
Is that that new place that opened up in Park Slope?
Mmm, it's good.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
That's not a routine call.
Somebody's down.
Hey, Doc.
Not enough business in the E.R., now you're making house calls?
What have you got here?
I'm guessing gunshot.
Tape off this whole block from end to end.
The whole thing's a crime scene.
All right.
Got it.
Are you hurt, son?
Can you tell me what happened?
Can you tell me your friend's name?
He's my brother.
He has massive internal bleeding.
We have to get him out of here or he's going to die.
Let's go, let's get him out.
Come on, let's go!
Don't try to talk, honey.
It's going to be all right.
Be all right.
Where's Sam?
He's got to give it to...
He's got to give it to Mom.
He's got to give it to Mom.
Where's Sam?
Where's my brother?
Sam?
Sam?
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♪ We're going to need to intubate him.
We need four units of O-neg.
Call the O.R.
Make sure the trauma team is in place and ready to go stat.
Come on.
I going to need a 5-O E.T.
tube.
Mac.
I'll call you back.
How's he doing?
Not good.
Were you able to get anything out of the little brother?
Sam's pretty shaken up.
All he could tell me was they were walking home from school, cut through the alley on 91st and met up with a bad guy who shot Nicky.
Any idea what it was about?
No.
Flack took him over to the precinct to get some more details, have him look at some photos.
I checked with their school.
Both Nicky and Sam are good kids.
Straight "A" students.
I have some people out looking for the mom.
Neighbors say she's working three jobs.
Is the dad in the picture?
No.
He passed away a few months ago.
He had cancer.
That's a tough one, buddy.
I'm soy you had to lose your dad.
You dry those puppies off real good.
Let's get that shirt off you.
Let me give you a hand.
Up.
Look, Sam, it's real important for me to know more about why that man shot your brother.
He wanted his watch.
But you can't tell my mom about it, though.
Nicky wasn't supposed to take it out of the house.
Your secret is safe with me.
What about the watch?
It was made of real gold.
It's called a Rolex.
Why did Nicky have it?
My dad gave it to him before he died.
I told him not to bring it to school, 'cause I was afraid he might lose it.
Didn't even fit him too well, anyway.
Can we call and see if Nicky's awake yet?
Look, Sam, I'm not going to lie to you.
It's going to be a while before your brother wakes up.
So in the meantime, I'm going to need you to help me catch the man who did this to him.
Think you can do that?
Make a real cop out of you.
Whatever happened, it didn't start here.
You find our smoking gun, Doc?
It's definitely been discharged.
Won't know exactly when until I get it back to the lab.
Where did you find it?
Trash can.
Over there, right on top.
Meaning whoever dumped it was in a hurry.
Or they were just plain stupid.
Looks like Nicky was shot around here.
Let's go.
I got you.
Come on.
Then stumbled down the alley that way into the street where Mac found him.
Hey, guys, I think I found another blood trail.
So we have two different blood trails going in opposite directions.
Maybe our shooter was hit, too.
Well, directionality says he went that way.
If it's from our assailant, make sense the bad guy would run in the opposite direction.
Scratch that.
This isn't blood.
With any luck, Nicky struggled with his attacker, and there's some trace left behind.
I'd imagine anyone evil enough to shoot a young boy is in your DNA database.
Hmm.
How bad is the internal damage?
Bullet perforated the intestine, lacerated a kidney.
The resulting cavitation caused severe trauma to the liver.
He suffered major blood loss.
We got him here within the golden hour.
If we hadn't, he'd be dead.
You keep fighting, Nicky.
You know, all my time in Afghanistan, and I will never get used to a child being in one of those beds.
It's the worst part of our job.
The day we get used to it is the day we should walk out the door.
Dr.
Hunter, your charts.
Was the round recovered during surgery?
The wound was a through and through, Mac.
The bullet missed the bone.
No fragments left behind.
We haven't recovered any ballistics from the scene or his clothing.
The smaller hole in the Vic's back is consistent with an entrance wound.
Who shoots a kid in the back?
I got to get this back to the lab.
I'll be in touch.
Oh, my God, Nicky.
Nicky.
Mrs.
Harris?
Mrs.
Harris, I'm Dr.
Aubrey Hunter.
I operated on your son.
The police, they came to my work.
They said he as shot.
I didn't even know if he'd be...
He's stable, but he has a tough fight ahead of him.
He's young and resilient.
And he's in excellent hands.
We used to pick them up every day.
They never had to walk home from school when my husband was alive.
Mrs.
Harris, I'm Detective Taylor.
Before Nicky went into surgery, he mumbled he wanted his brother to give you something.
Do you have any idea what that might be?
No.
Not at all.
I mean it, buddy.
You don't smile, I'm going to take that photo and I'm going to e-mail it to every girl in your school.
There it is.
There you go.
You ready to get back to work?
What if still I don't recognize anyone?
It's like I told you.
Sometimes looking at photos will help you remember.
If you don't, you don't.
No big deal.
Just take your time and do your best.
Go ahead, click that mouse.
Recognize any of those ugly mugs?
Click again.
Mmm, that guy looks familiar.
I think it might be him.
Ah, come on, man.
Getting schmutz on my screen.
Sam...
That's, like, the fourth guy you've identified.
I'm sorry.
They all look the same.
It's hard to remember.
It's all right.
Think it might be time to go to plan B.
What's that?
Well, if he doesn't have a photo in the system, we'll have to make one.
What kind of nose did he have?
♪ Who said ♪ ♪ It'd be worth me night and day ♪ ♪ Who said ♪ ♪ It'd be worth me come what may ♪ ♪ Who said ♪ ♪ I would never hurt again ♪ ♪ Was it you who said ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ooh, ah ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ooh, ah...
♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah.
♪ Could you call again?
Can you see if Nicky woke up yet?
I just called them, like, ten minutes ago.
What did I tell you?
I'm gonna be the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.
I don't say things like that unless I mean it.
Okay?
Your mother's over there with him now.
You didn't tell her about the watch, did you?
I think she's gonna be mad.
She's always telling us not to take the shortcut through the alley.
Your mother sounds like a smart lady.
She is.
His beard isn't that hairy, and his ears ain't that big.
Oh, they ain't, huh?
How's that?
That looks like him.
Composite sketch Flack made with Sam Harris.
DNA from Nicky's fingernails came back to this fine citizen.
Johnny Cook.
Pretty damn close.
He's the bully in the neighborhood, majoring in grand larceny, burglary and assault.
It looks like he graduated to armed robbery and attempted murder.
What's up, baby?
John Cook?
NYPD.
Show me your hands.
Show me your hands now!
What the hell is this?!
You guys don't got nothing on me.
I'd say we've got everything we need.
Being the neighborhood tough guy is kind of like being the captain of the high school football team.
Except when you get to college, you realize that everybody's big, strong and fast.
And all of a sudden, you're just another player.
What the hell are you talking about, man?
You might be a badass on your neighborhood block, but when you get on the cell block, you'll be just another punk who shot a little kid in the back.
Guy like you is gonna have a lot to prove.
I don't got to prove nothing, you do.
I told you, I didn't shoot that kid.
Try telling that to a jury.
We got your DNA under Nicky Harris's fingernails, an eyewitness putting you at the scene, and the Vic's watch strapped to your wrist.
You see that? "
R.H."
Stands for Robert Harris.
He gave it to his son before he passed away.
Oh, you gonna hang that body on me, too?
Look, man, you can run your little game on me all day long.
All you got is, what, possession of stolen property and some kid who needs to wash his hands a little better.
You just better hope that little boy doesn't die.
Cocky bastard.
Mmm.
Well, he's been in that chair before.
He knows the drill.
Right.
His prior history and a motive will go a long way with the jury.
But we need to put him in that alley.
Never mind the alley.
We still have to put that gun in his hand.
Hmm.
Take your time and get a good look, Sam.
You're sure he can't see me through the glass?
I promise.
You recognize anyone, Sam?
Sam Harris just viewed a lineup, couldn't pick out Johnny Cook.
So we need something else that puts him in the alley with Nick and Sam.
Well, I doubt this is our answer, but I identified that red liquid I found at the crime scene.
Methylaminoanthraquinone.
Dye.
Right.
Now, I wish I could tell you that it was rare, and it's only found in one store in Manhattan, but unfortunately, it's common, and it has a lot of uses.
Warrant's in the works for Cook's apartment.
If there's anything there containing this dye, it could be enough to put him in the alley.
While they're at it, maybe we can, uh, search for this, too.
Benzene, butadiene and styrene.
Synthetic rubber.
More specifically, recycled auto tire.
I found white polymer fibers around the bullet hole on the back of the Vic's shirt.
Now, these fibers are composed of these elements.
That alley's packed with trace.
Shred of rubber could've been on the ground, easily transferred to Nicky's shirt.
Bad news, guys.
This is not the gun that shot Nicky Harris.
I tested it for volatile organic compounds.
It was last fired over a month ago.
No usable prints, no usable DNA profiles.
So we got a gun, just not the one that shot our Vic.
What's the history on this weapon?
It was reported stolen in a residential burg about six months ago.
Could've passed through a dozen hands since then.
Any one of which could've dumped it in that trash can.
We're not making any headway here.
Can I ask you to take a look at the photos of Nicky Harris's wounds?
Oh, sure.
Um, what's going on?
I'm not sure.
Is there a chance they could be reversed?
I mean, could the entrance wound be the exit wound or visa versa?
It's not an exact science.
Why do you ask?
Because I found a higher concentration of gunshot residue on the front of Nicky's shirt than on the back.
I have had cases where the exit wound was shored.
I'm a tech guy.
When something presses on an exit wound in a manner that restricts the expansion and tearing of the victim's skin, we call it a shored wound.
Uh, shored wounds appear smaller than usual and can be mistaken for an entrance wound.
Okay.
For example, the Vic could've been leaning against a wall or wearing tight clothing which restricted the exit wound.
This is starting to make sense.
I also found several foreign fibers on the back of the Vic's shirt around the bullet hole.
It was, uh, recycled auto tire mixed with hemp.
Eco-friendly textiles.
They make everything from jackets to handbags with the stuff.
I even have a pair of sneakers.
They're comfortable, though I must tell you, for whatever reason, foot odor is a major issue.
Wait.
What?
Those boys were on their way home from school.
I think it's time we take a guided tour of the crime scene.
We're missing something.
Sam was there.
Maybe he can point us in the right direction.
I don't think he's ready, Mac.
You should've seen him in that room.
That lineup took a lot out of him.
He was looking directly at Cook, but he wouldn't identify him.
Then we'll have to find another way.
I think I can do it.
I think I can show you guys what happened.
You okay, Sam?
Come on.
If this gets too tough, just tell me and we'll stop.
No.
I'm all right.
I know this is scary, Sam...
...but we need you to try and tell us exactly what happened.
Sam, look, even the littlest details are important.
We were walking home from school, like we usually do.
Ah, be quiet.
You like her, huh?
Hey.
Good for you.
He saw the watch Nicky was wearing, and he started to follow us.
We got scared...
so we started to run.
It's okay, buddy.
You can do it.
Take your time.
We ran as far as we could.
H-He caught up to us about here.
Give it to me or I'm gonna rip your little head off.
Just give it to him Nicky.
Let him have it.
Oh, my God!
Nicky!
Sam, help me.
Help me up.
You're bleeding.
We have to get out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Sam, this is really important, okay?
Did the man shoot Nicky here and then run that way, the same way you and your brother left the alley?
Yeah.
Shot him right there and ran that way.
And did he take his gun with him?
I'm pretty sure.
Was he carrying anything with him, anything that might have been dripping?
Hey, bud, was there anybody else in this alley with you?
No, sir.
Not that I saw.
Hey, babe...
Yeah, I'll meet you by the car.
Good job, Sam.
You're a really brave kid.
You did great.
My gut as a cop?
Sam çants to help us, but he's too young and too messed up to remember what happened.
My gut as a CSI is that the wound was a through and through, so where's the blood spatter?
Where are the impact marks?
Where's the bullet?
You talking to me?
Huh?
You talking to me?
Well, who the hell you talking to?
I'm the only one here.
I'm still standing here.
Go on, make your move.
Taxi Driver.
One of my top five films of all time.
Sorry, Mac, I was...
Sid said you had some doubts about the Vic's gunshot wound.
Uh, yeah.
You remember the polymer fibers we pulled off the back of Nicky's shirt?
Think they came from a backpack.
And you're thinking that backpack shored the wound, altering its appearance?
That's exactly what I'm thinking.
That explains the white fibers on the back of Nicky's shirt.
An absence of tearing due to the pressure of the backpack against the skin.
The bullet entered his abdomen, exited through the back.
And...
I would bet anything, that the bullet's still in his backpack.
Now all we have to do is find Nicky's backpack.
I don't know if Nicky had his backpack with him yesterday.
I had to be at work before they left for school.
Hey, Sam.
Do you remember how I told you that every detail was important?
Yeah?
This one's real important, okay?
Did the man who shot Nicky steal his backpack, too?
Sam, answer him, honey.
I forgot to tell you.
I'm sorry.
So you're saying he did take the backpack?
I think so.
Why did he take it?
What was there something special in it?
I don't know.
Just a bunch of school stuff.
I can't remember everything.
Detectives, I know Sam's a witness and you need his help, but he just lost his father, and now his brother's here in the hospital, and...
he's just a kid.
He can't handle all these questions.
I think he needs a break right now.
We understand, Mrs.
Harris.
I'm sorry.
Don't sweat it, buddy.
You're doing great.
Mrs.
Harris.
Can you tell us what was in the backpack?
Nothing unusual.
Just...
school books, a key to the apartment, cell phone...
Cell phone?
In case of emergencies.
We're going to need that number.
I got a signal.
Nicky Harris's cell phone is in Brooklyn.
I got a location.
And we have a parole hit at that same address.
Troy Castro.
Troy Castro!
NYPD!
NYPD!
Drop the weapon!
No!
Flack!
He's gone.
10-4 Unit.
Advise when you're 84 at that location.
Major Crime Scene detective to Central.
Suspect's body has been removed to the coroner's office.
Street has been reopened.
Street has been reopened.
Crime Scene Detectives are portable in suspect Castro's apartment.
10-4, Major Crimes.
Attention all...
responding to the 10-30 shots fired.
City-wide duty captain is advising that all non-essential uniform personnel resume normal patrol at this time.
You found the bullet.
.357.
Same as the gun Castro just dumped in the alley.
Hmm.
Take a look at this.
This remind you of anything?
The red dye Hawkes found at the crime scene.
Must have dripped out of the hole in Nicky's backpack.
What do we have here?
I'm guessing that's not lunch money.
Dye pack from a bank.
Radio receiver sends out a signal to a timer.
If the money moves a certain distance away from the bank, the signal cuts off, causing the dye pack to explode.
Rendering the stolen money useless.
Troy Castro robbed a bank.
Question is, how did Castro's stolen bank loot end up in Nicky Harris's backpack?
The stria on the slug that was lodged in Nicky's backpack matches Castro's gun.
Well, if Castro shot Nicky, then how did Johnny Cook's DNA end up under his fingernails?
I've been wondering the same thing.
They're both from the same neighborhood.
Must have crossed paths recently.
Very recently.
DNA only lasts under the fingernails for a couple of days.
But that's just the tip of the iceberg, Stella.
I ran the slug you found through IBIS.
A month ago, the same gun was used in a robbery at a First Federation Bank branch in Midtown.
A perp matching Castro's description exchanged gunfire with a guard inside the bank.
I remember the case.
The robbery was part of a pattern.
Right.
Seven First Federation branches, each robbery roughly two weeks apart.
Same description, same note.
Now, a bank branch was robbed yesterday around the same time Nicky Harris was shot.
Where?
12 blocks from the crime scene.
Let's go.
Five-foot-seven or eight.
Slight.
It was just before closing at around 3:00.
He walked up to the window, pointed a gun at me and passed a note asking for $933.
Exactly 933?
I know, odd amount, huh?
Uh-huh.
Do you recognize his face in this photo array?
No.
I don't see him here.
He was wearing sunglasses, but his face looks much younger than these men.
Thinner.
What else was he wearing?
Jeans, sneakers.
Oh, he also had a backpack and a baseball cap.
Can you describe the baseball cap?
Yeah.
It was blue with the number two on the front.
Uh...
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Well, I'm sure this isn't the only cap with Derek Jeter's number on it floating around the city.
Doesn't prove anything.
Well, it proves that Nicky was in the bank with a gun and a note.
Come on, Stella.
Troy Castro robbed that bank and the only reason he hasn't confessed to it is 'cause he's dead.
No!
The evidence says otherwise.
What are you talking about?
He shot at us with the gun he used in the robbery.
The money was in his apartment.
Found inside of Nicky's backpack.
And how do you explain Sam's story that Cook stole Nicky's watch and then shot him?
Nicky!
I can't right now.
Well, let me save you the trouble, Flack.
Johnny Cook admits to taking the Rolex, but denies shooting Nicky.
And you believe Johnny Cook and his lawyer?
He has no connection to Castro, and has never used a weapon in any of his previous crimes.
He's a strong-arm snatch and run guy.
That's it.
Think about it.
Sam had to come up with something.
So he used the watch robbery from three days ago to keep us from learning the truth.
The truth?
So far everything I'm hearing from the science guys is based on speculation.
Castro was due to strike First Federation.
We believe that he was casing the branch, he saw Nicky and Sam robbing the bank, so he followed them into the alley and robbed them.
The gun I found on top of the trash can belonged to those boys, Flack.
But you have zero forensic evidence to prove that.
And please, one of you tell me where those kids got a gun.
You got to let go of your feelings for this kid, Flack.
Sam Harris was lying to you.
Sam Harris does not have it in his DNA to lie like that.
Unless he had a very good reason.
Troy Castro didn't rob that bank, Sam.
You and your brother Nicky did.
Nicky said that if I told anyone, we'd go to jail.
I don't want to go to jail.
You're not going to jail.
I promise.
We know what went down, Sam.
We just need to hear it in your words.
We know that you and your brother walked to the bank after school let out.
We know that Nicky went inside.
Nicky gave the bank teller a note asking for exactly $933.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Nine...
$933.
That's our rent.
Sam must have heard me on the phone saying I didn't have it.
I told Nicky we were going to get kicked out of the apartment.
He said we had to look after you now, 'cause Dad was gone.
Nicky found the gun by an old car when we were walking home from school awhile back.
He threw the bullets away so it couldn't hurt no one.
Come on.
Come on!
After we got the money, we just kept running till we got to the alley.
We did it.
I can't believe we did it.
Nice work, boys.
I'm taking that backpack.
Don't make me come and get it.
No, Nicky...
Get away from us!
Just give it to him, Nicky.
Let him have it.
Oh, my God!
Nicky!
Get out of the way!
Nicky!
You're bleeding!
Sam, help me.
Sam, help me up.
Come on.
We have to get out of here.
Let's go.
Come on.
One last thing, son.
The man who took your brother's watch-- it was this man, wasn't it?
Yeah, that's him.
He stole it three days ago.
That's why you created his face for the composite sketch, as opposed to the guy who really shot your brother-- Troy Castro.
I was scared that If I described the man who shot Nicky, you guys would find out we robbed the bank.
Can you imagine the burden that little guy was carrying around?
12 years old.
He's protecting his older brother and his mother.
Still can't wrap my head around the fact that they thought robbing a bank was their only option.
Luckily the D.A.
and the bank president agreed not to press charges.
And money's been pouring in from the public.
Should be enough to keep a roof over their head for at least a little while.
This family could use some good news.
There's a lot of love in that room.
They'll get through it.
I hope so.
Hey, Mac.
Just one sec.
I swear, sometimes it takes me half an hour just to get out the door.
I know that feeling.
What's the latest on Nicky?
So far so good.
Vitals are strong.
No indication of infection.
The brain scan was normal.
If you had to give a prognosis, what would it be?
I'm optimistic.
Cautiously optimistic.
How about some dinner?
We can pick up where we left off.
How about my place?
I meant Metrano's-- my pizza place.
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