Programma Televisivo: CSI NY - 8x2
Careful, my man.
You look like you're falling in love.
Oh, yeah?
With that track suit, you look like frickin' Ali G.
Oh, yeah.
Indahouse.
That's what I'm talking about!
No, seriously.
Look around.
Every guy in here is drooling over her, and she's only got eyes for you.
Thank you.
Excuse me, Officer.
Sergeant.
Sorry, Sergeant.
I'm looking for Danny Messer.
He's my husband.
At least I think he is.
I haven't seen him in days.
You trying to break my heart?
Get an I.D.?
Michael Schaefer, 21-year-old Brooklyn City College student.
What about the girl?
She found the body.
Claims that she and the vic left the club she was playing last night and came back to the apartment.
Probably thought it was the luckiest night of his life.
Unfortunately, it was also his last.
Hey, stranger.
So you're back.
It's official.
I talked to Sinclair yesterday.
Retirement papers have already been pulled.
Great.
That's great news.
Welcome back.
Oh, hey, Mac.
We missed you.
See, I told you he'd be back.
You did?
You didn't say that.
Yeah, I did.
I said he'd be back.
I said that, but whatever.
Yeah, no, I said you'd be back.
All right, all right.
Are you two done?
We have a dead body here that needs to be processed.
Obvious signs of forced entry.
Probably gonna want to pheno these shards of glass.
There's, uh, no usable prints, and, uh...
Uh, are you working the crime scene or me?
Nah, go ahead.
Do your thing.
I'll just go check on the canvass.
He misses all this.
Yeah.
Why don't you take a deep breath?
Relax, all right?
Okay.
Do you remember hearing anything?
Any yelling?
An argument?
Someone trying to break in?
No.
No, just a gunshot.
I came out of Michael's room, and I...
I found him on the f-floor.
I-I tried to...
hold his head up.
I didn't...
I didn't know what to do.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I just...
I can't believe this is happening.
I...
...can't believe he's dead.
She found him; called it in.
The victim live here alone?
Roommate's name is Josh Herman.
Apparently they've been best friends since grade school.
Was he here at the time of the shooting?
Not sure.
We're still trying to track him down.
Defensive bruising on the arms.
Here.
Stellate tearing around the wound.
Victim struggled with his attacker before being shot at close range.
Well, we know robbery wasn't a motive.
So what was?
I was asleep in Michael's room when it happened.
Michael!
Michael!
Michael?
Oh, my God.
Michael.
Michael.
Just take your time.
I know this must be hard for you.
How long did you know Michael?
Only a few weeks.
We met at the...
the music store where I work.
He was with his roommate Josh.
Sure, they formed later, but the Pistols captured the image.
The sex, the drugs, the rock and roll.
Not the rock and roll.
That's where you're wrong.
But sure, they had the music.
No doubt about it, but the punk sound didn't start with them.
Title goes to the Kinks.
1964.
Actually, you're both right.
Image and sound are equally important.
Of course, that also makes you both wrong.
So was the first punk band, then?
Easy.
The Ramones.
First to incorporate the sound and the image.
She's right.
Founded right here in Forest Hills, Queens, 1974.
Before the Sex Pistols.
Are you any good?
Sound a lot better coming off a set of strings like that, but, um...
yeah, I know how to get it on.
Miranda, there's a guy in the back that could use a little help.
Sure.
Sounds like the two of you really hit it off.
Did Michael and Josh have any problems?
No.
You know, they were like brothers, you know.
We found close to $300 in 20s on the floor next to Michael's body.
Did he owe anybody any money that you know of?
No.
I mean, if anything, it was the opposite.
He...
he seemed like he was doing pretty well.
I can't believe you have this song.
Get out.
You bought the Gibson?
I thought you said you didn't play.
Well, it's not for me; it's for you.
What?
Michael, seriously?
Ah, it's...
it's okay.
I wanted to do it.
Hey, look, it doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to.
No.
No, Michael, it...
it does.
It means everything.
That's quite an expensive gift from someone you just met.
He didn't even have to do it.
I was already falling for him.
He was so different from all the guys I'm used to.
He was...
sweet, genuine.
Honest.
I can't imagine how anyone would want to hurt him.
Tyler, I'm your mama.
I meddle.
That's what I do.
So what's up with the new roommate?
What happened to the old one?
20, 40, 60.
Mmm.
Yes.
Whoo-hoo!
Pleasure doing business with you.
Yeah.
Anybody ever tell you that money cannot buy you happiness?
Ah, you want to bet?
Okay, never mind.
I'll talk to you at lunch.
Bye.
Okay, what was that all about?
What?
Sheldon, money.
Oh.
Hawkes had him pegged coming back November 30 or earlier.
Which means you must have had him coming back after November 30.
Uh, kind of, yeah.
What do you mean, kind of?
Uh, kind of, as in...
um, never.
You mean you thought Mac Taylor was never coming back to this crime lab?
How come you didn't let me in on this bet?
I'd have cleaned up on all you fools.
Ah.
Any word from Flack on the whereabouts of the vic's roommate?
Josh Herman?
Still in the wind.
You thinking he had something to do with it?
Well, possible suspect.
Hopefully not another victim.
They were roommates.
If he did have something to do with it, I'm not sure why he'd have to break the window.
Well, we're sending the photos and physical description to the media, so I'll keep you posted.
Hey.
No "Good to see you, Mac?"
Uh, "Welcome back to the lab?"
Nothing?
I never thought you were gone in the first place.
Mac Taylor.
Now, there's a sight for sore eyes.
It's good to be back, Sid.
So, what's it like?
What is what like?
On the outside.
You made it, man...
you were free.
What did that feel like?
It felt good.
I'm very happy with what I accomplished.
But yet, here you are, back inside.
It means you're institutionalized.
You realize that, don't you?
These walls are funny, you know?
First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em, and pretty soon, you start to depend on 'em.
Sid?
Oh.
Yes.
I, uh, confirmed your suspicions regarding the victim's defensive bruising and the close-contact nature of the gunshot wounds.
There was a struggle.
Yes, but on further examination of the body, I found a small entrance wound close to the victim's armpit.
So, what we thought at the scene was a close-contact entrance wound was really an exit wound.
Means there's still a bullet at the crime scene.
I also found a dark smudge on the side of the victim's face.
Took a sample, sent it upstairs.
And what was that you were working on?
A piece of skin.
Found it attached to the victim's clothing.
Is that some kind of reptile or a fish?
Yes, you're correct.
It's from a reptile.
It's good to be back.
Now, this, I missed.
Adam.
Hey, boss.
Welcome back.
You want to tell me what's going on here?
Okay, well...
I was processing Miranda's shirt for blood.
I found microscopic tears in the fabric.
Could've caught her clothing on something.
The fray pattern should suggest whether or not it was snagged.
In addition to it being snagged, I also found evidence that suggests that it was cut.
Now, all the tests that I've run...
with the wire brush, sandpaper, knife, scissors...
have all resulted in either fraying or cutting...
but not both.
Till now.
T-shirt was cut by broken window glass...
looks like Miranda was lying about how she got into Michael's apartment last night.
I wasn't lying.
I was...
I was covered in Michael's blood.
He was still lying there dead.
I guess I...
I don't...
I don't know, I guess I just forgot.
You forgot you broke in to your boyfriend's apartment, where he was later murdered while you were conveniently asleep in his back bedroom, is that right?
I was in shock.
I-I wasn't thinking straight.
About the break-in or about the murder?
You think I broke in to Michael's apartment, shot him, ran off to hide the gun somewhere, then came back into his apartment and smeared blood all over myself and called 911?
Is that it?
I don't know, is that it?
Oh, you're twisted.
Sit down.
I said, sit down.
You know, I listened to a couple of your songs, saw a couple performances online, and you have a theme going of anger, frustration...
emptiness.
Did something happen to you when you were younger?
Did you happen to lose someone?
Someone close?
I'd like to leave.
Mother?
Father?
Sibling, maybe?
Are we done?
No, we're not done.
Tell me what happened last night, Miranda.
I didn't kill him!
We both know you broke into his apartment; I have evidence to prove it.
So tell me what happened.
Michael lost his keys at the club.
I can't believe this...
I think I lost my keys.
Sorry.
Hold on.
Uh, okay, uh, where are you going?
Fire escape.
Wait-- what are you doing?
This is dangerous.
What are you doing?
Okay, yeah...
I didn't think of that one.
What about his roommate Josh?
Where was he?
He said he was gonna crash at a friend's place...
I don't have a name.
You could've told me all this before, you know.
Yeah, yeah, well, I didn't, okay?
Look...
I'm sorry, I just...
I didn't think you'd believe me.
I've gotten in trouble before.
Shoplifting...
fake I.D.-- nothing that forecasts murr.
But I could be wrong.
It was my dad who died.
Car accident.
I was, um...
I was 16.
He, uh...
he would've liked Michael.
My father.
He would've approved.
We like her for it?
Not sure.
Everything she's saying is supported by the evidence.
Where are we on the roommate?
I checked with Brooklyn City College, where Josh is a student.
He was a no-show at all his classes today.
I tried tracking him through his financials...
there was no recent ATM or credit card activity.
But he does have just over 12 grand in a savings account.
Where does a college kid like him get money like that?
I could think of a few ways, none of which are legal.
Also, I spoke to a number of witnesses at the nightclub who saw Michael and Josh together.
Apparently, they were having quite a time...
especially Josh.
He was throwing around all kinds of money, buying everybody at the bar drinks.
Clearly, things took a turn for the worse.
We got alarms out on him?
All five boroughs.
Expand it to the Tri-state area.
Let's find him.
You got it.
Hey, Mac...
results on the smudge Sid collected from the victim's face.
Ink, glass cleaner, mineral oil...
auto degreaser.
Yeah.
I'm not sure what it means, either.
This, however, might be helpful.
Its primary use is as a tattoo aftercare lotion.
I don't recall Sid saying our victim had a tattoo.
Could mean our victim's roommate Josh Herman recently got one, though.
You get the name of the tattoo parlor this lotion came from?
Mac...
you haven't been gone so long that we've forgotten how to do this.
Flack's on his way there now.
That's a good choice: yin and yang.
Thing is, right now you're thinking yin; when you're 50 years old, you'll probably be thinking yang.
Yeah, I remember him.
He was in here a couple of days ago.
Yeah, kind of hard to forget that guy, actually.
I haven't done one of these in a while.
You ever look inside the mouth of one?
Insane teeth.
Rows of them, razor-sharp.
They could rip a person to shreds if they wanted to.
Oh, and get this.
They're the only animal other than humans to have sex for pleasure.
A dolphin?
That's what he wanted on his back permanently?
I hear you, man.
I do my best to steer people's decisions so they won't regret it later, but this kid was determined.
Kept telling me how smart dolphins are, how the military trains them to attack warships, crazy stuff like that.
What's a tattoo that size go for?
Uh, that one ran a little over a grand.
A thousand bucks for Flipper?
200 bucks an hour.
What could I say?
So you guys spent some time together.
You talk about anything else?
Not really.
The guy wouldn't shut up about dolphins.
Oh, and his friends.
Kept going on and on about how his best buddy got some new girl and how it was screwing up their friendship.
You know, if I had to guess, it was his obsession with dolphins that created that divide.
Not the girl.
Listen, if he happens to come back in for a, uh, starfish tattoo, let's say, do me a favor and give me a buzz.
Yeah.
Okay.
Tyler, before I hear about the new roommate, what happened to the old one?
I had to kill him.
I asked him who his favorite player on the Knicks was, he said Woody Allen.
See, that's funny.
I like him.
Well, then you live with him.
Anyways, just...
irreconcilable differences, you know?
He was different...
and I don't like to reconcile.
So, what's wrong with the new roommate-- Alex?
Nothing.
Then why the meeting before the meeting?
Well, I need you to cosign on the new lease agreement for me.
Oh, I see.
You don't want your overprotective mom to embarrass you in front of your new friend, is that it?
No, Mom, we've been friends for five months.
Thank you.
Okay?
Now, will you please just sign it?
Absolutely not.
Not until I meet him, anyway.
Why?
Because I want to know who my son is moving in with, that's why.
I see.
You don't trust my judgment.
I trust you.
It's just this Alex...
Kirkland person.
What's his major, anyway?
Art.
I know.
Scary, okay?
All right, I guarantee you his mother right now is saying, "Who's this Tyler kid?
I want to meet him."
I highly doubt that.
Look, I'm sure he's great.
I just want to meet him first.
What up?
Adam, how many college roommates did you have?
Uh, whew...
okay.
Let's see, first, there was Todd, but that ended with the whole atomic cat eye incident.
Atomic cat eye incident?
Yeah, you know, whenlike, someone drinks too much, and they pass out, and you, like, sneak up and...
I don't really want to know.
Just ballpark it for me.
Uh...
12, I guess.
12 roommates?!
Any of 'em ever get arrested Todd, and it was for public indecency.
Why?
What's up?
Tyler's moving in with a new roommate.
Oh, man!
You broke the Mom code and looked him up?
Well, I didn't get any specifics.
The juvie record's sealed.
Trespassing and criminal mischief.
Hmm.
Looks like you guys got something in common.
I'm just concerned.
Do you have something for me?
I do.
Comparative microscopic analysis results from EDNA.
Snakeskin?
No indication our vic or his roommate had snakes for pets.
Well, somewhere along the line, our vic had a run-in with a boa constrictor.
Pigmentation is a little...
Off.
Unnatural, even.
Mm-hmm.
I'm all over it.
Oh, and by the way, the whole Tyler roommate thing...
it's gonna be fine.
You know, usually people with priors never commit crimes within a five-mile radius of where they live.
Oh, get out of here.
Mac, what would you say if I told you I could quadruple your money?
You trying to talk me back into retirement?
I'd say, it sounds too good be true, not to mention illegal.
Oh, it's definitely illegal.
You got five bucks on you?
Five bucks?
This better be good.
All right, you've got ink, auto degreaser, mineral oil, and glass cleaner, okay?
All four components were detected in a smudge that Sid collected off Michael's body, right?
Watch this.
A little bit of...
Paper's the real thing.
Giving it the right feel.
Thickness, texture.
Detection pen would work, too.
The watermark and the security strip are wrong, but...
Well, it's for a five, not a 20, but at least it's there.
People don't scrutinize twenties the same way as they do hundreds, so it would be easy to pass off.
This could explain why all the twenties were left behind at the crime scene.
Whoever the killer is must have known the bills were fake.
Now we know the real reason for Michael's murder.
Counterfeit cash.
Yo, just spoke to Flack.
The apartment search turn up anything?
Yep...
auto degreaser, ink jet printer, scanner, glass cleaner, hair dryer...
everything you need for printing counterfeit money.
Well, the problem is, everything you just listed is also a regular household item, easily explained away.
Everything but the scanned image of the $20 bill that was found on the hard drive of Josh's computer.
I want everything brought back to the lab and processed for prints.
Michael's or anyone else's hands were on that equipment, I want to know about it.
At this point, all the evidence suggests the counterfeit money was being printed by the victim's roommate, Josh Herman.
That explains where all of Josh's money came from.
Could also explain why he's still in the wind.
We just don't know if he's the killer, or another victim.
According to Flack, all the witnesses at the club saw Josh throwing a lot of money around.
Money which we now know was counterfeit.
Michael could have found out what Josh was doing and confronted him back at the apartment.
Things went from bad to worse.
According to Miranda, Josh was never at the apartment last night.
What about his roommate Josh?
Where was he?
He said he was gonna crash at a friend's place.
I-I don't have a name.
And since we don't know who that friend is, that story can't be verified until we find Josh.
Jpegs of the counterfeit cash we've recovered have been sent to the Secret Service.
They're combing through data, compiling lists of New York City merchants where Josh may have spent some of the money.
Wherever he passed the bills before, he might go back and try again.
Could Josh and Michael's argument have been over the girl, Miranda?
So who was the first punk band then?
Easy.
The Ramones.
First to incorporate the sound and the image.
She's right.
We're looking into that, as well.
Isn't it possible Josh fled the city?
Possible, but not likely.
Flack reached out to Josh's parents, friends, everyone else we could come up with, but no sign of him yet.
What about the vic's cell phone?
Missing.
No signal.
Killer must have taken it, shut it down.
What about surveillance?
Already in place.
We also have photos and a description of both Josh and his money out to every bus station, train station and airport within a 100-mile radius of this city.
If this kid tries to run to buy as much as a pack of gum, we're gonna hear about it.
Hey.
Hey.
Hmm.
Not bad.
You think?
Yeah.
Thought-provoking, interesting color scheme, detailed shading.
Impressive.
Let you in on a little secret?
Hmm.
I used to do this when I was younger.
Really?
Yeah.
You, Dr.
Sheldon Hawkes?
Oh, it just feels like a lifetime ago, but, oh, yeah.
Who's the artist?
I don't know yet.
Haven't met him.
Whoever he is, he's pretty good.
Yeah.
Right.
All right, well, that sounds like it might be him.
When was this?
Okay.
Thank you.
Doesn't look like the work of a professional.
The media photos are paying off.
Crime Stoppers just got another Josh sighting.
He's still in the city.
Secret Service getting in on this?
Yep.
They gave us 12 locations where Josh's bills have turned up for the past two months.
12...
that's a lot of bad bills.
What's he buying?
You name it...
uh, cigars, booze, jewelry...
clothing...
a lot of Adidas track suits.
Who is he, Run DMC?
Whoa!
All right.
Not what I was expecting.
Look, honey, I can't get out of here.
Can lunch wait, like, an hour?
Scheduled break, babe.
You know that.
It's now or never, sweetheart.
Are you mad?
Yeah...
I am mad, but not at you.
At, uh, Run DMC over here.
Felony lunch-jacking.
I'll make sure they add it to his list of charges.
Mm-hmm.
Crime Lab.
Messer.
Are you sure?
Okay.
Thanks.
Secret Service.
Some of Josh's bills turned up at a First Federation branch in the Village.
They traced the deposit back to Randy's Rock Shop.
It's the same place the vic's girlfriend works.
It's also where Michael bought the guitar.
Careful with it.
And no Skynyrd.
If I hear "Sweet Home Alabama" one more time, I swear, I'm gonna sell this place.
You have a problem with Alabama?
She's from the South.
Maybe we should start over.
I understand some counterfeit bills were traced to a deposit you made the other day?
Yeah.
Bank just called to notify me about it.
Remember selling a '59 Gibson recently?
Yeah.
It was a great stick.
Expensive stick.
Wait...
was that the kid that passed me the fake bills?
Yeah.
That's him.
That's the kid.
21-year-old kid comes in here, dumps two grand cash on a guitar, you don't find that strange?
No.
I mean, he's a nice kid.
He hangs out with one the girls I got working here for me.
Where were you last night at 2:00 a.m.?
Why?
What's this about?
Michael's dead.
Murdered.
Whoa.
And you think this has something to do with me?
We're not saying that.
Just want to know where you were last night.
Well, I was at home...
in bed, asleep.
Anyone who can verify that?
No.
Wait.
Wait-Wait a second.
What are you doing there?
What are you writing down there?
It's a pretty nice shop you got here.
Guessing the rent must be kind of steep.
What's that supposed to mean?
Listen, I feel bad about what happened to that kid, all right?
I mean, nobody's supposed to die over, what, a couple hundred bucks?
But I'm telling you, you're barking up the wrong tree.
I had nothing to do with it.
And to be honest with you, if I was to deposit some money that I had no idea was fake, that doesn't exactly say I'm guilty of anything.
So if you'll excuse me, I got rent to make.
He's right...
we've got motive, means, and opportunity, but we don't have proof.
And even if Randy did kill Michael, why is Josh the one who's still in the wind?
Another question is, why would Michael knowingly spend some of his fake bills on a gift for his girlfriend at the same place where she works?
Well, maybe he didn't realize it was fake in the first place.
I looked over all the Secret Service case reports that Lindsay put together.
The only time counterfeit bills were passed by someone fitting Michael's description was at Randy's Rock Shop.
All the other times the bills turned up, it was Josh, working alone.
And with all the purchases Josh made, there is a very good chance he passed some of the bills at the wrong place, ripping off the wrong guy.
Killer went to the apartment looking for Josh.
Michael was there instead, got in the way.
Collateral damage.
With the killer still out there, this could mean that Josh isn't running from the police.
He's running for his life.
Hey...
ran the snakeskin recovered from Michael's body through every spectroscopic instrument we got.
And you found out what the unnatural pigmentation is from?
Yeah, it's a complicated mixture of methylacylates and phenyl ketones.
Acrylic paint on snakeskin?
Strange thing is, the mixture crystallizes with exposure to UV light.
Acrylic paint, when combined with UV hardening compounds, is sometimes used in gel fingernail polish.
Listen, I feel bad about what happened to that kid, all right?
I mean, nobody's supposed to die over, what, a couple hundred bucks?
Randy Davis, music store guy...
his fingernails were painted black.
Okay, so maybe a piece of his fingernail polish chipped off during a struggle with Michael.
Yeah.
Randy Davis' confidence was just a little too confident.
Okay, so what are you thinking?
Randy lied.
He must have made a drop at the bank, not realizing some of the counterfeit bills were in his deposit.
That was Danny.
One of his patrol officers just collared a dealer who had some of our fake bills on him.
Said he got 'em from a guy matching Josh Herman's description.
Josh's best friend was murdered and he's out buying drugs?
He wasn't buying drugs.
He was buying a gun.
28, there you go, man.
Later, man.
Thank you.
Can never be too sure these days.
What, we got a problem?
Yeah.
We got a problem.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, man.
Put down the gun, man, let's talk about this.
I'm sure we can work something out.
Michael was my best friend.
Look, I didn't mean to hurt Michael.
Stop moving.
Put the gun down and let's talk about it, okay?
I said stop moving.
Michael told me it was you on the phone before you shot him, before you killed him.
Okay, look, man, I'm telling you the truth, man, I didn't know the money was fake.
Someone gave it to me.
Who gave it to you?
Just give me a couple days; I'll get you your money.
I need my money now.
You know what?
Here, call him, call him, right now.
Okay.
Get him down here.
Okay, okay.
Call him.
Okay.
Just get him over here.
Hey, Josh, it's me.
Tell him.
Yeah, tell him to get down here.
Tell him.
Record store guy...
he knows.
Run, Josh, run!
Don't come home, don't come back, don't come home!
Shut up.
Don't, run!
Michael had no idea the money was fake.
He was innocent in all of this, and you killed him.
It was an accident.
The gun just went off, all right?
Do you realize what your money did, man?
Look at this.
You see that?
This is from Jimmy.
Works for the bookie that I owe six grand to.
He came down here and pimp-slapped me with his nine for trying to pass $1,200 in counterfeit...
your counterfeit.
I wasn't trying to kill nobody, man.
I was just trying to get my money back.
NYPD!
Drop it!
I said drop it!
Keep your hands in the air.
What?
Put the gun down, Josh.
I can't let him get away with this.
Killing this man isn't going to change anything.
Put the gun down!
Oh, I didn't...
he pulled the gun on me, man.
Is this the gun you used for the murder?
You know what I'd call this?
Proof.
I didn't pull the trigger.
It was an accident.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know, you may want to invest in some nail polish remover before you get where you're going.
This is going to be interesting.
May I get a whiskey, soda, and water?
Hey.
Mom, hi.
So...
I would like you to meet Alex.
Your new roommate...
nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
You didn't tell me she was a very attractive girl.
He didn't say you were unattractive...
he just didn't say you were a girl.
Woman...
very attractive woman.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm, I'm not buying it.
You found her picture on the Internet, didn't you?
No.
Or one of your police databases.
It's not like I intentionally went and looked her up.
I just happened to stumble across some stuff...
your beautiful artwork, which I'd love to hear more about.
I'm starving-- why don't we get a table?
Yeah.
After you.
Thank you.
Cute.
Mom, she's a roommate...
strictly a roommate.
I knew if I told Michael the money was fake, he wouldn't take it.
He was always the good kid.
Made the right decisions, always on the straight and narrow...
so I made up a lie.
There it is, there it is, there it is.
Touchdown!
Nice catch.
Whoo!
Three in a row.
Want to go again?
Oh, no, I can't.
I am meeting up with Miranda.
What, you think she's into you?
You gonna give her the moves this time?
Maybe.
God, I really like this girl.
I...
you know, I just don't want to rush it and blow it, you know?
Hey, uh, you remember that guitar she said she wanted?
Whoa, where'd you get all that?
Moving mad rock, yo.
Okay, come on, really.
Nah, I've been pulling extra shifts at the deli.
Look, it-it's no big deal, it's just a few hundred bucks.
Consider it a loan.
You pay me back whenever.
Okay, all right.
All right.
Thanks, buddy.
It was stupid.
Don't know what I was thinking.
If I could go back and change it all, I would.
Michael was my best friend.
I just wanted to help him out, get him the girl he wanted, that's all.
I'm trying to sympathize with you here, Josh...
really, I am...
but what I can't get past is that you willingly dragged your best friend into this.
You want to act stupid, break the law?
Fine, go ahead, do it.
Just do us all a favor...
leave the innocent people out of it.
You look like you're falling in love.
Oh, yeah?
With that track suit, you look like frickin' Ali G.
Oh, yeah.
Indahouse.
That's what I'm talking about!
No, seriously.
Look around.
Every guy in here is drooling over her, and she's only got eyes for you.
Thank you.
Excuse me, Officer.
Sergeant.
Sorry, Sergeant.
I'm looking for Danny Messer.
He's my husband.
At least I think he is.
I haven't seen him in days.
You trying to break my heart?
Get an I.D.?
Michael Schaefer, 21-year-old Brooklyn City College student.
What about the girl?
She found the body.
Claims that she and the vic left the club she was playing last night and came back to the apartment.
Probably thought it was the luckiest night of his life.
Unfortunately, it was also his last.
Hey, stranger.
So you're back.
It's official.
I talked to Sinclair yesterday.
Retirement papers have already been pulled.
Great.
That's great news.
Welcome back.
Oh, hey, Mac.
We missed you.
See, I told you he'd be back.
You did?
You didn't say that.
Yeah, I did.
I said he'd be back.
I said that, but whatever.
Yeah, no, I said you'd be back.
All right, all right.
Are you two done?
We have a dead body here that needs to be processed.
Obvious signs of forced entry.
Probably gonna want to pheno these shards of glass.
There's, uh, no usable prints, and, uh...
Uh, are you working the crime scene or me?
Nah, go ahead.
Do your thing.
I'll just go check on the canvass.
He misses all this.
Yeah.
Why don't you take a deep breath?
Relax, all right?
Okay.
Do you remember hearing anything?
Any yelling?
An argument?
Someone trying to break in?
No.
No, just a gunshot.
I came out of Michael's room, and I...
I found him on the f-floor.
I-I tried to...
hold his head up.
I didn't...
I didn't know what to do.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I just...
I can't believe this is happening.
I...
...can't believe he's dead.
She found him; called it in.
The victim live here alone?
Roommate's name is Josh Herman.
Apparently they've been best friends since grade school.
Was he here at the time of the shooting?
Not sure.
We're still trying to track him down.
Defensive bruising on the arms.
Here.
Stellate tearing around the wound.
Victim struggled with his attacker before being shot at close range.
Well, we know robbery wasn't a motive.
So what was?
I was asleep in Michael's room when it happened.
Michael!
Michael!
Michael?
Oh, my God.
Michael.
Michael.
Just take your time.
I know this must be hard for you.
How long did you know Michael?
Only a few weeks.
We met at the...
the music store where I work.
He was with his roommate Josh.
Sure, they formed later, but the Pistols captured the image.
The sex, the drugs, the rock and roll.
Not the rock and roll.
That's where you're wrong.
But sure, they had the music.
No doubt about it, but the punk sound didn't start with them.
Title goes to the Kinks.
1964.
Actually, you're both right.
Image and sound are equally important.
Of course, that also makes you both wrong.
So was the first punk band, then?
Easy.
The Ramones.
First to incorporate the sound and the image.
She's right.
Founded right here in Forest Hills, Queens, 1974.
Before the Sex Pistols.
Are you any good?
Sound a lot better coming off a set of strings like that, but, um...
yeah, I know how to get it on.
Miranda, there's a guy in the back that could use a little help.
Sure.
Sounds like the two of you really hit it off.
Did Michael and Josh have any problems?
No.
You know, they were like brothers, you know.
We found close to $300 in 20s on the floor next to Michael's body.
Did he owe anybody any money that you know of?
No.
I mean, if anything, it was the opposite.
He...
he seemed like he was doing pretty well.
I can't believe you have this song.
Get out.
You bought the Gibson?
I thought you said you didn't play.
Well, it's not for me; it's for you.
What?
Michael, seriously?
Ah, it's...
it's okay.
I wanted to do it.
Hey, look, it doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to.
No.
No, Michael, it...
it does.
It means everything.
That's quite an expensive gift from someone you just met.
He didn't even have to do it.
I was already falling for him.
He was so different from all the guys I'm used to.
He was...
sweet, genuine.
Honest.
I can't imagine how anyone would want to hurt him.
Tyler, I'm your mama.
I meddle.
That's what I do.
So what's up with the new roommate?
What happened to the old one?
20, 40, 60.
Mmm.
Yes.
Whoo-hoo!
Pleasure doing business with you.
Yeah.
Anybody ever tell you that money cannot buy you happiness?
Ah, you want to bet?
Okay, never mind.
I'll talk to you at lunch.
Bye.
Okay, what was that all about?
What?
Sheldon, money.
Oh.
Hawkes had him pegged coming back November 30 or earlier.
Which means you must have had him coming back after November 30.
Uh, kind of, yeah.
What do you mean, kind of?
Uh, kind of, as in...
um, never.
You mean you thought Mac Taylor was never coming back to this crime lab?
How come you didn't let me in on this bet?
I'd have cleaned up on all you fools.
Ah.
Any word from Flack on the whereabouts of the vic's roommate?
Josh Herman?
Still in the wind.
You thinking he had something to do with it?
Well, possible suspect.
Hopefully not another victim.
They were roommates.
If he did have something to do with it, I'm not sure why he'd have to break the window.
Well, we're sending the photos and physical description to the media, so I'll keep you posted.
Hey.
No "Good to see you, Mac?"
Uh, "Welcome back to the lab?"
Nothing?
I never thought you were gone in the first place.
Mac Taylor.
Now, there's a sight for sore eyes.
It's good to be back, Sid.
So, what's it like?
What is what like?
On the outside.
You made it, man...
you were free.
What did that feel like?
It felt good.
I'm very happy with what I accomplished.
But yet, here you are, back inside.
It means you're institutionalized.
You realize that, don't you?
These walls are funny, you know?
First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em, and pretty soon, you start to depend on 'em.
Sid?
Oh.
Yes.
I, uh, confirmed your suspicions regarding the victim's defensive bruising and the close-contact nature of the gunshot wounds.
There was a struggle.
Yes, but on further examination of the body, I found a small entrance wound close to the victim's armpit.
So, what we thought at the scene was a close-contact entrance wound was really an exit wound.
Means there's still a bullet at the crime scene.
I also found a dark smudge on the side of the victim's face.
Took a sample, sent it upstairs.
And what was that you were working on?
A piece of skin.
Found it attached to the victim's clothing.
Is that some kind of reptile or a fish?
Yes, you're correct.
It's from a reptile.
It's good to be back.
Now, this, I missed.
Adam.
Hey, boss.
Welcome back.
You want to tell me what's going on here?
Okay, well...
I was processing Miranda's shirt for blood.
I found microscopic tears in the fabric.
Could've caught her clothing on something.
The fray pattern should suggest whether or not it was snagged.
In addition to it being snagged, I also found evidence that suggests that it was cut.
Now, all the tests that I've run...
with the wire brush, sandpaper, knife, scissors...
have all resulted in either fraying or cutting...
but not both.
Till now.
T-shirt was cut by broken window glass...
looks like Miranda was lying about how she got into Michael's apartment last night.
I wasn't lying.
I was...
I was covered in Michael's blood.
He was still lying there dead.
I guess I...
I don't...
I don't know, I guess I just forgot.
You forgot you broke in to your boyfriend's apartment, where he was later murdered while you were conveniently asleep in his back bedroom, is that right?
I was in shock.
I-I wasn't thinking straight.
About the break-in or about the murder?
You think I broke in to Michael's apartment, shot him, ran off to hide the gun somewhere, then came back into his apartment and smeared blood all over myself and called 911?
Is that it?
I don't know, is that it?
Oh, you're twisted.
Sit down.
I said, sit down.
You know, I listened to a couple of your songs, saw a couple performances online, and you have a theme going of anger, frustration...
emptiness.
Did something happen to you when you were younger?
Did you happen to lose someone?
Someone close?
I'd like to leave.
Mother?
Father?
Sibling, maybe?
Are we done?
No, we're not done.
Tell me what happened last night, Miranda.
I didn't kill him!
We both know you broke into his apartment; I have evidence to prove it.
So tell me what happened.
Michael lost his keys at the club.
I can't believe this...
I think I lost my keys.
Sorry.
Hold on.
Uh, okay, uh, where are you going?
Fire escape.
Wait-- what are you doing?
This is dangerous.
What are you doing?
Okay, yeah...
I didn't think of that one.
What about his roommate Josh?
Where was he?
He said he was gonna crash at a friend's place...
I don't have a name.
You could've told me all this before, you know.
Yeah, yeah, well, I didn't, okay?
Look...
I'm sorry, I just...
I didn't think you'd believe me.
I've gotten in trouble before.
Shoplifting...
fake I.D.-- nothing that forecasts murr.
But I could be wrong.
It was my dad who died.
Car accident.
I was, um...
I was 16.
He, uh...
he would've liked Michael.
My father.
He would've approved.
We like her for it?
Not sure.
Everything she's saying is supported by the evidence.
Where are we on the roommate?
I checked with Brooklyn City College, where Josh is a student.
He was a no-show at all his classes today.
I tried tracking him through his financials...
there was no recent ATM or credit card activity.
But he does have just over 12 grand in a savings account.
Where does a college kid like him get money like that?
I could think of a few ways, none of which are legal.
Also, I spoke to a number of witnesses at the nightclub who saw Michael and Josh together.
Apparently, they were having quite a time...
especially Josh.
He was throwing around all kinds of money, buying everybody at the bar drinks.
Clearly, things took a turn for the worse.
We got alarms out on him?
All five boroughs.
Expand it to the Tri-state area.
Let's find him.
You got it.
Hey, Mac...
results on the smudge Sid collected from the victim's face.
Ink, glass cleaner, mineral oil...
auto degreaser.
Yeah.
I'm not sure what it means, either.
This, however, might be helpful.
Its primary use is as a tattoo aftercare lotion.
I don't recall Sid saying our victim had a tattoo.
Could mean our victim's roommate Josh Herman recently got one, though.
You get the name of the tattoo parlor this lotion came from?
Mac...
you haven't been gone so long that we've forgotten how to do this.
Flack's on his way there now.
That's a good choice: yin and yang.
Thing is, right now you're thinking yin; when you're 50 years old, you'll probably be thinking yang.
Yeah, I remember him.
He was in here a couple of days ago.
Yeah, kind of hard to forget that guy, actually.
I haven't done one of these in a while.
You ever look inside the mouth of one?
Insane teeth.
Rows of them, razor-sharp.
They could rip a person to shreds if they wanted to.
Oh, and get this.
They're the only animal other than humans to have sex for pleasure.
A dolphin?
That's what he wanted on his back permanently?
I hear you, man.
I do my best to steer people's decisions so they won't regret it later, but this kid was determined.
Kept telling me how smart dolphins are, how the military trains them to attack warships, crazy stuff like that.
What's a tattoo that size go for?
Uh, that one ran a little over a grand.
A thousand bucks for Flipper?
200 bucks an hour.
What could I say?
So you guys spent some time together.
You talk about anything else?
Not really.
The guy wouldn't shut up about dolphins.
Oh, and his friends.
Kept going on and on about how his best buddy got some new girl and how it was screwing up their friendship.
You know, if I had to guess, it was his obsession with dolphins that created that divide.
Not the girl.
Listen, if he happens to come back in for a, uh, starfish tattoo, let's say, do me a favor and give me a buzz.
Yeah.
Okay.
Tyler, before I hear about the new roommate, what happened to the old one?
I had to kill him.
I asked him who his favorite player on the Knicks was, he said Woody Allen.
See, that's funny.
I like him.
Well, then you live with him.
Anyways, just...
irreconcilable differences, you know?
He was different...
and I don't like to reconcile.
So, what's wrong with the new roommate-- Alex?
Nothing.
Then why the meeting before the meeting?
Well, I need you to cosign on the new lease agreement for me.
Oh, I see.
You don't want your overprotective mom to embarrass you in front of your new friend, is that it?
No, Mom, we've been friends for five months.
Thank you.
Okay?
Now, will you please just sign it?
Absolutely not.
Not until I meet him, anyway.
Why?
Because I want to know who my son is moving in with, that's why.
I see.
You don't trust my judgment.
I trust you.
It's just this Alex...
Kirkland person.
What's his major, anyway?
Art.
I know.
Scary, okay?
All right, I guarantee you his mother right now is saying, "Who's this Tyler kid?
I want to meet him."
I highly doubt that.
Look, I'm sure he's great.
I just want to meet him first.
What up?
Adam, how many college roommates did you have?
Uh, whew...
okay.
Let's see, first, there was Todd, but that ended with the whole atomic cat eye incident.
Atomic cat eye incident?
Yeah, you know, whenlike, someone drinks too much, and they pass out, and you, like, sneak up and...
I don't really want to know.
Just ballpark it for me.
Uh...
12, I guess.
12 roommates?!
Any of 'em ever get arrested Todd, and it was for public indecency.
Why?
What's up?
Tyler's moving in with a new roommate.
Oh, man!
You broke the Mom code and looked him up?
Well, I didn't get any specifics.
The juvie record's sealed.
Trespassing and criminal mischief.
Hmm.
Looks like you guys got something in common.
I'm just concerned.
Do you have something for me?
I do.
Comparative microscopic analysis results from EDNA.
Snakeskin?
No indication our vic or his roommate had snakes for pets.
Well, somewhere along the line, our vic had a run-in with a boa constrictor.
Pigmentation is a little...
Off.
Unnatural, even.
Mm-hmm.
I'm all over it.
Oh, and by the way, the whole Tyler roommate thing...
it's gonna be fine.
You know, usually people with priors never commit crimes within a five-mile radius of where they live.
Oh, get out of here.
Mac, what would you say if I told you I could quadruple your money?
You trying to talk me back into retirement?
I'd say, it sounds too good be true, not to mention illegal.
Oh, it's definitely illegal.
You got five bucks on you?
Five bucks?
This better be good.
All right, you've got ink, auto degreaser, mineral oil, and glass cleaner, okay?
All four components were detected in a smudge that Sid collected off Michael's body, right?
Watch this.
A little bit of...
Paper's the real thing.
Giving it the right feel.
Thickness, texture.
Detection pen would work, too.
The watermark and the security strip are wrong, but...
Well, it's for a five, not a 20, but at least it's there.
People don't scrutinize twenties the same way as they do hundreds, so it would be easy to pass off.
This could explain why all the twenties were left behind at the crime scene.
Whoever the killer is must have known the bills were fake.
Now we know the real reason for Michael's murder.
Counterfeit cash.
Yo, just spoke to Flack.
The apartment search turn up anything?
Yep...
auto degreaser, ink jet printer, scanner, glass cleaner, hair dryer...
everything you need for printing counterfeit money.
Well, the problem is, everything you just listed is also a regular household item, easily explained away.
Everything but the scanned image of the $20 bill that was found on the hard drive of Josh's computer.
I want everything brought back to the lab and processed for prints.
Michael's or anyone else's hands were on that equipment, I want to know about it.
At this point, all the evidence suggests the counterfeit money was being printed by the victim's roommate, Josh Herman.
That explains where all of Josh's money came from.
Could also explain why he's still in the wind.
We just don't know if he's the killer, or another victim.
According to Flack, all the witnesses at the club saw Josh throwing a lot of money around.
Money which we now know was counterfeit.
Michael could have found out what Josh was doing and confronted him back at the apartment.
Things went from bad to worse.
According to Miranda, Josh was never at the apartment last night.
What about his roommate Josh?
Where was he?
He said he was gonna crash at a friend's place.
I-I don't have a name.
And since we don't know who that friend is, that story can't be verified until we find Josh.
Jpegs of the counterfeit cash we've recovered have been sent to the Secret Service.
They're combing through data, compiling lists of New York City merchants where Josh may have spent some of the money.
Wherever he passed the bills before, he might go back and try again.
Could Josh and Michael's argument have been over the girl, Miranda?
So who was the first punk band then?
Easy.
The Ramones.
First to incorporate the sound and the image.
She's right.
We're looking into that, as well.
Isn't it possible Josh fled the city?
Possible, but not likely.
Flack reached out to Josh's parents, friends, everyone else we could come up with, but no sign of him yet.
What about the vic's cell phone?
Missing.
No signal.
Killer must have taken it, shut it down.
What about surveillance?
Already in place.
We also have photos and a description of both Josh and his money out to every bus station, train station and airport within a 100-mile radius of this city.
If this kid tries to run to buy as much as a pack of gum, we're gonna hear about it.
Hey.
Hey.
Hmm.
Not bad.
You think?
Yeah.
Thought-provoking, interesting color scheme, detailed shading.
Impressive.
Let you in on a little secret?
Hmm.
I used to do this when I was younger.
Really?
Yeah.
You, Dr.
Sheldon Hawkes?
Oh, it just feels like a lifetime ago, but, oh, yeah.
Who's the artist?
I don't know yet.
Haven't met him.
Whoever he is, he's pretty good.
Yeah.
Right.
All right, well, that sounds like it might be him.
When was this?
Okay.
Thank you.
Doesn't look like the work of a professional.
The media photos are paying off.
Crime Stoppers just got another Josh sighting.
He's still in the city.
Secret Service getting in on this?
Yep.
They gave us 12 locations where Josh's bills have turned up for the past two months.
12...
that's a lot of bad bills.
What's he buying?
You name it...
uh, cigars, booze, jewelry...
clothing...
a lot of Adidas track suits.
Who is he, Run DMC?
Whoa!
All right.
Not what I was expecting.
Look, honey, I can't get out of here.
Can lunch wait, like, an hour?
Scheduled break, babe.
You know that.
It's now or never, sweetheart.
Are you mad?
Yeah...
I am mad, but not at you.
At, uh, Run DMC over here.
Felony lunch-jacking.
I'll make sure they add it to his list of charges.
Mm-hmm.
Crime Lab.
Messer.
Are you sure?
Okay.
Thanks.
Secret Service.
Some of Josh's bills turned up at a First Federation branch in the Village.
They traced the deposit back to Randy's Rock Shop.
It's the same place the vic's girlfriend works.
It's also where Michael bought the guitar.
Careful with it.
And no Skynyrd.
If I hear "Sweet Home Alabama" one more time, I swear, I'm gonna sell this place.
You have a problem with Alabama?
She's from the South.
Maybe we should start over.
I understand some counterfeit bills were traced to a deposit you made the other day?
Yeah.
Bank just called to notify me about it.
Remember selling a '59 Gibson recently?
Yeah.
It was a great stick.
Expensive stick.
Wait...
was that the kid that passed me the fake bills?
Yeah.
That's him.
That's the kid.
21-year-old kid comes in here, dumps two grand cash on a guitar, you don't find that strange?
No.
I mean, he's a nice kid.
He hangs out with one the girls I got working here for me.
Where were you last night at 2:00 a.m.?
Why?
What's this about?
Michael's dead.
Murdered.
Whoa.
And you think this has something to do with me?
We're not saying that.
Just want to know where you were last night.
Well, I was at home...
in bed, asleep.
Anyone who can verify that?
No.
Wait.
Wait-Wait a second.
What are you doing there?
What are you writing down there?
It's a pretty nice shop you got here.
Guessing the rent must be kind of steep.
What's that supposed to mean?
Listen, I feel bad about what happened to that kid, all right?
I mean, nobody's supposed to die over, what, a couple hundred bucks?
But I'm telling you, you're barking up the wrong tree.
I had nothing to do with it.
And to be honest with you, if I was to deposit some money that I had no idea was fake, that doesn't exactly say I'm guilty of anything.
So if you'll excuse me, I got rent to make.
He's right...
we've got motive, means, and opportunity, but we don't have proof.
And even if Randy did kill Michael, why is Josh the one who's still in the wind?
Another question is, why would Michael knowingly spend some of his fake bills on a gift for his girlfriend at the same place where she works?
Well, maybe he didn't realize it was fake in the first place.
I looked over all the Secret Service case reports that Lindsay put together.
The only time counterfeit bills were passed by someone fitting Michael's description was at Randy's Rock Shop.
All the other times the bills turned up, it was Josh, working alone.
And with all the purchases Josh made, there is a very good chance he passed some of the bills at the wrong place, ripping off the wrong guy.
Killer went to the apartment looking for Josh.
Michael was there instead, got in the way.
Collateral damage.
With the killer still out there, this could mean that Josh isn't running from the police.
He's running for his life.
Hey...
ran the snakeskin recovered from Michael's body through every spectroscopic instrument we got.
And you found out what the unnatural pigmentation is from?
Yeah, it's a complicated mixture of methylacylates and phenyl ketones.
Acrylic paint on snakeskin?
Strange thing is, the mixture crystallizes with exposure to UV light.
Acrylic paint, when combined with UV hardening compounds, is sometimes used in gel fingernail polish.
Listen, I feel bad about what happened to that kid, all right?
I mean, nobody's supposed to die over, what, a couple hundred bucks?
Randy Davis, music store guy...
his fingernails were painted black.
Okay, so maybe a piece of his fingernail polish chipped off during a struggle with Michael.
Yeah.
Randy Davis' confidence was just a little too confident.
Okay, so what are you thinking?
Randy lied.
He must have made a drop at the bank, not realizing some of the counterfeit bills were in his deposit.
That was Danny.
One of his patrol officers just collared a dealer who had some of our fake bills on him.
Said he got 'em from a guy matching Josh Herman's description.
Josh's best friend was murdered and he's out buying drugs?
He wasn't buying drugs.
He was buying a gun.
28, there you go, man.
Later, man.
Thank you.
Can never be too sure these days.
What, we got a problem?
Yeah.
We got a problem.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, man.
Put down the gun, man, let's talk about this.
I'm sure we can work something out.
Michael was my best friend.
Look, I didn't mean to hurt Michael.
Stop moving.
Put the gun down and let's talk about it, okay?
I said stop moving.
Michael told me it was you on the phone before you shot him, before you killed him.
Okay, look, man, I'm telling you the truth, man, I didn't know the money was fake.
Someone gave it to me.
Who gave it to you?
Just give me a couple days; I'll get you your money.
I need my money now.
You know what?
Here, call him, call him, right now.
Okay.
Get him down here.
Okay, okay.
Call him.
Okay.
Just get him over here.
Hey, Josh, it's me.
Tell him.
Yeah, tell him to get down here.
Tell him.
Record store guy...
he knows.
Run, Josh, run!
Don't come home, don't come back, don't come home!
Shut up.
Don't, run!
Michael had no idea the money was fake.
He was innocent in all of this, and you killed him.
It was an accident.
The gun just went off, all right?
Do you realize what your money did, man?
Look at this.
You see that?
This is from Jimmy.
Works for the bookie that I owe six grand to.
He came down here and pimp-slapped me with his nine for trying to pass $1,200 in counterfeit...
your counterfeit.
I wasn't trying to kill nobody, man.
I was just trying to get my money back.
NYPD!
Drop it!
I said drop it!
Keep your hands in the air.
What?
Put the gun down, Josh.
I can't let him get away with this.
Killing this man isn't going to change anything.
Put the gun down!
Oh, I didn't...
he pulled the gun on me, man.
Is this the gun you used for the murder?
You know what I'd call this?
Proof.
I didn't pull the trigger.
It was an accident.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know, you may want to invest in some nail polish remover before you get where you're going.
This is going to be interesting.
May I get a whiskey, soda, and water?
Hey.
Mom, hi.
So...
I would like you to meet Alex.
Your new roommate...
nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
You didn't tell me she was a very attractive girl.
He didn't say you were unattractive...
he just didn't say you were a girl.
Woman...
very attractive woman.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm, I'm not buying it.
You found her picture on the Internet, didn't you?
No.
Or one of your police databases.
It's not like I intentionally went and looked her up.
I just happened to stumble across some stuff...
your beautiful artwork, which I'd love to hear more about.
I'm starving-- why don't we get a table?
Yeah.
After you.
Thank you.
Cute.
Mom, she's a roommate...
strictly a roommate.
I knew if I told Michael the money was fake, he wouldn't take it.
He was always the good kid.
Made the right decisions, always on the straight and narrow...
so I made up a lie.
There it is, there it is, there it is.
Touchdown!
Nice catch.
Whoo!
Three in a row.
Want to go again?
Oh, no, I can't.
I am meeting up with Miranda.
What, you think she's into you?
You gonna give her the moves this time?
Maybe.
God, I really like this girl.
I...
you know, I just don't want to rush it and blow it, you know?
Hey, uh, you remember that guitar she said she wanted?
Whoa, where'd you get all that?
Moving mad rock, yo.
Okay, come on, really.
Nah, I've been pulling extra shifts at the deli.
Look, it-it's no big deal, it's just a few hundred bucks.
Consider it a loan.
You pay me back whenever.
Okay, all right.
All right.
Thanks, buddy.
It was stupid.
Don't know what I was thinking.
If I could go back and change it all, I would.
Michael was my best friend.
I just wanted to help him out, get him the girl he wanted, that's all.
I'm trying to sympathize with you here, Josh...
really, I am...
but what I can't get past is that you willingly dragged your best friend into this.
You want to act stupid, break the law?
Fine, go ahead, do it.
Just do us all a favor...
leave the innocent people out of it.