CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 8, Episode 18 - Near Death - full transcript

# Out here in the fields #

# I fight for my meals #

# I get my back into my living #

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. #

Palp, heart rate 120,
sinus tach.

16 gauge in the left antecub,

thready pulse,
fluids are wide open.

Get another line
and hang a unit of 0 neg.

What do you think?

I think we need
to get in there now.

Claire?



Where am I?
What's happening?

You're dying.

I don't understand.

It's okay.

I'm here.

It's going to be okay.

How'd this happen?

You were shot.

You got shot, baby.

Why are you so far away?

There's so much to say.

There's so many things
I wish I'd said.

No, no, you don't need
to say anything.

You are the love
of my life. You know that?



I don't want to die. I...

I know.

I know you're scared.

It's okay to be scared.

I'm glad you're here with me.

God, I love you.

- What do you think?
- I think we need to get in there now.

Is that Detective Mac Taylor?

- I can't let you back there, miss
- No, please. Look,

I am a detective. I have to get back
there; that's my boss. I understand.

I need to talk to someone who
can tell me what's going on.

Jo, Jo, Jo, Jo, he's fine.

- He's fine
- Can you tell me what's going on?!

Find someone, please!

Oh, my God.

- He's going to be fine.
- Oh, God.

On three. One, two, three.

Police! Hey, stop!

Come on, spread 'em!

Do you have any weapons?

Oh, son of a bitch.

You run track or something?

You on the Olympic team?

This is fun...
this is funny to you?

You realize you were in
an automobile, right?

You were not running
60 miles an hour.

Yeah, you want to ride back to
the precinct or you walkin'?

Ride, please.

Get in. Come on.

They're so fast.
Come on, old man.

Six banks in three weeks.

- That's not me.
- Smart.

In. Out. One bank you took
for just 1,800 dollars.

No notes, no shots. No injuries.

Until yesterday.

Everybody down!

On the ground, on the ground!

- Get down! Get down!
- Okay, okay, okay!

You, whatever's in the drawer.
Do it!

Let's go, I'm not
playing around!

30 seconds.

You, the draw.

- Do it!
- Okay, okay.

Let's go! Let's go!

15 seconds.

- Ah!
- Con, move it!

We got to get out of here.
Come on!

That's not me.

Why the hell do you guys
think it's me anyways?

Because you left these behind.

Sweet shades...

Build in mp3 player.

Holding an iPod is so
burdensome, I know.

How do you know
those are even mine?

We matched the songs on
the various playlists

- to your account.
- Radiohead, I get.

Following it up with
Taylor Swift, come on.

Look, I lost those things
a month ago. All right.

Really, you're going with
"I lost them."?

- Why'd you run, Luke?
- I had a bag of weed in my pocket.

I saw you coming towards
me so I took off.

You would have seen me ditch too
if you were able to keep up.

Who are the other two guys?
Who are you working with?

You give us the names,
we bring them in unharmed,

no one else gets hurt.

I don't know who they are
because I didn't do this!

All right?! That's not me!

So, uh, the kid's
grandfather is here.

And he lawyered him up.
He wants to know

if we're going to keep him.
Are we?

Not if we can't
talk to him more.

Mr. Shelton,
I'm Detective Mac Taylor.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

Did my grandson do this?

It certainly looks that way.

Bank robbery?

He's a good boy.

And he works hard.

I understand your family's
hired a lawyer?

Yes sir, that's right.

He's on his way down now.

Can I see Luke?

Mr. Shelton we don't
have enough

to continue to
hold your grandson.

So if you hang tight,
we'll release him

to you in a few minutes.

Thank you, sir.

I'll keep an eye on him.

What are you going
to miss the most, Mac?

The people.

The team.

Danny's stubbornness.

Lindsey's conviction.
Hawk's brain.

Flack's sarcasm.
Sid's quirkiness.

Adam's...

Adam.

Your friendship.

Ah.

And your Post-it notes.

They say we do God's work.
What God would be cruel enough

to take you away like this?

It's just my time, I guess.

I didn't see it coming.

I definitely thought
there would be a tomorrow.

You can't leave, you know.

I can't do this without you.

You know that's not true.

Yeah, you're right. I totally
could but I don't want to.

I need you to hold on, Mac.

I need you to hold on.

Jo.

- Where is he, is he okay?
- Christine.

- He's not?
- No, no. They're working on him.

- He's in the O.R.
- What are they saying?

Well, sit down with me.

Um, it means that,

um, he'd lost a significant
amount of blood,

and he was going
in and out of consciousness,

so they took him
straight into the O.R.

Whew.

Is that the surgeon
that you were talking to?

What does she say?
Is it bad?

Oh, Christy.

Please, just tell me.

The bullet caused
significant damage.

Yeah, it's bad.

It's, um... it's really bad.

How did it happen?
What happened?

I don't know yet.

Hey.
I think I figured out a way

to prove that Luke Shelton is the kid

- behind those sunglasses.
- Good.

The height and the approximate
weight are consistent with Luke,

but I think I can find more
definitive evidence.

Check this out.

We have Luke Shelton's arrest photo
and the surveillance footage.

Distinct tattoo on
his right forearm.

The shooter in the surveillance
video's wearing sleeves,

completely covering his
arms and any tattoos.

But not the veins in his hands.

Mm-hmm...

Vascular mapping.

Compares blood vessel
distribution patterns.

Let's see if Luke has
the same pattern.

"No match."

Huh. So that means Luke
was telling the truth

about losing those sunglasses.

What about the other two in
the surveillance footage?

Okay.

Sorry, Mac,

not exactly the results
I was hoping for.

The answer's gotta be in that
footage somewhere, Lindsay.

See if you can find it.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

Three, four, cha-cha-cha.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

Three, four, cha-cha-cha.

Let me lead, cha-cha-cha.

I'm the guy, cha-cha-cha.

Mind if I cut in?

I was talking to the dummy.

It's weird, right?

This whole dying thing?

It's not so bad, I guess.

Really?

I was scared at first.

But then once the
initial shock goes away

and you come to terms with it...

it's kind of peaceful.

Any regrets?

I'm kind of regretting
getting shot.

I wish I'd had more fun.

Like you do.

You live your life like
one else is watching.

I wish I could do that.

Can I ask you to do something?

Sure.

Really?

Ah, that'd be so great 'cause

I've actually always wanted
to do this, but...

It's not like I have
a lot of time here, Adam.

Just indulge me, please?

You're gonna be
a hard ass even now?

Here.

You're gonna be
a great CSI one day.

Thanks, boss.

Hey, Mac.

What's up?
Lindsay and I decided

to take a closer look at the
bank's video surveillance footage.

Anything traceable?

Take a look.

The flannel shirt?

We ran an image search
on the textile pattern,

and got a hit to a shirt
manufacturer in Jersey.

This particular design is sold

in several major retail
outlets throughout the city.

Sounds like a lot of shirts.

Not sure how that helps us, though.

We ran a credit card search
against all the retailers

that sell this shirt.
Got a hit.

Luke Shelton bought this
shirt three months ago.

Problem is, we know he
wasn't the one wearing it

in the surveillance footage.

That's you, Hank.

And your buddy Ned
and your buddy Felix.

You don't know that's me.

We do. We absolutely do
know that's you because...

that shirt right there...

is this shirt.

Which we found in
your apartment

that you share with
your grandson Luke.

Now take a look
at that pocket, Hank.

How the diagonal lines cross
against the horizontal ones?

There are no two shirts that
have the same exact pattern.

And this shirt,

is the exact same one you were
wearing during the robbery.

So this,

to us, is as good
as a fingerprint.

I just wanted to die at home.

What?

No one was supposed to get hurt.

Quick and easy.

Just get in, get the money.

The guns didn't even work;
we removed the firing pins.

We didn't want to hurt anyone

I could never shoot
another person.

I keep seeing that woman on
the ground, bleeding.

Okay, so what'd you mean,
you want to die at home?

I'm 70 years old, Detective.

I'm sick more weeks out of
the year than I'm healthy.

I got, what?

Maybe ten years left if I'm lucky?

Felix and Ned,
they're worse than I am.

They said, "Screw it.
Let's rob a bank."

I don't get it, Hank.

So, what, you see the
end, and you think,

"Why not have one last
exciting adventure?"

No. I just didn't want
to go to a nursing home.

I can't afford home care.

What am I, gonna get a job?

Make a few bucks here or
there changing a light bulb?

I didn't see another way.

I'm a burden to my son, you know?

He would have put me in a home.

Dying next to people I don't know,

a few marbles left rolling
around in my head,

drooling, drooling on
my bingo card.

I just wanted to die at, at home!

Hey.

Hey.

Here, drink that.

You okay?

Take a drink.

You take something for that?

Prescription's in my wallet.

I'll go get it.

No, no, no, I got it.

I tell you what.
You take him down

and book him. I'll pick that
up and I'll meet you there.

Don't do anything stupid, man!

Oxy! I want the Oxy now!

Do it! Hurry up man!

Do it, man!
Come on!

I'm not playing with you!

I don't have all day, man!

That's it?

All of it!

I will come back there
and I will shoot you

and I will get it myself!

Please. I have a family.
Don't do this.

Have it your way, man.

NYPD! Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

Yeah, right. You crazy?!

Drop your weapon, man!

You have a phone?

Yeah.

Call 911. Tell 'em
a man's been shot.

Wait.

Is that me?

Only if you've given up.

I'm fighting,
but it's, it's hard.

I'm tired, Sid.

I'm not as strong
as I used to be.

That's a load of crap
and you know it.

You're not as young
as you used to be,

but you're certainly as strong.

What's that phrase
the kids use?

Man up, Mac.

Ow!

Don't make me laugh, Sid.
It hurts.

It means you're very much alive.

I hope you don't mind,

but I want to ask you something.

Sure.

You invented that pillow
and became a millionaire.

What's that like?

It's great! It's better
than you can imagine.

It's so perfect that this wealth
came to me later in life.

If it had happened sooner,

I probably would have been
exceptionally frivolous.

So, what are you
gonna spend your money on?

I've made a donation.

The Hammerback Research and
Forensic Development Center

at Chelsea University.

That's terrific.

Yeah, we're breaking
ground a year from now.

It's all happening so fast.

Pay it forward, right?

You've gotta be there, Mac.

None of this would have
happened if not for you.

Promise me you'll be there.

Belly's filling with blood.
Clamp.

Pressure's dropping!

Find the source of the bleeding.

He's flatlining!

Charge defibrillator.

Push an amp of epi.
Give me the paddles.

Clear!

He's not responding!
Again!

# #

We're gonna get this person.

We say that all the time.

Trying to reassure family

and friends, make them feel better.

Now I hear it...

and it doesn't do anything
to ease the pain.

Not one bit.

And I will never say that
to another survivor again.

Yeah, right!

You crazy?!
Drop your weapon, man!

You have a phone?

Yeah.

Call 911, tell them
a man's been shot.

Please don't, don't kill me.

I-I have a family.

Whatever you want,
just take it.

There's cash in the register.
Don't shoot.

Cold-blooded bitch.

We're looking for a young woman,

approximately five feet
six inches, 125 pounds,

looks like she has dark hair.

I can't see her face!

Hey.

Look, I'll take this
back to the lab,

I'll digitally enhance
the features,

and see if I can
identify the shooter.

It's a partial, but...

I'm sure I can get something.

You're upset.

I keep thinking about
all the things

I didn't get to say to you.

You know?

If you don't make it through.

We're good, Don.

No, we're not.

I should've told you...

so many things.

How I valued our friendship.

Thanked you for saving my life.

For always having my back.

You know, I didn't even
tell Jess that I loved her

before she died.

I'm zero for two on
this whole concept of

stepping up before
it's too late.

You loved Jess.

And it still hurts
that she's gone.

It's been three years,

and...

the pain is as real as if
it's only been three months.

So taking that man's life

didn't make it any easier.

I know, Don.

I know that Simon Cade was down,

and you stood over him,

and you pulled the trigger.

Why are we talking
about this now?

Because I don't want you to seek
revenge for what happened to me.

No payback.

Just do your job.

I know you've been trying

to tell me about what happened
that night for a long time.

One of the many things

you didn't get a chance to say to me.

If you knew, how come
you didn't arrest me?

I thought about it.

But I couldn't figure out
what the upside was.

You're a good cop, Don.

A good man.

And a good friend.

The loss didn't equal the gain.

And, uh, besides...

the Giants won the Super Bowl.

What?

Every year I pick an
improbable impossible,

and if it happens,

I let everything go.

Things that bother me,

conversations I've put off,

words too hard to say,

I just let 'em all go.

And that year...

the Giants won the Super Bowl.

And to think that all this time

I've been a Jets fan.

Hey, could you find out for me

if Mac Taylor's....

Did he just...

hold his finger up at me?

I believe he did.

Emergency contact...

Middle name...

Allergic to any medication...

I've known Mac Taylor
for two years,

and I don't know
a thing about him.

- Llewellyn.
- Hmm?

- That's his middle name.
- Right.

You're not kidding.

No.

I only know 'cause
my brother teased him

unmercifully about it.

Stan was his partner.

When he found out,
he just couldn't let it go.

I think he said it was on
Mac's mother's family's side?

Welsh, her father's
father's father,

something like that.

Mac Llewellyn Taylor?

Oh, good Lord.

I'd have never guessed that one.

Have you known Mac
for a long time?

Not really.

He meant a lot to my family.

my brother.

I'm just getting to know him.

Well, it takes
a little patience...

to crack that
tough-guy exterior.

He can be so damn
stubborn one minute,

the next, just...
a huge comfort.

And don't let him fool you,

'cause he does have
a sense of humor.

I just...

love him.

Can't help it.

Sounds to me like you're
his emergency contact.

Jo! We have a lead.

The palm print was
a dead end in AFIS.

So I swabbed it for DNA,

and I got a hit in CODIS,

to a Teena Milford.

She's got priors
for drug possession,

and apparently she's
Darius Cole's girlfriend.

So she must have been
waiting outside.

Mac went in, and she had
no idea he was a cop.

What'd you find out, Sheldon?

Mac's still in surgery.

The surgeon's attempts
to remove bullet fragments

caused internal bleeding,

- but they got it under control.
- And...?

And he's in good hands, okay?
Mac's strong.

Why doesn't that
make me feel any better?

I'll see what else
I can find out.

Meanwhile, we're tracking
every phone that is connected

to Teena Milford, canvassing
her neighborhood,

questioning all
her family members.

Yeah, Flack's got her pictures
up at the train station,

the bus station, car rental
agencies, the airport.

Okay, I want to know

every confidant, every
apartment address

she ever visited or stayed,
where she shops,

what toothpaste she uses,

and I want her found today.

How am I doing?

You're struggling.

What's the problem, Sheldon?

I mean, besides having
a bullet in my back?

Your body's reacting to the
trauma of the surgery itself.

What's taking so long?

These guys are good, Mac.

At the top of their field.
They know what they're doing.

You miss it?

Being a surgeon?

No.

I love what I do.

You should get married, Sheldon.

Start a family.

Is Camille the one?

Ah, you sound like Jo.

Well, Jo's not wrong, you know.

Going home to someone
you love is... nice.

Something I miss.

I never became a father

because I never felt
it was the right time.

Kept putting it off
until next year.

It was always going
to be next year.

And that's something I regret.

You can still be a father.

Now you sound like Jo.

Cover me!

Perimeter secure.
Okay? Let's move.

Teena Milford, NYPD.

Team in!

Clear back here!
Clear! Clear!

Almost neutered you, kitty.

Hey.

Milford's not here,

looks like we just
missed her, Flack.

Yeah, I know that already!

Still in pursuit!

Headed westbound on 24th,
approaching Ninth Avenue.

Still in pursuit, headed east!

Aviation, give me a 10-7!

That's a negative.
No clear view on the suspect.

But looks like there's
no other exit.

Bring something
to cut the chain!

Bring your cutters!

Teena's in there
with no way out.

Yeah, she's got two ways
to get out of there.

Either dead or in handcuffs.

She's on the move!

Don't move, Teena!

Lindsay, you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

She's on top!

On top of the bus!

Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

Aviation, talk to me.
What do you see?

Suspect heading towards
the entrance gate.

Do it!

Shut up! That's short for

"you have the right
to remain silent."

Put your head down!

Keep your mouth shut!

Give me your hands.
Don't move!

Stay right there.

Hey!

What are you up to, Lucy, huh?

Lucy, wait for Mommy.

Lucy?

She'll be fine.

There's nothing in there
she can break.

She's exhausting.

Yeah, wonder where
she gets that from.

You never stop.

You okay, buddy?

See that conference room over there?

Second building,
fourth floor from the top.

The one with the guy cleaning
up all the notepads?

He's new.

For the past four years,
that's been a woman.

I'd watch her discard
empty water bottles,

gather up notepads and pens.

Same thing at e end
of every workday.

Mac, I think you got
too much time on your hands.

It looks like she finally quit.

I don't even know her,
somehow I'm proud of her.

Sometimes you have to do
what's best for you

and make a change.

Why do I get the feeling
this conversation

isn't just chit chat?

I know the two of you have been
talking about your future.

Don't be disappointed, Mac.

We just have to figure out

if the city is really the
best place to raise Lucy.

I'm not disappointed.

I know there are other
opportunities out there

and moving might mean
you're leaving here.

I just want you to know

that I support whatever
decision you two make.

Well,

wouldn't be for a while...
another year or two.

Don't put a timetable on it, Lindsay.

You go when it's right.

I miss you already.

I love you, Mac.

I love you, too, Danny.

Hey, Mac.

It's Christine.

I'm just gonna be
over here, okay?

When I think of the day
my brother died,

I always think of you.

That didn't sound right.

Um, what I meant to say was

that night that-that
we were all in the hospital,

the last thing he did was smile.

Because you told
that silly joke.

Mac, I don't know
if you can hear me.

I hope so.

Um, please don't go.

I need you to stay.

Where are you going?

It's time.

I'm tired.

No.

No, you're not done yet.

It's way too early.

Mac, you still have
another tour of duty.

They can go without me.

Well, that's a first.

Why are you giving up?

I'm not giving up.

Yes, you are.

It's not like you.

That's not the man
that I married.

Claire, I'm sorry that I didn't
spend more time with you.

That I made you
share me with my work.

How come you're all of a sudden
getting so sentimental?

Can't help but think

that I should have
done things differently.

Mac Taylor, there is
not a single moment

of each day we spent together
that I would change.

I miss you.

I met someone.

I know.

And I like her.

Where you going?

You can't come.

You're not invited.

Be happy, Mac.

...who was conceived
by the Holy Spirit,

born of the Virgin Mary,

suffered under
Pontius Pilate...

was crucified,
died and was buried.

He descended into hell;

the third day,
he rose again from the dead;

ascended into heaven, is seated

at the right hand of God
the Father Almighty;

from thence he shall come to
judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,

the Holy...

Hey.

Oh, hey.

# I been here before #

# I'll be back for more #

# Maybe this time I can stay #

# Forevermore #

# Forevermore #

# Keep coming back to you #

# Coming back to you #

# Coming back to you #

# Maybe this time I can stay #

# Coming back to you #

# Coming back to you #

# Coming back to you #
# You #

# Coming back to you #

# Over and over again #

# I been here before #