All language subtitles for CSI NY S05E15 The Partys Over

Stop! Somebody
get him!

Hey, watch it!

What the hell you doing?

Recycling.

You're under arrest.

No, so I need him
to verify that with me.

Yeah.

A rough night, Deputy Inspector?

How do you mean?

Well, I heard that

over 40% of the NYPD
called in sick.

Robert Dunbrook.
I know who you are.

You're not going to get
a quote out of me.

No, I-I don't report the news.

I just publish it.

I've seen your paper.

I'd say that was debatable.

You could always cancel
your subscription.

But then, that would
hurt my feelings.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

I can think of 20 other places

I'd rather be
with you right now.

So the dress works, huh?

Hold on a sec.

Your tie is crooked.

What? What's so funny?

I could have sworn
it was a clip-on.

Oh, come on. Give me
some credit here.

All right, ladies
and gentlemen...

Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Can I have your attention?

On behalf of my company,

I would like to donate
this check

to the Manhattan Museum

and its restoration,

and I would also like to thank
Deputy Mayor Stuart Kaplan

for his hard work.

Mac, you're late.

It started, Stella.

The blue flu has just
hit the department.

PBA has been threatening
a job action for weeks.

Yeah, looks like
they kept their word.

The precinct's empty.

Any reaction from the brass?

It's got their attention.

Come on down, Deputy Mayor.

And something's
just gotten mine.

There's been an accident.
I need a bus.

Park and 45th.

He's gone, Stella.

The deputy mayor.

He's dead.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

Have a suspect yet?

I've assigned our best
detectives to the case.

Whoever killed the deputy mayor
will be brought to justice.

What detectives?

They all called in sick
with the blue flu.

We're more than equipped
to conduct this investigation.

But who's going
to protect the city?

We still have a very strong
police presence.

It's only a fraction
of the officers

who are taking a stand
by calling in sick.

Seriously, huh?

Ah, who else is going to do it?

Messer.

He was dead before the dive.

Bleeding on his forehead is from
this superficial laceration.

Had to be pre-mortem.

There's no ligature furrow
or marks that I can see.

But check this out.

Could be a clue
to what killed him.

Suggests strangulation.

All right, let's get him to Sid,
see if he can elaborate.

Hey, Stell, you know what?

I'm not feeling so hot.

Don't tell me.
You got the flu, too.

I'm sick, Doc. You
want to examine me?

Danny, just leave your kit.

Hawkes.

Got a patterned bloodstain
over here.

It's a perfect circle.

Suggests no directionality.
Clearly not spatter.

Where'd it come from?

Hey, guys, hold up a second.

There was something between
the deputy mayor's body

and the floor when he hit.

You think it fell with him?

If it did and we can find it,

it might give us some answers.

I don't see anything that shape
or size where he fell.

Where'd it go?

I think it went to a fire.

A fire?

Trust me.

Hey, Adam.
Hey, hey. Hi.

Where's the fire?

As a result of the city's
budget crisis,

we have instituted
a temporary pay lag.

The officers will be
compensated at a later date.

Will they still be alive

when they get the money?

I don't like your question,

and I believe we're done here.

Sir, I need to get in here...

Hey, hey, hey.
What's your name, sir?

Neal Weston. Look, I'm the
deputy mayor's brother-in-law.

I just heard what happened
on the news.

I got here as soon as I could,
but I-I need to get in there.

Mr. Weston, slow down.
What's wrong?

My nephew... he's missing.
He's Jake Kaplan.

He's the deputy mayor's son.

He lost his mom last year.

I'm the only person he has left.

I can't find him anywhere,

so I think he must
still be inside.

All right. You hold on.

Just stay there.
I'll be back in a minute.

Hawkes, Adam.

Stop what you're doing.
We got a missing boy.

Jake Kaplan,

13 years old.
We got to find him.

Let's go.

Jake?

Hey, Jake?

Um...

I don't want to scare you,
but I know

you're in there.

My name is Adam.

Any chance of coming out?

You thirsty?

Hi.

Oh, oops.

How could you see me?

It's called thermal imaging.

And it detects heat sources.

See?

Pretty cool, huh?

That an iPod?

Oh, yeah.

You like music?

Oh, my God.

I was so worried.

I thought something
happened to you.

Are you okay?

Oh, God. I've looked
everywhere for you.

I am so relieved.

You're going to be
all right, Jake.

You're going to be all right.
Let's get you home.

- Topic tonight: the blue flu.
- Caller, you're on.

Cops need to get their asses
back to work.

Next caller.

- Taxpayers are getting screwed.
- It's not right.

Brendon.

So, what brings you here?

I need your clothes.

Th-The ones you were
wearing earlier.

My jacket's got blood
all over it.

I was gonna get it dry-cleaned.

Good thing I got
here when I did.

Guys, come on.

Uh, you might have chosen
a different bag

to go with that dress.

You think?

Dr. Hawkes's assessment

at the scene was correct:
the deputy mayor was strangled.

Any idea with what?

No, but I'll show you
what we got.

Based on the shape and
positioning on the neck,

the trace could have transferred
from the ligature.

Well, hopefully,

its chemical composition
will shed some light.

I already sent a sample
up to Lindsay for processing

along with the vic's clothes.

What's in your bag?
More clothing.

A member of the FDNY
got close to the vic.

I thought I might find
something.

Uh, Brendon Walsh?

You took him
to the charity event tonight?

News travels fast.

So what can you tell me
about this odd mark?

Well, I thought maybe

it could be
from the vic's finger

if he stuck it between
the ligature in his neck

to try to defend himself.

But the edges

of this pattern... they look
too defined to be a digit.

Hmm.

So if the vic didn't cause it,

maybe the murder weapon did.

♪ All together,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ This is for y'all,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ We gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ Ain't no time for no debatin'
once we start the meditation ♪

♪ All together,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ This is for y'all,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ We gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ Ain't no time for no debatin'
once we start the meditation ♪

♪ Once we start the meditation ♪

♪ Once we start the meditation ♪

♪ Once we start the meditation ♪

♪ All together,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ This is for y'all,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ We gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ Ain't no time for no debatin'
once we start the meditation ♪

♪ All together,
we gonna bring in the light ♪

♪ Ain't no time for no debatin'
once we start the meditation. ♪

So I went to the party.

So did 200 other people.

Yes, but they were actually
on the guest list.

What'd you do, Detective?
Flash your ID to get in?

You gonna bust my balls

for crashing another one
of Kaplan's ego trips?

Not for that.

What is that?
Part of your

NYPD identification card.
How'd you get it?

That's what
you're gonna tell me.

Let me see your ID.

This microchip goes in the back,
right here.

We found it

at the primary crime scene.

I think you know
what that means.

So what was it, Miller?

The pay lag or did Kaplan piss
you off in some other way?

You don't care.

We're getting screwed here

and you don't care.

Mayor takes a ten percent raise

and we're supposed
to work for free.

So you're damn right
Kaplan pissed me off.

But I didn't kill him,
all right?

I just thought that maybe
if he heard our side...

Wait, please!

Look, if you go
through with this,

I'm gonna lose my house!

Get your hands off of me!

You son of a...

When I left,

he was alive.

That remains to be seen.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Perfluorobutane sulfonate.

Yeah.

This is the trace we found
on the victim's neck.

PFBS is used in food packaging,

nonstick cookware,
furniture protectorate.

Could have been on the ligature.

The stuff dries.

It's not supposed to transfer.

Maybe the perspiration
on the vic's neck

allowed trace amounts
to transfer

onto his skin, hmm?

Uh...

It's the DA.
Sorry.

Dr. Hawkes.

Yes, okay.

Yes, I'll see what I can do.

Danny was supposed
to provide testimony

in the Wells murder case.

Since Danny is sick, they need
me to testify in his place.

Well, take his notes
and go to court.

I'm fine
with all the evidence here.

Well, you shouldn't have to.

Honestly, I think
what Danny's doing is selfish.

Really?

Well, I see it as committed.

Seems to me he has
a lot of other things

to commit to right now.

Not to mention, it's
irresponsible to risk suspension

when you're expecting a baby.

Hawkes.

You transferred over
from the ME's office,

which means
you're not sworn NYPD,

so there was no decision
for you to make.

You can't say for sure
what you would do.

Yes, I can.

If I had earned the distinction
of being a detective,

I'd be here whether or not
the city could afford to pay me.

What is that?

I'm not sure.
It looks like wood.

It's stained with
the deputy mayor's blood.

Brendan Walsh inadvertently

picked it up at the crime scene.

Hey, Linds, do me a favor.

Grab the deputy mayor's
tuxedo shirt.

Will you face it back
towards me, please?

Hmm.

Same shape and size
as the stain on his collar.

So we know what made
the blood print.

You think that belonged
to our killer?

Mm, all we know for sure
is that this was present

at the crime scene
at the time of death.

Actually, we do know
one more thing.

Hawkes found hair

stuck to the victim's collar.

Did you get a match
in the system?

Not in our system.

Belonged to equus caballus.

A horse?

Not just any horse,
a thoroughbred.

So what was it doing on our vic?

You see this?

In fact, I've got one
right here.

Take a look.

When I got back to my car

after the party,
it was sitting on my windshield.

I have no idea

who left it.

"Follow the money."

If the deputy mayor was up
to something inappropriate,

why not just expose him
while he's still alive?

Maybe he didn't get the chance.

But if this tip is legit

and he was involved in unsavory
financial activities,

we have motive.

Or maybe someone's just trying

to derail
our homicide investigation.

Either way,
my curiosity's piqued.

I'll have my lab process this,

see if we can find out
who left it.

Great.

I'm gonna get my hands
on Kaplan's financials.

You know he was commissioner

of the Department
of Construction and Renovation

before he was appointed
deputy mayor.

Kaplan controlled some of the
city's purse strings, contracts,

licenses, grants.
It all went through him.

Maybe someone didn't like
the way he did business.

Hey, I got the DNA results

from the eyelashes
they found on the balloon.

They belong to

a male relative of the vic.

Oh, well, that rules out
Neal Weston.

He was the, uh, deputy mayor's
brother-in-law.

That leaves Jake,

the deputy mayor's son.

And get this:

I found all ten lashes were
in the anagen phase of growth,

all right? And the roots
were still attached.

Meaning they were pulled out.

It's consistent with a disorder
called trichotillomania...

The compulsion for one
to rip out their eyelashes,

eyebrows, hair.

Usually goes hand-in-hand

with obsessive-compulsive
disorder,

but what I don't understand

is how Jake's eyelashes
ended up on the balloons.

It's not unusual to find trace
of a kid on his father.

The eyelashes probably
transferred onto the balloon

from the deputy mayor's clothing

via static electricity.

The deputy mayor was the center
of attention last night...

Shaking hands,

hugging people,
working the crowd.

It's highly unlikely that those
lashes stayed on his clothing.

Implying that the
initial transfer

of lashes occurred
from Jake to his father

approximately around
the time of death.

Come on, Stella.

Okay, he is a small
13-year-old boy.

There is no way

that he's strong enough
to strangle an adult.

Closing off
the two carotid arteries

stops blood flow to the brain.

That takes a matter of seconds
and very little pressure, Adam.

It's about the position

of the ligature.

Not the force behind it.

And since science

puts Jake with our vic
at time of death...

Jake could have murdered
his father.

Tell me about the last time

you saw your father.

Jake, please.

Just answer the questions.

He was mad.

Do you know why?

He just gets mad
at me sometimes.

Stuart is...

he's having
a hard time adjusting

to being a single parent.

What else happened?

Did something else happen?

I know you guys already have

a good suspect, but I think

I have another one.

Since the horse hair

we found on the victim's collar

belonged to a thoroughbred,

I checked with the National
Equestrian Association,

'cause not only does it
tell you the ancestry...

It also tells you the owner.

King of the Five Boroughs,
owned by Robert Dunbrook?

There's possible motive there.

He and the deputy mayor

have been public rivals
a long time.

What I don't get is,

Dunbrook has been crucifying

the deputy mayor in his paper.

What was he even doing
at the party last night?

You know what they say.

Keep your friends close,

enemies closer.

And if that doesn't work...
kill them.

♪ ♪

It's not news
that I didn't think

Kaplan was good for the city.

And for you.

He blocked your press
access to the mayor,

had friends at the FCC
who made operating

your media companies
very difficult.

Well, he put up some roadblocks

because I wouldn't
play his game.

You went to his charity event

and made a million-dollar
donation.

What do you call that?

You have to grease some wheels
to get things done in this city,

but there is a line.

I like to stay
on the legal side of it.

Are you saying
the deputy mayor was dirty?

I am saying that Mr. Kaplan
was a politician

who enjoyed the good life.

You can do the math.

I did.

The answer brought me
straight to you.

You think I killed Kaplan?

I think you got tired
of the roadblocks,

confronted him at the party,
and things got out of hand.

No, our paths never crossed
at the event.

That's not what the evidence
is saying.

We found a hair
from one of your horses

on his collar.

You want to tell me about that?

I was at the races
prior to the charity event.

When I arrived, I went to
the restroom to wash my hands.

Oh, come on.
It's a party.

Let's put aside our differences.

After what you wrote
in the paper today?

Your editorial called
for my resignation.

Dunbrook, I have no interest
in mending fences.

Well, I think you're gonna feel

differently after
you see my donation.

Why would I write a million-
dollar check to his charity

if I was going to kill him?

Because it bought you
a lot of goodwill

and maybe an alibi.

Detective, if you ever

stop working at the crime lab,

I have a fiction department;

I would love to have you
come work for me.

Yeah, run it.

Whoa.

You think this is a joke?

Every single police officer
in this city devotes their life

to the protection of the people
who live here.

Really? Does
that include

the ones that are sitting
on their asses right now?

I respect anyone who stands
behind their convictions.

What I can't stand

are men who are motivated
purely by greed

and the destruction of others.

Can I quote you on that?

No.

But you can quote this:

If you're guilty of murdering
Kaplan, or any other crime,

even spitting on the sidewalk,

you're going to have
to answer to me.

Hey, Stell, that, uh,
little wooden circle

you found on
your fireman friend,

the one that left

the patterned bloodstain,

came back as ochroma lagopus.

Balsa wood?

That explains why
it was so light.

Now, it's known for its
strength-to-weight ratio.

Right, it's usually used

in model airplanes
and surfboards.

Now, the only prints or DNA
I got off it were from the vic.

So, I guess it
could've been his.

Okay, so we know
that the deputy mayor

had it in his hand

at time of death.

The question is, why?

Bonasera.

The judge threw it out.

What?! What happened?

The defense attorneys
put on a dog-and-pony show,

asking me questions
I just couldn't answer.

What about the control samples?

Where were they collected from?

I'm sure Detective Messer's
method of collection

is in accordance
with the protocols of our lab.

I tried, Stella.

I wasn't at the scene.

I'm sorry.

All right, thanks
for letting me know.

You okay?

No, no, I'm not okay.

Hey, New Yorkers.

Blue blues making the commute

an even bigger nightmare
than usual.

Midtown's in gridlock;
FDR's bumper-to-bumper

with a four-car pile-up
in the left lane.

No traffic cops anywhere,

no cops anywhere.

Jewish penicillin.

I'm not sick, Stella.

You like chicken soup,
don't you?

I could never say no to
a little chicken noodle.

Then invite me in.

You know, I came over here
to yell at you.

Stella, we deserve to get paid.

Come on, cops work hard
in this city.

You know, I mean,
uh, the brass...

Th-they're not working for free.

So why the hell should I?

You know I'm right.

Come on. Pull up a spoon.

I'm old school, Danny.

You know, I took an oath
and I take it literally.

My responsibility's
first and foremost

to the people of this city
and the job that I do.

That's exactly why I'm holding
out for a little respect.

I mean, I come from
a family of cops, Stell.

I'm not taking
this thing lightly.

Yeah, I know.

I know, I know.

Look, I guess...

I guess it just took me driving
over here to understand it all.

People were crazy.

They were getting out
of their cars; it was chaos.

There were no...
there were no traffic cops.

So, you were coming over
here to lay into me, huh?

Yeah I was on my way
to lay into you!

I was so pissed off, Danny!

Hawkes stood in for you
at that hearing

and they threw the case out.

And there was so much
work at the lab.

Thank God for Lindsay.

You know, she's a real trouper.

Yeah, yeah, she is.

She's been calling me
every other hour.

Except I got to cough
every time I answer the phone

in case it's not her.

You did the unpopular thing.

Who? Me?

That's my MO, right?

Uh, look, I got to
go back to work.

But I'm not leaving here
without some of that soup.

So, why don't you fix me up
one to go, please?

Sure.

You know Jerry Maguire?

I know a Jack Maguire.

Teaches firearms at the academy.

No, the movie.

Jerry Maguire.

You remember what
Cuba said to Cruise?

"Show me the money."

At first glance,
the deputy mayor's

personal finances
look squeaky-clean.

From conservative tax write-offs

to the seven different
charities he set up,

but his fiscal management

for the city tells
a different story.

As Commissioner for
Construction and Renovation,

Kaplan gave out 320 million

in no-bid contracts

to several
construction companies.

Want to see the progress
it made in the last two years?

That's the library
on the Upper West Side.

The new SoHo Senior Center.

So, Kaplan spent a chunk
of the city's money

on construction jobs
that were never

gonna see the light of day.

He had to be getting paid.

Unfortunately...
we're complicit.

That event last night...

The charities are fraudulent.

Money went straight
into Kaplan's pocket.

It's hard to catch unless you
know what you're looking for.

The man was brilliant;
I'll give him that.

You know, the deputy mayor
actually contributed

to the city's budget crisis?

And when there was
no money left,

he enforced the pay lag
to get some back,

screwed over the NYPD.

So, whoever left you that note
had to have the inside line.

You able to identify
who left it?

No, but according to

Dunbrook's circulation
department,

the paper doesn't come out
until 4:00 a.m.

You found it on your windshield
just after you left the party.

Which was around 2:00 a.m.

So, someone from the paper
left the note.

I'm thinking Robert Dunbrook.

It just doesn't add up.

I mean, if he knew
the deputy mayor was dirty,

why not just print it?

That newspaper he runs

is practically a tabloid.

He needed you,
someone with weight,

to expose the deputy mayor's
illegal activities.

He's definitely up to something.

I want to know what it is.

No, wait.

Hang up.

No, Mac, the guy's
withholding evidence

in a criminal investigation.

If Dunbrook knew that
the deputy mayor was dirty,

you have to ask yourself:
what else does he know?

And where does he get
his information?

911. What's your emergency?

I called three times already.

I've been waiting 20 minutes
for the cops.

Where the hell are they?!
Give me a minute.

Hey, Flack,

this crap has got to end.

I'm up to my ass in complaints.

Got three unis covering
the entire shift.

Who's that?

Kid? I don't know.

He said he wants
to wait for Adam.

Adam who?
Not sure.

We got three Adams
on the 4:00-to-12:00 alone.

He said he wants to wait.

Hey.

Anything else on the balsa wood?

Hit a wall.

Got to have my tunes.

Seriously, I got something
stuck in this

and I can't figure out
what it is.

Well, maybe it's your lunch.

What'd you have?

Two hot dogs, but that isn't it.

Well, Adam, you have hundreds
of thousands of dollars worth

of machinery at your disposal

to aid in the identification
of mystery trace.

Ooh.

Great idea.

You still can't figure out

what caused the mark
on his neck?

I'm going through Sid's database

of bruises
and patterned injuries

that have been matched
to known exemplars.

Nothing yet.

What else do we have?

There's the balsa wood circle.

We don't know what it's from,

but it's definitely left
the bloody print

on the ballroom floor

and the tux shirt and jacket.

Any trace?

Only the perfluorobutane
sulfonate,

which we found
on the victim's neck.

And the source of that
is still a total mystery.

This can't be right.

Guys...

Perfluorobutane sulfonate.

You have the same trace

on your iPod.
How is that possible?

Our killer touched it.

Dunbrook is no longer
a prime suspect.

Are you sure?

Yes, I think the deputy mayor
was strangled with a tie.

Dunbrook was wearing a tie.

Right, but Dunbrook
never touched my iPod.

The PFBS was
from stain repellent.

Used to protect fabric.

One thing I can't figure out is
what the mark on his neck was.

I could've sworn
it was a clip-on.

Hold on a second.

It was a clip-on tie.

Jake Kaplan killed his father.

Which one?
It's right here.

What the hell's going on?

Jake.

Jake?

Where is he?
Uh, he said he was in his room.

When was the last time

you saw him?
A few hours ago.

He said he wanted to be alone.

You got a picture?
Yeah.

Central, this is
Detective Flack, 84389.

I'm looking for a murder suspect
in the vicinity

of Columbus and 56.

Male, white, 13 years old.

Copy that.

It's the balsa chip.

Here.

Oh, Stell, I think I know
where this kid is.

Please, Jake,

just tell us what happened.

This is the chance
to tell your side.

Come on, Jake. Talk to them.

We can't force him to talk.

Just doesn't make sense.

Flack said he's been waiting
here at the precinct for hours.

Obviously, he feels guilty;
he wants to talk to someone.

Not just someone.

You get the thoughts, right?

The bad ones that race
in your head

and you can't make them stop.

You try and block them out

and think about
something else, but...

doesn't work.

So you, uh,

you come up with these rituals,

just, you know, little things
that make yourself feel better...

Counting, washing,
unplugging things,

pulling out your eyelashes.

I, I thought I was...

Thought you were a freak.

Yeah.

It's not your fault, Jake.

Okay? It's
your brain.

And it's just
playing tricks on you.

It's called OCD.

And a lot of people have it.

How do you know so much?

Some of it's science.

Let me guess:
your, uh, your dad,

he just didn't understand
what you were doing, right?

Why you always had to,
to check things.

The hell is

taking so long?

Let's go!

Let's get a move on!
Hurry up in there!

I-I had to.

'Cause if-if I didn't, then...

Then you thought

something bad
was going to happen.

I know.

I had to keep him safe.

I don't get it...

I don't get it.

If he's so obsessed

with keeping his father safe,
why would he kill him?

It's called reaction formation.

When his mother died,

it's likely that he wished
it'd been his father instead.

Does-does this murder
have anything to do

with this-this thing he has?

No, no, OCD comes
from a place of fear.

Attacking his father
came from a place of rage.

But he's just a...
he's just a kid.

He's not a murderer.

His actions indicate otherwise.

So, this all started
after your mom died, right?

The thoughts,

the checking.

You see, um,

OCD is usually triggered

when something bad happens.

I went up there 'cause...

I just...

I didn't want to go to the party

and talk to all those people,

but he found me.

What are you doing up here?

I told you to stay close to me!

Dad, I'm sorry, I...
No. Forget it!

I'm tired of hearing
you say "I'm sorry."

Your mother could handle you,
but I can't.

There's a school in California
and I'm enrolling you

starting next week.

Are you listening to me?!

Give me that.

Give it to me!

Get it.
Give it to me.

Come on.
Give it.

Give me...

He made me so angry.

The blank tile...

That was from the last game
you played with your mom, right?

She... she told me...

She...

she said the blank was me

because it could be anything.

I-I could be anything.

She believed in you.

Yeah.

And then she went away.

Sometimes he was really mean,

but I loved my dad.

I know you did.

I'm sorry.

What's going to happen to me?

Yeah.

You're going to go away
for a while, Jake.

Here.

Come on. Take it.

There's some really good music
in there.

Hey, Adam.

You going to be all right?

Yeah. Uh,

you know, nothing that a slice

and some Guitar Hero can't fix.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Night.

I need to meet.

No, a phone call won't suffice.

And I imagine sooner
would be better for you.

Trust me, and I know
that's hard,

but I'll make it
worth your while.

That's fine.

I'll see you then.

Coffee, black.

One Sugar In The Raw.

I'm a newspaper man, Detective.

I make it my business
to know things.

Well, I assume there's a reason
you wanted to meet me in person,

besides bringing me
a cup of coffee.

I also brought you a newspaper.

Seems a bit premature.

The blue flu is

still in effect
with no resolution in sight.

That's tomorrow's headline,
Detective.

What is it you think you know?

What's this?

Well, it's all there
in black and white.

Just read the fine print.

It's becoming very clear

that you're going
to be a problem for me.

Isn't that funny?

I was just thinking
the same thing about you.

Enjoy your coffee.

$20 million?

Read the note.

"I finally

realized why they call them
New York's finest."

You must have made quite
an impression.

May be just a Band-Aid,
but it certainly helps.

Dunbrook does nothing
without some ulterior motive.

It's not worth it.

Look, I don't like the idea
of Robert Dunbrook

bailing out the NYPD
any more than you do.

But if the money's clean and
there's no strings attached,

what does it matter
where it came from?

Good morning, Manhattan!

Blue flu ends and New York's
finest are back on the beat.

Unconfirmed reports
have suggested

that media mogul Robert
Dunbrook had a hand in it...

Hey, buddy.

This a bad time?

Distance determination.

New case came in this morning.

Give you some help?

Sure.