CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Nick (finding another victim): There's ten stab wounds. Brass (to Grissom): Guess you won't be leaving just yet.

Brass (about Langston): He's a little cranky for an academic, isn't he? Grissom: Actually, he's an M.D from back east. A colleague at his hospital turned out to be an angel of death, killed 27 patients before he was caught. Langston was the staff's research pathologist, all the morbidity evidence came across his desk, but he was unable to connect the dots. He wrote a book about it. Brass: Was it any good? Grissom: I liked it.

Grissom: So, let's assume that 'shoe print' was involved in all four murders. It's possible that he knew, Gerald, right? Is it also possible that he was an accomplice of D.J.K.? Greg: That would explain the 9 post-mortem stab wounds in Ian Wallace. It's a continuation of the master's work. Catherine: But if he was D.J.K.'s helper, back in the day, why go quiet for 10 years then suddenly start killing again? Greg: Maybe he was doin' time. Catherine: And when he realized that his old partner turned informant, he got scared and killed him. Grissom: Maybe that's what brought the old thrill back. Once these guys get a taste, it never seems to go away.

Catherine: So Curtis must've been the wheelman. Nick: At least we got half the team that killed Ian and Justine. Catherine: Yeah. It's the half that's out there walkin' around that I'm worried about.

David: So, I hear you've been going back to school. Grissom: Sort of. David: I loved college. Grissom: Me too. (picks up a bug off the victim) Green bottle blow fly, these typically pupate in about two weeks and emerge as adults in four, with the a/c on in the trailer, slows down the time line just a bit. He's been dead less than a month. David: You're gonna miss this. You are. Grissom: There's bugs every where, David. ... I will miss you though. (David starts to cry and walks away)

Student: You've never revealed the location of any of your female victims, why? Haskell: Because nobody ever asked me that question ever before. I always thought it was strange. Langston: Well, then tell us now. Why not? You're serving two consecutive life sentences, you have nothing to lose. Haskell: Of course I do, professor. Because when I took those women, they stopped being somebody's girlfriend, or sister, or daughter, or fiancee. They became what I wanted them to be... Mine.

Catherine: Lindsey was once given a gift certificate for a pair of customized jeans. So, we go to the store, we spend 2 hours picking out the wash, the rivets, you name it. And she has her boyfriend's name embroidered on her butt pocket. Well, guess what? She breaks up with the guy a week later, she doesn't wear 'em once. Grissom (smiles): Still beats a tattoo, right? Catherine: Oh, don't go there.

Wendy: Grissom, I just want to thank you for everything, the support and the encouragement that you've given me. Grissom: You earned it.

Wendy: Well, when I heard those hairs might be from the Dick and Jane killer, I just put the screws to this guy that I know at Aquiragen. He ran our medio samples immediately. Grissom: Ha. What do you got on him? Wendy: He's my uncle. I... really didn't want to wait around for three weeks and get the results after you were gone.

Hodges: So, lemme get this straight, Grissom didn't say he was leaving permanently, so he could be taking a leave of absence. That's a form of leaving, right? Catherine: I think this is leaving, leaving. Nick: What's he gonna do? Teach? Write a book? Go off and study bugs somewhere? Catherine: You know as much as I do, Nicky.

Grissom (to the Officer, after Grissom found a body in a bag): Call the coroner, tell 'em he has soup to go.

Grissom: Riley, for you a 425, suspicious remains at the city dump. Riley: Awesome! Trash run for the low man on the totem pole. Greg: I promise not to abuse my power over you. Nick: Watch your back, Riley. Grissom: And for our new CSI level 3, a 411a, recovered stolen vehicle at McCairn. Nick, 402, possible arson at the Burger Giant. Nick: Well, there goes the night. Why don't we all meet up at the coffee shop after work? Level 3 over here is gonna buy. (Greg smiles/scoffs) Catherine: I'll take care of breakfast. (Grissom hands her the assignment slip) And the 419 in Green Valley. Looks like the King gets to sit on the bench for now. (Grissom is silent) Is that it? Grissom: No. (pauses) I know this has been a tough year, for all of us, and I've been thinking, I mean more than usual. I made a decision. ... I'm gonna leave CSI. (everyone is silent) Catherine, will become the new supervisor so I know that you'll be in good hands. While I'm clearing my case load, Ecklie's preparing a list of candidates for a new level 1 hire, so you won't be shorthanded. (Grissom's phone beeps) And... I guess I just came off the bench. 419 at Mount Charleston. Okay? (walks out of the room)

Doc Robbins: Are you really leaving? Grissom: Yep. Think of it this way, Doc, you'll have somebody new you can tell all your old jokes to. Doc Robbins: I like the old guy just fine. Are you, uh, running away from something? Or running to something? Someone? Grissom: I'm running to my office. Doc Robbins: I think you're nuts. (Grissom leaves) I am never going to retire.

Grissom: David, I've been meaning to talk to you. Hodges: It's a little too late for that, huh? Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. Have a nice life. (Grissom looks surprised as Hodges walks away)

Grissom: Catherine, I, uh, know I surprised you today with the … Catherine: I knew. ... I knew before you knew.

Brass: So I hear you're movin' on. Grissom: I am. Brass: That's too bad. Grissom: We'll stay in touch. Brass: Sure. You know, the barbecue, Labor Day, the Fourth of July. Go out on the boat. Grissom: You got a boat? Brass: No.

Student: How did you control them? Haskell: Not with force. I'm gonna return to the Jewish theme here, Doctor, although I want you to know that I have also killed Catholics and Protestants and one atheist. By the way, they all prayed eventually. Anyway, during the holocaust, when the first arrivals at the death camps realized they were going to be killed, they flew into a panic, so the guards - the Nazi's - started telling them that they were going to be put to work, that their skills were going to be used, and they all calmed down. And they all marched obediently into the showers. You have to give them hope. If you bring a human being to the brink of death, and then you offer a chance - no matter how small a chance - to survive, they'll grab it. And they'll thank you for it. And then … you can do whatever you want. And believe me … I did.

Haskell: What I learned in class today when I was looking out at all those scared little faces who couldn't take their eyes off of me, was how much I missed being out in the world. When Mrs. Steiner had her, moment. It got me thinking about... closure. Which is what you'll find at the corner of Boulder Highway and Hasboro. It's just another empty stretch of desert out there, well at least it was, ten years ago... the way this city's changed. Maybe it's all different now, although... maybe not. It's kind of an ugly place. Anyway, it's just the same in my imagination. There's a concrete bridge, built in 1938, you can tell because the year is stamped in the front. 25 feet from that, look west, you'll see one dark stone that just doesn't quite fit with the rest. Under there ... that's where you'll find Joel. And … if we're lucky, maybe something else. Because that's the problem with closure. Sometimes when something closes, something else opens up.