CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(While looking for evidence in the car) Wendy: This looks like a piece of skull. Riley: We know that the last thing that went through his mind was a copper-jacketed .38.

Ecklie: Catherine, Ray, this is Clayton Farris from the Gaming Commission. Clayton Farris: As you are aware, the Hux Club chips were supposed to be destroyed 28 years ago. Ecklie: But it was never officially verified. Clayton Farris: In any event, since the disposal was improperly carried out, the chips continue to be bare instruments, and the state of Nevada is on the line for their face value. Ray: You mean, anyone holding those chips can just walk in and trade them in for cash? Clayton Farris: Yes. Catherine: Wait a minute, the window for all chip redemptions is 120 days from the original recall. Clayton Farris: The attorney's who drafted the original Hux Club recall contract apparently left that provision out. The great state of Nevada will, of course, honor its obligation to redeem the chips, however the argument can be made that the chips are, in fact stolen property and still outstanding evidence in a murder investigation. Ray: So you want us to find the chips before anyone else does and tries to cash them in. Clayton Farris: We feel that that would be in the best interests of all concerned.

Riley: That was a really stupid thing you did back there. He could've shot you, I could've shot you. Ray: He needed help. Riley: He had a gun in his hand. Ray: I didn't stop being a doctor when I became a CSI. Riley: Well, if you don't stop treating suspects like patients you're gonna get yourself or someone else killed.

Hodges (looking at the victim's keychain): Hmm. It's an old Hux Club casino chip. Riley: Hampton Huxley, the dead porno mag guy? Hodges: Oh, it's not porno, it's a lifestyle. For one brief shining moment in the 80's, scantily clad Hux Club kittens, serving cocktails and dealing blackjack was the pinnacle of Las Vegas high society. Wendy: How'd you get in? Hodges: Sadly, only through the glossy pages of the magazine. Wendy: Mm. Hodges: Which I only purchased for the articles.

Riley (looking through Houston's burnt up car): The guy must've been living in his car. Hodges: It is a Chrysler Le Baron. Babe magnet. Riley (finds a burnt 'For Sale' sign, and offers it to Hodges): You should make an offer.

Doc Robbins (about the victim): Ah, did you recover that piece of his forehead? It might save the mortician some spackle. Catherine: ... What's up with you? Doc Robbins: Ah, things are tough all over.

Nick: Hey, I'll see 'ya next week. Ray: Where you off to? Nick: Lee Goff's Entomology workshop in Honolulu. Ray: Entomology. Nice. ... Wait, I thought Ecklie cut all funding for outside training? Nick: Yeah, he did, but I've been waitin on this workshop for like a year, so if I gotta go outta pocket, so be it. We need a new bugman. (smiles) Hold down the fort. Ray: Will do.

Hodges (looking at all the pins on the victim's jacket): Ah, the 70's, recession, energy crisis, conflict in the Middle East. My, how time's have changed. Riley: At least we don't have to put up with disco.

Catherine (on the phone with Ecklie): Chill out, Conrad. You'll have it on your desk by the end of shift. Yes, I've included a 10% cut across the board, just make sure there's 10% less crime and we'll be fine.

Catherine: Riley says that she thinks you're a bit reckless. Ray: And I think she's a little trigger happy.