Brass: He's ready to talk but only to someone who understands him. I'm ready to slap him around, I figured you could show some restraint.
Grissom: I'll try.
Riley: Why do you think people make art?
Riley: Yeah, but I think also to provoke or elicit a reaction. I think maybe the killer was into the controversy of it.
Brass: I need a name.
Jerzy: He was a laborer why would I know his name?
Brass: Because you hired him.
Jerzy: I didn't hire him. Those contractors hired him, and no I don't remember his name. I barely remember your name. What is your name?
Jerzy (flipping the pictures facedown on the table): I can't stand looking at inferior art. It sears into my consciousness like bad Mexican food.
Brass: So, how do you like my studio?
Jerzy: This is ridculous.
Brass: No, what's ridculous was you denying that you knew Harley Simms.
Jerzy (holds up his hand): The party was five years ago.
Brass: The kid was 16 at the time. You should've been busted for that too.
Jerzy: Listen to me, everybody who was anybody came to my parties, and many like yourself who were nobody at all. (Brass laughs) I-- I can't remember everyone that came to my parties.
Patricia Alwick: Dr. Grissom. May I have a word with you?
Grissom: Yes, of course. Come in.
Patricia Alwick: I wonder why you hold what I do in such obvious contempt?
Grissom: Excuse me?
Patricia Alwick: The last time we spoke, you mentioned that you were having problems with Hank. Now, out of concern for you and because I take my job very seriously, I started asking around, and was met by a mixture of bafflement and smirks by most of your staff... Until David Hodges took pity on me and informed me that Hank was your dog.
Grissom: I apologize. It was a serious question.
Patricia Alwick: Oh, really?
Grissom: For the last few weeks my dog's been listless, barely eats, and I just wondered that if you thought it was possible that pets could take on the emotion of their owners?
Patricia Alwick: Well, companion animals were bred to respond to human beings. At some level, I do believe that they resonate with what their owners are feeling. So, what are you feeling?
Grissom: I've just been a little distracted lately. Uh... having a hard time focusing on the details.
Patricia Alwick: That's normal.
Grissom: Not for me. ... I wondered if you knew, typically how long this lasts?
Patricia Alwick: There's no typical. Days, weeks, sometimes even years, the important thing is to acknowledge it, but you do have to talk about it, and if not with me, with someone else and soon.
Catherine: Lividity suggest that the victims died in the positions that they were discovered.
Riley: So, what does that mean? The killer is using some sort of gas chamber?
Grissom: I think so. He lures someone back to his places, slips them a sedative, then re-dresses and positions the bodies inside a sealed container, and waits for the carbon monoxide to go to work. Once the bodies are in full rigor, he's got about ten hours to place them and have them discovered.
Nick: Now that we know the recipe, let's find the cook.
Patricia Alwick: Dr. Grissom. Were you looking for me?
Grissom: No, just getting some more tea.
Patricia Alwick: I was hoping that we might get a chance to chat.
Grissom: I'm right in the middle of a case.
Patricia Alwick: I know I understand you're dealing with a lot, but, um if you do find the time...
Grissom: Thank you. I do apperciate that. ... This may be outside your field of expertise but lately I've been having some problems with Hank... (Hodges walks in and has news for Grissom)
Brass: Do you know Carla Perotti?
Brass: Carla Perotti.
Jerzy: Oh, yeah. She was one of my models, she's a lovely girl. (looks at the picture) That's a cheap imitation of my work.
Brass: Well, you have to take it up with the coroner 'cause she's dead for real.
Brass (looking at one of Jersey's paintings): This might look good in my living room.
Jerzy: You can't afford it.
Riley (while searching the victim's apartment): Naughty drawer.
Riley (picks up a bag of weed that's in the drawer and sniffs it): Hydroponic, medical grade, put-you-on-your-ass, send-you-to-dreamy-land weed. Nurses always got the good stuff. (smells the weed again)
Catherine: Ah, I take it you're aware of labs random drug testing policy?
Riley: Yeah, I got a bottle of clean urine in my locker just in case. ... I'm kidding.
Catherine (laughs akwardly): Ah, good one. I'll bag it. (Catherine smells it before she bags it)
Grissom: We got a serial killer, Greg, and he's working at the pace of one body per day.
Greg: Great. Somethin' to look foward to tomorrow.
Hodges: Don't worry about it. I know it's been a long day.
Grissom: Every day's a long day.
Doc Robbins (upon seeing Riley shine a UV light over her teeth): Well, I always thought it was cool that teeth fluoresced but veneers didn't. So, how'd you get it?
Riley: Somebody bet me that I couldn't jump into a lake with a rope swing in my mouth.
Doc Robbins: And that pulled the teeth out?
Riley: No, but it sure did hurt my neck. On my way home I hit a fire hydrant.
Doc Robbins: And you bumped the steering wheel with your mouth?
Riley: No, I was on my bike at the time. I flew over the handle bars and hit the cross bar of a chain link fence.
Doc Robbins: With your mouth?
Riley: My shoulder, broke my clavicle.
Doc Robbins: So then how'd you lose the teeth?
Riley (points to each tooth): This one was a root canal. This one a post and a crown. And this one... I uh, I was in college, I woke up one morning and it was gone. I don't know what happened to it.
Catherine: Autopsy report. Cause of death... 'Cardiac Arrest'.
Nick: That's coroner speak for 'I can't explain what killed her.'
Grissom: This is the second case of rapid on-set rigormortis we've had in the last 24 hours.
Riley: That's pretty weird.
Grissom: Even for Vegas.
David: Body's in full rigor.
Riley: Roll 'em. (David looks up to Grissom, and Grissom nods. Riley catches this) I saw that, and I'm not ever gonna forget it. (Riley chuckles, and David laughs nervously and rolls the body)
Grissom: What does lividity tell 'ya?
Riley: That he was laying here when he died.
Grissom: How do you know that?
Riley: Because I'm a CSI level 2.
Grissom: And this is part of your proficiency exam.
Riley: Yeah, but it's pass/fail.
Grissom: So, where is everyone?
Mandy: They're in the break room, waiting.
Grissom: Waiting for what?
Ecklie (comes out of a room): For you. I know you got the memo. I put it on your desk.
Grissom: Just got a call. Nick can't help us, he's got a body at the Monte Carlo.
Catherine: So in other words, we're pulling another double.
Grissom: Why should today be any different?
David: Hey, guys. Call I got was a 419. Where's the body?
Grissom (motions to the victim who's standing): Ask her.
David (walks over to her): Excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am? Okay... (Grissom smiles)
Catherine (upon seeing the body standing up. To Grissom): Oh, uh, did she forget to fall down?
Brass (about a victim): Maybe you bumped into him at a grocery store sometime.
Jerzy: I don't go out. I don't shop. I don't bump.
Brass: But you do paint dead people.
Riley: I paint people who look dead, and you would weep if you knew how much I made doing that. If you haven't noticed our culture seems to be obessed with sex and death.
Brass: I've noticed.
Jerzy: I'm gonna save you some time because I know what's on your mind. I don't kill my models. I don't even bang them much anymore, occasionally, of course. I find that not with same gusto and verve with as the days go by.
Brass: You bang Carla Perotti?
Jerzy: I'm not doing women.
Brass: You mind if I have a look around?
Jerzy: I'd like to paint you in the nude.
Brass: I don't do nude. Where would I pin the badge?
Riley (after she picks up her badge and stuff): What, no gun?
Riley (sighs): Maybe later.
Grissom: Yep. Head lice. They're all dead.
Greg: Good. I hate those little bastards.
Patricia Alwick: Hi, would you like to make an appointment?
Riley: No. I'm new here, hence the new guide manuals. Excuse me.
Patricia Alwick: You know, joining an established team, particularly under these circumstances is not gonna be easy for you.
Riley (amused): Do you think that I should quit?
Patricia Alwick: It may not be easy on your colleagues either.
Riley: Well, there's nothing that I can do about that.
Patricia Alwick: Of course there is, and I'm happy to discuss...
Riley: Look, I ... This is day one, I don't know these people, they don't know me. It's gonna work out, however it works out.
Patricia Alwick: You seem a bit defensive.
Riley (sighs): Don't do that, okay?
Patricia Alwick: Do what?
Riley: 'You seem a bit defensive.' Both of my parents are shrinks, I don't do the talk.
Patricia Alwick: Both your parents are psychologists ... Interesting.
Riley (same time as Patrica): ... Interesting.
Grissom (walks up): Are you Riley Adams?
Grissom: I'm Gil Grissom, your supervisor. We're very busy, would you come with me please?
Patricia Alwick (to Riley): Good luck.
Catherine: No organ damage, no disease, no trauma, this was a perfectly healthy young woman.
Nick: Until she dropped dead ... without dropping.
International Episode Titles:
Czech Republic: Umění napodobuje život (Art Imitates Life)
Original International Air Dates:
United Kingdom: January 27, 2009 on Five
Norway: February 10, 2009 on TVNorge
Belgium: May 5, 2009 on VT4
Finland: August 26, 2009 on MTV3
Spain: September 29, 2009 on AXN
Czech Republic: January 21, 2010 on TV Nova
Lauren Lee Smith joins the main the cast as Riley Adams and is credited before before Paul Guilfoyle. Her character was originally named Bryce Adams. Originally, Katee Sackhoff was chosen for the role by the producers supposed to be the replacement but CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer said no.
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