CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Jack sits at the table in the room. In the observation room, Catherine and Ecklie watch) Catherine: I ran priors. The guy's got an '88 conviction for sexual assaults. Ecklie (smugly): Boy, if I ever get in trouble, I know which CSI I'm going to. Catherine: Let's watch the show.

Catherine: Hey, Nick ... I'm sorry to hear about your friend. Nick: Who told you? Catherine: Word travels. It was the day shift coroner. Nick: So people know I was with Kristy last night? Catherine (looks at Grissom with a questioning look): Not yet. Nick: Maybe I should just go to Ecklie and tell him I was there. Grissom: When you're a suspect and you're innocent, keep your mouth shut. I'll talk to Ecklie. Catherine: Bad idea. You and Ecklie ... oil and water. Just let me get into it.

Grissom (looking at the victim): The Van Gogh effect... in stereo. Both ears gone. Catherine: A perfectly symmetrical amputation. Means he was looking directly at the bomb when it went off. Grissom: So either it drew his attention or it was contained in something that seemed benign.

Catherine: Who? Why? Will he do it again? Only time will tell.

Brass (to Sara and Grissom, who are trying to identify the pipe used in the bombings): Don't you love the smell of sulfur in the afternoon?

(Grissom studies the pieces under the scope. There's ticking sounds coming from around him. Suddenly, an alarm rings. Grissom looks up) Sara: Hey. (the alarm continues to ring annoyingly) Grissom: Could you find that and turn it off, please? (Sara checks the clocks on the table, then finds it and turns it off. The alarm stops ringing. She picks up another clock) Sara: Find the clock our guy used? Grissom (sighs): Not yet. Sara: This is a good choice. According to the bomb data center which has a record of every component used in any bomb -- from Ted Kaczynski to teenage boys playing with fireworks -- the most recent timing device of choice is made by TimeTell SnoozeWell, $10.99 at any local drugstore. (she hands him the clock) Grissom: You spoiled all my fun. (Grissom starts to take apart the clock and Warrick walks in) Warrick: Gris, can I get something clear here? Grissom: Anything's possible. Warrick: Catherine gave me this "FP" which was part of the Hansen bomb and I'm supposed to figure out what tool the bomber used to engrave it. Grissom: You isolate the tool, and then we trace it. Warrick: Yeah, but he could've used any number of things to initial it. I mean, screwdriver, a drill bit, a box cutter. Grissom: It's the same as guns-- we eliminate them one at a time. Warrick: What are you guys doing? Sara: We're going to go blow up some bombs. Warrick: Oh, I definitely got the wrong end of this investigation. Grissom: Alas, poor Warrick.

Grissom: I can't tell whether he's brilliant or nuts. Brass: Sound familiar?

Grissom: You told me you weren't dating her. Nick: I wasn't till last night after I broke up her fight with this guy, uh... Jack. Grissom: And Ecklie's at her house now. Nick: Yeah, and I can tell you what he's going to find. My fingerprints; my DNA. Grissom: What were you thinking, Nicky? Nick: I wasn't.

Catherine: The sperm from the condom was frozen at 10:15 am. It's all heads, no tails. Grissom: I'm not quite up to speed about the preticulars of.... Catherine: It takes about 7 hours for bacteria to eat away at the tails, that places time of ejaculation at around 2am. But Kristy's death was at around 6am. Grissom: Well, that suggests a lag between ejaculation and Kristy's murder. But that doesn't disprove Nick's presence at the time of the homocide. Catherine: You could be a little more supportive.

(Looking at Nick's sperm) Greg: Nick's little soldiers.

Ecklie: I need a DNA sample from you, Nick. Nick: I assume you're trying to prove Kristy Hopkins and I were sexually active last night. Ecklie: We found a condom, used. Nick: And my DNA will match, no warrant necessary. And I have something else for you. (Nick hands Ecklie a piece of paper with writing on it) I got this off a valet surveillance tape. Ecklie: A license plate number? Nick: Vehicle belongs to Jack Willman. Had a fight with Kristy Hopkins outside the Orpheus last night around midnight. Ecklie: Well, I'll look into it but come on-- your fingerprints, your DNA, that's what's going into evidence. Nick: You just love that, don't you? Ecklie: You think I want to believe a CSI could commit murder? Hell I don't even want to believe that a CSI could sleep with a hooker. Catherine: You know what? Nick's private life... Ecklie: Is no longer private. (beat) Catherine, I'm sorry if you guys don't like where the evidence is pointing. But show me otherwise-- tell me I'm wrong. In the meantime, my hands are tied. I have protocol to follow. (leaves) Nick (to Cath): I hate that guy.

Greg: I would never doubt your word. Catherine: Smart man.

Catherine: I think we'd better head over to the police station. Nick (who is suspected of murdering Kristy): DNA didn't pan out huh? Catherine: Never have I seen such a clean match. Jack Willman killed her. Nick: Thank you. (he hugs her) Catherine: Hey, I'm just doing my job. Besides if they'd sent you to jail I'd get stuck with all your cases. (Nick laughs)

Brass: There's been another fourth of July.

Sara: I ran a Lexis search looking for disgruntled employees, irate customers anyone with a grievance against thrift-right. Grissom: You get any hits? Sara: Norman Stirling -- former manager. Grissom: How disgruntled? Sara: Let go last year. Caused a commotion at HQ. Filed lawsuits against the company. He's been out of work ever since. Grissom: Sittin' around, makin' bombs.