CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Sam (on the phone with Catherine): When were you gonna tell me about what happened to you and Lindsey? Catherine: It just happened. Who told you? Sam: It's a small town, Catherine. Catherine: Well, I can't talk right now. I'll let you know when we find something out. Sam: Anything you need to tell me, I've got people who deal with this stuff. Nobody gets away with threatening my family.

Catherine: Joe Hirschoff and his partner invested everything they had in the Eclipse. But it went bankrupt before you broke ground. You formed a new corporation to finish the project, leaving those guys with nothing. Sam: Sometimes that's the way it goes in business. Catherine (nods): Uh-huh. O'Brien and Hirschoff lost $20 million, right? O'Brien caved and stuck a gun in his mouth. Hirschoff wants you to pay him back. So, where is he? Sam: I don't know. Catherine: Come on, Sam, this isn't old Vegas anymore. Let the police handle it. Or have you already killed him? (he chuckles. Behind him, we see Joe Hirschoff walking up to them, his right hand hidden behind his back) Sam: I give you my word, no. (Catherine looks at him and realizes he is the guy from the bar. Joe raises his gun at Sam. Catherine reacts. Joe fires twice, hitting Sam in the chest. Sam collapses backward into Catherine's arms)

Catherine: I should've told you, but I didn't want a sermon. I did my own rape kit. Came back negative. Grissom: Thank God. These events have to be connected. We'll check your old cases for possible suspects. I'll ask Ecklie if he can kick in some help from day shift. Catherine: I appreciate that. Grissom: You've got to stay at arm's length, Catherine. Catherine (nods): I-I know.

Catherine: Sam. What are you doing here? Sam: Just wanted to see your face, and I missed you at the implosion party. Catherine: Oh, yeah. I heard about that, um ... I'm sorry I missed that. (Catherine takes Sam's arm and leads him away) Sam: When's Lily get back from her cruise? Catherine: Monday. Sam: How about a family dinner? Catherine: Uh, yeah, I'll call you when she's had a chance to catch her breath. Sam: You know you don't always need a reason to call me. I know you're busy. (he touches his finger to her cheek) I'll see you later.

Sara: Hey, what's going on? Catherine: I may have been roofied and raped. I woke up here. Sara: What? (they start walking) Catherine: I, uh, improvised my own rape kit. I've got pubic combing, nail scrapings, vaginal swab, urine samples ... Sara: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you call it in? Catherine: I called you. Sara: Catherine, doing it yourself is going to make anything that you get inadmissible. Catherine: Yeah, I know procedure. I didn't want an official investigation. I- I just want to know what happened. Sara: Okay, all right. Catherine: Uh ... I got to get this, uh, stuff to the lab. Room 229, it's right up there. Please print it. And keep it between us. Sara: Okay. Catherine: Thanks.

Desk Clerk: Hey. Catherine: Did you see me last night? Desk Clerk: Yeah, you were feeling no pain. Catherine: Who was I with? Describe him. Was he white, black, tall? Hair color, car? Desk Clerk: Look, lady, I get paid not to notice. (Catherine digs into her bag and shows him her ID) Catherine: Who was room 229 registered to? Desk Clerk: Catherine Willows. You used your credit card.

(Looking at Sven's architectural drawings) Sara: If Sven is capable of creating these kinds of 3D renderings, he definitely could have built that miniature. Sofia: Son defending the honor of his mother? Sara: Name that Greek tragedy.

Grissom (looking at Izzy's X-ray): Now, what is this? (Doc Robbins cuts open Izzy's stomach and removes a key) The key to our mystery?

Hodges (taking over the cup from Catherine): Well, thank you, but there is no eating and drinking allowed in the lab. Catherine: It's a urine sample. Hodges: My bad. Catherine: Get it to Tox. And ... (she hands him the tampon) Check this for spermicide. Call me with the results. Hodges: Did you run out of proper swabs? Catherine: Just run it. Hodges: What's the case number? Catherine: Consider this a proficiency exam.

Catherine: Sam! What do you know about what happened to Lindsey? Sam: What do you know about it? Catherine: Who's using us to get to you? This is your granddaughter we're talking about. What the hell do you know? (Sam takes an envelope out of his pocket) Sam: Front desk found this in the quick checkout bin. (Catherine opens the envelope and takes out a photo of Catherine sprawled naked on the motel bed. There's a message: CAN YOU GUESS WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME?) Catherine: "Can you guess what you're going to give me" What does that mean? Who's behind this? Sam: I don't know. This was just found. Same place. (he takes out another envelope, inside is a photo of Lindsey, blindfolded and tied to a chair in an empty room. The message reads: 20 MILLION BY WIRE. #77-889-9000-662. BANQUE ROYALE GENEVA) Catherine: Where is she? Who has her? Sam: I swear, I don't know. Catherine: Like hell! I blame you! I blame you for this! Sam: I never wanted to involve you personally or professionally in any of my business. Catherine: Business? You don't have a business. You're a thug in thousand dollar shoes! (Sam slaps her across the face) Thanks for not disappointing me, Sam.

Sara: Looks like a single blow. Grissom: Sometimes it only takes one hit.

Sara (about the miniature crime scene to Grissom): This is a level of obsession that gives even you a run for your money.

Ecklie: Sara, what do you think? Sara: I (pauses) agree with Grissom. Ecklie: Of course you do. (Grissom and Sara exchange a significant look. Sara mouths "no.")

Sara (while looking at the scale model): I think Malibu Barbie did it. Grissom: Well there must be more to Barbie than just a pretty face, 'cause this is a perfect half-inch scale model of the room. And assuming that the killer is the same person who made the miniature ... Sara: -- it would have taken weeks, maybe even months, to create this kind of detail.