CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: Okay, Carl, just tell me what happened. Carl: Lucas and Jason had gotten into it with Jason's grandfather, he'd knock the boys around, they ran to Lucas' house but couldn't get in. So they came to me. I explained to them that hitting wasn't okay, I said: "Jason needed to call his father and tell him what was going on." Grissom: Did you let them use your phone? Carl: They were too upset. When the grandfather pushed Lucas, he hit his head, I gave him a couple of aspirin. Grissom: Well, if he didn't wanna call his mother, why didn't you call? Carl: I couldn't risk it. She might've turned me in. Grissom: So instead, you took them from pizza? Carl: I didn't touch him. I didn't wanna hurt 'em. Grissom: You gave him liquor. Carl: I stopped and bought some whiskey before we picked up the pizza, I was nervous about them being in the car with me, I didn't wanna go back to prison. Grissom: And you wanted to get them drunk. Carl: They-- they just wanted to try it. I gave them a taste. Grissom: It was more than just a taste, Carl. Lucas' blood alcohol level was .16, that's twice the legal limit for an adult. Why didn't you take them home? Carl: They didn't wanna go home, they wanted an adventure. (shows a flashback of them at the golf course) I promised them a dollar for every golf ball that they brought back, Lucas wasn't feeling well, so he stayed in the car with me. Grissom: And you knew that Jason wanted money so he could go to Texas to see his dad, so you bribed him in order to be alone with Lucas. Carl: I didn't molest him! Grissom: Who took his shirt off? Carl: He was hot. Grissom: What were you going to do him once his shirt was off? Carl: It was innocent, he wasn't feeling well. He laid his head in my lap. I touched his hair-- I didn't wanna-- I loved him. I loved Lucas and he loved me. Grissom: Is that what you think? Then why didn't you help him? He told you that he hit his head, he was in pain, he had a concussion, Carl. You must've known that. I'm sure he was dizzy, had no appetite, maybe he was even slurring his words. But you didn't care about that because you wanted what you wanted. His brain was bleeding, now most kids don't die from that because someone who really loves them takes them to the hospital. But instead, you gave him alcohol and aspirin, a lethal combination for his head injury-- it prevented his blood from clotting. (pauses) You killed him, Carl. And you would've killed Jason too. Except he ran away from you and out of your reach. Carl: You're not listening to me. I didn't wanna hurt anyone. I need you to believe me. Grissom: I don't. You had choices, you made the wrong ones and now this little boy is gone.

Warrick (talking about Lucas' tox report, it shows he was drunk, also shows he took aspirin): He probably took the aspirin after he hit his head. Nick: I wonder who gave him that? Warrick: Probably the same responsible adult that gave him the whiskey.

Brass: Any luck with Carl Fisher? Grissom: I don't know, he wants something from me, otherwise he wouldn't still be here.

Carl (looking at pictures of pedophiles): But, these guys aren't killers. Grissom: Who said the boys were dead? Carl: They've been gone a long time. (Grissom gets a text message from Warrick saying "419 Child Found.") Bad news?

Sara: People are so predictable. Greg: Lucky for us.

Sofia: Before I start thinkin' you killed those boys, why don't you tell me what happened? Terrance Crowley: I was defending myself. Sofia: Against a pair of sixth-graders? Terrance Crowley: You damn right.

Terrance Crowley: I love my son, but he didn't do right by Jason. Sofia: So you thought you'd beat respect into him? Terrance Crowley: I don't need a lecture on how to discipline my own grandson. That's the trouble with parents today, they afraid of their own kids! Sofia: It sounds like they were afraid of you. Terrance Crowley: That's the way it's supposed to be.

Perry Hanson: You better find my kid! And if I were you, I'd start with Dawn's boyfriends. She only dates scumbags and bottom-feeders. At least I've never been in prison. Brass: Well, that could change.

Carl: I've been livin' right the past five years. I haven't gone near a child. I go to a support group every week, I've even lectured social workers on how to recognize sexual predators. Ask my parole officer. Doesn't that count for something? Grissom: I don't know, but it doesn't change anything, does it?

Carl: I've got a masters in English literature, I used to teach high school. Brass: And let me guess, the kids loved you?

Grissom: Okay, then. What would you do (pause) if you were going to take those boys? Carl: I would be studying them. Did they like sports, comic books; do they skip school, have any friends? Good parents, or are they neglected, unhappy, angry? Grissom: And then? Carl: What do you do when you like a woman? It's a game of seduction. Once you know what they like, you make contact. You start slowly, play it cool, especially with boys. It's about building trust. (pause) Like you're doing with me. Grissom: Do you like mushrooms, Carl? Carl: I like all the nightshade vegetables, are you going to buy me dinner? Grissom: We found mushrooms in the backseat of your car. Carl: Is this turning into an interrogation? Grissom: You're free to leave. On the night the boys disappeared, witnesses said that they saw them sitting in a car with a man, eating pizza. Carl: You'd take a date out to a nice steak dinner. Kids would rather have hamburgers or pizza. Grissom: Did you take the kids out for pizza? Carl: No. I'm talking hypothetically. You must be desperate for a suspect, or a scapegoat. Do you need to give the press something to chew on? Grissom: We just found Lucas Hanson's dead body. They're chewing on that. Carl (pause): What about the other boy? Grissom: Still missing. Carl: In my opinion, if someone killed one boy, he'd kill them both.

Sara: Greg's got the Coroner's Inquest coming up. He's been under a lot of stress. Maybe, you could be a little nicer to him. Grissom: I just want to find these boys. Sara: Okay.

(Grissom walks in and shuts off the loud music that is playing from a stereo) Grissom: Didn't we talk about this once before, Greg? Sara: I'm the one who turned the music on. (Grissom and Sara stare at each other for a moment, while Greg looks between them)

Grissom: Are you familiar with Lucas Hanson or Jason Crowley? Carl: No, sir. I'm a convicted pedophile and that would be a violation of my parole. Grissom: Which is it, boys or girls? Carl: Boys. Pre-teen. (pauses) I know what you're thinking. Grissom: No, you don't.

Sara: Well there's tons of these, (Sara indicates some DVD's and games) Spencer's Last Straw, Whiz Kids, Mayhem and McCabe, Secret City. Guy lives in a trailer, drives an old Mercury, he has a ton of expensive DVD's, and video games, there's Gummi Bears, and chips on the floor. House may as well be made of gingerbread.

Hodges (to Greg): Good job, Gashopper.

Brass: Well you know, Carl, sometimes bad things happen to bad people.