CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Warrick: You ever see a barber's chair in Gedda's office? Candy: No, but I heard about one. It's supposed to be Al Capone's. Warrick: Al Capone. Candy: Yeah, but that has to be a rumor. Mob guy with Al Capone's chair -- it's so cliché. Gedda's like the last wise guy left in Vegas. Guess that's his way of keeping his culture alive. Warrick: Scumbags like him don't have culture. Candy: Scumbags like him started Vegas. None of these lights would be here if it wasn't for them.

Grissom: Pay the bill and let's go. Warrick: How'd you know I was here? Grissom: You've been here twice already today. We're leaving. Warrick: Come on, Gris, why don't you sit down and have a drink with us? Grissom: I'm on the clock. Warrick: So am I. Grissom: So you want to get fired. Warrick: No, I want to let them know I'm here. I figured I'd order a couple bottles and not pay for it and see what happens. Grissom: You think he's that stupid? Warrick: It's worth a try. (the waitress slides her tray with the bill over to him) Waitress: Here you go, sir. Warrick: Thank you. (he looks at the bill: 'Compliments of the house') Grissom (dryly): Well, now you gotta pay for it, 'cause we're not allowed to accept gifts.

Undersheriff McKeen: All right, say that I get you the warrant. What are you looking for, something that made armpit bruises? Warrick: The barber's chair in Gedda's office made the armpit bruises. Undersheriff McKeen: I'm agreeing with the judge. (behind Warrick he sees Grissom talking with an officer and shouts) Grissom! Grissom (to the officer): Okay. (the officer leaves and Grissom walks over to Warrick and McKeen) Undersheriff McKeen: You need to save your CSI here. What he has is circumstantial based off of weird bruises and a barber chair. Brown needs to get better evidence and leave the rest in our hands. Warrick: I'm sorry, leave what in your hands -- Gedda's money? (McKeen glares at him, then turns and leaves. Warrick starts to leave, but Grissom grabs his arm) Grissom: Listen to me. Putting Gedda in jail is not gonna solve your problems. You just got the rest of the night off.

Brass: The judge doesn't think the bruises are enough probable cause to issue a warrant. Warrick: What judge? Brass: Greene. Warrick: When I was running bets for Judge Cohen, she was in on the action. Brass: I have no comment. Warrick: You know, these club owners -- they pay a lot of taxes; they fund campaigns; they hand out free drinks, all in exchange for protection. I mean, what can I do? Brass: Go to the undersheriff, see if he can use his influence. But I doubt it.

Warrick: I ran Pigalle's address to find out if there are any more crimes linked to it over the years. I found hundreds: 416s, 413s, 411s ... the list goes on. Grissom: Any consistent suspects? Warrick: Only thing consistent is that the victims refused to file charges and the witnesses refused to give statements. And it's funny enough the cops lost interest in pursuing it. Grissom: What are you saying? Warrick: I'm saying it looks like Gedda is running an old school extortion racket, and you can't do that without having cops on the payroll.

Warrick: I have a good feeling he works for Gedda. Grissom: Yeah, but we don't work off feelings, do we?

Greg: Regal Sanitation was owned by Anthony Pezzulo. I'm studying mob history for a book I'm writing. Warrick: Pezzulo? Wasn't he the mob boss who owned the Starfly? Greg: They called Pezzulo "Whacko," not so much for his wacky personality as for his love for whacking guys. Grissom: Until he himself got whacked at the Wisconsin Dells in 1983. Every mob-owned business in Vegas shut down when Pezzulo died. Warrick: These scumbags like roaches. Just when you think they're gone, they pop back up again.

Warrick: Hey, Gris, listen. About me being late ... Grissom: You have a cell phone paid for by the department. You call, you say you're running late. What's going on with you? Warrick: I don't know. This, uh ... this whole divorce has taken the wind out of my sails. You know, I used to have the team to distract me from all this, but even that's changed with Sara being gone. I feel kind of disconnected. Grissom: You've got your work. Don't screw that up.

Warrick: Hey, Gris, I'm sorry I'm late. I had some business to take care of. Grissom: This is your business. You were first up. That means you're supposed to be here first.

(Looking at parrot in one of the victim's houses) Nick: Did you see anything?

Nick: No I'm not gonna let it go, men. (Nick throws Warrick's pills and he confronts him) You need to take a look at yourself, Warrick. (pause) And I care because I'm your friend. (long pause) Warrick (nods and smiles): Yeah. Nick: All right? Warrick: Yeah, yeah.