CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Nick: How do you know all this crap? Grissom: It's our job to know stuff.

Grissom (while looking at a hole in the carpet): Nice swatch, Nick. Pizza box sized.

Catherine: Wait a minute. Uh, you-you can't give him the Holly case. I mean, all due respect, Nick. I want this one. Grissom: Nicky is the only one that didn't have any personal contact with Holly. I don't want you on this, Cath. Catherine: Why? Grissom: Because you're emotionally involved. Catherine: Yeah. She was going to walk. I convinced her to stay. If anyone's to blame here, it's me, and I want this case. (Catherine grabs the assignment sheet from Nick) Fire me. Grissom: I'm not firing anybody. Look. I know we're pulling a double. We're on edge 'cause of Holly. I just want everyone to stay calm and to do their jobs for the next ten hours. And for now, we're short of help. So I'm bringing in Sara Sidle to give us a hand. Catherine: Sara Sidle? Warrick: Who's that? Grissom: She's a CSI out of San Francisco. She's a friend of mine; someone I trust. She's going to handle our internal investigation and I want to keep this in-house. I don't want I.A. involved. (Nick nods and Catherine shakes her head) Catherine: Great, that's just what we need: somebody sniffing around.

(Sara walks into the break room. Catherine's inside, leaning against the counter, her hands rubbing her temples) Sara: Mind if I get a soda? (Catherine looks at her confused. Sara indicates the refrigerator behind Cathierine) Catherine: Oh, yeah. Sorry. (moves) Sara: You want one? (holds out the soda) Catherine: Is there anything in there with alcohol? Sara: Root beer. Catherine: No.

(Warrick is sitting at the counter holding a cup of coffee. Sara sits next to him) Sara: You were playing $100 on every spot. You have a system? Warrick: I'm counting cards. Sara: Isn't that illegal? Warrick: Not if you do the math in your head. Sara: You play anything else? Warrick: I bet sports from time to time. Sara: So...let me get this straight. You were assigned by Brass to shadow a trainee, a robbery comes up on M.L.K, and you go for coffee. Warrick: An officer was there. Sara: So, you felt safe to leave? Do you know the policies and procedures for clearing a scene? Warrick: Yes. Sara: Then, why'd you leave? I mean, what was so important that you had to rush out of there? Warrick: I told you. I went for coffee. Sara: Was that before or after you made your bets? Sunday...Vegas...NFL football... guy like you...come on, you trying to tell me that you didn't make a little pit stop? (Warrick doesn't say anything) Look at me. Did you log on...tell dispatch where you were going? Warrick: Do you know how many times I've been left alone at a crime scene when I was a rookie? Sara: Yeah, well, this time is different. Warrick: Yeah, why's that? Sara: Holly Gribbs died on the operating table twenty minutes ago. (Warrick turns to look at Sara, shocked by the news. He's absolutely stunned)

Grissom (looking at the victim): Was he in town with anybody? Detective Barns: His girlfriend. She's upstairs in police custody. Do you want to talk to her? Grissom: Not yet. Right now, I want to talk to him. Detective Barns: How do you talk to a dead body? (Grissom moves in closer to the body and kneels down to look at it) Grissom: I let him talk to me, actually. (he pulls off his dark glasses and reaches out for something next to the body) In fact, he just spoke. Didn't you hear him? He just told me that he didn't commit suicide. (Grissom holds up a pair of broken glasses) Detective Barns: No. You- you lost me. Grisson: This guy fell to his death wearing prescription eyeglasses. Jumpers take their glasses off. Detective Barns (laughs): You can tell all that just by looking at a pair of eyeglasses? Grissom: You have no idea.

Catherine (at the morgue about to get DNA from Holly's body): You didn't have to come. Grissom: I know. I wanted to. In case you need me. Catherine: I probably do. But this is something I'd rather do alone. Grissom: Fifteen seconds, you're in, you're out we make a DNA match and it's over, okay? Catherine (nods): Okay.

Grisssom: They say I have to let you go. You violated the policies and procedures for clearing a scene. I read Sara's report. Warrick: I know. I messed up. And Holly's dead. I'm sorry, Gil. Grissom: I'm sorry, too. I don't want to do this. Warrick: You got to. You know where I was? Grissom: I think I have a pretty good idea. Warrick: I went to lay a bet. I didn't even think I was doing anything wrong. Never occurred to me. Grissom: It never occurred to me, either. You know what? If I let you go I got to let me go, too. And Catherine ... and Brass. We're all culpable in this. I don't care what the book says. I lost one good person today. I don't want to lose another ... here. (Grissom hands Warrick his badge and his gun) Warrick: I won't let you down again.

Nick: Can I ask you a question? Jamie: Sure. Nick: How are you so cool? You took someone's life. Don't you care? Jamie: No. Grissom: Deputy, we're going to have her arrested. Jamie (to Grissom): So, could I ask you a question? Grissom: Maybe. Jamie: All that stuff you rattled off. How'd you know about all that? Grissom: Your boyfriend told me.

Grissom: Alright, Nick. Standing by for operation Norman. Let him fly. (Nick throws three dummies off of the roof, after each dummy thrown the crowd applauds) Grissom (to Crowd): Yes, yes. (takes a photo of the first dummy, to himself) "Norman pushed." (takes a photo of the second dummy) "Norman jumped." (takes a picture of the third dummy) "Norman fell." Sara: Wouldn't you if you were married to Mrs. Roper? (smiles) Grissom: I don't even have to turn around. Sara Sidle. Sara: It's me. Still tossing simulation dummies? There are other ways to tell, you know? Grissom: How? Computer simulation? No thanks. I'm a scientist I like to see it. Newton dropped the apple, I drop dummies. Sara: You're old school. Grissom: Exactly. And this guy was pushed.

(Brass gets demoted to homocide which puts Grissom in charge) Grissom: You got any advice for me? Brass: Yeah, cover your ass; and hide. They're all yours, pal.

Grissom: God Sara, I have so many unanswered whys. Sara: There's only one why that matters now, why did Warrick Brown leave that scene?

Sara: Do you know where I can find Catherine Willows? Catherine (without looking up): She's out in the field. (Sara looks down at the card in her hand and Cath looks up at her) Let me guess, Sara Sidle? Sara: I know who I am. I think you're a little confused.

(Beeper from the crime scene rings, Cath calls the number) Sara: What are you gonna say? "Hi, I'm a Criminalist. I was in the neighborhood..." Catherine: Shh. It's ringing. Jerrod Cooper (from phone): Hello? Catherine: Oh, hey. Jerrod Cooper: Who's this? I just dialed my own damn beeper. Catherine: It's my beeper now. I found it. Jerrod Cooper: It ain't yours. That's my beeper. I do a lot of business on that beeper. Catherine: What kinda business? Jerrod Cooper: Oh, you know. Slangin' a little somethin' somethin'. Catherine: Oh, a little somethin' somethin'. Or maybe a little bling-bling? Jerrod Cooper: What do you know about a little bling-bling? Catherine: Invite me over to your crib, baby. You might find out. Jerrod Cooper: Three Aces Motel. Room 202. Catherine: Three Aces Motel, room 202. See you soon. (she hangs up, and looks at Sara who was listening) Did I just do that? Sara: So what's a "bling bling"? Catherine: Got me.