CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Season 9 Episode 1

Pritchard: What happens when we get to the state line? Every cop in Nevada has got a picture of my mug.
McKeen: Don't worry about it. I got a radio on, anything happens, I'll hear about. I'm the undersheriff, remember? Nobody's gonna search my car. In 12 hours you'll sitting on a beach in Mexico sippin' margaritas. (Pritchard points a gun at him, McKeen chuckles)
Pritchard: What's so freakin' funny?
McKeen: What you gonna shoot me goin' 80mph? ... What you think I'd let you get into this car with a loaded gun? (laughs) Just sit back and enjoy the ride

Nick: McKeen's had this hotel room for four days, Pritchard's probably been holed up in here ever since he killed Gedda.
Brass: Pritchard's his problem solver. McKeen's protecting him.
Nick: Not anymore, he killed Warrick and now he needs a fall guy.
Greg: Which makes Pritchard a dead man.

Nick (checking McKeen's phone records with Archie): Whiskey Bend Hotel, that's a place you go to get lost.

Mandy (dusting for prints on the bullets): That is one tiny partial. That's maybe 4mm.
Catherine: So, we got one shot.
Mandy: Yeah, so don't screw it up, right? (she tape lifts the print off of the bullet) Just enough for a comparison.
Catherine: Here, compare it to Pritchard's ten card. (Mandy does so)
Mandy: It's not Pritchard's print.
Catherine: Thank you, Mandy. I need for you to step out.
Mandy: You're kidding, right?
Catherine: No, I'm not. (Mandy leaves and Catherine matches the print to McKeen)

Ecklie: Gil, you take this to the wrong judge and McKeen finds out he's being investigated, he'll stick a fork in all of us.
Catherine: I think that's a risk that we're all willing to take.
Ecklie: Well, all I'm saying is let's be smart about it. Get more evidence.
Nick: We got what we got. Knuckle prints on glass.
Greg: Yeah but knuckle prints can't be individualized, even if we had exemplars, we couldn't exclude Pritchard or include McKeen.
Ecklie: Alright, alright. What about the murder weapon?
Catherine: We dusted for prints, swabbed for DNA, it was wiped clean.
Sara: The gun was evidence in an armed robbery case, right? Was there any ammo with it?
Catherine: No.
Sara: So, if McKeen lifted the gun from evidence, he still had to load it.
Catherine: There were no prints on the magazine.
Sara: What about the bullets?
Ecklie: A .25? We've never gotten prints of a cartridge that small. (next scene is Mandy dusting for prints on the bullets)

Pritchard: Look, you can blame everything on me when I'm in Mexico, but I'm not in Mexico yet.
McKeen: Killing you might just be easier.
Pritchard: Then do it. You shoot me here, then you're going to have a lot of explaining to do. (McKeen cocks his gun) We goin' to Mexico, or what?

McKeen: I told you not to leave the room.
Pritchard: I didn't, scout's honor. Why would I leave the room? I'm tryin' to leave the country.
McKeen: You killed Brown on the way out, I get it. But now you made a mess and I gotta clean it up.
Pritchard: You think I killed Brown?
McKeen: Come on. Who else?
Pritchard: I just framed the guy. Why would I want him dead? I wanted him in jail. If I wanted him dead I woulda shot him in Pigalle, and not gone through all of this freakin' crap.

Grissom: There's no way that McKeen could've heard those shots. So why did he say that he did? He also implied that he saw Pritchard running away from Warrick's car.
Brass: But he never said that it was Pritchard.
Grissom: He led us to believe that though.
Brass (sighs): You know when I first came to Vegas twenty years ago... I haven't thought about this in a while, Jeff McKeen was a detective then. He invited us all up to his cabin at Mt. Charleston, you know, all the new guys, have a barbeque, cook some steaks, have a few drinks, get to know each other. And you know, it was a nice place, but not too nice for detective pay. I mean, my radar's already up I came from Jersey, guys took more than they gave, and they made it an art form, how not to push it, how not to make it showy, you know. And anyway, Jeff is sizing me up, he's sniffing around, telling me how great Vegas is, how great it'd be for my career... But I let him know, without bustin' his balls that I wasn't in a game, that I wasn't for sale and it's a good thing that I took a look around up there at Mt. Charleston because I never got invited again, no more barbeques for me.
Grissom: First witness at the scene is the first suspect, right?
Brass: Right.
Grissom: When I told Warrick that Pritchard framed him, he said that Gedda's mole had to have been higher up on the food chain. If I were McKeen I would worry that Warrick would never let it go.
Brass: Let's say that McKeen saw the interview video. The time that Warrick left the PD to the time that Warrick got killed was like an hour, hour and a half. Is that enough time to frame Pritchard? For all we know Pritchard's not even in Vegas.
Grissom: Yeah, but if Pritchard gets picked up some where else, that gives him an alibi, and McKeen is screwed.
Brass: Unless he knows exactly where Pritchard is.

(Sara and Grissom are watching the DVD of Warrick's custody hearing)
Woman: So what makes you think that you'd be a good father? You were raised by your grandmother. You never even knew your biological father.
Warrick: Which is exactly why Eli needs to know his. Look, the most important thing you need to know about how to raise a child is how give a child love, and I've been loved. He says I've always tried to be a good man, and I've screwed up. And when I have there's always been one man in my life to set me straight. I've learned a lot from him, how to be fair, how to forgive, ... how to be inspired, how to inspire others.
Woman: Sounds like a special person.
Warrick: He is. If I could've picked my own father, I'da picked him. (Grissom is clearly touched and saddened at the same time)

Nick: When I rolled up the passenger side window I found a cluster of impressions on the glass, no ridge structure. So, they're not fingerprints, they're knuckle prints. The stereo was turned down low, the only finger prints on the volume knob were Warrick's. If you've ever ridden with him, you'd know that he'd make your ear drums bleed. (Grissom silently laughs at the memory) So, volume turned down, knuckle prints on the glass, I think the killer knocked on his window.
Grissom: (realizing) Well, Warrick would've never rolled down his window for Pritchard.
Nick: No, no. Not after he just killed Gedda and was trying to frame Warrick for the murder.
Catherine: Are we saying that it's not Pritchard?
Nick: I think we are. ... McKeen. He's the only eyewitness. He's the one that placed somebody that looked like Pritchard in the alley. He's the one that is saying the suspect got into a vehicle with a partial plate that was a match to Pritchard's.

Catherine: According to the log the gun was destroyed last July.
Grissom: Or not. Pritchard stole it from central property.
Catherine: He had to have somebody on the inside to fudge the records.
Grissom: Well, maybe Gedda had another cop on the take, but why would Pritchard kill Warrick with a gun that could be traced back to him.
Catherine: Because he didn't care, he's in the wind.

Undersheriff McKeen: I know that you and Warrick were close, and I don't want you to think that I had it in for the guy.
Brass: Why would I think that, Jeff?
Undersheriff McKeen: I don't know... Maybe I'm feelin' guilty. ... I thought Brown was a bad apple. I was certain that he killed Gedda... And I was wrong. I know it's a little late for apologies but I-I just wanted to tell 'ya.
Brass: Hey, we all have regrets. I thought he killed Gedda, too. ... You know what the last thing that I told him was?
Undersheriff McKeen: No.
Brass: "I hope you remember how lucky you are." Some luck, huh?
Undersheriff McKeen: Thanks.

Sara: Look, maybe I can pick up some of the slack. I know I can't work the case but maybe I can make some of the ... arrangements.
Grissom: That'd be great.
Greg: I'll help you.
Sara: I'd appreciate that.
Nick: You know, since Warrick's grandmother passed, we were the only family that he had. He once told me that he'd like to be buried next to her.
Grissom: I went to her funeral with Warrick. She's buried at the Baptist cemetary on Eastern.
Sara: We're gonna need a key, I guess to his place.
Catherine: I've got one. I... went over to his place and got him some fresh clothes when he was in custody.
Nick: Warrick was right about Gedda and he was right about the department. (looks at everyone then at Grissom) Let's finish this for him.

Grissom: He didn't wanna go, Sara.
Sara (pause): Tell me.
Grissom: I was holding him. ... God, I could feel his life, ... I guess I felt that if I could hold him tight enough, he'd be okay.
Sara: You know that there is no place in the world that he would have rather been at the end. ... He loved you.
Grissom (holding back tears): Yeah, I loved him. (Catherine comes in and sees Sara, Sara walks up to her and hugs her)
Sara (while hugging Catherine): I'm so sorry.
Catherine: It's so good that we can all be together. (Greg and Nick walk in and Sara hugs them both)

Nick (after Catherine finds a gun in Warrick's car): Warrick's service weapon is still in evidence. He didn't carry a backup.
Catherine: It's gotta be the murder weapon.
Nick: Leave the gun, take the cannoli. This was a hit. Look's like Pritchard's been takin' lessons from Gedda.

Nick (after discovering that Warrick's killer was standing outside his car): Why was the window down?
Catherine: I dunno, it was a warm night.
Nick: If he wanted to get some air, why not roll down his own window?

Greg: I.. uh, need to do something.
Grissom: You could, um, pick up Warrick's clothes from the coroner.

Brass: Was it Pritchard that you saw?
Undersheriff McKeen: Uh... I only saw him for a second, it was dark... But uh, who else could it be?
Brass: Okay.

(Grissom finds Sara in his office, Sara hugs Grissom and sobs)
Sara: I got the first flight out.

Grissom: As crime scene investigators, we meet people on the worst day of their lives. They've just lost a family member, somebody they loved, often in a horrible way. A piece of their heart is gone, and will never be replaced. The phrase we're trained to offer them, "I'm sorry for your loss", as we know now, doesn't offer much. Warrick Brown was a young boy when his parents passed away. Much too young to learn that life can be so tragically short. But I think that it taught him how precious life is, and so he lived his life to the fullest, each day as if it was his last day. I was with Warrick on his last day. All the qualities that defined him, his tenaciousness, his deep sense of loyalty, his courage to risk his life for what he knew was right, all those traits were with him on that last day. Just before he died, we were all having breakfast together. Our team. His friends. His family. And Warrick was... he was ... (sobs) I'm going to miss him so much.

Ecklie (arriving at Warrick's crime scene): Gil, how do you wanna handle this?
Grissom: I want us to do this, Conrad. I want Nick and Catherine on the car.
Ecklie (softly): Okay.
Nick: I feel sorry for whoever did this.
Catherine (finishes her phone call and walks over to Grissom and Ecklie): Greg's coming back from the airport, I told him to go straight to the lab. (pauses) We're gonna have to take your clothes to get processed.
Ecklie: I'll drive ya.
Grissom: I'm gonna go with Warrick.