CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Dr. Hillridge: Mr. Grissom. You're looking grim. I'm afraid I don't have a supplement for that. Grissom: We found blood in your kitchen blender. The lab has matched it to the dead jogger. Dr. Hillridge: It had to happen eventually. Grissom: Why? Dr. Hillridge: You're the scientist. I should have thought you'd figured that out. Grissom: I haven't. Dr. Hillridge: Think of the bugs, Grissom. Cycle of life. Angels versus insects. When we die the fable we tell ourselves is we go toward a white light and angels. But you and I both know the hard reality is that insects arrive immediately and begin turning us back to earth. Grissom: Yes. But the insects haven't killed anyone. Dr. Hillridge: No. But they'd die if they didn't have bodies to feed off of. And so will I. ... Porphyria. Grissom: The madness of King George. Dr. Hillridge: Or the Legend of the Vampire. Which makes it a real hard disease to have. But it's real for me. Grissom: It's genetic. Dr. Hillridge: The only thing my father ever gave me. The first time it presented was after a minor sunburn. My lips receded -- so did my gums. I increased my glucose intake and I was fine ... for a while. I began a drug regimen but they only treated the symptoms. I had my spleen removed because it absorbed my blood. But nothing helped. Lesions started forming on my face. That's when I bought my first dog. Bullets and poison leave residue in the blood. Dogs kill clean. Imagine what I'd look like by now without them. Grissom: You could've tried intravenous hematin. Dr. Hillridge: Human blood is the richest source of heme. Grissom: And so you extracted the organs with the most blood-- the liver, the spleen, the heart. Dr. Hillridge: If you lock me up, I'll go mad. Grissom: Unfortunately, a symptom of your condition. But you've been killing people, doctor. Dr. Hillridge: I'll die in prison. Grissom: Yes, but the people you'd be feeding off of will still be alive. Cycle of life.

Sara: The only person who could have done it, then is the person that was in the car with her, the mother. Catherine: Her eyes were pointing in the wrong direction. Sara (shakes her head): I'm sorry. What? Catherine: Carla Dantini was looking left when she told me about the accident. When a person is remembering, they look right and when they're creating, they look left. Sara: And by creating, you mean fabricating. Neurolinguistics programming, human behavioral science. Catherine: Call Brass and tell him to meet us at the mother's house.

Catherine: You're going to enter this as a homicide, right? Doc Robbins: Technically, it's somewhere between accidental and undetermined. Catherine: It's a homicide. I'm going to get your proof. So write down that "accidental" in pencil.

Grissom: You said that you were a doctor. May I ask your specialty? Dr. Hillridge: Nutrition. My patients are mostly professional athletes. Grissom: Do you ever consult with amateur athletes? Like marathoners? Dr. Hillridge: You mean like that jogger? What was his name? Grissom: Terry Manning. Dr. Hillridge: Doesn't ring a bell. And I'm very good with names, Mr. Grissom. You'll let me know when I can pick up Simba. Grissom: You're assuming a lot. Dr. Hillridge: So are you.

Grissom: Catherine. (Catherine looks at Grissom and doesn't say anything. He notices that she walked out of his office) What are you doing? Catherine: The carnival case. I'm taking it. Grissom: The carnival case? Catherine: A six-year-old girl died on a ride at the carnival over on Washington. The paperwork's on your desk. Grissom (nods and glances at his office behind her) : Did you straighten up my office while you were in there? Catherine: You think I overstepped? ... These people come to town, they commit crimes and they leave. I just want to get there before the carnival moves on. Grissom: Okay. Take Sara with you. Catherine: She's meeting me there.

Dr. Hillridge: You have one more question. How could I consume raw organs? Not morally -- aesthetically. I dried them and ground them into powder. Grissom: Protein powder. Dr. Hillridge: You want an empirical experience? There's a fresh shake in my fridge. (protein powder shake made from human organs) Det. O'Riley: Let's go. Officer? (an officer leads Dr. Hillridge away) She is nuts, right? Grissom: She's a cold blooded killer.

Catherine: So you did the tox screen on my carny? Greg: Roger that. You know, I have seen guys drink, like, five gallons of water to try and dilute their urine. It's the old straight flush. But all bad boy Sanders has to do is just test their specific gravity and-- blammo! -- I can still catch their toxic butts. Catherine: Mm-hmm. So? Greg: So your guy didn't do that. Catherine: Great. What did he do? Try and mask it? Greg: No. Catherine: Oh, come on. That creep tested clean? Greg: Yeah. For someone who's on the pill.

Nick: Man, do you turn it on like this at your seminars? Grissom: People actually pay to go to my seminars, Nick. We've I.D.'d the dog. Nick: Well, if he's got bits of jogger hanging out of his mouth, cuff him.

Greg: You know, most dogs have 42 teeth but, as you've discovered, your Cujo only has 41. Woof-woof. Grissom: Did you ever hear a dog say "woof-woof," Greg? I mean, what is the origin of that? And what do we sound like to them, I wonder. Greg: I don't know. Probably blah, blah, blah.

Catherine: Oh, before you came to Nevada you should have looked up the law. Mandatory drug testing wherever there's been an accident. Pee now, and don't tell me you're shy. (to an officer) Stay on him. Sara: Mandatory drug testing? Catherine: Yeah, well, there should be.

(Nick and Warrick are collecting dog scat) Warrick: This sucks! But it's evidence, right? Nick: No, hair and fiber is evidence, Warrick. This is combat duty.

Warrick: Mountain lions are brutal. Grissom: And smart... this one evidently knows how to use a scalpel.

(Grissom admits to a mistake) Grissom: What? Nick: Well, it's just that most people don't admit to being wrong. Grissom: I'm wrong all the time. That's how eventually I get to "right".

(Catherine and Sara have just seized a carnival as evidence and Sara is grinning madly) Catherine (annoyed): What? Sara: Well, this is fun. Catherine: As opposed to...? Sara: A more scientific approach.

Dr. Hillridge: Tell me, Mr. Grissom, how does a man choose death as his profession? Grissom: It chose me, actually. Dr. Hillridge: I guess one man's corpse is another man's candy. Care for a sip of folacin?