CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Grissom: A penny for your thoughts? Langston (points): He was sitting right there. He was looking at me, I was looking at him. All I saw was another student. Grissom: That's all I saw. Langston: I guess I'm tired of getting fooled. Grissom: People lie, Professor. The only thing that we can count on is the evidence. Langston: Thank you for letting me help. It was... Well, it was something that I really needed to do. (starts to walk away) Grissom: Hey... I don't know if you'd have any interest, but we have a job position open in our lab. Langston: You're serious? (Grissom nods) I can't imagine myself as a cop. Grissom: We're not cops. We come from a wide variety of backgrounds. You're a medical doctor, you're totally qualified. It's an entry level position, the hours are terrible, the pay is bad. Langston: But money's not exactly the object, is it? Grissom: I think that you'd be a great help to CSI and you might really enjoy it. Langston: I'll think on it.

Haskell: Professor Langston, how good to see you. What brings you here? Langston: I came to gloat. (sets photos on the table) Please, come in, Nate. ... We got these from a videotape of one of your kills. It's hard to believe, isn't it? Now, in all fairness, you did say that only dummies take souvenirs. And Gerald Toliver was a pretty dumb guy, maybe that's why Tom Donover killed him. You know, I've been thinking that maybe, that's the reason Tom Donover decided to follow in your footsteps, and carry on your work. ... Anyway, none of that really matters now, because (starts laying out more photos) as you can see, we found your house in Lake Mead. And we have Tom and the girl, she's alive. Haskell: Then what do you need me for? Langston: Closure. You once told me you've been thinking about it a lot, well I've been thinking about it, too. I need you to tell us where the girl's bodies are buried, Nate. Haskell: I see. So you're working with that cop now? Langston: We're gonna find them eventually, you know that. We'll dig, we'll dredge the lake, we'll tear that house of yours down to the studs if we have to. Now, why don't you save us the trouble? Tell us what we need to know. Look, maybe I could get something out of it for you. Haskell: Like what? You gonna reduce two consecutive life terms down to one? Langston: Like maybe I could guarantee that this isn't the last conversation that you'll have with someone who isn't shoving your food through a hole in the door. I promise you, Nate, you don't tell me what I need to know and the only person who will hear the sound of your voice again is gonna be you. Haskell: ... You follow the fence in the backyard. Langston: To where? Haskell: To where, what? There is no fence in the backyard. ... You thought you could make me slip up again and give you somethin' you want. You thought that you could get inside of my head? A person has to do what I've done to understand me. You have no idea what I've started. I'm a teacher, too. My students are everywhere, they're out there. I'll cut them free, I'm spreading the word, by the time you find them it'll be too late and there will just be more blood on your hands. Langston: Get him out of here. Haskell: She's already dead. Langston: Get him out of here!

Grissom: Have Archie pull stills of the house, get 'em to every local unit in the area and have them check with real estate offices, see if anybody can reconize it. Langston: Reconize what? A house with a window in it? Marueen Masters is running out of time and the only person who can get us to where she is, is Nate Haskell. Catherine: This is the most fun Haskell's had in a decade. He's not going to help us, it's a waste of time. Langston: What we're doing now is a waste of time.

Catherine (on the phone): Hey, Henry, it's Catherine. Grissom said that you were testing tissue samples from the DJK victims for the presents of some incapacitating agent? Henry: Uh, yes. Actually, I just finished. Dr. Langston was right. They all showed high levels of... Catherine: Salvia divinorum? Henry: Usually Grissom does that. Are you buckin' for a promotion? Catherine: Yes or no, Henry? Henry: Uh, sorry. It's an intense hallucinogenic, it'll knock you on your ass for ten or fifteen minutes. (Catherine hangs up)

Hodges: Well, this feels familiar. You, me, a serial killer. ... Who's he? Grissom: Dr. Ray Langston, he's a consultant on the Dick and Jane case. Hodges (to Langston): We usually don't need a consultant. When the team gets a case like this, we go into hyperdrive. That's why we get up in the morning. I can't imagine my life without it. (Grissom makes a face at him)

Tom (to Maureen, after she tries to escape): The only way through that door is to break it down. I've locked us both in here on purpose. There are a few windows around, you could probably try those but that would be dangerous because I would shoot you in the back of the head.

Catherine: You know, if you're already a serial killer's accomplice, why take a class on serial killing? Greg: Maybe because he screwed up with Ian and Justine, big time.

Grissom: You ever have the feeling that you were being watched? Even in a crowded room, someone making eye contact with you just for a second, triggers a powerful response. It's the brain filtering through a mass of visual information, telling you what's important. Catherine: Yeah, like which predator wants to eat you. Grissom: If Haskell was communicating with someone in this class, I'm betting that they made eye contact with each other, more than once.

Langston: Dr. Grissom, I don't like feeling like an accomplice to murder, you told me you'd keep me in the loop and I intend to keep you to that. Grissom: You don't have to. I've arranged with the lab to retain your services as a special consultant. We need all the good brains that we can get. What do you think? Langston: Oh, I'm in.

Grissom: I need a favor. It's something that you're gonna have to clear with the Sheriff. Ecklie: What do you have bugs in my office? Grissom: No. I have bugs in my office. Ecklie: What? Grissom: What are we talking about? Ecklie: Sheriff Burdick is reorganizing the department, from now on the crime lab will report directly to him. ... He just made me the new Undersheriff. Grissom: Congratulations, Conrad. And I have a great idea for your first official act. (the shot is of with Grissom and Langston, Grissom made Ecklie have Langston help on the case)

Greg: Griss, I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you puttin' me out in the field. Grissom: I'm sure there were times you wished I probably didn't. Greg (laughs): Well, it changed my life.

Nick: Strange time to be star gazin' don't 'ya think? Grissom: Ansel Adams often forgot when he took his photographs, so a bunch of astronomers tried to figure it out by using the image itself. By referencing the moon's position in relation to known landmarks, and lunar tables, they were able to determine the date and time the photos were taken. I thought that we could reverse the science. (picks up the video tape) We know when this was made. Maybe the moon can tell us where. Nick: Forensic astronomy? (they both share a chuckle) I will never forget the things you've taught me. Grissom: You're the best student I ever had, Nick. (Nick is clearly touched) Let's see if we can figure this out.