Brass: You're the fifth person I've been forced to hire. We're the number two crime lab in the country. We solve crimes most labs render unsolvable. Now what makes you think you belong here? (Holly glances at Grissom. When it's apparent that he's not going to answer for her, Holly turns back to Brass)
Holly Gribbs: Sir, with all due respect I thought the key to being a lucid crime scene investigator was to reserve judgment until the evidence vindicates or eliminates assumption. (Brass glances at Grissom and smiles) You're prejudging me. I graduated with honors in criminal justice at UNLV.
Brass (flippantly): Yeah, so?
Holly Gribbs: That's not fair.
Brass: Fair? Well, you think putting a juiced-in Lieutenant's daughter on this shift is fair? You know, I've been in the field 22 years. I've seen it
all. I've seen people like you come and go, and you know what? They don't
amount to nothing but headaches and bad press. Dismissed. (Brass takes a seat at his desk)
Holly Gribbs: Fine. (she leaves)
Grissom: Think you got through to her?
Brass: You're scheduled to appear at an autopsy at 12:30 A.M. (Grissom stands up) They're cutting up that bozo who put a hole in his chest. Take her with. I think every new hire should experience an autopsy on their first night. (Grissom leaves)
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