CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

(Leon Sneller is tied to the front of an SUV, and Lady Heather is whipping him) Grissom: Heather! Stop it! Heather: No. Let me finish. (she continues to whip Sneller. She pulls her whip back to continue, but Grissom steps forward and catches the end of the whip. She whirls around and tugs her whip, trying to get it out from Grissom's grasp) Grissom: You cannot do this! Heather: No! Let go! Let-- Grissom: No! Heather: Please ... (she continues to struggle to get the whip free from his grasp) Grissom: Stop. (firmly) Heather. Heather (begging): Please ... Grissom: I'm saying stop. (Lady Heather stops and looks at Grissom. She gasps deep, heaving sobs. Grissom pulls the whip closer, bringing him closer to her Heather cries as Grissom holds her)

Grissom: This isn't a torture chamber. It's a time capsule. Brass: Wolfowitz inherited this place from his parents. Took over the deed about ten years ago. Catherine: Love what he's done with the place.

Catherine (about Zoe): How'd she get from Harvard to here? Brass: Practice, practice, practice...

Catherine: That's Leon Sneller. Grissom: Looks like Wolfowitz, only younger. Catherine: Which explains how I saw and how Lady Heather... did a dead guy? Grissom: Identical twins. Catherine: I thought that she killed him, too. I would've. I mean I wouldn't have slept with him first, but... Grissom: Same DNA. But different prints. So all the DNA we attributed to Wolfowitz could be Sneller's. Catherine: Makes you wonder who's on the autopsy table. Sneller joined the army in 1985 and was stationed at a field hospital in Berlin until about a year ago. At which point I think that he came to Vegas, put his brother on ice, started impersonating him. I know this theory is a little out there but given the evidence it's the only conclusion that makes any sense. Grissom: Occam's Razor, principle of parsimony. If you hear hoof beats think horses, not zebras. Catherine: Given twins... go with twins.

(After the DNA from the condom matched Jacob Wolfowitz) Wendy: I have a question. How do you have sex with the person who killed your daughter? Grissom: Revenge is an act of passion.

Grissom: What are you doing here? Lady Heather: I think I might be able to help you. Grissom: I'm listening. Lady Heather: You would have liked Zoe. She's a lot like you. Thoughtful, pragmatic, patient. She was studying psychology. I appreciate that it might have been difficult to have someone like me as a mother. But if I stressed anything it was empowerment and independence. So when she called me last year from Boston, to tell me that she was pregnant with her therapist's baby, I got angry. Not with her but with him. He violated an oath. Not only was he married but she was a patient. A junior in college with her whole life in front of her. Grissom: And you didn't want him to screw it up. Lady Heather: I called the AMA, filed a complaint. They revoked his license. Zoe stopped speaking to me. Grissom: Did she have her baby? Lady Heather: Your coroner couldn't confirm. (she reaches into her bag and pulls out a baggie with a condom in it and gives it to Grissom) I assumed you might need a DNA sample from Mr. Wolfowitz. Grissom: How did you get this? Lady Heather: The rage was stronger than the repulsion. People have used sex for less worthy causes. Grissom: When did you... Lady Heather: Last night, you may not approve, Grissom, but you can't arrest me for sleeping with him. He was consenting. I am playing by your rules but if I had it my way this guy would die the same way my daughter died. Grissom: He's already dead. Lady Heather: What? Grissom: He's been dead for two days. Lady Heather: That's not possible.

(After she was at a suspect's house and got caught by Nick and Warrick) Grissom: Are you and Mr. Wolfowitz acquainted? Lady Heather: No. Grissom: Then why were you at his house? Lady Heather: Breaking and entering. Grissom: Is that why we found this etching in your handbag? Lady Heather: Yes. Grissom: Why? Lady Heather: Multiple reasons. Grissom: Which are? Lady Heather: You told me Zoe was having tests done at Betz. I found out who oversaw the tests-- Mr. Wolfowitz. He lives close to where you found Zoe. If I'm caught stealing he may want the police to investigate. Grissom: However if he refuses to press charges... Lady Heather: I'd have to ask myself what kind of person would do that. Grissom: Someone with something to hide. Lady Heather: Precisely. Grissom: So why, uh, steal this? Lady Heather: It's one of the earliest illustrations in the Romulus and Remus myth. It's printed from a plate. It must be worth thousands. Grissom: So? Lady Heather: Well, it looks like a page from a book. I find people that don't respect books have a general disregard for keeping things whole. Grissom: So you think he stole it? Lady Heather: I think a pencil pusher in a pharmaceutical lab couldn't afford it. Grissom: Even if all this is true, we still don't know if he killed your daughter. Lady Heather: Too many coincidences. Grissom: You have to stay away from him. Lady Heather: You forfeited the right to give me advice some time ago. But thank you.

Warrick: Now who's gonna have a plant that smells like decomposing flesh? Nick: Someone who's trying to cover up the real deal. LVPD. Warrick: You smell a warrant? Nick: Well, we can look but not touch. (they see a pretty big cooler in the garage) Warrick: I'm in if you're in. Nick: Well, now, here's a real catch-22. We open it up, find something probative, we can't use it. But we can't find something probative.. Warrick: ...Unless we got the warrant to open it. Nick: Yeah. Warrick: That's funny, you don't strike me as the delayed gratification type. Nick: I'm not, Grissom is. Warrick: Right. (sees some weird looking plants) These are some freaky-lookin' plants. Nick: Yeah it's all about genetic modification.

(Looking in the desert for the victim's hand) Warrick: A hand in the desert is worth two in the bush. Nick: Well, right now a hand is all we have to go on. Warrick: Okay, Grissom.

Doctor: You'd be surprised at the amount of people that want a pharmaceutical lullaby. Catherine: No... I wouldn't.

(At the victim's house Grissom is looking at her books and reads a title that's in German) Brass: Nothing sounds good in German.

Brass: The Jane Doe is Zoe Kessler. Her mother identified her as her estranged daughter. I did a DMV check and I got the vic's last known address. Grissom: Good. I'll come with 'ya. Brass: There's something you should know. The mother's a friend of yours. Grissom: Who's that? Brass: Lady Heather. (Grissom looks up at him)

(About Captain Jack, who has an eye patch) Nick: Where you at right now? Sara: On the train to crazyville. Nick: You get a peek under the patch? Sara: No. No. I uh, left that for the doctor. (the doctor exams Jack) Do you think he's crazy or...? Doctor: I think he's been lobotomized. I wanna do a CT scan to confirm but in the 30's and 40's lobotomies were often done via the eye socket. Nick: Right. Right. But lobotomies, they're not a common practice today? Doctor: Hardly.

Wendy: Yeah, but this gets so much weirder because that dried up eyeball, it actually belonged to somebody else. Sara (deadpanned): What? Wendy: Yeah, the vitreous fluid from her eyeball shows she has only been dead for a day; but the DNA from the other eyeball is well, male, and it seems to have been separated from its owner for about a week. So, (Sara looks disturbed) I ran it through CODIS, and the eyeball belongs to Jack Landers, a convicted sex offender. Sara: Would sticking your eyeball in a woman's eye socket constitute a sex offense? Wendy: Well, rape is defined by putting an unwanted foreign object into a genital opening. So sexual... no ... Sara: But offensive... yeah.

Nick: Look's like they starved her to death first. Brass: Well, Jesus fasted in the desert. Grissom: Yeah, but he had a choice. Nick: No clothes, no shoes, no hair. Brass: Maybe her dome is shaved because she spent some time in the pen. Nick: No right hand either. Could have been disarticulated by a wild animal. David: Do you mind if we just scoop and run? The conditions are bad. Brass: The only wild animal is the one who left her out here. Grissom: Yeah, David. Tire tracks, shoe prints all they are is... Brass: Dust in the wind. Grissom: It looks like she was branded. Brass: Emaciated, bald and numbered. What does that remind you of?