CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Sara: I bet you really liked high school. Nick: Yeah playin' football, chasin' girls, books when I wanted to learn somethin', what's not to like? Warrick: Hey, guys. Nick: Hey. Warrick: This is Darcy, my wife Tina's niece. Sara: Hey, Darcy. (Darcy kinda waves) Nick: Yeah, you were right she's about Hannah's size. Warrick: More or less. Darcy: Stop talkin' about me. (Warrick pulls an earbud out of her ear) Hey, that was the best part! Warrick: That's what the pause button is for. It's time to work, it's child labor day. (Sara laughs)

Hodges: Ah, teen lust. It starts with some chemistry, mess around with some biology. (Nick and Sara give each other looks) And once you have some experience under your belt then you introduce the physics. Apparently chivalry is not dead. The bloody fingerprint tested positive for nonoxynol spermicide. Nick: So much for the boyfriend. Sara: If we can't pin this on Hannah or Marlon they could both walk. Hodges: You could flip a coin.

Mandy: Twelve year old killer, huh? Nick: Starting to look that way. Mandy: I bet that Grand Theft Auto had something to do with it. Nick: Mmm, I don't know, I don't think Hannah is the video game type. Mandy: You never know. Between you and me, I actually think it's a ton of fun.

Sara (reading what was written on Hannah's dress): Rainbow party? Nick: Yeah, it's a party game where the boys get the girls to wear different colored lipsticks while they have oral sex. The boy with the most colors wins. It's supposed to be trendy. Sara: So much for spin the bottle.

Mrs. West: You have to understand my child is not capable of murder. Sofia: I assume you mean Hannah. Mrs. West: Of course. Sofia: Well, Marlon is your child too.

(About the sodium she put in the shower head, that inadvertently caused Stacy to die) Sara: You miscalculated. Hannah (coldly): I guess I did.

Hannah: You don't think I could have done it. Either one of you. Sara: That's a big job...for a little girl. Hannah: Not if you have the right tools. Sara: Smart kid like you, knows your brother is suffering, you feel bad, you wanna help...so you fabricate some evidence. Hannah: Uh, if you thought the evidence was fake I wouldn't still be in jail. (Sofia and Sara both give each other looks knowing that Hannah is right) Don't you wanna know why I did it?

Sofia (to Hannah): Two confessions: One crime. We don't get that a lot.

(About Stacy) Sofia: She even took a public virginity pledge with some of her classmates. Did they have those in your high school? Sara (deadpanned): No.

Sara: Do you have any physical evidence that would conclusively rule Hannah out as a suspect? Nick: Well...yeah. She's four-foot three and sixty-five pounds. The crime just required more strength than she's got. Catherine: How old is she? Nick: Twelve. Warrick: In high school? Nick: She's a high school senior. She skipped six grades. She's a prodigy. Sara: Which means that she has the brains for murder.

Professor: There is no way that Hannah could have done it.

Sara: Hey there. Hannah: Did you come to say bye? Sara: No, actually you and I are going to be seeing a lot of each other. If you thought the DA wouldn't prosecute a twelve year old for murder, you were wrong. He wants justice for Stacy and her family. Hannah: Of course, he's a total linear thinker. Most of you guys are. Mrs. West: Shame on you Miss Sidle. Come on, Hannah, you don't need to listen to this. Hannah: Mom...just give us a second. (her mom walks away) You were saying? Sara: Here. (she goes and sits on the bench and Hannah stands in front of her) Hannah with your gifts you could have done anything you could have wanted and you picked murder, you can't take that back. Hannah: You're worried how I'm gonna turn out? Sara: Of course I am. I know it seems like a really long time but...in five years all the Stacy's of the world would have been behind you. Hannah: Let me guess? You were a smart kid in school, maybe you feel that we're a little bit alike? Sara: There aren't many people like you. Hannah: That's what my parents always say too. The last four months all they cared about was the effect of the trial on me not Marlon. It's been that way ever since I was 14 months old and was spelling words with plastic letters. It's so unfair and nobody ever sees it. He doesn't deserve to go to jail. If I get convicted, what's the worst case scenario? I mean, I'll be out in five years with an undergraduate degree. There's no Son of Sam law in Nevada. That was ruled unconstitutional, so I'm free to write a book about all of this. (Sara is staring opened mouthed at her, shaking her head) The story will be worth millions. Freaks are always good box office. Sara (still shocked): You're not a freak. Hannah: When was the last time you had to sit down to be eye level with a murder suspect who was standing up? Sara: Hannah you are smart. Hannah: So I've been told. Sara: But you are not smart enough to get away with murder. Hannah: I think I am. A lot of people are smart enough to get away with murder. You probably are too, but you have to be really smart to get people to think that something happened that never did. Sara (deadpanned): What do you mean... exactly? Hannah: Please don't worry about me, I'm gonna be fine. (Sara is staring at her completely shocked and Hannah leans in close to her ear and whispers) I didn't kill Stacy, Marlon did. (Hannah walks away, leaving Sara looking completely shocked)

D.A: I asked you guys to rule out one suspect...now we have three. Nick: If he's willing to talk I'd say we caught a break. Sara: The father's gonna sue. D.A.: Ooh, I'd put money on that.

Darcy: So did I help the dead girl? (the CSIs look at each other sadly)

Sara: Shared bathroom... very Brady.

Warrick: You rang. Catherine: I got the DNA results from the blood on Hannah's sweater. Warrick: Stacy? Catherine: Hannah. Warrick: So, she fabricated evidence and put her own blood on the shirt. Catherine: Maybe, maybe not. I mean, the soil was consistent with the dump site. Hannah could have been at the scene. She could have cut herself burying the body. Warrick: Or she could have gone back to the field any time in the last four months and rubbed her shirt in the same kind of dirt. Catherine: And counted on us to make the match? (Warrick shrugs) Well, that's just plain scary smart. I mean, my daughter is a few years older than her and the most important thing on her mind right now is how much belly-button to show off at the mall...I never thought I'd be grateful for that.

Hodges: Does that make Doogie Howserette our killer? Nick: Nah, I kinda doubt it. Hodges: Don't be so sure. It's not easy. Nick: What isn't easy, Hodges? Hodges: Being profoundly gifted. Knowing that everybody knows that you're always ten steps ahead of them. It's a lot of pressure. (Nick gives him a look, and starts walking away) Some days you just feel like you're going to snap. Nick: I know the feeling.