CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Sofia: Where have you been for the past few weeks? Tad Sidley: Tijuana, L.A., quick stop in Santa Barbara. Just got back this morning. Sofia: Any idea how your gym membership got into a dead man's pocket? Tad Sidley (chuckles): No. I'm sorry, I didn't even know it was missing. I'm-I'm not exactly big on the weights, you know? Look, uh ... I'm late for a movie. You mind if I get out of here? Sofia: Sure. I'd just like to get your cell phone number. Tad Sidley: Gonna ask me out? Sofia: It's just in case I have any further questions.

Larry Smite: Yeah, that's it. That's him. That's your dude. Grissom: That's Tad Sidley. Larry Smite: That was the name on the credit card. Grissom: Is this video from today? Nick: Yeah, I downloaded it myself. Grissom: Well, if that's Tad Sidley, who's in the morgue?

Hodges: Roof trace analysis. Afraid it's not going to be very helpful. Sara: Why? Hodges: Polyethylene plastic. Sara: Compounds used in about a million different products. Hodges: I hope that's not all you got.

Sara: What were you doing on the roof? Jonathan Wax: That's what I do -- Chad's Chimney Sweeps. I clean fireplaces and chimneys. I was out at that Sidley place about a month ago. You can call Chad. I remember that place. Man, that guy had one big-ass chimney. Sara: I don't suppose you saw a body while you were there? Jonathan Wax: Look, I may be an ex-con, but even I would've dialed 9-1-1.

Nick: It's a charred piece of plastic found in chimney guy's pocket. It may be a credit card. I'm trying to get some ID off of it. Greg: That's a gym membership card. Nick: How do you know that? Greg: The logo in the corner -- it's Burt's Gym -- I belong to the one on Flamingo. Nick: Oh, yeah? You, uh ... been pumping iron there, Greg? Greg: Yeah, a little, uh ... Muy Thai. It's competitive kickboxing. Gotta balance weights with cardio, you know what I mean? Nick: Yeah, okay, thanks. Anyway, I'll, uh, check it. Maybe I can get a membership name. Greg: Oh, you won't. Member names are printed in black ink. VSA only brings out the colors. Nick: Oh. Maybe it'll help us clear up the photo. (works on the photo and comes up with a picture) Nice.

Tad Sidley: Hi, Dad. I heard everything. Martin Sidley: Tad! Son! You're... Tad Sidley: Yeah, I'm not dead; you're dead to me.

Don Fitzgibbons (sobbing): Look, I wish I could say that I was sorry for that trouble that I put you through. The petty crimes that I've committed. But I didn't hurt anyone...and Martin Sidley is behind bars and my daughter is getting her funeral. And that's all I wanted. Catherine: I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we couldn't find your daughter without your help.

Don Fitzgibbons: It's true, all of it. Are you going to arrest me? Catherine: You just admitted to murder, I think you know the answer. Don Fitzgibbons: Hold on, I didn't kill anyone. Catherine: The body in the chimney? Don Fitzgibbons: I took the body from Desert Palm hospital, from the morgue. He was already dead. A John Doe. Auto-accident in a stolen vehicle. The car exploded he was burned beyond recognition. Miss Willows, I stole a dead body and I trespassed but that's it. Catherine: And Tad Sidley's ID? Did you place the gym card on the body? Don Fitzgibbons: You're a mother right? Catherine: Yes. Don Fitzgibbons: Why do you think I did it? Catherine: You wanted Martin Sidley to know what it's like to lose a child.

Sara: I know why a John Doe was stuffed down the Sidley's chimney. When you and Warrick were working that missing persons case you couldn't get a warrant and Martin wouldn't let you in right? Catherine: Right. Sara: Don Fitzgibbons tried to gain access to the house through the son... Catherine: But the son wouldn't cooperate. Sara: I think he knew that if the house became a crime scene CSI could get in there. Catherine: Well, it's a logical theory. But to kill someone and stuff him in a chimney in hopes of getting information on your missing daughter?

Warrick: You don't use a bucket of bleach to clean up a paper cut. Catherine: Yeah and you don't get a murder conviction off of a single drop of a victim's blood.

Warrick: Well, hello, Caroline. She was like what 16? Isn't it a felony to purchase pornographic pictures of a minor? Catherine: Well, believe it or not, exceptions are made. For photographs with serious artist or scientific merit. Warrick: Oh yeah these look real scientific to me.

Sara: What are you guys doin' here? Warrick: We were hopin' that you'd invite us to help out with your investigation. Sara: Invite you? Catherine: Warrick and I were lookin' for a missing person about a year ago and we tried to get a warrant to search this residence and the owner denied us access. Sara: Now that it's a crime scene it's fair game if you're part of the investigation. Warrick: You're pickin' up on what we're puttin' down.

Sara: Which means the vic was char-broiled some where else, tossed in the chimney and then smoked.

Catherine: What are you doing? Warrick (using a small knife on the stairs): I'm looking for the tiniest crack between the planks. Y'know, you can scrub blood off the surface but you can't scrub beneath it. (removes a piece of the stairs) We got blood.

Greg: I'll take video spectral anaylsis for 200, Nick.

Nick: Crispy on the outside. Tender on the inside. David: Crispy through and through.

David: Any suggestions on how to proceed? Nick: Wrap and roll.