CSI: Miami

(after witnessing Eric and Natalia 'hugging', but Eric was really putting her shoulder back into place) Rick Stetler: Delko. Eric: (chuckles) Stetler. What are you sniffing around about? Rick Stetler: Horatio's got me working to supersede a court order, reclaim your frozen football star's body. Eric: Working with us for a change. Rick Stetler: You are aware of the pending new rules regarding fraternization among officers, aren't you? Eric: You mean 'new' as in different after you and Yelena Salas? Rick Stetler: Things have changed. The county's caving to the state's pressure on the issue of sexual harassment litigation. Eric: You know, that's interesting. Rick Stetler: The department's redefining its policies on fraternization of officers. You would be best served sharing that with the others, in the lab. Eric: Listen, Stetler, if you have something to say to CSI Duquesne or Detective Berkeley, you'd best be served telling them yourself. Rick Stetler: Duquesne and Berkeley? I was talking about you and Boa Vista. But, thank you.

Jake: I can't work this case. Calleigh: Why? Jake: Because you're on it. Calleigh: (chuckles) What are you talking about? Jake: I've just been informed of pending changes in department policy. Calleigh: Are you saying that we can't work a crime scene together because we've been seeing each other? Jake: More like we can't work a crime scene because we may have a falling out and things get ugly and job performance may suffer. Calleigh: You sound like you're a firm believer. Jake: No. I just got Rick Stetler breathing down my neck. Calleigh: How's Rick Stetler know anything about us? Jake: I don't know. Listen, I think we should just take a step back. Let things cool down a little bit, okay? Calleigh: Okay. (walks away)

Calleigh: How does Rick Stetler have even the faintest idea of what's going on in my personal life? Eric: It was an accident. I left you a message. I called you. Calleigh: I didn't get it. Eric: Look, I never intended for this to happen, okay? I don't like the situation with Jake but I wouldn't rat you out. You know that. Calleigh: Let's just work the case.

Eric: What's the matter? Natalia: I think my shoulder's out. Eric: Oh, boy. Okay, look. You gotta go see a doctor. Horatio: Hm, no I can't. This is gonna go on my record and then it's gonna get out that I can't shoot a shotgun. Eric: Well, it's not going back in on its own. Natalia: Okay, well, can you do it for me? Please. Eric: All right. All right, just relax, okay? Natalia: Okay.

Alexx: So we're looking at a two-part murder. Rita started the process. Horatio: And somebody else finished it.

Horatio: Okay. So, let me ask you this. If you didn't hire somebody to kill him, who called you from the crime scene? Elissa McClain: Martin. Doug's manager called. Horatio: Why would he do that? Elissa McClain: To tell me what happened. He wanted me back at the house before the police or the press got there, 'cause everybody thinks that Doug and I are still together. Horatio: Was he there when you arrived? Elissa McClain: No. Do you think he killed Doug? Horatio: Do you?

Wendy: Okay. So I didn't exactly tell you everything. Calleigh: That is the understatement of the year, Miss Legassic. Wendy: I did call Mr. McClain for my article. Calleigh: But you conveniently left out the part where you had the murder recorded. Wendy: I was taping the conversation so I wouldn't miss anything. At the time, I wasn't even sure what I was hearing. Calleigh: What exactly did you hear? Wendy: I can't say. I signed a non-disclosure agreement with the TV station. It's legally binding. Calleigh: So are handcuffs. It's your choice, Wendy. Wendy: He was literally talking to me one second and gone the next. I kept recording until my cell battery ran out. Calleigh: And so your first instinct, after you found out he was killed, was to sell the tape. Wendy: I'm not a monster, Officer. I just wanted to get out of the obituary business. Calleigh: (sighs) You thought the recording would make you a reporter at WETX. I've got an exclusive for you, Wendy. That tape is never gonna make it to TV. A judge has issued a warrant. I'm confiscating it and I'm arresting you for obstruction of justice. Your journalism career died with Doug McClain. You can write an obituary for it.

Eric: I think you got tired of climbing through windows, Miss Sullivan. I think you got tired of being Doug's second choice. Rita Sullivan: Being Doug McClain's second choice was more than any girl could ask for. Eric: Except being his first.

Eric: You're running the double-sided tape from Doug McClain's window sill? Valera: Yeah. I already did. You had silk fibers on one side. But even better, epithelials on the other. Eric: And what would cause that? Valera: You're such a guy. Remember J. Lo's green Versace dress? What do you think held that up? Eric: Double-sided adhesive? Valera: This is wardrobe tape.

Frank: (about Doug) So he sold you three championship rings and an autographed team ball willingly? Theo Knight: Well, his manager did. Martin Wilson? He gave me a good price. I had to have it. Horatio: You had to have it? You were online within hours of his murder selling it, Theo. Theo Knight: Look I was gonna add it to my collection here but, when one of these legends dies, collectors go into a frenzy. Frank: Right. News breaks, your 100K investment climbs up to seven figures. Is that right? Theo Knight: I guess I'm a lucky guy. Horatio: Yes, but, not for long.

Natalia: Well, I'm trying to track down Doug McClain's stolen memorabilia off the internet. Eric: Yeah, how many sites have you been to? Natalia: Fourteen. So far. Eric: (laughs) You know how many sites there are, right? Natalia: Yeah. Eric: (laughs) Wait a minute, go back. There's some football stuff there. Championship rings, that them? Natalia: Looks like it. Look, championship years, '92, '93 and '95. Eric: Yeah. And there's the football right there. Natalia: Oh, ye of little faith.

Calleigh: According to the phone records, you were the last person to speak to Doug McClain before he was killed. Wendy: The closest I got to him was the phone. I was just updating his obituary. Calleigh: I'm sorry? Wendy: Newspapers like to be prepared for an unexpected death. We have obituaries of people still alive on file, so when they pass, we're ready to print. Calleigh: That is morbid. So I take it that you're a reporter. Wendy: My boss gave me a list of names and told me to update them. Calleigh: And people will just talk to you? Wendy: You figure out ways to get them to open up. Doug was a jock. It's pretty obvious what part of the ego you have to stroke.

Alexx: (on the phone, discussing Doug's body being frozen) Doug McClain's wife presented a signed court order, Horatio. Horatio: Signed by who? Alexx: Judge Porterson. Miami's leading advocate of progressive science. Horatio: You mean, leading advocate of science fiction. Alexx: It's gonna take a hearing before I can get Doug under my knife. By then, we could lose everything. Horatio: Okay. Here's what we do. Shift to Plan B. Alexx: I'm on my way to Pre Core now. I'll let you know.

Calleigh: You know, I knew that you liked football but I wasn't aware that you were so into it. Jake: Well, you need your mornings. I need my Sunday afternoons.

Jake: You find anything, CSI Duquesne? Calleigh: Only smudges, Detective Berkeley. Jake: I didn't hear you leave this morning. Calleigh: Well, you know, a girl's gotta keep some mystery.

Jake: The victim's wife and that character want the body. Alexx: For what? Jake: Cryonics. Alexx: They wanna freeze him? Jake; That's what they said.

Horatio: Alexx, I don't see any defensive wounds. Alexx: It doesn't make sense. Doug McClain was one of the best athletes of his time. A man like this would never go down without a fight. Horatio: 'Til today.

Wendy Legassic: I'm not a monster, Officer. I just wanted to get out of the obituary business. Calleigh: You thought the recording would make you a reporter at WETX. I've got an exclusive for you, Wendy. That tape is never gonna make it to TV. A judge has issued a warrant, I'm confiscating it, and I'm arresting you for obstruction of justice. Your journalism career died with Doug McClain. You can write an obituary for it.