CSI: NY

(After having found a girl's body inside a drum being transported in a truck) Stella: Looks like this is the end of the road for her. Mac: And the beginning for us.

Lindsay: What are you thinking? Danny: (Looking at a stained Hawaiian shaped doll on the dashboard) Besides the fact that you and I have never had a honeymoon, I'm thinking that might be blood.

Lindsay: There's nothing to indicate that she didn't survive the crash. Danny: I'd call that lucky. Mac: Not if she's still with the driver.

Sid: Turns out, I wasn't the first person to cut into this girl. Mac: You found evidence of sharp force trauma? Sid: That's your C.O.D. Exsanguination due to surgical transection of all major blood vessels supplying the liver. Stella: You're saying someone removed her liver? Sid: That's right.

Joseph Winston: (About Casey Steele) He's an animal. God help the woman that's with him.

Adam: I found evidence of more than one woman in that sleeper. Mac: How many? Adam: A lot.

Stella: What else do we know about these perps? Ray: Targets are always young women between the ages of 19 and 25. They're highly organized, they're well financed. They lure these women into... prostitution, black-market surrogacy, use them as human-trafficking pawns, you name it. Stella: And now harvesting bodies for organs.

Ray: I have chased one victim from Vegas to Miami, only to find her dead. When Madeline Briggs's mother reported her missing, she asked for my help, so I'm not going home until I find her daughter. Mac: And when can I expect you? Ray: I'm on the first thing smokin'.

Mac: Our informant is a cell mate of a suspect we convicted six months ago in connection with a human trafficking ring here in New York city. Ray: A little cell mate chitchat, and a convict looking to make a deal... that's hard to trust. Mac: True, but right now, we're standing here with nothing. And I kind of got the impression you weren't here to sightsee.

Dora Lawson: 'Human cargo', that's how Carolyn described it. Young women get moved from one state to another, truck stop to truck stop. Different drivers, different destinations. A 24/7 operation, mostly travelling at night. Pretty impressive enterprise, if you ask me. I always thought an 18-wheeler advertising fresh produce was really carrying vegetables. Mac: How many do they transport? One, two, more? Dora Lawson: Doesn't matter. These guys make more money transporting one girl than they do hauling apples across the interstate in a year.

Ray: What happens to them? Dora Lawson: Everything. Sex slaves, surrogates, organ donors... and if they survive the surgery, it starts all over. And it's the truck driver's job to keep the payload... the girls alive and healthy. They don't get paid if the cargo arrives dead. Ray: The more use you get out of one girl, the more money you make. Mac: That means Madeline could still be alive. Dora Lawson: Unless she's trouble. That's when they become body parts, scattered from coast to coast.

Ray: I have to make a very difficult phone call to Madeline Briggs' mother who's probably pacing up and down and checking voice messages, wondering what the hell I've discovered, if I've found her daughter. Mac: A case when 'no news is good news' is no consolation. Ray: You have kids? Mac: No. Ray: Me neither. I suppose we both spared ourselves the stress of this nightmare. Mac: I don't know you well Ray, but you don't look so stress-free to me.

Ray: It never gets easier, does it? Mac: No. I've told parents about their dead or missing kids more times than I can count. Hell, the first time, was one time too many. One day, a woman whispers 'thank you' to me through her tears. And I realized that she just needed to know that there was somebody doing everything they could for her child. And that's what you're doing, Ray. And that's worth a phone call.

(About the way he gets the organs) Dr. Fuller: I make a phone call. Flack: Every time to the same number? Dr. Fuller: Yes. Again. Same number every time. I tell them what I need. I don't know how or who does it. A cooler is left for me at the clinic.

Flack: Okay so what's the going rate for a liver, Dr. Fuller? Dr. Fuller: Depends. Hawkes: Depends on whether your patients are desperate or not? The closer they are to death the more they'll pay, or is it the more you'll charge? Dr. Fuller: I don't set the price. Hawkes: No, only for yourself, right? So tell me, doctor, how much do you get paid for turning a blind eye to the Hippocratic Oath?

Hawkes: (To Dr. Fuller) The liver you transplanted today belonged to a healthy young woman who died to fill your pockets. Her name... Debbie Menzel. And there are dozens more just like her. Their organs are being harvested in motel bathrooms and makeshift operating rooms. Young girls who are butchered and dumped on the side of the road. And you agreed to the oath, doctor, the covenant. 'I will keep them from harm and injustice'. Do you remember saying those words? You stupid, greedy son of a bitch.

Lindsay: Unfortunately, the demand is there. If it's not forced surrogacy, it's prostitution, body parts, blood, eggs, hair, even bone marrow has a price. A lung or a kidney can sell for $100,000 on the black market.

Ray: Did you know that the oldest projectile fired from a weapon was recorded in the IV century in Japan? It was fired from a very crude handheld cannon that you lit with a wick. Its sole purpose was for taking life. Seems that after 1,700 years of evolution... we haven't come very far, have we?

Ray: Remember, we have an innocent in the mix. (Holds picture up) One female, Madeline Briggs. Flack: If this goes bad, she's a hostage. If it goes worse, she's collateral. That means everyone stays hot, unless he decides to use her.

Ray: Where's Madeline? Where is she? Casey Steele: She's gone. Ray: What do you mean, she's gone? Casey Steele: Poof.

Ray: It's still not too late to make a deal. Casey Steele: Oh, is that right? Ray: That's right. I give you my word I'll do everything in my power to make sure everyone involved in this knows that you cooperated with us. Casey Steele: That kind of advertisement will put me in the morgue.