CSI: NY

(Over the lookinatchu site) Sass Dumonde: Your eyes are kind. Are they telling the truth? Adam: I, uh... I hope so. Uh... I'm Adam. What's your name? Sass Dumonde: (In a French accent) Nice to meet you, Adam. Adam: (Imitating her accent) A... Adam? Sass Dumonde: But if I told you my name, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you... (Muffled screaming) Adam: What the hell? (Adam witnesses Sass being killed)

Adam: Mac! You gotta come back to the lab. Mac: What? Why? Adam: Because... because I think I just saw a woman get murdered.

Jo: (On her cellphone) Tyler, you're 18 years old. You're perfectly capable of putting Elliott to bed. (Pauses, listening) Then use duct tape.

Jo: Are you absolutely sure, Adam, it was murder? While I was at the FBI, we saw hundreds of fake snuff films and Internet hoaxes every year. Staged suicides, bogus kidnappings... it can be very convincing. Mac: You're certain what you saw was real? Adam: (Sighs) I saw a man in black walk up behind a beautiful woman and choke the life right out of her. I've never seen anyone get murdered before. Until tonight.

Flack: We don't know who our killer is. We don't know who our victim is. Jo: And our crime scene could be anywhere in the world.

Adam: I feel like I've forgotten everything, like I-I can't remember any of the details. Jo: Well, that's not uncommon, when the brain experiences trauma. Sometimes it locks up. But not to worry, cause I always carry a spare set of keys.

Jo: Tell me about your first kiss. Adam: My what? Jo: How old were you? What was her name? Adam: Um. Okay, uh... (Sighs) It was in the fifth grade. Her name was Julie, and she lived across the street from me. I won her a... a stuffed blue dog at the county fair, and that's when she gave me the kiss. Jo: What'd she look like? Adam: Long, dark hair... brown, twinkley eyes. Troublemaker smile.

Jo: Well, new memories are usually stored in the hippocampus, and then transferred to the brain's frontal lobes for long-term storage, but when a person's memory experiences traumatic collapse, sometimes you gotta dig from the other side, using memory triggers, potent emotions from the past, to unlock memories in the present.

Mac: Adam, you all right? Adam: I've been better. Mac: You want to talk about it? Adam: What's there to say? He strangled her, she died... end of transmission. I'm gonna wait in the car.

Jo: You're being ridiculous. Adam: What? Jo: You deal with death every day. This case is no different. Man up. Adam: Are you kidding me? Jo, I saw this girl alive. She's not just another dead body on the slab to me. Oh, no, did you just do that so I'd spill my guts? Oh, damn it. Jo: Sorry, Adam. You can't keep your feelings bottled up. Contents may explode under pressure.

Jo: You used the words 'end of transmission.' Do you mean you got nexted? Adam: Oh, I guess. There was a few seconds after the computer fell and then the chat was terminated. Jo: So someone else out there could have seen what happened next.

Lindsay: He came in and out like he owned the place. There's no obvious signs of B & E. Danny: This is an old building. Lucy can pick that lock.

Jo: How did we get from eight-track tapes and shoe-sized rotary phones to this? (Gestures at tablet computer.) Mac: Einstein said, 'Innovation is not the product of logical thought.'

Mac: We'd be hacking. Adam: Well, it's the only way we can look this perp in the eye without him knowing. We could find out exactly where he is. Hawkes: Illegally, and we couldn't use it. Adam: Mac, look, I saw this girl get murdered. Mac: The answer is no, Adam. Just because you were a witness to a crime doesn't mean we need to start committing them.

Lindsay: We did find Sass Dumonde's dead body. Danny: According to the university she was in your class last semester. Lindsay: We found her strangled to death with your fancy headphones. Danny: (Whistles) That's pretty harsh. I mean, I failed Calculus but my teacher didn't kill me.

Lindsay: You know anything else about her boyfriend? Did you get a good look at him? Danny: How about a name? Give us a name. William Aldicott: I was too busy kissing the keys for a formal introduction.

(Over the lookinatchu.com website) Boy: Can you tell me the difference between a larva and a pupa? Mac: No, no, no, no, no. You, uh, you do your own homework and turn this thing off. Boy: You must not have kids.

Torrey Powell: She turned me down. Jo: Is that when you gave her the stolen laptop? Torrey Powell: I always came bearing gifts. But once she sent me packing... Flack: She was dead to you. That it? Torrey Powell: I didn't kill her, man.

Jo: You swallow a lot. I mean a lot a lot. I don't mean to make you feel self-conscious. It's a common OCD anxiety disorder. And I would recommend exercise or some kind of organized sports to keep your mind focused on something else. But since those really aren't an option now, you're kinda screwed. Unless... Torrey Powell: Unless what? Jo: Well, the sympathetic nervous system is responsible for your body's reaction to stress and right now, there's no question you're under a great deal of that. So you're gonna need to really figure out how to alleviate that somehow. Flack: How about by telling us the truth, Torrey? Jo: It's a matter of your personal safety. Torrey Powell: What the hell kinda mind games are you playing, lady?

Jo: I'd still like you to pull all the burglary reports matching the BMW that he told us about. Flack: You thinking it might belong to someone at Dragga Financial? Jo: If it does, and we can find the laptop that was stolen from it, it might just give us the one thing we're missing. Flack: What's that? Jo: Motive.

U.S. Marine: Where are you? Jo: New York City. U.S. Marine: Wow. Really? Jo: Yeah. U.S. Marine: I've never been there. Always wanted to, though. Jo: Come on (She unplugs the laptop and moves closer to a window to offer him a view of the city at night) How's that look to ya? U.S. Marine: Wow. That's a whole lot better than sand.

Jo: I got a courtesy call from an old friend of mine at the FBI. Turns out the Feds have been investigating Dragga Financial for all sorts of shenanigans. In fact, they were kind enough to share their files with me, pretty much all of it. But they weren't too keen on seeing an NYPD computer digging around in their sandbox. Adam: Okay, that's great. But I know why you're here. I've heard about your rep. So what, are you gonna blow the whistle on me now, too? Jo: You don't want to go there. Me leaving the Bureau to come here was about conviction and evidence and doing my job. Adam: Okay. I'm sorry. That w... that wasn't fair.

Adam: I shared the final moments of Sass Dumonde's life. I, I... I heard her music. I... I saw her joy. I-I... maybe even fell in love a little. And then, three minutes later, it was... it was just over. Jo: When you cross paths with people like that, it's hard not to stop in your tracks. But believe me when I tell you... none of what you're doing now will bring her back. It will only bring you down. Adam: What do I do now, though? Jo: Go home. Go to bed. Come back in the morning ready to do what's right.

Adam: (After Garcia, Sass' killer, tries to kill him) Nice chatting with you.

Lindsay: A few of these and a laptop, and she's able to write, record her own music, post it online for millions of people to hear, and then text and video-chat with God knows how many more. Danny: Well, that's great, but how long before more is too much? Lindsay: (Laughs) I don't know, but... you know, we already opened the 21st century, Danny. I think it's too late to send it back. Danny: Yeah, well, you're probably right about that, but just to be clear, though, Lucy is never going near a computer, okay? Just, ever. Lindsay: Okay. But she does have, uh, a laptop lab at her preschool, and she can use my iPhone better than I can. Danny: Damn it.

Mac: (To Adam) You think you're irreplaceable here in this lab?

Hawkes: You got to be hurting a little bit today, huh, man? Adam: I got a, uh, you know, three-day suspension. It's pretty painful. Danny: Ah, come on. Hacking after Mac told you not to? You're lucky he didn't suspend you from the flagpole out front. Hawkes: Yeah, you go home, lick your wounds, uh, catch up on your soaps. You'll be fine.