"My name is Royce Harmon." "I reside at 7642 Carpente Street, Las Vegas, Nevada." "I am 41 years of age and I'm going to kill myself." "I'd like to say "I love you" to my mother Paige and my sister Gina." "I'm so sorry." "I never wanted to put you through this." "I just can't do it anymore." "I love you, Mom..." "Here comes the nerd squad." "I hate the legwork." "I'm telling you, that Deputy Chief job better come in soon." "I don't know how much longer I can put up with these damn public appearances." "Gentlemen..." "Hey, guys, take a break, huh?" "Suicide." "You think so, huh?" "You got the sleeping bag for easy cleanup the bathtub to catch the bullet open window so the stench alerts the neighbors..." "God bless him." "Oh, geez..." "Pupa, stage three." "English." "I'm not an entomologist." "It's the third stage of larva metamorphosis." "This guy's been dead seven days." "That's a maggot, and he stinks." "Oh, good, it's almost 11:00." "Maybe if I'm lucky I can break out of here in time for a shot at the first rack of the krispy kreme." "I think we may have our suicide note." "I never wanted to put you through this." "I just can't do it anymore." "I've lost hope." "I love you, Mom..." "Oh, my God!" "Go upstairs, Gina." "This can't be happening." "We're so sorry about this, Ms. Harmon." "I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you." "No, you don't understand." "This is his picture... but that's not my son's voice." "Hello?" "Ooh..." "My God." "Hi." "Sorry." "Welcome to Forensics." "Gil Grissom." "I'm your supervisor on graveyard." "Holly Gribbs." "Nice office." "Thanks." "Would you mind taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeve?" "For what?" "I need a pint of your blood." "It's customary for all new hires." "Why?" "So many reasons." "L-I haven't even clocked in yet." "Attention, Command" "One more, baby, one more." "Hey." "There he is." "What's up?" "99." "You and me, dead heat." "Next crime solved gets promoted to CSI III, man." "Yeah, yeah, choice of shift, $8,000 raise extra week vacation... oh-ho, it's all about Cabo, bro." "Twenty bucks, by the end of shift, I'm the man." "Is there anything you won't bet on?" " Nah." "It's college football season, man." "I won eight of ten this weekend." "kilt'em." "Outside the Huskers and the punk-ass Irish" "I'm up about four G's." "Hmm, what's the line on us?" "On us?" "I'm like Tiger, man..." "I'm heavily favored." "Come on, give me a winner for tomorrow." "Ah..." "Green Bay, minus seven and a half over Niners." "Always go with the better quarterback." "Uh-huh." "Cool." "Hey, good luck tonight, man." "Thanks." "You, too, Nick." "I hope you get that "trick roll" noise." "You'll never crack that in a shift, never." "Yeah, well, we'll see, and I hope the Pack wins by seven." "We scrutinize the crime scene, collect the evidence recreate what happened without ever having been there." "Pretty cool, actually." "I just got out of the Academy..." "I already know this." "Of course you do." "Then if you'll just sign these waivers for personal injury or death while in the line of duty, we can begin our shift." "Mmm..." "What's the matter?" "Um..." "I'm kind of light-headed." "Sit down, sit down." "You're probably low on blood sugar." "I've got just the thing." "Here, try one of these." "No offense, but I don't think I want to eat anything that's been in this office." "Is there a grasshopper in here?" "When we get some free time, try and catch up on your reports." "I'm getting a lot of heat from the Sheriff's Office." "There I said it." "Administration, not my favorite thing." "All right, here we go." "Nick Stokes, 414, trick roll." "Victim found drugged and robbed at the scene." "Warrick Brown, 407, home invasion, forced entry." "Person reporting crime fired multiple rounds at the suspect." "Suspect's condition is unknown." "Anyone seen Catherine Willows?" "Okay, give me a kiss." "Mommy's got to go catch some bad guys." "I'll pick her up in the morning." "Bye, sis." " Bye." "I love you!" "So your mother is Lieutenant Jane Gribbs from Traffic, is that right?" "Yes, sir." "Well, congratulations, Gribbs." "You're the..." "You're the fifth person I've been forced to hire." "We're the number two crime lab in the country." "We solve crimes most labs render unsolvable." "Now what makes you think you belong here?" "Sir, with all due respect" "I thought the key to being a lucid crime scene investigator was to reserve judgment until the evidence vindicates or eliminates assumption." "You're prejudging me." "I graduated with honors in criminal justice at UNLV." "Yeah, so?" "That's not fair." "Fair?" "Well, you think putting a juiced-in lieutenant's daughter on this shift is fair?" "You know, I've been in the field 22 years." "I've seen it all." "I've seen people like you come and go, and you know what?" "They're nothing but headaches and bad press." "Dismissed." "Fine." "Think you got through to her?" "You're scheduled to appear at an autopsy at 12:30 a.m." "They're cutting up that bozo put a hole in his chest." "Take her with." "I think every new hire should experience an autopsy on their first night." "It's okay, shh." "Ma'am... are you all right?" "She's fine." "She's just a little shook up is all." "Somebody want to tell us what happened here tonight?" "My wife invited her drunk friend to stay here so he could get back on his feet." "Two weeks tops, she says." "That was six months ago." "Jimmy, Jimmy!" "Please take your sweaty feet off the head pillow." "They stink." "Here's a 20... twice as much as you came with." "Hit the road." "Open up!" "Call 911." "That was it." "I feared for my wife and my baby." "Let's put the baby to bed." "What do you think?" "Oh, he's lying." "That's why I took this job." "I can always tell when whitey's talking out his ass." "It's a gift." "It's also your 100th." "Yeah, that, too." "So tonight you might say I'm extra suspicious." "Why don't you print that tread and see how good you are?" "Why are you doing that?" "It's just procedure, sir." "We just want to make sure the shoe on the suspect is the same shoe that kicked down your door." "Wait..." "Wait a minute." "What's the matter?" "Sir, after you shot the deceased, did you move re-dress, or alter the body in any way?" "No, why?" "Talk to me." "The left shoe's tied differently." "Sir, in the six months that the victim lived with you did you ever wear his shoes?" "No, why would I do that?" "You willing to sign a statement to that effect?" "Sure." "Sir, what happened to your pinkie toe?" "I tripped over a rattle." "You got to breathe through your ears, Gribbs." "First dead body, ma'am?" "Yes, sir, but I'll be okay." "To tell you the truth, he looks fake." "I hate to put a damper on your night, Grissom but it looks like we got ourselves a homicide after all." "You see, if the victim had extended his arms like..." "Here, I'll show you." "Give me your hands." "And pushed the trigger with his thumbs, like so..." "The wound would look like this." "He's right, honey." "This wound's too big." "This person was shot from six to seven feet away." "It's like somebody stood over him and, bam!" "Criminal homicide." "Let's see what God would have to say." "Are you okay?" "I'm sorry, sir." "I can't take the smell." "Oh, God, restroom?" "Right down the hall to your right." "She is cute." "How soon does the Captain want that one out?" "Eight hours." "Whoo!" "Help!" "Help me!" "There were bodies." "I could feel them breathing." "Oh, God!" "It's okay, Holly, t's all right." "You assholes!" "There." "Okay?" "What's up, fellas?" "We got a call about a trick roll." "Right there." "Room 1413." "Hey." "Mr. Laferty?" "Well, what's left of him, anyway." "I'm Nick Stokes, with Criminalistics." "You mind if I ask you a few questions?" "She got everything..." "my wallet, my ID..." "Hell, she even got my wedding ring." "Did you two have a nightcap?" "You think she could've slipped you something?" "Nah, I can't drink." "I got this bum ticker." "Look, Officer, I..." "Nick." "You can call me Nick." "Nick, I..." "I love my wife." "We've been married 31 years now." "I've never cheated on her before." "I come into town for this convention and I'm setting in the lounge minding my own business, when this... sweet-smelling brunette came up to me and..." "Next thing I know, she's nibbling on my earlobe and..." "Well, my goodness." "Look at you." "For a second there, I thought I was your age again." "We've been seeing more and more of these the past 48 hours." "Let's take a look." "Open your eyes wide for me." "Sunny side up." "Now say "ah."" "Ah." "Was she hot?" "Attaboy." "Mr. Laferty, your eyes look okay but I notice some discoloration around the inside of your lips." "Have you always had that?" "No." "What the hell is that?" "I'll swab your gums see if we can find out what made you pass out." "You know, my first robbery solved was a store like this." "When we caught the guy, the owner was so happy that he gave me a dozen farm fresh eggs out of his cooler." "You're trying to cheer me up, aren't you?" "Yes, I am." "How am I doing?" "Pretty good." "Good." "Okay, look, this was a routine robbery." "Dust for prints, check the videotape take lots of fun photos." "I'll be back in about an hour to pick you up." "Okay." "If you get done early use channel seven on your walkie." "What's up?" "Hey, rookie." "Hair fibers from the home invasion." "Take a look." "Tell me what you see." "I see a lot of things." "Look at the end of the follicles." "Oh, yeah, you know, I see, like little tiny seeds or sacs or something." "That's pulp when the human hair is yanked out like this." "Ow!" "Damn, man." "Look, you see the seeds?" "Hair only comes out in that form when it's yanked or pulled signifying a struggle." "You know what?" "I got to go." "Tell Grissom, when he gets back" "I went to Homicide to do a follow-up on the husband." "Peace." "Yeah." "Now, how long is this gonna take?" "I'm losing business because of you." "Ma'am, I told you, if you let them in it will contaminate the scene." "Oh, contaminate, my ass!" "What the hell difference does it make?" "You ain't gonna catch 'em." "You never do." "Sir, I'm on your side." "I just want to clear you." "Then clear me." "I already told you everything." "I understand that." "The evidence tells us something different." "So I'm going to ask you again, just one more time... before you shot the deceased did a struggle ensue?" "I've got a gun." "What are you doing?" "Call 911." "I must've tied the laces wrong." "I'm sorry, I..." "I know I should've told you earlier but..." "I was nervous." "I mean..." "I took a man's life here." "You don't believe me, do you?" "This is Holly Gribbs requesting backup at Junk's on West Owens, over." "This is Catherine Willows." "Are you in danger?" "Uh, we're getting there." "This is my popsicle stand..." "I'll defend it to the hilt if I have to!" "So, this is it, huh?" "The $8,000 Q-Tip." "Well, you're the chemist." "I just need to know what knocked the old man out." "In 20 seconds, this'll give us a complete chemical breakdown right down to the atom." "But I'm going to warn you, though" "These mouth swabs don't always read." "Vaginal swabs, no problem." "Anal swabs... money." "Anal swabs?" "Anal swabs." "Ouch." "Dude, you get NFL-2k for Dreamcast?" "Yeah." "Bought it the day it came out." "Those graphics are killer, aren't they?" "My team's the Falcons." "Who do you use?" "Randy Moss." "It didn't take, did it?" "A hint of saliva;" "some denture adhesive..." "That's it." "Sorry, man." "All right, put the gun down." "What?" "We're getting robbed again now?" "Everything okay here?" "Yes, ma'am." "Control, Junk's a Code Four." "Copy that." "You the new girl?" "Yeah." "Hi, I'm Holly Gribbs." "Thanks." "I'm Catherine Willows." "And I'm Lesley Stahl." "Look, let's forget the formalities." "Which one of you people's gonna clean my counter here?" "Let me tell you something, lady... if you don't care about catching the suspect neither do we." "We're out of here." "You can pick your gun up tomorrow." "You can do that?" "No." "Ow!" "Damn!" "Blunt force trauma case." "Bermuda Hills Country Club." "Pregnant wife caught her husband in bed with another girl." "What do you think?" " Malicious intent?" "Little bit, yeah." "How's it coming?" "It's coming." "Whose blood is that?" "The new girl's." "Would you like to donate?" "Hell, no." "How'd the follow-up go with the husband?" "Boe tells me you were onto something." "The story's changed a bit." "Now he says there was a struggle." "Said he stepped on his shoe while they were fighting." "You believe him?" "At first, no but now..." "Hell, I don't know what to think." "You ever see the movie The Exorcist?" "Yeah." "The old priest and Father karras are about to exorcise the demon." "Father karras explains that he's recorded the little girl's voice and he's broken down the spirit into three distinct personalities." "But the old priest quickly corrects him..." ""There is only one."" "Forget about the husband, Warrick." "Forget about the assumptions." "Forget about your promotion." "These things will only confuse you." "Concentrate on what cannot lie... the evidence." "Follow... the reason we're having this conversation." "Follow the shoe." "Well, I'll be damned." "Tripped over a rattle, my ass." "Remember this from your suicide case?" "Minute I pulled it, I knew something wasn't right." "The impression's perfect... maybe too perfect." "Take a gander." "What are those red particles?" "Latex flakes." "From what?" "Protective gloves, maybe but the way I figure it, this son of a bitch is smart... probably planted the damn prints." "So on a hunch, I chemically tested the flakes." "Guess what it was laced with?" "Lecithin." "That chemical's found in cooking spray isn't it?" "If latex rubber and cooking spray went on a blind date, how would the night end?" "A lot better than ours did." "I know, Pink Floyd's not your thing." "I have on cowboy boots." "I work in a lab." "What makes you think Dark Side of the Moon synched to The Wizard of Oz is going to warm my damn barn?" "I just thought it'd be something different." "You want to be different?" "Pin me up against a wall;" "lay one on me like you mean it." "You're slacking, pal." "How long till we get a hit?" "It could be four minutes, could be four days but you can bet your ass she'll give you something." "She always does." "Pin you against a wall?" "Look, um, I got to be honest." "This isn't me." "I was pushed into it by my mom." "She's a lieutenant in Traffic." "She's never going to get out of Traffic so, um, I'm fulfilling her dreams, not mine." "I can sit here and I can baby you and I can tell you to quit but I'm not going to do that, because I really love my job." "We're just a bunch of kids that are getting paid to work on puzzles." "Sometimes there's a piece that's missing." "Sometimes we solve it in one night." "So you think I should stick with it?" "Stick with it?" "The cops?" "Forget it." "They wouldn't know fingerprints from paw prints and the detectives... chase the lie." "We solve." "We restore peace of mind and when you're a victim, that's everything." "Stick with it." "At least until you solve your first and if after that you don't feel like king kong on cocaine... then you can quit." "But if you stay with it, my hand to God, you will never regret it." "Catherine Willows, cut your lunch short." "You got a 428." "Copy." "If you want me to call Judge Cohen at 4:00 in the morning you'd better bring me something more than a damn toenail." "Captain, you've got to make that call." "If you don't, he'll walk." "And what do you got?" "Hair fibers." "Big deal." "So there was a struggle." "I mean, who gives a corn cob?" "The guy was protecting his wife and kid." "I've got the toenail." "If I can get a warrant and match the husband's shaving to his toe" "I can prove that the suspect's foot was inside the victim's shoe." "That alone will establish it was murder." "The guy lived there." "Maybe he put on the victim's sneaker and fetched the paper one morning." "I have a sworn statement stating he never wore the victim's shoe." "You don't even know the toenail was the vic's." "It can't be." "He was wearing socks." "Not good enough." "Not good enough?" "Look, I said no, Brown, damn it!" "Hey, we're not done, Warrick." "You stay right there." "Criminalistics, Brass." "We've got a name on the suicide case, sir." "He's local." "He's local, good." "I'll phone the judge for a warrant." "Hey, Warrick, I guess we're all done now." "Hey, do you mind closing the door behind you?" "I got to make an important call." "We'll talk about your little foot fetish later." "Judge Cohen, please." "A white female, mid-20s." "Said she passed out behind the wheel." "Thought you might want to check it out." "All right." "Thanks, brother." "Hi." "Nick Stokes, Criminalistics." "Mind if I take a look?" "I don't know what happened." "I remember this song that was playing on the radio." "I just don't remember passing out." "Say "ahhh..."" "What?" "You know, ahhh..." "Ahhh..." "Ahhh..." "No discoloration." "I don't see anything criminal here." "Take her to the hospital have her checked out." "Well, might as well roll the dice; take that ass-whooping." "Police!" "Put your hands on top of your head and walk backwards towards me." "I'm ID." "Check the badge." "I'm from Criminalistics." "keep your mouth shut and follow my instructions." "Now get down on your knees." "I won't get down on my knees for anybody." "You can shoot me." "I said get down on your knees!" "Hey!" "What the hell are you doing?" "That's Warrick Brown from ID." "Put those guns away." "Sorry, Judge, we got a call from a neighbor about a black man outside your house." "We responded." "All right, you caught him." "Congratulations." "Clear out of here before you wake the neighbors." "Yes, sir." "Dispatch, please be advised" "Judge Cohen's residence, a Code 4:" "False alarm." "Brown, what the hell are you doing?" "I'm sorry, Judge." "Captain Brass wouldn't call you for a search warrant." "I got a whopper on the line with a 100-pound test." "You got a winner for me?" "I'll make it worth your while, you give me a name." "Favre." "Oh, I knew it." "Listen, kid, I'll make a deal with you." "You put $5,000 down on the Pack for me" "I'll give you a blank warrant." "All I ask is that you have the ticket in my chambers before kickoff." "You do that, I'll square it with your Captain." "No problem, Judge." "A staged suicide." "You're kidding, right?" "I swear on my kids" "I've never seen that man before in my life." "Then how the hell did your fingerprints wind up at the scene?" "We talked to the family." "The deceased didn't even know any Paul Millanders." "Oh, I..." "Hi, Sergeant." "Would you mind if I, uh?" "Oh, you want a whack at him, Grissom be my guest." "Hi, Mr. Millander, my name's Gil Grissom." "I work in Criminalistics." "May I ask you a few questions?" "Sure." "Do you have any hobbies?" "Make model airplanes, make toys wind chimes for the backyard, that sort of thing?" "No, why?" "Well, we found some particles of latex on your thumbprint." "Would you have any reason to have access to that particular substance?" "Well, yeah." "Yeah, sure." "At-at my job." "Wow, you made all these?" "Yes, sir, everything from scratch." "We mold, carve, shape, paint and authenticate." "Excellent work." "These seem very real." "Thanks." "You ever make any rubber hands?" "Sure we do, uh..." "This is our best seller right here." "Sold 10,000 of those units last Halloween." "Even used my own hand for the mold." "These are your prints." "Yeah, why?" "What does that mean?" "It means you're free to go." "He's not the guy." "Grissom, are you sure?" "This explains the latex and the lecithin." "You need oil to make a print." "Anyone who purchased one of these hands could be the killer and what's worse, he's proficient in forensics." "Hey, Dr. Leever!" "Hey, what's up, man?" "I got your page." "Have you had any trick rolls lately?" "A ton of 'em." "Why?" "I've had six pros come through the ER in the past two nights all with two distinct similarities." "Every girl has been mysteriously knocked unconscious and we found some skin discoloration." "Skin discoloration?" "Where?" "Their lips?" "No, their nipples." "We meet again..." "May I see your discoloration?" "You wanna give me 20 bucks?" "You wanna do time?" "You know, I just came from a trick roll downtown." "The victim's mouth had similar blotching." "Chances are, whatever he ingested orally you absorbed through your nipples knocking you both out." "So I'll give you a choice." "You give back the old man his belongings you tell me what you girls are using and I won't have you charged with attempted murder." "Which is it?" "Eyedrops?" "No, it's scopolamine." "It's a chemical used for motion sickness." "This eyedrop bottle's a front." "One drop of this stuff and she's out cold." "We're ruling out suicide." "The evidence leads us to believe that it was in fact a homicide." "Then he was murdered?" "I believe so." "You know... this may sound funny but I feel better knowing that he didn't take his own life." "To me that would never sit right." "He was such a good man..." "We'll find him, Ms. Harmon." "I promise you." "There is always a clue." "I'll find him." "Nurse, excuse me." "I'm Catherine Willows from Criminalistics and I'm here for the 428." "Hi, Laura." "I'm Catherine." "How you doin', kiddo?" "What's that?" "Well, that is a camera." "I'm gonna take a few photographs." "Before I do that, though, could you do me a favor?" "Could you take a look at this drawing and point out to me... where he touched you?" "Can you just show me?" "Can you hold my dolly for me?" "I'd love to." "Not just hold her." "Take her away to your house." "To my house?" "Why?" "Because I don't want the same thing that happened to me to happen to dolly." "It's okay." "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart." "You're off the case." "What?" "Why?" "Why?" "You deliberately went over my head, Brown." "The phone call from the judge saved your job, but not your ass!" "I want you shadowing Gribbs." "A robbery just came in." "You can't do that." "Me and Nick are tied!" "Tough!" "Grissom!" "Have Warrick shadow Gribbs for the next three weeks or until Nickie makes his hundredth, whatever comes first." "I hate your ass, you know that?" "People walk every day because of you... every day!" "That's enough, Warrick." "Let's go!" "Damn it, Gris." "I had his ass too!" "Yes, you had him and the minute you started thinking about yourself instead of the case, you lost him." "There is no room for subjectivity in this department, Warrick." "You know that we handle each case objectively without presupposition regardless of race, color, creed, or bubble gum flavor." "Okay?" "Let's go." "Sorry you gotta baby-sit." "Yeah, I'm sorry too." "Control, P-4442 arrive." "Okay, go inside." "Dust for prints." "Make sure you take plenty of photographs..." "Photographs." "Be thorough." "Don't worry." "I got the same speech from Mr. Grissom." "Good." "Look, I gotta run an errand." "You'll be okay on your own?" "You kidding?" "I'm fired up, ready to go." "Besides, there's an officer here." "Morning." "Gil Grissom, Forensics." "I'm taking over the case for Warrick Brown." "Mind if I come in?" "How can I help you?" "I need to give you a pedicure." "Come again?" "I have a warrant for your toenails." "A warrant?" "What?" "Am I a suspect?" "I already gave you a sworn statement." "A statement's just a public record of your version." "We still need proof." "Well, I'd love to help you, but I already cut them." "May I see where you discarded the clippings?" "I flushed them down the toilet." "May I see your toilet?" "I'll be right back." "Excuse me." "Control, this is P-3901." "I'm going to be on break for about 15 minutes." "Mommy?" "Shh." "We don't want to wake up Jeremy." "Mommy, what's wrong?" "Mommy just kind had a rough night." "I couldn't drive here fast enough to tell you how much I love you." "I know, Mommy." "I love you, too." "Nope, loser." "Give me the next item up for bid." "It's nasty." "No, striation." "Whenever two objects are broken there occurs what we call striae... two unique connecting points." "If I can match the nail in the sneaker to the suspect's clippings..." "Alcatraz!" "The brother was right, wasn't he?" "!" "Uh-huh!" "Yeah!" "Careful, Boe, you'll hurt your back." "What's up, man?" "Gimme Packers." "One second..." "Warrick, come in." "This is Warrick." "Go ahead." "It's Grissom." "We got him." "Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, yeah!" "I'll be right there." "Who do you want now?" "Gimmie Niners for five dimes." "Open up!" "Open the door..." "What are you gonna do?" "Don't ask questions." "Just open the door." "You son of a bitch!" "Call 911." "Do it!" "Hey, weren't you supposed to be shadowing Holly?" "Oh, she's cool." "She's doing prints on that 407." "There's an officer there." "I'm out." "Excuse me, ma'am." "Hi." "Uh... can I help you?" "I'm the neighbor from across the way and I just saw a cop car leave." "Is everything okay?" "Yeah, we had a robbery, but everything's fine." "Oh, okay." "Room service." "You're kidding me." "My stuff!" "You found my stuff!" "Yeah, yeah, your wallet, your cash, credit cards... wedding ring..." "Oh, thank God." "Okay, next time you wanna take a shot go to the dice table." "At least if you crap out, you can go home broke instead of busted, you know what I mean?" "I sure do." "Thank you." "Congratulations, Nickie my boy." "You are now a C.S.I. Level III." "Whoo!" "Good job, Nick." "Thanks." "Uh, hey, Warrick, listen" "I heard about the whole thing with the shoe and..." "Forget it, man." "It's all you." "Thanks." "Let's get some breakfast." "It's on me!" "Sorry to break up your party but I need grave to pull a double." "Holly Gribbs has been shot." "She's in surgery now." "Apparently the suspect returned to the scene." "They don't think she's gonna make it." "Brown, I'm putting you on administrative leave pending a full report of your whereabouts." "So wash your faces;" "change your socks." "You have a long day ahead of you."