CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 13, Episode 15 - Forget Me Not - full transcript

(various indistinct
conversations)

(glasses clinking)

- (laughter)
- Happy birthday!

- Happy birthday.
- Cheers.

What's this?

I, uh...

took a total shot in the dark.

Please tell me I'm right.

Um, yeah, actually, you are.

Well, in that case,
happy birthday.

How did you know?



You seem to be celebrating.

And I noticed how you keep
watching that party over there.

God. It's that obvious, huh?

Two forks.

Of course.

Can't eat birthday cake alone.

All right, then, well,

I guess I should
blow out the candle, huh?

Unless you want me
to sing "Happy Birthday."

No. No, please.

Um...

Hope your wish comes true.

Thank you.

Excuse me.



Can we grab another bottle
and an extra glass?

Unless the party's over.

No. No, I'm not driving.

It's a present to myself.

Day at the spa,
room at the hotel, dinner.

Why not?

Treat yourself, right?

You deserve it.

(glasses clink)

Thank you. You saved my night.

You were a definite upturn
in my night as well.

All right, so... where to?

Twelve.

12 it is.

18 for me.

(elevator bell dings)

Well, this is you... 12.

I know.

Suddenly, being alone
in my hotel room

doesn't sound like
that much fun.

(elevator bell dings)

(sighs, clears throat)

(elevator bell dings)

Sara?

What are you doing here?

Checking out.

You spent the night?

Why are you here?

We have a body up on 18.
Homicide.

Oh, I'll ride up with you.

- Just can't stay away, can you?
- (chuckles)

(sighs)

Happy birthday, by the way.

(indistinct conversations)

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# I really wanna know #

# Who... are you? #

- # Oh-oh-oh #
- # Who... #

# Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you #

# Are you! #

(camera clicking)

Hey.

Thought you had the day off.

I need to talk to you.

Sure. Can it wait a sec?

No, it can't.

Okay.

I know him... the victim.

What do you mean, know him?

I was in his room last night.

That room?
The one with the body?

I was having dinner downstairs,
he came up to my table,

I ended up in his room.

I was there an hour,
maybe a little more.

Nothing happened.

You need to sit down
with the detective

and give him a statement,
tell him everything.

Every detail.

(camera clicking)

(indistinct radio transmissions)

(sighs)

Taylor Wynard.

Won't be going home
to Carson City.

I count seven stab wounds,
but, uh,

no defensive wounds.

So he didn't put up
a fight, huh?

Maybe the first penetration

hit a vital,
took all the fight out of him.

(grunts)

STOKES: Which wou/d mean
the next six was somebody

working out
some serious issues.

SANDERS:
Someone he knew, maybe.

He had company.

STOKES:
Lipstick says a lady.

Well, I'll scan these
fingerprints, bounce them back

to Mandy,
see if anything pops.

Hey, what steak dinner
doesn't come with a steak knife?

Knife's missing?

Could be the murder weapon.

Weapon of opportunity.

Means this wasn't
necessarily premeditated.

RUSSELL:
Guys...

we got a problem.

(cell phone chimes)

SANDERS:
Sara.

Prints on the wine glass
belong to Sara.

(chuckles):
Say what?

That's right.

Sara just told me
that she was here last night,

in this room.

That's all I know right now.

But that doesn't
change anything.

We still work the evidence
like we always do.

SIDLE:
We /eft the restaurant

and went up to his room
around 10:00.

I was probably there an hour.

We sat and talked.

That was it.

Are you sure about that?

Your fingerprint
was on a wine glass.

Uh, it was about
the third bottle, by my count.

It was my birthday.

So you were up in his room
for an hour,

and then the night ended?

- Why? I mean, what happened?
- Nothing happened.

Um...

I got a text, uh,

from someone wishing me
a happy birthday.

Someone?

The text was from Gil Grissom.

Uh, that's your husband, right?

You already checked
my phone records?

So you got a text
from your husband,

then you ended
the night abruptly.

Now, your date...

Hey, he was not my date.

The guy... how did he react?

Was he angry?

Why would he be angry?

You're in his hotel room,

there's been a lot of drinking.

He has to be thinking, you know,
this is headed to bed.

I don't know
what he was thinking,

but I went back
to my room, alone.

Okay, well, according
to the key-card reader

on your door, that was at 11:15.

That sound about right?

(sighs):
Yeah.

Tell me about
the phone call at midnight.

What phone call?

You called the victim at 12:04.

Your cell to his.

The call lasted
for eight minutes.

No. No, I didn't.

I checked the phone records...
remember?

So, what was
she doing here, anyways?

Lt-it doesn't even make sense.

I don't even really think
we should talk about it.

But I rode up
in the elevator with her,

and she didn't say anything.

Greg, I'm serious.

I really don't want
to talk about it.

All right?
Let's just try and do our job.

Hey, come check this out.

SANDERS:
That's Sara's.

I recognize it.

CRAWFORD: After the phone call
that never happened,

what did you do?

I didn't do anything.
I was asleep.

I've been having
a little trouble at night,

so my doctor
prescribed some pills.

You took a sleeping pill?

On top of all that alcohol?

Yeah, I did.

The key-card reader
on your door said

you reentered your room
at 2:49 a.m.

Crawford, that's impossible;
I never left my room.

Do you want to check
the log for yourself?

You see my problem?

It's your whereabouts
from midnight to 3:00 a.m.

(water trickling)

Well, this isn't looking good.

Found damp towels
in the bathroom.

Hair in the drain is
definitely not the victim's,

but the length and color
are consistent with Sara's.

Okay, you want to process the
bed, or you want me to do it?

I'll do it.

Sheets are gone.

Great, someone removed
the evidence.

Just a warning:

It's been a while
since I've stuck someone.

(chuckles)

Hodges is the expert.

I don't think
you want to be around Hodges

and a sharp object right now.

How come?

He thinks I cheated on Grissom.

Might as well have
cheated on God.

In Hodges' eyes,
you pretty much did.

So, that's the general consensus
around here,

that I cheated on my husband?

You know, I never met Grissom.

He was gone before I came.

But the fact that
I've never seen him around...

I understand.

Morgan, nothing happened.

Okay.

Point is, I wouldn't judge you
if something did.

Once we run a tox screen,

we can extrapolate back to
establish last night's levels.

FINLAY: I figured he'd have
to be really good-looking

to get Sara's interest.

You mind?

You're talking about
people we know.

Are we Team Grissom
or are we Team Sara?

Which one are we protecting?

I see no reason
why we can't protect both.

Clearly, they're going through
tough times.

We should be respectful of that.

I wasn't not being respectful.

It just seems like people here
are a little more upset

about Sara's possible infidelity
than the fact

that she is a suspect
in a homicide.

Is that the murder weapon?

I hope you can tell me.

It's from the hotel.

They've got hundreds
just like it.

But there was one missing

from the room service cart
in the victim's room.

Blade length
looks to be about right.

Handle would be consistent with
the hilt marks on the victim.

I'm as certain as I can be

without having
the actual weapon in my hand.

Well, we will try
and get that for you.

Hodges...

Ah-ah-ah! Do not come in here.

As far as this lab is concerned,
you do not exist.

Look, I know you're angry,
but I...

Oddly enough, this is not
a matter of my feelings.

It's purely practical.

I've just spent
the last three hours

scrubbing any and all hint
of you from this lab,

so as to eliminate
the possibility

of contaminating any evidence.

You enter here,
I have to begin all over again.

So you're not mad at me.

I didn't say that;
I merely said

that's not why I barred you
from my lab.

Okay, well, you know,
I actually came here

to tell you what happened.

And taint my objectivity?

Let's let the evidence
speak for itself, shall we?

FINLAY:
Hey. How you holding up?

I'm not sure.

I-I've never been
in this situation before.

How can you tell?

Yeah, well, don't let Hodges
be the determining factor.

Do you think
Nick and Greg are back yet?

I-I feel like
I really need to talk to them.

Sara, go home.

You need some distance.

I should be here;
I need to help.

You can't, you know that.

Just get out of here;
go home, take a bath,

do something
to take care of yourself.

Really, this is
the last place you should be.

(keypad beeping)

(shower running)

(remote beeps,
mellow instrumental music plays)

(quiet whirring)

(quiet whirring continues)

I-I... I don't know
how it got there.

You know, I wanted
a glass of water,

and I noticed that
the dishwasher was running,

so I opened it...

- So it was running
when you got home. - Maybe.

I wasn't paying attention.

Nick, somebody is
screwing with me.

Who?

I have no idea.

SANDERS:
I checked the entire house.

No sign of forced entry.

Well, who else has a key
or knows your alarm code?

You guys, Grissom, that's it.

Look, somebody was here.

I mean, it was probably

the same person
that killed Taylor Wynard.

If that's true, I'm sure
we'll find evidence of it.

What do you mean,
"if that's true"?

Relax, okay?

We're on your side here.

But you also need
to be on our side.

Remember how we said
we're a family?

Means that we have to start
telling each other the truth.

What are you talking about?

Found this in your bedroom.

What is it?

Photos.

RUSSELL: So this is you
and Taylor Wynard, right?

I'm having trouble with you
lying to me like this, Sara.

I didn't lie to you.

It was... an omission.

You spin it any way you want,
I still got a problem with it.

Yeah, but this proves
what I've been talking about.

Okay? Someone else
is behind this.

Sara, you knew the victim.

You know how bad this looks.

At the time,
I didn't think it was relevant

to what happened at the hotel.

Well, when did you meet him?

When was this?

Two weeks ago,

it was the first and only time
that I saw him.

And when he came to my table
last night,

it was a complete surprise.

Wh-What's going on?

Come on.

Pills, alcohol...
this is not you.

STOKES: Yeah, according
to the tox report,

ten hours after the fact,
your blood alcohol level

was still.03.

A-And your sleeping pills,
the zolpidem,

point-nine milligrams a liter.

That's impossible.

Not point-nine.

I-I took a single
five-milligram

sleeping pill... there's no way
that it could metabolize

for ten hours
and still be that high.

That's not the point.

It's your behavior
that's worrying me.

I mean, you lied to me,
you lied to him.

And I know it's not my place

to comment on
your personal life, but...

You mean my cheating
on my husband?

Truth is,
he's not my husband anymore.

Why? What happened?

Ask him; I'm sure he had
my best interests in mind.

So...

yeah, I... I've been
struggling a little bit.

All right, well,
if anything changes,

I'd appreciate a call.

Thanks.

No sign of
the missing bed sheets.

They were probably thrown in
with the hotel laundry.

In which case,
they're as good as gone.

Mm. Well, if this is
the murder weapon,

there's no way to know for sure.

Pheno came back negative.

There's no blood,
no tissue, nothing.

- Could have all been
washed away. - Yeah.

Well, I guess we can say

that it's consistent
with the murder weapon,

and that it was found
in Sara's house.

Well, she didn't kill anybody.

And it's no crime
to not want to be lonely.

I just finished
processing the hair

from the victim's shower drain.

It's a positive match
for Sara's.

Okay, so she showered.

Why lie about it?

All right, would you still think

it was a lie if she didn't
remember the shower?

Sara had a considerable level
of zolpidem in her system...

a sleep drug that is associated

with all sorts of bizarre
sleepwalking behaviors.

Yeah, sleep-eating,
sleep-driving.

Almost always,
the subject doesn't remember

the event afterwards.

Okay, so you're suggesting
that Sara sleep-showered

and doesn't remember?

I am suggesting
that if that's the case,

we have to consider
any other sleep-acts

she might have been capable of.

Murder...
certainly a possibility.

Incidentally,

don't you think that one of us
should call Grissom?

No.

One of us
should not call Grissom.

STOKES: I wish you would've
said something

about you and Grissom
splitting up.

He's so revered around here,
there's no way

that I don't come out
looking like the bad guy.

Come on, I would've
drank with you.

That's my necklace.

SIDLE: Why is my necklace
on the monitor?

- Sara... - Nick, d-did you
find that necklace

in the hotel room?

Sara, you shouldn't
be seeing that.

Nick, listen to me, okay?

I wasn't wearing
that necklace last night.

That necklace was at my home
in my bedroom.

You heard what Russell
just said. Now, come on.

Just tell me, did you find
that necklace in the hotel room?

Yes.

Now, come on, let's go. Come on.

SIDLE:
Rona/d Basderic.

Been terrorizing Edie
for six months.

/ tried to he/p her
get a restraining order,

but the judge denied it.

MAN: Edie, is that creep
sti// sta/king you?

SIDLE:
You terrorized her.

You kept her awake at night.

She was afraid to walk home.

It's because of you
that she stayed,

and now she's dead.

I know it's you, Ronald.

You wanted me to know, right?

That's why you left
the necklace?

I honestly have no idea
what you're talking about.

The necklace that Edie gave me.

Because I helped her
when she wanted

a restraining order against you.

You watched every move
she made back then.

I'm sure you were stalking her
when she bought it, right?

You really don't
look well, Sara.

I wonder if you're
not experiencing

an unusual amount
of stress lately.

I'm worried about you.

You killed a man, Ronald.

Why?

Why did you do that?

Because I helped Edie?

Because I...
because I stood up to you?

But you were wrong
about me then, Sara.

What makes you think
you're not wrong about me now?

You've been following me;
you've been stalking me.

You took those pictures.

You somehow arranged for Taylor
to be at the hotel.

And did I somehow
make you go up to his room?

Did I force
your infidelity on you?

- Stay away from me.
- Speaking of which,

have you called your husband?

Have you told him about
the tough day you're having?

Tell you what,
let's do it together.

I have his number
right here on speed dial.

(dialing)

(phone clatters on ground)

You're not gonna walk away
this time, Ronald.

That's a promise.

Hey, um...

am I out of my mind, or are you
hiding evidence from me?

Well, we're definitely not
hiding evidence from you,

so it must be that other thing
you just said.

Yeah, I just found out
that you've recovered her hair

in his shower drain.

Which we only just confirmed
for ourselves.

And we told you.

What about the knife?

She had the murder weapon
in her home.

We don't know
that's the murder weapon.

I know this detective badge
may be new,

but I've been a cop
long enough to know

how to read between the lines.

That's the difference between
what you do and what I do.

I don't read between the lines,
I stay with the evidence.

And right now,

there's no evidence
that says that Sara

killed Taylor Wynard,
only that she was in his room.

In his room,
having an illicit affair.

Under the influence of alcohol
and prescription drugs,

lying about her activities.

There you go,
between the lines again.

Look, I am not gunning for Sara.

I do not want a CSI
to be guilty.

But I want to try to protect
the rest of you guys as well.

And I keep thinking,
if this were anyone else,

we would've made
the arrest by now.

SIDLE:
It's Sidle. I told the la...

S-l-D-L-E.

I'm with
the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

I need the phone records
for Ronald Basderic.

No, you see,
I don't have the warrant,

but if you get me
his phone records,

I will get you
an administrative subpoena

as soon as I'm back
in the office.

How about that?

I have to call you back.

(knocking)

- Hey.
- Akers.

Uh, you need
to come with me, Sara.

What's going on?

Just grab whatever you need,
please, come along.

BASDERIC:
What are you gonna do?

CRAWFORD: Any possibility
you're overreacting?

She was waiting for me.

She stalked me.

She came to my work.

Just...

# #

(sighs)

There he is.

Crawford, where is she?

You processed her?

I had to.

She got herself
on camera this time.

Greg, I-I never touched him.
He's setting me up.

He set me up at the hotel,
and he's setting me up now.

SANDERS:
Why were you even there?

Russell tells you to go home,

and you go
to Basderic's workplace?

I know. I-I screwed up, okay?

- Yeah. - But I'm telling you
that Basderic is the one

behind this, okay?

He left Edie's necklace because

he wanted me to know
that it was him.

Where's the rest of it?

That's all there is.

There's only the one camera.

But, Sara, the D.A.
Has more than enough

to charge you with.

You were clearly
the aggressor here.

No! Look at that!

No, he knew

exactly where to stand
for the camera.

He-he lured me to that spot.

The only physical contact
that I had with Basderic

is on that video.

Then how did he get
those injuries?

Greg, how long
have you known me?

You know I didn't do this.

BASDERIC:
She's unstab/e.

I can't be the only one
who sees that.

And yet she's permitted
to carry a gun and a badge.

Does that seem wise?

Before today, when was
the last time you saw CSI Sidle?

Not since the last time she
falsely accused me of murder.

The massacre at Frank's Diner.

Where I lost my Edie.

Is that what she did today?

Did she accuse you of murder?

Yes.

Someone at a hotel.

To be honest, I didn't
follow everything she said.

She seemed
disoriented and confused.

And what about
right before the altercation?

Do you remember
what was said exactly?

Are you asking
if I provoked her?

Is that her defense?

That this is my fault somehow?

I asked her to leave me alone.

She persisted.

Feeling threatened, I pulled out
my phone and called 911.

That's when she attacked me.

Hey. How's she doing?

- Honestly, I'm a little worried.
- (sighs)

STOKES:
She's got to be struggling

over this breakup with Grissom

and just not talking about it,
you know?

Feeling isolated
from the rest of us.

Yeah, so she goes and she beats
the crap out of Basderic?

Well, she says she didn't do it.

Her clothes
are helping her case.

I just examined them.

There is no hint of trace
or any transfer evidence.

Well, there you go.

After the beating Basderic took,
that would be impossible.

Yeah, which means
Basderic is lying.

He probably beat himself up.

You know, Sara thinks

that Basderic committed
the hotel murder;

that the whole thing
is an elaborate setup

aimed at her.

Let's start talking about
what that would take.

If Basderic wanted
to pull this off...

kill Taylor Wynard

and frame Sara...
what would that require?

He would have to know that Sara
was gonna be at the hotel.

Well, that wouldn't be
that hard to do.

She made the reservations
online a couple of weeks ago.

You just got to hack
into her e-mail.

Okay. What else?

He'd have to be able to get
in and out of her house,

and her hotel room,
while she was still in there.

And he would have to arrange

for the victim to be
at that hotel as well.

SANDERS: All right, assuming
that Basderic is the one

who took those photos, he knew
about their previous encounter.

STOKES: I mean, it's been
four months since

Frank's Diner... he's wanted
to get back at her ever since.

And who better than a crazed and
obsessive sociopath to do it?

He set her up.

There's got to be
evidence of it.

Yeah, we just have to find it.

Thank you.

For whatever strings you pulled
to get me out of here.

Wasn't me.

Thank Basderic.

(scoffs)

He's not pursuing charges.

He does have this
for you though.

- Restraining order.
- Mm-hmm.

You're kidding me.

Sara, you're out.
That's a gift.

Now just take it
and stay away from him.

Gun, I keep.

You're on leave
until the department

can figure out
what to do with you.

And, Sara,
next time you're struggling

with something, anything,
come talk to me.

It's important for both of us

- you know you can do that.
- (phone chimes)

Sorry, look, I-I got
a bunch of messages here

from the care facility
that looks after my mother.

- In San Francisco?
- No, no, I moved her down here

about six months ago; although
I don't see her any more often

than I did
when she was up north.

Oh, great.

She got her hands
on a bottle of alcohol.

She's in the hospital.

Just what I needed.

Hi, uh, I'm looking
for Laura Sidle.

Thanks.

Sara.

Hi, Mom.

Oh, sweetie.

I'm so sorry.

Mom, you can't be drinking,
you know that.

You know what happens
when you start.

- You can't drink like that.
- L-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

- I know.
- (sighs)

I know you are.

I pray and pray for you.

All the time,
so that you wouldn't

turn out like me.

Mom, I'm fine, okay?

Just-just rest.

Just-just try to rest right now.

But what about the man?

What man?

At the hotel.

You killed him.

You stabbed him.

Just like I stabbed your father.

Who told you that?

Who did you talk to?

Your friend. Ronald.

Very nice.

So sweet.

# #

# #

Hey.

What's up?

Hotels have a device
that allows them

to override the key-card slot;
and according to the log,

someone did exactly that

and entered Sara's room
just before midnight.

Which means the killer
could have taken her phone,

and would explain the midnight
call she said she never made.

Then it would let the killer

steal the key
to reenter the room later.

He's taking a big risk though,
with her asleep.

I mean, what if she woke up?

Well, if she did,
she has insomnia on a level

the world has never seen.

I tested Sara's sleeping pills.

They had been tampered with.

Supersized, if you will.

They contained more than double
the prescribed dosage.

Safe to say,
she was knocked out.

So Sara was set up.

Now we just got to prove
that it was Basderic.

BRODY:
Hey, take a look at this.

These are
the shower drain covers

from both Sara
and the victim's rooms.

The micro-scratches on
the drain covers don't line up

with the surrounding rings.

But... when I swap them, look.

SANDERS:
A perfect match.

That's how Sara's hair
got in the victim's room.

Someone swapped
the drain covers.

All right, my turn.

So, these are video stills
from hotel surveillance

the night of the murder.

BRODY: All right,
what am I looking for?

This guy. Right here.

Now, he seems to be
in all the right places

at all the right times.

Yeah, but with that hat and
those glasses, it's hard to say.

It could be anybody.

True.

But check this out.

Here's Basderic leaving work
the same day.

Now look at the shoes.

Atlantic Oxfords.

And notice the pants?

There's a coffee stain
or something right there.

Now, if we compare the two...

BRODY:
Same stain, same clothes,

same guy.

Nice.

FINLAY: Which means
now we can put Basderic

in the hotel
the night of the murder.

STOKES: Question is:
What does he really want?

I mean, why would he plan it out
the way he did?

Well, he's obsessed with Sara.

He wants to get back at her

for belittling him
for stalking Edie.

STOKES:
Okay, but what's his endgame?

If he just wants
to frame Sara for murder,

he could've left
the b/oody knife

at her house... then she really
would've been screwed.

Instead, he washes it off. Why?

Same reason he didn't
press charges for the assault.

He doesn't want her locked up;
he wants her out.

Which means
he's not done with her.

And I think I know why.

Russell, during
the Frank's Diner murders,

Sara and I turned up
a previous court case

that involved Basderic.

I remember, civil suit...
he collected damages

after somebody
assaulted him, right?

The point is
that Basderic drew the guy in.

He harassed and stalked his wife

until the guy
finally came after him.

Then Basderic shot him
in self-defense.

Now, Sara already

has the restraining order
against her.

And she's on record
for having assaulted the guy.

So if she goes after him,

he could legally shoot her
and get away with it.

That is the revenge
that he's after.

He doesn't want to frame her,
he wants to kill her.

Where's Sara now?

I don't know.

She won't answer her phone.

(dialing)

(cell phone vibrating)

(vibrating continues)

(siren whoops)

(tires screech)

Another ambush
by Las Vegas's finest?

No, we just want to have
a friendly conversation, Ronald.

Is, uh, that a weapon
you're carrying?

The gun is registered.

I have a permit to carry it.

I'm gonna have to relieve you
of it anyway.

Just while we're talking.

Make sure nothing goes sideways,
nobody gets hurt.

We know you were at the hotel.

Well, that's awfully vague.

Am I supposed to know
what you're talking about?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

Last night, when you stabbed
Taylor Wynard to death.

And you have evidence of this?

Or am I supposed to just...

offer up a confession?

Is that why you're here?

No.

I'm here to give you a warning.

If you hurt Sara...

She attacked me.

I'm the one
who has to be worried.

Maybe we should take you in.

We could hold you
for your own protection.

That won't be necessary.

Next time...
should there be a next time...

I'll be ready.

Next time's with me.

I'm free to go, am I not?

Nick.

I won't let you hurt her.

Can I have my gun, please?

You be careful with that.

(tires screeching)

SIDLE:
Leave the light off.

What do you want?

What do I want?

I'm gonna stop you.

I didn't want to do this.

I didn't want to come here.

But you made me, Ronald.

You discredit me at my job,
you get me arrested,

you go after my mother?!

You don't really think
you can get away with this.

I don't really care.

Somebody needs to stop you.

You have ruined so many lives.

And now I'm gonna ruin yours.

(gun clicks)

Don't bother.

I removed the firing pin
when I was in your house.

Don't worry, I'll put it back.

After.

This is exactly
what you wanted, isn't it?

You planned all of this right
down to this minute right here.

Well, at least now you can
appreciate what I went through.

The months of planning,
the attention to detail.

Did you even notice?

Seven stab wounds.

I stabbed him seven times,

just like your mother
stabbed your father.

You're sick, Ronald.

I watched you, Sara.

I read your e-mails.

I witnessed your adolescent
groping outside the bar.

You know, I had to pay Taylor
to meet you at the hotel.

I told him we were friends,
that I didn't want you to spend

your birthday by yourself.

I even sprung for the dessert.

And now I get to kill you.

Just do it already.

You're done, Ronald.

This time, for real.

What did I tell you, Ronald?

I said I won't let you hurt her.

Blanks.

You switched my ammo.

No, he did.

Must be yours.

Guess I, uh, got
mixed up somehow.

There you go.

Yeah.

Right. Come on.

Ugh. No!

I do not need that damn chair.

I can walk just fine.

Well, I know, Mom,
but the hospital has rules.

Since when were you one
to follow rules?

What was it you used to tell me?

Lf, um... somebody wants to do

something nice for you,
why get in their way?

I did say that, didn't I?

All the time.

You were full of good advice.

Too bad I didn't take
any of it myself, right?

(groaning softly)

There are so many things

I wish I had done differently.

And most of them, I...
I can't change now.

But one thing I...

would like to try and change...

is the way
things are between us.

Maybe we could...

visit once in a while.

I just want you to be okay.

I'm fine.

I'm great.

I think people would
understand if...

you want to take some time off.

No, I'd rather
get right back in.

You sure?

Where else would I want to be?

Okay.

(pours coffee)

Little late for an intervention,
don't you think?

Well, I just, I just thought...

We.

We... just thought

that it might be a...
good idea to talk.

SANDERS:
Or listen.

Whatever you prefer.

Have a seat.

I didn't mean
to shut you guys out.

I didn't tell you about
Grissom and me because

I didn't believe it myself.

You know, we made that
dinner reservation together

before we split up,

and as I sat there alone
in the restaurant...

...I honestly expected him
to show up.

I think that we all
like the idea...

of you two being together.

And maybe it was because

that was our way
of-of hanging on to him

just a little bit, you know.

But if it's over, it's over.

Hey, you can't sit around
waiting forever.

STOKES:
And you'll always have us.

(Sidle and Stokes laugh)

Like it or not.

Thank you.

Thank you
for not giving up on me.