CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript
A murder appears to be a suicide with very little evidence.
My name is Royce Harmon.
I reside at 7642 Carpenter 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.
Yeah, we're at the north end
of Carpenter.
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.
- Think so, huh?
Well, 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, jeez.
- Pupa stage three.
- English. I'm not an entomologist.
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. If I'm lucky,
I can break out of here in time
for a shot at the first rack
at 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 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?
Oh, 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.
I haven't even clocked in yet.
- Hey, Nick. What's the count?
- Me and Warrick are tied at 99.
- Next crime solved makes CSI three.
- What's your first assignment?
I don't know yet.
Hope it ain't that trick roll noise.
Even Grissom's having a hard time.
One more, baby. One more.
$8,000 raise, choice of shift,
get to work all the gnarly stuff, bro.
Serial killers, lovemaps,
homosexual mutilation.
- You get off on that stuff, huh?
- You know it, baby.
- Young blood. Hey.
- What's up?
- What up, bitch?
- Warrick.
- What's up, dog?
- Nothing. Murdering the sportsbooks.
- How'd you do this weekend?
- Killed them. Eight of ten.
Outside the Huskers and them
punk-ass Irish, I'm up about four G.
You got a winner for me tomorrow?
Green Bay, minus seven and a half
over Niners.
- The Pack.
- Go with the better quarterback.
- Hey, good luck tonight, man.
- Thanks, Nick. You too.
- I hope you get that trick roll.
- Oh, I hope the Pack wins...
- ... by seven.
- Ha-ha-ha. You're wrong.
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.
Mm.
- What's the matter?
- Oh, I'm kind of lightheaded.
Sit down, sit down.
You're probably low on blood sugar.
I got just the thing.
Here, try one of these.
No offense,
but I don't think I wanna eat anything
that's been in this office.
Is there a grasshopper in here?
When we get 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, okay?
Administration,
not my favorite thing.
Now 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 gotta go
catch some bad guys.
- I don't want to spend the night!
- Help me out, tonight. Please?
- I said no!
- Stop it.
Hey, Lindsey. Lindsey!
What am I doing? I'm late.
- I can't do this. Nancy?
It's okay, Cath. I got it.
- I'll pick her up in the morning.
- Okay.
Bye, sis.
I love you.
So your mother
is Lieutenant Jane Gribbs from Traffic.
- Is that right?
- Yes, sir.
Well, congratulations, Gribbs.
You're the fifth person
I've been forced to hire.
And you know what,
that makes you unlucky.
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?
- Well, that's not fair.
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 don't amount to nothing
but headaches and bad press.
Dismissed.
Fine.
- Think you got through?
- You're scheduled to appear
at an autopsy at 12:30 a. m.
They're cutting up that bozo who put
a hole in his chest. Take her with.
I think every new hire
should experience an autopsy
on their first night.
Look. I want her out of here.
I don't care how you do it, just do it.
Her gun and badge on my desk
by the end of the shift,
or I make her quit.
It's okay. Shh.
Ma'am, are you all right?
She's fine.
She's just a little shook up, is all.
Somebody wanna 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. Would you please take
your sweaty feet off the head pillow?
They stink.
Here's a 20. That's twice as much
as you came with.
Hit the road.
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.
Well, why don't you print that tread
and see how good you are?
- Why are you doing that?
- Just procedure, sir.
We just wanna make sure
the shoe on the suspect
is the same shoe
that kicked down your door.
- 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
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 gotta 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've 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.
Help!
Help me!
There were bodies.
I could feel them breathing.
- Oh, God.
- It's okay, Holly. It's all right.
You assholes.
There.
Okay, okay, let's go.
What's up, fellas?
We got a call about a trick roll.
Right there. Room 1413.
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 slipped you something?
No. I can't drink.
I got this bum ticker.
- Look, officer, I-
- Nick.
- Call me Nick.
- Nick.
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 sitting in the lounge,
minding my own business,
when this sweet-smelling brunette
came up to me.
Next thing I know,
she's nibbling on my earlobe and...
Well, my goodness.
Look at you.
I'm a bad boy.
Well, 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: Aah.
- Aah.
- Was she hot?
- Uh-huh.
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.
Sure you don't wanna take
the rest of the night off, huh?
No way. I'll be fine. Really.
You know, my first robbery solved
was a store like this.
When we caught the guy,
the owner was so happy
he gave me a dozen farm-fresh eggs
out of his cooler.
Who knows? Maybe if you catch
this guy on prints,
they'll give you some free
Chaffles.
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 7 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 human hair
is yanked out like this.
Ow! Damn, man.
You see the seeds?
Hair only comes out in that form
when it's yanked or pulled,
signifying a struggle.
You know what? I gotta go.
Tell Grissom when he gets back
I went to Homicide
to do a follow-up on the husband.
- Peace.
- Yeah.
Hey, 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 them.
You never do.
Sir, I'm on your side.
I just wanna clear you.
Then clear me.
I already told you everything.
I understand that, but the evidence
is telling us something different.
So I'm gonna 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 to him?
Call 911.
I must have tied the laces wrong.
I'm sorry.
I know I should have 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?
- We're getting there.
- This is my popsicle stand.
I'll defend it to the hilt if I have to.
So this is it? The $8,000 Q-Tip.
- Wow, you're the chemist.
I just need to know
what knocked the old man out.
In 20 seconds, this'll give us
the complete chemical breakdown
right down to the atom.
But I'm gonna warn you, though.
These mouth swabs don't always read.
Now, vaginal swabs, no problem.
Anal swabs, money.
- Anal swabs?
- Anal swabs.
Ouch.
Dude, you got NFL 2K
for Dreamcast?
Yeah, I 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, but 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 is a Code 4.
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
is gonna clean my counter here?
Let me tell you, 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.
- 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 on to something.
His story's changed a bit.
Now he says there was a struggle.
Said he stepped on his shoe
while they were fighting.
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.
The 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.
The way I figure it,
this son of a bitch is smart.
He 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?
- 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 gonna warm my damn barn?
Just thought
it'd be something different.
You wanna 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?
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, I gotta be honest.
This ain't me.
I was pushed into it by my mom.
She's a lieutenant in Traffic.
She's never gonna get out of Traffic,
so I'm fulfilling her dreams, not mine.
Ah. Wow.
I can sit here, and I can baby you,
and I can tell you to quit.
But I'm not gonna do that,
because I really love my job.
We're not Crime Scene Investigators.
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.
And at the end of the day,
we've done something good.
We've done something right.
- So you think I should stick with it?
- Stick with it?
Let me just ask you something, Holly.
Have you ever been violated?
Yeah.
- Didn't feel too good, did it?
- No, it didn't.
The cops,
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.
What's a 428?
Don't run a game on me, Warrick.
You want me to call Judge Cohen
at 4 in the morning,
bring me something more
than a damn toenail.
You got to make that call.
- If you don't, he'll walk.
- 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 foul play.
- The guy lived there, Warrick.
Maybe he put on the victim's sneaker
to fetch the paper.
I have a sworn statement stating
he never wore the victim's shoe.
You don't know
if the toenail was the vic's.
- Can't be. He was wearing socks.
- Not good enough.
Not good enough?
- Cap, it don't get better than this.
- Look, I said no, Brown. Damn it.
Now chill. You're all jacked up
over your hundredth.
- Captain, I know this chuck is guilty.
- So, what if he is? So what?
So maybe he got sick and tired
of some scumbag freeloading off him,
got fed up, and shot him dead
like the mutt that he is. Good for him.
You know what?
I would've done the same damn thing.
I wouldn't doubt that for a minute.
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.
Do you mind closing the door behind
you? I gotta make an important call.
We'll talk
about your little foot fetish later.
Judge Cohen, please.
White female, mid-20s.
Said she passed out behind the wheel.
- You might wanna check it out.
- Okay, thanks, brother.
Hi. Nick Stokes, Criminalistics.
Mind if I take a look?
I don't know what happened.
I remember the song
that was playing on the radio.
I just don't remember passing out.
Say, "Aah. "
- What?
- You know: Aah. Uhh.
Aah.
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 whipping.
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'm not getting 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.
Sir.
Dispatch, please be advised
Judge Cohen's residence is a Code 4.
False alarm. Suspect was one
Warrick Brown.
- Brown, what the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry, judge.
Brass wouldn't call you
for a warrant.
I got a whopper on the line
with a 100-pound test.
Go on in, honey.
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.
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 on that recorder?
We talked to the family.
The deceased didn't even know
any Paul Millander.
Oh, I...
Hi, sergeant.
Would you mind if I...?
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.
Sure, 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.
This is our bestseller.
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?
- 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.
- 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 up.
- You can't. Me and Nick are tied.
- Tough.
- Grissom.
- I don't believe this.
Have Warrick shadow Gribbs
for three weeks,
or until Nicky makes his 100th,
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, Grissom. I had his ass too.
- Yes, you had him.
The minute you thought about
yourself instead of the case,
you lost him. Okay?
Nurse, excuse me, I'm Catherine
Willows from Criminalistics.
I'm here for the 428.
Hi, Laura. I'm Catherine.
How you doing, kiddo?
- What's that?
- Well, that is a camera.
I have to 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?
Could you hold my dolly for me?
I'd love to.
No, 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.
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.
Who was the voice on the tape?
It's pending
psycholinguistic analysis.
We're checking the voice patterns,
but it's still too soon to know.
You know,
this may sound funny,
but I feel better knowing
that he didn't take his own life.
For 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 it.
- Sorry you gotta babysit.
- Yeah. I'm sorry too.
- Control, P-4442 arrived.
Copy that.
Okay, go inside. Dust for prints.
- Take plenty of photographs-
- Photographs. Be thorough.
I got the same speech
from Mr. Grissom.
Good. Look, I gotta run an errand.
I'll be back in around 45.
You'll be okay on your own?
You kidding? I'm fired up, ready to go.
Besides, there's an officer here.
Gil Grissom, Forensics.
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.
- Hey, Dr. Leever.
- Hey.
- What's up, man? I got your page.
- Have you had any trick rolls lately?
I had a ton of them. 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.
- Whoa, whoa, skin discoloration?
- Yeah.
- Where, the lips?
- No, their nipples.
Nope. Loser.
Give me the next item up for bid.
- It's nasty.
- No. Striation.
Whenever two objects are broken,
there occurs what we called stria,
two unique connecting points.
If I can match the nail in the sneaker
to the suspect's clippings...
Alcatraz.
Well.
When Harry Met Sally.
- The brother was right, wasn't he?
- Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Careful, Boe, you'll hurt your back.
What's up?
- Give me the Packers.
- One second.
Warrick, come in.
- This is Warrick. Go ahead.
- It's Grissom. We got him.
Yeah. I'll be right there.
- Who do you want, now?
- Give me the Niners for five dimes.
Open up!
- Open the door.
Ahh!
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. 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.
We meet again.
- May I see your discoloration?
- You wanna give me 20 bucks?
You wanna do time?
Okay. 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?
- Eye drops?
Nope. It's scopolamine.
It's a chemical
used for motion sickness.
This eye-drop bottle's a front.
One drop of this stuff,
and she's out cold.
I'm a bad, bad boy, aren't I?
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.
Do yourself a favor, 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.
Control, this is P-3901.
I'm gonna be on break
for about 15 minutes.
- Mommy?
- Shh.
We don't wanna wake up Jeremy.
Mommy, what's wrong?
Mommy just kind of had
a rough night.
But I couldn't drive here fast enough
to tell you how much I love you.
I know, Mommy. I love you too.
You're such a good girl.
Congratulations, Nicky, my boy.
You are now a CSI level three.
- Whoo!
Yeah!
- Good job, Nick.
- Thanks.
Hey, Warrick, listen, I heard
about the whole thing with the shoe.
Don't worry about it, man.
That's not what it's about.
- It's all you, man.
- Thanks.
Let's get out of here
and 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.
She was shot six times.
They don't think she's gonna make it.
Now, listen up.
I want your full attention.
Brown, I'm putting you on leave,
pending a report of your whereabouts.
So wash your faces,
change your socks.
You have a long day ahead of you.
I reside at 7642 Carpenter 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.
Yeah, we're at the north end
of Carpenter.
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.
- Think so, huh?
Well, 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, jeez.
- Pupa stage three.
- English. I'm not an entomologist.
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. If I'm lucky,
I can break out of here in time
for a shot at the first rack
at 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 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?
Oh, 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.
I haven't even clocked in yet.
- Hey, Nick. What's the count?
- Me and Warrick are tied at 99.
- Next crime solved makes CSI three.
- What's your first assignment?
I don't know yet.
Hope it ain't that trick roll noise.
Even Grissom's having a hard time.
One more, baby. One more.
$8,000 raise, choice of shift,
get to work all the gnarly stuff, bro.
Serial killers, lovemaps,
homosexual mutilation.
- You get off on that stuff, huh?
- You know it, baby.
- Young blood. Hey.
- What's up?
- What up, bitch?
- Warrick.
- What's up, dog?
- Nothing. Murdering the sportsbooks.
- How'd you do this weekend?
- Killed them. Eight of ten.
Outside the Huskers and them
punk-ass Irish, I'm up about four G.
You got a winner for me tomorrow?
Green Bay, minus seven and a half
over Niners.
- The Pack.
- Go with the better quarterback.
- Hey, good luck tonight, man.
- Thanks, Nick. You too.
- I hope you get that trick roll.
- Oh, I hope the Pack wins...
- ... by seven.
- Ha-ha-ha. You're wrong.
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.
Mm.
- What's the matter?
- Oh, I'm kind of lightheaded.
Sit down, sit down.
You're probably low on blood sugar.
I got just the thing.
Here, try one of these.
No offense,
but I don't think I wanna eat anything
that's been in this office.
Is there a grasshopper in here?
When we get 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, okay?
Administration,
not my favorite thing.
Now 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 gotta go
catch some bad guys.
- I don't want to spend the night!
- Help me out, tonight. Please?
- I said no!
- Stop it.
Hey, Lindsey. Lindsey!
What am I doing? I'm late.
- I can't do this. Nancy?
It's okay, Cath. I got it.
- I'll pick her up in the morning.
- Okay.
Bye, sis.
I love you.
So your mother
is Lieutenant Jane Gribbs from Traffic.
- Is that right?
- Yes, sir.
Well, congratulations, Gribbs.
You're the fifth person
I've been forced to hire.
And you know what,
that makes you unlucky.
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?
- Well, that's not fair.
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 don't amount to nothing
but headaches and bad press.
Dismissed.
Fine.
- Think you got through?
- You're scheduled to appear
at an autopsy at 12:30 a. m.
They're cutting up that bozo who put
a hole in his chest. Take her with.
I think every new hire
should experience an autopsy
on their first night.
Look. I want her out of here.
I don't care how you do it, just do it.
Her gun and badge on my desk
by the end of the shift,
or I make her quit.
It's okay. Shh.
Ma'am, are you all right?
She's fine.
She's just a little shook up, is all.
Somebody wanna 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. Would you please take
your sweaty feet off the head pillow?
They stink.
Here's a 20. That's twice as much
as you came with.
Hit the road.
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.
Well, why don't you print that tread
and see how good you are?
- Why are you doing that?
- Just procedure, sir.
We just wanna make sure
the shoe on the suspect
is the same shoe
that kicked down your door.
- 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
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 gotta 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've 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.
Help!
Help me!
There were bodies.
I could feel them breathing.
- Oh, God.
- It's okay, Holly. It's all right.
You assholes.
There.
Okay, okay, let's go.
What's up, fellas?
We got a call about a trick roll.
Right there. Room 1413.
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 slipped you something?
No. I can't drink.
I got this bum ticker.
- Look, officer, I-
- Nick.
- Call me Nick.
- Nick.
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 sitting in the lounge,
minding my own business,
when this sweet-smelling brunette
came up to me.
Next thing I know,
she's nibbling on my earlobe and...
Well, my goodness.
Look at you.
I'm a bad boy.
Well, 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: Aah.
- Aah.
- Was she hot?
- Uh-huh.
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.
Sure you don't wanna take
the rest of the night off, huh?
No way. I'll be fine. Really.
You know, my first robbery solved
was a store like this.
When we caught the guy,
the owner was so happy
he gave me a dozen farm-fresh eggs
out of his cooler.
Who knows? Maybe if you catch
this guy on prints,
they'll give you some free
Chaffles.
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 7 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 human hair
is yanked out like this.
Ow! Damn, man.
You see the seeds?
Hair only comes out in that form
when it's yanked or pulled,
signifying a struggle.
You know what? I gotta go.
Tell Grissom when he gets back
I went to Homicide
to do a follow-up on the husband.
- Peace.
- Yeah.
Hey, 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 them.
You never do.
Sir, I'm on your side.
I just wanna clear you.
Then clear me.
I already told you everything.
I understand that, but the evidence
is telling us something different.
So I'm gonna 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 to him?
Call 911.
I must have tied the laces wrong.
I'm sorry.
I know I should have 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?
- We're getting there.
- This is my popsicle stand.
I'll defend it to the hilt if I have to.
So this is it? The $8,000 Q-Tip.
- Wow, you're the chemist.
I just need to know
what knocked the old man out.
In 20 seconds, this'll give us
the complete chemical breakdown
right down to the atom.
But I'm gonna warn you, though.
These mouth swabs don't always read.
Now, vaginal swabs, no problem.
Anal swabs, money.
- Anal swabs?
- Anal swabs.
Ouch.
Dude, you got NFL 2K
for Dreamcast?
Yeah, I 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, but 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 is a Code 4.
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
is gonna clean my counter here?
Let me tell you, 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.
- 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 on to something.
His story's changed a bit.
Now he says there was a struggle.
Said he stepped on his shoe
while they were fighting.
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.
The 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.
The way I figure it,
this son of a bitch is smart.
He 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?
- 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 gonna warm my damn barn?
Just thought
it'd be something different.
You wanna 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?
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, I gotta be honest.
This ain't me.
I was pushed into it by my mom.
She's a lieutenant in Traffic.
She's never gonna get out of Traffic,
so I'm fulfilling her dreams, not mine.
Ah. Wow.
I can sit here, and I can baby you,
and I can tell you to quit.
But I'm not gonna do that,
because I really love my job.
We're not Crime Scene Investigators.
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.
And at the end of the day,
we've done something good.
We've done something right.
- So you think I should stick with it?
- Stick with it?
Let me just ask you something, Holly.
Have you ever been violated?
Yeah.
- Didn't feel too good, did it?
- No, it didn't.
The cops,
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.
What's a 428?
Don't run a game on me, Warrick.
You want me to call Judge Cohen
at 4 in the morning,
bring me something more
than a damn toenail.
You got to make that call.
- If you don't, he'll walk.
- 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 foul play.
- The guy lived there, Warrick.
Maybe he put on the victim's sneaker
to fetch the paper.
I have a sworn statement stating
he never wore the victim's shoe.
You don't know
if the toenail was the vic's.
- Can't be. He was wearing socks.
- Not good enough.
Not good enough?
- Cap, it don't get better than this.
- Look, I said no, Brown. Damn it.
Now chill. You're all jacked up
over your hundredth.
- Captain, I know this chuck is guilty.
- So, what if he is? So what?
So maybe he got sick and tired
of some scumbag freeloading off him,
got fed up, and shot him dead
like the mutt that he is. Good for him.
You know what?
I would've done the same damn thing.
I wouldn't doubt that for a minute.
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.
Do you mind closing the door behind
you? I gotta make an important call.
We'll talk
about your little foot fetish later.
Judge Cohen, please.
White female, mid-20s.
Said she passed out behind the wheel.
- You might wanna check it out.
- Okay, thanks, brother.
Hi. Nick Stokes, Criminalistics.
Mind if I take a look?
I don't know what happened.
I remember the song
that was playing on the radio.
I just don't remember passing out.
Say, "Aah. "
- What?
- You know: Aah. Uhh.
Aah.
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 whipping.
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'm not getting 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.
Sir.
Dispatch, please be advised
Judge Cohen's residence is a Code 4.
False alarm. Suspect was one
Warrick Brown.
- Brown, what the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry, judge.
Brass wouldn't call you
for a warrant.
I got a whopper on the line
with a 100-pound test.
Go on in, honey.
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.
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 on that recorder?
We talked to the family.
The deceased didn't even know
any Paul Millander.
Oh, I...
Hi, sergeant.
Would you mind if I...?
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.
Sure, 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.
This is our bestseller.
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?
- 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.
- 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 up.
- You can't. Me and Nick are tied.
- Tough.
- Grissom.
- I don't believe this.
Have Warrick shadow Gribbs
for three weeks,
or until Nicky makes his 100th,
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, Grissom. I had his ass too.
- Yes, you had him.
The minute you thought about
yourself instead of the case,
you lost him. Okay?
Nurse, excuse me, I'm Catherine
Willows from Criminalistics.
I'm here for the 428.
Hi, Laura. I'm Catherine.
How you doing, kiddo?
- What's that?
- Well, that is a camera.
I have to 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?
Could you hold my dolly for me?
I'd love to.
No, 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.
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.
Who was the voice on the tape?
It's pending
psycholinguistic analysis.
We're checking the voice patterns,
but it's still too soon to know.
You know,
this may sound funny,
but I feel better knowing
that he didn't take his own life.
For 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 it.
- Sorry you gotta babysit.
- Yeah. I'm sorry too.
- Control, P-4442 arrived.
Copy that.
Okay, go inside. Dust for prints.
- Take plenty of photographs-
- Photographs. Be thorough.
I got the same speech
from Mr. Grissom.
Good. Look, I gotta run an errand.
I'll be back in around 45.
You'll be okay on your own?
You kidding? I'm fired up, ready to go.
Besides, there's an officer here.
Gil Grissom, Forensics.
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.
- Hey, Dr. Leever.
- Hey.
- What's up, man? I got your page.
- Have you had any trick rolls lately?
I had a ton of them. 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.
- Whoa, whoa, skin discoloration?
- Yeah.
- Where, the lips?
- No, their nipples.
Nope. Loser.
Give me the next item up for bid.
- It's nasty.
- No. Striation.
Whenever two objects are broken,
there occurs what we called stria,
two unique connecting points.
If I can match the nail in the sneaker
to the suspect's clippings...
Alcatraz.
Well.
When Harry Met Sally.
- The brother was right, wasn't he?
- Uh-huh.
Yeah.
Careful, Boe, you'll hurt your back.
What's up?
- Give me the Packers.
- One second.
Warrick, come in.
- This is Warrick. Go ahead.
- It's Grissom. We got him.
Yeah. I'll be right there.
- Who do you want, now?
- Give me the Niners for five dimes.
Open up!
- Open the door.
Ahh!
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. 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.
We meet again.
- May I see your discoloration?
- You wanna give me 20 bucks?
You wanna do time?
Okay. 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?
- Eye drops?
Nope. It's scopolamine.
It's a chemical
used for motion sickness.
This eye-drop bottle's a front.
One drop of this stuff,
and she's out cold.
I'm a bad, bad boy, aren't I?
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.
Do yourself a favor, 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.
Control, this is P-3901.
I'm gonna be on break
for about 15 minutes.
- Mommy?
- Shh.
We don't wanna wake up Jeremy.
Mommy, what's wrong?
Mommy just kind of had
a rough night.
But I couldn't drive here fast enough
to tell you how much I love you.
I know, Mommy. I love you too.
You're such a good girl.
Congratulations, Nicky, my boy.
You are now a CSI level three.
- Whoo!
Yeah!
- Good job, Nick.
- Thanks.
Hey, Warrick, listen, I heard
about the whole thing with the shoe.
Don't worry about it, man.
That's not what it's about.
- It's all you, man.
- Thanks.
Let's get out of here
and 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.
She was shot six times.
They don't think she's gonna make it.
Now, listen up.
I want your full attention.
Brown, I'm putting you on leave,
pending a report of your whereabouts.
So wash your faces,
change your socks.
You have a long day ahead of you.