Catherine [as Greg is carrying a container of goo]: Mr. and Mrs. Decomp?
'Til death do they centrifuge.
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation · Season 10
Catherine [as Greg is carrying a container of goo]: Mr. and Mrs. Decomp?
'Til death do they centrifuge.
According to the SMD's, Wilkes traveled 3.2 miles from his last engine stop. Now, how do you drive that far, that wasted and still stay on the road?
Individual tolerances vary, just ask Keith Richards.
Alright, look guys, I got a press conference in an hour and I'd rather not say something that I'll have to backtrack later on. Did Wilkes intentionally kill Olivia Hamilton?
Nick [same time as Ray]: I'd say so.
I doubt it.
Maybe you should cancel the press conference.
Nick [to Ray]: Shooting review board?
Yeah. [reads the letter] They cleared me.
Good. Kill or be killed, Ray. It's a terrible situation to be in, man, don't let it bother 'ya.
It hasn't been bothering me. And that's what's been bothering me.
Sara, I know that you walked into some fireworks in the breakroom.
What? Ecklie? Please.
No, I just read Riley's exit interview. She had some... harsh things to say about my leadership, that the team's fractured, that it lacks cohesion because of me because of my managerial style. I don't know. I-I admit it, I admit that things are different since Grissom left.
Well... it's like when a great baseball team loses its clean-up hitter; suddenly everybody's swinging for the fences and nobody's playin' small ball.
Catherine [smirks]: You're using a baseball analogy.
Ah, apparently part of being married is attempting to share in your spouse's interests.
Catherine [chuckles]: Okay. That's a weird side of you.
Sara [smiles]: I know. Look, you still have a lot of great players and some new talent. Maybe you just need to reshuffle your lineup.
English, please?
You are a great CSI Catherine, and you know how to manage your team. The only thing Grissom had that you don't... is you. [Catherine smiles.]
Porn house, drug house, Millander house in between, they must throw one hell of a block party.
See, Craig, you and I have something in common: We both have father's who killed people.
Your father was a serial killer?
No, he was a soldier in the Korean War. He even got a Bronze Star for his work.
That's different.
No it's not. See, after the war was over, my father continued to fight, every once in a while he would go out to a bar, not so much to drink, but to pick fights. I remember one day, he came home he was very excited. He had a black eye and a fat lip, and was bragging about how he had knocked somebody out. Said he hit the man so hard the paramedics had to peel him off the floor, said it was the most fun he had ever had.
Craig, if we made you feel like you were paying for your father's crimes, I'm sorry.
You know, I never even met Mr. Millander, yet I'm more like a Millander than a Mason. You probably wonder how that happened.
It has crossed my mind.
You see, my father, Doug Mason, took me to the Halloween warehouse once a month. He told me that the owner, Mr. Millander was his friend, and then my father would play with me with me just like every father would play with his son. Millander's costumes were toys to me, and I'd told my father every time that we went to tell this Mr. Millander that he was a genius. And then one day it all stopped, I lost both my father and my idol. And making masks and rubber hands is my way of keeping the connection alive.
What's the angriest you've ever been?
I've been mad enough to kill somebody. Didn't do it. What about you?
High threshold. Short fuse.
Me, too. In high school, I vented my frustrations by devising elaborate tortures for my classmates. In comic book form, of course.
Well, whether the killer woke up this morning intending to beat this guy to death or not, right now, he's a new man with a new plan. And a big, fat secret.
Secrets are hard to keep.
You know, I'm curious, uh, have you had any problems with disgruntled employees lately?
No more than usual. I mean come on, you know what we do here?
Yeah, I read the sign. You're support operations for The Tangiers.
Which means we laminate badges, distribute uniforms and issue parking permits. We are the testicles of the casino business, my friend. If you're working here, it's not 'cause you want to be.
I put my credibility on the line for you. CSIs said excessive force, I said 'no way'.
That's right.
Oh, really? [plays the dispatch recording of Officer Finn calling Sergeant Johnson a black son of a bitch.]
I don't remember saying that.
I'm advising you not to speak, not until we hear the complete recording and check the witness statements.
You think I'm racist? I don't remember, if I said he was black, I was describing the suspect. I was so focused on what the gun was doing I...
Did you see his face?
No, it was dark out.
Are you telling me, you didn't recognize Scott Johnson? He was a trainee, he rode with you, he was your damn partner for four months. You spent 8 hours a day in a car together. You saw more of him than you did of your wife.
This was over 5 years ago.
So you're telling me you didn't recognize a guy who put a formal complaint in your file for racial discrimination? Let me read this to you: "Frequent and excessive use of racial epithets including the 'N' word."
First of all, no. I didn't recognize Johnson. And second, yeah, sure, I use street talk with the trainees.
Come on, you know that doesn't fly anymore.
But believe me, whatever they get from me is nothing compared to what they're gonna get from the real gorillas in the jungle.
That's a poor choice of words.
I am training them for the real world and of the dozens and dozens of people I have trained, and that is every color of the rainbow, pal. That hard ass was the only one who ever complained. The only one. He's the racist, not me.
Look, when I had a gun pulled on me, I didn't check for skin color before I pulled the trigger. Finn's motives are not what we're after, just the evidence that's gonna tell us about his actions.
Detective Moreno [looking at the computer screen]: Each dot represents a crime involving firearms. And that... that's just the last year.
Wow. You leave town for a while and all hell breaks loose.
Finn took action in the line of duty. Johnson was trying to help a kid at risk.
So where's the bad guy in this?
You tell me.
I was teaching at WLVU when Coach Miller won his second conference title. And everybody loved him, treated him like a god.
Even gods have enemies.
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