Natalie. Natalie Davis. I know who you are. I know a lot about you. You make miniatures. I've seen you before, right? You work in the lab, on the cleaning crew. So sorry about hitting you back there. I guess, uh, I have a fear of trunks. In my business, you only find one thing in them. We actually have a lot in common, you know. I was a foster kid, too. Happy happy, joy joy. I do know what it's like to be alone, afraid that nobody's ever going to be there for you.
[Ecklie tries to call Grissom, no answer, so he leaves a message on his phone] Gil, Conrad again. Message three, call me back please. [To Sara] It feeling better?
Really? Okay, uh... [pauses] Look, I don't wanna play any games here, this is as difficult for me as it is for you. So, let's just, uh, get this over with, shall we? Okay then, um, this is an administrative inquiry. You and your supervisor were in direct violation of lab policy.
[pauses for a second] Are. In direct violation of lab policy, which states that members of the same forensic team may not engage in a romantic relationship. So, when did you and Supervisor Grissom begin your relationship?
Not exactly, welcome to the latest fad, dining in the dark. [presses a remote that makes the room pitch black] The waiters are blind. No one sees anything. Piece of cake, huh?
You've been dodging me, it's time to talk. Gil, nobody wants to hear about your love life less than I do, but since you didn't handle this right, I have to take a formal statement. [Grissom (^^) stares at him] It should have been a conversation between friends. I mean, we could find someway around this. Catherine could have done Sara's evaluations. Why didn't you just tell me?
I know that you said you would do it but I don't wanna do that to the team. Besides, I am sure that I could use more daylight in my life.[long pause] We should go.
Well, don't get too excited because I got another hit off of the telephone. Pedophile. [hands her another paper] And I got one off of the dress, a rapist. [hands her another paper] And another off the bed frame. A prostitute, a pimp, and another prostitute. [hands her more papers]
These people have a daughter and she's missing. And due to the fact that you're a convicted sex offender, you better come up with something more than these corny, priestly homilies, and you better come up with them fast.
RRRev. Rhodes
I don't have to answer to you. I want to talk to my lawyer.
You're a primitive man on the Savannah. You see something move out of the corner of your eye. You assume it's a hyena. You run, you live. If you assume it's the wind and you're wrong, you die. We have the genes of the ones who ran. We're genetically hard-wired to believe living forces that we cannot see.
RRRev. Rhodes
The Devil's sliest trick is making us believe he isn't real. But call his name loud and long enough, [knocks on the table four times] guess who comes knockin' on your door?
You know, that question I will answer. We're not here to protect anyone, Ronnie. Not even the cops. We're here to figure out what happened. If you can't do that, you should get different job.
