Rating 85
When a well-known casino owner is found lifeless and stripped of clothing in his driveway, the CSI teams join forces to find the cause of death. Evidence leads them from a furnished adult nursery into the bizarre world of infantilism: men who wear diapers and love to be coddled.
Ecklie: "What's the 4-1-1?"
Brass: "Wife comes home from canasta at the club, finds hubby dead in the driveway, calls 9-1-1. No sign of forced entry. The alarm was off. Nothing seems to be missing. Welcome to the party."
Catherine: "What's going on? This is my scene."
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Ecklie: "High profile case -- woke up the supervisors. All hands on deck, Cath. Grissom's lead on this. He's the senior supervisor."
Catherine: "If it's all hands on deck, what are you doing behind the tape?"
Ecklie: "You know if I cross the tape, my name goes on the crime scene log that gets subpoenaed by the defense, and I have to testify."
Catherine: "And when was the last time you testified?"
Ecklie: "That's not my primary job anymore. I'm an administrator. I run interference for you guys ... starting with the press."
Ecklie turns to leave and Catherine goes back to the body, passing Gil on her way.
Gil: "It's nothing personal, Catherine. Cases like these rain down hard. You need all the help you can get."
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Catherine: "I need help, not supervision."
Gil: "So, Warrick?"
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Warrick: "Initial observations when we got to the scene. Obvious impact to the face. Severe facial contusions. Broken nose, cracked teeth. No shoe prints. No tracks. No cast off. No sign of a weapon."
Gil: "We're standing on the weapon."
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Catherine: "So, he either jumped, fell or was pushed."
Warrick: "Well, the facial impact is consistent with the blood pool ... but not with the current position."
Gil: "Well, he landed on his face, but it looks like his head got moved."
Nick: "And not by the paramedics. And according to them, he had a broken neck."
Gil: "Well, then he didn't roll himself over."
Catherine: "Let's talk to the wife."
Gil: "I'm glad you decided to stay, Sofia."
Sofia: "So am I ... for now."
Catherine: "Thanks for waiting. Got here as fast as I could."
Gil: "We just finished."
Catherine: "Grissom, what the hell? Am I going to have any part of this case, or should I just go back to my office and start shuffling some papers?"
Sofia: "Catherine, it wasn't personal. The body was posted. We didn't think you'd be back for a few hours. There's the report."
Catherine: "Stay out of this."
Sofia leaves.
"So, is this an Ecklie mandate, or is this just your thoughtlessness?"
Gil: "Well, look, I apologize, but this is a group effort."
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Catherine: "Thanks. I feel much better."
Catherine: "We have a problem."
Gil: "Oh, no, not again."
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Catherine: "The memory card from my digital camera was stolen and switched with a blank. The only time the camera was out of my possession was at the crime scene."
Gil: "Well, how can that be? It was a secure scene."
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Catherine: "I don't know. I dusted the camera and the card. There weren't any prints. All of the crime scene photos of the body and the blood evidence were on that card."
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Gil: "We do have a problem."
Ecklie: "Yes, we do."
Catherine turns and see Ecklie leaning in the doorway.
Gil: "Get back to the crime scene, Catherine. Get what you can."
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Catherine: "Well, I know that the scene's been released."
Gil: "Well, go quickly."
Catherine: "Okay."
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Gil: "How do you explain a handprint half covered by a wall?"
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Catherine: "I mean, we're not even certain this rug came from this room."
Warrick: "Well, I was gonna say the same thing, but the rug has eight divots that line up perfectly with that desk."
Gil: "Think outside the rug."
Catherine: "A man with secrets needs a place to hide them."
Gil kneels down near the wall, searching. His eyes focus on something and he glances at Catherine. He continues working, Catherine watching him, pushing the wall it opens.
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Warrick: "Get the hell out of here."
The three all look in the passage way.
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Warrick: "Nice."
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Catherine: "Wow. Just when you thought you'd seen it all."
Warrick: "People lived in fear of this guy?"
Gil: "Imagine the fear he lived with."
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Warrick: "A very powerful and paranoid man with a secret this big? It'd probably kill him if anyone found out."
Gil: "I think it did kill him."
Catherine: "So we're back to suicide?"
Gil: "Well, let's collect for now. We'll, uh, theorize later."
Nick: "Whoa. Who's your mommy? The true inner sanctum. Hey, maybe we're looking for the hand that rocks the cradle."
Catherine: "I think that Bruce just wanted the same thing as every other guy."
Gil: "Nurturing?"
Catherine: "Easy access."
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Gil: Well ... this could explain the repeated insertions."
He holds up some enemas.
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Warrick: "I think this was originally used as a panic room. Eiger's got a massive security system here, motion and site sensitive. No video, though."
Catherine: "Well, I guess we won't get to see who swaddled him."
Warrick: "Well ... there is a hard drive. I'll get it back to the lab."
Nick: "I just don't get it, man."
Gil: "What, you never had a transitional object when you were a kid? A stuffed animal or a blanket?"
Nick: "No. I mean, I had a wooby, but who didn't?"
Warrick: "Oh, is that that blue thing that's in your locker?"
Nick: "Don't even."
Gil: "Seventy percent of children have something. Helps them with separation anxiety. Maybe Bruce Eiger never got over his."
Warrick: "I got a question. Where would you buy something like this? I mean, this crib and this rocking horse isn't exactly, uh, regulation size."
Gil: "Forever Baby. For the child in all of us."
Catherine: "Do you think they do takeout?"
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Gil: "Count Basie said that it's the notes you don't hear that matter."
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Catherine: "Two voids ... one pointing towards 11:00, one towards 1:00."
Gil: "Something blocked the spray."
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Catherine: "Something in a size eight."
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Gil: "Could that be explained by her rendering aid?"
Catherine: "I don't think so. It's a fine mist. A spatter. I think he was still alive, expirating blood. I wonder what was going through her mind when she stood there and watched him die?"
Gil: "I wonder what was going through his?"
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Catherine: "That drug spike that Mia detected in Bruce's diaper -- 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds...' L-S-D. But I don't get it, because acid trips last for hours. Why wouldn't it have shown up in his bloodstream?"
Gil: "LSD is in and out of your system in twenty minutes. But it acts as a trigger, which sets off cascading reactions in the brain. The brain keeps cascading long after the drug is gone."
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Catherine: "Well, there are good trips, and bad trips, and trips right off the balcony."
Gil: "Strange drug of choice for a control freak."
Catherine: "Maybe not his choice."
Hodges: "I had the distinct pleasure of testing all the modes of ingestion from the nursery. Most people take acid on their tongue. Bruce ..."
Catherine: "An enema."
Hodges: "And people call me anal."
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Gil: "Well, the whole point of having a 'mommy' is to have her do these things for you."
Catherine: "So the acid was no doubt supplied by the same sweet thing who gave him breast milk from that ... boobs-ahoy dress."
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Gil: "I've enjoyed working with you."
Catherine: "Which part? The part where I got in your face or the part where I, uh, lost evidence, or uh, maybe you just miss me."
Gil: "I did miss you. I missed your passion and your tenacity. I even missed your tush."
Catherine chokes on her drink while Gil calmly takes a sip from his.
Catherine: "Really. Thank you."
Brass walks up to the table.
Brass: "Sorry to interrupt. I miss the punch line?"
Catherine: "Yeah."
Brass: "So Bruce lied about the kid. There was an out-of-state adoption that placed the day the kid was born."
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Waitress: "Anything to drink, sir?"
Brass: "And Bruce's mother ..."
He turns to the waitress: "-- a light beer, please."
Then back to Gil and Catherine: "His mother was a piece of work."
Catherine: "So, is Tanya going to take the fall?"
Gil: "Can't convict her for cheerleading."
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Brass: "You can if there's LSD in her pom-poms. Acid makes her culpable. Class A felony."
Catherine: "Any more culpable than his wife, who just let him lie there?"
Brass: "You know, what I can't get my mind wrapped around is, uh, you got a guy who's tough enough to get to the top of the heap in Vegas, all this power, and he ends up crawling around a playpen."
Gil: "That's the point, isn't it? It's only the truly powerful that have the luxury to relinquish power."
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Catherine: "But diapers?"
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Gil: "Why not? Where would you go if you had the connections and the cash to go anywhere you wanted?"
Brass: "I hear Fiji's nice."
Gil: "Eiger went further. He went all the way back to his childhood."
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Brass: "Yeah. I think I'd take Fiji."
Impressions, Bits of Insight and the Pics that Don't Fit
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