[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[GASPS]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[CREAKING]
Ah!
MAN [ON RADIO]: Fifty-six Sandra, go ahead.
BRASS: Eileen Jane Snow.
Lady she car-pools with couldn't get her to answer the door.
Police broke in.
This is exactly the same as the last two.
Audrey Hayes was strangled in her basement.
The other one ended up in a park.
Different m.o. It's the same signature.
M.o. is how he breaks in. Signature's what he does once inside.
Three or four overpowering blows to the head
from a homemade weapon fashioned at the scene.
Forces her to drink a mixture of sodium Amytal as a chemical restraint.
Over ligature of the victim.
And an object rape.
Then he strangles her.
Ejaculates on the bed sheets.
And as a final act of degradation, he poses her like a pinup.
Damn it.
GRISSOM: Sara, come here. - Damn that guy.
GRISSOM: Come on.
- Listen, no emotions in here. - He's escalating, Grissom.
GRISSOM: That's the pattern. It's a continuum.
SARA: Guess he wants to get caught.
Signature killers never wanna get caught.
And they won't stop until they do.
SARA: I have tape-lifted, roll-lifted.
I'm not finding one hair.
I wonder what that might mean.
He vacuumed this place before he left.
We've established that he utilizes materials from the victim's domicile.
Hey, guys. He took the bag.
- Well, look for prints. - Don't bother. There aren't any.
Just like the last time. Guy's Mr. Clean.
- Here, knock yourself out. - Thanks.
He stalked this woman.
He knew how much time he had in this apartment to kill her
and to clean up after himself.
I'll tell Brass to check for sex offenders in a two-mile radius.
Yeah, have him check peeping Toms too, five years back.
That's how they get started.
- Peeping Tom to murderers? - It's about crossing boundaries.
It's like with cake, you know? You're just gonna have
a little bit of the frosting. You end up eating the entire plate.
WARRICK: Nobody move.
Mr. Clean needs a maid.
I'm gonna take this back to the lab.
Gil, I need a word with you outside.
You're bringing the FBI in? Why?
They offered their assistance, and I'm inclined to take it.
Of course, I'd wanna make sure you're okay with that.
I don't believe the investigation should go that way, Brian.
- I mean, roadblocks and special ops? - Well, that's a pity, because I do.
You'll feel different when you meet Rick Culpepper.
- Sheriff Mobley. - Rick.
Hi. Rick Culpepper, Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Gil Grissom, Agent Culpepper.
Special agent. It's great to meet you.
All our kids back in Quantico are always going on about your bugs.
Well, listen, the FBI is here to help you and your people at CSI.
Of course, as SAC, the investigation will run through me.
- Sheriff probably already told you that. - No, he didn't mention that either.
All rivers run through Rome, so to speak.
But you get an "attaboy."
Three women dead because you couldn't get the job done.
There's not many guys who would hand the case over to us fibbies.
I'm not handing it over.
I'm willing to work in conjunction with you.
Well, that's fine. We'll work the Strip Strangler case in conjunction.
The what?
He strangles them near Las Vegas Boulevard, then removes their clothes.
Why? What are you calling him?
Unknown signature homicide, metropolitan Las Vegas.
- He's not kidding, is he? O’RILEY: Excuse me.
Guy over here's got something you might wanna hear.
Syd Goggle. He's a security guard, Community Patrol.
Says he saw a man speeding away from here last night.
- Mr. Goggle? Gil Grissom. - I know who you are, sir.
- I've seen you on TV. - Special Agent Culpepper.
You have information for us, sir? About a man fleeing the scene?
I didn't get his license.
I didn't think anything of it till this morning.
He was really burning rubber, though.
Would you please give Detective O'Riley a full statement?
If we have more questions, we'll get back to you.
Listen, if you need any help in your investigation, Mr. Grissom--
Last time a security guard tried to help me, he ended up dead.
But thank you.
O’RILEY: This way.
I'm late for an autopsy.
- He'll need a little patience. - Wouldn't respect him if he didn't.
NICK: What can you tell us? ROBBINS: Nothing you don't know.
Trauma to the head with a blunt object overwhelmed her.
He got a mixture of sodium Amytal in her.
NICK: A hypnotic.
Allowed him to control her for up to six hours.
Torture her. Look at the bruises.
Purple means she was alive for all of it.
Percussive control.
He choked her unconscious, and then brought her to multiple times.
- What about the rape? - Same as the others.
Indeterminate object caused severe internal lacerations.
I did find a small trace of something creviced in the uterine wall.
Looks like an everyday polymer to me.
Okay. I'll go back to the scene, try to find something like it.
Be careful, Nicky. The cliché is true. Signatures return to their scenes.
Will do.
Are we done?
Something we didn't find with the other two women.
Fibers.
One in the back of her throat.
One stuck between her lower-left incisors.
This looks like cotton. Maybe terry cloth.
Could be silencing them with white bath towels?
Well, that would explain why no one hears the victim's screams.
He brings it with him and takes it away after.
So somewhere there's evidence of this victim on a towel.
Kind of a forensic smoking gun.
Now we just have to find the guy
and hope that he hasn't done his laundry.
The semen taken from this morning's homicide
matches the semen taken from the bed sheets
of the last two female victims.
- So we're looking at the same guy. - Yeah, but check this out.
The ejaculate sample.
- What's the red stuff? - Mystery substance.
- Not blood? - No.
So, what, this guy's got some strange chemical in his mutated DNA?
Freaky, huh?
Freakiest semen I've seen in a while. Call me.
Catherine. You busy?
I was hoping we might be able to talk about a few things.
- Pertaining to the case? - As a jumping-off point.
Well, sheriff, I'd say, "Let's go to my office,"
but I don't have one.
Well, that's just the sort of thing I was hoping we would discuss.
- Hey, Warrick, you got a second? - What's up?
I got this hair that you guys found this morning,
and I'm trying to compare it to the one hair
we recovered from the murder last week, the Hayes girl.
And you got a match, microscopically, but it doesn't mean a thing,
- because it doesn't lead us to the guy? - No.
I can't even tell if we have a DNA match.
There's no skin tag on either one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. A girl defending herself against a guy
is gonna pull that hair out by the roots.
I mean, you get scalp skin filled with DNA.
No scalp, no skin.
- It's almost like this hair was-- - Shed?
[PAGER BEEPING]
- Mine. - Mine.
Hey, Gil, you wanna give me the skinny on this meeting of yours?
I'm on my way back to the crime scene.
What meeting? I'm going to Evidence.
Well, I got paged about the signature case.
Hey. Warrick and I just got a break. The guy's been planting hairs.
WARRICK: Shed hairs. He's trying to throw us off.
What he doesn't realize, we got no DNA on the hairs,
so we can't chase down his other suspect.
SARA: Grissom, are you hearing us?
WOMAN: Yes, sir.
- Y'all got my page. Good. - I didn't.
We'll get you a new battery.
I thought we'd convo about the Strangler.
Hear what you've got,
tell you what we think our next move should be.
Would you guys go back to my office, please?
I'll be in in a few minutes.
I'll be happy to pass on
any pertinent information you may have to my team.
Fine. Fine. Got anything to report to us?
You first.
Okay. We have an operation in place.
Your CSI Sidle
has expressed an interest to my agents in availing herself.
I wanted to let you know before we made the official offer.
Really? What kind of operation?
All this talk about your great capacity for observation.
Sara Sidle matches the victim prototype to a T.
She's a young woman, brunette, tall for a female.
- You're not serious? - And by all reports, she's steady.
Has the right personality for a decoy operation.
You're going to bait this guy with a human being?
- This is your big FBI plan? - Before he kills again, yes.
Got a better idea?
Understanding him first, completely, so that we can get out ahead of him.
And if he kills again while we're trying to understand him?
Well, I'm sorry, but he's not gonna kill my CSI.
I'm gonna do it, Grissom. I want to.
You wanna put yourself in the path of a psychotic killer?
I'm trained in weaponless defense.
That's too bad, because that's what turns him on:
women fighting back.
Gives him a greater sense of power when he makes his final kill.
- Grissom. - Sit down, Sara.
Okay. If we're to follow your line of thinking,
- you out ahead of him? - Not yet.
He knows just enough about forensics to be dangerous.
He thinks he's throwing us off track by planting confederate hairs.
He probably shaves his head, maybe his entire body,
as DNA protection.
He may gag his victims using a garden-variety bath towel,
which he then takes with him as part of his murder kit.
He will go after another tall brunette, and the torture will be worse.
But this time, he won't ejaculate.
- At least not at the scene. - At home, later. Learning control.
Think he knows his next victim?
Signature killers always know their next victim.
But they don't know him
until he tortures, rapes and kills them.
[RUSTLING]
LYNDA: Ah!
Hey! Get out of there.
Get out of the closet. What are you doing?
I'm a reporter. We know the police are withholding information from us.
- I came down here because-- - Quiet. Are you out of your mind?
I could've killed you. This is a crime scene.
You don't belong here. Unless you want me to get the cop
at the front door, you'll get out of here now.
And I better not see any pictures of this apartment in your paper,
or I'll have the DA on your front door.
- I'm sorry that I scared you. I-- - You didn't scare me.
Wanna tell me what you found over by the window?
Nope.
Okay.
Fast. I'm impressed.
- You got a hot dog? - This one of your jokes, Greg?
- I got the ketchup. - I'm sure this is meaningful.
I went back and looked at the ejaculate from the last two murders.
Same thing. Indeterminate red stuff.
It's C12, H22 and O11 , NaCl, H2O, and tomato paste.
Sugar, water, salt and tomato paste.
- Ketchup? - Ketchup.
Well, does he add it after, or is it organic?
Don't ask me why, but he adds it.
I was expecting something a little more elemental.
When we zig, he zags.
Well, he's not as smart as he thinks, you know?
I mean, ketchup is not gonna mask the DNA in his semen.
All of which I'm sure you'll share with the FBI.
I'm sure.
Hey, is it so bad to avail our lab
to the resources of the federal government?
You've been talking to our sheriff.
I've been listening to our sheriff. He says that you won't.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
And if I don't shape up, he gonna have Ecklie take over the case.
No. He prefers someone from night shift,
and it may be more than just this case.
Ah. Now that the trees are gone, I can almost see the forest.
Gil, learn to be more politic.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
NICK: You guys got a sec?
He's wearing latex gloves.
The thick kind too. He must know the thin ones leave prints.
When we zig, he zags.
BRASS: What about Paul Millander? Maybe he's our guy.
I mean, he had the latex hands, and he's a serial.
Millander stages suicides in bathtubs with paternal figures.
This guy's signature is overkill rage against young women.
It's completely different.
Well, maybe our brethren at the FBI have some sort of special database--
When did you become friendly with the feds?
I didn't think you had that in you.
Never make an enemy when you can just as easily make a friend.
FBI's okay. I've kissed worse ass.
I gotta say, I don't like this decoy op the feds are talking up.
I remember when Holly Gribbs died.
I sent her out in the field, and she wasn't ready.
I told Culpepper that he could not have Sara.
I know what you told him.
[SIREN WAILS]
CULPEPPER: All right, listen up.
All personnel will be tethered to our decoy by this radio.
According to Captain James Brass,
two of our assailant's victims patronized this specialty grocery store
to which we are about to embark forthwith
two days before they turned up dead.
There's a very good chance
our assailant will re-frequent this store, looking for his next victim.
This is a pretty flimsy excuse
to get your circus up and running, don't you think?
Lives are at stake. I'll take flimsy over nothing.
This is action for action's sake, Culpepper.
You're risking my CSI’s life.
Look, this is my idea.
I wanna do something before another girl gets killed, and--
Listen to me, Sara.
If we study his past, we can predict his future.
You've been saying that for weeks.
It's taking too long. Someone else is gonna die,
and you're still gonna be figuring it out.
CULPEPPER: Okay, Sidle, we're good to go.
Wish me luck.
WOMAN [ON PA]: Cleanup on Aisle 3.
This is three hours expended.
Maybe we should reposition over at that Borders bookstore.
Gets a lot of foot traffic in there, according to the field agents.
Whoa.
That guy's coming back.
Do you happen to have a cigarette?
Yeah, actually.
- Culpepper. - Let her play.
MAN: I've been trying to quit. Didn't wanna buy a pack.
Me too. This is my last pack.
But I say that every week, so...
MAN: Non-filtered.
The women I know smoke filtered.
You know, those long, skinny cigarettes.
- Guess it depends on the woman. - Guess it does.
- Got a light? - Sure. Yeah.
- You live around here? - Maybe.
I don't usually give out that kind of information.
That's probably smart. I wouldn't tell me either.
- You're cute. - Thanks.
All right, we're on the move. Let's go.
- Hey! - FBI.
BRASS: Don't move! - I'll give it back. Here.
There you go.
[PHONE RINGS]
Yeah, Culpepper.
Time and coordinates?
Yeah, will do. All right, gentlemen. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
- I do not believe this is our man. - What was your first clue?
Murder at the Monaco Hotel.
Woman found bound in her room, stripped and strangled.
Let's go.
He met the profile.
Sometimes the harder thing to do is to do nothing.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
Starting to look like déjà vu all over again.
GRISSOM: Hm.
Not?
Occasionally, I'm struck by the absence of evidence.
It's there, or it isn't.
The lamp. Cord's still attached.
All the others, he yanked the cords off.
Look at the table. Books aren't even disturbed.
Staged?
First time in a hotel.
First time he didn't come in through the window.
CATHERINE: Doesn't look like he made a deposit either.
That just means his signature's evolving,
isn't that right, Grissom?
- Who's that guy? CULPEPPER: He's the husband.
BRASS: His name's Brad Walden. They're locals.
They come here a couple times a year. He was downstairs playing poker.
She was up here reading a romance novel.
He comes back 5 grand richer, finds her like this.
Husband?
- Let's bring him in. - I'll transport the witness.
Witness?
Suspect.
GRISSOM: What'd you get? - Posted the lady from the hotel.
And I have to say, it's the same menu as the last three:
chemical restraint, over ligature, death by strangulation.
GRISSOM: What about the object rape? Indeterminate polymer?
ROBBINS: No, this one's different. - Different how?
ROBBINS: Crosshatched leather with tiny air holes for breathing.
I was thinking driving gloves, or weightlifting gloves, or...
I'm not accusing you of anything.
But a man and his wife get a hotel room
for a romantic weekend, then spend that weekend apart, makes me wonder
- if there's trouble in the marriage. - I like to gamble. She liked to read.
It was, you know, just the perfect getaway.
You like to play golf too.
These are your golf clubs. I found them in your hotel room.
I prefer a titanium driver, Mr. Walden.
I'd like to see what you use, but your carrier is locked.
Yeah, I have the key on my keychain. My car keys.
So you won't mind opening it?
No.
Why?
Well, so I can see if the leather on your club handles
matches the leather
from the object used to violate your wife.
WALDEN: Well, I, you know-- I mean, if it does...
I read that this...
This, you know, character
uses whatever is at the scene of the crime for...
You know, for killing his victims.
Well, if this character
killed your wife,
how did he get your clubs out of the case without the keys?
Or, for that matter,
back into the case after he killed your wife?
Read this man his rights, please.
You're under arrest for the murder of Jennifer Walden
and Eileen Snow and Tracy Berg.
- Can I have a word with you outside? - And--
Please?
You can't charge him for the other women.
- What do you mean? - For the murder of his wife, maybe.
But I am certain that he didn't do the others.
Every piece of the signature is there.
He read the papers. He piggybacked on top of the killer.
For what possible reason?
Who knows? Convenient way out of a lousy marriage. He's not our guy.
You know, this is where I like to reference the majesty and power
of the republic of the United States of America.
Go ahead. Pull rank.
But that hotel crime scene was staged to look like the signature's.
And that golfer just got lucky
that the victim type fits his wife to a Texas T, is that it?
- If you stop and think, you'll see it. - Duly noted, Supervisor Grissom.
Duly noted.
Details of the arrest will be forthcoming in this live report.
Federal Agent Culpepper is about to start his news conference.
As we've been reporting, a suspect has been arrested
in the Strip Strangler case.
We believe that Bradley Mac Walden not only killed his wife,
but also took the lives of Audrey Hayes and Eileen Snow and Tracy Berg.
Our field agents have divulged
that Mr. Walden lived within two miles of the other victims,
worked in the same office building as Ms. Snow,
and has no believable explanation for his whereabouts
on the dates of their murders.
We believe that Bradley Mac Walden found and stalked these victims,
and then later...
CATHERINE [WHISPERING]: I just talked with Brass.
He said that Walden was having an affair with a dentist in his office.
I'm telling you, this guy did not kill those other women.
CULPEPPER: --at the Monaco Hotel last night.
This statement is concluded.
Las Vegas, its locals and visitors, can rest a little easier tonight.
The suspect's in custody. Thank you.
- I'll take some questions. REPORTER 1: Sergeant Culpepper.
Mr. Grissom. Lynda Darby, Las Vegas Tribune.
As the lead CSI on this case,
do you have anything to add to the FBI’s statement?
Politic.
No.
LYNDA: So Las Vegas can breathe easier?
You do have the Strip Strangler behind bars?
REPORTER 2: Do you feel confident that you...?
No, we don't.
CULPEPPER: That's all the information we have at this time.
MOBLEY: The FBI did me a favor being here, and they have a viable suspect.
He's not viable, Brian.
Then further investigation will prove that out.
In the meantime, people will feel better about their daily lives.
Now, why on earth would you wanna counteract that?
For those who have to ask, no answer could suffice.
Look, I see we've come to an impasse.
If further investigation determines
that Walden didn't kill those other women,
then you can rejoin the investigation.
- Oh. Do I get the weekend off? - For starters.
And a two-week holiday, anywhere but CSI.
You brought this on yourself.
Now, the next time you wanna play with my career,
maybe you'll think twice.
GRISSOM: You know, it's not fair, Grissom.
You know more about signatures than most of them put together.
That may have been the problem.
- Is there no one you can appeal to? - No.
I'm off.
Come on, this guy's on the loose, and there's nothing you can do?
It's all Catherine. She's the boss.
Good luck.
[SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey.
Your door was open.
You okay?
Migraine.
- It's been a while. - I get them about once a year.
I'm not used to having people in my house.
You just don't like it when you can't solve a case,
or command your troops.
Did you come here to tell me about your new job?
CATHERINE: I told the sheriff I'd pass.
You don't wanna be a supervisor?
Well, if I get a promotion, I want it to be on merit.
Not because you're politically tone-deaf.
So our guys are outside in their Tahoes.
If you're a civilian, we are.
Except we are putting in for overtime.
We should reexamine each victim,
all the evidence pertaining to each one individually.
All right, well, I got dibs on Eileen Snow.
And I have a strong feeling I'm gonna be the one to break the case.
- Tracy Berg. WARRICK: I got Audrey Hayes.
But I can tell you right now, those fibers we found
in the Snow lady's throat aren't gonna give us anything.
White cotton fibers are like oxygen, they're everywhere.
Well, then go back to your crime scenes
and look for a persistence of fibers.
If you can't prove uniqueness, prove abundance.
- Something's better than nothing. - Yeah.
Hunter F. Baumgartner, our ketchup DNA guy.
This guy showed up on the database.
CODIS updates its database every couple weeks.
Yeah, well, don't act like it's so simple.
This guy could've gone another year without being picked up.
- What did they get him on? - Indecent exposure.
Caught in an alley behind the Monaco.
"Suspended sentence. Released two days ago."
Call Grissom on his cell.
I thought he was off the case.
He is. Dial. Tell him to meet me at this guy's work address.
[ROCK MUSIC BLARING]
CATHERINE: Think anything illegal goes on in here?
Excuse me. Hunter?
You two look like you made a wrong turn somewhere.
We're with the Crime Lab.
Heard you just copped a plea for indecent exposure.
- Sorry, I'm working. GRISSOM: Uh-uh.
You recognize any of these women?
Yeah. Strip Strangler girls.
They are all over TV.
Do you know them?
No.
How do you explain your DNA on the bed sheets they were murdered in?
- I don't know. - "I don't know" doesn't get it, pal.
DNA's like fingerprints, no two samples are alike.
You were in these women's bedrooms.
Believe me, mister, the last place that you will find me
is in a woman's bedroom.
Unless, of course, we're discussing window treatments.
Hey, and my indecent was for tricking too close to the boulevard.
I don't know anything about killing women.
That's straight-boy stuff.
Any recent trick offer you money for something a little weird?
Say, a portable sample of your DNA?
Only about ten times this month.
This is Vegas.
Would you be able to recognize any of these guys?
Well, I'd have to be looking at them in the face, now, wouldn't I?
CATHERINE: I guess we should've known if our guy was planting hairs,
he was planting semen.
Yeah. Probably in little hollowed-out packets of ketchup.
I didn't really find anything instructive, but Warrick hit pay dirt.
Well, I went to Audrey Hayes' apartment,
and I paid particular attention to the point of entry.
I found a small persistence of white cotton fibers.
Could've been his staging area.
Maybe he wears his murder kit.
Well, I remember what you said about signature guys
and how they have low self-esteem.
They're always going to the gym to work out.
So I'm thinking gym towels.
The frequented-locations report said none of the women belonged to a gym
where he could've spotted them.
I went back to see if any of them had tried out introductory offers.
Which I do all the time.
It's a free workout, and you don't have to sign up.
But you do have to sign in.
All three women went to Strong's Gym once in the last three months.
So I'm going back there, grab some towels,
bring them back to the lab,
see if I can get a match from the crime-scene fibers.
And, of course, get a list of the club's male gym members.
Call Brass. Tell him to meet you guys there.
- Let me know. WARRICK: Will do.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Grissom. NICK: I'm looking at the photograph
of the street in front of Eileen Snow's apartment.
The security guard said he saw a guy burn rubber out of there
the night of Eileen's murder.
- I remember that guy. - Yeah, well, there's no rubber here.
On the pavement or the curb. Couple of oil spots. That's about it.
And I called Brass. Nobody took any photographs of any tire marks.
Not the Las Vegas P.D. Not the feds.
Little lie, big lie?
You're the only night-shift CSI I can actually find.
You're tampering with evidence of the United States government there.
I was just looking for a quiet spot to call my girlfriend.
Well, tell your girlfriend she's gonna have you out of a job.
Best thing you could do for your boss, protect him from himself.
Grissom?
I gotta run, peanut. Love you too. Bye-bye.
Goggle.
If you need any help in your investigation, Mr. Grissom...
Syd Goggle.
GRISSOM: Mr. Goggle?
[BUZZING]
[CLANGING]
Gil Grissom.
Syd Goggle.
I thought you were too busy with the FBI to talk to me.
These investigations are always in flux.
Am I interrupting your laundry?
Just doing some gym towels.
You were so meticulous about so many things.
Shaving.
The gloves.
Planted evidence.
That's why I don't understand why you'd bring towels
that eventually could be traced.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Strong's Gym.
That's where the women told you to get lost, right?
Stuffing club towels down their throat make your point?
You know, the thing with women
is they work out
because they want us to look at them.
And then they parade around.
And you just wanna
say hello.
Everybody knows white cotton fibers aren't like fingerprints.
They can't be traced. You don't get a match on a towel.
In theory.
But the truth is, every object is changed by its owner.
By his habits.
His washing machine, for instance.
His detergent.
The totality of microscopic elements.
It's Locard's theory.
Your towel is caught in the agitator.
Now, see, that's going to leave distinctive marks on the fabric, Syd.
And that's just the beginning.
I've had a look at your garbage.
You were in my apartment.
Now nothing from there's admissible in court.
Your garbage is in a public area. Plain sight.
It's enough for me to get a warrant.
[CLANGING]
You all right?
Yeah.
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
- How'd you know I was here? - Nick told me.
Everybody okay?
Special agents, we got a shooting. Notify L.V.P.D. and paramedics
ASAP.
DISPATCH [ON RADIO]: Copy that. We're on it.
I just wanted to talk to him.
We can say, unequivocally, based on statements made
by a certain local law-enforcement employee
and corresponding evidence, that the deceased, Syd Booth Goggle,
is the Strip Strangler.
Furthermore, since Goggle was killed
by a second member of Las Vegas law enforcement
during his apprehension, this case is now closed.
I would like to thank the FBI,
along with Special Agent Rick Culpepper,
for his invaluable leadership in this pursuit.
In short, we couldn't have done it without you.
I'd like to thank you, sheriff, the Las Vegas Police.
I'd also like to thank the citizens of Las Vegas for their courage.
We at the Federal Bureau of Investigation
are proud to have served you. Thank you.
WARRICK: Oh, that's cool.
We don't need props. At the end of the day, we know what time it is.
Give me some of that.
Do we have a breakfast budget, Grissom?
I believe Catherine was gonna requisition one.
SARA: Good, because our plates are up, and nobody has any money.
Right behind you.
- You got me, right, Warrick? WARRICK: Yeah. Picture that.
I never should've put you in that position, Catherine. I'm sorry.
What position?
Never doubt and never look back.
That's how I live my life.
I admire that.
SARA: Whole wheat and fruit? Who ordered that?
Here.
NICK: How's this for service?
GRISSOM: Very nice. CATHERINE: Not bad.
NICK: Fried beans.