CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

What's going on? You bring in

a high-risk psychopath into my department

and you don't even bother to call me?

I mean, were you two gonna fly this over my head?

Haskell reached out from prison,

said he had something to offer in the Dr. Jekyll case.

The man called me. Yeah, and he hung up on you.

Why didn't you just call him back?

You don't have to send a limo for him

like Paul freakin' McCartney.

The last time we gave him a stage, somebody got killed.

This was my decision, Jim.

I called the governor, and the governor

cleared it through the sheriff.

Both friends of Daddy.

You know, it's amazing, but Sam Braun

has more clout dead than most of us do alive.

My team is working a serial killer case.

We've got zippo leads, and the bodies are piling up.

What do you think I'm doing, writing parking tickets?

Hey, last time I checked, CSI worked for me.

And have you been doing lately on the case, Jim?

You develop any better leads?

Are you saying I'm not doing my job?

We're all doing our jobs.

And if Nate Haskell knows anything,

we should hear what he has to say.

If he starts screwing with us, we just ship him back to Ely

and weld his cage shut.

Las Vegas.

Hands up.

This is a stun belt.

My own private electric fence.

That's exciting.

Let's go.

Hiya. Glad to be back here. Nice to be here.

Oh. I hear crime

is down three quarters in a row.

Good work. Hey, keep that up.

Let's be careful out there.

Well, Ray,

he's all yours. Wait a minute. What? What?

Ray's the one he wants to talk to-- they have the connection.

Hold on.

Nobody's going in there without me.

Do it, Officer, press the button.

I hear it's better than sex with your wife.

One more word, I'll have sparks coming out of your ears,

you son of a bitch.

Oh, looky.

Hate to start this off with a complaint,

but on the way in, there was no food service,

I didn't get a window seat,

and the stewardesses all had

assault rifles.

Plus they're... really ugly.

I thought you wanted to talk,

and then you hung up on me.

Were your feelings hurt?

Tell me what happened to the unsettled, bearded fellow.

Griswald?

Gristle?

He's pursuing other things.

So that means you've taken his place?

Isn't that a bit of a comedown, Professor?

Although...

I suppose who better for a low-level job in law enforcement

than a doctor who allowed 27 people to die

before his watchful eyes.

Shut up, Haskell.

You were brought here because you said

you had information about the Jekyll murders.

Start talking.

Which is it, shut up or start talking?

I don't think I like you.

I don't want to play with you at all.

Nate, you said you had information about Dr. Jekyll--

let's have it.

Okay. After I was arrested,

when the police confiscated my belongings,

they took something from my dresser drawer, top right.

You'll find it in evidence.

Oh, I'm sure you've got boxes and boxes...

Nick, get all of Haskell's evidence out of storage,

and bring it to the lab.

Obviously, the coppers didn't realize its significance,

and frankly, when I was given this beautiful gift...

I didn't, either.

I felt, at the time, it was more like a...

Promise.

A talisman from a like-minded soul.

But...

Given recent events, uh...

I kept it in a beautiful lacquer box,

adorned with a dragon,

which I had picked up on a trip down the Yangtze River.

Actually, I bought it

in Chinatown, but...

I do have a weakness for embellishment.

I think I got it.

Pasta?

Weird.

Bow-tie pasta...

Tied with a spaghetti bow.

They're identical.

Haskell's telling the truth.

He knows who Jekyll is.

A monster like Haskell kills 19 people,

and you see him up close and personal,

he looks just like everybody else.

Mm-hmm.

You got a lot of guts bringing him down here.

But that's what I like about you.

Now I know why you got up so early this morning.

I wish I'd stayed in bed.

Well...

Me, too.

Here you go.

Why am I always the last to know? HM?

Call Hodges, see what he can do with that.

It's so funny how you cops come up

with your nicknames for serial killers.

The... the Night Stalker,

the Hillside Strangler,

the Iceman.

I'm the Dick and Jane Killer.

Kind of makes me sound

so... immature.

How do you know Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde?

Do you guys even read?

Robert Louis Stevenson? Hello?

Jekyll was the good guy? Well, why don't you

be the good guy and give us a name?

How do you know Jekyll?

Well... since you ask,

I met him in a restaurant.

All of his victims were there.

Before he was Jekyll, of course.

That was, oh...

heavens, ten, no...

11 years ago.

My, how time crawls.

He hadn't discovered his...

potential yet, back then,

back when I was free to be me.

It was so... unexpected.

So captivating.

I knew there was genius behind it.

Come on-- pasta?

I asked if I could meet the chef.

What do you call this?

I'll take it back if you like.

No, no, I like it, I like it a lot.

You're very talented. Sit.

I spoke to him. I liked him, Dr. Langston.

He was mad as a hatter.

What is that mess?

What's the matter with you?

Nobody wants to see that crap floating in their food.

Get back in the kitchen.

Excuse me. I'm sorry if he bothered you, sir.

I'll get you another plate of pasta.

This is good. I'll keep this...

No, please, let me get some more pasta... Leave it!

Dr. Langston,

choosing a partner-- it's intuitive.

It comes from a place deep inside of you.

What, like your colon?

Could we get a private room?

There's a fly buzzing in here.

Take this psychopath, send him back to Hell

and throw away the key. Jim...

Could I have a few minutes with him?

Take all the time you want.

Nice bad-cop routine.

Yeah, well, I wasn't acting.

I need a name.

And I'm just so bad with names.

I did talk to him, though, Dr. Langston.

And he opened up to me.

The right ones always do.

He's a late bloomer,

but...

He seems to be making quite a splash now.

What was the name of the restaurant?

All this food talk is making me so hungry.

I wonder whether a nice steak dinner would jog my memory.

I'll have the rib eye,

: Rare, baked potato, sour cream,

chives; for dessert, berry pie--

if it's in season-- and I'll have it á la mode.

If you want to get something...

You have to give me something.

: Let's be perfectly clear--

you need me, and I need you.

I'm gonna die in prison, so I'm gonna have some fun.

If you don't like it, send me back to Ely.

Let the good doctor continue his work.

I want my steak bloody.