CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

My name is Royce Harmon.

I reside at 7642 Carpenter Street, Las Vegas, Nevada.

I am 41 years of age...

and I'm going to kill myself.

I'd like to say "I love you" to my mother Paige

and my sister Gina.

I'm so sorry.

I never wanted to put you through this.

I just can't do it anymore.

I love you, Mom...

Here comes the nerd squad.

I hate the legwork.

I'm telling you, that Deputy Chief job better come in soon.

I don't know how much longer I can put up

with these damn public appearances.

Gentlemen...

Hey, guys, take a break, huh?

Suicide.

You think so, huh?

You got the sleeping bag for easy cleanup

the bathtub to catch the bullet

open window so the stench alerts the neighbors...

God bless him.

Oh, geez...

Pupa, stage three.

English. I'm not an entomologist.

It's the third stage of larva metamorphosis.

This guy's been dead seven days.

That's a maggot, and he stinks.

Oh, good, it's almost 11:00.

Maybe if I'm lucky I can break out of here

in time for a shot at the first rack of the Krispy Kreme.

I think we may have our suicide note.

Harmon: I never wanted to put you through this.

I just can't do it anymore.

I've lost hope.

I love you, Mom...

Oh, my God!

Go upstairs, Gina.

This can't be happening.

We're so sorry about this, Ms. Harmon.

I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you.

No, you don't understand.

This is his picture...

but that's not my son's voice.

6 Who... are you?

6 Who, who, who, who?

6 Who... are you?

6 Who, who, who, who?

6 I really wanna know

6 Who... are you?

6 Oh-oh-oh 6 Who...

6 Come on, tell me who are you, you, you 6

6 Oh, you!

Hello?

Ooh...

My God.

Hi.

Sorry.

Welcome to Forensics.

Gil Grissom. I'm your supervisor on graveyard.

Holly Gribbs.

Nice office.

Thanks. Would you mind taking off your jacket

and rolling up your sleeve?

For what?

I need a pint of your blood.

It's customary for all new hires.

Why?

So many reasons.

I-I haven't even clocked in yet.

Attention, Command.

One more, baby, one more.

Hey.

There he is. What's up?

99. You and me, dead heat.

Next crime solved gets promoted to CSI III, man.

Yeah, yeah, choice of shift, $8,000 raise

extra week vacation... oh-ho, it's all about Cabo, bro.

Twenty bucks, by the end of shift, I'm the man.

Is there anything you won't bet on? Nah.

It's college football season, man.

I won eight of ten this weekend.

Kilt 'em. Outside the Huskers and them punk-ass Irish

I'm up about four G's.

Hmm, what's the line on us?

On us?

I'm like Tiger, man... I'm heavily favored.

Come on, give me a winner for tomorrow.

Ah... Green Bay, minus seven and a half over Niners.

Always go with the better quarterback.

Uh-huh.

Cool. Hey, good luck tonight, man.

Thanks. You, too, Nick.

I hope you get that "trick roll" noise.

You'll never crack that in a shift, never.

Yeah, well, we'll see, and I hope the Pack wins by seven.

We scrutinize the crime scene, collect the evidence

recreate what happened without ever having been there.

Pretty cool, actually.

I just got out of the Academy... I already know this.

Of course you do.

Then if you'll just sign these waivers for personal injury

or death while in the line of duty, we can begin our shift.

Mmm...

What's the matter?

Um... I'm kind of light-headed.

Sit down, sit down.

You're probably low on blood sugar.

I've got just the thing.

Here, try one of these.

No offense, but I don't think I want to eat anything

that's been in this office.

Is there a grasshopper in here?

When we get some free time, try and catch up on your reports.

I'm getting a lot of heat from the Sheriff's Office.

There, I said it.

Administration, not my favorite thing.

All right, here we go.

Nick Stokes, 414, trick roll.

Victim found drugged and robbed at the scene.

Warrick Brown, 407, home invasion, forced entry.

Person reporting crime fired multiple rounds at the suspect.

Suspect's condition is unknown.

Anyone seen Catherine Willows?

Okay, give me a kiss.

Mommy's got to go catch

some bad guys.

I'll pick her up in the morning.

Bye, sis. Bye.

I love you!

Brass: So your mother is Lieutenant Jane Gribbs

from Traffic, is that right?

Yes, sir.

Well, congratulations, Gribbs.

You're the...

You're the fifth person I've been forced to hire.

We're the number two crime lab in the country.

We solve crimes most labs render unsolvable.

Now what makes you think you belong here?

Sir, with all due respect

I thought the key to being a lucid crime scene investigator

was to reserve judgment until the evidence vindicates

or eliminates assumption.

You're prejudging me.

I graduated with honors in criminal justice at UNLV.

Yeah, so?

That's not fair.

Fair? Well, you think putting

a juiced-in lieutenant's daughter

on this shift is fair?

You know, I've been in the field 22 years.

I've seen it all.

I've seen people like you come and go, and you know what?

They don't amount to nothing but headaches and bad press.

Dismissed.

Fine.

Think you got through to her?

You're scheduled to appear at an autopsy at 12:30 a.m.

They're cutting up that bozo

put a hole in his chest.

Take her with.

I think every new hire should experience

an autopsy on their first night.

Woman: It's okay, shh.

Willows: Ma'am...

are you all right?

She's fine.

She's just a little shook up is all.

Somebody want to tell us what happened here tonight?

My wife invited her drunk friend to stay here

so he could get back on his feet.

Two weeks tops, she says.

That was six months ago.

Jimmy, Jimmy!

Please take your sweaty feet off the head pillow.

They stink.

Here's a 20... twice as much as you came with. Hit the road.

Open up!

Call 911.

That was it.

I feared for my wife and my baby.

Let's put the baby to bed.

What do you think?

Oh, he's lying. That's why I took this job.

I can always tell

when whitey's talking out his ass.

It's a gift.

It's also your 100th.

Yeah, that, too.

So tonight you might say I'm extra suspicious.

Why don't you print that tread and see how good you are?

Why are you doing that?

It's just procedure, sir.

We just want to make sure the shoe on the suspect

is the same shoe that kicked down your door.

Wait... Wait a minute.

What's the matter?