Sara: (to Warrick) Fine suit.
(Warrick and Nick turn around to find Sara in the locker room)
Sara: (to Nick) And well, just fine.
Nick: That's harassment.
Sara: Hey, we have one locker room and it's my job to be observant.
Sara: Hey Grissom! Would you come tape me up?
Grissom: I love my work.
Catherine: It shows.
Catherine: All we got is some paint that's going to match about twenty million other vehicles.
Gil: What kid doesn't want a party?
Catherine: My kid.
Gil: I got one of these chem labs when I turned six. Almost blew up the house.
Gil: I tend not to believe people. People lie. The evidence doesn't lie.
Lindsey Willows: Are you going to get me one of those [scooters] for my birthday?
Catherine: Maybe when you're older. Like forty.
(Grissom, Nick and Jack Garris listen to the message.)
Altered Voice: (from tape) Bring $2 million in hundreds to Charleston and Third in three hours or your wife dies. Stop me from taking the money -- she still dies.
Jack Garris: This guy thinks it's some kind of joke using a voice like that.
Nick: He's altering his voice, sir, electronically.
Gil: We don't consider it a joke at all.
(Grissom starts the tape over again.)
Altered Voice: (from tape) Bring $2 million in hundreds ...
Jack Garris: (irritated and impatient) You guys have listened to that tape like, twenty times. Will somebody please go out and find my wife?
Gil: Mr. Garris, please. Sometimes, if you listen closely you can hear a lot.
(Grissom rewinds the tape again. He plays it and everyone falls silent as they listen to the low frequency buzz of the player.)
Jack Garris: (after a moment) I don't hear anything.
Gil: Right. Where do you hear nothing in Las Vegas?
(Jack Garris doesn't say anything as he thinks about it. Grissom answers his own question.)
Gil: The desert.
Sara: Did you just slap on bad cologne?
Gil: I never wear it. It interferes with the job.
Gil: This dirt has interesting properties.
(Sara and Grissom are in the lab. Sara is looking through the scope at the dirt.)
Gil: The gold flecks -- that's easy -- it's gold. The little gray squiggles? Cyanide.
(She looks up from the scope.)
Sara: Cyanide? He poisoned her?
Gil: No. Did you know that Nevada produces 80% of the country's gold? Miners drop cyanide powder into the dirt and it draws the gold to the surface.
Sara: And how does a bug specialist know so much about dirt?
Gil: I had a case five years ago. We found a skeleton in an abandoned gold mine. I thought it was a murder. Turned out the guy passed out drunk and the cyanide leached into his system.
Sara: Gruesome, Grissom.
Gil: You know, it's funny but every case teaches me something about the next.
(A helicopter is flying over the desert at night)
(Grissom sees something on the monitor.)
Gil: What was that? Go back.
(viewing a heat sensor)
(Traveling low across the desert floor, there's something in the middle of the screen.)
(They pass the heat mass.)
Gil: Swing around!
(As they pass it a third time, Sara can definitely see that it's a person lying on their side with their hands tied in front of them.)
Gil: (realizing) My god, she's below the surface.
Gil: I want you to find something new on that tape.
Nick: Like what? We already matched the guy's voice.
Gil: You know what the defense attorneys will do with that? That's who you're up against, in the end.
Nick: You think I don't know that? Aw, you been second-guessing me ever since I got on this case.
Gil: People leave us clues, Nick. They speak to us in thousands of different ways. It's our job to make sure that we've heard everything they've said. Anything less is reasonable doubt.
Nick: I'll go back to the tape.
Jim: We just picked up our kidnapper-- Chip.
Gil: What's up?
Jim: His lawyer was at his house -- wants to make a deal.
Gil: No deals. We know what Chip has to offer.
Jim: Oh, yeah, Kreskin? What's that?
Gil: Laura Garris.
Jim: The Victim?
Gil: The Accomplice.