Catherine: So how's your new toy working out?
Warrick: It's been downsized.
Grissom: Let me guess. Decomp in an enclosed space?
Nick: Yeah, in a zip bag.
Grissom: Use lemons.
Greg: You smell like death.
Sara: I've heard.
Greg: You know - a real man wouldn't mind.
Jim: Barry Schickel. Wallet's still with him. With cash. "A" student. Recently voted class clown.
(Brass and Grissom are standing over the dead body. An officer stands just on the inside of the men's bathroom door. Grissom kneels down next to the body for a closer look.)
Gil: Strange, people usually aren't scared of class clowns.
(He looks up at Brass. Brass also kneels down next to Grissom)
Jim: Who said the shooter was scared.
Gil: Shot him in the back.
Jim: With his zipper down and his hands otherwise engaged.
Gil: Yeah. We're looking for a coward.
Nick: Stokes! Sidle! Crime Lab. Did you open the bag?
Emergency Service Guy: : Only long enough to see one gnarly looking hand. Well, skeleton of a hand.
(Sara takes off her helmet. Nick crouches low to look at the bag. He notices the smell.)
Sara: Anyone touch the bag since?
Emergency Service Guy: With that smell?
Sara: I thought you Emergency Service guys were tougher than that.
Emergency Service Guy: Hey, I'm plenty tough.
Sara: (smiling) Down, boy. It was a joke.
(Nick gets up from his position next to the body and walks toward Sara. He has a large grin on his face and is laughing openly at Sara)
Nick: (to Sara) He-he. Nothing like flirting over a D.B.
Gil: Is that a Polymer Sensor Proboscis?
(Warrick stops what he's doing and shows the device to Grissom, who takes it and looks at it.)
Warrick: Cyranose 320. Company sent it to me, gratis for a week. They figure if it helps, CSI will buy one.
Gil: Electronic noses run like ten grand.
Warrick: Yeah, well ... what if the shooter chews a certain kind of tobacco or has a unique halitosis and the e-nose picks up on it?
Gil: If that thing ran out of here and bit the shooter in the ass, the county would not approve a $10,000 purchase order.
David Phillips: Remember, breathe through your mouth.
(They both nod their heads. He unzippers and opens the leather bag. Sara immediately reacts to the stench. Nick turns his head away and swallows as he, too, hasn't been unaffected by the smell of the decomposing body.)
(The first thing David pulls out of the bag is an arm cut off at the elbow. As he said, he's done this before. He's breathing through his mouth. Sara struggles to do the scrubs.)
David Phillips: Metal plate.
(He places the skull with metal plate next to the arm on the table. He reaches
into the bag and holds out a ... )
Sara: Silver dollar.
(That, too, goes on the table. He looks once again into the bag and pulls out the ... )
Nick: Gambling chip.
(Sara struggles to breathe.)
David Phillips: ... and...
(David clears his throat and pulls out a man-sized, dripping wet ...)
Nick: Jacket. Government Issue, Army.
(The jacket goes on the table next to the other contents from the bag. Nick writes on the clip board he's carrying. David looks back into the bag.)
David Phillips: Pile of bones and that's it.
Sara: That's it? No organs? No-no tonsils? No ...
(David turns the rest of the bag over and out pours thick, black ... )
Sara: ... soup?
Nick: Human ... soup. Well, we are 73.5% liquid, eh, Dave?
(The thick black "soup" oozes across the counter and down into the sink.)
David Phillips: Add some bacteria, a couple gases, and... voila!
Sara: Okay, I'll take liquid man's jacket, see what I can find.
(Sara turns away. She starts brushing away at her I'll cremate this.