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CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
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| Title: | Blood Lust |
| Episode Number: | 55 |
| Season: | 3 |
| Season Episode #.: | 9 |
| Production Number: | 309 |
| Original Airdate: | Thursday December 05th, 2002 |
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When a cab driver runs over a boy, he is fatally beaten by a racially motivated mob. However, after investigation of the evidence, Grissom and his team discover that the boy died from multiple stab wounds, but shows no signs of being hit with the cab.
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| Grissom (to Warrick): How much do you weigh?
Warrick: That's between me and my trainer.
Grissom: (In his sarcastic tone) Do I need to get a scale?
Warrick: (sighs) A buck ninety-five, give or take a doughnut.
(Grissom looks Sara's way)
Sara: Don't even ask, I'm not telling you.
Grissom: Warrick, would you lie down on the floor?
Warrick: I don't get paid enough to play dead.
Grissom: Please?
(Warrick lays down on the floor and Sara smiles)
Grissom: Sara, grab Warrick's right arm and see if you can drag him across the room.
Sara: This does have something to do with the case right?
Grissom: You don't trust me?
(She gets up and drags Warrick across the room)
| (after Sara has just rattled off a list of percentages for finding DNA in various places/from various things)
Sara: You want me to make you a copy?
Grissom: I don't need one, I have you. (exits room, Sara sits shaking her head, confused)
| Sara: You know you pulled me away from a forensic anthropology seminar, right? It's
required. It's part of the continuing education program.
Gil: Well, I'm sorry, but everyone seems to have something to do today. I have a
teenager who was run over by a taxi. He wasn't hit by it; that's not what killed him. He
was stabbed, fatally. For now, I have no ID, no suspects and no primary crime scene. I
need you.
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