Gil: I think your cell phone's vibrating.
Catherine: You heard that?
(Catherine reaches for her phone and smiles at Gil.)
Catherine: You're back.
(Catherine smiles as she answers her phone. Gil winks at her.)
Man: Well, I-I had just ordered a pay-per-view movie, and it was just about to begin.
Brass: Oh, yeah? Which one was that?
Brass: You mean, Armageddon?
Man: No. Arma-get-it-on.
Brass: Oh. Good movie?
Man: Worked for me.
(Doc Robbins removes a piece of glitter from her toes. Camera zooms in to show that it's purple and has a S-shaped cut out in the middle of the square piece.)
Al: Yeah. There is a ... a strip club, um, named Shimmer on industrial. I, uh, recognized the "s" almost immediately.
Catherine: You go, Doc.
Dancer: Yeah, they look familiar -
(She hands the paper with the DMV license information back to Gil.)
Dancer: ... from the neck up. I must've given them four, five lap dances each. They made my night.
Catherine: So, they were George.
(Gil looks up at them. Catherine supplies an explanation.)
Catherine: Big tippers.
Dancer: No. They weren't the ones paying for it. The other couple was.
Gil: The other couple?
Dancer: Yeah, we were all in the VIP booth over there. The four of them -- they came in together. The other couple just wanted to watch. So I assumed they were friends. Good friends. I didn't get a good look at the other two, but they slid that money across the table ... mmm, brick this big. So, like I said, they just wanted to doggie in the window.
(Gil looks from the Dancer to Catherine.)
Catherine: (explains) Watch.
Dancer: And they were subbing drinks left and right.
(Again, Gil looks from the Dancer to Catherine.)
Catherine: Ordering clear drinks to keep the party going.
Dancer: You sure you don't want a dance? I could be your specimen. You could be my mad scientist.
Catherine: (smiles) He already is, sweetheart. Thanks.
Catherine: Sam told me it takes a lifetime to establish a reputation and just a second to ruin it. When I suspected that Sam was my father, I didn't go to him. I didn't go to Grissom. I went to Greg and had him run a DNA test.
Warrick: On who?
Catherine: On me.
Warrick: What'd you use as an exemplar?
Catherine: Blood evidence from his case.
Warrick: That's why they kicked it.
Catherine: Yup. And I'm just afraid.
Warrick: Of what?
Catherine: A backlash.
Sara: This is our first bucket brigade together, gentlemen. Try and say that ten times fast. Bucket brigade. Bucket brigade. Bucket brigade.
(Nick steps out of the bathroom and sees Gil examining the Magic Fingers.)
Nick: Haven't you ever seen one of those before?
Gil: Not in person, no.
Nick: Magic Fingers. Twenty-five cents for 15 minutes of vibration. Died a slow death in the '70s due to vandalism and seedy connotations. Good for sex. Good for sleep ... too.
(Catherine gathers up the rest of the coins and puts them in a package. Gil walks over to the bed and puts a coin in the Magic Fingers. The bed starts to vibrate. Gil lies down on the bed. Catherine gives him a look. He holds up a hand.)
Gil: I need 15 minutes to think.
(Catherine puts the coins in her hand in the package.)