Episode Quotes
Grissom: He's wearing a wig and a fat suit. It's not Halloween, is it?
Catherine: In this town, it's always Halloween.
Catherine: "Rampart." Guess I'll go check that out.
Grissom: You can't. We found the body under the WHISKEY TOWN sign and the guy just cleaned out the Rampart Casino.
Catherine: Coincidence.
Grissom: Even if it is, they're still Sam Braun's casinos.
Catherine: Why is that a problem?
Grissom: He's your father. You can't be on this case.
Catherine: Gil ...
Grissom: Catherine, you have to go home.
Sam Braun: I'm curious. What bothers you more? The fact that you couldn't pin a murder on me or that Catherine cashed my check?
(Grissom stops what he's doing and slowly stands up to look at Sam)
Sam Braun: There were no strings on that money.
(Grissom takes off his glasses.)
Grissom: Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it's not there.
Sam Braun: (shrugs) Believe whatever you like.
Sam Braun: You want to catch a cheater -- hire one.
Catherine: Right. He gets to work off his debt.
Sam Braun: On way or another, I always get my money's worth.
Robbins: Given the fracture pattern, I'd guess it was some sort of blunt object.
Warrick: Maybe a ball peen hammer.
Robbins: What gets you to that?
Warrick: They used to tell me back in the days, the first time you got caught cheating, they'd give you a couple whacks on the hand with a ball peen hammer.
Robbins: Ow.
Warrick: The second time, you'd lose a limb.
Robbins: Third time?
Warrick: A long walk in the desert with a shovel.
Grissom: Well, his driver's license was fake, so, this could be fake, too.
Sara: A fake ID is for scamming a casino. A baller puts his real name on a roley.
(Grissom turns and gives Sara a look, surprised by what he just heard. She shrugs it off and waves the papers in her hand toward Warrick.)
Sara: What? He rubs off.
Brass: Relax. I got it covered. Hey, Rick, remember the time you said you could get a print off of air?
Warrick: Yeah.
Brass: Check this out.
(He turns the shoe slip-in and the camera goes in for a close-up of the fingerprint on the clear plastic covering.)
Chris Bezich: So. You and Sam Braun ...
Catherine: He slept with my mother.
Nick: This is about the key CSI position. Grissom recommended me.
(The look on her face freezes. It takes a beat, then she smiles.)
Sara: Congratulations.
(Nick tucks the letter back into its envelope and stands up to get ready for his shift.)
Nick: It's not necessary. Position was cut. Budget had room for the new promotion or a new qiagen, bio robot ez-1. Greg will be thrilled.
Sara: (less than enthusiastic) Yeah.
(Nick shuts his locker door, turns and glances at SARA before heading for the door.)
Nick: Oh, well, it's just an honor to be nominated, right?
Catherine: Sam ... used to be a caddy man. He would drive a new one every year. These days, he's being driven.
Grissom: And you know this because ... ?
Catherine: I saw him. He came to me.
Grissom: And you walked away, I hope.
Catherine: I made him walk away from me. Right into a stretch limo with a big turning radius.
Grissom: That doesn't prove anything. Besides, any evidence that comes from you is tainted.
Catherine: Then have it come from you. Warrant shouldn't be hard to get. Especially if the call comes from someone whose character is above reproach.
(Grissom stops and looks at Catherine. She makes sure he meets her eyes and her meaning. She turns and leaves the office.)
Greg: Blood on the shirt is a match to Davis Mullins. Epithelials from inside the shirt belong to Seth Landers.
(Greg watches Grissom carefully. Grissom looks up from the test results and looks at Greg.)
Grissom: What?
Greg: That means Sam Braun's innocent. This time. Are you disappointed?
Grissom: It's the evidence.
Warrick: Are you trying to tell me that your own father set you up?
Seth Landers: The truth is, I just wanted him to like me. But I'm not him. You know, I'm never going to be him. Counting cards and the poker face. They say it's a skill, but it's a gift. Till Sam Braun took it away.
Catherine: What are you doing?
Gil: I'm testing my podiatric dexterity. What are you doing?