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CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
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| Title: | Down the Drain |
| Episode Number: | 94 |
| Season: | 5 |
| Season Episode #.: | 2 |
| Production Number: | 502 |
| Original Airdate: | Thursday October 07th, 2004 |
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After a heavy downpour in Las Vegas, a body washes up in one of the city’s storm drains. When the team arrives to examine the body, they come across bones from another murder. Now, the team must determine the cause of death for the first body and look into the origins of the bones.
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| Sara: I don't have a death wish and I'm not a drunk, in case you were worried.
Grissom: I'm not worried.... I'm concerned.
Sara: Isn't that kind of the same thing?
| Greg: What are you doing?
Grissom: Good, you're here. (Grissom throws a urine specimine cup towards Greg) Fill this up for me will you?
Greg: With what?
Grissom: It's a urine specimen cup Greg, what do you think?
Greg: Ok (Greg walks away)
Greg comes back with a full cup.
Grissom: That took a long time, you may need a prostate exam.
Greg: My prostate is just fine, I'm not a soda fountain.
Grissom: Hopefuly you are because I need a number 2 as quickly as possible.
Greg: What is this all about?
| Greg: This is some kind of CSI hazing making me appreciate blood & semen more.
| Sara: I heard you finally lost your virginity.
(Greg looks at confused)
Sara: First autopsy. How was it?
Greg: It was fine. How was your first time? How did you react?
Sara: I puked.
Greg: I didn't puke.
Sara: Way to go, tough guy.
| Grissom: If you're gonna be sick, Greg, do it in the sink.
Dr. Robbins: Not in the drain pan.
Greg: I don't feel sick.
| Grissom: Well, at least we know where he came from.
(Grissom shines his flashlight into the darkness of the storm drain. Warrick turns and looks.
Catherine grimaces.)
Catherine: Aren't we at least gonna draw straws?
Grissom: No.
| Brass: Well, the kid gets murder, mom's an accessory, and dad gets felony explosives.
It's a family-value pack.
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