Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical

CSI rerun: "Chasing the Bus" (2.18)

twiztv.com transcript

MAN (dark brown jacket):  You know what the casinos say about guys with systems?
MAN (light tan suit & tie):  What?
MAN (dark brown jacket):  Welcome.
I assumed everyone had died in that crash, and the quiet, the pan to the CSIs, so very eerie and poignant.
(The CSIs continue to stand on the side ... and watch.)
SARA:  I feel so useless.
CATHERINE:  It's still a rescue operation.
(Down below a group of rescue workers carry an injured survivor strapped tightly in a basket.)
WARRICK:  We're not running the show.
NICK:  Yeah.  Not yet.
(The basket carrying the injured man is being carried and pulled up the hillside.  As it passes, the CSIs see that it's a dark-haired young man.)
GRISSOM:  They do their job and then we do ours.

NICK:  You the only trauma doc?
TRAUMA DOCTOR:  That's right.  Lucky me.  I personally black-tagged six.  Excuse me.  My line of work, that's a bad night.
NICK:  Yeah, mine, too.  (NICK glances over at the large man on the gurney.)  That the bus driver over there?
TRAUMA DOCTOR:  Big surprise.  The only person on the bus wearing a seat-belt.
NICK:  Only one on a tour bus required to wear one.  Thank you.
(GREG appears next to NICK.)
GREG:  Hey.  Got here as soon as I could.
NICK:  Whoa, what are you doing here, Greg?
GREG:  All hands on deck.  That was the call, right?  Crims on the scene.
GRISSOM:  Crims with "field training".
GREG:  (to GRISSOM)  Come on.  I'm capable.
GRISSOM:  (to NICK)  He does no collection.
(GRISSOM walks away.  NICK reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a notepad and pen.  He gives it to GREG.)
NICK:  You're taking my notes.  You didn't bring a warmer jacket?
GREG:  No.
(NICK doesn't say anything.  He walks away from GREG who has a concerned look on his face.  In the background, we hear indistinct voices over the radio.)

BRASS:  Hey. Uh, Larry Maddox.  Owns the bus company.
CATHERINE:  Got here quick.  That should tell you something.

When Catherine was looking into the Camaro I thought, "How'd they get the driver out?"  And then his hand reaches up and we realize of course they hadn't gotten him out.  Which seemed a little odd, given the earlier "RESCUE WORKER 1:  Everybody stand by.  We do not touch this car until every victim is off the bus."  The handgrab was well done.  When Cath was trying to get his name and ended up just left with his blood on her hands I thought, "Well, have someone swab your hands and run the DNA."

The bus driver being so out of it?  I totally called concussion.  I suppose hypoglycemia works too, though.

     NICK:  Greg!  Get some help!

I was reminded of "Get the kid!" in the most recent Without a Trace.
NICK:  It's all right, man.  Stop apologizing.
GREG:  Oh, I feel bad.  I just froze up.
NICK:  That's why we have fielding training, Greg.  No disrespect, but you're not qualified to be out here.

GREG:  Anybody check the bus?
(NICK and GRISSOM look at each other.)
NICK:  I'll find out.
Aww, love Greg.  (And love that Nick and Grissom look at each other, like "Well I guess we didn't think of that.")

GRISSOM:  Firefighters only look in the obvious spots.
GREG:  Just out of curiosity, what are the unobvious spots?
GRISSOM:  For bodies? 
GREG:  Yeah.
GRISSOM:  Walls, hot water heaters stuffed in the box spring of a hotel room bed.  (adds)  I found a head in a bucket of paint once.
GREG:  I get the picture.
Ah, Nick.  You haven't yet learned that you don't actually want to ask Grissom those sorts of questions.
GRISSOM:  (to GREG)  You should be wearing gloves.
GREG:  Sorry.
How do you forget that?

     GRISSOM:  I'm afraid our ex-con just got the death penalty.
ERIC KEVLIN:  I just wanted to surprise her.  That's all.  If I don't make it, please tell her I'm sorry.
Oh, ouch.
WARRICK:  You've got that "Sara" look.
SARA:  You mean that "Grissom" look?

"K-rail"?  Aren't those just Jersey barriers?
SARA:  Bus crosses four lanes of traffic and only takes out the car behind it?
WARRICK:  Yeah.  Someone upstairs was looking out big-time.

(GRISSOM looks at the results.)
GRISSOM:  Good, Greg.  Did you enjoy being in the field?
GREG:  (warily)  You heard about it, too?
(GRISSOM looks at GREG, puzzled.)
GREG:  That I ... messed up.
GREG:  (nods)  Well, then ... I enjoyed it fine.
(GREG returns to his lab.  GRISSOM watches him.)

GRISSOM:  Symptoms of which can mirror intoxication.
ROBBINS:  And in extreme cases?
GRISSOM:  Loss of consciousness and seizure.  Do I pass?
ROBBINS:  Cum Laude.

NICK:  So, it's not the driver ...
GRISSOM:  We're looking at the bus.

WARRICK:  Check this out.
(He shows SARA the bolt.)
SARA:  A bolt?  Nice.  I got twenty of them.
WARRICK:  Well, this one's sheared.
(SARA looks at the bolt again.)
SARA:  It is, isn't it?

WARRICK:  No, the bolts snapped midway through the skid after the bus hit the k-rail.
GRISSOM:  Proof?
I love this sort of "State your source".

     GRISSOM:  So I ask again -- why'd he hit the brakes?

NICK:  Man, there could be a million reasons.
GRISSOM:  Well, fortunately, we're just looking for one.

LARRY MADDOX:  Look, you own an airline or a bus company -- any transport business -- accidents are inevitable.
GRISSOM:  Criminal acts, however, are another matter.
LARRY MADDOX:  Wait a minute.  I've got a family.  Sometimes they ride my buses.  I don't take a chance with their lives or anybody else's.  I screen all my drivers.  Zero tolerance for drugs or alcohol.  I keep strict maintenance records.  Vehicle inspection every 45 days as required by law.  You're not going to find anything criminal here.
If my family rode my busses, I'm not sure I'd buy bolts from a low-bid.
GRISSOM:  I think maybe it's time for another inspection.
LARRY MADDOX:  (nods)  I'll ground the fleet.
No questions?  You're gonna lose huge amounts of money -- not to mention pissing off huge amounts of customers.

Oh, matching tires.  That looks exciting.  (My mom often comments that she really likes that CSI shows that the work they do isn't always fun and glamorous and easy.)
CATHERINE:  Is there any reason why Eric, in a medical crisis would refuse resuscitation?
TRACEY LOGAN:  What are you talking about?
NICK:  He consented to lifesaving surgery, but ... signed a DNR.
(She closes her eyes and shakes her head.)
TRACEY LOGAN:  Oh, god.  (explains)  It's because he was a doctor.  He saw it every day.  People hooked up to machines waiting to die.  He swore he wouldn't let anyone he loved go through that.  And if his life was at stake, he wanted to make the hard decision so no one else would have to.
I really loved that bit, the explanation for the seemingly incomprehensible DNR.
(SARA paces the floor as she waits for her results.  GREG watches her.)
GREG:  I thought I told you I'd page you with the results.
SARA:  I know. I want to wait. 
(SARA continues to pace.  She stops and looks at GREG.)
SARA:  Greg?  You're really good at what you do.
(GREG stops and is about to say something, but doesn't.  The results are printed.  SARA picks it up and looks at it.)
SARA:  Sabotage.
(SARA walks out of the lab.)
I love Sara for that kindness to Greg.  (And she absolutely means it; she's not just trying to make him feel better; and the sincerity is what really sells it.)

(GRISSOM is back in the garage surrounded by bus parts.  He picks up a part and sighs.  SARA enters the garage.)
SARA:  Grissom.
GRISSOM:  I finally know the first action. [snip]
SARA:  But why did the tire come apart in the first place?
GRISSOM:  I don't know.
SARA:  I do.
She comes in and she wants to tell him what she knows, but he just goes off on his own stuff (like he does) and it's not in this transcript, but she's practically bouncing having to wait to share and his "I don't know" is so sort of vulnerable deflated and I love her "I do."  (And nice touch with Greg's signature.)
WARRICK:  Oh, that's original.  What happened to slashing tires?
GRISSOM:  It wasn't vandalism.  It was an act of premeditation.
NICK:  Why chloroform?
GRISSOM:  Chloroform destroys the elasticity of the rubber.  Sooner or later, the air pressure inside the tire causes it to explode.
NICK:  How much later?
GRISSOM:  Well, that's what we're going to find out.  We need a treadmill -- a big one.
NICK:  All right, to do what?
GRISSOM:  Exercise a bus.

GRISSOM: ... and set it up in the empty police warehouse next door. Sara?
SARA:  Yeah, I'll be at trace.  They're going to love this.

GRISSOM:  So, who do you like?
BRASS:  The bus company.  Larry Maddox -- he talks a good game but, he cheaped-out on his supplies and he's been way too helpful.

SARA:  You busy?
VINCENT:  I got three minutes and, uh, five seconds.
SARA:  Then I have a question for you. 
VINCENT:  Bus case?
SARA:  Uh-huh. 
VINCENT:  (without looking up)  I heard Sanders broke out of here, fared poorly and disgraced us all.
SARA:  No, he didn't.
(VINCENT looks up at SARA.)

VINCENT:  You ever hear the expression "pissing up a rope"?
SARA:  Not in a scientific context, no.

I love that Warrick and Grissom are playing chess while they wait by the bus.  And Warrick leaves with "Checkmate" and the look on Grissom's face -- he can't believe it, and then he realizes it's true.

NICK:  Bus logged into Barstow at 8:03 P.M. Target would be two hours later.
GRISSOM:  No, if the tire was tampered with in Barstow it should blow any minute.
NICK:  If not, it was sabotaged in L.A.  And we've got another two hours and 13 minutes.

GRISSOM:  Way to go, Warrick. I owe you.
WARRICK:  Yeah, you do.

GRISSOM:  Julius Caesar, murdered in 44 B.C.  Legend has it that the molecules from his last breath spread all over the world.  Probably like your fingerprints, right?  They're everywhere.

GRISSOM:  Whoa.  Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?

SEAN NOLAN:  Even if a tire blows the suspension system should keep the bus on the road.  I been driving buses for ten years.  I've never seen a flat take out a bus.
I was pissed that there were no charges pressed against Maddox, though I suppose taking a low-bid isn't exactly a crime.  There's gonna be a civil suit against the bolt company, though, right?

Also: I really feel no need to have Greg out in the field.  I'd be fine with him remaining a lab tech.  (This has nothing to do with amount of screentime he gets, I just think we have enough field agents.  And why does everyone wanna work in the field anyway?  I'd be happy to stay in my safe lab and not have to do all that hardass work of collecting at a scene.
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