LAST EDITED ON 04-22-04 AT 11:54 PM (EDT)
A series of baffling murders grips New Avalon...
WARRICK: We have five victims.
DOC ROBBINS: Well, it's the same as last time. I'm still waiting for an ID.
RAVEN: What happened here?
UNKNOWN MALE VOICE: What a horror show!
... and the night shift is divided in more ways than one.
GRISSOM: Nick, you get your very own dead body.
DOC ROBBINS: He knows something he's not saying.
SARA (angrily): Look, you want to know what's going on, ask him. You obviously don't believe me.
NICK: Hey, I'm not a racist.
CATHERINE (annoyed): I don't believe this!
SARA: Is the way he's acting lately... normal?
But with the clock ticking and danger stalking the CSIs...
SARA (sharply): International Police! Stop where you are!
UNKNOWN MALE VOICE #2: If I'm seen there, they'll kill me.
NASTY-SOUNDING CREATURE: Hsssssssss.
GRISSOM: My people were attacked.
WARRICK: Guy was looking at you pretty hard.
UNKNOWN MALE VOICE #3 (deep and foreboding): It will join us, my Master... or die.
... the only ones they can trust may be each other.
NICK: We're all having that kind of night, aren't we?
WARRICK: Told you I had your back.
GRISSOM: We are criminalists. Not the cavalry.
SARA: I just wanted to tell you, you were cool out there.
CATHERINE: Life's too short for that. Even if you might live forever.
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SARA (puzzled): Greg? Who puts their hand there?
UNKNOWN MALE VOICE #2: Why do you hate what you are?
GRISSOM (grimly): Traitors die.