CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Season 7

Grissom:
Hi Natalie. My name's Gil. It's so nice to finally meet you. I-um, probably shouldn't say this, but... I'm a huge fan. I've been a crime scene investigator for 22 years, I've worked over 2,000 homicides, and you are by far... the best I've ever seen. I mean, you're such a great artist. And to be so young, and so talented, and... so pretty. I've thought about you every night for the last nine months. I even tried to do what you do. I built my own miniature.

[Natalie nods her head]

Grissom:
You saw it? How'd I do?

[Natalie shrugs]

Grissom:
Do you play chess?

[Natalie shakes her head]

Grissom:
I play. As hobby. Quiets my mind, you know? Soothes me. At one point I became so consumed by it, that whenever I closed my eyes I could see the chess pieces moving all around the board. I was obsessed with correcting all my bad moves. I wondered if a game could ever be played without a mistake. I'd love to play you sometime. I'm so impressed by the way you embrace your passion. You'd make a great CSI. This last one was brilliant. You studied our crime scene so well, tracking the car to the junkyard, and then towing it all the way out to the desert where you knew we wouldn't find it. And then, the way you killed Sara.

Natalie:
[shaking her head] I didn't kill her.

Grissom:
You didn't?

[Natalie shakes her head]

Natalie:
This is about her. Her, her, her. It's always about her.

Grissom:
No, it isn't Natalie. It's about you.

[Natalie cuts him off]

Natalie:
It's always about her.

[she takes a blade from her mouth and slashes Grissom's throat and watches as he bleeds. Then in a baby voice]

Natalie:
Oh sad was the day for the little bisque doll, for they cut all her stitches away, and found the seat of the terrible ache. T'was a delicate task...

Grissom:
[not cut, for it was all in her imagination] Natalie listen to me. Tell me where she is.

Natalie:
For none of the doctor's had ever before...

Grissom:
Natalie.

Natalie:
...performed on a dolly's inside...

Grissom:
Please tell me where Sara is.

Natalie:
...They tried to re-stuff her, but didn't know how, and this was her wail as she died...

Grissom:
[yelling] Stop it! Just stop this!

[shaking her head]

Grissom:
Tell me where Sara is!

Natalie:
...I've got a pain in my sawdust. That's what's the matter with me.

[voice over, over turned car]

Natalie:
Something is wrong with my little inside. I'm just as sick as can be. Don't let me faint, someone get mr a fan.

[a hand clawing at the ground from under the car]

Natalie:
Someone please run for the medicine man. Everyone hurry as fast as you can, 'cause I've got a pain in my sawdust.