CSI: NY, Season 4

Mac:
(from behind a pillar, shouting to Suspect X) Who are you?

Suspect X:
(reloading her gun) Anyone you want me to be, detective. Friend. Lover. Fantasy. Nightmare. Take your pick.

Mac:
Based on the amount of blood leaving your body from that hole I put in your chest, I'll go with dead.

Suspect X:
That's not on the list.

Mac:
This is all just a game, isn't it? Tell me, what goes through your mind when you end a life.

Suspect X:
Besides playing God?

Mac:
You don't have much time. Give me something.

Suspect X:
A confession? Pulling the trigger is like taking a deep breath of fresh air. Seeing that last little speck of life in their eyes, then when it fades, I don't know I believe they're going to a better place. (closes her eyes as she dies)