So this episode is the CSI version of World’s Most Famous Detective Story (is that true? I feel like it might be) Murder on the Orient Express. Except this is Murder on a Las Vegas Airlines Plane.
Some unfortunate guy is dead in first class and none of the other passengers are talking. Adding to the tension? The CSIs have only 12 hours to solve the case before it gets handed over to the FBI… and the sheriff (gunning for a mayoral role?) wants results.
The episode unfolds much as its celebrity predecessor might lead you to expect; most of the fun comes from the CSIs’ personal reactions to a case which says some not-very-nice things about human nature. What’s nice is that everybody’s working together.
By the end of the episode, Sara, Warrick and Nick are discussing murder, and whether they’d commit it:
Sara: I wouldn’t, Warrick would, and Nick’s on the fence.
Catherine also would, if Lindsey was in danger.
So, that’s good to know. Also of interest? Some excellent Mile High Club banter between Sara and Grissom, after these passengers
prove to be fairly crappy eyewitnesses after having shagged in the toilet through the whole performance.
Grissom: You know, high altitude increases the entire sexual experience; increases the euphoria.
Sara: Well, it’s good, but I don’t know if it’s that good.
All very thrilling and just like the Agatha version I’d say it’s a pretty memorable episode case-wise. However, whatever the unfortunate events on the plane (there’s a Samuel L Jackson joke hovering overhead somewhere but I can’t quite reach it), the episode contains only two real crimes:
(n.b. Greggo nickname watch: “Einstein”)