This episode opens with a robbery on the Crappest Shop Ever. It’s called ‘The Cracked Kiln’. Even the name is crappy.
Anyway for some reason people love to break in and empty the safe (seriously – the dialogue at the beginning establishes that MORE THAN ONCE, a burglar has decided that this warehouse of junk is probably harbouring a nice meaty stash of cash). This time, however, is different; not only has one of the robbers been killed, but fingerprinting around the crime scene turns up traces of a girl who was kidnapped as a toddler, 21 years before.
Her parents are thrilled to know that she’s alive
but unfortunately things turn sour pretty quickly, as it turns out that Melissa (their daughter) is also Tammy (the dead guy’s daughter)
… and (worse still) it looks like she murdered her kidnapper. With a radioactive gnome.
A quick visit to the psychiatrist confirms that, because she was kidnapped at age 4, Tammy is now definitely a sociopath
and LO, before long she is skipping out on the bail for which her parents have remortgaged their house (wonder if they used Eddie’s broker?) to run off with her dad’s old partner in crime, whose only real attraction seems to be his luxuriant seventies moustache.
The psychiatrist’s verdict isn’t the only bit of bad science going down in this episode. Sara and Warrick are investigating a woman who burned to death in her armchair
and Sara is CONVINCED that it’s a case of spontaneous combustion.
Of course, they end up burning a pig to find out what went down.
At least David the coroner loves her.
Warrick: You’re just siding with Sara because you’ve got a crush on her.
David: No; that’s why I wore a clean coat.
He is not the only one getting his flirt on this episode: Greggo has some lovely lady on the end of the line
and Grissom’s turgid love life sees a flicker of movement as Terri arrives to draw pictures of missing Melissa.
Unfortunately, she is soon smacking him down as only she knows how.
Grissom: Since I screwed up our last date, will we ever have dinner again?
Terri: Oh, we’ll have dinner. Just not together.
What else. The Patented Petersen Pout appears to be catching
… at sometimes inappropriate moments.
Catherine: He’s covered in spores!
Don’t worry, Nicky – Catherine might not be impressed
… but I certainly am!