This is the first of what I like familiarly to call the BATSHIT CRAZY episodes, which the CSI writers occasionally like to spring on their unsuspecting audience. (I’m thinking ‘King Baby’ here, people… but more of that in the appropriate time and place.)
In this instance the craziness centres around an evil nutritionist
who (MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT) is Eating People’s Insides.
Instance #2 of the vomiting cops trope (Nick: ‘Guess he won’t be eating dinner tonight’), the episode prompts a lot of enjoyable double entendre; as when the evil doctor comments on Grissom’s choice of career:
Creepy Nutritionist Lady: Guess one man’s corpse is another man’s candy…
It is all good sensational (and completely unscientific) fun, much of which is generated by the excellent camaraderie always emanating from a case where Nick and Warrick are both involved
and particularly one where they spend much of their time analysing dog poo. Yup. It’s a glamorous life.
This delightful development also prompts a suggestive allusion to the CSI training regime:
Nick: Don’t even waste your time, that’s cougar.
Warrick: How’d you figure that?
Nick: See the rabbit hair in the faeces? Don’t you remember the seminar?
Meanwhile, Catherine’s much-exercised maternal empathy is called on once more, as a little girl dies on a fairground ride.
Catherine is quick to lay blame on the dodgy-looking carnie folk
– the fatter of whom has what I think is a contender for best line of the series:
Redneck (arrested): You pullin’ my pud?
All the graaarrring and powerful ladyness seems to get Catherine in the mood – as by the end of the episode she is paying a visit to Mr City Engineer man, primed by their previous flirtation for some Hot Willows Lovin’.
Finally, in CSI fashion news, O’Reilly has apparently been visiting the Greg Sanders Shirt Emporium
and Sara is modelling what I would call her Sci Fi Alien Princess look. I LOVE IT.