[
Grissom and Willows enter a restaurant to investigate the death of one of its chefs. The hostess stops answering a very busy phone and turns to them]
The Hostess:
Hi, last name?
Gil Grissom:
We don't have reservation. We're here...
The Hostess:
[
taking back the phone] Party of four? Three weeks from Thursday? Let me see...
Catherine Willows:
Excuse me but you don't understand...
The Hostess:
[
holding up the phone] No, I'm sorry you don't understand. Your walk-in's in a very busy night. We're short a chef.
Catherine Willows:
We know. He's dead.
Gil Grissom:
Not only dead. Dismembered. We're with the crime lab.
The Hostess:
[
putting down the phone] I'll get the owner.
Gil Grissom:
[
Grissom to Willows, struggling to remove a dismembered hand caught in a meat grinder] I'm gonna need a hand.
Gil Grissom:
[
after identifying the kitchen knife used to dismember a chef] "Let us carve him as a dish fit for the gods"
Catherine Willows:
I'm going to guess Shakespear.
Gil Grissom:
Julius Ceaser.
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