In the next scene, Catherine and Gil walk into the lab to encounter a purple-turban-clad Jacqui. How nice to see everyone recycling the props from "Abra Cadaver." Catherine exclaims, "Don't tell me: Liam won the bet." "No, I just like wearing flashy headgear. It helps me focus," Jacqui shoots back. Actually, she says, "The blood on the screwdriver definitely belongs to your victim. It's amazing how fast he got me back the results. I don't know how he does it. Now I gotta wear this stupid thing all day." There's a knock on the glass wall as Liam grins and Jacqui snorts, "Look at him -- hovering. Making sure I still have it on. Do us all a favor and get him out in the field, will ya, Grissom? He's making us all stir-crazy in here." "Not until Season Four, my pet," Gil soothes. Oh, he does not. Instead, he just looks queasy at the prospect of having to manage Liam (hint: try a whip and a chair) and asks pettishly, "Do you have anything for us?" She sure does -- a palm print. We soon find out that, unfortunately, it's a palm print as made through a smooth leather glove.

We also find out, courtesy of the just-materialized Brass, that Audrey Hilden had filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against Sugarman three months ago. Kind of puts that asking-out-to-the-movie conversation in a whole new light, doesn't it?

Sugarman: My, what a fine, big pair of bicuspids you have. Want to come over to my house for a private viewing in my home theatre?
Audrey: Thith ith maaakin thnee theel --
Sugarman: There's nothing to be ashamed of, sweet teeth. You look hot -- let's take off that plaque and stay awhile.
Audrey: Oour khreepthy!
Sugarman: Okay, now spit. Ooh. Just like that, you dirty girl! Floss for Daddy!
Audrey: [spits] You'll be hearing from my lawyers. And my HMO.

Anyway, Brass tells us that the lawsuit claims she was molested under anesthesia. Catherine says incredulously, "And she was going on a date with this guy?" Brass explains, "Sugarman countersued. He's represented by big-time attorneys, so she backed down." Gil points out, "Well, a screwdriver's cheaper than an attorney." Not for the Department of Defense, it's not. Brass adds, "Well, there's more. Remember the usher who likes to smoke the chronic? He claims he saw a redheaded woman make a phone call halfway through the movie, so I'm going to check it out. Want to tag along?" Gil and Catherine follow him, so evidently they do.