Scuba Doobie-Doo (25 Oct. 2001)

A scuba diver (at least a man who dresses like one) is found dead, fully equipped with an oxygen tank, on a tree in a burned forest.

Director:

Jefery Levy

Writers:

Anthony E. Zuiker (creator), Andrew Lipsitz,

Stars:

William Petersen, Marg Helgenberger, Gary Dourdan

Cast

Episode cast overview, first billed only:
William Petersen	...	Gil Grissom
Marg Helgenberger	...	Catherine Willows
Gary Dourdan	...	Warrick Brown
George Eads	...	Nick Stokes
Jorja Fox	...	Sara Sidle
Paul Guilfoyle	...	Captain Jim Brass
Brad Johnson	...	Paul Newsome, District Engineer
Eric Szmanda	...	Greg Sanders
Robert David Hall	...	Dr. Al Robbins
Mark Tymchyshyn	...	Stu Evans - Landlord
David DeLuise	...	Cliff Renteria
Rick Peters	...	Jerry Walden
Skip O'Brien	...	Detective Ray O'Riley
Eric Stonestreet	...	Ronnie Litre
Jenna Gering	...	Alison Scott

Storyline

Cliff Renteria's former landlord shows his former apartment to new tenants, who call the police having seen it covered in blood. Cliff says it's from his nosebleeds, frequent due to hepatitis, as payback for the lousy janitorial service. His girlfriend is missing, but isn't not her blood. Jerry Walden's corps is found up in a tree near Lake Meath, wearing diver's gear. The bum always lived on his youth and house mate attorney Brad Lewis's expense, but they recently had a major real estate windfall.

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Plot Keywords:

diving | explosion

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Genres:

Crime | Drama | Mystery | Thriller

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Details

Language:

English

Release Date:

25 October 2001 (USA)

Company Credits

Production Co:

CBS Paramount Network Television

Did You Know?

Trivia

The minor league baseball player mentioned plays for the "Blasters", a team which does not exist. The Las Vegas minor league team was originally the Stars, and is now known as the "51s", as in "Area 51."

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Quotes

Nick Stokes: Leggo my Greggo

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Connections

References Scooby Doo, Where Are You! (1969)

User Reviews

Behind the Walls.

Two separate cases. In one, a body dressed in a SCUBA suit is found perched in the branches of a burned tree after a forest fire. In the other, the CSI team investigate an apartment whose walls are splattered with blood that turns out to belong to a red herring.

The setting is Las Vegas but it's hard to know why. Little use is made of the location. As usual, William Peterson and Marg Helgenberger turn in professional jobs as members of the team. Some of the others lack anything resembling magnetism, and some show no evidence of talent.

And the lighting -- again, as usual -- is dramatic and rather dark but false to the locations. It's hard to imagine the office of any bureaucracy that isn't lighted flatly, like Jack Webb's "Dragnet." Not that it has to be DULL. The offices of The Washington Post were hardly uninteresting in "All The President's Men." And why is the laboratory of a Crime Scene Unit so full of shadows? Why is everyone in an apartment back lighted or lighted from the side?

That stuff is an irritation but the stories are filled with interest and suspense, if at time they turn a little disgusting. The results are never expressed in probabilities. They're either "matches" or they "don't match." I understand that in some cases juries have been contaminated by expectations generated by Crime Scene Unit. Lawyers have come to call it "the CSI effect." They don't want probabilities (which is all that science has to offer). They want certainties. They want perfection, not compromise. It may be that CSI is also affecting our politics. Who knows?