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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) --NIGHT]
[EXT. LAS VEGAS DESERT (STOCK) -- NIGHT]
[EXT. SUV ON ROAD - NIGHT]
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[INT. SUV -- NIGHT]
(A PARK RANGER driving along the road route and notices a car parked on the side of the road. He stops the car to check it out. Garbled radio transmissions can be heard in the background.)
(He gets out of the car and puts on his park ranger hat. The officer walks to the edge of the road, slips and rolls down the hill. When he comes to a stop, he lands next to a dead body. In the shadow of the bright light, there's a man holding a shovel, digging a hole - caught in the act trying to bury the body.)
(Frozen for a moment, the man springs into action. He throws the shovel aside and tries to run, the officer stops him.)
Benjamin Jennings: No! No!
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(GRISSOM and NICK make their way down the ledge to the crime scene. There are five police vehicles there and a swarm of officers near the crime scene looking for further evidence on the grounds. Kneeling next to the body is a Technician with a clipboard. SGT. O'RILEY meets up with GRISSOM and NICK.)
Grissom: Call said one dead body.
Sgt. O'Riley: Caught him red-handed. Ben Jennings.
(Off to the side, BENJAMIN JENNINGS stands hands cuffed behind his back with three officers standing watch over him. NICK and GRISSOM approach the men.)
Nick: Nick Stokes, Gil Grissom, Las Vegas Crime Lab. You want to tell us what's going on? What happened here?
(BENJAMIN JENNINGS doesn't respond.)
Grissom: You have anything to say?
(He still doesn't respond.)
Grissom: You don't have to talk to us.
(GRISSOM shines the light of his flashlight on the dead body.)
Grissom: He'll talk to us.
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS DESERT -- NIGHT]
(Camera opens on the body. GRISSOM and NICK are crouched low examining the body. Garbled radio transmissions can be heard in the background.)
Nick: See that lividity? Blood settled at the time of death.
Grissom: Body's been moved from the m*rder scene. Impound his car.
(SARA shows up.)
Sara: Sorry, guys. I lost you at the fork.
Nick: My bad, Sara.
(GRISSOM looks up at BENJAMIN JENNINGS.)
Grissom: Let's process this guy shall we? Officer, would you uncuff him, please?!
(The officer uncuffs BENJAMIN JENNINGS.)
(GRISSOM takes out a black light and begins examining him from the back. NICK puts his CSI kit down.)
Nick: Okay, make like a scarecrow for me, partner.
(BENJAMIN JENNINGS doesn't move. NICK spreads his arms out to show him what he means. BENJAMIN JENNINGS copies him.)
Nick: Arms out, away from your body. That's it. Stay just like that.
(SARA crouches low on the ground to collect his shoe prints.)
Sara: Give me your right foot. Other right. Put it down. Lift it up.
(NICK checks out the front and begins collecting. GRISSOM finds something on his back.)
Grissom: Hold still.
(He finds a single strand of hair and holds it up.)
Grissom: Possible secondary transfer ...
Nick: Got some red fibers.
Sara: Other foot. Lift it up. Put it down.
(GRISSOM examines BENJAMIN JENNINGS' arms.)
Grissom: No defensive wounds. No hematomas.
Nick: Victim didn't fight back. Probably didn't see it coming.
Grissom: Matthew ... tag that body for special processing, VIP room. Don't wash it till I get there, and don't touch his fingernails.
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT. MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL AND CASINO -- NIGHT]
(WARRICK'S SUV stops outside the hotel. CATHERINE is holding a piece of paper and reading as she and WARRICK enter the hotel.)
Catherine: "D.B. ... Mediterranean Casino ... Women's Spa."
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[INT. MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL AND CASINO - LOCKER ROOM -- NIGHT]
(BRASS is already there when WARRICK and CATHERINE enter the locker room area. BRASS meets them and they all start walking to the body.)
Brass: Body is Shelley Danvers. DOB: 10/10/81. Employee walked in to get towels ...
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Brass: ... found her here.
[Clips of the crime scene from various perspectives flash in quick pulses. Flash to white:
* Red spot on right thigh. Flash to white.
* Magazine open on the floor. Flash to white.
* View of victim on the locker bench. Flash to white.]
Catherine: A young woman, healthy, just reading a magazine and all of a sudden she DFO'S?
Brass: Done fell out. That's what the night manager says.
(WARRICK turns his head and sees the Night Manager talking with an officer.)
Warrick: Miss?
(WARRICK approaches the Night Manager.)
Kim Marita: (to officer) Excuse me.
Warrick: We're from the Crime Lab. You found the deceased?
Kim Marita: Yes, I was, um ... just getting some towels and I walked in and she was there.
(CATHERINE looks at the body and notices the knot on the robe on the deceased.)
Catherine: Hey, Brass ... you touch this body?
Brass: Yeah, I was born yesterday.
Catherine: Well, it looks as if the sash may have been tied by somebody else.
Catherine: Miss ... you know anything about redressing the body?
Kim Marita: Well, she was naked. I-I-I thought she should be covered
Catherine: Did you move the body here, too?
Kim Marita: Guests were looking in. I put a robe on her. It's not like it's a crime or anything.
Catherine: Actually, it is.
Warrick: Makes us doubt the circumstances surrounding the victim's death.
(Camera holds on KIM MARITA'S concerned look.)
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[INT. CSI - VIP ROOM]
(SARA scrapes off something from the dead body's forehead.)
Sara: Flour, maybe?
Grissom: But what kind? All-purpose? Self-rising? Pastry?
Sara: Trace will probably have a better idea. I'll get DNA to see if there's bits of Ben under the fingernails.
Grissom: What about the neck? Any fibers in the wound?
Sara: You told me to wait for you.
Grissom: Well, that hasn't stopped you yet.
Sara: I did observe some fibers in the wound. I didn't collect them, though.
Grissom: Be my guest.
(SARA picks up the fibers from the dead body's neck. Camera close up on the fibers.)
Sara: Yellow. Not cotton; satin, maybe.
(GRISSOM straightens and looks down at the body. He notices something.)
Grissom: Dress shirt ... but no tie.
Sara: Strangled with his own tie?
Grissom: Find me on the flour.
(GRISSOM leaves.)
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[INT. MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL AND CASINO - RECEPTIONIST AREA]
(A red-bordered bar scrolls down the spa's appointment list of names on the computer for that night.)
[LIST OF NAMES: APPOINTMENT CLIENT]
06:10 pm Kimberly Fram
06:20 pm Natalie Elam
06:25 pm Mina Valdez
06:40 pm Charlotte Meridian
06:45 pm Jessica Long
07:15 pm Patsy Cambra
07:20 pm Arabella Perrin
07:30 pm Lea Anderson
07:45 pm Richna Jason
07:50 pm LillyMae Westerbrook
08:00 pm Shelley Danvers
08:20 pm Tami Payburn
08:20 pm Genisa Tamburiane
08:40 pm Maria Reyes
Warrick: "Shelley Danvers" -- appointment 8:00.
Catherine: Ms. Marita, did the deceased use the jacuzzi facilities this evening?
Kim Marita: Not that I remember, no. (A gurney clangs as the coroner's office removes the body.) What? You don't believe me?
Warrick: Well, you lied to us before.
Catherine: It's, uh, not uncommon to drown in a jacuzzi. Hair gets caught in the whirl a person gets dragged under. The hotel wouldn't be considered unsafe.
Kim Marita: Well, that didn't happen here. She did not drown on these premises.
Warrick: Well, if she did, the coroner would find water in her lungs but it'd be worse hearing it from him than from you.
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[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY]
Robbins: Oliver Dunne. Corporate lawyer. Father of two.
Grissom: You get all that from his ... uh ... dentals?
Robbins: His wife-- widow. She came down to I.D. His property.
Grissom: .380s?
Robbins: Last one I recovered entered through his abdominals ...
(CGI POV flash to white as the b*llet penetrates an x-ray black & white replication of the body. Resume to present. Camera on GRISSOM.)
Robbins: (V.O.) ... pierced the liver, lodged in the oblique.
Grissom: That's not what k*lled him, is it? We pulled a yellow fiber out of the neck wound. I think it's from his tie.
Robbins: You might be right. He d*ed of asphyxiation. Tie probably closed the windpipe.
(White flash to CGI POV as an x-ray bluish-white replication of a hand grasping a neck. Sounds of a person choking. Camera moves up the body through the mouth, down the throat, through the windpipe, into the lungs to a magnification of red and black colored air sacs. End of CGI POV. Resume on ROBBINS.)
Robbins: Without oxygen, the alveoli capillaries wither and dry up. Whole pulmonary system shut down. What you may have here is the smallest sliver of the m*rder w*apon.
Grissom: Why would a guy sh**t a man three times and then strangle him with his own tie?
(SARA enters holding the file folder with the results of the flour test.)
Sara: I cannot tell you why, but I might be able to tell you where. A pizza shop. The flour on Oliver Dunne has a low gluten content -- seven percent protein -- it's typical of flour used to make cakes, pizzas, that kind of thing.
Grissom: So, why did you rule out bakeries?
Sara: Well, the subtype of flour is another subtype -- double zero. It's a very fine flour used only in pizza-baking ovens. Oh, and trace picked up some oregano in the sample. When are you set to interview Ben?
(Camera holds on GRISSOM.)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERROGATION ROOM]
Brass: You're the registered owner of a Lorcin .380. Takes the same caliber b*llet as the slugs we took out of the victim. So, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where's your g*n?
Benjamin Jennings: I lost it.
Brass: Do you think we believe that? Do you think ...
Grissom: Are you employed, Ben?
Benjamin Jennings: Yeah... yeah, um ... it's a place called Dante's Pizzeria. It's behind the Strato'.
Grissom: You make pizzas?
Benjamin Jennings: Well, I deliver the pizzas. It's too hot back there with all the ovens and stuff.
Grissom: Do you, uh ... ever come into contact with the baking flour at Dante's?
Benjamine Jennings: Mostly pizza boxes. Why?
Grissom: Well, 'cause we found flour on the victim and it's the kind that's used to make pizza. Can you explain that?
Benjamin Jennings: No.
Grissom: Ben, why don't you earn yourself some points by telling me what the science is going to tell me anyway?
Benjamin Jennings: Well, I don't have to talk.
Grissom: No ... but we're going to figure it out.
Benjamin Jennings: Look, if you know so much about these murders what do you need me for?
Grissom: Murders? There are more bodies?
(Camera holds on BENJAMIN JENNINGS.)
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS DESERT -- NIGHT]
(GRISSOM, NICK, SARA and a group of other officers start sweeping the area where OLIVER DUNNE'S body was found. NICK is pushing a GeoRadar Inc. machine. SARA walks next to him holding a laptop that shows the various items being scanned by the machine. As it approaches various items, the laptop beeps.)
Nick: I feel like I'm mowing a lawn.
Sara: What is that? A beer can? Soda can?
Nick: Zilch.
Sara: Zilch.
Nick: Don't tell me, more zilch?
(On SARA'S laptop, the figure of a hand appears.)
Sara: Whoa... whoa. Point of disturbance.
Grissom: Hold up.
(More arm and body appears on the radar's screen.)
Grissom: Isolate it.
(Finally, we definitely see the shape of a person's head. They've definitely found a body.)
Sara: Grissom ...
(GRISSOM turns around to look at BENJAMIN JENNINGS standing off in the distance with SGT. O'RILEY and three officers. His face is grim. He makes his way back to BENJAMIN JENNINGS and stops behind him.)
Grissom: Any more bodies you want to tell me about?
Benjamin Jennings: (shakes head) No.
Grissom: We're going to radar this whole hillside.
(BENJAMIN JENNINGS nods his head.)
Grissom: (softly) Sometimes ... when I leave a crime scene where I've been particularly involved with a dead body, I sit in my car and it hits me -- how close I was ... how heavy the body is ... the texture of the body ... how it feels... you know?
(GRISSOM leaves to go back to the site and stops when BENJAMIN JENNINGS speaks.)
Benjamin Jennings: Mr. Grissom ... I'm not a bad person.
(GRISSOM turns around.)
Grissom: You're not a bad person?
(BENJAMIN JENNINGS shakes his head.)
Grissom: Then, what are you?
(GRISSOM turns and walks away.)
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[INT. CSI -- HALLWAY]
(CATHERINE enters and sees DAVID PHILLIPS pushing a gurney toward her down the hallway.)
Catherine: Oh, I hope that's Shelley Danvers the woman from the hotel spa.
David Phillips: Yep, she's next.
Catherine: Well, it's about time. You guys finished with day-shift runover, huh?
(DAVID pushes the gurney into the Forensic Autopsy Room. CATHERINE follows him into the room.)
David Phillips: I hate it when you CSI guys get territorial.
[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY - DAY -- CONTINUOUS]
Catherine: Yeah, well, the victims' families hate it when we don't.
Robbins: I'll take it from here, David.
Catherine: Good morning.
Robbins: Catherine.
(ROBBINS lifts up the sheet covering SHELLEY DANVERS.)
Robbins: No serosanguineous fluid expunged from the mouth or nose.
Catherine: She didn't drown?
Robbins: Rules out your jacuzzi theory.
Catherine: Anything probative?
Robbins: Bright red lividity extending down the body.
Catherine: From?
Robbins: Well, heatstroke possibly. Stroke could cause multiple organ failure and if I'm right ...
Catherine: ... cover-up.
(CATHERINE walks out of the room.)
Robbins: Hey, I still have to do the post. Catherine?
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[INT. CSI - HALLWAY JUST OUTSIDE FORENSIC AUTOPSY - MORNING -- CONTINUOUS]
(CATHERINE pulls out her cell phone and dials.)
Catherine: Brass, I need you to get records from that hotel spa -- a warrant, if we need it. Yep, that's right. Bye.
(She hangs up just as WARRICK walks to meet her. He turns around when he catches up with CATHERINE.)
Warrick: Oh, it's on.
Catherine: Yeah. Was our girl staying with anyone at that hotel?
Warrick: Uh, yeah. Tina ... Tina Kolas. Best friends from Terre Haute, Indiana. Flew here in a package. Why?
Catherine: We need someone to give us the truth about last night.
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS DESERT -- MORNING]
(The body is being excavated from the site. NICK is inside the hole with the body and is using a shovel to remove the dirt. GRISSOM stands up above with SARA and other Foresnic personnel. SARA is sifting the dirt around the site looking for evidence. Behind them, FATHER POWELL approaches.)
Father Powell: Gil Grissom?
Grissom: Father?
Father Powell: Benjamin's a member of my parish. The officer won't let me talk to him. He said you were in charge.
Grissom: Of this crime scene.
Father Powell: He needs spiritual guidance.
(GRISSOM glances over at BENJAMIN JENNINGS in handcuffs standing by the police cars with two officers. He glances back down at the dead body and looks back up at FATHER POWELL.)
Grissom: Yeah, I imagine he does.
Father Powell: Ah ... then you'd have no problem with my talking to him.
Grissom: It's the 11th hour. I wouldn't expect anything less.
Father Powell: Eleventh hour?
Grissom: When the reality of their actions set in, they usually turn to religion.
Father Powell: Can you think of a better time?
(GRISSOM watches as FATHER POWELL walks away to talk with BENJAMIN JENNINGS. GRISSOM turns around and looks at NICK'S progress.)
Grissom: Okay, hold it. That's enough. Let's dust him.
(NICK puts the shovel aside. SARA puts her stuff aside and grabs the camera. She begins to photograph the body.)
Nick: No ligature marks.
Sara: Different from the first guy.
Grissom: See if this laceration on this guy's forehead is consistent with the kid's shovel.
Nick: Hey ... I feel a wallet here.
(NICK pulls out the wallet from the dead body's front pocket and under some folded cash, removes a NEVADA DRIVER LICENSE with the following information: )
(on left) 180063222900
(numbers on right over photo id) 050492
R360021
RAMIREZ, KENNY
2672 W. 6TH STREET LAS VEGAS, NV 89109
(class) C
(endorse) blank
(???) A
(sex) M
(height) 5-09
(weight) 180
(hair) BRN
(eyes) BRN
(dob) 10/30/76
(expiration date) 10/30/02
Nick: Ramirez Kenny. A 25-year-old Latino and a 42-year-old white guy?
Sara: Strangers. Doesn't make sense. There's no connection.
Grissom: Well, it obviously wasn't a robbery.
(SGT. O'RILEY approaches.)
Sgt. O'Riley: Hey.
Nick: Hey, O'Riley. What's the matter, man? A/C not working?
Sgt. O'Riley: I was on with dispatch. Oliver Dunne's car was just found by the highway patrol abandoned at an Avcon station off 215.
Grissom: They didn't happen to find another car there, did they?
Sgt. O'Riley: Yeah. Registered to a "Ramirez."
Nick: Yeah ... gas station.
(SARA helps NICK out of the ditch, then puts her camera down. They're off to the gas station. GRISSOM bends in low to look at the body.)
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL]
Catherine: And you can verify that when Shelley went to the hotel spa last night, she was going to use the dry sauna?
Tina Kolas: We'd been drinking apple martinis for, like, three days straight. Shelley said the sauna would detox her you know, clean her out.
Warrick: Cath. Whose shirt is this?
(WARRICK holds up a pink-colored blouse ripped in the middle.)
Tina Kolas: Mine. Shelley and I got in a fight over it.
Warrick: When?
Tina Kolas: Yesterday. I caught her trying it on and I said "give it back," and then we started fighting over it, you know, tug of w*r and the whole thing ripped right in two. We fell back laughing.
(Quick flashback to the two girls tugging on the shirt. The shirt ripping, and the two girls laughing. End of flashback. Resume on TINA KOLAS.)
Tina Kolas: I'd give anything to have her back.
Warrick: We're going to take this shirt, if you don't mind.
Tina Kolas: No, go ahead, if it'll help.
Catherine: You said you have proof that Shelley used the dry sauna.
Tina Kolas: She called down from this phone. Do they tape phone calls here?
Catherine: Hotel surveillance would love that. You're sure she used that phone to make the appointment?
Tina Kolas: Yeah.
(CATHERINE picks up the note pad on the desk next to the phone. She hands it to WARRICK. It's a blank typical complimentary hotel note pad with light blue logo, name and address of the hotel on it.)
[MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL & CASINO
436 PYRAMID WAY, LAS VEGAS NV (89108) and (702)555-.... ]
Warrick: We're going to take this as well.
Tina Kolas: Okay... but it doesn't have anything on it.
Warrick: Well, that's okay. We do magic.
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[EXT. AVCON GAS STATION OFF 215 -- DAY]
Sara: Two men were sh*t and k*lled and you didn't see anything?
Kirk (Avcon Attendant): Sorry.
Nick: You don't just miss something like that. What was going on?
Kirk: A friend of mine came with his new car. We took it for a drive. I'm afraid my boss will find out. I was only gone five minutes.
Nick: Okay, all right. Just-just walk us through it. When did you know there'd been a crime committed?
Kirk: Well, my buddy dropped me back here and I noticed these two cars. I went to check them out.
(Quick flashback to KIRK walking toward the two cars near the gas pump island. Both driver side doors are open. He reaches the first car and shuts the driver's door close. He looks around and doesn't see anyone. He does, however, notice a puddle of blood on the ground.)
Kirk: Oh, my god.
(End of flashback. Resume present.)
Nick: I don't see any blood.
Kirk: Yeah, I hosed it down.
Sara: You what?
Kirk: It was freakin' me out.
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[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY]
(Through the plastic sheeting, we see FATHER POWELL enter the CSI Garage. GRISSOM is under the sheeting examining BENJAMIN JENNINGS' car. FATHER POWELL approaches the car and puts his hands on the plastic sheeting to see who's inside the car.)
Father Powell: H-hello? Mr. Grissom?
(FATHER POWELL lifts up the plastic sheeting and walks underneath it.)
Father Powell: Uh ... they told me out front I'd find you here.
Grissom: I don't see your, uh ... visitor's badge.
Father Powell: Priest's collar. People trust it. (Off GRISSOM'S look) Most people. Even ... lapsed catholics.
Grissom: What makes you think, uh ... I was ever a catholic?
Father Powell: First time we met, you called me "Father." Only Romans do that. Everybody else, it's "Reverend" or "Minister." I wanted to know how your investigation against Ben is going.
Grissom: This is his car. You know, you really shouldn't be here.
Father Powell: I didn't come here to tamper with your evidence.
(GRISSOM puts his goggles back on and starts spraying luminol in the car's front passenger seat. As he sprays, the blood evidence begins to glow in the light. GRISSOM collects it.)
Father Powell: He was a good kid, all through school still comes to mass every Sunday. If he has a problem ... it's trying to please people.
Grissom: Is that a problem?
Father Powell: It can be.
(GRISSOM opens the back door of the Bronco and begins spraying. As he sprays, he recites. FATHER POWELL peers in to see the results.)
Grissom: This luminol reveals dried blood.
(The blood evidence begins to glow. There's blood all over the back seat. FATHER POWELL looks shocked at the evidence he sees.)
Father Powell: He wouldn't do this.
Grissom: I believe the car.
Father Powell: "To whom much is given, much will be expected."
[Quote Note: "But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few [stripes]. For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required; and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more." ~Luke 12:48 (KJV)]
Father Powell: I leave you to your work.
(FATHER POWELL leaves.)
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[INT MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL & CASINO - WOMEN'S SPA - RECEPTION AREA -- DAY]
Kim Marita: I told you we have no record Shelley Danvers specifically used the dry sauna.
(CATHERINE opens a Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department Evidence folder with the following information:
(Date) 10-25-01, (Time) 08:05 and (Number) 48913-5B. She pulls out the note pad taken from SHELLEY DANVERS' room.)
Catherine: That's okay, 'cause we do. ESDA can read this blank paper ... see what's written on it. Up to 14 layers.
Warrick: Sometimes a simple flashlight will do the trick.
(WARRICK pulls out a flashlight and uses it on the pad. We see the following: SAUNA - 8:00 PM.)
Catherine: That's Miss Danvers' handwriting. We confirm that.
Kim Marita: So she took a dry sauna. What does that prove?
Warrick: She d*ed of a heat stroke. The coroner just called in with the results of his final post. Your sauna's kept in the optimal condition for heat stroke -- 182 degrees.
(Quick CGI POV flash to a hand on a thermostat temperature dial twisting it to the right. End of CGI POV. Resume on KIM MARITA.)
(BRASS walks in.)
Warrick: That could k*ll a person if you left them longer than two straight hours.
Brass: Especially if no one checks up on them. A hotel employee is supposed to check on the various saunas every 15 minutes. Hotel regulations, right? We, uh, we got a copy of the check-up sheet.
(Camera holds on KIM MARITA'S look.)
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[INT. MEDITERRANEAN HOTE AND CASINO - WOMEN'S SPA - SAUNA ROOM]
(BRASS walks into the sauna. WARRICK, CATHERINE and KIM MARITA follow.)
Brass: No hotel employee checked in on the sauna after 7:30 P.M.
Catherine: So, Shelley was in here from 8:00 until ... what time did you call 9-1-1?
(KIM MARITA sighs.)
Kim Marita: I, um ... I came in at closing. 10:00.
(Quick flashback to SHELLEY DANVERS in the sauna sitting on the bench propped up against the wall. KIM MARITA reaches out to nudge the woman when she falls over.)
Kim Marita: Miss? Miss? Oh, my god.
(Flash to white. End of flashback. Resume on CATHERINE and WARRICK.)
Catherine: You moved her into the locker room? Put the robe on her?
Kim Marita: I was just trying to protect the hotel.
Catherine: From negligent homicide.
Kim Marita: They drill into us that the reputation of this hotel is everything.
(Camera holds on CATHERINE.)
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[INT. CSI - LAB-- DAY]
(NICK and SARA report back to GRISSOM.)
Nick: m*rder scene was compromised.
Sara: Pump jockey wasn't very helpful but b*ll*ts pulled from victim one and victim two.
(SARA puts the two plastic baggies in front of GRISSOM.)
Sara (cont.): Identical striations. b*ll*ts in both victims were fired by the exact same w*apon.
Nick: A Lorcin .380. The same p*stol registered to a Benjamin Jennings.
(NICK hands a copy of the p*stol registration to GRISSOM.)
Sara: P.D. Can prove through credit cards that Ben frequents the AvCon gas stations where both vics were k*lled.
(GRISSOM sits down.)
Nick: And we can prove he transported those bodies in his vehicle based on the blood you found.
Sara: And fibers.
(Quick flashback to SARA collecting fibers off the body. SARA pulling off the sock from the victim's left foot. SARA lifting the fibers off of that sock. White flash to End of flashback.)
Sara: I recovered a burgundy fiber from the sock of victim one. Found the same fiber on the sock of victim two.
Nick: We I.D'd the fibers using the FTIR. It's a polymer commonly used in vehicle carpeting.
Sara: So we went back to Ben's car.
(Quick flashback to NICK cutting out a sample from BENJAMIN JENNINGS' car. SARA looking at the sample. End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Nick: They're identical.
Sara: We got the master standards from the car manufacturer. The assigned name for the material is "12-ounce Merlot-Poly."
Nick: Bottom line ... he k*lled them.
Grissom: Good work, you guys. Very good. But you haven't proved m*rder. You've proved burial.
Nick: Excuse me?
Sara: Victim blood on his clothes ... Under his nails.
Grissom: From burying them.
Nick: Victim blood in his car?
Grissom: He transported them. Show me the g*n with Ben's prints on it. g*n sh*t residue, the ligature, the ...
Sara: ... The holes in Christ's hands, Doubting Thomas?
Grissom: Yes. Empirical evidence. St. Thomas was ahead of us all.
Sara: Does this have anything to do with the priest that's been coming around here?
Grissom: No. It has to do with the evidence.
Nick: It's our job to present the D.A. with the best evidence possible. Let a jury decide. Anything else, we're playing judge. The evidence doesn't get any better than this.
(GRISSOM looks at NICK and SARA. Though he has his hesitations, GRISSOM relents.)
Grissom: Okay. Ship it. Show it to the D.A.
Nick: Right.
(NICK starts collecting the evidence on the table. Camera holds on GRISSOM'S concerned look.)
FADE TO BLACK.
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT -- HALLWAY]
(WARRICK and CATHERINE are headed home. They walk down the hallway toward BRASS who waits by the counter. He's just gotten off the phone.)
Brass: Anyone up for breakfast?
(CATHERINE passes BRASS.)
Catherine: I'm up for a shower and tucking my daughter in.
(WARRICK slaps BRASS on the shoulder as he, too, heads out the hallway.)
Warrick: Football-- wide-screen.
(BRASS sighs.)
Brass: Well, I guess I'll go see Tina alone. Hotel tells me she's down playing quarter slots.
(Both intrigued at BRASS' remark, CATHERINE and WARRICK turn around.)
Catherine: I thought we solved this case. What'd you get?
Brass: Well, my guy in the hotel lounge tells me that Tina and Shelley were having a catfight over some dude named Jeremy the day she d*ed. That's probably how the shirt really got ripped.
Catherine: Don't ring her bell till we re-examine our case.
(CATHERINE and WARRICK head back to work.)
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[INT. CSI -- LAB]
(GRISSOM is at the laptop doing background checks on the suspect. NICK is standing in front of the screen on the wall.)
Nick: Misunderstood the priest? How?
Grissom: I looked deeper into the evidence. I should have looked deeper into Ben's character.
(COMPUTER SCREEN READS the following: )
[ FELONY RECORD Name: Benjamin Corey Jennings DOB: 2/3/76
Sex: M Race: Caucasian height: 5'9" or 5'8"? weight: 162 or 165? eyes: blue hair: brown
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LVMP: Las Vegas CMT: DV [alpha-numeric #]
NRS 205.275 Receiving Stolen Property Current Status: paroled Dispo: Completed Sent: 2 years Suspended, Community Service Employment: Dante's Pizza
24558 Desert Way Known Associates: None. No prior criminal history.
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Address: 397? ???hill Rd. ????
Las Vegas, NV 89107 ]
Nick: "Benjamin Corey Jennings." Nonviolent crimes.
(GRISSOM pulls up a second computer screen with the following information: )
[ FELONY RECORD Name: Roger Jennings DOB: 10/27/74
sex: M race: caucasian height: 5'8"
weight: 170
eyes: blue hair: blond
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LVMP: Las Vegas CMT: DV: [alpha-numeric #]
NRS 29.03 Armed Robbery Current Status: paroled 09/27/2000
Dispo: Completed Employment: Dante's Pizza
29538 Desert Way Past Convictions:
Breaking and Entering
as*ault with Great Bodily Harm
------------------------------------------------
Address: 493 Briar Way #???
Las Vegas, NV 89123? ]
Nick: "Roger Jennings ... armed robbery. Past convictions, breaking and entering. as*ault with Great Bodily Harm. Paroled 9/27/2000."
(GRISSOM stands and leaves.)
Nick: This guy is hard-core. He's looking at his third strike here.
(NICK notices that GRISSOM left. He turns back to look at the screen in front of him. SARA enters the room. NICK looks concerned.)
Sara: What's going on?
(NICK turns around and sighs. He looks at the door where GRISSOM just left.)
Nick: You know how we pushed him to file on Ben?
Sara: Yeah.
Nick: We might have been wrong.
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT HOLDING CELL]
(GRISSOM is sitting on the chair outside the jail holding cell. SGT. O'RILEY is standing on the side. BENJAMIN JENNINGS sits in the cell.)
Grissom: (quietly) Tell me about your brother. We know that you only buried the bodies. So, what happened? Did he thr*aten you?
(BENJAMIN JENNINGS shakes his head and says nothing.)
Grissom: (prompting) Ben?
(Tears run down BEN'S face. Still, he says nothing.)
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[INT. DANTE'S PIZZA -- KITCHEN]
(GRISSOM and SGT. O'RILEY approach ROGER JENNINGS in the kitchen. ROGER JENNINGS is rolling pizza dough.)
Grissom: Did you learn to throw pizzas in prison, Roger?
Roger Jennings: Who the hell are you guys? Get out of my kitchen.
Sgt. O'Riley: "Roger Jennings -- armed robbery, breaking and entering." You sound like the kind of guy it wouldn't be a big jump to m*rder.
Roger Jennings: Hey, what is this?
(SGT. O'RILEY throws two photos on the table. The top photo is of Oliver Dunne and the injuries on his abdomen.)
Sgt. O'Riley: Your first stop the AvCon gas station. See these two guys?
(ROGER JENNINGS pushes the photos away from him. With barely a glance, he continues to knead the pizza dough.)
Roger Jennings: Nope. Don't know what you're talking about. My little brother got me this job. I'm staying clean.
Sgt. O'Riley: Suppose I told you your brother said you did these guys.
(ROGER JENNINGS stops kneading the dough and looks at GRISSOM. GRISSOM meets his gaze.)
Roger Jennings: Ben wouldn't do that.
(ROGER slowly continues to knead the dough.)
Grissom: You did it directly after work using a .380 p*stol and then you strangled one of the victims with his own tie.
(ROGER JENNINGS takes a breath. He looks at GRISSOM.)
Roger Jennings: Ben did it.
Grissom: Did you witness this?
Roger Jennings: He told me about it.
(Quick flashback of BENJAMIN JENNINGS in a panic. Cut to two dead bleeding bodies in the back of BEN'S bronco.)
Benjamin Jennings: Look what I did -- I just lost my head. What am I supposed to do now?
Roger: I'm on a short line, all right? You're on your own, Ben.
Benjamin Jennings: Roger, you've got to help me.
Roger: You know I can't. What am I going to do? Huh? It's your mess. You got to deal with it.
(Flash to white. End of flashback. Resume on ROGER JENNINGS.)
Sgt. O'Riley: (o.s.) What started the beef with the victims?
Roger: I don't know. Tempers, I guess.
(Quick flashback to KENNY RAMIREZ pumping gas. From across the way, BENJAMIN JENNINGS gets out of his car and approaches KENNY RAMIREZ, yelling.)
Benjamin Jennings: Hey! Hey, man! I was here first. You want to wait your turn?
Kenny Ramirez: What are you going to do, huh?
(KENNY RAMIREZ pushes BENJAMIN JENNINGS who falls back against his car. He reaches into the waistband of his jeans and pulls out a p*stol and fires three sh*ts at KENNY RAMIREZ.)
(Flash to white. Resume to present. Camera on ROGER JENNINGS.)
Roger: Bystander gets a little too nosy ... (he shrugs)
(Quick flashback to OLIVER DUNNE getting out of his car and witnessing the m*rder with a shocked look on his face. BENJAMIN JENNINGS turns to look at OLIVER DUNNE. He then sh**t him, too. End of flashback. Resume to present. Camera on ROGER JENNINGS.)
Roger: ... and he gets it, too.
(GRISSOM nods at the story.)
Grissom: The perpetrator's hands left flour on the victim's face. This is not from a g*nsh*t. This was something a little more intimate.
(Quick flashback to ROGER JENNINGS approaching the wounded OLIVER DUNNE, ripping the man's tie from off his shirt, twisting it around his hands, and wrapping it around OLIVER DUNNE'S neck. OLIVER DUNNE expels his final breath. End of Flashback. Resume to GRISSOM.)
Grissom: When a person changes his mode of m*rder from p*stol to ligature it's for one of two reasons - entertainment ... or necessity. Which was it for you?
Roger: Neither. I told you, Ben strangled that guy.
Grissom: The flour said you did.
Roger: I don't know what you're talking about.
(ROGER JENNINGS turns back to his pizza dough. Camera holds on ROGER JENNINGS look.)
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[EXT. ROGER JENNINGS' TRAILER -- NIGHT]
(SARA and NICK walk across the way toward ROGER JENNINGS' trailer.)
Sara: Anything on the list besides the tie?
Nick: Nope.
(They approach the two officers standing outside.)
Sara: Hey, guys.
Nick: Hey, guys. You can go ahead and take off. I think we got it.
Officers: Thanks.
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[INT. ROGER JENNINGS' TRAILER - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(SARA opens the trailer door and enters. NICK is right behind her.)
Sara: Whoa.
(SARA looks around and finds some dry cleaning.)
Sara: Hey. Dry cleaning. The trailer's low-rent. Dry cleaning's expensive.
(SARA checks out the clothes. They find a spot of blood.)
Nick: Sara?
Sara: This man's not as smart as he thinks. Dry cleaning bakes in blood stains.
Nick: Could be red sauce.
Sara: Oh, now you're cautious.
Nick: I'm just trying to put our mistake to good use.
Sara: Okay. You check the perimeter and I'll see if we have blood stains or red sauce.
Nick: Okay.
(NICK leaves the trailer to check outside. SARA puts the dry cleaning down to get her stuff from her kit.)
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[EXT. ROGER JENNINGS' TRAILER- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(NICK walks out of the trailer and looks around. Doing a visual sweep of the place, he finds a canister of b*rned rubbish. NICK walks to the can to check it out. He grabs the thick wooden stick in the can and begins poking through the ash and burnt materials.)
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[INT. ROGER JENNINGS' TRAILER - CONTINUOUS]
(SARA opens her kit. She uses a scissors and cuts out a small triangular-shaped sample of the questionable area. She takes that sample and puts it in a test tube.)
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(Meanwhile, NICK uses the stick to swish through the ash and rubbish. He finds something.)
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(SARA conducts her test.)
Sara: Hemoglobin. (louder) Take a look at this.
(SARA doesn't get a response from NICK. She puts the cap on the test tube and puts it aside to go find NICK. She grabs her flashlight and stands.)
Sara: Nick?
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(SARA exits the trailer just as NICK lifts out his find from the trash.)
Sara: Hey, Nick.
(SARA approaches NICK and sees what he sees. It's the missing m*rder w*apon.)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT -- JAIL]
(The jail doors open. An officer leads ROGER JENNINGS into the area. He's followed by SGT. O'RILEY and GRISSOM. BENJAMIN JENNINGS watches as his brother walks by. ROGER JENNINGS looks up at BEN. Their eyes meet as they two brothers pass each other. Camera holds on BEN.)
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[INT. CSI -- BALLISTICS LAB]
(A g*nsh*t is heard. A b*llet breaks the surface of the water. A second g*nsh*t is fired. The third sh*t is stuck.)
(GRISSOM is conducting the ballistics test on the g*n. He manages to get a sample before the g*n jams. Through the wire cage, NICK watches.)
Nick: Looks like it jammed, huh? Get anything instructive?
Grissom: (fiddling with the g*n) Possibly.
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[INT. CSI -- LAB]
Greg: Blood from Jennings's denim shirt.
(GREG pulls the results sheet off the printer and hands it to SARA.)
Sara: Is the printer out of ink? (reading) "ND, ND, ND."
Greg: It means "None Detected." The dry cleaning baked in the blood and it also degraded it to a degree that I just can't get a result.
Sara: (insistent) Try again. This could be victim blood. Try again.
Greg: I have tried. It's chemically impossible, Sara. Nothing from nothing is nothing.
(GREG hands SARA the test results. SARA leaves.)
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[INT. CSI - LAB]
(Under a microscope, two different b*ll*ts are being compared side-by-side. It's obvious that they don't match.)
Bobby Dawson: The striaions are different. See?
(BOBBY DAWSON stands and moves away from the scope, allowing GRISSOM to compare the b*ll*ts himself. NICK is also in the room, standing on the side, listening to the results of the comparison.)
Bobby Dawson: There's no way I can say that the b*ll*ts taken from the victims were fired by Jennings's g*n.
Grissom: So, he altered the barrel somehow.
(SARA walks into the room just in time to hear the final conclusion.)
Bobby Dawson: Yeah. Changed how the b*llet relates to the barrel so when the b*llet emerges, its fine stria are altered.
(CGI POV of the b*llet emerging from the barrel of the g*n and rubbing the sides of the barrel on its way out. End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
Nick: Any idea what he used?
(Flash to white. CGI POV of ROGER JENNINGS using a tool and rubbing the tool in the g*n barrel. Cut to close up of the tool from the inside of the g*n. End CGI POV. Resume on BOBBY DAWSON.)
Bobby Dawson: Whatever it was ... did the job.
Sara: My evidence is no better. Total loss.
Nick: We present this to the D.A.
Grissom: Unfortunately, we've had this discussion before.
Nick: The guilty brother's going to walk.
(GRISSOM leaves the room.)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - JAIL HOLDING CELLS]
(The bars slide open and ROGER JENNINGS is allowed out of the holding cell. He is accompanied by an officer.)
(A property bag is given to ROGER JENNINGS. He takes out his chain and puts it around his neck. BENJAMIN JENNINGS watches in the background, bewildered at the turn of events. ROGER JENNINGS glances over at BENJAMIN, he grabs his things and leaves. On his way out the door, he passes GRISSOM.)
Roger Jennings: He's never been in any real trouble before. They'll go easy on him.
(ROGER JENNINGS walks out the door.)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]
(GRISSOM follows ROGER JENNINGS out the doorway and into the hallway. He leans against the doorway.)
Grissom: The b*llet jammed in the feed, didn't it?
(Quick Flashback to ROGER JENNINGS pointing and f*ring the g*n at the victim. Cut to a close up of the p*stol jamming. Cut to ROGER JENNINGS using the tie to suffocate OLIVER DUNNE. Flash to white. Resume on GRISSOM.)
Grissom: So, it was necessity.
(ROGER JENNINGS doesn't say anything. He smiles and then he walks away. Camera holds on GRISSOM'S grim look.)
FADE TO BLACK.
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) -- NIGHT]
[INT. MEDITERRANEAN HOTEL ROOM]
Tina Kolas: Wait, are you saying Shelley didn't die in the sauna?
Warrick: She d*ed of heat stroke.
Catherine: But the stroke covered up an underlying medical catastrophe.
Tina Kolas: Like what? Shell was always healthy.
Catherine: She went into anaphylactic shock. Coroner says some of the indicators are the same as a stroke: renal failure, cerebral edema.
Warrick: We missed it until Captain Brass brought your room service records to our attention.
Tina Kolas: I don't understand.
Brass: Well, maybe this will help -
(BRASS opens a file he's holding. The paper inside contains the following information: )
[EMERGENCY CONTACT: MR. DANVERS (812) 555 ... RELATIONSHIP: FATHER MEDICATIONS: NONE ALLERGIES TO PRESCRIPTION dr*gs: ALLERGIC REACTIONS TO FOOD: SHELLFISH, ... OTHER ALLERGIES: NONE EMERGENCY INFORMATION FOR: T. KOLAS ]
Brass: The travel agency contract you and Shelley signed. Under "allergic reactions to foods" for Shelley Danvers -- shellfish.
Warrick: As her best friend, you would know that.
Brass: And then we have this from the hotel computer for your room 7:01 P.M., On the day: "A Taste From the Sea a lovely tureen of mild bisque with pureed bits of Maine lobster."
Pureed, two bowls. She didn't know what she was eating when it arrived, did she?
Catherine: Because she didn't order it; you did.
Catherine: We've got a machine known as the ESDA machine which can read pen imprints.
(CGI POV to the ESDA machine gliding over the paper. Flash to white. Brush dusting the paper. Close up of the paper reveals the following information: )
"ROOM SERVICE EXT 219"
(Resume to present. Catherine holds the notepad paper out and shows the following to TINA KOLAS.)
"JEREMY DRINKS 10"
Catherine: Well, the machine isolated this. "Jeremy, drinks, 10:00." Shelley made that date. That's her handwriting. Were you in the room when Jeremy call?
Tina Kolas: I answered the phone. He asked for her.
Warrick: You k*lled her over a guy you two met at a bar?
Tina Kolas: I didn't mean to k*ll her. I thought that she would just have an allergic reaction and she wouldn't be able to make her date that night, you know ... like, get hives or something.
Catherine: Well, her allergy kicked in in the sauna under the worst possible conditions --
(White flashback to SHELLEY DANVERS in the sauna gasping for breath. End of flashback. Resume on WARRICK.)
Catherine: (V.O.) ... trachea... larynx ... tongue swelled.
Warrick: Her pressure got so low her blood quit running through her organs. They shut down.
(TINA KOLAS slowly sits on the bed, overcome with grief at what she has done.)
Tina Kolas: I didn't even like the guy. I just ... I didn't want to be left out.
Brass: Miss Kolas, you're under arrest.
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[INT. CSI - GRISSOM'S OFFICE]
Sara: Hey. D.A.'S looking for you.
Grissom: About?
(SARA hands GRISSOM a note.)
Sara: What, you think I read your messages?
Paula Francis: (in background on tv) Wall street Analysts, though, say stocks ... Good investments for the long term.
Sara: "Top Secret" and "Urgent"? It's a gift, reading upside down.
(Both are distracted by the television news.)
Paula Francis (TV Anchorwoman): The Las Vegas District Attorney is reportedly preparing to file homicide charges against Benjamin Corey Jennings in the so-called Burial Murders Case. Jennings has been in police custody for the last ...
Sara: Guess we know what she was calling about.
Paula Francis: ...Since he was caught burying the first victim, Oliver Dunne in the national forest.
(GRISSOM puts down his food and leaves the room.)
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[INT. DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE -- DAY]
Robin Childs (district attorney): Don't you have enough cases over at CSI now you're going to start telling me which ones I should take to court?
Grissom: There isn't one piece of evidence that says that kid was even present at the murders.
Robin Childs: As a matter of fact that is why I was hunting you. Jennings brought it in about an hour ago. Chain of custody; I can't touch it. The first victim was ligatured, right?
(ROBIN CHILDS pushes an envelope on her desk toward GRISSOM. GRISSOM opens the envelope and pulls out the missing tie used to strangle OLIVER DUNNE.)
Robin Childs: Jennings says his little brother asked him to hide the tie.
Grissom: Well, how convenient. The older brother brings it in explaining why his epithelials are all over the m*rder w*apon.
Robin Childs: A jury doesn't understand epi-whatevers, okay? They understand a twisty tie and blood all over Ben's car seat.
Grissom: He set up his brother.
Robin Childs: Oh, come on, Grissom, they're both part of it and if I can get one of them, I will.
Grissom: He's a good kid, Robin. He hero-worships his brother, but he's a good kid.
Robin Childs: Yeah? Then his epithelials shouldn't be on that tie. You'd better check with your lab.
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERROGATION ROOM]
(A photograph of the injuries on OLIVER DUNNE'S neck hits the table.)
Grissom: Explain how bits of your skin got on the ligature used to strangle that victim.
Benjamin Jennings: I don't know.
(A second photograph of the tie hits the table. BENJAMIN JENNINGS picks it up.)
Grissom: Your brother brought this in to the district attorney.
Benjamin Jennings: What?
Sgt. O'Riley: He's framing you.
Grissom: Unless you can tell us how your epithelials got on that tie.
Benjamin Jennings: I don't know. I swear I don't know. I ... he ... I just picked up the bodies at his place.
(Quick flashback to BENJAMIN and ROGER standing by the car. ROGER slams the back door closed after putting the bodies in.
Roger Jennings: Grab that guy's tie, little bro. I like that thing. (BENJAMIN JENNINGS removes OLIVER DUNNE'S tie from his body. He hands it to ROGER JENNINGS.) Bury them deep, all right? You get into any trouble you don't have to say anything, all right? I'm counting on you, man.
Benjamin Jennings: Yeah, yeah, man, I'm there all the way.
Roger Jennings: Go, get out of here. Go on.
(End of flashback. Resume on SGT. O'RILEY.)
Sgt. O'Riley: I got to ask you ... how does somebody bury two bodies as a favor?
Benjamin Jennings: 'Cause he's my brother. (panicking) He told ... He told me that if I didn't talk to you guys and if he didn't talk, then this would all just blow over; it'd all just go away.
Sgt. O'Riley: You're looking at two counts of m*rder, special circumstances. The best you can hope for is life without parole.
(BENJAMIN JENNINGS starts to cry.)
Benjamin Jennings: I don't ... I don't think I can do that kind of time.
Grissom: Do you have any physical evidence linking your brother to the murders? Anything?
(BENJAMIN shakes his head ... no.)
(Camera holds on GRISSOM.)
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(Quick pulses of a series of legal forms with court proceeding sounds in the background. Sounds of a judge speaking ... a gavel pounding ... and words such as "guity" and "life" are heard as the forms flash one by one in front of us.)
LEGAL FORM 1
SUPERIOR COURT CLARK COUNTY IN THE STATE OF NEVADA
People of the State of Nevada, Plaintiff, vs. Benjamin Corey Jennings, Defendant
FLASH TO WHITE.
LEGAL FORM 2
JUSTICE COURT, GOODSPRINGS TOWNSHIP Clark County, Nevada
(left side)
The State of Nevada, Plaintiff vs. Benjamin C. Jennings, Defendant
(right side)
CASE NO. 102501-736
DEPT. NO. F DOCKET 01-93789
FLASH TO WHITE.
LEGAL FORM 3
JUSTICE COURT CLARK COUNTY, NEVADA
(left side)
NEVADA, Plaintiff JENNINGS, defendant
(right side)
CASE NO. 102501-736
DEPT. NO. F DOCKET 01-93789
NOTICE OF INTENT TO SEEK DEATH PENALTY
" ...OW, the State of Nevada, through ROBIN CHILDS
...ant to the provisions of Supreme Court Rule
... llowing Notice of Intent to Seek the Death
... part as follows:
FLASH TO WHITE.
Close up of "SEEK DEATH PENALTY" in LEGAL FORM 3
FLASH TO WHITE.
LEGAL FORM 4
"... declaration subject to the penalty of perjury."
"REQUEST FOR BAIL: DENIED (box being checked)"
"AMOUNT OF BAIL ... "
FLASH TO WHITE.
LEGAL FORM 5:
... CASE ARE ...
... committed by a person with
... convicted of another felony."
...risk of death to more than one portion "by ...
...ld normally be hazardous to the lives of more than one ...
Respectfully submitted, Robin Childs District Attorney Nevada Bar #00149330
(The form being signed.)
(As the file is being closed, the following can be seen: )
LEGAL FORM 6:
"... found that presumption ...
... of deaf-muted as a class violated the ...
... rights of petitioners in that case, so, too, ...
... court should have found that presumptions ...
... abilities of quadriplegics as a class ...
... petitioner's equal protection rights. ...
... rt's presumptions about the limitations. ...
... petitioner's handicap, ...
(single spaced quote)...for the boys himself ...
... and teach them ...
... it's not ...
LEGAL FORM 7:
SUPERIOR COURT
... COURT IN THE STATE OF NEVADA
DOCKET NO. S 809 20942
(The file is stamped with a circular file mark on document. SUPERIOR COURT * CLARK COUNTY, NEVADA * FILED.)
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[INT. FATHER POWELL'S CHURCH -- DAY]
(GRISSOM walks into the church. FATHER POWELL is near the front of the church speaking with someone. GRISSOM'S entrance is brought to FATHER POWELL'S attention and approaches him. GRISSOM sits down on the pew.)
Grissom: I know that we've arrested the wrong brother.
(FATHER POWELL sits on the pew in front of GRISSOM.)
Grissom: He came to see you as soon as Ben was in custody.
Father Powell: I tried to help ... without breaking my vows.
Grissom: (sighs) We both have jobs that begin after the crime.
Father Powell: After the "sin".
Grissom: Some people would call that a career in futility.
Father Powell: Some call it a "vocation".
Grissom: A hundred years ago we didn't have the technology for fingerprints. Fifteen years ago, we didn't have DNA. Hopefully one day, we'll have foolproof means by which to put the right man in jail in this case.
Father Powell: Someday, we won't need jails.
(GRISSOM looks at FATHER POWELL.)
Father Powell: I celebrate mass every Thursday night, 7:00.
Grissom: Thank you ... but ... (he shakes his head) ... no.
Father Powell: You don't believe?
Grissom: In religion? I believe in God, in science ... in Sunday supper. I don't believe in rules that tell me how I should live.
Father Powell: Even if they're handed down by God?
Grissom: How many crusades were fought in the name of God? How many people d*ed because of someone's religion?
Father Powell: Fanaticism. Not religion.
Grissom: Semantics. They're still dead. I'm sorry about Ben, father.
(GRISSOM stands up.)
Father Powell: You still suffer like a catholic.
(FATHER POWELL also stands up.)
Father Powell: Light bulb goes out other people fix it, get a new one. Light bulb goes out for the Catholic he stands in the dark says, "What did I do wrong?"
Grissom: That guilt's not in me anymore.
(GRISSOM leaves.)
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. CSI -- HALLWAY -- NIGHT]
Grissom: Hey.
Catherine: Oh. You're going to be getting a call from the local papers about spa safety.
Grissom: Spa safety?
Catherine: We had a victim die of an allergic reaction at the Mediterranean. Some foul play ... some negligence.
Grissom: So what am I supposed to say?
Catherine: That it was an isolated incident ... that in no way should it be a mark against The Strip's other fine hotel-casinos.
Grissom: CSI supports Las Vegas.
Catherine: Bottom line.
(CATHERINE leaves GRISSOM at the hallway counter. In the background, OFFICER rush to the jail holding cell area.)
Officers: Need some help in here!
Officers: Get his arm!
Officers: Hold his head!
(GRISSOM looks up and notices the commotion. GRISSOM runs to the cell.)
Officers: Hold his head!
Officers: I can't stop the bleeding.
(GRISSOM rushes to the cell. On the cell floor, BENJAMIN JENNINGS lies in a pool of blood. His breathing labored as he looks at GRISSOM.)
Grissom: Oh, no, no, no. How did this happen?!
Officer: Incisor. He used his teeth.
(GRISSOM tries to help, but gets pushed aside as the MEDICS arrive. The commotion builds to a frenzy as they all work to save BENJAMIN JENNINGS.)
Medic: Clamp down. MEDIC: Keep him with us.
Medic: (to GRISSOM) Get out of the way! Out of the way! MEDIC: (to GRISSOM) Sir, step back. Sir.
Medic: He's bleeding out. MEDIC: He's bleeding out here.
Medic: We need to stop this. Compression. MEDIC: Keep him with us. Get the head up. MEDIC: We're losing him, we're losing him ...
(With his final breath, BENJAMIN JENNINGS dies. All sound stops abruptly.)
Medic: I'm going to pronounce. 22:04.
(GRISSOM'S left standing there with blood on his hands.)
FADE TO BLACK.
End
02x06 - Alter Boys
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