04x14 - Paper or Plastic?

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[EXT. VARIOUS LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) -- NIGHT]

[EXT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - PARKING LOT -- NIGHT]

(A police car pulls up the parking lot and stops in front of the store.)

[INT. OFFICER CAR (PARKED) - NIGHT]

Officer Clay: What do you need to get?

Officer Fromansky: Actually, it's what you need to get, rook.

(OFFICER FROMANSKY hands OFFICER CLAY some bills.)

Officer Clay: Aw, come on, man. We're off duty.

Officer Fromansky: You're off when I say you're off.

(With the bills in his fingers, he motions toward the store. OFFICER CLAY grabs the bills. He opens the car door and gets out.)

Officer Fromansky: (through the open window) Don't forget the Ho-Hos.

(OFFICER CLAY waves the bills over his shoulder as he heads into the supermarket.)

[INT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]

(OFFICER CLAY walks into the supermarket. Stifling a yawn, he heads toward the aisle to get his things.)

(Cut to: He looks into the refrigerator racks, finds what he's looking for, opens the door and grabs the container of milk.)

(Cut to: OFFICER CLAY heads back to the checkout counter.)

Celeste Turner: I can help you over here, sir.

(He points to the light.)

Officer Clay: That's not what your light says.

(She reaches out and turns the light on.)

Officer Clay: Slow night?

Celeste Turner: Kind of.

(He puts the container of milk on the check out counter and turns to head back into the aisle.)

Officer Clay: Oh ... can't forget the Ho-Hos.

(He finds the Ho-Ho's and absently glances up at the mirrors in the ceiling. He sees a man in black carrying a g*n walking up the next aisle.)

(OFFICER CLAY unholsters his g*n.)

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[EXT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - PARKING LOT -- NIGHT - LATER]

(GRISSOM, CATHERINE and WARRICK carry their kits past the emergency vehicles in the parking lot and head into the supermarket.)

(They see bodies on gurneys being rolled into the EMT vehicles. They see a MR. REED desperately trying to get past the officers and into the store.)

Mr. Reed: Get out of my way! I've got to get in there! What the hell is wrong with you people? My wife is still in there! Why isn't anybody helping my wife?!

Officer: (b.g.) We're doing the best we can, sir. ...

Mr. Reed: Please!

Brass: Body count's five.

(GRISSOM looks around and sees OFFICER FROMANSKY sitting on the side, a blanket wrapped around his shoulder. OFFICER FROMANSKY watches GRISSOM head into the store.)

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[INT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]

(BRASS walks into the store followed by CATHERINE, WARRICK and GRISSOM. BRASS stops in front of the fallen officer and kneels down as he gives them the information.)

Brass: Officer Clay entered the store unaware of a robbery that was in progress. Officer Fromansky came in after he heard a sh*t fired. Engaged two suspects. Lit the place up.

(WARRICK looks down the aisle and sees additional dead bodies.)

Brass: The ski masks are John Does. The rest have wallet IDs.

(Cut to: GRISSOM holds up the camera and snaps photos of the scene.)

(CATHERINE snaps photos of JULIA REED.)

Brass: (V.O.) Woman at the back is Julia Reed, cocktail waitress at the Tangiers.

(WARRICK snaps photos of RUFUS SANDERS.)

Brass: (V.O.) Man on aisle four is Rufus Sanders, cab driver.

(He snaps more photos. When finished, he moves over to the open bag of cash on the aisle floor. He snaps a photo.)

Warrick: How you want us to handle this, Grissom?

Grissom: Same way you'd eat an elephant ... one bite at a time.

(GRISSOM looks around and notices some blood drops on the floor leading to under a table. He makes his way toward it. BRASS finishes up with an officer.)

Grissom: Hey, Jim ... did you know that Charles Manson is only 5'2"?

Brass: Yeah, little guys tend to overcompensate.

Grissom: Do you remember the, uh, story about ... how and where the marshals found old Charlie when they raided barker ranch?

Brass: (gets it) Yeah. I always, uh ...

(BRASS quietly unholsters his g*n.)

Brass: I always liked that story.

(He kneels down and aims under the table. GRISSOM moves the cloth aside to show a little boy, awake, huddled on his side, shivering and bleeding from a g*nsh*t wound.)

Grissom: (shouts) We need a medic!

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(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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FADE IN.

[EXT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - PARKING LOT]

(The medics wheel out the HENRY TURNER on a gurney. BRASS and GRISSOM interview OFFICER FROMANSKY.)

Brass: All right, tell me what happened.

Officer Fromansky: I was in my radio car when I heard sh*ts fired. I called for backup. I went in.

(Quick flashback to: OFFICER FROMANSKY cautiously enters the supermarket. OFFICER CLAY is already dead on the floor.)

Officer Fromansky: Clay, talk to me. Clay!

(g*n sh*ts are exchanged between OFFICER FROMANSKY and the ARMED SUSPECTS. They fire; he fires. A woman screams.)

(OFFICER FROMANSKY hits the ARMED SUSPECT.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Brass: How many sh*ts you fire?

Officer Fromansky: Three. No, four. I fired four.

Brass: Then what?

Officer Fromansky: I saw my partner on the floor. I went towards him.

(Quick flashback to: [FROMANSKY'S POV] OFFICER CLAY is on the floor, dead and bloody, his head in a small pool of blood.)

Officer Fromansky: (V.O.) Second gunman came at me.

(OFFICER FROMANSKY looks up and sees the SECOND GUNMAN. He fires multiple times. He gets hit in the shoulder. A woman screams.)

(OFFICER FROMANSKY gets back on his feet and continues f*ring until the GUNMAN goes down. The woman screams.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Brass: How many sh*ts you fire at the second gunman, total?

Officer Fromansky: (thinking) Maybe-maybe five. I'd taken a sh*t in my vest.

Grissom: Hard to count under those conditions. Are you sure?

Officer Fromansky: No, I'm not sure. That's why I said maybe ... ...but I know I sh*t four at the third guy. I was going to check on my partner. I caught movement in the back. Black coat, ski mask, g*n ... I put him down.

(Quick flashback to: A THIRD GUNMAN as a dark blur runs across the screen from left to right. OFFICER FROMANSKY kneels next to his partner, looks up, sees the figure and fires multiple sh*ts.)

(A woman screams. The GUNMAN falls to the floor.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Brass: He fire at you?

Officer Fromansky: Didn't give him a chance.

Brass: All right, that's all we need to know. I need your w*apon.

(BRASS holds out his hand and OFFICER FROMANSKY hands the g*n handle first to him. GRISSOM watches BRASS check the w*apon.)

Officer Fromansky: My partner ... I want to be the one to tell his wife. He was my responsibility.

Brass: All right.

(OFFICER FROMANSKY stands up to make the call. BRASS turns to GRISSOM.)

Brass: All right, look, if you're not going to say it, I will. Fromansky said he k*lled three, and there are two dead ski masks in there. Now, you cranked him up pretty good on that vigilante case last year. Is that going to be a problem?

Grissom: No.

(GRISSOM turns and walks away.)

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[INT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - BACK ROOM -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]

(CATHERINE and WARRICK speak with the other workers and witnesses at the back of the market.)

Catherine: Everybody, could I please have your attention? All right, folks, I know that you've been through an awful lot this evening. If you could just bear with me a little longer, I need to talk with every one of you one at a time, so I promise to get you out of here as quickly as possible. (quietly to the officer) Is the, uh, guy in black the cocktail waitress' husband?

Officer Metcalf: Yeah. Do you want him first?

(She looks at him, his head in his hands.)

Willows: I don't think he's ready for me just yet. I'm going to get to him soon enough.

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[INT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET - FRONT OF STORE -- DAY]

(SARA walks into find WARRICK processing OFFICER CLAY.)

(He puts down evidence marker #55 and #56 near the casing. GRISSOM appears next to SARA.)

Grissom: What happened to your as*ault in Henderson?

Sara: I closed it. Where do you need me?

Grissom: There's two more bodies over by the beer.

Sara: You got it.

(SARA heads for the back.)

Warrick: Barely cleared the holster.

Grissom: Reflex, maybe. Pulled the trigger before he had a target.

(Quick flashback to: OFFICER CLAY pulling out his g*n and f*ring before clearing the holster. End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Warrick: Not quick enough.

(WARRICK looks around at the blood spatter on the SUZY Q boxes. He puts down evidence marker #57 next to OFFICER CLAY'S head.)

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[BACK ROOM]

(CATHERINE interviews the BAGBOY.)

Bagboy: Those two guys came out of nowhere ... made everybody go to the corner.

Catherine: Where, specifically?

Bagboy: Uh ... dry goods. Then one guy grabs Celeste ...

(Quick flashback to: CELESTE TURNER behind the check out counter.)

(Cut to: Through the reflection of the ceiling mirror, the GUNMAN pushes CELESTE TURNER, forcing her to open the register.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Catherine: Which guy?

(He glances quickly behind him before answering.)

Bagboy: I was looking at his piece, not his face, okay?

Catherine: Shotgun or handgun?

Bagboy: Uh, shotgun. He drags her over to the registers, makes her open 'em up. She does. They're pulling out the cash, and then he sees the cops roll up. Second guy says, "everybody, get down and don't say a freaking word," so that's what I did.

(He glances behind him.)

Catherine: And then ...

Bagboy: ... And then?

(Quick flashback to: Everyone is huddled in the aisles, the GUNMAN as the g*n on them. He looks up and runs over.)

(There's g*nf*re everywhere.)

Bagboy: (V.O.) ... ankles and flashes and booms.

(The BAGBOY has his head tucked under his arms.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Bagboy: That's all I remember.

Catherine: And you never moved from that spot?

Bagboy: (glances behind him) No, I didn't.

Catherine: Do you have somewhere you need to be?

(He looks at CATHERINE and pauses, embarrassed.)

Bagboy: I got to change my pants.

(She glances down.)

Catherine: Sorry.

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[MAIN MARKET]

(GRISSOM processes the scene around the dead GUNMAN. He caps the swab tip, looks at the gunman, then pulls the ski mask down below his chin to look at his face.)

(Cut to: SARA processes the scene around the SECOND GUNMAN.)

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[SECURITY BOOTH]

(NICK gathers the security tapes from the machines.)

Manager: Well, you know, we're not the most modern store around.

Nick: How long is the surveillance loop?

Manager: About 24 hours.

(NICK finds some tapes missing.)

Nick: What, uh ... what happened to these tapes here?

Manager: Nothing.

Nick: These are active cameras, right?

Manager: Those VCRs are busted. Never got 'em fixed. You know, cutbacks. Over the register and outside works. That's all we really need. Gotta keep an eye on the employees, right?

Nick: Right.

Manager: They steal worse than the customers.

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[SLOT MACHINES]

(WARRICK checks the win at the machine.)

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[SARA]

(SARA picks up something from the pool of blood. She bags it.)

Warrick: You know, this guy hit a $75 jackpot. Probably shoving quarters in his pockets when this whole thing went down.

Sara: The door was twenty feet away. He probably could've made a run for it.

Warrick: You know, after the MGM grand fire, they found people fused to slot machines. Never even made it out of their seats. This guy probably thought it was his lucky day. I'm sure he wasn't going to leave without his money.

(Camera holds on the quarters in the blood.)

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[BACK OF STORE]

(CATHERINE interviews an older check out woman.)

Woman Cashier: We all just started running when those two psychos started sh**ting it out with the cop...

(Quick flashback to: When the gunman turns to exchange b*ll*ts with the officer, the group of hostages start running. RUFUS SANDERS gets sh*t.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Woman Cashier: I took a first aid course about a hundred years ago,
(Quick flashback to: The WOMAN rushes over to help him.)

Woman Cashier: (V.O.) ... so I-I-I tried to keep pressure on the wound, but it just kept bleeding, you know?

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Woman Cashier: I couldn't leave Rufus all alone, scared, dying.

Catherine: You were friends?

Woman Cashier: Mmm, sort of. He-he'd come in a couple of times a week and play the quarter slots.

Catherine: From where you and Rufus were, could you see Officer Fromansky?

Woman Cashier: Oh, the cop who saved us? (shakes head) No. I couldn't see anything. I just heard all that g*nf*re just blasting away.

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[WARRICK]

(WARRICK looks around and finds a container of drain cleaner, spilled and empty from the b*llet holes.)

(Quick flash of the b*llet hitting the drain cleaner. Resume to present.)

(He clips it over and reads that the main ingredient is Sodium Hydroxide. He puts the empty container back down on the ground.)

(He turns and looks at the b*llet holes in the glass.)

(He turns and joins DAVID PHILLIPS who is attending JULIA REED.)

David Phillips: Hey.

Warrick: Hey.

David Phillips: Entry wound's on the left side.

Warrick: There's no exit wound?

(DAVID checks her back and doesn't find it.

Warrick: Skin's thicker on the back. Captured the b*llet.

David Phillips: We'll retrieve it at autopsy.

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[BACK OF MARKET]

(CATHERINE interviews MR. REED, JULIA REED'S husband.)

Mr. Reed: I was, uh ... holding Julia's hand trying to find a place to hide ... somewhere safe. It was those stupid heels, you know. She was always forgetting to bring her flats to work.

(Quick flashback to: MR. REED pulls JULIA through the aisle. g*nshots fire and JULIA falls to the ground.)

Mr. Reed: Come on.

(He turns around and finds her dead. End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Mr. Reed: They didn't have to sh**t her. They were wearing masks. We didn't even get a good look at them.

Catherine: Mr. Reed, you can't look for reasons here.

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[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY]

(WARRICK watches as DR. ROBBINS extracts the b*llet from JULIA REED.)

Robbins: We'll have it out in a second. The trick is to apply even pressure all around.

(ROBBINS uses his fingers and pushes the b*llet out.)

Warrick: Is there something wrong with tweezers?

Robbins: They can mess up the striae. You've got enough to deal with without my toolmarks in the mix. Here we go.

(He holds up the b*llet.)

Robbins: Huh. Paper or plastic?

(In his other hand, he holds up a baggie and a bindle for WARRICK to choose.)

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[INT. CSI - MORGUE]

(GRISSOM walks in to find DAVID PHILLIPS with the other bodies.)

David Phillips: Officer Clay's already been processed. We wanted to get him to his family.

Grissom: Did you get prints off the two suspects?

David Phillips: Uh, yeah. They're right here.

(DAVID hands them to GRISSOM.)

David Phillips: And we also got b*ll*ts from both of them.

Grissom: Good. (GRISSOM notices the tattoos.) Prison tattoos. They weren't virgins.

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[INT. HOSPITAL -- HALLWAY]

(CATHERINE talks with the nurse at the desk.)

Catherine: Hi, I was wondering if I might be able to speak with Celeste Turner. She, uh, has a g*nsh*t wound. She was brought in from the grocery store robbery.

Nurse: Right. Curtain three. Just out of surgery. Stable. She's still pretty doped up, though. You're going to have to come back later. You going to need these?

(She hands the bag with the b*ll*ts to CATHERINE.)

Catherine: Yes. Thank you.

(She looks at the b*ll*ts.)

Catherine: What can you tell me about the little boy who was also brought in from the robbery incident?

Nurse: Minor injuries. He's fine. Mostly shock. He's with his mom. Hell of a night, huh? Take your kid to work, both end up sh*t.

Catherine: Wait a minute. So, the little boy's mother is Celeste Turner?

Nurse: Yeah.

[HALLWAY OUTSIDE ROOM]

(CATHERINE watches through the glass as mother and son share the same bed. They're both sleeping.)

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[INT. CSI - AUDIO/VISUAL LAB]

(CATHERINE watches the security video with NICK.)

Catherine: Bastard was behind her the whole time.

Nick: Yeah.

(He sighs.)

Nick: Okay, here's what I got so far ... there's our two DOA suspects. Looks like they just walked in off the street.

Catherine: Is there any sign of Fromansky's mystery gunner?

Nick: No. All the cars in the parking lot were accounted for, and the loading dock out back was deserted, so ...

(He hits more keys.)

Nick: ... this is the only view of what went down.

(On video: The GUNMAN pushes CELESTE TURNER back to her cash register.)

Nick: And see here? Here comes our cop.

(On video: OFFICER CLAY steps onto screen, puts the milk container on the check out counter, turns around and walks off frame.)

Nick: Three, four feet away, doesn't even see him. The thing I hate the most is the bad guys always know if there's going to be a gunfight.

(On video: The GUNMAN steps out from around CELEST TURNER to point his g*n at OFFICER CLAY.)

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[INT. CSI -- HALLWAY]

(WARRICK, SARA and GRISSOM walk through the hallway.)

Warrick: Officer Clay's one sh*t went into the floor. The b*llet fragmented. That's probably how that kid got hit. But Officer Fromansky's beretta and that suspect's tec-9, they both had hollow .9 millimeters. Between the two of them, they sh*t off 18 rounds.

Sara: Shotgun was a mossberg, model 500. Eight rounds fired. a*mo was double-aught buckshot, nine pellets per shell.

Grissom: 18 b*ll*ts, a total of 26 shells, 72 pellets. Enjoy.

(GRISSOM turns and heads into the office. SARA and WARRICK sigh.)

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[INT. CSI - BALLISTICS LAB]

(BOBBY DAWSON test fires a w*apon.)

Bobby Dawson: f*ring two sh*ts!

(Cut to: BOBBY compares the b*ll*ts.)

(Cut to: SARA weighs the b*llet.)

(Cut to: SARA swabs the b*llet.)

(Cut to: SARA puts a sample under the scope.)

(Cut to: WARRICK works on a computer reinactment of the b*ll*ts fired and positions of the people in the market.)

(Dissolve to: A close up of the crime scene photo of OFFICER CLAY.)

(Cut to: The computer lines up the b*ll*ts and sh*ts fired.)

(Dissolve to: A close up of the crime scene photo of the dead GUNMAN.)

(Dissolve back to the computer screen showing the sh*ts fired from the GUNMAN to RUFUS SANDERS.)

(Dissolve to: A close up of the crime scene photo of the dead RUFUS SANDERS.)

(Dissolve back to the computer screen showing the sh*ts fired from OFFICER FROMANSKY to JULIA REED.)

(Dissolve to: A close up of the crime scene photo of JULIA REED.)

(WARRICK looks at the monitor.)

(BOBBY DAWSON walks into the lab.)

Grissom: Warrick.

(He hands WARRICK the rest results. WARRICK looks at it.)

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[INT. CSI -- HALLWAY]

(WARRICK finds GRISSOM reading a book and walking in the hallway.)

Warrick: Grissom, we got a problem.

Grissom: Only one?

Warrick: We've identified all the b*ll*ts recovered at the scene. There's no evidence of a third gunmen. It gets worse. The b*llet that k*lled the cocktail waitress -- it came from Fromansky's g*n.

(They walk out of camera frame.)

FADE OUT.

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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FADE IN.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

(BRASS and GRISSOM interview OFFICER FROMANSKY.)

Brass: How you feeling, Officer?

Officer Fromansky: Little sore.

Brass: Desk duty hurts a lot more. Is there anything you want to add to your statement?

Officer Fromansky: What's he saying I did this time?

Brass: A b*llet from your g*n k*lled a cocktail waitress.

Officer Fromansky: A ricochet.

Grissom: No. A clean sh*t.

Officer Fromansky: Not possible.

Brass: No one at the scene saw a third gunman.

Officer Fromansky: I would never sh**t at a civilian. I saw a guy wearing a ski mask, dark coat, holding a g*n.

Grissom: The girl was wearing a black sweater, carrying a purse.

Officer Fromansky: I didn't sh**t at that.

Brass: You'd just took a full load in the chest. Maybe you were confused.

Officer Fromansky: (shakes his head) Wasn't confused.

Grissom: Your statement says that you fired four sh*ts at this third gunman.

Officer Fromansky: Yeah.

Grissom: Ballistics evidence shows that you spread five sh*ts over the back wall.

Officer Fromansky: So I fired more than I thought. So what. I was engaged with multiple hostile targets.

Brass: You're not back in the Gulf. You're a police officer. You're supposed to identify a target.

Officer Fromansky: (to BRASS) And that's what I did. (to GRISSOM) What are you, pissed off because the last time you tried to jam me up didn't work?

Brass: Hey, ease up.

Officer Fromansky: What I said in my statement is the truth.

Grissom: The truth is, we have a dead civilian with your b*llet in her.

(OFFICER FROMANSKY stops and looks at BRASS.)

Officer Fromansky: This going to the next step?

Brass: It has to. You're on administrative leave pending an IAB review.

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[INT. HOSPITAL ROOM]

(CATHERINE interviews CELESTE TURNER.)

Celeste Turner: There was no way I could warn that cop. I wanted to ...

(Quick flashback to: [VIDEO VIEW] The GUNMAN stands behind CELESTE at the register.)

Celeste Turner: (V.O.) ... but the guy was right there,
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Celeste Turner: under the counter ... pushing his g*n right in my stomach. I'm sorry.

Catherine: You're not the one that pulled the trigger. Ms. Turner, what was your son doing there with you?

Celeste Turner: Well, my ex was looking after him that night. Then the son of a bitch shows up at the store. Had a party to go to. Practically shoved Henry out of the car. I mean ... I'm not allowed to bring kids to work. So I snuck Henry into the office, and I told him to stay there.

Catherine: Then?

Celeste Turner: Then those two maniacs came in. They sh*t that poor policeman. And then everything just went crazy.

(Quick flashback to: CELESTE runs to the office.)

Celeste Turner: (V.O.) I was running, and I ran to go find Henry ...

Celeste Turner: Henry!

(She turns around and runs out of the office. The GUNMAN sh**t her.)

Celeste Turner: (V.O.) ... but I couldn't find him anywhere.

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Celeste Turner: That's all I remember.

(CATHERINE looks at HENRY and sees him asleep, a candy bar clutched in his hand.)

Catherine: Henry likes his candy, doesn't he?

Celeste Turner: He's got five cavities to prove it. How'd you know?

Catherine: Well, we found him in a storage cabinet, near the candy rack.

Celeste Turner: He never listens to me.

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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - DAY]

[INT. CSI -- LAB]

(A couple of techs count the cash as NICK instructs them.)

Nick: Double counts, two people in the room at all times. When you're done, match the total amounts with the register receipts, okay?

(CATHERINE walks into the room.)

Catherine: So, explain to me what all the money was doing in the registers and not the store safe.

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[INT. CSI - AUDIO/VISUAL LAB]

(NICK sh*ts CATHERINE a close up of the cash register on the monitor.)

Nick: See that light? It's called a halo. It's keyed to the sensor in the cash register. Now, at a preset amount, that light goes off, letting the store manager know it's time to transfer the cash to the safe. Now check this out ...

(On video: Most of the cash register lights flash.)

Catherine: Most of the halos are lit.

Nick: Maximum cash, just lying in the drawers.

Catherine: So, those guys did their homework. They picked the perfect time to hit.

Nick: Mm-hmm.

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[INT. CSI -- LAB]

(GRISSOM goes over the autopsy photos with ROBBINS. The photos are spread out on the table.)

Grissom: AFIS hits on our suspects, both just recently released from five-year sentences at Lompoc.

Robbins: California boys.

Grissom: Born and raised.

Robbins: Okay. Let's do this. Officer Clay was k*lled by a single close-range shotgun blast to the back of the head. Excessive penetration and laceration of the brain. Suspect Clyde Tremmel ...

Grissom: The tec-9 guy.

Robbins: Two distant-range, medium-caliber g*nsh*t wounds to the front of the chest, with penetration of the lung and heart.

(CATHERINE enters the room and quietly listens.)

Robbins: Suspect Jack Delver ...

Grissom: Shotgun guy.

Robbins: One distant-range, medium-caliber g*nsh*t wound to the forehead. The b*llet penetrated the brain and was recovered in the occipital lobe. Rufus Sanders, bystander ...

(As ROBBINS narrates, GRISSOM takes notes.)

Robbins: ... five scattered buckshot perforations on the outer thigh. One severed the femoral artery, resulting in massive hemorrhage. And Julia Reed, cocktail waitress. Single medium-caliber g*nsh*t wound to the left chest. The b*llet perforated the lung and thoracic aorta, then perforated the opposite lung. And that's it.

Grissom: Thanks, Doc.

(CATHERINE looks at the photo of JULIA REED.)

Robbins: Catherine, something bothering you?

Catherine: A little.

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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - WAITING ROOM -- DAY]

(CATHERINE re-questions MR. REED.)

Mr. Reed: Look, I came here to pick up my wife's body. I already gave you my statement.

Catherine: Well, we just need a few more details before we can release the body. I promise this won't be long.

Mr. Reed: What?

Catherine: Well, you said that your wife fell during the gunfight, that that's how you got separated.

Mr. Reed: Yeah.

Catherine: Do you recall exactly how she fell?

Mr. Reed: Well, what do you mean?

Catherine: How did she land? Did she land sideways, backwards ... ?

Mr. Reed: She fell forward, I think.

Catherine: She fell forward. So her hands broke the fall, landed on her knees?

Mr. Reed: Yeah.

Catherine: Well, there weren't any bruises or scrapes on her knees or elbows, which is leading me to believe that she didn't fall.

Mr. Reed: Well, what's-what's the difference? She's dead.

Catherine: Mr. Reed, there were a lot of b*ll*ts flying around that store and a lot of victims, and every detail is important, but they don't help if they're not accurate.

Mr. Reed: Well, when we started running ... she was right behind me.

(Quick flashback: MR. REED and JULIA REED run across the aisle as g*n sh*ts sound around them. MR. REED ducks behind a display and is separated from JULIA who stands out in the open against the refrigerator doors.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Mr. Reed: She froze up. Just stood there looking right at me ... scared out of her mind. I ... yelled at her to get down, to come over to me. Sh-she wouldn't move. I mean I'm ... I'm pretty sure I yelled.

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[INT. CSI -- LAB]

(GRISSOM and WARRICK work on the schematics of g*nf*re.)

Grissom: Highlight the sh*ts that k*lled the tec-9 sh**t.

(WARRICK puts it on screen.)

Grissom: Fromansky said that he fired three or four sh*ts at that target.

Warrick: He fired four. That accounts for those sh*ts.

(Quick flashback to: The g*nf*re and FROMANSKY f*ring back. End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Grissom: Okay, the guy with the shotgun was k*lled with... one b*llet.

Warrick: Well, those four sh*ts were definitely meant for him.

Grissom: But this sh*t is closer to the second gunman than it is to the cocktail waitress.

Warrick: Well, Fromansky was turning when he fired so his sh*ts were spread out.

(Quick flashback to: FROMANSKY and the GUNMAN fire at each other. FROMANSKY is hit. The GUNMAN is hit. RUFUS SANDERS is hit in the leg. End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Grissom: Okay.

Warrick: Which means Fromansky fired four sh*ts at a target at the back of the store.

Grissom: Just like he said he did.

Warrick: Yeah.

CUT TO:
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]

(In the observation room, GRISSOM and BRASS watch IAB interview OFFICER FROMANSKY.)

IAB Officer: At the walk-through you said that you saw a third suspect at the back of the store. Why did you make the decision to sh**t?

Officer Fromansky: I was in fear for my life.

IAB Officer: Did you see a w*apon?

Officer Fromansky: Yes.

IAB Officer: What kind?

Officer Fromansky: A semiautomatic p*stol.

IAB Officer: So you fired first.

Officer Fromansky: Yes.

IAB Officer: Four times.

Officer Fromansky: Yes.

IAB Officer: Can you explain the lack of evidence for a third suspect at the scene?

Officer Fromansky: That's not my job.

Brass: Right or wrong, there'll be guys on the job who'll think this was personal.

Grissom: They'd be wrong.

IAB Officer: Did you see Julia Reed in your line of fire?

Officer Fromansky: No.

IAB Officer: According to Supervising Criminalist Grissom's report, you had an unobstructed view of Ms. Reed, so how do you explain the fact that you didn't see her?

Officer Fromansky: I can't.

IAB Officer: You don't deny that a b*llet from your w*apon k*lled her?

Officer Fromansky: I'm not denying that.

IAB Officer: But you can't explain it?

Officer Fromansky: No.

IAB Officer: Look, your partner was dead. You'd been sh*t. You saw someone you thought was a suspect and you fired. Under those circumstances, any one of us could make a mistake. Did you?

(OFFICER FROMANSKY doesn't say anything.)

IAB Officer: Officer Fromansky, answer the question.

(He still doesn't say anything.)

(In the observation room, BRASS watches.)

Brass: He says yes, he's a bad cop. He says no, he's a liar.

Grissom: Maybe he really doesn't know what happened.

FADE OUT.

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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FADE IN.

[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - DAY]

[INT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET -- DAY]

(GRISSOM and WARRICK use dummies and laser lights to show the trajectories of the g*nf*re.)

Warrick: A little over. Perfect.

Grissom: Good.

Warrick: Let's say I'm Fromansky.

(WARRICK holds out his hands in front of him as if holding a g*n. He

Warrick: There's nothing between Fromansky and the cocktail waitress. I got a clean view and a clear sh*t.

(GRISSOM notices something in the refrigerator glass.)

Grissom: Hey, take a look at this. The cracks in the glass from sh*t 22 are terminated by the cracks from sh*t 23.

(Close up of the sh*ts and the glass cracking.)

Grissom: So, sh*t 23 had to occur before sh*t 22. Which means that Fromansky was f*ring from left to right, not right to left.

(Quick flashback to: FROMANSKY f*ring four sh*ts. Resume to present.)

Warrick: Four sh*ts on a level spread. He was sh**ting at a moving target.

Grissom: According to Catherine's witness, the cocktail waitress wasn't moving. She was a stationary target.

(Quick flashback to: JULIA REED standing in the middle of the aisle, panicking. Resume to present.)

Grissom: So, if he was sh**ting at a moving target, where was it moving to?

(He looks in the direction and finds the EXIT door.)

(Cut to: GRISSOM and WARRICK walk through the exit door and out to the back of the market.)

[EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY]

(WARRICK points to the camera.)

Warrick: We have the surveillance tape. Shows nothing going on here before, during or after the robbery.

Grissom: Well, just because it shows nothing doesn't mean it's seeing everything.

CUT TO:
[SECURITY OFFICE - DAY -- CONTINUOUS]

(On the monitor, WARRICK stands on the loading dock while looking up at the camera.)

Warrick: (to phone) You can see me now, right?

Grissom: Keep moving to your right.

Warrick: (to phone) All right.

Grissom: Keep going. Keep going.

Warrick: (to phone) I'm still in?

GRISSOM Right there. Now you're out.

(WARRICK looks around at the area outside the camera view. He notices the scrapings on the wall and sees a perfect line up the ramp.)

Grissom: Tell me what you see.

Warrick: A getaway.

(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT] The getaway car takes off. Resume to present.)

(WARRICK notices the skid marks on the ground.)

CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]

(WARRICK, CATHERINE and NICK walk through the hallway.)

Warrick: We found metal paint scrapings and skid marks. Both recent on that loading dock. These guys definitely had a wheelman.

Nick: Yeah, guy slips in after everything gets started. During the confusion, nobody sees him. Or no one that was alive to tell anyway.

Warrick: Except Fromansky.

Nick: Yeah.

Catherine: Well, the suspects knew there was a blind spot. It has to be an inside job.

Nick: Oh, no doubt. Matched the cash from the garbage bag to the register receipts-- $878 was missing.

Catherine: Somebody came out ahead. Inside guy?

Nick: Well, I'll run the employees. Maybe somebody's got a record.

CUT TO:
[INT. FBI - TRACE LAB]

(HODGES works on identifying the source of the paint chips. He identifies the color: AEGEAN BLUE.)

(Cut to: HODGES reports his findings to WARRICK.)

Hodges: Ran your paint chips through ppg and Dupont. Got a hit. Aegean Blue Honda Accord.

Warrick: Popular color.

Hodges: They carried it over for four years. Go figure. I'm a teal man myself. You?

(HODGES looks at WARRICK. WARRICK doesn't say anything.)

Hodges: Stupid question. Anyway, model years '84 to '87.

Warrick: I'll put out a broadcast. Thanks, Hodges.

Hodges: Sure.

(WARRICK leaves the lab.)

CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - GRISSOM'S OFFICE]

(GRISSOM works at his desk when OFFICER FROMANSKY walks in.)

Officer Fromansky: Before this goes any deeper, I want to hear it from you. Are you going to try to screw me on this?

(GRISSOM looks at the photos in his hand.)

Officer Fromansky: Well?

Grissom: I guess it depends on whether I get stuck in traffic on the way to your hearing.

(GRISSOM looks at OFFICER FROMANSKY. FROMANSKY turns and walks out of the office.)

CUT TO:
[EXT. SIDEWALK -- DAY]

(WARRICK and BRASS head for the getaway car parked on the side of the street.)

Brass: So, this car was reported stolen about, uh, oh, about three weeks ago. Why don't you take the front. I'll take the back.

(They open the doors and look inside. WARRICK notices something white staining the seats. He does a pH test.)

Warrick: Ph 13. Sodium hydroxide.

(Quick flashback to: [THE MARKET] g*nshots hit the drain cleaner stand. Resume to present.)

(WARRICK notices the busted starter. He photographs it. BRASS finds a cell phone.)

Brass: Got a cell phone. There's a lot of scung on it. Won't be too good for prints, but let me check the call history.

(Received Calls show:
1. 702-555-0176
2. 702-555-0176
3. 702-555-0176

Brass: Same number keeps popping up.

(BRASS pulls out his own phone and dials.)

Answering Machine: (recording on phone): Best bargain is temporarily closed. Please check back tomorrow.

Brass: Well, this is interesting. Before the robbery went down, somebody at the store was very eager to talk to our suspects. Same number.

Warrick: Yeah? Maybe he can tell us who.

(WARRICK holds up the print card.)

CUT TO:
[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - DAY]

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]

(BRASS interviews TODD HALLICKEY.)

Brass: Todd Hallickey.

Todd Hallickey: Look, I don't know why you guys brought me here, but you got no right tossing my apartment.

Brass: We matched your prints from a stolen car off the prints from a prior car theft, and bingo, we had a match. Got a warrant for your apartment.

Todd Hallickey: I don't boost cars no more.

Brass: (chuckles) Yeah, right.

Todd Hallickey: Oh, wait. No, I ... I was looking into getting some wheels a couple of weeks ago. I test-drove this old Honda Accord this guy was trying to unload.

Brass: An '86 Aegean Blue with matching velour interior?

Todd Hallickey: Yeah, that was it. Must be how my print got there. Well, didn't buy the car. Guy seemed kind of shady.

CUT TO:
[INT. CSI -- LAB]

(WARRICK takes out a sweater from an evidence box. He examines the sweater as we continue to hear BRASS' interview in voice over.)

Brass: (V.O.) You wouldn't happen to remember this shady guy's name, would you?

Todd Hallickey: (V.O.) Come on. No one keeps track of stuff like that.

Brass: (V.O.) Uh, right. You own any firearms, Mr. Hallickey?

Todd Hallickey: (V.O.) No, sir, I'm on parole. Besides, I don't believe in g*ns. They're dangerous.

[INTERVIEW -- CONTINUOUS]

(BRASS notices the red burn marks on TODD HALLICKEY'S knuckles.

Brass: You know, that's a nasty injury you got there, Todd. Looks kind of painful. How'd you get it?

Todd Hallickey: It's a rash.

Brass: Looks like a chemical burn to me. You know what sodium hydroxide is?

Todd Hallickey: Never heard of it.

(Cut back to: WARRICK examines the jacket and finds the hole in the sleeve.)

Brass: (V.O.) Let me tell you what it is. It's the active ingredient in drain cleaner. It opens up the pipes, dissolves flesh and fabrics.

[INTERVIEW - CONTINUOUS]

(WARRICK walks into the interview with the test results.)

Todd Hallickey: Look, you want to pin that car on me, you go ahead and try.

Warrick: I got this off the jacket from your apartment. What the hell is this?

Brown: It's a b*llet wipe. A test for lead.

(Quick CGI POV to: A b*llet is sh*t and it hits the jacket. End of CGI POV.)

Warrick: Congratulations. You passed.

(TODD HALLICKEY stares at WARRICK and swallows.)

FADE OUT.

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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FADE IN.

[INT. CSI - BREAK ROOM - LATE DAY]

(GRISSOM, WARRICK and CATHERINE meet to discuss the case.)

Warrick: Hallickey's got no connection to the grocery store. He was just the wheel man. Even, still, he's looking at four counts of felony m*rder. But he's not talking. He lawyered up.

Grissom: We got a b*llet hole in a jacket. That's not even enough to prove that he was in the store.

Catherine: What about the cash?

Warrick: It wasn't in his apartment. Maybe somebody else took it.

Catherine: Almost $900 in small bills? We'd have noticed pockets bulging with a wad like that.

Grissom: What about the calls from the grocery store to the suspect's cell? That could have been somebody giving the "go" signal.

Warrick: There's no way to tell who. The store runs off of an old PBX system, and every call that comes in goes back to the same number. Every employee was near a phone, so, it could have been anybody.

(NICK walks into the room and takes a seat.)

Nick: Hey, y'all. Ran the criminal records for the employees. Came up with a Raul Valdez. Freight loader.

(NICK hands GRISSOM a photo.)

Nick: He clocked in for work that night. Never clocked out.

Catherine: No one by that name interviewed at the scene?

Nick: Here's the kicker. A few years ago, he spent some time in prison. Lompoc. So, Brass is trying to find him now.

(GRISSOM hands the photo to CATHERINE.)

CUT TO:
[INT. BEST BARGAIN SUPERMARKET]

(CATHERINE walks through the aisles. She looks at the photo where the bag of money was found and heads for that spot in the aisle. She looks down at the ground.)

(Quick flash to the bag of money.)

(CATHERINE looks around. She puts her bag down and checks the aisles.)

(She finds a brown stain on the floor. She rubs her finger in it and smells it. She knows what it is.)

(Quick flash to: The interview with the BAGBOY.)

Bagboy: I got to change my pants.

(She looks down and notices the stain. End of flashback. Resume to present.)

(CATHERINE checks the shelves and finds a box of PUFFIOS stuffed with the missing money.)

CUT TO:
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM]

(CATHERINE re-interviews the BAGBOY.)

Catherine: You left something in the store besides a urine stain.

(She puts the photo of the box of PUFFIOS in front of him.)

Catherine: Just a little too tempting, huh? All that cash just sitting there right in front of your face ...

(Quick flashback to: With g*nf*re all around him, the BAGBOY has his head down. He looks up and notices the money in the shelves. He starts grabbing it.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Bagboy: Look, I go to that store to bag groceries, not to get my ass sh*t off. I figure I earned the money. Kind of like working overtime.

Catherine: Might as well get something for all your trouble, right? Considering the fact that your nice little robbery had gone straight to hell.

Bagboy: Whoa, wait a minute. You think ... ? No way.

Catherine: It was an inside job. You knew the registers were full. Those gunmen had help from an employee.

Bagboy: Not from me, they didn't. Look, you want to bust me for the money, go ahead, I took it. But I did not set the thing up.

(CATHERINE stares at him.)

CUT TO:
[INT. CSI -- LAB]

(GRISSOM looks through the scope. WARRICK walks in.)

Warrick: You know, Hodges already analyzed trace on the b*ll*ts.

Grissom: Yeah, I wanted to take a look myself.

Warrick: He'll take it personally.

Grissom: Good. The report says that the cocktail waitress was wearing a black wool sweater. Was she also wearing something polyester?

Warrick: No.

Grissom: Take a look at this.

(WARRICK looks through the scope.)

Warrick: Black fibers. Probably synthetic. Mixed in with the wool. If their gunman was wearing a black polyester jacket ...

Grissom: Fromansky claims that he was tunnel-visioned on the gunman. So, it's possible that he never even saw the cocktail waitress.

(Quick flashback to: THE GUNMAN runs across the aisle. FROMANSKY raises his g*n and fires at the moving target.)

(Camera zooms in and follows the b*llet as it travels straight for JULIA REED piercing through her clothes and flesh.)

(The GUNMAN continues to run; JULIA REED falls to the ground.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Warrick: You may have just saved Fromansky's ass.

CUT TO:
[INT. CSI -- HALLWAY]

(NICK catches up with CATHERINE in the hallway.)

Nick: Hey, Catherine, how'd it go with the bag boy?

Catherine: He admitted to swiping the cash, but he wouldn't cop to the robbery.

Nick: Then I have something you should see. I was going back through the surveillance tapes covering the loading dock, thinking I might find someone scouting a blind spot, you know? But instead, I found this. Two nights before the robbery.

(NICK shows CATHERINE what's on the video.)

(On video: The camera moves to the left.)

Nick: There. See that?

Catherine: One more time.

Nick: Yeah.

(On video: The camera shifts to the left.)

Nick: That camera's stationary, so ...

Catherine: Somebody moved the camera.

(NICK smiles.)

CUT TO:
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM]

(CATHERINE interviews CELESTE TURNER.)

Catherine: You used to part-time at the forum shops. We got your prints off your work card. It was the same print that we got off the loading dock surveillance camera.

(CATHERINE shows the photo to CELESTE TURNER.)

(Quick flash of CELESTE TURNER moving the security camera.)

(Cut to: The camera view.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

Brass: Raul Valdez, an ex-con -- your co-worker. You got him to give you the names of some guys to do the job.

Catherine: You give them the best time to hit the registers. You tell them where to park. It's a good plan. Until your Ex showed up and leaves you with your kid.

Brass: Then you panic, and you call your guys, try to call it off, but they won't listen.

Catherine: If that's what happened, that could go in your favor.

Brass: When we find Raul, he'll give you up in a heartbeat.

Celeste Turner: (swallows) I think I need to get a lawyer.

Brass: What you need is come clean and cooperate. And you better hope and pray the DA doesn't want to put a needle in your arm for k*lling five people, including a cop.

Celeste Turner: I have been working at that store for five years. Thirty-eight hours a week. Thirty-eight ... not forty. You know why? Because my manager won't give me enough hours to qualify for benefits. I have a kid ... with rotten teeth. I never meant for anybody to get hurt.

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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY -- NIGHT]

(OFFICER FROMANSKY receives an award at the police department. REPORTERS take photos of the presentation.)

Reporter: Officer Fromansky, if you could smile, please? REPORTER: Thank you; right over here.

(BRASS and GRISSOM walk past the gathering.)

Brass: Guy from the mayor's office. Fromansky's getting a commendation. What do you think?

Grissom: Two dead felons, two dead civilians a dead policeman ... I don't know what to think.

(They walk out of camera frame.)

FADE TO BLACK

End