15x12 - Dead Woods

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15x12 - Dead Woods

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(siren wailing, men arguing indistinctly)

Thought we were going back to your place.

Man: Babe, just relax, it's cool. I just got to pick up a little package.

(cell phone dings)

That's it.

It's her again. I'm so screwed.

Okay, just tell her you're with me.

Yeah, right.

Abby, she's not even your real mother.

You know what, just give me the phone. I have a few things that I want to say to her.

Cash and phones. Hand them over.

Okay, screw you, buddy.

I said, hand them over.

Oh, my God.

Okay, man, look, just chill, just relax.

Now!

Slade!

Stop!

Slade!

Slade!

(g*n fires)

(gasps)

Abby, come on!

Miss?

Can you hear me?

Miss?

Are you okay?

Can you tell me what happened?

Sara Sidle.

I need to talk to Sara Sidle.

What happened?

I don't know, she's not talking.

You want me to call her folks?

She's in foster care.

How do you know her?

Old case.

When Abby was five, her father sh*t the whole family, then turned the g*n on himself.

She was the only survivor.

God, that's horrible.

Hey.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

You're okay?

Mm-hmm.

So, what's going on here?

You're hanging around the alphabets, standing over the body of a dead guy.

He pulled a g*n on us.

"Us"? Slade?!

You were down here with Slade?!

Abby, I told you that kid is bad news.

Sara, please, I...

Did he sh**t this guy?

Listen to me.

I finally remember something.

From ten years ago.

My father didn't do it.

♪ CSI 15x12 ♪
Dead Woods
Original Air Date on December 28, 2014

♪ Who... are you?
♪ Who, who, who, who?
♪ Who... are you?
♪ Who, who, who, who?
♪ I really wanna know
♪ Who... are you?
♪ Oh-oh-oh
Who...
♪ Come on, tell me who are you, you, you ♪
♪ Are you!

Sidle: She's fine, we'll see you soon.

Uh-huh.

Okay, bye.

Joanna's on her way.

As soon as you give your statement, you can go home.

But we need to talk about my father.

I told you-- I think he's innocent.

Abby, you always told me that you didn't remember anything about what happened that night.

I didn't.

But after Slade sh*t that guy, I smelled something.

Uh, a chemical, kind of like kerosene but not.

I smelled the exact same thing the night my family was k*lled.

You mean, inside the tent?

When I smelled it, it's like I was right back there.

I'd just been sh*t.

My head was bleeding.

He picked me up.

That's when I smelled it.

When he was putting me into my sleeping bag.


Sidle: Your father?

Abby: No.

This man had a beard.

It wasn't my father.


I am telling you-- someone else was there that night.

He k*lled my family.

Tried to k*ll me.

My father didn't do it.

Okay, all right, listen, I...

I know you want to believe that your father is innocent, but the evidence...

I know what I saw.

Abby, you were five years old.

You'd been sh*t, you saw your mother and your sister k*lled.

That kind of trauma ... can play tricks on your mind.

I'm not making this up.

Abby, I...

I thought you of all people would believe me.

Joanna.

Oh.

Cream and sugar.

Thank you.

Abby's just, uh, giving her statement.

Uh, I'm really glad she reached out to you.

She's 15.

You're her mom.

It's a complicated relationship.

I don't think she really thinks of me as her mother.

Ever since we started the adoption process, she's been acting out.

Breaking curfew, skipping school...

She loves you and Brian.

She's been through so much, huh?

Sometimes I'm amazed that she's done as well as she has.

Well, I-I think that's because of you.

You two have a very special bond.

I'm so glad you're part of her life.

Thank you.

I am, too.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Slade!

What the hell is wrong with you, taking Abby to that part of town?

Yo, you see that?

I didn't see anything.

She is not your girlfriend anymore.

You come near her again, and my face is gonna be the last thing you will ever see.

Let's go.

Hey.

That the guy from the alley?

Uh-huh.

(sniffs)

Greg?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Tell me what you smell.

(sniffs)

Urine.

Booze.

And years without a shower.

Why?

I smell smoke.

Like he's been around a fire.

Yeah, well, he was probably trying to stay warm.

Why are you so interested in how he smells?

It's not me, it's Sara.

Uh, this guy was k*lled mugging a young girl.

She smelled something on him that reminded her of a crime scene from ten years ago.

Was the case unsolved?

Ruled a m*rder-su1c1de.

Youngest daughter survived.

Now she thinks her father might have been innocent.

He's pretty ripe.

It's gonna be hard to isolate one particular smell.

Sounds like a job for the Cyranose 320.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

Abby, I'm gonna take a sample of your DNA.

Doesn't hurt.

I'm just gonna put this swab against your cheek, like this.

Here we go.

Good job.

They're dead, aren't they?

I'm sorry.

Abby, did you see what happened?

Who hurt you and your family?

I don't remember.

That's okay.

What's the last thing that you do remember?

Mommy and Daddy.

They were fighting.

Then what happened?

I don't remember.

That's okay.

I want my mommy.

I know.

Of course you do.

It's okay.

Sanders: Sara?

Hey, Sara.


Got the, uh, results on your Cyranose 320.

Your mugger was a smelly guy.

Over 20 different scents on him.

Most of them were pretty common.

Alcohol, smoke, urine.

Abby said it was something that she hadn't smelled in ten years.

Like kerosene, or something.

Could've been g*n cleaner.

We found traces of that on him.

Huh.

I didn't smell any of that at the scene ten years ago.

Not on the g*n, not on the father.

Was there evidence of another g*n used?

No.

Firearms confirmed that every sh*t came from the father's g*n.

Well, someone could've brought the smell with him into the tent.

Stinky stuff.

I mean, it gets on your hands, your clothes...

So it's possible that someone who smelled like g*n cleaner went into the tent, used the father's g*n and wiped out the whole family.

Abby... could be right.

Maybe her father didn't do it.

I know that you're pretty tight with this girl.

I know you've stayed in touch through all these years.

She needed somebody to look after her.

We've worked a lot of cases where kids lost their parents.

Yeah... but one parent k*lling another, getting shipped off to foster care...

That's something I know a little bit about.

In all the years we've been friends, we've never really talked about what happened with your dad.

And I don't mean to pry, but...

You know what happened.

They had a volatile relationship.

And...

(phone buzzes)

It's Russell.

According to my case sheet, you have 12 open cases.

Is that right?

More or less. More or less.

So then why are you ordering evidence from long-term storage for a case that was closed ten years ago?

Uh, new evidence was brought to my attention and, uh, I wanted to give the case another look.

Well, then, you should've come to me first.

I-I just wanted to see if what I was told had any merit.

All right.

Where are you getting your new information?

Abby Fisher.

The girl that survived?

She smelled g*n cleaner and it brought back a memory of the night that her family was m*rder*d.

She thinks that there was someone else there.

Eyewitness accounts, especially years after the fact, are unreliable, and you know that.

There's more.

Uh, I looked at her dad's tox report and there was a substantial amount of alcohol found in his system, but there were other peaks on the GC that were never analyzed.

Doc ruled this a su1c1de.

So you know what you're asking?

By reopening this case, you're asking Doc to change the manner of death and I just don't see him doing that, not with what you've given me.

Russell, Abby has believed that her father was a m*rder*r her entire life.

If there's a chance that he wasn't, we owe it to her to find that out.

This girl lost her whole family.

She has no one to fight for her.

Please, let me just take a look at it.

All right, fine.

Take a look at it.

But wait, hold on.

Look, this is going to ruffle a lot of feathers.

Not just Doc; Ecklie, too.

So for my sake, you'd better be right.

I know.

Let me get this straight: Sara is accusing me of cutting corners on my examination of Mr. Fisher?

No, Doc.

In light of new information, Sara just wants to take a look at the case in a different context.

All right.

Mr. Fisher d*ed from a contact g*nsh*t wound to the right temple.

There was g*nsh*t residue on his right hand, his g*n was found beside him, and he had a blood tox level of .23.

Tell me, please, what is it about this that doesn't indicate su1c1de?

In the tox report, Sara found a peak from the GC that was never analyzed.

Got that tox report right here.

What peak are we talking about?

Russell: That one.

Robbins: That's minor.

It has the same retention time as ibuprofen.

That's why it wasn't analyzed.

Could be, but you can't be sure unless you do a Mass Spec, so please, Doc, just pull the blood for me.

Retest it.

Sure.

Robbins: Sorry.

You and Sara are out of luck.

Those samples were destroyed three years ago.

D.B., if you feel this strongly about it, the only choice is to exhume the body.

You're digging up my father?

Well, we need to do some additional testing.

Then what happens to him?

He'll be re-buried.

Like a second funeral?

Well, there won't be a service or anything.

He'll just be returned to his grave.

I didn't get to go to his funeral.

Or Mom's.

Or Hannah's.

You were still in the hospital.

Did you?

Go to your father's funeral?

No.

Why not?

I wasn't allowed.

Do you miss him?

Yeah.

I do.

Guy looks pretty good for being in the ground for ten years.

Miracle of embalming.

Mm-hmm.

So, are you gonna do a full autopsy?

It's not necessary.

Barry Fisher d*ed from a g*nsh*t wound to the head, and nothing is going to change that fact.

Well, something caused the peak on the GC.

If he was under the influence of some type of drug, then maybe his death wasn't a su1c1de.

If that's the case, I will change my ruling to "undetermined."

Well, good thing he was autopsied.

Kept the organs in a plastic bag.

I'm just glad the mortuary kept them in the bag after they embalmed him.

Organs weren't exposed to formaldehyde.

Best bet for identifying acute dose of a drug is the liver or the kidney.

Barry Fisher was drugged.

Tox found trichloroethanol in his liver sample.

A metabolite of chloral hydrate, right?

That's what the peak was.

It wasn't ibuprofen.

It was a knockout drug.

Doc changed the manner of death from "su1c1de" to "undetermined."

You were right.

Okay.

Where are we?

Well... chloral hydrate is not a recreational drug.

Fisher wouldn't have taken it voluntarily.

So somebody drugged him.

Doc didn't find any injection marks on Fisher's body, but there were remnants of paper cups in the fire pit.

The drug could've been put into his drink.

Why would somebody incapacitate the husband if they were already planning on sh**ting him?

Maybe to get the g*n?

I mean, if the plan was to m*rder the family and frame the father, the k*ller would have had to use his g*n.

Fisher would not have handed it over willingly.

Boy, somebody sure hated the Fishers.

k*ll the whole family?

Those two little girls?

I'll see if they had any enemies.

So... do I have the okay to... officially reopen the case?

You bet.

When Doc ruled it a su1c1de, I boxed up all of the evidence because there wasn't going to be a trial.

So... almost everything that I collected has never been processed.

All right.

Have the boxes sent to the garage.

Finn and Morgan will set up the tent and work the evidence.

You have a close personal relationship with Abby Fisher.

I need you to take a backseat.

Fair enough.

Finlay: Hey, Morgan.

You all set up?

Brody: Yep.

I used Sara's original crime scene photos as a guide.

Ah, those poor kids.

Had no idea that their fun camping trip would end like this.

Yeah.

I, uh, placed note cards reflecting the DNA results.

"M" is for Mom, "H" is for Hannah, "A" is for Abby.

All right.

And according to Sara's sketch, the two girls were inside their sleeping bags over here...

Hannah, Abby... and then over here, the mom.

Yeah, the nine-year-old, Hannah, had Mom's blood on her feet, so we know Mom was k*lled first, right over there.

This, here, is Hannah's blood trail.

Finlay: Hannah's wound was immediately debilitating and fatal.

So she would not have been able to walk back to her bed.

So somebody carried her and then tucked her in.

Well, the k*ller thought Abby was dead, too,

'cause he tucked her in.

Shows remorse.

Or he wanted to make it look like it was the father.

Somebody who cared about his kids.

Brody: Yeah. Either way, looks like the k*ller had to touch the sleeping bags, so it could be a good source of prints.

Just like the tent flap.

I'm going to swab every blood drop in here.

Maybe we'll get lucky and the k*ller left some of himself behind.
♪ ♪

I got prints.

Some on the tent flap.

Those were unidentified. But I also found one on Hannah's sleeping bag.

That one paid off.

Garth Fogel.

He's a registered sex offender.

Convicted of molesting a little girl back in '95.

He was released from prison in 2004, one month before the Fishers were m*rder*d.

Sidle: He has a beard. The man that Abby remembered tucking her into her sleeping bag had a beard.

And smelled of g*n cleaner.

When Fogel was arrested, police found over 15 g*ns in his place.

Andrews: Hey.

I analyzed the blood samples Finn collected from the tent.

Everything belonged to Mom and the two girls.

Except for one that turned out to be animal blood.

"Animal blood"?

I'm still testing to figure out what kind of animal it came from.

There was no other DNA in the tent?

Sorry.

But when I tested Garth Fogel's samples against the DNA samples, I got a big surprise.

He was the biological father of the nine-year-old daughter Hannah.

Wait, I-I knew that Barry Fisher wasn't Hannah's birth father.

According to a family friend, Kathy Fisher told everyone that Hannah's father d*ed in a car accident before she was even born.

If I were pregnant with a sex offender's baby, I'd probably lie about it, too.

Maybe that lie caught up with her.

Got the family k*lled.

Garth Fogel?

I'm CSI Nick Stokes.

I asked for a coffee 20 minutes ago.

Answer some of my questions, and I'll see what I can do for you.

I haven't done anything wrong.

You mean recently or ten years ago?

Do you recognize this family?

I'll take that as a no.

Um... how about now?

Oh, these are good.

How about these?

The Fishers went on a camping trip and someone slaughtered them in their tent.

Wasn't me.

The girls were five and nine.

They're really cute, really innocent.

That's just the way you like them, isn't it?

That's sick, you son of a bitch!

She was my daughter!

Sit your ass down!

I don't think the fact that she was your daughter would even stop a pervert like you.

You probably even thought you had a right to her.

You were out of prison a month and you got that itch again.

Didn't you?

I think you followed the Fishers to their campsite.

Drugged the dad to get him out of the way.

And took his g*n.

Went into the tent to grab Hannah.

But Kathy wasn't gonna let you take her daughter without a fight.


(grunts)

Mommy! Mommy!

What did you do?!

You certainly weren't going back to prison.

So, you got rid of the witnesses.

I'm sorry.

And there must be some shred of humanity left in you because after you sh*t both girls, you felt bad about it.

Tucked them into their sleeping bags.


Then you finished off the dad, and made it look like a m*rder/su1c1de.

Sound about right?

That's a load of crap. I was nowhere near that family.

Then how do you explain your fingerprint on Hannah's sleeping bag?

You'd better start talking to me, man.

All right.

I saw them at their house.

They were packing to go camping.

What were you doing there?

I wanted to see my daughter.

Kathy never told me that she was pregnant.

I found out in prison.

So I looked them up as soon as I got out.

But Kathy wasn't gonna let you anywhere near Hannah.

So you followed them to their campsite.

No.

I went to their house.

Kathy was packing the car and I told her that Hannah has every right to know who her real father is.

And that is me!

Kathy told me to go to hell.

That piss you off?

Yes, it pissed me off!

I lost my temper, all right?

I grabbed the sleeping bag and I ripped it out of the car, and that is how my fingerprints got on it.

Kathy threatened to call the cops, so I got the hell out of there.

I never saw them after that.

Sanders: Nick thinks Fogel's lying.

Does he have an alibi?

Said he was with his mom.

Great. Let's talk to her.

She d*ed five years ago.

What?!

Nick is getting a warrant to pull his old cell and credit card records.

See if we can at least place him near Mount Charleston around the time of the murders.

Abby picked Fogel out of that mug book.

Thought he looked familiar, she couldn't say for sure whether he's the guy that k*lled her family or not.

There's so much she doesn't remember from the night.

There might be a way we can help her recover those memories.

(bird squawking in distance)

You okay?

Yeah.

Just weird... being back.

Abby, you do not have to do this.

I want to.

So... how do we do this?

You gonna hypnotize me or something?

(laughs) No.

We're just hoping that being back here might jog your memory.

You know-- the sights, the smells?

Let your mind drift back.

It's worth a sh*t.

You did a great job.

It looks exactly like it did ten years ago.

Sanders: Thanks. I even put g*n cleaner inside the tent to see if it helps.

And I brought this.

We might need to document it for court.

Sidle: Good plan.

Girl: Daddy!

Hannah...


(girls giggling)

Mommy!

(girls chattering indistinctly)

Both: Daddy!

(girl screams)



Mommy!

No! No!

No!

(gasps)

(gasps)

Mom and Hannah.

I saw them.

They were dead.

I'm so sorry.

What else did you remember?

The man, he... he had a patch. On his jacket. It had antlers.

Like a deer?

Did you see his face?

I couldn't make it out.

He just sh*t them!

It's okay.

It's all right. You did great.

Yeah.

It's okay.

Finlay: Henry identified the animal blood we found in the Fishers' tent.

It's elk blood.

Oh, maybe that's what Abby saw on the k*ller's jacket.

I mean, an elk kind of looks like a deer, just with bigger antlers.

Okay, so we have a k*ller who smells like g*n cleaner and has traces of elk blood on him.

He's a hunter.

And if he was wearing a jacket with a patch on it, maybe he belongs to a hunting club.

There are a lot of them in Nevada.

Any close to Mount Charleston?

Let's see.

This club's logo is a duck.

That one.

That looks like an elk to me.

"Legend Creek Hunting Club."

(door closes)

Dead animals.

Awesome.

God, it looks like they're just staring us right in the eye.

So lifelike.

Thank you.

Stuffed them myself.

Right back there.

That 12-point buck? Three sh*ts to take him down.

He wanted to live.

He's a beauty.

Randy Pruitt.

Club president.

What can I do for you ladies?

This is Sarah Sidle, I'm Morgan Brody.

We are with the Las Vegas crime lab.

Crime lab?

We need to take a look at your membership records from 2004.

Specifically the members who had tags to hunt elk.

(laughs) Elk pressing charges these days?

We're investigating the m*rder of a family sh*t to death on Mount Charleston.

We hunt animals, not human beings.

Yeah?

Well, some people can't tell the difference.

These people... are my friends.

I'm sorry.

We're still gonna have to take a look those records.

Well, our members have a right to privacy.

Yeah.

Not anymore.

2004.

Thank you.

Let's pull all the members that have beards and tags to hunt elk, and show the pictures to Abby.

Let's hope she can identify our k*ller.

Take your time, okay?

That's him.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Yeah, we got an I.D.

Donald Wraith.

Lives in Henderson.

Donald Wraith!

LVPD! Turn off the engine!

Out of the truck!

Get out!

Said get out!

Looks like the hunter became the hunted.

Stokes: Hey, Super Dave.

Sorry to drag you all the way out here, man.

You kidding me?

Trees, good clean air.

It's nice to be out in nature.

Stokes: Nine millimeter casing.

The a*mo's consistent with the victim's g*n.

Powder burns indicate he was sh*t at close range.

Yeah, but he couldn't have sh*t himself-- the g*n would have fallen out of his hand.

k*ller tried to make it look like a su1c1de.

Abby Fisher I.D.'s Donald Wraith as the man who sh*t her family.

We come out here to pick him up and find him m*rder*d?

Maybe to keep him quiet?

Maybe.

Sounds to me like someone else was involved in this m*ssacre ten years ago.

I thought Abby Fisher only remembers one man in the tent that night.

Doesn't mean that somebody else wasn't there.

Garth Fogel.

The pedophile?

Yeah, we haven't cleared him as a suspect.

And so far I haven't been able to find a connection between Donald Wraith and the Fisher family.

So, you're thinking Wraith's connection is with Fogel.

Maybe they were friends.

Fogel wanted his daughter.

The Fishers weren't gonna give her back without a fight.

Maybe he brings Wraith for backup.

Go prove it.

Hey.

Hey.

Nick said he found trace on Donald Wraith's g*n.

Were you able to identify it?

Yeah, it was a type of resin.

Traditionally, a hydrocarbon secretion from plants, resins were a prized possession in the ancient world.

I'm sure you're familiar with frankincense and myrrh.

Gifts for baby Jesus.

You're a wise woman.

But in this day and age, humans have been able to create synthetic resins that are much stronger and more versatile than their natural predecessors.

As in this case, we have a unique blend of methyl methacrylate, thixotropic and a polymerization catalyst.

Aren't synthetic resins used a lot in construction?

Yes, but...

'Cause Garth Fogel works as a laborer for a construction company.

If we can prove he had access, then we...

You didn't let me finish.

Sorry.

The chemical structure of this particular resin is only used in one industry.

Taxidermy.

Taxidermy.

Does Garth Fogel have a penchant for stuffing woodland creatures?

No.

But I know someone who does.

Thank you.

You lied to me, Randy.

You said you didn't hunt people.

But you m*rder*d Donald Wraith.

And you m*rder*d the Fisher family.

No. No, I didn't.

We found a clear cast resin on Donald Wraith's g*n.

It's the same resin that you purchased two weeks ago for your taxidermy.

I-Is that all you've got?

No, I have motive.

You and Donald Wraith k*lled the Fishers ten years ago.

Donald was about to be arrested, so you k*lled him so he wouldn't implicate you.

But you had already implicated yourself.

We pulled your fingerprints off the file that you gave us at the hunting club.

And it was a match to prints from inside the tent that the family was slaughtered in.

What happened, Randy?!

Did you get tired of hunting elk?

Did you want your prey to beg for mercy?

It wasn't like that.

We never planned on k*lling anyone.

What was your plan?

Donald wanted to have some fun with the wife.

Her and the husband came by the shop, asked directions.

Sorry to bother you guys-- it feels like we've been driving in circles for hours.

I'm a terrible navigator.

We wanted to set up camp near Deer Stream trail head.

Can't seem to find it.

Well, that's... easy to miss.

What you do is you hit Timber Canyon.

There's a fork, stay to the right, it'll take you all the way in.

Thank you so much.

My pleasure, ma'am.

You followed them back to the campsite?

You had to get the husband out of the way.

How did you drug him, exactly?

Saw him sitting alone at the fire.

Pretended we were camping nearby.

Brought over some booze.

When he wasn't looking, we slipped him a Mickey.

You know, most people don't just walk around, carrying chloral hydrate on them, unless they've done this kind of thing before.

What happened after Fisher passed out?

I stood guard while Donald went in the tent.

With Barry Fisher's g*n.

He was only gonna thr*aten her, keep her quiet.

But she fought back.

I heard a sh*t.

Then two more.

What did you do?

We didn't know they had children.

Donald said the girls saw his face, so he had to k*ll them.

I took them back into their sleeping bags, while he went out to take care of the husband.

There is a problem with your story, Randy.

The youngest daughter survived.

And she identified Donald Wraith as the person that put her back into the sleeping bag.

Not you.

He's the one that felt bad.

And I am willing to bet... that you are the one that pulled the trigger that night.

Either way, your hunting days are over.

So... they didn't even know us?

They were just bad people.

And you and your family were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That's messed up.

Your father was innocent.

All these years, I blamed him.

Hated him.

Thought he k*lled Mom and Hannah.

Tried to k*ll me.

You can let that all go now.

Your dad was a good man.

And he loved you very much.

Hey, ready to go home?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Any time.

Oh, One D's playing at the Hard Rock Saturday night. You in?

One Direction?

Seriously?

No, I'm just kidding.

It's Lorde, I'll pick you up at 7:00.

Cool.

Sanders: You look like your dad.

He used to read to me when I was a kid.

Charlotte's Web was my favorite.

Must've read it a hundred times.

That's a nice memory.

I have a lot of nice memories of him.

My mom, too.

They were toxic when they were together, though.

Your mom said your dad was abusive?

She k*lled him in self-defense?

That's what she said.

You don't believe her?

Look, I know my dad wasn't a saint, but my mom was an alcoholic who suffered from mental illness.

I'm just not sure that things were as black and white as she made them out to be.

Well, you did say they had a volatile relationship.

Fact is... I'll never know what happened that night.

This is gonna sound horrible, but I'm kind of jealous of Abby. She gets to rewrite her whole family history.

Nothing will ever change what my mother did.

Well, you can't change the past, but you always have the future.

Your mom's still alive.

Not too late for you to start over.

I don't know if I could.
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