01x02 - Honeymoon in Vegas

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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Who are you? What do you want with me?

Well, at least I got
Sara Sidle back to Vegas.

Nice to meet you, I'm Maxine Roby.

Come on, saddle up, sis.

SIDLE: "Jim Brass is just
the beginning".

IBARRA: We got your
client dead to rights.

We need to know who put him up to it.

ROBY: Talk about the storage
facility in Spring Valley.

MANAGER: It's rented to a Mr. Hodges.

ROBY: It's like his own little lab.

To fake test results
and whip up phony evidence.

FOLSOM: There are two dozen prints here

and every one of them belongs
to David Hodges.

- You don't know Hodges.
- ROBY: Whatever happened here,

how we handle it will determine

whether murderers stay in prison or not,

whether convictions hold up or not.

- BRASS: What do we do now?
- What we always do, Jim.

Follow the evidence.

♪ ♪

(g*nshots)

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERING)

Please!

(WHIMPERING, CRYING)

Please...

(g*nsh*t)

♪ ♪

_

♪ ♪

I figured you could use
a little something to take

the edge off there.

How's it looking?

The, uh, lab reports and signoffs

all look authentic.

Hodges worked every one of the cases

you saw in that storage unit.

Everything in there felt so staged.

You know, we're never gonna
figure out what happened

with guest privileges in the database.

We need access to hard copies,
original files.

Hodges didn't fake evidence, Gil.

Someone just made it look like he did.

Well...

science will tell us if how things look

is how they really are.

Mm, problem is, that storage unit

is filled with a mountain

of bad evidence.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- In the end, darling,

the truth emerges.

- He's going in.
- _

Right now.

TYNER: When my client agreed to
self surrender, we were promised

a copy of the charging document.

OFFICER: Mr. Hodges, other hand, please?

Mr. Hodges. Other hand?

Here it is... David Hodges.

Charged with offering
false evidence, counts.

Destroying evidence, counts.

Perjury, eight counts.

Ooh, there's a second page here.

OFFICER: Turn to your right.

SERGEANT: Your boy's
gonna be popular inside.

Florist making a delivery

saw the bodies, called it in.

Those two the only decedents?

ROBY: Yeah, the homeowner's

Dr. Nate Kestler,
and the car in the driveway

is registered to Dr. Jinny Lee.

The coroner says liver temp

puts time of death around
: , : in the morning.

- Got a little crowd today, boss.
- Yep.

Tip of the iceberg.

Got about a zillion
extra eyes on us right now.

- 'Cause of the Hodges case?
- Mm-hmm.

Got to bring our A game today, people.

We're not the ones looking
through the microscope

this time... we are under it.

She tried to get away.

k*ller came over here

to finish it.

Perp's one large human.

We're looking for a size-

"Cinderfella".

You know what they say
about guys with big feet?

- One of them k*lled these people.
- (SOFT CHUCKLE)

(PHONE RINGING)

Not me.

Did you get a new ringtone?

(CHUCKLES)

(PHONE UNLOCKS)

She's popular.

Hey, Max?

I think this couple had big plans today.

They sure did.

Guess they didn't know it
was bad luck for the groom

to see the bride before the wedding.

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

Something borrowed, something
blue on the groom's robe.

This has got to be right up there

with lipstick on your collar.

Fiancée's a brunette.

Might be an innocent explanation.

RAJAN: And there might
be a blonde woman's

boyfriend walking around

with a smoking nine millimeter.

It's their wedding day.

I didn't get that jaded
until I hit CSI Level III.

Um, this feels personal, boss.

No sign of forced entry.

Victims sh*t repeatedly at close range.

ROBY: I'm gonna get someone off

nights to help finish up here.

I got you two a little gift.

You want us to go to their wedding?

- A pool of suspects?
- (PHONE BUZZING)

- You shouldn't have.
- Yeah, come on.

Go find me a giant shoe.

Undersheriff?

Yes, I'm so...

Yes, sir, I'm sorry I missed your call.

This wouldn't happen to be

about, uh... David Hodges, would it?

♪ ♪

Excuse me? Excuse me.

You have some reason to be here?

No, no, no, I was just curious

about what went on in there.

That's official police business,
sir. I need you to move along.

Officer? Uh...

could you tell the detectives

that that piece of equipment
they're wondering about...

is a microtome?

Hey. Who are you?

So the rehearsal was two days ago?

You didn't see them yesterday?

Jinny and Nate had work yesterday.

They're oncologists.

You must be so proud.

Everybody loved them.

I don't think anyone knows where to go.

RAJAN: Well, we'd actually like

to get some hair samples
and swabs from folks

before they leave.

Do you have a guest list?

What are you saying?

You think someone they knew did this?

We have to look at every possibility.

ELISE: If this turning
into some kind of wake,

I don't think we have to stay.

Let's go to Citrine.

They have that lobster mac...

Can I help you?

Maybe.

If you're not too hungry.

(GASPS) Ow.

Look, I'm ,

/ , depends on the shoe.

Ever s?

This is absurd.

Nate and Jinny worked at our clinic.

The Clement Cancer Center?

Our family's funded
their research for years.

They were friends.

Honestly, these questions are offensive.

I'm just trying to solve
the m*rder of two people

you say you cared about.

I was at home last night.

He was with me.

Appreciate your time.

Hope I didn't spoil your appetite.

Making friends?

Well, not everyone gets
me like you do, Allie.

Will you make me a very happy man?

With this sample, I thee...

request a follicular
comparison analysis.

(CHUCKLES)

And this one here?

Okay, thanks.

Sara!

Hey.

This must be Dr. Grissom.

- Okay, I got to tell you, I love your wife.
- Oh!

- Me, too.
- You're buttering us up.

Please tell me you didn't
bring us down here

to give us bad news in person.

Walk with me.

We got the formal admonishment.

No one who's worked with David

Hodges can get within
, miles of his case.

- What do they think...
- I know.

It's just optics.

But this could affect the integrity

of the entire Nevada justice system.

When a law enforcement
officer is accused,

their colleagues investigate.
It-it's not unheard of.

There is some concern that...

Yeah, I imagine.

- I was David Hodges' supervisor.
- Yeah.

You can't just discount the
possibility that he was framed.

Hey, I'd love if that's what they find.

Yeah, but they won't.

That's the problem. IAB doesn't have

the technical expertise to unwind this.

The D.A. sure doesn't.

- I'd like to think that these people...
- Max.

All your bosses are going
to go into CYA mode

and let this get tried in the press.

If we don't get to the
truth... nobody will.

Our friend's life is on the line.

Our life's work is on the line.

It's not my call.

And unless something big changes,

I can't have either of you
near that David Hodges case.

ROBY: Heads up, Penny.

So...

- what's all this?
- I wish I could tell you, boss.

Looks like the Kool-Aid Man got stabbed.

ROBY: Okay, well, it's
on the floor of a garage.

Think that might be a hint?

Well, there's no trace of the stuff

under either of the victims' cars.

So thought maybe it came
from the k*ller's vehicle.

The wheel base looks like an SUV.

I'd guess high-end transmission fluid.

Pricey brands dye it red
for better leak detection.

ROBY: Multiple stains overlaid.

Looks like the same vehicle
parked here again and again.

We're looking for a regular visitor.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Way to be.

What's in there?

Come along. Fresh eyes never hurt.

You got the badge.

Don't wait up.

Someone forgot the safe word.

ROBY: Door's clean.

Jamb's intact.
We think the k*ller had a key.

The victims were surprised.

- Didn't have time to cover up.
- (SCREAMS)

The suspect opened fire here.

(SCREAMING)

But then he stepped to the side.

Over here?

Yeah, he was looking for a better angle.

Based on Nate Kestler's
final position, we think

that he d*ed trying
to shield his bride-to-be.

Jinny tried to get to her phone.

The k*ller tracked right through

the mess he made

to finish her off.

He made a mess over here, too.

He didn't wipe his feet on the mat.

FOLSOM: The b*ll*ts
in Nate Kestler's wall

were all fired by the same g*n, but...

no match in NIBIN.

We do not curse the darkness, my child.

We light a candle.
Do you know what that is?

Um...

Doc said the antibiotics
will clear it right up.

(CHUCKLES) That is
the organic plant material

we found on the k*ller's boot print.

You want to ID this guy
via his pollen print?

Who needs ballistics when
you've got the microgametophytes

of a flowering desert tree?

Is that what those little
ovoid fellas are?

Yeah, the database says that they have

the surface reticulation and pores of...

the Twisted Acacia.

So we're looking for a rare tree,

growing near an expensive SUV,

that might just have a bloody boot print

on the gas pedal.

Yes, you are.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Catherine says bail's been arranged.

Shouldn't be too long.

(GATE BUZZES)

Hodges doesn't deserve this.

You can just say it.

Look, I don't want it
to be true, either, Sara.

I just don't know
what makes you so certain.

Well, for one thing,
he would've had to break

, laws right under our noses.

Does the evidence get a say in this?

Are you doubting my read on it?

No, just the opposite... you said
you didn't find anything

in that storage unit to clear him.

(SIGHS)

I just keep thinking, I mean...

how well do we really know David Hodges?

How well does anyone know anyone?

(GATE BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

- Hi, baby.
- Hi.

It'll be okay.

Did you know he had a family?

There might be a lot we don't
know about David Hodges.

♪ Make a wish, baby ♪

♪ Well, and I will make it
come true... ♪

RAJAN: There's a G-Wagen.

FOLSOM: And there's our tree.

RAJAN: This must be the place.

Looks promising, but I thought
we still had a few more

- acacias on that list from the arborists.
- Oh, yeah, there's plenty.

I just don't know how much
more of your yacht rock

- I can take.
- Ooh!

Well, maybe if you weren't
one point from getting

your license yanked, you could drive us.

Subject me to your Highway XM.

(CHUCKLES)

Got some Kool-Aid.

Looks like it's party time.

Shall we?

♪ ♪

Welcome to Scramble.

I'm Christy. May I have
your names and referral?

Uh, I'm Josh Folsom.

This is Allie Rajan.

I guess you could say
that we're here because

of Nate Kestler and Jinny Lee.

Mm, Nate and Jinny.

Getting married. We're all so happy

- for them.
- (LAUGHTER, CHATTER)

Unfortunately I'm not seeing
your names on the list.

Is this your first time at Scramble?

It is, actually and
we would like to speak

to the owner of the G-Wagen out front.

That's owned by the club.

Okay. But who drives it?

Yeah, dozens of people. Members.

- Who are we talking about here?
- Swingers, baby.

Aren't you two here to party?

Our membership is very tight-knit.

This news about Nate
and Jinny, it's gonna

crush everyone.

RAJAN: Um, we have reason
to believe someone here

might've actually been involved.

It's why we'd like to look
at the G-Wagen out front.

You don't know who drove it last?

CHRISTY: No, sorry. Anybody can take it.

Sometimes a group wants
to hit a strip club,

casino, dinner, whatever.
The keys are just up here.

FOLSOM: What's with, uh...

... Peeping Tom and the Lookie-Loos?

The Mayfield room's for our
candaulists and voyeurs.

For some folks, we're just a backdrop,

instead of a playground.

Our vibe just fuels their own thing.

Nate and Jinny were usually like that.

If you're curious, let me know.

I help run the place,
I could probably get you in.

Oh, no, we're just here for work.

We're not together.

The key's just there.

FOLSOM: Mm.

Oh, mm-hmm.

I'm just gonna...

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ ♪

_

Could be our man... vehicle's
registered to a Anwar Hassan.

Yeah, but it sounds like use of
the vehicle is a free-for-all.

- Just like everything else here.
- (CHUCKLES)

Shame the last person who drove
it wiped their prints off.

I'm not seeing any cameras, are you?

We can't allow photographic equipment.

- I mean... you get it.
- I do,

actually, but we're gonna at least need

a roster of your members.

I'm sorry. That's impossible.

Can we talk to the big boss?

That's him, right?

Anwar's actually out of town.

- Oh.
- Where?

He didn't say.

But even if he was here,

I doubt he'd give you the list
without a warrant.

What if I say the magic word?

Is it Fidelio?

How about "press", as in we
could come back with a warrant,

but we might serve it
with a dozen news crews.

I'll get you a printout of the list.

Oh.

♪ ♪

You think you're the first
tough guy to ever pull

this crap with me?

You don't want to eat, Elvis,
that's fine.

I just don't want
to hear about it later.

You're under arrest.

You're gonna catch a beatin',

you keep running your beak.

SIDLE: It's just us.

- You're under arrest.
- (SQUAWKS SOFTLY)

And an old friend.

Oh, I thought I smelled jail.

HODGES: Brass.

Still a charmer.

I want you to meet my wife, Emma.

- (GRUNTS)
- I've heard stories about you.

Yeah?

Did he tell you about the time
that some lunatic hired

an assassin to come to my place

over something he did?

Well, I'm sure y'all have
a lot to talk about.

I'm gonna go call my mom.

She's been worried.
Is there someplace... ?

Yeah, sure...

Everything they're saying is a crock.

I didn't do it.

Yeah, I tried that on my second wife.

Didn't work too good.

Surely, you must believe me?

You know my stance
on human testimony, David.

I side with the robots.

Look, all you can do is tell the truth,

and hope that the evidence
doesn't disagree.

TYLER: Thanks, Kate.

Get us some waters?

I have to say,
I'm surprised to see you again.

I've told you all that I know.

You left out the part where you and your

favorite oncologists started
going to a swingers club.

We found your name
on the roster at Scramble.

(WHIRRING)

Oh, you've got one
of those doors like Matt Lauer.

Neat.

My wife Elise doesn't
approve of the lifestyle.

She doesn't limit me, but out
of respect to her, I'm discreet.

So she doesn't know about you

and the bride and groom?

Nate and Jinny and I met here.

We became friends, then we went there.

Look, some people play tennis, some...

I'm sure you'd love to hear all about

what happens at Scramble,
but it's none of your business.

I can link the club's G-Wagen

to Nate's house, night of the m*rder.

See, but you couldn't put me in it,

'cause I've never been in it.

Why do you think I did it?

We're not the motive police,

but there's only so many
reasons people ever k*ll.

Sex is one and keeping
secrets is another.

Well, I have nothing to hide.

Good, so...

reason we're here.

We'd like to swab your hand
for g*nsh*t residue.

It's voluntary, of course.

Oh, well, in that case, I'll pass.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you still want the waters or... ?

You've got a bit of glitter
on you, Kate.

Nate Kestler did, too.

Maybe you want to answer some questions?

- You don't have to tell them anything.
- Is it a big secret?

Nate probably picked it up
the same place I did.

Tyler took me
to the Dark Room at Scramble.

You can never get rid
of this stuff, right?

("LIGHTS GO OUT (MIXED)"
by Chapter & Verse playing)

Don't forget protection.

Well, I'm not seeing any...

blue glitter.

No.

Not seeing much of anything.

(RATTLING)

Here.

Huh.

Wow.

♪ Lights go...

(GROANS)

Hello.

Tyler's assistant was right.

Nate could've been glitter-bombed here.

Why didn't Tyler want us
to know about this place?

♪ Lights go down ♪

♪ Do you even know if I'm even around? ♪

Folsom?

♪ And I had fun ♪

♪ Lights, they made me blind... ♪

Paint's faded here.

RAJAN: Uh...

yeah, that's odd.

No windows.

No sunlight.

To weather paint, those would have

to be high-powered halogens.

- Like flashbulbs.
- Flashbulbs?

Most clubs use low-wattage LEDs.

Why install this kind
of wattage in the Dark Room?

Huh.

Looks like the walls have eyes.

CHRISTY: This is like...
such a betrayal.

I don't understand why Mr. Hassan
would put a camera...

Really, you've never heard of blackmail?

Either one of you guys ever
seen the books around here?

Do I look like an accountant?

The transmitter on this camera
isn't very powerful.

There's got to be a computer on-site.

Where does your boss keep it?

I don't know anything.

But...

Mr. Hassan came in earlier.

I saw him at the front desk.

He's back from his trip.

I think he was wigged out,
cops being all around.

Did he take anything
with him when he left?

FOLSOM: Good.

Then whatever he didn't want
us to find is still here.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

FOLSOM: Hey, I found something.

So did I.

I need a shower.

I'm right there with you.

(STAMMERS) Someone rents a storage unit

in your name for over a decade,

and you don't know who did it?

- Jim!
- What? What?

There's stolen files in there,

there's fake evidence.

There's lab equipment.

All covered in your prints, David.

Prints are easy to fake.

(STAMMERS) Don't say that too loud.

'Cause they're looking
to accuse you of that, too.

Why would I do any of this?

The thrill of it?

Well, if you're not lying,
someone with serious skills

is working overtime to make sure
you go down for this.

SIDLE: David...

who hates you enough to do this?

(SIGHS)

You probably pissed off six people

just walking though
the lobby downstairs.

You know, some people mellow.

(SIGHS)

Emma...

changed me.

She got me out of that lab,
away from all that death.

I started working as an expert witness.

Life was good.

And then, boom... wake up in hell.

GRISSOM: I went to the storage unit.

If someone's framing you,
they sure know you pretty well.

I don't know what you mean.

Jujubes, board games...

little cat toys.

Half our stuff's been in boxes

in the garage since we moved in.

I went looking for Boggle last week.

I thought it got lost in the move.

BRASS: Wait, so you think
someone stole your stuff

and is using it to frame you?

That's exactly what I think.

Well, finally.

A testable hypothesis.

♪ ♪

None of these people knew
Hassan had a camera on them.

Checking all this, it feels...

- oogie.
- Leave it, then.

All the real action's over here
on the laptop you found.

You see this?

All the members who were photographed

in the Dark Room saw a big rise

in their membership fees.

ROBY: Be closer to the truth

to say these poor kinky folks
were being extorted.

Looks like Nate and Jinny were
getting blackmailed.

Yeah, but look... they stopped
paying last month.

Good for them.

Suspicious timing, though.

I wonder why they ever paid?

I haven't seen a single photo
of either of them.

Unless that's what this is.

I thought that was weird.

It was in a bag full of Hassan's
old cigs and paperwork.

Pretty sure it came from his office.

Wonder what was so scandalous
it needed to be torched?

Guess we'll just have to find out.

Let's un-torch it.

♪ ♪

Let there be light.

You know I think the world of
you, but that's not your line.

♪ ♪

What weren't we supposed to see?

How sick do you have to be

to take a picture like that?

ROBY: Why don't you ask Mr. Hassan?

As soon as they kick him out
from whatever rock he's under.

You were right, darling.

This place feels like the Taj Mahal.

Combination of federal grants
and Catherine Willows.

She went to bat with her casino friends.

- And they all wrote it off.
- Mm-hmm.

I just like the gloves
where I like the gloves.

I thought we were sharing.

We are, yeah, but, I mean,

I-I'm the one with the credentials,

so, technically... this is my equipment.

Oh.

You think I'm being
too hard on David Hodges?

I couldn't really tell
whose side you were on.

I don't take sides.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Follow the evidence.
It's just, it's hard for me

to see Hodges as only a suspect.

He was on our team for so long.

I have only two teammates.

You... and doubt.

Well, I'm mad at you
and doubt right now.

No, you're not.

You know how I know?

You put the gloves back
where I like them.

FOLSOM: Mr. Hassan?

You want to explain this picture?

Why?

I didn't take it.

I'm not in it.

But your boots are.

(HASSAN CHUCKLES)

Same style, maybe.

You're wearing them now.

The-the scuffs and stains
look like a match to me.

Go talk to the people I was with.

People lie. Evidence...

doesn't.

Our warrant covers your boots.

Let's have 'em.

(EXHALES)

Mm.

That look red to you, Detective Carson?

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

Gonna go run these.

- So... his boots are bloody.
- Hmm.

Yeah, but no GSR on his hands or arms.

He probably wore gloves, right?

Wait, are you buying his denials?

I think I am. And I
think there's a reason

they're coming out in short,
clipped sentences.

Look at his hands.

Is that a little tremor there?

Sometime pretty recently he suffered

a transient ischemic att*ck.

That's neurological damage.

Loss of fine motor control.

He couldn't pull off his boots.

- Mm-mm.
- I thought it was the handcuffs.

It was a mini stroke.

And if you can't grip a boot...

You can't grip a g*n.

He might be a scumbag
with some dirty boots,

but I don't think he's our boy.

We've been meaning to unpack

and get organized since David moved in.

How long ago was that?

We waited till after the wedding, so...

- six months?
- Yeah.

I'm sure your garage is spotless.

Yours has less algae.

HODGES: I haven't touched a thing.

Didn't want to be accused
of tampering with anything else.

He wouldn't let me clean up for company.

My mom would be horrified.

Tell your mom, when
you're looking for signs

of breaking and entering, mess is best.

♪ ♪

HODGES: Y-You must
have missed something.

How is this possible?

But you said they'd find proof.

The garage is completely intact.
There's no sign of a break-in.

I mean, it's possible that we're

looking for a very skilled thief.

GRISSOM: It's also possible

that there never was a thief.

Or that there's
another explanation entirely,

- and we missed it.
- There has to be.

David would never do
something like this.

He would never.

What are you saying?

Only that we lack a satisfactory answer

for how your stuff got
into that storage unit.

I guess you don't believe me then.

David, belief has to be

disrooted from science, you know that.

When you're lost at sea, you can only

navigate by fixed points.

What you know is true north.

Not what you'd like to believe.

Excuse me.

HODGES: Well, I know what I believe.

(CHUCKLES) I'm all alone here.

His compass...

is way off.

Gil.

Gil, if you don't want
to trust Hodges, that's fine.

But can you trust me on this?

I was in that storage
space, you weren't.

How many times do I have to
say that Hodges was framed?

Sara.

You and I both know what
it feels like when a scene

- is staged.
- (WHISPERS): Sara?

- A beloved guard dog goes
- _

missing

from the house right next to Hodges

the same week
as the att*ck on Jim Brass.

Gil.

Argiope trifasciata.

Takes about three weeks
for a banded garden spider's

egg sac to get this big.

Then the ground here wasn't
dug up to plant this bush.

What kind of person kills a dog

and then plants it
in their owner's driveway?

The kind that wants
to break into a house

without drawing attention maybe.

Hmm, you don't have to say I was right.

We're gonna need a shovel.

♪ ♪

Here we go.

- Looks like a match.
- On the surface.

I want to go deeper.

What is that?

I could ask the same thing.

This? This is a dead dog.

SIDLE: German Shepherd named Brewski.

He needs to be necropsied

for the David Hodges case.

Possibly. For now,
it's an unrelated matter.

Well, Brewski's gonna have

to get in line 'cause
we got a dead person

in front of him.

And we're about to do some alternate

light photography.

- Did you build this yourself?
- I did.

Actually with Hugo's help.

Oh, yeah, you're Doc Robbins' protégé?

I hear you paint.

I-I do.

The improvement's

in the spectral transmission
of the orange filter.

Blocks out . %

of all light over

- nanometers.
- GRISSOM: So you must be able to detect

deeper subdermal bruising.

That's inspired.

It's a step up
from that old black light.

- Get the light, get the light.
- Uh, lights!

This...

this is weird.

I'd say it's clarifying.

That's where the k*ller's
weight came down.

Meaning what? The ball of the
foot was in the shoe's arch?

So whoever did this wore big boots.

They didn't necessarily have big feet.

ROBY: Nope.

(GRUNTING)

She's a pretty little thing.

You people are ridiculous.

(SIGHS)

Hmm.

So, uh...

What'd you say
that top color was, Christy?

Wicked Fierce?

- Yeah.
- And the one underneath?

Cool Blue Shimmer.

Well, we found something between
them called "g*nsh*t residue".

I didn't hurt Nate and Jinny.

No, you k*lled them
on their wedding day.

- Mr. Hassan...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, come on.

Hassan wasn't pulling the
strings here... what do they say?

There's no man strong as a woman inside.

You were running the business.

- Ah, both businesses.
- Mm-hmm.

The club.

- Mm-hmm.
- And...

a blackmail scheme

at the center of it.

ROBY: Money was pouring in for years.

Nobody was late on a payment.

People were afraid of Anwar Hassan.

Until he had a stroke.

You can't rule

with an iron fist when
you can't even make a fist.

And he does a pretty good job hiding it.

You do, too.

- What did he tell you?
- Nothing.

He didn't have to... see, I love

forensic kinesiology.

And Nate and Jinny were doctors,

so they probably diagnosed
Hassan's condition right away.

CARSON: They knew he was weak,

so they made a move, right?

ROBY: Out of all the blackmail
photos my team recovered,

none were of Nate Kestler or Jinny Lee.

They wriggled out
from under Hassan's thumb

and they took
the club's G-Wagen with them.

I can't say I blame 'em.

The car's only worth half

of what you stole from them.

And you wouldn't even let that stand.

You think I k*lled two people over a car

- I don't even own?
- No.

You k*lled two people to send a message

to a man with much deeper pockets.

CARSON: Tyler Clement's been paying you

a lot of blackmail over the years.

- Millions, all told.
- Mm-hmm.

Nate Kestler told
his friend he could stop.

That Hassan wasn't anyone to be feared.

And you wanted him to fall back in line.

So you showed him this.

And it worked.

All of a sudden,
Tyler started paying again.

This whole thing was a show

for an audience of one.

Do swingers have a name for that?

(CHUCKLES)

That's good.

Smile for the camera.

And then she was like,
"Smile for the camera".

Was that your American accent?

Yeah, I think it beats your British.

- Where you headed?
- Um...

Mark's... home.

Where I live. (SHORT LAUGH)

Have a good night.

Yeah, you, too.

Can someone please explain
to me how this poor animal

ended up in my morgue?

Well, the necropsy
confirmed that someone

crushed the dog's skull.

But Brewski was a good boy.

He bit his k*ller before he d*ed.

We found blood on his teeth.

We need to test it.

And what's stopping you is... ?

The chief justice and attorney
general of the state of Nevada.

The sheriff of Clark County
and all your other bosses.

That dog lived next door
to David Hodges.

We found a mass of blowfly pupa

in the cadaver.

It puts the time of death

precisely one week ago.

SIDLE: So just three days

before we entered that storage space,

an intruder encountered

this guard dog
next to a garage where many

of David Hodges' personal effects

were being stored.

Max...

this is how they framed him.

I have to disagree.

This is totally unrelated

to the David Hodges case, but...

I agree with you.

This case of animal cruelty,

I mean, it warrants

some investigation.

At least we can agree on that.

ROBY: Yeah, and as you know,

from time to time, the crime lab

employs consultants.

And I think we could use
an entomological adviser

on this new case.

Dr. Grissom?

Do you think I could persuade
you to come back to CSI?