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You got to be kidding me! Not again!

Hey, hey, you, good morning!

What are you doing, baby?

It's always something
with this guy. I've had it.

Okay, I'm recording
this for legal purposes.

My name's Tyler Marr. This is my house.

Okay, and this is my neighbor's
house-- belonging to one Steven Corbett,

hereto referred to as
jerk-weed, all right?

Now for the past year, jerk-weed has
had guys over here hammering stuff

and mowing stuff and doing God knows
what else at 8:00 in the friggin' a.m.

right outside my bedroom
window, all right?

Now jerk-weed knows I do
my thing late at night.

He knows I need my mornings for sleep.

So today, it's gonna stop.

Somebody had a bad morning
with a wood chipper.

Looks like your guys are going to
have to work their magic on this one.

Whoever our victim is, is sprayed
all over the inside of that truck.

Who is our shirtless friend?

It's Tyler Marr.

He's the neighbor that called it in.

He's covered in blood, but
says he didn't see anything.

Look, all I saw was blood.

If you don't believe
me, look at my camera.

I was just recording it
for legal protection, ay?

I just came down to tell the
gardener to turn that thing off.

I didn't know he was
going to fall into it.

Are you saying that that's the gardener?

Yeah. I mean, he was
the only guy down here.

Hey, what the hell is going on here?

- Who are you?
- The gardener.

Then who... is our victim?

It's gonna stop.

Look, I wasn't anywhere near it.

If you remember, you guys
were here before I was.

We have an eyewitness who said you started
that chipper not long before the incident.

And then nature called and I answered.

So you were nearby?

You would think that, wouldn't you?

But my employer, Mr. Corbett, is
too cheap to rent a port-a-john,

so I have to drag my ass two blocks to
some fast food restaurant to use the can.

Wait a minute. You turned the
wood chipper on and then you left?

Do it every morning. Keeps these
rich brats from sleeping in.

It's how I get back at them.

It's a very interesting tactic,

but what you're actually telling us is
that you're guilty of negligent homicide.

How's that?

Someone died in a piece of equipment
you left unattended; that's how.

Get him out of here.

I don't know. Maybe it's an accident.

No way. There's signs of
struggle by the wood chipper.

This is murder. So
let's talk to the owner.

Mr. Corbett, someone dies under suspicious
circumstances in your front yard,

and all you can say is you're insured?

It's a remodel. These things happen.

Yeah, apparently a lot.

You've racked up no less than nine complaints
from your neighbors about early morning ruckus.

And every one of those was rejected.

I abide by the city regs.

My workers don't start till 8:00 a.m.

Besides, both my next-door neighbors party till
4:00 in the morning and nobody does anything

when I complain about that noise.

So you decided to throw one of
your neighbors in the wood chipper?

What? Yeah, in the middle of the day.

The wood chipper guy was the only guy
scheduled to work here today, wasn't he?

And, Mr. Corbett, you did know
that he leaves it on during break.

It gives you access
to the murder weapon.

I've been home all morng.

The murder took place at your home.

I meant I haven't left my house.

Is there anyone who can confirm that?

Oh, yeah, my lawyer.

He's a ray of sunshine.

How does somebody fit
through this thing?

Because of the speed.

This blade wheel spins
at over 2,000 RPMs.

So fast, it creates its own suction.

All the killer had to do was push
the victim into the feeder, and...

it's over.

en it spins, it's like
getting hit with 50,000 knives.

Then the drum throws the remains
up the chute where they spray out.

Hey, I think I might have found
what's jamming up the works.

Let me see.

Looks like a piece of femur.

Because of the rounded section
near the anticular cavity?

Somebody's been studying his anatomy.

Yeah. You know...

Hold on. This marrow's really pale.

What does that mean?

That our victim had leukemia.

Radiation treatment to the bone
can change the color of the marrow.

Hey, check this out.

Something survived the chipper.

What is it?

There's a bug crawling in that bone.

Looks like some kind of mite.

I've never heard of a bone mite. I mean,
is there such a thing as a bone mite?

No. probably came from the wood.

But technically, it's on
the body, so it's evidence.

- Let's get it to Trace.
- Yeah, okay.

What were you doing with the bone?

Well, the DNA from thelood
didn't hit in CODIS.

So what, you're hoping to
find someone else's DNA on it?

Yeah, actually, I was.

Because Tara thinks that the
victim may have had leukemia.

So they probably had a
bone marrow transplant.

So the DNA would still be in the marrow.

Yeah, because it takes a long time for the
recipient to replace the new stuff with their own,

and so you end up getting
two profiles in one person.

Did you get a hit on the bone in CODIS?

Yes. Let's see... No.

But there's enough common markers
for these profiles to be familial.

Which would mean the
victim's child was the donor.

I'll call the area hospitals and I'll
see if anybody has a case that matches.

If we get a hit, that's going to
be a tough notification to make.

Yeah, right.

- I'll check back with you. Thanks.
- Okay.

This is my father.

Ethan Reeger.

I'm sorry for your loss, Ms.Reeger.

It's weird.

I saved his life by giving him that
transplant, and then someone just took it away.

Is there anyone that you can think
of who might want to hurt him?

No.

Was anything troubling him
lately? Was he acting strange?

He's been acting
strange for a long time.

You want the truth?

I haven't spoken to him in a while.

You had a falling out?

More like dropping off
the face of the earth.

After Dad went into remission,
my mom died in a car accident.

About two years ago.

He was crazy about her.

- And he didn't take it well?
- No.

I was going away for college, but instead
I stayed here, in case he needed me.

He just threw himself into his job.

What did your father do?

He was a doctor. Plastic surgery.

- Shared a practice with Sean Lofton.
- Thank you.

Whoever said beauty was in the
eye of the beholder was lying.

It all comes down to one
number: 1. 618: the golden ratio.

So my face isn't in this ratio?

Part of it isn't.

The ratio between the height of your forehead
to your nose and your nose to your chin is 1.35,

which is a little small, but if
I put a chin implant right here,

I'll lengthen your jaw and give
your face the proper proportions.

Excuse me, Dr. Lofton.

I'm with a patient right now. My
receptionist will be right back.

I'm with the Miami-Dade
Police Department.

We want to ask you a few
questions about Dr. Reeger.

Of course.

Uh, Marika, do you mind
waiting in the other room?

When your people called me, you'll be happy
to know I notified his patients right away.

Well, that's unfortunate.

suspect that one of
them may be involved.

I didn't even think of that.

Well, we'd like to take a
look at his client files.

Of course. Right this way.

Kept everything on his laptop.

You know what? You're probably right.

I wouldn't be surprised if one
of his patients was involved.

What makes you say that?

Because Ethan didn't spend
time with anyone else.

He must have had a
lot of happy patients.

Just a couple. He only had a couple
at a time. He obsessed over them.

Plastic surgery is about volume.

We have to get them in and
out just to stay afloat.

So why were you two partners?

Because Ethan wasn't always like that.

His wife died.

I understand that changes
a man, but he got weird.

Started taking house calls.

That turns a 45-minute
consult into four hours.

House calls.

Was Steven Corbett a patient?

Steve Corbett? No. But Elizabeth
Corbett was. That must be her husband.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Eric Delko, Miami-Dade
Police Department.

I told you people on the
phone leave my wife alone.

She's not mixed up in this.

I wouldn't be so sure
about that, Mr. Corbett.

The man that was murdered on your front
law is your wife's plastic surgeon.

I didn't know Dr. Reeger
was here this morning.

Apparently, your wife did.

She's repeatedly refused
to come in for questioning,

so we've issued a subpoena
to force her to appear.

Might be what it takes
to geter out of that room.

What do you mean?

Elizabeth's room's down
the hall at the end.

Mrs. Corbett?

Don't come in.

Mrs. Corbett, I'm CSI Delko. I
need to ask you some questions.

I can't let you see me like this.

You let Dr. Reeger see you this morning.

I asked him to stop by to
talk about my next procedure.

What procedure is that?

There've been so many.

Mrs. Corbett, if you don't speak to
me, I'm gonna have to have you arrested.

Now do you see why couldn't
have killed Dr. Reeger?

I never leave this house.

Dr. Reeger was killed here this
morning. Maybe that's why you called him.

Snuck him into the house
so no one would see.

I hide his visits because my
husband doesn't understand.

He spends thousands to
make our house perfect,

but he doesn't see that
I want to be perfect, too.

So I, I ask him to park down the street
and come in through the side door.

How often are these visits?

It used to be a lot, but...

I hadn't heard from him in a while.

I want you to finish what you started.

Elizabeth, in reaessing your case,

I realized you weren't a good candidate
for what I wanted you to look like.

Your facial structure isn't right.

But you promised me that
I would be beautiful.

And you will be, just
not the way I imagined it.

What was it that he imagined for you?

I don't know...

but it wasn't this.

I'm 32 years old.

That's me. Or it was...

if you can believe it.

I would give anything
to look like that again.

I used to think that I was plain.

And then he turned me into a monster.

Mrs. Corbett, you realize this
is motive to kill Dr. Reeger?

Ron!

Horatio, look who Stetler dragged in.

- Is everything okay here, Horatio?
- Why don't you tell me, Rick?

I know you and Ron Saris have a
history, but some things have developed.

I need you to put that
aside for the bigger picture.

Whose big picture is that, Rick?

When I can explain, I will.

You'll be first to know.

How you doing, Red?

From the looks of it,
better than you are, Ron.

Aw, come on, Red. I
thought you'd be impressed.

This whole ring- from-the-dead
thing, that was your idea.

Well, I guess your
modeling career's over.

Is it?

But if it is, I got you to thank for it.

I don't hold grudges,
man. How about you?

Tell that to your dead
plastic surgeon, Ron.

Do we have evidence
that'd involve him in that?

Not yet, but how about the
trafficking of illegal weapons?

Oh, you know, Stets and I
were just discussing that.

I'm learning as I go, but you
remember it was your little money scam

that lured me into that
unfortunate weapons deal.

You know what they
call that? Entrapment.

He's right. State
Attorney won't touch it.

I wot need the State Attorney, Rick.

You missed me, didn't you?

I won't next time.

Let's go, Stets.

Yeah, Frank, Mrs. Corbett said our vic
parked down the street from her house.

What kind of car did Reeger drive?

Mercedes S600?

The tires have been slashed.

Yeah, I'm gonna need that tow, Frank.

Doesn't look like any
sliced tire I've seen before.

Yeah, the cut is almost too smooth.

There's a lip under this cut.

Yeah, the rubber melted away, but
it's too clean to be a torch job.

Yeah, more surgical. This
is done by a plasma blade.

You're watching too ma
scnce fiction movies.

No, it's a surgical tool that sends
pulses of plasma to cut through tissue.

It also cauterizes as it goes.

Sounds like the perfect
instrument for cosmetic surgery.

What are you guys doing in here?

A plasma blade was used to
cut Dr. Reeger's tires today,

and, uh, I'd like to
take a look at yours.

Why would I slash Ethan's tires?

Friendly partnership turned
into deadly competition.

But I wouldn't kill him.

I'd still like to take a look at yours.

It's in here.

- No, it's not here.
- But I used it yesterday. Then I put it in my bag.

I remember because Ethan was arguing
with that burn patient of his.

Is that the patient?

- That's the guy.
- Okay. What were they arguing about?

You learn to read your patients.

If they won't tell you how
their injuries happened,

either they were abused or
they're into something illegal.

This guy wouldn't talk.

Ethan got nervous, told
him he was going to drop it.

- I'm sorry.
- No. No, no. You can't stop working on me now.

That is unethical. And you know what?

If I get wind from the cops
that you've told them about me--

and believe me, I know which way the wind
blows-- I will put you in hell myself.

What are you looking at, dork?

They took off right after that.

Saris saw him put the blade in the bag.

He took the blade and used
it to cut Reeger's tire.

I'll check the bag for prints.

You think this Saris guy killed Ethan?

Why didn't you come forward?

Are you kidding? I'm not
messing with that guy.

- He was Ethan's problem.
- But now, he's your problem... Doctor.

Checking up on me, Horatio?

You'll be very happy
to know I have a job.

I took your advice.

- Got things straight...
- Ron Saris... He's alive.

Wait a minute. That's impossible.

He died in that explosion.

His body was never recovered, Julia.

- And you think I know where he is.
- No. That's not why I'm here.

Then why are you here, Horatio?

I'm here because I believe
he's going to come after you.

Why now?

I don't know yet. But be prepared.

I wish we could do
something about the blood,

because every time it sprays across
the lens, I can't see anything.

The blood is kind of translucent
for a coagulant, right?

- Yeah.
- Maybe we can see through.

If I increase the contrast and color-time
the image and favor the red values.

See? There. Now, we can see
through it. Well, kind of.

Yeah, but then, what about
the rest of the image?

Because now that's all blown out.

Well, we won't need
it. This is a duplicate.

And if I replace the original blood
with the translucent version...

- It disappears.
- Well, it's still there, just less so.

- Let's run it forward.
- Okay.

Wait a minute. What was that?

What's what? I didn't see anything.

It was just right on
the edge of the frame.

- Will you rewind it just a little bit?
- Sure.

Right there.

Judging by that watch, I'd
say we're looking at a dude.

Let's push in on the watch.

What about clarity?

The grain's too big this close.

This camera wasn't made for micro.

It's a little fuzzy,
but... it's engraved.

"Dillinger High MVP 2008."

Let's take a look at
the Dillinger yearbook.

Hi, Detective. I'm Bonnie.

Detective Tripp.

Oh, and this, uh... this
is, uh... CSI Duquesne.

Lucas, please have a seat.

Thanks for coming down, Lucas.

Your, uh, girlfriend can wait
outside, if you don't mind.

You are too sweet, but
I'm actually his mother.

Oh, really? Sorry about that.

No. No worries. It happens all the time.

So, why did you want to question my son?

Mrs. Galinetti, we believe that your son Lucas
may have been involved in a murder this morning.

We've taken this still from a camcorder
that we discovered at the scene.

We tracked that watch to your school.

I guess you had a great arm last season.

I'm sorry. Who was murdered?

Dr. Ethan Reeger.

That's my doctor.

Look, I was just going to
talk to him, that's all.

Talk to him about what?

To tell him to stay away from you.

Lucas, why would you want to do that?

'Cause he ruined my mom.

- How do you mean?
- All right...

See this? This was my mom.

It's just over a year ago.

- It's like a totally different person.
- Give me that, Lucas.

- I'm still your mother.
- No, you're not.

Look at her, okay?

Dr. Reeger didn't just change
her looks; he changed her.

She used to be there when
I got back from school.

Now she's too busy getting
ready to hit the clubs.

And some nights, she
doesn't even come home.

- And I know that she's sleeping with some random guy.
- That's enough.

Mrs. Galinetti, please.

Lucas, I need you to be honest with me.

Did you kill Dr. Reeger?

No.

No. Mom, you got to believe me. I...

I followed him from his office,
but I got lost along the way.

When I found his car again at that house,
I thought I'd just wait for him to come out.

But that's when I found the blood.

What the hell?

Are you going to arrest him?

I'll take that as a no, then.

So, until you can actually prove that he
did anything, you leave my son out of this.

Let's go, Lucas. Come on.

Calleigh? Calleigh,
I finally cracked it.

The case?

The mites, the ones we found
in Dr. Reeger's remains.

Oh, good. Do you know
who they came from?

No, but I know how they got there.

Where are his biologicals?

They've been moved down to autopsy.
Tell me what you're looking for.

Hair.

So, Travers figured out that
the mites are hair mites.

All right, well, we know that the hair
doesn't belong to Dr. Reeger. It's too long.

So, he must have grabbed a handful of his
killer's hair before he went in the chipper.

Yeah, it's possible.

Althoughwhat sticks for me on that is
that our suspect list is full of people

who take care of themselves and
obviously, some of them way too much, so...

What if the hair didn't
originally come from our killer?

- You mean, someone transferred it onto Dr. Reeger?
- Yeah.

Someone that died a long time
ago and on another continent.

Take a look at this. You see the dark
band at the end of the strand of hair?

- Yeah.
- That's the hair's root.

It looks putrefied.

It's because it came
from a decomposing corpse.

Some foreign wig companies-- they get their
raw materials from, let's say, unwilling donors.

Can you imagine how you'd feel if you discovered
your doctor gave you one of those wigs?

Mrs. Corbett, we know
that you wear a wig.

My hair was damaged from so
many years of treating it.

Dr. Reeger said I would
look better with one.

Did Dr. Reeger provide it for you?

Yes. Why?

We believe that he pulled strands from your
wig when you pushed him into the wood chipper.

Some human hair wigs are made
in less than sanitary conditions.

- Uh, they have mites.
- Let me just stop you right there.

Like the rest of me...

mine's synthetic.

May I, uh...

It is.

Now, could you please leave?

Mrs. Corbett, we're sorry. I...

hope you understand we
have to follow every lead.

I am so sorry, Mrs. Corbett.

after we spoke earlier,
I remembered something.

Something Dr. Reeger said.

You asked me what he
wanted me to look like.

I think it was someone else.

I don't understand. You
should look like her.

And when he realized that I...

would never look like
that, he gave up on me.

Do you have any idea
who he was referring to?

I don't.

I... I couldn't bring myself to ask him.

How long ago did you begin treatments?

Almost three years ago.

That's around when
Dr. Reeger's wife died.

Can you pull up the accident
file on Marni Reeger?

Her daughter said she died in
a car collision two years ago.

You pulled up Bonnie Galinetti.

No, that's Marni Reeger.
That's the doctor's dead wife.

She looks exactly like Bonnie.

Pull up Dr. Reeger's
patient files on Bonnie.

That's why Dr. Reeger stopped
working on Mrs. Corbett.

He finally got it right with Bonnie.

You're accusing me of pushing
Ethan into a wood chipper?

This is just as crazy as
trying to pin it on my son.

Please sit down, Mrs. Galinetti.

Here's a warrant.

- For what?
- To obtain a hair sample.

Hard evidence comes in many forms,
Mrs. Galinetti, even microscopic.

- What is that?
- That's your hair magnified 200 times,

and all those mites that are feeding on the dead
human hair that was used to make your extensions.

We found the same hair mites on Dr. Reeger
when we pulled him out of the wood chipper.

Oh, my God, get it off! Get it off!

The more work Ethan did on
me, the happier I became...

in life...

and with him.

He's the man that Lucas
said you were sleeping with?

It was more than that.

I loved him.

I thought that he loved
me. Until this morning.

I brought you some breakfast,

and I thought that maybe we could
play doctor before anyone comes.

It is tempting.

But I have a few house calls.

I'll tell you what.

When I'm done, I'll take
the rest of the day off.

I love you.

All those operations, all that pain.

He never loved me.

He loved his dead wife.

So you followed him
to the Corbetts' house.

I wanted him to realize
what he had done.

Bonnie? Did you follow me?

Don't you mean Marni?

Isn't that who I am to you?

Now, now, get away from
there. You could hurt yourself!

I can't live with what
you've done to me...

but I hope that you can.

No, no, no, no, don't do it!

I can't lose you again, Marni!

Mrs. Galinetti, was your son involved?

No. No, I had no idea that he was there.

He must have come after I left.

Oh, my God.

What is Lucas gonna do without me?

Horatio, I wanted you to
hear this from me first.

Ron Saris has been placed in a
confidential informant program.

We can use this guy to play the
other side. It's what he does.

Then you don't seethis as a...

as a dangerous gamble?

Well, it's already paid
off.He's arranged a 75-kilo deal,

and he's getting one of our
undercover cops inside the factory.

Horatio... let me make
this clear for you.

Any interference with Saris,
violation of department policy.

anks for the heads-up, Rick.

So, you heard the news, right? Right?

You and me-- we're gonna
be working together?

You know...

you-you have to have a
little more faith in humanity.

Me, I'm a changed man. I am.

I mean, I'm working
for the good guys now...

to protect and to serve.

You know? I organize a couple of
wiretaps, a seizure here, raid there.

Who knows, man, maybe they'll even
give me my own badge like yours.

Your wife survived the attack.

Yeah, I heard about
that-- terrible.

You know, I had a name
of a pretty good doctor.

It's too bad he's dead.

On second thought, maybe I
don't want a badge after all.

You want to pull your gun out right
now, you want to blow my brains out,

but that badge, it's the only
thing stopping you, isn't it?

I know you took the blade.

Well, it's too bad you didn't
get any prints on it then.