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Hey, this place is a dump.

I'm telling you, this bitch is loaded
and no one's seen her for weeks.

What the hell. This place is trashed. Hey,
man, you trying to make me look stupid?

No, man. I swear. Somebody
must have beat us to it.

What the hell is this?

I'm out, man.

Gentlemen, put your hands
on your heads, please.

Smudges. Nothing but smudges.
Doesn't anybody use formica anymore?

First thing we did when we saw this
was call you guys. Didn't touch a thing.

So you going to open it?

Eventually.

This is going to take all day.

Sun Tzu once said, "If you wait by the river long
enough, the bodies of your enemies will float by."

But those were brutal times.

Hey, hold up.

Warrick?

Hey, David. Give me a minute and
let me clear a path here, okay?

All right, I'm not going anywhere.

All right.

There's at least four
weeks of mail here, Grissom.

Four weeks of 100 degree days, zero percent
humidity. Eventually, the body tissues sublimate ...

... cell fluids vaporize ...

... and all that's left ...
proteins, fats and minerals.

Turns a grape into a raisin.

Well, the desert was making
mummies long before the Egyptians.

Take a look at this.

And look at her fingers.

She tried to claw her way out.

Yeah. Which means she was
alive when she was entombed.

She was supposed to be, like, this old widow, right? Like,
always going out to dinner and coming home with shopping bags.

Bitch had insurance money and word was that
she kept it in a box hidden under her bed.

A retired grade-school teacher living on a
pension .. Listen, man, we didn't kill her.

No, I know that. What I want to know is, other than the back
door, did you or your partner touch anything in the house?

No. There was nothing
left to touch, man.

Hey, Griss.

Don't you think this is kind of odd?

A woman who spends the time making tea like this
leaves a chunk of chocolate cake on the counter.

With a big bite out of it? Yeah.

Some crack head brutalizes an old lady, leaves
her in a closet, and grabs a snack on the way out.

Hopefully. Take it back to the lab.

Oh! Shut up! Get in! Oh!

Fluoroscope showed no bullet or stab wounds, and apart from multiple
fractures of her fingers and hands, no other apparent injuries.

So whoever boarded her up in the
closet maybe didn't intend to kill her.

Yeah. They must have thought somebody'd
find her -- a friend or relative.

She lived alone. Only relative was
a nephew. Brass is looking for him.

Live alone, die alone. In this
case, from massive dehydration.

Rule of threes: Three minutes without air, three
days without water, and three weeks without food.

Three days must have
felt like three years.

Warrick said you found a possible print
at the scene. Need to rule hers out?

Yeah. Also need a dental
impression. Well, that'll be easy.

So, what do we have here?

Well, boy was out playing, found the weapon, fired one
shot, dropped the weapon. No one's touched it since.

Hmm.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Nathan. How's your foot?

I got a rocket ship band-aid.

Hmm. Yeah, I see that. Mrs. Timmel, does
the gun belong to someone in the house?

No, absolutely not. My husband
and I don't believe in guns.

We moved here from the city
because it was supposed to be safer.

Nathan, where did you find the gun?

Seymour found it. Seymour?

His imaginary friend. Oh.

So, you were playing with Seymour,
and he found the gun where?

Over there.

Well, where exactly?

In the backyard.

Was it buried? Did you dig it up? Nope.

Will you ever play
with guns again? Nope.

We don't need an I.D ...

Oh, the nephew said he wanted to see
her. Insisted on it. Made me curious.

You Connor Foster?

Yeah. I'm sorry I'm late. I got
lost. This is the morgue, huh?

You have to prepare yourself for this.

Your aunt was found in an
advanced state of decomposition.

Oh, this is messed up.
This is really messed up.

Whoa! She just moved. Did you see that?

I'm telling you, she just moved.

Sometimes, when you see the body of someone you know,
someone you've seen move before, you want them to move.

That's not her. This lady's too thin. That's not
her skin, either. My aunt always wore sunblock.

Dry mouth. Diaphoresis.
Red eyes, dilated pupils.

Huh?

It means you're high.

I got to go. We'd like you to stay.

Where are you living these days, Connor?

At the YMCA off industrial,
near the underpass.

Nice. How's work?

I don't have a job. I used to.

Yeah. Yeah, two years ago, your aunt reported a pearl necklace
stolen. You were busted trying to hock it at a pawn shop.

She dropped those charges.

Oh, sure. Anything for
her favorite nephew.

And what have you done for her? She was lying in a coat
closet for over a month. You didn't call. You didn't stop by.

I don't call her much. We
only have dinner on holidays.

Whenever she sees me,
it makes her kind of sad.

Do you get the munchies?

When? When you're high.

Do you like cake?

No, I go for burgers. Sonic.

How would you like to make
a dental impression for us?

I'll do whatever you guys want.

Hey, Rich. Whatcha got for me?

Found this somewhere
where it didn't belong.

Unregistered. No prints.

Huh. Sweet piece. Mm-hmm.

0.32 beretta tomcat. Titanium frame, stainless
steel barrel and slide. Super lightweight.

Yeah, light enough for a
five year old to use. Ouch.

He's okay. Thank god. Good.

0.32 caliber. Not many
of these in circulation.

Well, that's a good thing. Potentially.

Okay. Here we go. Okay.

Two shots!

There's showing up for work
and there's doing your job.

Warrick brought in a 0.32 auto
coroner's bullet last week.

D.B. in Maslow Park. You
just found the murder weapon.

Frank Maddox. 47-year-old white
male. Professional bounty hunter.

Single 0.32 round in the side of his
head. Bruises on his face and chest.

Autopsy ruled those
premortem. At least a day old.

It was a close shot, non-contact, downward
angle. No primer residue on the hands.

T.O.D. was approximately 2:00 A.M. No one
found the body until 7:00 A.M. A lot of wind

Warrick, your notes are great.
Let the case speak for itself.

I got to go see my mummy.

You know, I could've sworn I heard
Grissom telling you to do this.

Yeah? You know what rolls downhill?

Apparently bloated fingertips.

Come on, you got a lot
of new skills to master.

Field work's a little messier
than your test tubes and your GCMS.

Yeah, and a lot less accurate.

One continuous motion, nice and easy.

That's not bad. Keep
practicing. Nine more to go.

Hey. Hey.

I heard about your mummy
in the closet. Very cool.

Yeah, and we get a 406 in
Henderson. Want to trade?

Nothing spells
excitement like a B and E.

Who is it? Las Vegas police, sir.

Hey. We received a phone call
from a neighbor about a break in.

Yeah, yeah, I'm, uh, sorry, officers.

There's been a misunderstanding.

My daughter, she had some friends over tonight
without my permission, and, um, they started drinking.

They got out of control.
They broke some stuff.

A couple of windows, but, uh, you know, we
got it under control, we're cleaning it all up.

So I apologize for the trouble.

No trouble at all, sir. You
have a good night now. Thanks.

"To protect and serve."

Are you boys ready
for softball on Sunday?

Ready to kick your ass, Stokes.

See you back at the lab. All
right. You're ready to kiss my what?

You heard me.

I need to go to the hospital. Please.

Suzanna, if you were
sexually assaulted ...

It was a party. It just got out of control. All
I need is an AIDS test and a morning after pill.

Date rape is still rape.

Thank you for clearing that up.

Hey. Hi.

Does she ...? Does she have
to be in here for this? No.

Bye. Thank you. Okay.

Go ahead and put this on, okay?

We're going to need
full-body photographs.

If she can't talk, the kit's
going to have to do it for her.

Okay.

Your, uh, mummy prints.

Warrick's getting sloppy.

Yeah, someone should really
have a talk with that guy.

What's that? Dessert.

Look, I thought we were done.

Well, sir, we need a list of all
the kids who were here tonight.

Why? Mrs. Kirkwood, Mr. Kirkwood,
your daughter has been raped.

What did she tell you?

We're going to need
to search the premises.

You can't. It's my house.

You don't have a choice.
We have a warrant.

I'm going to have to ask you
folks to step outside. Thank you.

I'll take the girl's room.

Yeah, I'll take the master.

So, how do we know we're
dealing with the same suspect?

We don't.

Table against the closet door, chair
shoved under the knob. It is the same M.O.

Any connections between the victims?

Well, both victims were
left alive, we think.

I mean, the old lady's death was probably
unintentional, and the girl's rape was ...

Crime of opportunity?

If you're out to rob somebody's house,
why would you do it when they're home?

The difference between burglary and
home invasion -- infliction of terror.

Talk to the cops? Say a
word, and I'll kill you.

I'll kill you, okay?

Bad guys leave, fear just stays behind.

Maslow Park. All fun and
games till the sun goes down.

So, the bounty hunter
is here at 2:00 A.M.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

Almost guaranteed to run into one of his
skips or some lowlife who knows ere they are.

Well, apparently,
someone found him first.

Hunter becomes the hunted.

A dozen perfect dump sites
within a mile of here.

So, how does the gun end up across town
in the hands of a five-year-old boy?

Drive and dump.

Doesn't make any sense.

You never make it easy, do you?

The center whorls look similar.

Can you generate a composite?

Well, it's all about gestalt.

When the whole of the pattern is
greater than the sum of its parts.

Once I pulled details, I
shrank it back down to 100%.

Here's the thing. Looks like
the bite came from behind.

Well, it was probably easier
to subdue her in that position.

You okay? Yeah.

The occlusal plane looks the same.

And the lateral incisor
overlaps the canine ...

... in both cases.

Same person.

Definitely not the old lady's nephew.

Hey, hey. Two partials equal one
slimeball. Jacqui got a hit through AFIS.

The guy with the closet
fixation is Steve Jansson.

Let's see if he has an
oral fixation as well.

Little Stevie Jansson. How was the
home of the good shepherd, Steve?

Mac and cheese was aces. Juvie offenses don't
mean squat. My record -- it's been expunged.

Expunged, huh? So, what's
this crap you're pulling now?

Two crime scenes, two
prints-- both yours.

And looking at your adult record, this makes strike two
and three with one pitch. That's a real time-saver for us.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Madeline Foster. The Kirkwoods.

I do work for them sometimes. Odd jobs.

So, if we asked The Kirkwoods, they'd
say you were their handyman, huh?

Go ahead. Ask them.

You always help yourself to
something sweet while you work?

Bite it.

I'm saying it now, and I'm saying it
loud. I will bring Terrango to justice.

What makes you think you'll succeed
where so many others have failed?

Failure's not an option.
It never has been.

You feeling me, Terrango? You can keep
on running,but I will keep coming. I will

never stop.

Them's fightin' words.
Did he get his man?

Actually, no. Terrango killed two more people before
another "recovery agent" picked him up in Texas.

Well, that probably hurt business.

Oh, yeah, it did. After that case, his
recovery rate went down practically to zero.

What about suicide?

No. It's a non-contact wound at a
downward angle. It's a textbook murder.

Maybe too textbook. A bounty
hunter would know how to fake it.

Let's check out his
right sleeve. Very odd.

It's unbuttoned
- it's pulled way down. It would explain why there weren't any prints on the gun.

Doesn't explain how
the gun left the scene.

Maybe someone found
it and grabbed it up.

Just to toss it in
suburbia a week later?

We're always looking for a weapon. You'd
think it'd be easier when the weapon finds us.

What's in the scope?

It's polypropylene film. It
was found in the trigger guard.

It's ribbon, for
wrapping presents and ...

You got a theory?

You got ten bucks?

Yeah.

Jansson's dental impression is consistent
with the bite mark on the girl's shoulder.

Consistent, but not conclusive.
I spoke to Mr. Kirkwood.

He wouldn't confirm or deny Jansson's
handyman story. He said he couldn't remember.

And without that, uh ...

Hey, guys, we're screwed.

The semen from the rape kit doesn't belong
to Steve Jansson. No hits off CODIS either.

There was more than one
guy. She was gang-raped.

This gets cheerier by the minute.

Jansson's never going to roll over on
his partner. They're going to do it again.

Yeah.

We've given them no reason to stop.

Hi. My name's Gil Grissom. I'm
with the Las Vegas crime lab.

Suzanna, ...

... I said I'd get it. What do you want? I
already told the police I have nothing more to say.

I think you do. And I need you to speak for
someone who can't speak for herself. Another victim.

I don't care about another victim.

Suzanna, please.

Look, we know that two men broke into your house. We have one
suspect in custody, but we can't hold him unless you talk to us.

I can't help you. I'm
shutting the door now.

Mr. Kirkwood, I've done all
that I can. I need what you saw.

Mr. Grissom, do you
have a wife, children?

No.

Then you can't possibly understand how I
feel. All I am to you is a folder in a drawer.

And if I had a wife and children ...

Then you wouldn't be
here. I can't help you.

Man ... LINDA KIRKWOOD was a
Hoover. She even bleached the sheets.

You know what I don't get? How do they get in?
There's no sign of forced entry at either scene.

Ring the doorbell; that
usually seems to work.

Hey, hey, hey.

What? What is that you
just threw in there?

Leftovers, I guess.

You know that piece of half-eaten shark with cake that Gris and I
found at the old lady Maddie's house? This is from the same restaurant.

Links the victims.

Same night as the home invasion. Signed
by LINDA KIRKWOOD. Dinner for one.

Single women, dining
alone -- easy targets.

All you have to do is follow them home.

Same Restaurant ...

Same waiter?

Uh ... sure, they're regulars. I haven't seen, uh, Maddie in a while, but
Mrs. K. comes in every Thursday while her daughter's at soccer practice.

Well, you know all your
customers this well?

I try to chat up the ones that
come in alone. I feel bad for 'em.

So both women came in alone?

Every week.

Where were you after your
shift on Thursday night?

Oh, uh... I was best man
at my friend's wedding.

The Luxor has that new wedding chapel. You get
it at a discount if you use it on a weekday.

I can give you a number if you ...

Down, boy. Thanks.

Sure.

I kind of doubt that a clean-cut guy like
Ryan is hanging out with snaggletooth Steve.

No, but I'd bet somebody here was.

Hi. Hi.

You here every day?

Seven days a week, till the sun goes down.
I got a wife, a kid, and 2.3 dogs to support.

Do you recognize this man?

Oh, yeah. He was here a few days ago. A
little bigger than my average customer.

Did he buy any balloons?

Four big reds.

I'll take what he bought.

We know Jansson's partner knew
the customers at the restaurant.

Education, employment history and a driver's
license are required for all employees.

I've made a timeline of Steve
Jansson's illustrious life span.

Places he's lived, the places he's been
arrested-- you know, the highlights.

You find any commonalities?

Well, Eric Shultz. Lives
in the same neighborhood.

Jose Cortez. Worked at the Wilson
Street Grill from '93 to '94.

But the busboy, Kelly James -- not only went to the same
high school, but graduated from the same juvie center.

It's always nice when they come
out worse than when they went in.

What do you think?
That's our guy, right?

It's a connection. It's
not enough to compel DNA.

So we have nothing?

No, we have a name, and
we know where he works.

I'll find out where he was the
night the Kirkwoods were invaded.

Lineup's almost ready to go.

Listen, when she I.D.s Kelly James, we're going to
need a DNA sample and an immediate hold, no bail.

He's not a flight risk.

He's a risk.

Hey, Suzanna.

Um, why don't we go hang out until they're ready
for us? We'll get a glass of water or something.

I'm really glad you
decided to come today.

Do you ... you want to
hear something stupid? Sure.

My boyfriend and I had been talking
about having sex for a of couple months.

I always said no because I was
afraid that my parents would find out.

Mr. Kirkwood, I'm sorry.

The other day, I thought you were saying that you
"wouldn't" help me, and now I realize that you 'couldn't'.

I never got a good look at them.

We're ready.

Can she come with me?

I already cleared it
with the Public Defender.

She's 16. I only had two jobs left -- teach her to
think for herself, keep her safe. I got one right.

Here's how this works: There
are five guys in a line.

We're going to ask each of them to step forward,
turn to the side, and then face forward again.

Now, if you want a second look or
you need more time, just let us know.

When you're ready to make a decision,
write it down on this piece of paper.

Remember, you can see them,
but they can't see you. Okay?

He already knows it's me.

Suzanna, you can do
this. I know you can.

Okay.

Number one, please step forward.

Turn to the left. Step back.

Number two, step forward.
Turn to your left.

You know, people say ...

... you never forget.
Truth is... you do forget.

And then you remember.
It makes it worse.

It was like, uh, it's like my brain
... doesn't know where to put it.

You know, it must've run through a million
times in my mind... somebody breaks in.

I get a baseball bat. Get
everybody out the back door.

Call the cops. My family's
safe. And I just stood there ..

Number four, step forward.

Turn to your left.

And when Suzanna was a little girl, Linda made me put
those, um, the child-proof locks on all the kitchen cabinets.

I complained. You know
what she said to me?

She said, uh, "The least we can do
is make her safe in her own house."

Mr. Kirkwood ... you
didn't do anything wrong.

Baby.

Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Shh.

She froze up. She couldn't do it.

Her reaction should be enough.

What do you think?

Well, we've got enough to hold this
Jansson kid, but the other guy...

unless she writes a number
down, there's nothing we can do.

Hey. I'm sorry to hear about your case.

We were so close, you don't even know.

Well, he'll be back.
We'll get him eventually.

Yeah.

Want to go for a ride?

Probably safer than anything
else I had planned. Yeah.

Frank Maddox - bad-ass bounty hunter on his
way down. Loses his rep, loses his edge ...

Loses his manhood. Guess he thought
he had nothing left to live for.

Except maybe one thing:
Going out with his boots on.

He picks a known hot spot,
and waits until it gets dark.

Angles the gun down...

... and the balloons
make it look like murder.

On a windy night, a
balloon can go for miles.

Until ...

... you leave the city to get away from
crime, and guns fall out of the sky.

Get your kit.