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Yeah. One of the gals
fished him out of the pool,

and the owner called me.

No one's touched the body since.

Where's your coroner?

Couldn't get him on the horn.

Probably out in some barn,

up to his elbows in a cow's vagina.

Excuse me?

Yeah. Coroner's a part time
gig here in Bryant County.

He's a veterinarian.
That's his money gig.

Control, this is CSI Sidle.

We're going to need a coroner for
that 419 out at the Sugar Cane Ranch.

Copy that.

Excuse me, ladies.

It's a strange crowd for a cathouse.

Sheriff!

Did you hear about my wife?

Somebody shot my wife.

No, I'm telling ya they shot my wife.

Yeah. Okay. All right. Okay.
All right. Settle down, Milton.

Settle down. Okay.

What about the...?

His wife died about ten
years ago of a stroke.

What is with all the old
timers out here tonight?

They live here.

Yeah, all over these hills.
Cheap rents, abundant sunshine...

Life is good here in Bryant County.

Guy's name is Lorenzo Morales.

"Happy" Morales?

I saw him fight Leroi Steele at
The Sands a couple of years ago.

Took a vicious beating.

Never touched the mat once.

Well, he's definitely
down for the count.

Listen. I want to tell you something.

George and Doris
Babinkian own this place.

Run a real tight ship.

Never had a problem in all
the years they've been here.

Just good people. Pay their taxes,

provide employment,
pillars of the community.

You know, last month
actually, they had a...

Ned, you left this in my room again.

Thanks. Thanks, Aimee.

She...

Look at this.

Gunshot wound?

Maybe.

He's got a contusion over his right eye.

Could be associated with the incident.

Well, he was a boxer.

Feels like bathwater.
It's got to be 90 degrees.

There's no way we're going
to get an accurate T. O. D.

Places like this always
keep their pools warm.

Encourages the girls to swim topless.

It's good for business.

So they tell me.

So when was the last
time you saw the deceased?

It was, like, an hour ago, when
they took him away on that cart.

No, I... you know, I meant the
last time you saw him alive.

I saw him around noon yesterday.

Made him his favorite meal.

Meat.

Yeah. Mr. Babinkian...

You call me Binky.
Everybody call me Binky.

Okay, Binky, tell me about...

Lorenz? Everybody call him Happy.

What? Does everybody have
a nickname around here?

Not me. I'm just Doris. Nut?

No, thank you, Doris.

So tell me about Happy.

Happy, Happy. He was a
fighter. He was a born boxer.

He had speed, he had skills,
he had heart, he had...

punch!

You know, four years ago,

he was a top ranked middleweight.

- That's right.
- Yeah. But he...

I don't know... stumble into hard times.

Oh, yeah? What do you mean?

You know. Boompa, boompa
sniff, sniff. Like, party time.

And I... I mean,

I buy his contract, I take him
out here, I give him a double wide.

I build him a gym to
train him, and I train him.

- I can make him a champion.
- He did that.

You took a boxer who likes to
party to a whorehouse to train?

Do you think that was smart?

Well, in hindsight,
maybe not so good idea.

So, anybody have a grudge
against Happy that you know of?

Everybody loved Happy.

Yes.

You... I want you to catch this person.

Find him, please.

And, you know...

anytime your boys need a break,

we have something here
we call a cop special.

You'll like it.

Any girl, no charge and
one complimentary drink...

Oh, two!

Okay, two complimentary drinks.

And one appetizer of your choice here
at the bar. Tonight, we have, uh...?

- Baba ghanoush.
- Yes.

Well, thank you Thank you very much.

You two really run a
mom-and-pop operation.

Oh, thank you.

And now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to talk to the hookers.

Hooking is what girls
do out on the street.

Here we prefer the term
"pleasure provider".

Beer caps, candy wrappers,
cigarette butts, used condoms.

This is one pool

I am not feeling a pressing
need to take a dip in.

Me either.

This chair has taken quite a beating,

and this cigarette looks like it
was just left here and burned out.

Hand me an evidence marker, will you?

There is a stain on the filter.

Could be blood, could be lipstick.

If this fellow was
shot through the throat,

and had a nasty lump on the head,

could be how he ended
up face down in the pool.

Yeah, but there's no blood by the pool.

If he was shot here,
you'd expect spatter.

Back splash could have washed
it away when he hit the water.

I kind of doubt it.

The bloodstains on his shirt
were straight up and down.

They had time to settle in.

I think he was shot somewhere else,

and just got dumped in here.

Well,

it sounds like we need to play...

"find the bullet".

All right. Open up, please.

Honey, come see me later.

I can show you a better way to get DNA.

So did you see Lorenzo
"Happy" Morales last night?

No.

I don't think so.

- No?
- No.

Did you hear any gunshots?
Any shouting? Anything unusual?

No.

No.

So what did you do last night?

A guy came in, and he
brought his 18-year-old son,

and I made him a man.

I popped his man cherry.

Oh, the usual stuff. I
had a pretty good night.

I tickled a guy.

That's it?

I had a cold,

so I stayed in my room and
I read "Pride and Prejudice".

I have a big fat crush on Mr. Darcy.

I had two... no, three dates.

Then I hung around
the bar and watched tv.

So, what did you think of Happy?

He was fine.

Actually, he was kind of... cute.

And he was...

I mean, I didn't have
nothing against him.

Let me make something clear for you.

This is a homicide investigation.

If you're lying to
me, even a little bit,

I'm going to come down on
you like a load of bricks.

So let me ask you again.

What did you think of Happy?

He was messed up, man.

He took pills to get wood,

then he couldn't even finish.

Plus, he had the windy problem.

What does that mean? He talked too much?

No. He passed gas too much.

He smelled really bad.

I mean, I know you're not supposed to
be sensitive in this line of work...

but that guy could blister paint.

What pissed me off, he
started coming around,

and he just stopped paying for it.

He thought he could get
anything and everything for free.

So, did Doris and Binky
have a problem with this?

Binky had a big problem with it.

You keep your hands off my girls.

Okay?

Hey, this is a whorehouse.

That's what they're here for.

You lazy, fat bum.

Why you don't make yourself
useful around here, eh?

Look at this piece of
falling apart crap of a chair.

You pick up a tool and fix it!

All right?

Doris, uh...

She had a little thing for Mr.
Happy, if you know what I mean.

Did he reciprocate?

What?

Was it a one-way thing
or a two-way thing?

I don't know what you're saying.

Did Binky know?

I don't know.

May I?

Thank you.

These monitors are live
feed only? Nothing taped?

Absolutely not. If we did
that, and word got out,

we'd be out of business in about a week.

But I see that the rooms
are wired for sound as well.

Yeah. Well, that's for
the girls' protection.

And to make sure that
they don't short you

on their financial transactions?

I just spot check from time
to time. I trust my girls.

Did you hear anything
unusual last night?

Believe me, if I had heard anything,
you'd have known about it already.

I want to know what happened
to that poor boy just as much...

just as as much as anybody.

You cared about him.

Happy was a child in
a man's body, you know?

He had no family.

He had nobody.

He was scared.

His big comeback was going nowhere.

He was finished, and he
knew it. Happy knew it.

Binky knew it. Everybody knew it.

25 people here last night,

and nobody sees anything.

Nice hat, honey.

So you've been to a
place like this before?

I worked a murder suicide
at the Naughty Kitty once.

No, no, come on. You know what I mean.

As a customer? No.

You never paid for sex?

I have not.

I find the whole idea very... bleak.

Really?

How come?

Sex should provide the
opportunity for human connection,

but paid sex does the opposite of that.

To me, sex without love is pointless.

It makes you sad.

Well, I'm pretty sure
I don't make you sad.

No. You make me happy.

Methaqualone...

Benzodiazepine...

Antidepressants.

Anabolic steroids,

beta blockers,
high-blood-pressure meds,

Prevalis.

There's no prescription labels.
It's all written in spanish.

Looks like a lot of this stuff
came from south of the border.

Blood drops on the floor.

Smears on the furniture and the walls.

This might be where they
ran the opening bell.

Boxers all end up the same,

beaten, broken and forgotten.

Yeah, Joe Louis, George Foreman, Ali,

Marciano, Frazier,
Tyson, who are those guys?

Genitals are distended and patchy

and covered with large red welts.

Testicles are swollen,

roughly three time the average size.

Scrotum is filled with fluid.

It's consistent with
cardio edema or an STD.

Maybe an infection of some kind.

Either that or this guy's got
the world's ugliest Johnson.

Okay, I'll just slice the scrotal
sac and draw out a fluid sample.

Oh, doc, could you wait
till I leave? Thanks.

This guy's got a nasty
crack on his head.

Yeah. Probably a fracture.

Wouldn't surprise me if there was
a hematoma to go along with it.

There's linear markings
on the contusion.

Looks like letters of some kind.

What is that?

I think it's backwards.

I- N-C-H.

Please, listen.

You make me close down my
doors, cop cars in front!

It's not good for the business.

I know a man die here,

but dead is dead. I lose my shirt.

Are the girls allowed to keep any
weapons in the room for self defense?

No weapons. Strictly forbidden.

Then you won't mind if I
check for myself, right?

What do you mean, check for yourself?

How long will this take?

As long as it takes.

As long as it takes.

Your mother sleep with Azerbaijani.

Dreama Little.

Is that your real name?

Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to
whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me.

Do I look like Paula Abdul to you?

My daddy gave me that name
'cause he liked that song.

All right.

Happy was hit in the head with
a crowbar we found in your room.

You wiped off your fingerprints, but you
didn't wipe off his blood from the grooves.

He was always...

coming up to my room,

getting all up on me.

He liked them other girls, but

he was obsessed with me.

Look, look what he did.

He punched me right there
in the ribs just for fun.

Stupid.

Then he flipped me over and then
he started punching me back here.

Every night, drunk, crazy, messed up.

Whether he could get it up or not.

Last night I was just about
to take my week off to bleed,

and I wasn't in the mood.

No!

So yeah...

I hit him.

So what?

He deserved it.

It didn't even drop him.
He just wandered off.

I'm going to let you
in on a little secret.

You don't get to decide whether
you kill somebody or not.

I just explained to you...

You whacked him on the side
of the head with a crowbar.

- I know, but I didn't... He came over...
- That's assault with a deadly weapon.

It doesn't matter whether
he wandered off or not.

He's bleeding from the
brain. If he dies later on,

that's murder on you.

I killed him?

You know, a jury may take into
account the fact that you were abused,

and I hope they do.

But you're not gonna
just walk out of here.

I killed him!

You know,

sometimes it helps to write it down.

OK...

Yes.

Understand you'll be talking to the girl

who crowbared the boxer.

Well, yes Dr. I'm actually
with her right now.

Well actually I'm with him right now.

That blow to the head
wouldn't doing much good.

But it's definitely not what killed him.

The blow to the forehead caused
bruising to the right frontal lobe.

It's significant, but
definitely sublethal by itself.

And what are those gray spots?

Just old scar tissue.

See it on boxers all the time.

It's impossible to know
what kind of brain damage

the guy was already living with.

So what killed him?

In addition to the brain trauma
and the holes in his throat,

he has needle marks on his
thighs, arms and buttocks.

I don't know for certain
what he was shooting up.

Still waiting for tox.

Well, he was found
floating facedown in a pool,

so let's start with the obvious.

Any evidence of drowning?

His lungs were partially
filled with blood and water.

However,

the neck wound transected the
trachea below the epiglottis.

So the air and the water could
have entered passively postmortem.

Well, the entry and the exit
are the same size, but...

it doesn't look like
a bullet wound to me.

No, it seems more like a
straight through puncture.

The bruising here is
more developed than here.

At this point, all I can say
for sure is the neck wound

occurred before the blow to the head.

Okay.

Catherine said we might not be
looking for a bullet anymore.

She happen to say what
we are looking for?

Not a bullet.

Well, it looks like we have blood
drops heading towards Happy's trailer.

Hey! You kids

- You caught your, caught your guy?
- No, sir.

- You going to catch him?
- We certainly hope so.

Well,

think this might be of...

...some help?

I told you, somebody shot my wife.

Come in. I'll show you.

There is what appears
to be blood on the shaft.

I told 'em. I told 'em,
but would they listen?

No, no, just an old man
running off at the mouth.

- Did you see this happen?
- No.

Woke up this morning
and found it like that.

"I shot an arrow into the air, And
it fell to earth I know not where.

"Oh, so swiftly it flew,

"The sight could not
follow it in its flight."

- Long, Long...
- Sir.

- That's, that's really sweet.
- That's Longfellow.

What do you kids know about poetry?

Nick, arrow came in through that window.

Yeah.

Even an idiot could see that.

Hey, Sara.

Found another arrow shot in the
ground near that old tool shed.

Maybe the shooter got nervous.

Well, to work in a brothel you're required
to register your fingerprints, so...

- I'm almost done here. I'll catch up.
- Okay.

I'll let you know if we get lucky.

"A long time afterward, in an oak

"I found the arrow, still unbroke
And the song, from beginning to end,

"I found again in the
heart of a friend."

Keep the faith, Milton.

Connor.

Honey, are you asleep?

Connor.

Hello, Doris.

Are you drunk?

No.

Not too much. What's up, dude?

Mr. Foster, we're going to need to
talk to you down at the police station.

- Okay? -
Okey-doke.

Okay... So I shot Happy.

I hated that guy. But
it was self-defense.

Self-defense, really? How?

I myself was trying to defend the girls.

They needed me to protect them.

They depended me on that.

So that's what I done.

This guy was a monster!

He was all puffed up...

like some big-ass...

lizard monster guy.

So this is your idea of
an assassination attempt?

This is your Lee Harvey?

You hide behind a tool shed
and shoot him with a crossbow,

which we all know you own. Is that it?

Yeah, but he wouldn't die.

And I'm glad he did.

And anyway, I wasn't
the one that killed him.

He just...

kept coming at me.

- He wouldn't lie down.
- Right.

- It was horrible.
- Connor.

You shot a guy in the neck, and
you don't think you killed him?

Well, how do you know
you didn't kill him?

How do you know he didn't
stagger off somewhere and...

you know, drop dead in the pool?

I'm liking you for Happy's murder.

I'm liking you a lot.

But I didn't kill him! And I'd
do it again if I had a chance!

I killed him?

Yeah.

I killed him?

I killed him!

- Are you gonna get that?
- Yeah.

Listen, I just got a confession from
the crossbow guy, so we're all set.

Well, then I am sorry to ruin your day,

but I certainly appreciate the company.

Your guy might be the shooter...

but he's not the killer.

He-he's not... What do you mean?

- I mean...
- It's not him.

Happy was on the verge
of anaphylactic shock.

His trachea was almost
completely blocked.

And then he got shot.

The arrow reopened his airway,

in essence gave him an
emergency tracheotomy.

So the guy took an
arrow through the throat

- and it prolonged his life?
- Apparently.

And what are the odds of it
not hitting a major artery?

Whatever comes right before zero.

So C.O.D. is anaphylactic shock?

Not entirely.

The epiglottal tissues
are only slightly swollen,

which suggests the anaphylaxis
had enough time to subside.

- Not now, David.
- I'm sorry

but Happy's antigen assay came back.

The anaphylaxis was a
reaction to shellfish.

I didn't find any seafood in
his stomach or small intestine.

Just six and a half pounds
of undigested red meat.

- Well, that explains the flatulence.
- And nothing else.

- Anything?
- No shellfish yet

but plenty of used condoms,

as well as antifungal powder,

vaginal lubricant, hair balls,

toenail clippings, hemorrhoid cream

and lice-killing shampoo.

Somehow, the whole brothel
mystique is wearing thin.

I found a couple of syringes, too.

I thought these girls were
supposed to be drug-free.

Well, maybe there's a legitimate
medical reason for that.

Yeah. That's why it was stuffed
inside of a tampon applicator.

You know, I kind of
feel bad for these girls.

Don't feel too bad.

They have health benefits, good pay.

Women get regular checkups.

The industry is
well-regulated, as opposed to

picking a hooker up off the street.

Does she have a disease?
Multiple diseases?

Is she crazy? Is she gonna roll you?

Where do you go? Do
you do it in your car?

Behind a building? Down a dark alley?

So you drive around,
scared out of your mind.

You finally get the nerve
up, pick one you like,

call her over,
she gets in-

Next thing you know, you're
down on the pavement, cuffed,

'cause she's an undercover
cop, but luckily,

you're three months shy
of your 18th birthday,

so when you call your
mom to come get you,

it doesn't go on my permanent record.

Okay.

We've got a winnah!

The prints on the shrimp tails
all came back to George Babinkian,

but whoever was eating the shrimp
was wearing lavender lipstick-

so I'm guessing it wasn't Binky.

Well, that's Doris' color.

Doc was bothered there
was no sign of shellfish

in Happy's digestive tracts,

so he went back and
checked the genital area...

There are clear indications that the
point of entry of the anaphylaxis...

was through the urethra.

Oh... Yeah.

You know, when I talked to the girls,

they told me that Doris
and Happy had a thang.

You add Binky into the mix, and that
is one nasty little love triangle.

So, are we making progress?

Well, actually, it's a...
it's a very complicated case.

We were hoping maybe
you'd help us out a little.

Well, of course, gentlemen, anything.

Well, apparently, Happy was in the midst

of a life-threatening
anaphylactic collapse.

Do you know what that means?

It's a very heavy allergy attack...

to shellfish.

But the strange thing is,
the allergen, it seems,

was introduced into Happy's system
through oral-genital contact.

I have no idea what
you're talking about now.

Now...

Gentlemen, she's very hot my wife.

She was very fond of... of this boxer.

- Apparently.
- Will you excuse us?

I would like to... comfort
and talk to my wife.

Well, no, wait a minute, wait a minute.

No. I think it'll be
all right. Go ahead.

Thank you, thank you.

Take your time.

What was that about?

These rooms are all wired for sound.

We can't use this as evidence.

They have no expectation
of privacy in those rooms.

Binky and Doris are
the ones who wired them,

and they listen to their
clients all the time.

That's why you did it.

That's why you fed me the shrimp.

I feed you shrimps because I love you.

- And you love shrimp, no?
- Don't play dumb with me, George.

Somehow you figured out
that Happy was allergic.

Oh, you crazy talk, crazy.

No, it's all clear to me now.

How long have you known?

Known about what?

About me and Happy.

You were doing boxer?

Screw you, George.

You know damn well I was.

I don't care of you
have your flingy-flingys.

We're living in America, no?

I mean everybody's entitled
to pursuit of happy.

What's done is done, Doris.

He was turning into
big drag. He's dead now.

May God take his soul and rest.

You're setting me up, George.

I...

Now don't you shush me, George.

You know what?

You've pulled some really
out-to-lunch crap in your life, George,

but this... is...

- What you just said...
- I didn't mean it.

That was just crazy talk.

Yeah.

Yeah. I mean, nobody would
ever possibly believe,

not for a single solitary moment,

I mean not for a single solitary
moment, that you, that I, that Happy...

Oh, come here, baby, baby, come. Oh.

I love you...

I love you...

- I love you...
- I love you, too.

And I love you both.

Let's go. You're under arrest.

Binky used Doris

to induce Happy's
allergic reaction to shrimp

as a sort of test her fidelity...

And Happy ends up dead.

Not bad. Who's Brass going to charge?

Don't bother.

You can't charge either one.

On secondary examination of the body,

I noticed a patch of necrotic
skin on the right calf.

Looked like a bite of some kind.

So I sent blood off for prothrombin time

and blood venom ratio.

It came back positive for snake venom.

Smashed with a crowbar,
shot by a crossbow,

poisoned by shrimp and
now bitten by a snake?

Sort of. Happy had western diamondback
rattlesnake venom in his system

The real deal

but it wasn't from a bite.

I histoed the wound and
checked the cross-section.

Snake bite punctures
are typically curved...

Yeah, these are straight.

And one's deeper than the other.

Look like needle marks.

As you can see, the tissue around
he wound was pretty badly degraded.

Greg found this in the trash
of one of the girls' rooms.

Which girl?

So I think you'll be happy to know that

your little crowbar
stunt didn't kill Happy.

- Really?
- Really.

That's great. That's like
I told you. So can I go now?

Well, don't you even
want to know how he died?

Well...yeah, okay.

You know, it was the damnedest thing.

He had snake venom in his system.

A snakebite.

Isn't that a hoot?

Yeah, that's just what it is: a hoot.

You know,

there's a bunch of those
rattlers all up over those hills.

I bet he just...

Oh, he wasn't bitten.
No, he was injected.

Yeah.

Somebody took a syringe
full of snake venom

and injected it in his leg.

I don't know nothing about that.

Oh, we found the syringe
with the venom in it

and your DNA on it in
the tube you hid it in.

I mean, you might have
walked on the crowbar thing,

but this is premeditated.

And that can be very, very bad for you.

Look, I know that you and
Connor did this together.

He's already going down
for the crossbow shot.

That's probably why he gave you up.

He-he blamed... He blamed it on me?

He said that you cooked up the
whole thing from top to bottom.

Connor would never say that.

He was in love with me.

Are you saying that faking
the snakebite was his idea?

No.

Connor ain't that smart.

It was my idea.

My daddy was a serpent
handling preacher.

My people all had the holy fire.

I had it, too, but mine came from below.

I caught and milked that rattler.

Dreama said she did it?

By herself?

That's right.

You're going to walk
out of here a free man.

And she's going to jail,
and you can visit her

every third Thursday until
she's a very old lady.

Is that the way you want it to be?

- No.
- Well, that's the way it's going to be.

Unless you can convince me she's lying

just to save your sorry ass.

That ain't the way it went down.

Dreama thought it up, but
I'm the one who stuck it in.

Come on,

put it in.

Go back sleep. That's okay.

Two holes.

Two?

Two holes.

And then I went and I dumped
his body into the culvert.

Me, by myself.

Right now the D.A.'s not
sure who he's going to charge.

What he needs from us is the most
accurate timeline we can provide.

Well, according to tox,

the hemolytic component of the
venom had time to break down tissue,

which means that it had to have been
in his system at least a few hours.

So the fake snakebite is round one.

Happy's down... but not out.

Well, that gets Dreama and Connor for
attempted murder with conspiracy to commit.

And earlier that night, Binky
fed Doris some jumbo tiger shrimp,

knowing that she'd eventually
find Happy for round two.

Dreama!

Oye, mamita.

I don't feel too good.

Come here, baby.

I know what you need.

I'm going to make you feel all better.

Come to Doris, baby.

Doris administers some
very special first aid...

and Happy's little soldier
swells to battalion size.

Babinkian knew about
that shellfish allergy-

That's intent, right?

In any event, Binky
and Doris lawyered up.

They're sticking together.

How romantic.

So, now Happy is not so happy,

because he'd heading
into anaphylactic shock.

According to narco, Happy had
epinephrine in his trailer,

which is probably what he was
trying to get to in round two.

That's assault with a deadly weapon.

But not necessarily murder.

So the field tracheotomy

buys un-happy enough
time to get the epi.

At this point, you'd think he
would've just called it a night.

Watched a little tv,
hit the sack, but no.

Dreama.

I'm going to get you, you little bitch.

Which brings us to round four.

The T.K.O.

You do know what a good defense attorney

is going to say to all this, don't you?

- What?
- The lawn chair did it.