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I don't know how
you saw anything

in this weather,
but thanks a lot.

Thanks.

Guy was on his way
to a landscaping job

in Palm Springs.

Saw a body sticking
out of the sand.

Well, out this far,
it's probably a body dump.

Looks like they starved
her to death first.

Well, Jesus fasted
in the desert.

Yeah, but he had a choice.

No clothes, no shoes,

no hair.

Maybe her dome was shaved

'cause she spent time
in the pen.

No right hand, either.

Could have been

disarticulated
by a wild animal.

The only wild animal was
the one who left her out here.

Hey, Grissom.

Conditions are less than ideal.

Is it okay if we just do
a scoop-and-run?

Yeah, David.

Shoe prints, tire treads...
all they are is...

Dust in the wind.

Looks like she was branded.

Emaciated, bald and numbered.

What does that remind you of?

# 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 #

# Oh, you! #

Branding.

A brand is a kind of contract.

Tell that to a bull

when he gets stuck on
his rear with a hot iron.

In that case,
it signifies ownership.

To a Maori tribesman,
or a Marine,

it signifies belonging.

Did you get a liver temp?

Couldn't get
an accurate reading.

You want me to pull
vitreous from the eye?

Yeah.

One eye is much more desiccated
than the other.

Could be an infection.

Take samples from both.

The eye is sequestered space.

Changes that happen
in the blood after death

happen more slowly
in the vitreous.

Could give us
more accurate levels.

Um... Dr. Robbins...

Well, the optic nerve's
been severed.

That kind of defeats the purpose

of an eye transplant,
doesn't it?

Well, an eye transplant's
just the cornea;

It's not the whole eye.

David, check the other eye.

This one's still connected.

Clip it.

Nick, send both eyes

to DNA.
Yeah.

# I keep slipping away #

# Away, away #

# I keep slipping away #

# Away, away #

# I keep slipping away #

# Keep slipping, keep slipping,
keep slipping #

# I keep slipping away #

# Keep slipping, keep slipping,
keep slipping #

# I keep slipping away #

# Keep slipping away #

# My self keeps slipping away #

# Slipping away #

# My self keeps slipping away #

# Slipping away #

# My self keeps slipping
away... #

Pull up a chair.

It's been a long, strange trip

for this poor girl.

I found puncture wounds
around her glandular areas,

from large-gauge needles
commonly used

to draw out fluids.

Maybe she was undergoing

some kind of medical treatment.

What's in this?

I'm not sure.

I found it in her teeth.

Could be from her last meal.

Also, another surprise:

She had a D & C.

Abortion?

Well, maybe polyps, hyperplasia.

Infection?
And how.

Starvation shrinks
a lot of things,

but not your organs.

They're all abscessed.

Yeah, which explains why
I couldn't find the liver.

There's not much left.

What, some kind
of flesh-eating disease?

Necrotizing faciitis.

I've never seen
anything like this.

Typically, streptococcus enters
through an open wound

and starts eating
through the skin,

then uses the bloodstream
as a conduit

to reach the internal organs.

But in her case,
the bacteria started

in her bloodstream;

Hence her skin is fine.

Maybe the puncture wounds
were used to put something in

rather than take something out.

So Henry found oxycodone
and chlorpromazine

in both the right and left eye.

Now, one kills pain

and the other puts
a lid on panic.

Chlorpromazine... they give
that to mental patients.

Yeah, but this gets
so much weirder,

because that
dried-up eyeball...

It actually belongs
to somebody else.

What?

See, the vitreous fluid
from her eyeball showed

that she'd only been
dead for a day;

But the DNA
from the other eyeball...

Well, it was male, and it seems
to have been separated

from its owner for about a week.

So I ran it through CODIS,

and the eyeball belonged

to a Jack Landers,

who is a convicted
sex offender.

Would sticking your eyeball
in a woman's eye socket

constitute a sex offense?

Well, rape is legally defined

as putting an unwanted foreign
object into a genital opening,

so sexual... no...

But offensive... yeah.
Yeah.

Look, guy got out of jail
six weeks ago.

A weenie wagger with two eyes.

As a parolee, he has to check
in with me once a month.

Missed our last appointment,

but before I could file
the paperwork,

he showed up here,
across from his halfway house,

thinking he's Captain Crunch.

They thought he was
piped up on something,

but his urine was clean

and his high hasn't faded.

Hey, Jack.

Captain Jack to you.

Ahoy, mateys.

Captain
Jack, these people want

to ask you some questions.

Orphaned at the age of five.

Stowed away on...
the Good Ship Lollipop.

The sea...

Is an evil mistress.

Spit me out and fed me
to the beast.

A puppet I am.

Hey, Sara, got your message.

No AFIS hits on my Jane Doe,

so I put a bulletin out to
surrounding agencies and the media.

Maybe somebody will recognize
her from the photo.

Where you at right now?

On the train to Crazyville.

Did you get a peek
under the patch?

No, no, no, no.

I, uh, left that

for the doctor.

Jack, look this way.

Okay, Jack, I need you to sit still for me.
Where's my patch?

Come on, look this way.
Draw me sword...

Make you walk the plank.

Jack, were you in an accident

or a recent fight?

Captain Jack...
don't do much recallin'.

Did he have an ocular tumor
or recent surgery?

I have no idea.

He's a suspect
in a murder investigation.

Do you think he's crazy, or...?

I think he's been lobotomized.

Jack, I want you to undress

and put this on for me.

I want to do a
CT scan to confirm,

but in the '3os and '4os,

lobotomies were often
done via the eye socket.

Right, right, but lobotomies...
they're not

a common practice today?

Hardly.

Nick...

Take a look at his arm.

He's not a suspect;
He's a victim.

Jane Doe is number 19.

I know it's tough,

but we're go ing to need you

to identify the body.

Fine.

Someone from the
coroner's office

will get in touch with you.

For reasons I think
we both understand,

I would appreciate
some level of anonymity.

Sure, I'll do my best.

Thank you, Captain Brass.

Thanks for coming in.

The, um...

The Jane Doe is Zoe Kessler.

Her mother saw her
picture on the news

and identified her as
her estranged daughter.

I did a DMV check,

and I have the victim's
last known address.

Good. I'll come with you.

There's some
thing you should know.

The mother's a friend of yours.

Who's that?

Lady Heather.

Apartment 106.

Landlord was getting
ready to evict her.

"Freud, Goethe...

Rilke... " in German.

Brief e an einen jungen Dichter.

Nothing sounds good in German.

How did she get
from Harvard to here?

Practice, practice, practice.

How do you know
she was at Harvard?

Lady Heather told me.

She was very proud of her.

Well, it looks as though

she hasn't checked her
mail in ten weeks.

The postmark dates back
to November 12th.

She died yesterday.

Where's she been all this time?

This looks like an appointment.

"Betz, 11-12, 7:00 P.M."

First message:

Hi, this is
Audrey at the Betz Clinic.

We're calling
to see how you're feeling.

Give us a call.

Second message:

Hi, this is Audrey
from the Betz Clinic.

We didn't hear from you.

We have some follow-up
questions about your tests.

Please call us.

Third message:

This is Citibank.

We're trying
to reach Zoe Kessler.

Betz Clinic?

Yeah. I'll check it out.

...at 1-800-555-0199
at extension...

Heterochromia.

It appears Zoe had one blue eye
and one brown eye.

The pirate had one blue eye.

What happened to her?

We're trying to find out.

May I touch her?

Go ahead.

This required skill...

And the infliction of pain.

Did you shave her head?

No, she was found like this.

Can you tell
if she's ever given birth?

There was some scarring
on her pelvic bones,

but given the condition
of the body,

it's hard to say for sure.

She always wore her
grandmother's ring

on her right hand.

Did you find it?

Hi.

I'm so sorry about your loss.

But you need to ask me
some questions.

I'd like to know some things
about your daughter.

When was the last
time you saw her?

She dropped out of school
about a year ago.

I didn't even know
she was in town.

So you weren't in
contact with her?

No.

Can you tell me why?

What difference
does it make now?

Did she have any
medical conditions?

Not that I know of.

Because in November,

she participated
in a medical study

at the Betz Clinic.

Right after that,
she went missing.

Where was she found?

In the desert.

Just out in the middle
of nowhere?

Off Highway 55, near Sparks.

I have to go.

Betz Pharmaceutical.
Can you hold, please?

Betz Pharmaceutical.
Can you hold, please?

Thank you. Betz Pharmaceutical.
Can I help you?

He's on the line right now.

May I take a message?
And your phone number?

Here are the files on
Zoe Kessler that you asked for

in the warrant,
along with a list

of everyone who was here
on November 12th.

Including the employees?

Yeah. The nighttime
staff's pretty minimal.

I was supervising that night.

What brought Zoe in?

Chronic insomnia.

She came in for an overnight
sleep study

but left early.

Was there a problem?

No. Some people just get
freaked out spending the night

in a strange place.

Happens all the time.

We'll need to see
those testing rooms.

Okay.

As you can see, we try

to make the facility as normal
as possible.

Put a TV in there,
it wouldn't be half bad.

But that would defeat
the purpose.

We can't have anything
in there that would reveal

the actual time.

How do you monitor
your patients?

Our monitoring process
is twofold.

Electrodes measure
EKG and REM sleep,

and we have a vid
cam in the room

to help insure the patients
actually stay in bed.

You worried
about hanky-panky?

Sleepwalking.

After the meds are distributed,

we ask that the patients
assume a sleep-ready position.

Many people assume
they have insomnia

simply because they
don't get in bed.

What is your screening process?

It's intensive.

There's a written application,

a personal interview,
physical exam.

We only take people
in the normal range.

You'd be surprised
how many people just want

a pharmaceutical lullaby
these days.

No, I wouldn't.

This clinic is
like Hotel California:

You can check in
any time you like,

but you might never leave.

Zoe Kessler and Captain Jack

were part of the
same sleep study.

How many other people
in the sleep study?

A dozen.

I have called all of the
m on the list.

They're intact, and none
of them are numbered.

Zoe's car was found
at an impound lot downtown.

It was towed from Betz's
parking lot on November 15th.

Wolfowitz said Zoe
left in the middle

of the night on the 13th.

With Captain Jack?

I don't know,

but according to their records,

he also left early.

"Left early" seems
to be a euphemism.

I got the results for the sinew
in the girl's teeth,

and in this case,
the hand that feeds...

Was her own.

She chewed off her own hand?

Yeah. Now, I don't know
about you, but I would rather die

of starvation
than to eat my own hand.

Animals in traps
do it all the time.

You think she was trapped?

Like a rat.

A hand in the desert
is worth two in the bush.

Right now, the hand's
all we have to go on.

Okay, Grissom.

Come on.
What are we doing here?

What are the odds
that this hand is

not being eaten
right now by a coyote?

Hey, look, the condition
she was in,

she couldn't
have gotten very far.

Maybe if we find the hand,

we find the torture chamber.

Torture chamber?

All right, everybody
gather around.

Let me have your attention.

We're going to proceed forward
covering the immediate area

bordering the road
to the south,

the rocks to the west and
the dry creek bed to the east.

Oh, you smell decomp?

I do.

You think the hand
is in that pile?

Maybe.

Let's get a sample.

Whoo!

Whew!

The smell's coming
from these plants.

"Amorphophallus Titanum,

Corpse Flower. "

Now who's going to have a plant

that smells
like decomposing flesh?

Somebody who's trying
to cover up the real deal.

LVPD!

You smell a warrant?

We can look but not touch.

I'm in if you're in.

All right,
here's the real catch-22.

If we open it up,
find something probative,

we can't use it.

But we can't find
something probative...

...unless we got the warrant
to open it.

Yeah.

That's funny,
you don't strike me

as the delayed gratification
type.

I'm not.
Grissom is.

Right.

There are some freaky-looking
plants in here.

Yeah, it's all about
genetic modification.

Well, if this is where they
genetically modify the plants,

there's got to be a house
around here somewhere.

"Jacob Wolfowitz. "

Isn't that the same guy
from the Betz Clinic?

Yeah.

Mr. Wolfowitz?

Mr. Wolfowitz,
come out of there now.

We're from the Crime Lab.

We need to speak with you.

We can hear you, sir.

Just open the door.

He's not home.

Are you and Mr.
Wolfowitz acquainted?

No.

Why were you at his house?

Breaking and entering.

Is that why we found
this etching in your handbag?

You were stealing it?

Yes.

Why?

Multiple reasons.

Which are?

You told me Zoe was having
tests done at Betz.

I found out who oversaw the tests... Mr.
Wolfowitz.

He lives close
to where you found Zoe.

If I'm caught stealing,

he may want the police
to investigate.

We know the woman
who broke into your house,

and you don't want
to press charges?

She's clearly disturbed.

She just lost her daughter,

and I was one
of the last people

to see Zoe Kessler alive.

I'm sure she was just
looking for a connection.

You don't want us
to look around,

see if anything else
was stolen?

I live pretty simply,

and I don't have
anything worth taking,

but I appreciate your concern.

However, if he
refuses to press charges...

I'd have to ask myself what
kind of person would do that.

Someone with something to hide.

Precisely.

Why, uh, steal this?

It's one of the earliest
illustrations

of the Romulus and Remus myth.

It's printed from a plate.

Must be worth thousands.

So?

Well, it looks like
a page from a book.

I find that people
who don't respect books

have a general disregard
for keeping things whole.

So you think he stole it?

I think a pencil pusher
in a pharmaceutical lab

couldn't afford it.

How long have
you worked at Betz?

18... 18 years.

18 years. Oh.

But that's a long way
from your home

to your office, isn't it?

I like the solitude
and, uh, space for my plants.

Did I do something wrong,
Captain?

Even if all this is true,

we still don't know
if he killed your daughter.

Too many coincidences.

You have to stay away from him.

You forfeited the right to give
me advice some time ago.

But thank you.

Ah, I believe this is authentic.

Iron-gall ink
from the 16th century

tends to turn a brownish color.

Especially when it's
been sitting around

for a few centuries.

See how the ink bites
into the parchment of the page.

Is that an acidic compound?

Gall inks are often made
with wine or vinegar.

Recipes were specific
to the manuscript illuminator.

So it is from a manuscript?

The edge appears
fairly pristine.

How could he remove it
from the book so cleanly?

My guess?
Classic spit and string.

You use saliva.

It's absorbed
into the fabric of the paper

and softens its fibers.

Even if this tests positive
for DNA,

I'm gonna need the book
to match it.

Here's Zoe Kessler
at the start of her session.

And here she is
at hour number four.

Well, she doesn't
look freaked out.

Looks like she's
sleeping like a baby.

Except...

Check it out.

Okay, so she gets up...

Gets out.

Look at the bottom
right hand corner.

See that shadow?

Somebody opened the door.

Well, she didn't just
pop out of bed,

she was woken up by someone.

How much you want to bet

that's Wolfowitz in the doorway?

Here's Jack Landers.

A trip to the bathroom, maybe?

Except he never returned.

Wolfowitz works at the clinic.

He has access to both victims.

One victim is found
less than mile from his house,

which smells like human decomp.

How do we get to him?

Rambar checked

rare book collections.

This guy likes to steal
in his own backyard.

UNLV library
is missing plate 62.

It's enough for us
to get a warrant.

He's never missed work.

So, I left him a couple
of messages at home.

And when I left for the day,

I just saw him like that.

I didn't know what to do.

I guess I didn't need a warrant.

No signs of trauma or blood.

The seat's wet.

He's wet.

Looks like he's in rigor,

which means he's been
dead for at least six hours.

You mean this guy's
been down here

in the parking lot dead
all that time

and no one noticed?

That's weird.

Still frozen?

I'm not gonna be able
to determine COD

until he's completely
defrosted,

and that could take a while.

How long does it take
to freeze an entire body?

To the core?

Two solid days.

His heart's completely frozen.

Before the Y, I found bruises

and puncture wounds
all over his body.

Over the glands, too?

Yep. Same as Zoe.

So is this.

Test subject #1.

Gil, I saw him.

Yesterday.
He wasn't frozen.

I mean, maybe he knew too much,

and someone at Betz sensed that
we were getting too close and...

So what? They dunked him
in liquid nitrogen?

Cryogenically froze him?

Well, I know what I saw.

You've got to find
some explanation.

I'm on it.

What are you doing here?

I think I might be able
to help you.

I'm listening.

You would have liked Zoe.

She was a lot like you.

Thoughtful, pragmatic, patient.

She was studying psychology.

I appreciate that it would
have been difficult

to have someone like me
as a mother.

But if I stressed anything,

it was empowerment
and independence.

So when she called
me from Boston last year

to tell me that she was pregnant
with her therapist's baby,

I got angry.

Not with her, with him.

He violated an oath.

Not only was he married,
she was a patient.

A junior in college with her
whole life in front of her.

And you didn't want him
to screw it up.

I called the AMA,
filed a complaint.

They revoked his license.

Zoe stopped speaking to me.

Did she have her baby?

Your coroner couldn't confirm.

I assumed you might need
a DNA sample from Mr. Wolfowitz.

How did you get this?

The rage was stronger
than the repulsion.

People have used sex for
much less worthy causes.

When did you...

Last night.

You may not approve, Grissom,

but you can't arrest
me for sleeping with him.

He was consenting.

I am playing by your rules.

But if I had it my way,

this man would die the
same way my daughter died.

He's already dead.

What?

He's been dead for two days.

That's not possible.

The dirt from outside the barn

tested positive for human DNA.

And I mean a lot of it
, over a dozen profiles.

And one of them
matched Zoe Kessler.

Her hand.

And although chain of
custody is a bit problematic,

'cause a plastic lunch bag

isn't really
a department issue bindle,

the DNA from the condom,
it matches both the saliva

from the book page
and the dead guy,

Jacob Wolfowitz.

Thanks.

I have a question.

How do you have sex with the guy
who killed your daughter?

Revenge is an act of passion.

So, none of the fingerprints

from the car belong
to Jacob Wolfowitz.

They're all a match
to a Leon Sneller.

Who?

That's Leon Sneller.

Looks like Wolfowitz,
only younger.

Which explains how I saw
and how Lady Heather...

Did a dead guy.

Identical twins.

I thought that
she killed him, too.

I would've.

I mean, I wouldn't have
slept with him first, but...

Same DNA, different prints.

So all the DNA that we
attributed to Wolfowitz

could be Sneller's.

Which makes you wonder
who's on the autopsy table.

Sneller joined the Army in 1985.

He was stationed at
a field hospital near Berlin

until about a year ago.

At which point, I think
that he came to Vegas...

...put his brother
on ice...

Started impersonating him.

Good morning,
Mr. Wolfowitz.

Good morning.

I mean, I know this theory's
a little out there,

but given the evidence...

It's the only conclusion
that makes any sense.

Occam's razor,
principle of parsimony.

If you hear hoof beats,
think horses, not zebras.

Given twins...

Go with twins.

Everything is code four.

OFFICER;
Central, this is two Baker 16.

Incident number four-three-four-
eight-six is code four.

Well, this isn't
a torture chamber,

it's a time capsule.

Wolfowitz inherited this
place from his parents.

Took over the deed
about ten years ago.

Love what he's done
with the place.

I found a blue pill in the car.

Tox came back, didn't match
any known pharmaceutical.

Sampling the company candy.

Shabbat shalom.

Jewish?

Well.

It appears he was
meticulously documenting experiments.

This one looks like it
deals with craniometry.

I think he was measuring skulls

to determine intelligence.

I think this is
a gynecological device

from a hundred years ago.

"Arbeit macht frei. "

Work will set you free.

These words hung over
the gates at Auschwitz.

Zoe Kessler

would've made
the perfect uberwoman

except for her one brown eye.

So I guess, uh,

what nature couldn't fix,

our Dr. Mengele could,
is that it?

Hey, check out the face
of the clock.

No numbers.

Sir?

Sir?

I'll call a paramedic.

This one's dead.

Massive blood loss
was the cause of death.

Hey, Catherine.

So Brass has put the
lockdown on the airport,

bus depot and train station.

But so far, no Sneller.

Well, the other twin
didn't make it.

Well, speaking of twins,

we got a call
from Social Services.

Sneller was their birth name.

But they were adopted

by a Jewish couple
named Wolfowitz.

That explains the Judaica.

I guess Jacob went nurture
and Leon went nature.

Maybe he went Nazi,

trying to kill the
Jewish half of himself.

"Those who want
to live, let them fight,

"and those who do not
want to fight

"in this world
of eternal struggle

do not deserve to live. "

"The only difference
between my research

"and that of the government
is funding.

"See: Tuskegee.
See: U.S. Naval Hospital.

See: pesticide testing
done by U.S. government. "

Copy that, we're gonna reroute.

Uh, let 'em know we'll be th
ere in about five minutes.

Have you guys secured
the entire perimeter?

The house and the barn?

Yes, sir.
All clear.

Heather!

Stop it!

No.

Let me finish.

You cannot do this!

No! Let go!

Let...!

No!
Please...

Stop.

Heather.

Please...

I'm saying stop.