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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.

"Jim Brass

is just the beginning."

We got your client

dead to rights.

We need to know who put him up to it.

Talk about the storage facility

in Spring Valley.

It's rented to a Mr. Hodges.

It's like his own little lab.

To fake test results

and whip up phony evidence.

There are two dozen prints here, and

every one belongs to David Hodges.

You don't know Hodges.

Whatever happened here,

how we handle it will determine

whether murderers

stay in prison or not,

whether convictions hold up or not.

What do we do now?

- What we always do, Jim.

Follow the evidence.

Please!

Please.

I figured you could use a little

something to take the edge off there.

How's it looking?

The 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.

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.

Problem is, that storage unit is filled

with a mountain of bad evidence.

In the end, darling, the truth emerges.

He's going in.

Right now.

When my client

agreed to self-surrender,

we were promised

a copy of the charging document.

Mr. Hodges, other hand, please?

Mr. Hodges. Other hand?

Here it is, David Hodges.

Charged with offering false evidence,

12 counts.

Destroying evidence, 12 counts.

Perjury, eight counts.

Whew. There's a second page here.

Turn to your right.

Your boy's gonna be popular inside.

Florist making a delivery

saw the bodies, called it in.

Those two the only decedents?

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 1, 2 in the morning.

Got a little crowd today, boss.

Yep. Tip of the iceberg.

Got about a zillion extra eyes

on us right now.

- Because of the Hodges case?

Mm-hm.

Gotta bring our A game today.

We're not the ones looking through the

microscope this time, we are under it.

She tried to get away.

Killer came over here to finish it.

Perp's one large human.

We're looking for a size 14 Cinderfella.

You know what they say

about guys with big feet?

One of them killed these people.

Not me.

Did you get a new ringtone?

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? ♪

♪ Who? ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you?

You, you, oh, 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.

And there might be a blond woman's

boyfriend walking around

with a smoking 9 millimeter.

It's their wedding day.

I didn't get that jaded

until I hit CSI Level Ill.

Um, this feels personal, boss.

No sign of forced entry.

Victims shot repeatedly at close range.

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?

- 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.

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.

If this is 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.

Look, I'm 13, 13 and a half,

depends on the shoe.

Ever 14s?

This is absurd.

Nate and Jinny worked at our clinic.

The Clement Cancer Center.

Our family funded

their research for years.

They were friends.

Honestly,

these questions are offensive.

I'm just trying to solve

the murder 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.

And this one here?

Okay, thanks.

Sara.

Hey. This must be Dr. Grissom.

- Okay, I gotta 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 1,000 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's not unheard of.

There is some concern that...

Yeah, I imagine.

- I was 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 DA sure doesn't.

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

- Max.

All your bosses

are gonna 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.

Heads up, Penny.

So, what's all this?

I wish I could tell you, boss.

Looks like the Kool-Aid Man

got stabbed.

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 killer's vehicle.

The wheel base looks like an SUV.

I'd guess high-end transmission fluid.

The pricier brands dye it red

for better leak detection.

Multiple stains overlaid.

Looks like the same vehicle

parked here again and again.

We're looking for a regular visitor.

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.

Door's clean. Jamb's intact.

We think the killer had a key.

The victims were surprised.

Didn't have time to cover up.

The suspect opened fire here.

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 died

trying to shield his bride-to-be.

Jinny tried to get to her phone.

The killer 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.

The bullets in Nate Kestler's wall

were all fired by the same gun, but...

no match in NIBIN.

We do not curse

the darkness, my child.

We light a candle.

Do you know what that is?

Uh, doc said

the antibiotics will clear it right up.

That is the organic plant material

we found on the killer's boot print.

You wanna 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.

Catherine says bail's been arranged.

Shouldn't be too long.

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 a thousand 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.

I just keep thinking, I mean,

how well

do we really know David Hodges?

How well does anyone know anyone?

- 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... ♪

There's a G-Wagen.

And there's our tree.

This must be the place.

- Looks promising,

but I thought we still had more acacias

on that list from the arborists.

Oh, yeah, there's plenty.

I 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.

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.

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.

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?

No, sorry. Anybody can take it.

Sometimes a group wants to hit

a strip club, casino, dinner, whatever.

The keys are just up here.

What's with 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.

Mm.

Oh. Mm-hm.

I'm just gonna...

Yeah.

Could be our man.

Vehicle's registered

to a Anwar Hassan.

But it sounds like

use of the vehicle is a free-for-all.

Just like everything else here.

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 wanna eat, Elvis, that's fine.

I just don't wanna hear about it later.

You're under arrest.

You're gonna catch a beating,

you keep running your beak.

It's just us.

You're under arrest.

And an old friend.

Oh, I thought I smelled jail.

Brass.

Still a charmer.

I want you to meet my wife, Emma.

- 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.

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.

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

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 murder.

See, but you couldn't put me in it

because 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 kill.

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 gunshot residue.

- It's voluntary, of course.

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

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?

Don't forget protection.

Well, I'm not seeing any...

- blue glitter.

- No.

Not seeing much of anything.

- Ugh.

Here.

- Huh.

- Wow.

Huh.

Hello.

Tyler's assistant was right.

Nate could've been

glitter-bombed here.

Why didn't Tyler want us

to know about this place?

Folsom?

Paint's faded here.

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.

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?

Good. Then whatever

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

Hey, I found something.

So did I.

- I need a shower.

- I'm right there with you.

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.

Don't say that too loud because 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.

David, who hates you

enough to do this?

You probably pissed off six people just

walking through the lobby downstairs.

You know, some people mellow.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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-hm.

I just like the gloves

where I like the gloves.

I thought we were sharing.

We are, yeah, but I mean,

I'm the one with the credentials,

so technically, this is my equipment.

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.

Mr. Hassan,

you want to explain this picture?

Why?

I didn't take it.

I'm not in it.

But your boots are.

Same style, maybe.

You're wearing them now.

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 them.

Hmm.

That look red to you,

Detective Carson?

Gonna go run these.

So his boots are bloody.

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 attack.

That's neurological damage.

Loss of fine motor control.

He couldn't pull off his boots.

I thought it was the handcuffs.

It was a mini stroke.

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

You can't grip a gun.

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.

I haven't touched a thing.

Didn't wanna 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.

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.

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.

Well, I know what I believe.

I'm all alone here.

His compass is way off.

Gil.

Gil, if you don't wanna 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.

Sara.

A beloved guard dog goes missing

from the house right next to Hodges

the same week

as the attack 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.

Hm. 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.

Oh, this-- This is a dead dog.

German Shepherd, 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

because 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 do.

The improvement's in the spectral

transmission of the orange filter.

Blocks out 99.9% of all light

over 400 nanometers.

So you must be able to detect

deeper subdermal bruising.

That's inspired.

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

- Light, get the light.

- Lights.

This...

This is weird.

I'd say it's clarifying.

That's where the killer'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.

Nope.

She's a pretty little thing.

You people are ridiculous.

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 "gunshot residue."

I didn't hurt Nate and Jinny.

No, you killed 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

as strong as a woman inside."

You were running the business.

Ah. Both businesses.

- The club.

Mm-hm.

And...

a blackmail scheme at the center of it.

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.

They knew he was weak,

so they made a move, right?

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 them.

The car's only worth

half of what you stole from them.

And you wouldn't even let that stand.

You think I killed two people

over a car I don't even own?

No.

You killed two people

to send a message

to a man with much deeper pockets.

Tyler Clement's been paying

you a lot of blackmail over the years.

Millions, all told.

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?

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?

Uh, Mark's home. Where I live.

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 killer before he died.

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.

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.

- 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?