All language subtitles for CSI - 2x12 - Youve Got Male.en

(Horse whinnies)

Come on, Gunner.

Let's go.

(Horse whinnies)

What is wrong with you?

Easy.

(Horse whinnies)

(Helicopter whirs)

Girl in a culvert pipe
at a highway construction site...

in the middle of an alfalfa field.

You got anything to add?

Nothing as poetic.

Just... Road crew took off at 3 o'clock.

Body was discovered at 5:15.

Who found the body?

Our friend Flicka

Well, there goes that theory.

- What's that?
- Whoever finds the body is the first suspect.

SARA: Grissom!

What you got?

The one thing you don't want
at a murder scene.

A second body.

Who would you like to start with?

Which one died first?

Identical body temps in vitreous humour.

Both women died approximately 12 hours ago.

My Uncle Phil used to say
you can't kill two birds with one stone.

All I can tell you is cause of death.

Injury to the cervical spine.

Looks to be hands-on.

Somebody snapped her neck.

She died instantly.

Now the blonde.

Contusion to the forehead. Not fatal.

Whatever cut her face, cut her arm.

I found glass in all the incised wounds.
Except...

for these abrasions on her neck.

Fingernails, maybe?

Possible sign of struggle.

I swabbed the abrasions for foreign DNA.
Sent it to the Iab.

Cause of death?

Severed brachial artery She bled cut

Something doesn't seem right.

The brunette.

Elaborate tattoos.

Perfectly dyed hair.

Multiple body piercings.

Tells me she craved attention.

- Sure.
- The blonde, however...

..seems almost prosaic.

She doesn�t even have pierced ears

She didn't shave her Iegs.

A wild flower and a wallflower.

So, besides time of death,

what do our dead flowers have in common?

(OwI hoots)

Pound his SUV in the turnout after closing,

so I scoped out the area.

He should have been wearing his orange vest.

Bullet Iooks Iike a through-and-through.

He bled out.

Hunting rifle.

Winchester 70.

- What are you doing there?
- Checking Iiver temperature.

Estimating time of death

Should be a total of five bullets.

Pour in the magazine. One in the chamber.

All accounted for.

This rifle was never fired

88.6. That's 10 degrees below normal.

So he died 10 hours ago.

That would make it 2pm.

Nick, Catherine, he's all yours.

Thanks, David.

OK. Let's see who you are.

Nevada Iicence.

James Jasper

- When's hunting season?
- Deer season opened Iast week.

- Record number of permits.
- He should have worn his safety vest.

Hunter lays in wait Spots a deer

- Hunter fires
(Gunshot)

Bullet takes off

Bullet keeps going until it stops.

No bullet in the body.

No bullet in the tree.

It's got to be somewhere.

Processed the crime scene.

- Lots of treads and tracks. Nothing salient.
- What about the culverts?

I came up empty.
I worked from the victims out till I hit the highway.

Nothing. Nothing to process. No follow-up. Zip.

You have something.

Print Lab ID'd one of the vics.

Blonde or brunette?

Brunette. Joan Marks.

At 8, she was booked for felony shoplifting.

Lived at home. We got the address.

Warrick grabbed a Uniform.
He's on his way with a warrant.

Catherine!

- You find the bullet?
- Yeah.

But how am I gonna get it out
without damaging it?

You know what the textbook says.

If you're not 100% sure how to collect it,
bring the whole thing in.

Yeah. I'll figure it out.

SARA: Thanks a Iot.

I'll take the driver's side.

1,200 miles, and it's an older model.

Driver doesn't get out much.

Registered to a Donna Marks.

Could be our blonde. Related to Joan Marks.

- I'll check with DMV.
- I already did.

28 years old. Blonde. Blue eyes. 125lb.

5' 6". Sound familiar?

That's her.

Uniform was talking to a neighbour.
Donna is Joan's older sister.

Well...

we know what they have in common now,
don't we? Genetics.

House belonged to the mother.
Donna's lived here alone since the mother died.

Joan Iived in Henderson.
The reaI action's around back.

If the highway was the dump site...
this is the primary.

Makes sense.

The blonde's lacerations were filled with glass

She went through that door.

From inside out.

To take out one of these doors,
you need some serious momentum.

No doubt. I'm gonna collect the glass,
then I'll start with the doorframe.

How are you at solving puzzles?

- You're the puzzle guy.
- I have a hint.

When they cool sheet glass, they Iay it out on tin.

So the side that kissed up to the tin
will fluoresce under UV.

It's still a Iong two days at the Iab.

I got some imprints on these blood spots here.

Looks like the killer may have stepped
in Donna�s blood

Or...maybe her sister stepped in it.

There was blood on Joan Mark s' right shoe.

That would place Joan at the house.

And establish a timeline.

If Joan did step in Donna's blood,

then Donna was injured and bleeding
while Joan was still walking around.

Sweet-and-sour pork.

Smells fresh.

More sweet-and-sour.

Mostly sour

Single servings in the back. Spoiled.

Family-sized boxes...

..in front.

One or two days old.

What do you think? Increase in appetite or...

perhaps a guest?

Universal remote.

She could do everything she wanted
from this chair but cook a roast.

We already know she cooks like I do.

Takeout on speed dial.

Pottery Barn.

Lillian Vernon. Magnolia.

Yafa Ren.

She's a catalogue junkie.
We're on the same mailing lists.

Catalogues...the internet.

Mail order.

Takeout. 1,200 miles on her car.

Agoraphobic, maybe?

Or...

- she just doesn't Iike people?
- Ah, that's you talking.

I'll haul in her PC. Check her e-mail.

Look in on her social Iife.

Hey...

the toilet seat's up.

There was a man here.

Nick.

- Tell me what you got.
- Coroner said it's cut and dry.

- Bullet severed an abdominal artery.
- Trajectory?

Front to back. Round entered
an inch to the right of the umbilicus.

Bullet's with Ballistics. Vega's got the widow.

They're ready for us.

Jimmy Ieft early. Before I got up.

When he didn't come home for dinner,

I just figured that he got himself a deer.

Did he go by himself?

He took a day off of work
in the middle of the week?

Well...um...we had both been Iaid off recently.

He was in insurance.

He...he was an auditor.

How was your husband handling that?

Oh, you know, he was OK.

I mean...er...

we had to borrow money
from his folks to pay the rent.

That was hard on him.

I have to call them. I haven't called them.

- I...
- Mrs Jasper...

was your husband an experienced hunter?

Yes.

Since he was a kid.

He always looked forward to deer season.

But...with the baby an' all...

he missed the Iast few.

It's me...

isn't it?

I encouraged him to go.

I thought that it would help him
take his mind off things.

What am I gonna do?

Can you think of any reason
James wasn't wearing his safety vest?

No.

I mean, he was always...so careful.

It doesn't sound right.

If you're here about the blood
on Joan Mark s' shoe,

I already told Sara.

Backed up.

I'm here about foreign DNA
on Donna Mark s' neck.

Oh...well, on that, I got an ID.

You found a match in CODIS?

No, but I ran a DNA profile on both victims.

What do all sisters have in common?

DNA.

You're saying that Donna's sister scratched her?

No!

Meow!

So...did I solve the case?

No, Greg. You didn't.

But you've helped.

Brass...I heard the database kicked out
a temporary restraining order.

Joan Marks against her old boyfriend.

I'll do you one better.
Gavin Pallard had one against her.

- Tit for tat.
- They both filed last month.

Hey...

wanna find out why?

Don't mind if I do.

See this?

I didn't get this French kissing.

Joanie had a temper

Punctuated her sentences with throwing
furniture. Made it hot, you know?

We'd break up to make up

What about the Iast time?

Look, since the whole TRO business...

..she'd been in my house three times.

- Couldn�t stay away
- According to you.

- When did you see her Iast?
- Yesterday. Dodged a coffeepot.

- She hit the road.
- What was she driving?

My Thunderbird.
I'd Ient it to her and used my bike.

But...you know...

I'd Iike it back now.

When we find it.

Did she tell you she was going to her sister's?

No.

Why would she go there? It's oil and water.

Joanie Iiked action.

ReaI partier. The Iast party Donna went to
was her third birthday.

What about you?
You been to Donna's house recently?

No. Boring.

She's always glued to her computer.

Joan thought Donna owed her rent.
The house was in both their names.

May I

see the bottom of your shoes?

Why?

Why not?

(Sighs)

I Iike the shoes.

I Iike 'em enough to get a warrant.

I was just calling you.

- You were?
- I carved your bullet out of that hunk of tree.

You know, a bullet's only this big.
Y'all gave me a pound of redwood.

- That's cottonwood.
- You should know.

You wanted Nick to chop down the tree.

- I did.
- Tell us about the bullet now.

Striations. Lands. Grooves.

I find some discoloration on the bullet's tail.
Check it out.

Ah oxidation

Yeah. Copper-jacketed. Tail was exposed.

Oxidation takes a Iot more than 24 hours.

It's definitely older than y'all's crime scene.

How's it going?

We've got the wrong bullet,
but the case seems a write-oft.

Nothing says it wasn't a hunting accident.

Insurance policy. A million goes to the widow.

She was crying poverty
when she was in the money?

There's more. It wasn't purchased by Mr Jasper.

She bought it.

Monthly instalments, taken on Mrs Jasper's card.

He's in the insurance business
and she buys a policy behind his back.

We've got to find that bullet.

Donna Marks was a telecommuter

Liked to shop Mall order Over the phone

I retrieved lots of e-mall confirmations

If she shopped online,
why did she place orders over the phone?

Need for human contact?

- Without physical contact?
- She spent time in chat rooms.

Book clubs. Home crafts.

Collected fountain pens.

Personal e-mails?

Only one buddy on her buddy list.

- Screen name's Apollo.
- Pull up his most recent.

That would be three days ago.

(Reads) I know it sounds weird, but...

my Iife began when I first heard your voice.

When you said my name, it felt so right.

Did you feel it too?

It's easy to wear your heart on your sleeve
when you're not Iooking in his eyes.

He said her name. So their relationship
must have extended beyond the computer.

So, what do we know about this Apollo?

You know that garbage?

- Those numbers at the bottom of every e-mail?
- yeah

It's actually a unique number that registers
the Iocation of the sender's terminal.

- Ah address?
- internet protocol address CSI has access

Seven different IP addresses
means he used seven different computers.

That's strange.

Could be a network.

23000 Ganza Avenue, Ely, Nevada.

Western Nevada Correctional Facility

Her Greek god is in the slam.

Like it or not, prison is a business.

The facility is privately owned.
Contract with the state.

Our aim is simple. Customer satisfaction.

The key to a successful business.
Word of mouth.

Criminals are cutting deals to get sent here.

I imagine. It's Iike a theme park.

The more guys through the turnstile,
the more money we make.

So, as Iong as I'm in business,
you're in business?

Ker-ching.

(Chatter)

Are your inmates allowed to use e-mail
anywhere eIse but here?

Personal computers are prohibited.

But they're allowed to surf the web,
send and receive e-mail?

Only at these terminals.
All internet activity is strictly monitored.

The blouse comes in Laguna blue, Amazon
green or Tahitian red, our most popular colour.

How would you like that shipped?

UPS? Overnight?

Something tells me state funds
aren't your only source of revenue.

We have contracts with several retailers.
Perfectly IegaI.

So, Iet me get this straight.

I receive a catalogue in the mail.

I call a toll-free number to place an order,

and I'm giving my personal credit card
information to a...

hello-I'm-doing-timeiIife operator?

Once orders are sent to the fulfilment centre,
only the retailer has access.

All right. Let's cut to the chase.
I'm investigating the deaths of two women,

one of whom was having a relationship
with an inmate.

I need to speak to him.

His e-mail alias is Apollo.

- I'll check the Iog.
- That comes to $174.93

Thank you for calling

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

- I can get a warrant.
- It won't do you much good.

Mickey Rutledge, aka Apollo,
was released three days ago.

Hey.

Hey.

- How's the glass puzzle going?
- Still putting it together.

I'm just doing a trace on Donna Mark s' clothing
and I came across this fibre.

Look at this cross section.

Triangular

That means it can't be clothing fibre.

Yeah. Short and coarse.

Car upholstery?

Yeah, but that still doesn't get us anything.

We found the vics near the freeway.
We've been thinking vehicle transport.

Well, it's from black upholstery.

What colour was
the boyfriend's Thunderbird?

I'll ask him. And his Iawyer.

The blood from his shoe was consistent
with Donna Mark s' DNA. He was at the house.

Really?

What about the blood from Joan Mark s' shoe?

Also a match.

Joan and Gavin both stepped in Donna's blood.

- Fine. I went there.
- We already know that.

We're looking for, "Fine,

I went there

and..."

My client went there after the fact.
He was looking for his girlfriend. Didn't find her.

Right.

- He found a crime scene.
- Broken glass.

A pool of blood.

- But you didn't call 911.
- I was scared.

I took off.

Besides, there was
a restraining order against me.

Gavin, what colour's your car?

- Your missing Thunderbird.
- Blue. Why?

Interior?

Black. Did you find it?

- Not yet.
- But we will.

OK. The tree is a point of reference.

Yeah, and since the bullet didn't hit the tree

and the blood's to the west,

then the through-and-through
defines our search area.

The furthest drop of blood is here.

The spatter seems to be confined
to a 45-degree angle.

So the bullet should be
somewhere between your rope and mine.

Yeah. We've reduced a 360-degree crime scene
to a 45-degree angle.

Congratulations to us.

It's still a needle in a haystack.

Nick...

Yeah?

Let's pack it up.
The bullet couldn't have gone this far.

Hey. Saw your Tahoe.
I didn't expect to see you guys back here.

Just...uh...tying up a few Ioose ends.

Maybe this'll help.

James Jasper didn't purchase a hunting Iicence.

Well, he was out of work.
Maybe he was trying to save money.

A Iicence is 24 bucks. Hunting without one
is a $1,000 fine and six months in jail.

Ooh!

Oh, well, that's not worth the risk.
Maybe he wasn't up here to hunt.

We haven't heard a single shot.

Where are these hunters?

You only hunt deer at dusk and dawn.

Right. Right. Feeding time.

It's when they're out in the open.
And other game?

This time of year, only deer's in season.

Take off those vests if you want.

No-one hunts during the day,

but the coroner placed
Jasper's time of death at 2pm.

Yeah. It's an odd time for a hunting accident.

Hey. Brass is holding the boyfriend
on a TRO violation.

I'm going to the Iab to process the prints
from the toilet seat.

Guy claims he was in and out.
No time to make a pit stop.

- I processed the prints.
- You did?

- They're not a match to Joan's boyfriend.
- What?!

But we do have a match.

Donna's cyber boyfriend.

- I thought he was in jail?
- Just released. His parole officer brought him in.

You're fishing. I just got out of the joint.
I was never at Donna's.

We found your fingerprints
on the toilet seat in her bathroom.

What are you gonna do?
Arrest me for flushing the toilet?

Well, unfortunately, I can't arrest you for lying.

Help me out here.

Mickey, you have the right to an attorney,
but if you're not hiding anything,

I suggest you answer their questions.

(Sighs)

Look, we met over the internet.

We had a Iot in common.

Donna understood my situation.

When I told her I was getting out...

she invited me over.

No-one's ever brought me flowers.

She served takeout. What do I care?
It wasn't chipped beef.

- How is it?
- Sweet-and-sour pork. My favourite.

She invites you for Iunch. Everything's great.

And somewhere between the fortune cookies
and sunset

Donna and her sister are both murdered.

Thoughts?

Huh. I think the sister's a piece of work.

As soon as we finish eating, she shows up...

with an attitude.

- This is my house too!
- I'm paying the taxes.

Who the hell's this?

First thing I Iearned in the joint -
when inmates fight, you make yourself invisible.

I got out.

Six months ago,
Donna Marks ordered a sweater

and two scarves from Magnolia Apparel.

You took the order.

I took 50 calls a day.

How many of your callers invited you home
and served you Chinese food?

When Donna placed her order for the clothes...

she gave you her e-mail address, didn't she?

Yeah. She was IoneIy.

She struck up a conversation with me

Reached out.

Hey...

you know, I don't usually meet girls Iike Donna.

She was nice.

She was vulnerable.

No social Iife. No friends. Not even a cat.

All she had was her work

She ordered from catalogues
so she had something to look forward to.

You know, Mickey...

I don't think your intention was to kill.

All of your priors are for non-violent activities,
right?

Look, I've been in the system. I know the Iaw.

I admit, I was there.

So what?

You know where to find me.

I'll keep my eye on him.

Joan's boyfriend, Gavin Pallard,
blood on his shoe and a TRO.

Donna's boyfriend, Mickey Rutledge,
opportunity and a rap sheet.

Both hid the truth
until confronted with the evidence.

Well...

we know we have two Iiars.

Do we have a killer?

Hey.

Point of impact.

It's...uh...

..65 inches...

from the base.

- So, what does that tell us?
- Well, Donna was 5' 6".

If she was thrown through that glass,
the point of impact would have been Iower.

She had multiple incised wounds.

The only contusion was on her forehead,
suggesting that's where contact was made.

So she was upright
when she went through the door.

She walked through it.

You saying it was an accident?

- It's your science.
- Nice work.

Thanks.

PD found Pallard's Thunderbird
hidden off the 169, five miles from the dump site.

Hook up with Auto Detail. Tow it in.

Radiator's cracked.

That might explain why Joan bought coolant
twice in the last week from a convenience store.

- We ran her credit cards.
- Well...

whoever drove this Iast
filled up the radiator fluid,

but instead of coolant, they used water.

Either someone unfamiliar
with the car or...

..someone in a desperate situation, maybe.

Radiator cap. I'll print it.

Good.

Grab me a sample of fluid too, will you?

Gunshot residue.

Expect the unexpected.

GSR on the clothing means
the victim was shot at close range.

So now what? We're thinking murder?

Or suicide.

He never fired his rifle.
What did he shoot himself with?

OK.

But if he was murdered,
we should have found some evidence

of the killer at the crime scene.

Whoever shot him
would have been eyeball to eyeball.

Who could have gotten that close
without a struggle?

Exactly.

It's somebody he knew.

I'm gonna call on Vega.
See if he's checked out Mrs Jasper's alibi.

- OK.
- I'll meet you at the car.

- Hey, Nick.
- Hey, Sara.

How's your case going?

You ever try to print a radiator cap?

Smudge city.

Yeah. Yeah, I know. It's impossible.

But it's just a radiator cap, so...

- give yourself a break.
- Thank you.

Sara...

..you gotta get out more.

So you got this water from a radiator?

Yes.

It ain't no Rocky Mountain spring.

- What is it, Greg?
- A nasty sodium count.

Potassium. Phosphorus.

You've got that Iook. What did I say right?

OK. Thanks for the info.

We'll keep you posted.

Well, Mrs Jasper's alibi checks out.

She was at work from 0am to 6pm.

Ate Iunch at her desk.

She didn't kill her husband.

Murder for hire?

A pro would have shot him in the heart.

This guy was shot in the gut.

Bullet didn't come close to his spinal cord.

Wait a minute.
Abdominal injuries take time to bleed out.

It would take 10 minutes
for haemorrhagic shock to set in.

He would have been mobile.

Right. But he never moved.

He was in front of this tree
when he was shot. He didn't try to reach his car

or get help, he just...

..sat down and waited to die.

Yeah.

Yeah, I see where you're going here.

His injuries and his behaviour
aren't consistent with murder,

but they're not consistent with suicide either.

99 out of 100 suicides by a gun -
muzzle to the mouth, bullet to the brain.

There's always just that one.

Look...

suicidals want it quick and painless.

Bleeding to death is slow and painful.

Not to mention he never fired his rifle.

No, the weapon we found was never fired.

That's a big stretch.

He brought his rifle plus a spare?

He shoots himself in the gut.

Leaving himself time to hide the weapon.

There's no blood trail. And what did he do
with the spare? Throw it up a tree?

How about the Iake?

Yeah.

Yeah, OK. Heads up.

I've just marked our search area.

You know...

even if your theory's right,

we still haven't explained the insurance policy
purchased by the wife.

(Tapping)

Hey!

Metal on metal.

- Hold on, let me give you a hand.
- OK.

CATHERINE: it's right there

NICK: yeah I got it I got it

Whoa...

Water pistol.

Well, we never found the bullet,
but we found the gun.

Mr Jasper committed suicide.

And the wife's out a million bucks.

Thank you.

Mrs Jasper...

you purchased a Iife insurance policy
on your husband,

in which you are the sole beneficiary.

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

We have the actual application for the policy...

with your signature.

Ma'am, you are aware that insurance policies
exclude suicide?

Your husband...

staged his death...

to...Iook Iike a homicide.

As a beneficiary...

if you knew of his intentions to...

..take his own Iife...

that would constitute fraud.

If I knew, I would have stopped him.

Jimmy was everything to me.

I didn't...I didn't buy the policy.
I didn't know about his plans.

Hi.

NICK: Hi.

Do you wanna explain this?

Sure.

Mrs Jasper, when you claimed
your husband's personal possessions,

you signed a release form, yeah?

I ran that form
through our questionable documents Iab,

and I crosschecked your signature
with the signature on the insurance application.

It's not yours.

Your husband must have forged it.

I also checked with the insurance company.

Your husband opened the account.

Why? Why?

I don't understand that. Why did he do that?

Because he knew that if he had bought
the insurance, it would have sent up a red flag.

So, what you're saying is...

..that my husband...

killed himself for me?

Yes, ma'am.

It may sound funny, but I'm proud of it.

It took a year to put in
my new fertigation system.

It mixes the fertiliser
with the irrigation system.

How about that? Economical and practical.

What you're Iooking for is over here.

Cars are always overheating on this stretch.

And everyone thinks water is free.

What do you use in your fertiliser?
Nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium?

Standard 6-10-10 mixture.

Mr Willoughby...

would you mind if I fingerprint your spigot?

No-one's ever asked me that before.

Thirsty?

I'm good, thanks.

I wouldn�t drink it either.

I wouldn�t even put it in my radiator.

I don't have all the pieces yet, Mickey, but...

I'll tell you what we do have.

- You're an ex-con. Get the hell out!
- Don't Iisten.

This is my house. This is my Iife.

You're so desperate
you date through the computer.

Then you end up with him. Pathetic!

We know that Joan scratched Donna.

We also know that Donna died first.

I didn't kill her.

That's right. You didn't.

- You are so selfish!
- Get your hands off me!

Donna's death was an accident.

Oh! Aaargh!

But Joan went off on you.

And up to that point
you hadn�t done anything wrong

- So what went wrong?
- It wasn't my fault.

- She's dead.
- You are going back where you came from.

Rehabilitation was working for me.

Put a guy in that position...

He's got to go all the way.

Aaargh!

(Neck snaps)

You figured if you hid the bodies,
you'd be in the clear.

BRASS: But you didn�t have a car

Joan did.

You could have just backed oft.
Let Joan make the call.

I would have Ianded myself
right back in the joint.

- You don't know that.
- Come on.

Who's gonna believe a guy like me?

A guy Iike me.

Hey, it's Sara.

I was thinking...

You wanna go out...somewhere?