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(phone ringing)

(ringing)

(phone continues ringing)

Grissom.

I'll be right there.

Please tell the doctor that I have to
reschedule

She should be
right with... you.

Any I.D. yet?

Nothing
but a blanket.

She live here?

We don't know. Patrol called it in.

Well, whoever she is, she�s not talking.

I think she just
ratted herself out.

GRlSSOM:
Drug use?

No visible track marks.

Tox screen
came up empty

except for botulin.

Food poisoning?

I'll know more when I
cut open her stomach.

Heard about the rat.

Hope it didn't
have any children.

Take a look at these tiny
puncture wounds in her forehead.

Indicates
repeated injections.

You're sure she's homeless?

Sometimes I'm not sure
of anything.

Educated guess: beautification.

She was injected
with pig botulism.

Botox ...
the ultimate wrinkle cream.

How did it get into
her bloodstream?

Bad doctor.

Missed the muscle.

Shot directly into her
supratrochlear vein.

Amazing the advances
we make in science,

and the primitive uses
we find for them.

People are still animals.

Signs of
possible torture.

A lot of scarring -- some old, some new.

What about the crater
in her check?

The dovetail abrasion of the margins

was caused by the scraping
of the handle of some weapon.

Tells me the blade was completely
inserted -- more than once.

There's no ligature marks anywhere.

I'd think she would need to be restrained

Give me a few hours;
I'll know more.

BROWN:
Show and tell.

Who?

Showing but not telling.

I found a day planner
in the shopping cart.

It's written in code.

"'T' to the third power.

C 1023 minus ten
OK equals zero."

Looks like gink work.

It's the kind of thing speed freaks do
when they've been up for ten days straight,

and they've already
taken apart the radio.

Yeah. I write everything down in shorthand.

Shorthand?

Keeps things in order.

You're not a control freak
or anything?

No.

Sara...

what's a homeless woman
doing with a day planner

and a $300 handbag?

That handbag cost $300?

Yeah.

How'd you know that?

I bought one for
an ex-girlfriend once.

Oh.

WlLLOWS:
Dusty, we got no hits on the fingerprints

and no one fitting her description has been
reported missing.

Oh, she's not missing? She�s in my world.

I'm just mirroring some good
cheek on top of some bad cheek.

Okay.

I'll fix her forehead.

And her chin...

What a mess.

I'm going to do
a little cloning here.

She actually had
a really nice complexion.

Perfect porcelain face.

What can you do about the hair?

It's a macro. What kind of hair
do you want her to have?

Blond, like Courtney Love?

Sounds good to me.

Let's give her some eyes...
blue.

I know her from somewhere.

You do?

Yeah.

Why are you showing me this?

The cover girl,
Ashleigh James--

she's your girl in
the shopping cart.

P.D.'s tracking down
her agency now.

Somebody wanted her dead.

Yeah.

They also wanted her ugly.

BRASS: It's called gentrification.

It's not doing anything to gentrify them.

Tell that to the mayor.

The landlord's on vacation.

It's a good thing

because he's got a swimming pool
in his basement.

Ashleigh James' apartment.

Who turned
the water off?

The first officer on the scene
found the door open.

After that, he didn't touch a thing.

- Captain? - Yeah? What have you got?

Well, Narcissus would be proud.

Very much a woman,
yet still a little girl.

I thought Doc Robbins
said the victim's tox screen

came back negative.

No, she wasn't a user.

But maybe the boyfriend was.

Let's hope he nick ed himself.

Smells like mint.

Hey.

Find anything?

No. Nothing.

Anything out front?

Just a couple of homeless guys.

You, uh... you sure
this is the vic's?

You are what you eat.

Blood in the sink.

None on the floor.

Enema.

The secret life of women.

Don't generalize.

It's not very scientific of you.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Catherine...

Hey.

Ooh! Pretty girl.

Yeah. Dangerous being
a pretty girl in this town.

Listen to this:

"Babe, he's not
good enough for you.

"He doesn't have
the history we do.

"You mean the world to me.

I know you'll live to regret this decision."

Hmm.

(camera clicks)

Not exactly the victim's style.

What? You don't like
cupcakes? Candy bar s?

Hey, Griss!

- Grissom! - Hey

- Where's he going? - I don't know.

(whistles)

BROWN:
Somewhere.

Come on.

With eyes afire

I am drawn

I am drawn to her

Like a moth to flame

She leaves me now

Unbound.

What are
you doing here?

Contextualizing.

Shopping cart in the lab
is like a lion in a zoo.

I needed to see it
in its natural habitat.

Question:

How did Ashleigh James

get from her loft
to this underpass?

She didn't walk.

I'm pretty sure
she was pushed.

Grissom...

Is that Ashleigh James?

She was under her
own billboard.

Coincidence?

Somebody was making a point.

Hey.

You like crossword puzzles.

How are you at deciphering codes?

Aren't you putting the shopping cart before

In order
to decipher a code, you need to know the

In order to know the alphabet,
you need to know the author.

So, what's the cart telling us?

About the victim?

Well, the victim had no relationship to the
cart except for the fact that we found her in it.

I'm more interested in the person who used

Well, aside from the leather day runner and

which appear to be from Ashleigh James'
world--you got mostly collectibles.

Newspapers, Review Journals, The Sun--

various editions
going back several months.

A couple of tennis
rackets, a broom,

an umbrella, a pot...

I guess some kind of
glove or something.

I stand corrected.

I have a feeling
whoever owned this cart...

was an Ashleigh James fan.

Or a fanatic.

Well, it looks like lover boy isn't home.

Maybe he wrote her a letter and split.

It's trash day.

I don't know, man. We don't even have a

It's on the street. It's fair game.

What did you find?

Photographic paper.

That's Ashleigh James.

The cow says, "Moo."

I can hold my
breath, I swear.

Lola, if you exhale,
you'll burst the bloody seams.

Rod, I'm sorry. I...

The fitting
was two days ago.

Are you telling me

you couldn't keep your face
out of the trough

for48 hours?

You want me
to be your agent,

then start doing
your part, all right?

Rod Darling?

Las Vegas Police.

You're here
about Ashleigh, right?

Yeah.

Sorry about what happened, but she wasn't

I dropped her a
couple of months ago.

Did you forget to pack?

We found men's clothing
and personal items at her place.

She was a screwed-up kid
looking for a father figure.

One minute, booking a photo shoot.

The next minute,
she's screaming for Daddy.

You son of a bitch!

Come on, that's enough.

He killed her! He killed her!

He's a psycho!

Rod did everything he could

to make her dependent on him,
and only him.

She shut me out.

Is that why you

tore up her photograph

and tossed it in the trash?

You just don't get it, do you?

No, I don't.
I mean, I don't know.

I care about a woman,
I put her picture in a frame--

maybe put it on my desk--

but to tear it up and throw it in the garbage
with old cole slaw --

that just doesn't say "love"
to me.

If you were in love
with an amazing woman,

and you knew

she was throwing away everything
that was amazing about her

on some scum...

would you still want her picture
on your desk?

What did you use
to cut up the picture?

Same knife you were
waving around at Rod?

The same knife you used
to cut up Ashleigh's face?

If you're suggesting

I was sleeping with her,
I wasn't.

You run out of drawer space
in your place?

I was protecting my asset.

I don't know what that means.

(sighs)

You can't drive a mile
in this town

without seeing her face
on a billboard,

on the side of a bus, up in lights.

The mantra in
this business

is you protect what's bankable
in this business.

So you didn't sleep with her. You just

You brought a change of clothes, razor
blade, toothbrush,

Yeah.

She needed constant attention --
supervision.

Leave her alone for a minute...
fill in the blank.

I got crabs.

Excuse me?

I got crabs. Take a look.

Phthirus pubis.

Feeds on human blood.

They prefer the pubic and perianal regions

because their legs are adapted to grasp

They don't usually nest in clothing.

But, when the clothing is being worn

by someone with substandard personal

Like one of the victim's neighbours.

We have a high-end handbag found

in a street person's shopping cart,

a jacket covered in crabs

in a closetful of designer clothes. What

Tells me the victim not only had a visitor,

but that visitor was most likely homeless.

Tells me that whoever is missing
a shopping cart

is also missing his jacket.

Good stuff in here.

Hey, you got a smoke?

No. Sorry.

So, what good are you?

It depends.

Oh, hey.

Don't even think that you can play me, my

I'm not playing.

I got a gal named Sara, and she would love

What do you say?

Trade me.

Yeah. What the hell.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, mister.

Hey, mister, that
is Tookie 's scarf.

That is his scarf.
I gave it to him.

That is Tookie's.

Are you a taker, or are
you a giver, mister?

I'm a trader.

I traded Tookie my jacket
for this scarf.

Yeah, and fleas can tell time.

I think fleas can
tell time.

(muttering)

That's a nice ring.

I'll trade you.

I'll trade your kit too

Ow.

Now I can see
what the dark looks like.

I've been trying
to do that for years.

Greg ran the blood
on this scarf.

It matches the victim's.

How about the blood
on the knife?

Yeah, we got a
match, too, but it's not the vic's.

BROWN: Yeah, McBride

clipped Rod Darling's right hand
during his little hissy fit.

Blood's his.

And McBride's knife does not
match these wounds.

(sighs)

The tools of the trade.

The weapons of beauty.

Yeah. If people inflicted
as much torture as women inflict upon

there would be lawsuits.

Someone forgot to clean these,
too, for a long time.

Positive for blood
all over the place.

SANDERS:
Grissom...

I, uh... ran the DNA

on the epithelials
from the homeless lady's ring.

Cassie's?

It's like Prince and the Pauper.

No. Princess and the Pauper.

The princess is a dead supermodel.

Yeah.

And her pauper sister could
be the killer.

Hot dog?

Relish?

No. With all those
preservatives? No, no, no.

I...I don't want
to be preserved,

thank you very much. No.

I mean,
do you know what...

what relish can do
to your insides, huh?

I'd have to investigate.

Yeah, well, you know,
you should.

I mean, you know,

because our insides--
they can kill us.

So, you're pretty careful
about what you eat?

Yeah, you know, you-you
have to be careful, you know,

'cause what goes
down, you know,

it's got to come out.

It's got to come up.

Out.

(chuckles)

Newton's theory twisted again.

Everybody's twisted.

How about your sister?

My... my sister
didn't have a sister.

Protein's good,
you know?

Carb... carbs are bad.

This is bad.

That's bad.

Hey, Cassie, you know that scarf
you gave Tookie?

Yeah, I know it.

Did your sister give that
to you, or...

did you steal it from her?

I should have stole it.

Because sh-sh-she stole from me.

What did she steal from you?

My life.

DARLlNG:
I admit I gave up on Cassie.

Washed my hands.

Ashleigh was the only one
who still gave a damn.

Get together with her
every couple of weeks--

make sure she had a decent meal,
shower, clothes on her back.

And what did you do
for her?

Let me
tell you something.

For every piece of meat,
there has to be a butcher.

So, you led her
to the slaughter?

Free will.

Recognize this one?

That's Cassie.

It's the homeless sister.

How long ago
was this taken?

Three years.

See, Cassie got deep
into freebase.

No shortage of sleazebags around
to keep her supplied.

I knew she had the sister
in Wichita Falls.

All right, Cassie,
let's go.

Come on,
chin up, chin up.

Colin, will you get in
there and get her hair out of her face?

Don't touch me! I hate this!

I hate this place!

I hate it!

I hate this place!

Get away from me!

One look...

and that was it.

Camera ate her up.

So, in Cassie's mind,
she was a victim here.

Makes sense that she'd be angry.

Angry was five flights up.

Cassie was an obsessed base head.

Cocaine already
had her paranoid.

Once Ashleigh
started modelling,

everything became
this big conspiracy.

Naturally,
yours truly was Satan.

Cassie threw her life away,

and her sister Ashleigh
recycled it.

GRlSSOM: It's like a
crossword puzzle, isn't it?

Once you pick it up,
you can't put it down.

And go home? No way.

You know, this Day Runner
belonged to Ashleigh.

"BFJ3".

BF: Bellagio fountain.

J3? Date?

January 3rd?
June 3rd? July 3rd?

Uh... third "J" month? July?

That's what I
thought at first.

Parking space
in a parking garage?

Nope. Once you pick it up,
you can't put it down.

J3... J3...

City or state grid map?

You're cold.

What's one thing
a model always knows?

Who's shooting her.

Three Js. Jay Jay Jarrett.

Who?

Famous photographer.

Compliments of P.D.:

Ashleigh James's employment
contracts for the last year.

And, as an aside,

she stopped working
two months ago.

Why?

Good question.

) sighs (

Maybe the answer
is in one of these pages.

BRASS: Nobody could blame
you for being mad, Cassie.

I mean, your sister
took your career,

and you wanted
to get back at her.

If you couldn't have success,
she couldn't either.

Isn't that right?

The victims have victims, too.

So, which one of you
is the victim?

I-I know... you know,
I know, I tried to warn her.

About the in-in
and-and outing

and the...
and the pick- pick.

And the-and the
and the counting

the counting and the counting.

I mean, I did, I tried.

That's why I tried to really,
really save her. I mean, I tried to save her.

You tried to save her? Your sister?

Right. She could
never be, you know...

she could never be...
pretty enough.

And she could never
b-be... skinny enough.

And sh-she could never be...
perfect enough.

And sh-she could never be
any-anything enough.

Hey, fat girl.

I got what you need.

I got it.

You all right?

One more.

Good girl.

I mean, that's why I did, I did.

I tried to stop her.

(choked up):
I tried to stop her.

I tried to stop.

(whimpering)

BRASS: She's a needle freak. She
doesn't know what she's talking about.

Yes, she does.

(moans)

You tried to stop yourself,
didn't you?

But you couldn't.

(yelling incoherently)

It's you! It's you!

(yelling)

(yelling)

That's enough!
Read her her rights.

I found blisters in
the back of her throat.

What? Forced oral?

That's what I thought

until I noticed worn
enamel on the tooth

in conjunction
with this red mark

on the knuckle
of her middle finger,

which made me realize
it wasn't sexual abuse.

Eating disorder.

She was bulimic and anorexic.

Which explains
the down on her skin.

Lanugo.

Characteristic of premature
babies and anorexics.

She doesn't seem that skinny.

Not this week.

Last week, or the week before,
who knows?

Binge - and- purge.

Till her entire system
is in a state of shock.

You know what's next.

Body starts feeding
on its own muscle.

Is that what killed her?

Uh... starvation and purging
weaken the immune system.

But cause of death: failed
kidney, fuelled by septicaemia.

Blood infection.

Caused by the injuries
to her face?

Probably, but she's been septic
for at least a month.

She has anaemia
borne of chronic disease.

Her red cell count's low,
iron's low.

ESR is extremely high.

So she didn't just die.

She's been dying
for a long time.

(knocking on door)

What do you know that's good?

Cassie James' psych profile.

WlLLOWS:
Classic paranoid schizophrenic.

Which explains why
the interrogation room

was too hard on her.

For schizophrenics,
you know, the tighter the space,

the more unbearable
the feelings can become.

Well, if you ask me,

that's not the only
psych evaluation we need.

Ashleigh James?

(sighs):
That poor girl.

Definitely lacking
in the self- image department.

She suffered from septicaemia,
indicative of chronic abuse.

But...
what if Cassie

wasn't the one who inflicted
Ashleigh's facial wounds?

Well, we know it's not
the ex- boyfriend--

no evidence.

Not the agent--
wouldn't jeopardize an asset.

And, if it's not Cassie,
who's left?

I don't know.

(sighs)

T/3. 1834 BC.

48 BF.

T 3...

1834 BC...

48 BF.

2 evo'd... 8G...

1 TU.

You must have been so desperate.

Cassie James' prints
from Booking on the left.

Prints from the loft faucet on the right.

Do we have a prom date?

All right, well...

Cassie James was definitely
in her sister's apartment.

STOKES: Hey, man. What you eatin'?

Little college cuisine.

That stuff will
kill you, you know.

Hasn't killed me yet.

Greggo, find any time between meals to

You mean Ashleigh's
fingernail scrapings?

Yeah.
Yeah.

And?

Got a match.

To Cassie, her sister.

No. To the vic.

Ashleigh?

Yeah. The DNA under her
fingernails was her own.

Excuse me.

So what I realized was
bulimia is a zero sum disease.

That's why she has a plus sign
over here

and a minus sign over there.

Whatever went in
had to be exactly cancelled

by what went out.

You're talking about BDD:

Body Dysmorphic Disorder.

Yes. One theory suggests
it's neurobiological.

Another, psychological --

that people with extreme sexual
or emotional anxiety

unconsciously displace
their feelings

into the arena of appearance,
because it's more manageable.

You feel like crap,
blame your face.

Or your skin,
or your hair

or that zit
on your forehead.

I knew this dancer.

Every night, she'd stare at herself
in the mirror for three hours.

Meticulous grooming,
when a person suffers from BDD,

becomes
a destructive compulsion.

There's one line
in her daybook

that keeps repeating
over and over

and over again: "I'm not even."

So you're saying she knew
she was slipping.

No. She literally means even.

A large number of BDD sufferers

are convinced that
they're not symmetric.

That one side of their body or their face

All animals prefer symmetry
in their mates.

The male Japanese scorpion flies
with the most symmetrical wing s

gets the most mates.

BROWN:
So, really,

we're not talking about
being beautiful at all.

In terms of entomology,

being beautiful
is about being even.

It signals the fitness
to procreate.

STOKES: So, we're not
really talking about looks.

We're talking about
survival of the species?

The bottom line
is the same:

control and perfectionism.

That's what her
code was all about.

Let's take "HBWC/3, 1590 BC,
90 BF, 3930 S, 114 TC."

Three hamburgers with cheese.

Content 530. 530 times three

is where she gets 1590 BC.

That's BC for "bad calories."

And, at 30 gram s a pop,

90 grams of BF.

Bad fat?

Yeah.

The rest of her formula

involves sodium,
total carbohydrates

and the actual weight
of everything she ate.

And so,
she was, uh...

operating like a scientist,

seeking a perfect formula
to take her pain away.

Or disappear altogether.

Which brings me to
the minus side of her equation.

She would write down
the number of times

she t'u'd, threw up,
in this case twice-- or evo'd.

"Evo'd"?

Moving her bowels.

The directions
on her disposable enema box

use the term "evacuate".

So, after
her burger binge,

she "3 evo'd, 14 G,
2 t'u'd, 9 G, 3 #1."

She evo'd three times,

but her calculations
didn't stop there.

"G" stands for grams.

14 gram... Wait a minute.

You're telling me that
she weighed her bowel...?

WlLLOWS:
Yeah.

We bagged it.

SlDLE:
lnput and output

down to the last quarter gram.

Well, that makes sense
why the blood and skin

under Ashleigh James's
fingernails is a perfect match to Ashleigh

She attacked herself.

I mean, Ashleigh was convinced

that everything about her
needed to be fixed.

But the real problem
was inside her head.

She couldn't deal with that, so she tried
to fix the outside.

Hence, the digging and picking
and purging and bleeding.

To us, it would be torture.

To her... some sort of release.

Which is why Rod cut her loose.

She was no longer bankable.

Also why Frank was so angry
at Rod.

Yeah, he destroyed
Frank's vision of her.

So the victim and the killer
became one and the same.

The very nature
of addiction --

whether it be self-medicating
or self-mutilating --

is that the very behaviour
we use to survive it

becomes the behaviour
that ends up killing us.

STOKES: But wait. That
still doesn't answer

how Ashleigh ended up in
a shopping cart by the freeway.

Well, the fingerprints
explain that.

(crying)

I think Cassie was trying
to take care of her sister.

She pushed her to a place where she
thought

Where she thought
she could see herself

for how beautiful
she really was.

What happened to these girls?

I'm sorry about your sister,
Cassie.

The dead don't bleed.

True. Death does have
some advantages.

Would you like me to help you
get into a shelter?

No. I would need shelter
from the shelter.

No, no, no. Out here,
I can hunt and I can range

and I can find the things that I need
out here.

I mean, you never know
what you need until you find it.

Or until you lose it.

I mean, all we are is
what we try to get rid of.

Fat and newspapers

and loneliness
and cat food cans.

And there are going-away people
and there are left-behind people

but, you know,
everybody's secrets...

everybody's secrets
are the same.

Were you and your sister's
secrets the same?

My sister didn't
have secrets. Her secrets had her.

That... I told you I didn't...
I don't know.

I mean, you know, y-y-you-you
can pick through a million lives

and never have one of your own.

Looking for things,
analyzing them...

trying to figure out the world--
that's a life.

You never know what you
need until you find it.

And, the next
thing I find,

it might be the thing
that changes everything.

What will you do
when you find it?

Sleep...

the most perfect sleep.

(muttering)

(muted tires screeching)

GRlSSOM: Obviously, most of crime
scene investigation is about seeing.

But much of it
is about hearing, as well.

Listening.

Knowing how to listen.

Not just to what people
are saying,

but how they say it.

How their tone of voice matches
their facial expressions

or body posture.

So, even if I read lips, and
know what they're saying...

it's not enough.

We're both scientists,
Mr. Grissom,

so let me
tell you the science.

You've got otosclerosis.

Basically, this means
a bony growth

has begun to form around
the base of the stapes.

What this does is prevent
the stapes from moving

and passing vibrations
to the inner ear,

effectively neutralizing
sound waves.

It's hereditary --
my mother.

Most doctors think so.

But there's no way to know when it's going

and there's no way to reverse it
once it does.

Right.

How long, do you think?

I don't have that answer.
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