All language subtitles for CSI 3x03 - Let The Seller Beware.EN

Wow, I love it already.

I can't believe
we're doing this.

Is that the lockbox?

Broker gave me the combination.

He's doing a walk-through

in Seven Hills.

Owners are out.

Wow.

Wait till you see
the master.

Oh, my God.

This is gorgeous.

Amazing.

What?

Want to snoop around?

Hey.

What do you think?

I don't know, yeah.
It's nice?

Looks good.

Out it out.

No, seriously,
I think I hear a car.

Will you relax?
No, really.

You're paranoid.

(laughs)

Oh, my God.

I could get used
to this place.

I bet you could.

I could.

You're an animal.

The backyard is the best
part of the house.

Really? Is there
a Jacuzzi?

Oh, my God.

Looks like something
out of a magazine.

Cal and Monica Newman.

Owners of the house.
My guess, second marriage.

'Cause she's a babe
and he's...

He's, uh...

got a good sense of humor.

.380 auto caliber.

GRISSOM:
Gunshot, right temple.

Women don't usually shoot
themselves in the head,

do they, Catherine?

Well, gunshots do
a number on your face,

so typically women
prefer pills.

So, what are we calling this,
murder, suicide, what?

Is the husband around?

No.

Well, do the math:

Dead female spouse

plus missing husband...

equals murder.

Okay, Warrick, hit it.

(beeping)

White female,
multiple bruising...

Bullet hole to the temple
doesn't help.

.380 auto on the side.

Yeah, somebody manhandled her
pretty good

before they killed her.

Mm-hmm.

Reminds me
of my daughter.

She used throw butts
out the window, too.

The Newmans have kids?

A
kid.
Son, 15, Max Newman.

He's MIA like the father.

The secretary said

he went out for lunch
and never came back.

I checked the garage...
three cars.

None of the hoods
are hot.

We're missing something.

Grissom.
A Mr. Grissom.

Where would I find
Mr. Grissom?

Great, great. Thank you
very much. Mr. Grissom?

Hi, I'm Augie Heitz.

This is my listing.

Someone died, I know.

It's a terrible thing.

But we got people
knocking down awnings,

stomping through
the flowerbeds.

How am I supposed
to sell this house?

You're not.

It's a crime scene.

Mr. Heitz, you're
Mr. Newman's broker.

Have you seen
your client lately?

What, you kidding?

I mean,
this is actually

the beauty of the service
I provide.

My clients never have to see me.

They don't even have to be home
when I show their house.

Do you always give
out the combination
to your lockboxes?

It's illegal.

It's a hot market.

Um...

You know, I had a fish
on the line.

Potential bidding war and...

Look... (clears throat)

I only give out the combination
to people that I really trust.

All right, look,
I read rooms for a living.

That closet was tossed.
The carpet lit up.

So, I'm going to ask you again.

What were you doing in there
besides copulating?

It was my idea.

Right. Well, we found this
laptop on the vanity still on.

You didn't play
with it, too, did you?

Hey, Warrick.
Yeah?

Check this out.

It's a little thin
for blood, isn't it?

Yeah.

What do you...?

Tastes like sugar.

Huh?

Erythrosine.

Red dye number three.

Hummingbirds

do love the color red.

You've been watching

way too much
Discovery Channel.

This guy needs a girl.

I'm going to check out
the cabana.

No visible footprints.

Doesn't mean someone
wasn't out here.

Grab the LS.

Yeah.

Hey.
Sara.

I am so sorry.

I paged you two hours ago.

Right. Uh, it's my day off.

I was up in Pahrump
at some vineyard.

You told me to get a life,
remember?

Did I?

I'm sorry, but I needed you.

Dispatch called in a 419
at Tuscadero High School.

You're on your own.

On my own?

Solo.

See you around.

Solo?

So, does this mean
when I come in on my day off

I get to work solo?

Process.

Whoa.

I got what looks like
two sets of prints.

Ballpark in a size ten

from the house.

And what looks like a...

size 12, possibly

from the pool.

There were definitely
two guys here, Griss.

Now we just need to
figure out if one of
them was Mr. Newman.

Hey, fellas.

Looks like the husband
pulled a Clark Kent

and left all his clothes behind.

Couldn't have gone far.

I got his wallet,
credit card

and keys.

(water sloshing)

You hear that?

What is that?

Oh, yeah,
it's the pool.

It's been doing it
all night.

Sounds like
it's clogged.

Did someone
check this pool?

First officer
said it was clear.

Does that pool
look clear to you?

Uh... no.

One of you guys
is going in.

No.

(clears throat)

I'll go in the pool.

Oh, man!

Male d.b.

You have dinner yet?

Yeah. Why?

You might be
seeing it again.

(siren wailing)

Mandy Kirk.

Seventeen.

Seventeen.

Senior.

Janitor found her.

Hi, David.
Hey.

Eviscerated.

Maybe a wild animal.

They picked up a mountain lion
last week in Henderson.

Suburbs are encroaching
on the hinterlands.

We'll know more
after the autopsy.

It's a cheerleader.

She had to have good lungs.

How come nobody
heard her scream?

Didn't have to do
much of a "Y."

Attack did it for me.

Died of exsanguination.

Bled out.

Trauma to her
internal organs.

Spleen, liver, heart,

they all sustained
multiple mastications.

Hmm.

You able to isolate the species?

From the tooth mark
on her left ninth rib.

Dog maybe?

Teeth marks are too small
for a mountain cat.

They're human.

You're lying.

You can see the bridgework
on this impression

of a premolar and
an adjoining molar.

Can you tell how old
the attacker is?

Well, I can't give you
the exact age,

but wisdom teeth erupt
between 16 and 30.

And there's no evidence
of a wisdom molar

on this impression.

Thanks.

Oh, one more thing.

I found an infection
in the mucus

overlying the
large intestine.

This girl suffered
from the E-coli bacteria.

E-coli?

Unsanitary conditions?

Or a bad burger.

So, whoever did this to her
also has E-coli.

Oh, yeah.

Spiked temp, vomiting,
lower GI problems, the works.

Smoking gun.

(vacuum whoosing)

Let it go!

I mean, I don't get it.

She's not even
slated to work,

she comes in
on her day off,

and she gets to work solo.

You still harping
on the solo thing?

You know every time
you work with me,
you learn something.

(chuckling)

Is that right?
Yes.

I live here.
Why can't I go in?

I want to see my father.

I'm Cal's ex-wife, Jeri Newman,

and this is our son Max.

We have the right
to an answer.

And we have a right
to protect the crime scene.

What's going on?

I can't tell you anything
until I get all the details.

I'm sorry.

Catherine?

Can I have
a moment, please?

We need someone
to identify the body.

Ms. Newman.

Would you come
with me, please?

What about me?

Uh, no, honey.

You stay right here.

No skin separation.

Minimal gaseous buildup.

This guy's been in here
under 12 hours.

According to his office,
he left work at 1:00.

It's about right.

What is that,
some kind of filter?

It's an anti-vortex filter.

Hey, I'm from Jersey.
We swim at the shore.

It's designed to keep his hand
out of that pipe.

But it's missing a few screws.

Ms. Newman, is this
your ex-husband?

(crying)
It's Cal.

Virtual tour.

Right on, Archie.

Before and after photos
of the crime scene.

(imitating Elvis Presley)
Thank you. Thank you very much.

I got this off
a hard drive

from the computer
you recovered at
the crime scene.

Looks like
a Peter Croft
sculpture.

You know your art.
You a collector?

What? On my salary?

Guggenheim's as close as I get

to something
like that.

Oh, I haven't been yet.

Really?

Well, if you want a tour,
I know a docent.

A docent.

So, you think
that's legit?

House like this,
probably not a knock-off.

You'd be surprised.

The rich go cheap to stay
rich, know what I mean?

Yeah. Let me show you
the after photos.

Please.

Same spot.

And, uh, what happened
to the sculpture?

Good question.

You saying somebody lifted it?

Well, they don't call them
open houses for nothing.

Put your house
on the market,

your privacy's
up for grabs, too.

The Newmans
unlocked their door

to anybody
with Internet access.

What are soccer bunnies?

Well, each cheerleader
is assigned a soccer player.

She's his bunny.

Gives him gifts the night
before the big game,

places his wake-up call.

Sounds sexual.

Yeah, that's what
I asked the principal

but he said no.

He said that, uh,

it's all good, clean fun.

Gifts are
inspirational videos

like, uh,
Rocky

and wake-up calls are
pep talks, nothing more.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure
the principal's

up to speed on teenagers'
sexual habits.

Yeah, well, victim Mandy

was soccer bunny
to a Chuck Darwell.

And when I called him
on his cell this morning,

he said that he
hooked up with Mandy

after every game
except last night.

Said he hadn't
seen her last night.

He in class?
Hospital.

Got rushed there
two minutes ago.

(school bell rings)

I bet I know why.

No surprise here.

He drowned.

We found his right hand

caught in
a pool filter.

Lack of bruising,
no bleeding wounds.

Indicates his circulatory system
had stopped.

This was postmortem.

Any significance

to the marks
on his chest?

Don't know. Not a rash.

Some kind of abrasion.

Maybe even
a friction burn.

Definitely perimortem.

X-rays reveal

several broken ribs

and he's got a bruise
on his forehead.

He could have taken
a bad fall.

Or he could have been beaten.

Maybe.

How about the new wife?

No physical findings
for sexual assault

though I did send a kit to DNA.

Looks like cause of death was
a single gunshot to the head.

I'll know more later.

You always tell me that.

Yes, I do.

Depth of bruising

gives us a timeline.

Apparent thumbprint
on her neck came first,

the, uh, prints
on her hands second.

Major impression on top.

It's some kind of

recoil bruise
on her palm.

She didn't shoot herself.

(screaming and gunshot)

She had help.

Of course, no house
is complete without a pool.

Why live in Vegas
if you don't have a pool?

Mm, water's warm.

Want to come by
and take a dip?

Quite the saleswoman.

Come on, jump...

It's got to be
a fantasy of yours, huh?

Huh, double feature.

You know you want this.

Blam.

You can say that again.

Blam.

Down, boys.

I probably shouldn't even
be saying this, but, uh...

sex is on my mind all the time.

Hey, Archie,
freeze it.

And, uh...

Who's that in the background?

Hmm?

Oh, that guy in the mirror.
Good.

Archie, help us out.

Yup, I got him.

Nice.

Hey, this is the broker.

I just did a background
check on that guy.

Half a dozen robberies in
the houses he has listed.

Art, antiques,
stuff like that.

Like the Peter Croft sculpture.

Exactly.

Looks like Augie was helping
himself to a little bit

more than the artwork.

I understand,
Mr. Darwell.

Have your son's wisdom
teeth come in yet?

What?

Whoever killed Amanda Kirk

ingested her organs,
Mr. Darwell. Left teeth marks.

Excuse me.

Hi, uh, Chuck,
I'm with the crime lab.

I'm going to ask you
to show me your back teeth.

Give us an odontological
impression.

I didn't see Mandy
last night, I swear.

You have no legal right

to question
or to touch my son.

I want you out of here.

Now.

Is that stomach contents?

That's right, officer.

Anything he threw up
no longer belongs to him.

PD, public domain.

It's going to tell us
everything we need to know.

Look, anyone could have
lifted that Peter Croft.

I thought this
was about murder.

Oh, it is.

(cell phone rings)

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Hey, yeah...

Hey, can I
call you back?

Okay, then.

Bye-bye.

I'm sorry.
Where were we?

The tape.

It wasn't anybody's face on
that tape; it was your face.

I recorded their house
for the virtual tour.

That's what I do to sell houses.

Selling house
as a front for porno

a little blackmail
on the side.

What are you talking about?

I have done nothing wrong.

Oh, you're innocent in all this?

I admit to having
lust in my heart.

Lust doesn't live in your heart.

I'm going to need
that DNA sample.

Well, my DNA is your DNA.

Great.

Look, for what it's
worth I can tell you

at least one guy
other than her husband

that saw Monica in the buff
on a weekly basis.

Say, "Ah."

Ah.

You must get a lot of ass
on a job like this, huh?

I'm the pool guy, it's one
of the perks of the job.

One minute
I'm scooping leaves,

the next I'm staring at...

Yeah, I get it.

The last time
you were there,

did you happen to see anything
out of the ordinary?

What? You mean sexual?

Maybe.

No.

But, uh...

Newman had a temper.

He and
his kid Max

were always going at it.

What are these, huh?

Where did you get these?!

I thought the old man

was going to beat his ass

but... Newman just screamed
some more and took off.

You mind if I take a look
in your cab?

Sure.

Well, that's a coincidence.

Newman's anti-vortex filter

was missing three screws.

I can explain, okay?

I remove them screws
from the filter,

so I'd have an excuse
to go back.

Oh, you mean,
like, a "leave-behind"?

Yeah. I figured
the more I was around...

The more she'd want you.

Oh, yeah.

Well, the lab
wants more of you, too.

We're going to need
your fingerprints

and a DNA sample.

Take whatever you want.
I've got nothing to hide.

Anything
from the pool?

Some hairs,
I may have found a filling.

Tributlyltin oxide,
aluminum sulfate

quaternary ammonium.

Chemicals
in the vic's lungs

match the chemicals
in the pool water.

Anything from his head wound?

Trace matches
the side of the pool.

No surprises.

Mildew.

Hmm?

Aureobasidium pullulans.

One of the very few fungi

that can withstand
the desert temperature.

Gives us possible transfer.

Exactly, and here's the basic
chemistry of the transfer:

Add sugar water
spoiled from the heat,

mix in some human biofilm,
you got yourself

an all-you-can-eat
mildew buffet.

Cal Newman wore size tens.

So, assuming our killer
wore the size 12...

He may have transferred mildew
from the pool to the house.

Normally I don't like
to speak ill of the dead,

but, uh, Mr. Newman's
sperm had company.

Bad company.

Look at D7.

Three alleles.

Genetics only gives you one

from each parent.

Which can only mean
one thing:

Menage d'allele.

She
was
cheating on her husband.

What about stutter?

Percentage is too high.

We're looking at a minor
and a major sample.

Minor donor?

The husband.

Major donor?

Pool man.

Nope.

The broker?

Ibid.

Major donor

is still unaccounted for.

How's it coming?

Good. I'm almost there.
Hang on.

Sometime this year.

Okay, I think that's the angle.

All right, where do I stand?

Back up.

Keep going.

Keep going.
Big steps?

Little steps?

Big. Keep going.

Keep going.

I go any further,
I'll be in the closet.

Well, go in the closet.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

What?

How's this?

What the hell is that?

(scoffs)

(clattering)

These slime will do anything
to sell a house, huh?

Sometimes, reflections
beget reflections.

I figured if I could get
a glimpse of the Augie cutout,

maybe I could get a glimpse
of the cameraman.

Check out the lamp.

Her stepson, Max.

Did you get
any DNA

off the cigarette butts?

Yeah, we did.

So, let's get Greg
to compare the
reference sample

and see if we found
our major donor.

Driving someone else's
porcelain bus?

Suspect's dinner
from last night.

The coroner left this

in your mail slot.

Can you read it for me?

What's this
look like, Greg?

Uh, Caesar salad.

Oh, and Pele used

an interesting dressing.

POP.

Angel dust. Hallucinogen.

Well, it acts like one.

But POP's such a powerful drug,
it's in a class all its own:

Disassociative anesthetic.

Brain disassociates
from the body.

Yeah, after it takes you

through the paces.

How many milligrams?

Uh... 20.

Dude's dose was off
the charts.

I'm surprised
he's still alive.

Yeah.

Too bad everybody
didn't make it.

Tell me this
is raw chicken skin.

Well, it's raw...
and it's definitely skin.

My son was nowhere
near that pool.

He was at
Red Rock Canyon...

No, no, no, no,
Red Rock Canyon.

No, a field trip.
Oh, I'm getting that.

What I'm not getting
is this.

Oh, now, this is disgusting.

Look, whatever Cal

wanted to do

behind closed doors,
that was his business.

This is not for my eyes

or for his eyes.

This is not the first time,
is it, Max?

Can I plead the Fifth
or something?

Max,

we found two sperm donors

on the sample
from your stepmother.

Your father's and yours.

Now I know why you were spending

all that time
at your father's.

Mom, look, I...

Mom...

I don't want to hear
a word from you.

Well, let me lay it out for you.

So you must've thought
you won the lottery.

And the only thing
standing between you
and the winning ticket

was your father.

(yelling)

What's your shoe size, Max?

Twelve.

This can't be happening.

Yes, it's happening.

Okay, this is a fling.

Okay, it's not real.

You're confused.
You're a kid.

I killed my father

for you.

That's not possible.

How come?

Because I can't swim.

He's telling the truth.

When Max was a child,

he had this terrible
pool accident.

He nearly drowned.

We need that
report ASAP.

Your temperature
is spiking.

Of course, you didn't
know Mandy had E. Coli

when you... ate her,
did you?

No, no, I would never do that.

You would on POP.

Normal brain, neurons
send a message

synapses blink on and off.

On POP, synapses
never stop firing.

Like your entire brain
is on constant DSL.

You and Mandy

were on the soccer field.

You were cranked up.

Do you remember
anything?

Yeah.

But I don't remember
killing her. I swear to God.

Lieutenant Lockwood's
going to arrest you.

We'll assign you
an advocate.

So, how does a kid who can't
swim drown his father?

The kid didn't do it.

Look, we found
the father's blood

on the underside
of the pool ledge.

And his body at the bottom
of the pool

with abrasions
on his chest.

So there was a struggle
in the water.

With someone
who can swim.

Right.

You cannot be serious!

Hey, John McEnroe,
where's the game?

All the prints
are accounted for

by people who had a reason
to be in the Newman house

all the way down to the vortex
cover,
Warrick.

Prints came back
to the pool boy.

Yeah. Yeah, so all I've got

is an errant blond hair,
a tooth filling

and some detritus
from the bottom of the pool.

All right, now, don't get
your panties in a bunch.

Uh, so we got the blond hair,
the tooth filling...

That's it, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, I did identify
some Neoprene.

White Neoprene.

Yeah.

Like in a wet suit
Neoprene?

Was the vic a diver?

Well, not that I know of.

The son can't even swim.

Let's think about that.

Who wears a white wet suit
in a pool?

Scuba diver.

Or a professional.

I'm thinking professional.

No, I mean like
a hired gun professional.

Yeah.

Tooth hurt?

You might, uh, need your filling

which we found
at the bottom
of the Newmans' pool.

We also found
your fingerprints

and your hair.

Look, I'm sure
you'll find me
all over the house.

I wanted to buy it.

I was everywhere.

Well, you made sure you were
everywhere, too, didn't you?

I wanted to thoroughly
inspect the property.

Caveat emptor,
right?

Or
caveat venditor.

Let the seller beware.

Your prints
came back military.

Navy Seal.

Ex-Navy Seal.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You rang the bell.

You had the physical tools
for the training

but not the character.

And if you had anything
more than a filling

and a piece
of Neoprene,

we wouldn't be here.

Berglund.

That's a Scandinavian name,
isn't it?

That's what
my parents tell me.

Hey, heard you nailed

soccer boy
for the murder.

Not exactly.

No match

on the bite plate.

Well, maybe there
was someone else with them.

Someone getting sicker
by the minute.

Greg.

Yeah?

I need you to take off
your shoes and socks.

See, now we're getting into this
whole strip forensics thing

and I'm not so sure
I can hang with that

even if you are my boss.

Your mother's maiden name
is Hojem, correct?

Hojem is Norwegian?

Yeah.

And you know, my grandfather
got tossed from Norway

for getting my grandmother
pregnant

before they got married.

To this day,
he still tells me

"Som man reder sa ligger man."

One must lie in the bed
one has made.

That's true.

Right foot first, please.

Now, you're sure
you want me to do this?

Things could get loud in here.

Left foot.

So you want
to tell me

why we're doing this?

It's an experiment.

Put these on.

Come see me in six hours.

Nicole Exmoor, 18.

School nurse said
she couldn't stop
throwing up.

Teacher found her passed out
in the locker room.

She have an
explanation?

Said that she
ate something

that didn't
agree with her.

Nicole, do you know
what E. Coli is?

Your friend Mandy
was infected with it.

We think we know
how you got it.

We can test your blood
for POP...

(sniffling)
Chuck brought the weed,
not me.

This guy told him
it was a really great high.

These photographs are...

of Mandy's ribs.

We believe these
are your teeth marks.

(retching)

Ms. Sidle can make

an impression
of your teeth

or you can
help yourself

and explain
what happened.

When Jack and I went
to the field...

we were hooking up

behind Mandy's back.

She showed up.

She was like,
"He's my player."

What the hell are you doing?!

Mandy!

I don't know what happened.

I started to feel weird,

like my blood
was surging through me.

It didn't make any sense.

I think I wanted to be her.

It felt...

It felt like somebody else
walked over and did it.

Like she was split
from my body.

It's called
psychological detachment.

It's a function
of POP.

(coughing)

It's like out
of a really bad dream.

Nicole, I was at
Mandy's autopsy.

It was not a dream.

I'm placing you
under arrest

for the murder
of Amanda Kirk.

(sobbing)

What's going to happen to me?

That's up to the DA.

Let's go.

Hey, Cyrus, next time
somebody says

experimenting with drugs
is harmless,

remind me of this.

What did you do to me?

You had a reaction.

I'm Hazmat meat.

Quarantine,
here I come.

Your right foot,
I swabbed

with a placebo,
regular tap water.

Yeah, well, I'm not worried
about the right foot.

Left foot...
eumycotic dermatitis.

Oh, great.

It's probably fatal.

It's a mildew-induced
skin rash.

You infected me with mildew?

Here. Hydrocortisone.

Follow the directions,
clear it right up.

It's called
Aureobasidium pullulans.

Is that supposed
to mean something to me?

It may.

This is a warrant.

To see my feet?

Yes, both of them.

Take off your shoes
and socks, please.

Aureobasidium pullulans
is a mildew.

We found it around
the Newmans' pool.

It induces rashes
in people

of Scandinavian descent...

and it does so in
a predictable progression,

which provides us

with a valuable
timeline.

You have the rash.

And size 12 feet.

Let me tell you
how you did this.

(gasping)

(gasps for air)

And then you went upstairs.

Cal?

(gunshot)

You're still going
to have to convince a jury

that I killed
two strangers

for no reason.

You ever been to the theater,
Peter?

There's a play called
Six Degrees of Separation.

It's about how all the people
in the world

are connected to each other
by no more than six people.

All it takes
to connect you
to the victims

is one degree.

Peter Berglund?

No, I don't recall
ever having met

somebody
by that name.

Well, do you recall
living in San Diego?

What does that have
to do with anything?

Oh, it just might help
jog your memory.

San Diego's
a military town.

Your sister
married a guy
in the Navy, right?

Did you really bring me in here
just for this?

Well, we could go
someplace else

if you'd like.

How about your house?

The one
you're selling?

What's this?

Well, you see,
we didn't have

enough evidence
at this point

to get a warrant,

but you put your house
on the Internet.

I didn't need
a warrant.

Gave me
complete access

via this
virtual tour.

And all with
your permission.

That's you...
that's Peter Berglund...

and that's the Pacific.

So what?

I know Peter.

Yeah. You hired him

to kill your ex-husband

and his
new wife.

The picture doesn't
prove anything.

No, but it did
give me access

to Peter's
financial information.

Loan application.
Two signatures...

Peter Berglund
and yours.

You cosigned for Peter

because he couldn't qualify
on his own.

Payment for the hit.

He gets
your house,

you get your
ex-husband's money.

The thing about
murder for hire...

there's always a paper trail.

Good night.

Good night, Sara.

Hey.

Nice work on
the high school case.

I'm, uh...

...sorry I missed your page.

It's just, um...

you tell me to get a life

and then I get
one, and...

then you expect me to be there
at a moment's notice.

It's, um, confusing.