All language subtitles for CSI 3x08 - Snuff.EN

(heavy breathing)

(crying)

Okay, this is where
it got weird.

I've processed hundreds
of bogus snuff films.

But this... this one
just felt different.

Yeah, it should.

Arterial spray was real.

It's not fake blood.

It's human.

That was a murder...
on 16 millimeter.

Has this pornographer
sent you film

to be developed
in the past?

I'm sure he has.

We get raw film
from hundreds of
adult film companies.

No names, just
those private boxes.

You can film porn, develop it,
sell it, buy it,

but you can't send it
through the U.S. Mail.

I've got several envelopes here

from various
private shipping companies.

We'll be taking those with us
as well.

Whatever.

(cell phone rings)

Grissom.

It's Brass.

I got a DB out
on Henderson Road.

I'm already on a case.

Yeah, well, reconsider.

I mean, these ants came flying
out of the body.

They're taking chunks
out of the coroner.

The OSI day guy says he's not
going near the body again!

They're fire ants, Brass.

Keep everyone away
from the colony.

They're evidence.

Reconsider.

Bring bug spray.

No bug spray.

So a kid was driving along

and spotted
the tool box.

He thought it would
look good in
his pickup truck.

So he looked inside
and freaked out.

Ran to call for help.

Hey... Grissom,

you ever see anything
like this?

Well, any species
that finds itself

in a place it
doesn't belong

can do this kind
of damage.

What are you using?

Cortisone.
That'll help.

You know, I heard
that these things
can kill a deer.

Is that...
Is that right?

Well, with enough colonies,
they can kill people.

What about
our person?

Well, only if they also learned
how to put him in a box

and dump him in a ditch.

(coughing)

Man or woman?

Ant hill.

They're using this body
as a colony site.

I'm going to have
to take this box

and the specimen back to the lab
as is.

These insects are evidence.

I followed up on the
private mail depot
for our snuff movie.

The place has got
over 1,000 boxes,

no records of renters,

and they deal
in cash only.

Dead trail.
Yeah.

I got Archie
to digitize that film,

blow up a head shot
of our victim.

I find any
missing persons

that match her description,
I'll beep you.

Thanks, Sulik.

Find any fingerprints?

I should be able to.

Imaging components
on a filmstrip

are held together by gelatin...

same stuff
that makes Jell-O jiggle...

but they're smudged.

I can tell you
that the film was
manufactured in 2002

by a big company.

Homicide's contacting
them now to get
a buyer's list.

Won't help.

Pornos buy "short ends" from
legitimate clearing houses.

Saves money, and they're
impossible to trace.

Really?

I pulled a porno ring
using teenage girls
a couple years ago.

Learned all
you want to know

about the adult
entertainment industry.

Hell of a way to go.

I mean, outside
of urban Bangkok.

FBI's official position on
snuff films in the U.S. Of A.?

No such thing.

What's their
unofficial position?

Single film goes
for 100 grand...
original negative.

And this snuff filmmaker

decided to send his film
out to get processed.

Greedy doesn't mean smart.

(grunting)

Come on, you bitch!

I'm allergic to red ants,
you know.

Yeah? I put them
on my eggs.

They're dead, I hope.

Something tells me

that isn't Black Flag.

Ecozone Pyrethrum.

Toxic to ants, fleas,

roaches
and silverfish.

And how does
an entomologist feel

about putting ants to death?

I view them as martyrs
in a scientist's holy war.

I see.

Man without a face.

Timeline for death?

Hard to say between

the insects and the elements.

At least a year.

It smells more like two.

Multiple fractures
of both clavicles.

Right clavicle healed...
broken four months before death.

Left was more recent...

hairline fractures
are still present.

Give me a hand turning him over,
will you?

What are these?

I'm not sure.

Sharp impact wounds

to the interscapular.

Same trauma here

in the vertebrel.

Stab wounds?

I can't say.

Uh... maybe some round weapon
of some sort.

What, two feet apart?

More like 18 inches.

What?

A pupa case.

Is that a good thing
or a bad thing?

It's a good thing.

If I can postdate the pupa

I can establish
an entomological timeline.

All right, let's run this
back again from the beginning.

This time
without the sound.

All right.

Stop.

Can you zoom in on his back?

What is that?

A mole?

Noncancerous.

You think?

Too bad. The bastard.

This room is like
a dime a dozen.

It could be
anywhere in Vegas.

Between the drapes,

can you get any other detail
outside of that window?

Uh...

I'll reverse the polarization,

see if we can get any more
information from this frame.

That looks
like a blob

outside the window.

It's spherical.

Blow it up.

Times ten.

The Stratosphere Tower.

South face maybe?

Using that Stratosphere Tower
as a point of reference,

could you triangulate

and pinpoint the street
that this was filmed on?

I can.

What's the deal with this place?

Hotel's in receivership.

The security guy says
the elevator still works.

We're going to need
to talk to him.

Soon as he gets off the phone
with the owner.

What's up?

Oh, nothing.

Only difference between kitsch
and beautiful

is time.

Heard you're doing a
timeline on the ant man.

Slow day in DNA, Greg?

Yeah.

You know, I, uh...
I can take notes.

Very good.
Go right ahead.

Week zero: Body dies.

Week two:
Green blowflies arrive...

and leave
their pupal casings.

Week four: Black
soldier flies move in.

At week 28... they leave
their
pupa casings.

Now, the presence of winged
reproductive fire ants

suggests that their colony

was in existence
for at least a year.

Now, since we found
no more pupa casings

after the black soldier flies
left at week 28,

we know that this is when
the fire ants must
have first arrived.

So, calculating
the gestation period

between ants and flies,
we get...

Well...

one year plus the 28 weeks...

The guy's been dead 19 months.

Very good.

It's an approximation,
but it's a start.

Well... Sara,
you take that one.

Warrick, you go there.

I'll be up here.

Hey, guys.

We got it.

Somebody moved out
all the furniture.

And painted the wall.

If they can't see it,
we can't, huh?

Right.

Arterial spray.

There's a void.

Could be a face?

Yeah, maybe.

How does somebody cross the line

where killing a woman
is a turn-on?

Oh, I don't think snuff makers
cross a line, Sara.

I think they start
on the other side of it.

Biology determining pathology.

Yeah, some people
were just born bad.

Where's that security guard?

How long you been
a day guard here?

Four months.

But I don't know anything
about this murder

you're talking about.

Do you anything about
who painted Room 918?

No idea.

You should try
a scalp conditioner.

What?
Your dandruff.

Oh, my bad... primer.

Alkyd-based.

Never comes out
in the wash,

but you already
know that.

Warrick?

You were in that snuff film.

You stabbed that girl.

I let them use the room

to make a movie,
that's all.

Yeah, we saw you
in the movie.

You and your nice mole.

The guy threw in another $200
if I'd have sex with the girl.

She was hot,
so I figured why not?

Did her and left.

She was breathing fine.

So when you came back
in the room,

and you saw the blood
on the wall,

did you think
to call the police?

I didn't want
to lose my job.

Oh, touching.

Arrest him.

Turn around.

I see you're now learning
to cook for yourself.

Well, I had to, Teri.

I heard you
were married.

Hopefully not
to a criminalist.

(chuckles)
You think I'm stupid?

He's a teacher.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

So what's
the special occasion?

I have someone I'd like you
to introduce me to.

What? Did I miss some?

Actually, yes.

It's a dung beetle.

Probably hid
in the nasal cavity.

The ants ate everything
but the exoskeleton.

Mm-hmm.

So he was
probably murdered

near some
large animals.

Maybe a farm or a zoo.

Anyway, as to who,
I'll leave that up to you.

Will do.

Damn. Security guard
was telling the truth.

There is another guy there.

He's almost
one and three-quarter inches

taller than the security guard.

Our minds must've filled
in the negative space.

Look, the security guard
just left the room.

You can see the door shadow
right there.

At the foot
of the bed.

Yeah.

Camera stopped moving.

That's because he's not
behind it... he's in front of it.

Well, then, that's our guy.

There's got to be
some way to I.D. Him.

I have enlarged
and reenlarged every frame.

There's no tats,
there's no birthmarks, nothing.

What about the rest of the room?

The film picks up everything
there is to see, Catherine.

We've seen everything.

Maybe there's a short end.

What?

Pornos use short ends of film,

which means they never know when
the film is going to run out.

Roll out.

Camera slows down,
the last frame stutters,

gets hit with more light.

So there's more visual
information on it.

Right.

Good editors
always cut the roll out.

So all your editors' cuttings
are in there?

Yep. Negatives
and unused dailies.

Collection guy comes
by once a week.

Silver on the film
makes it environmentally unsafe

for landfill, so...

Be nice if people
were as concerned

about the women
in these films.

I am the one that called y'all,
remember?

Knock yourselves
out, ladies.

Thank you.

Bins of sin.

Well, looks like
mostly 35 millimeter.

Our 16 should have
settled at the bottom.

What the heck is that?

What did Trace say?

Carbon steel.
There was some rust on it.

Carbon steel?
19th century.

Mostly used for
surgical instruments.

Well, you found
some stab wounds
on the vic, right?

Underneath all those ants?

Maybe it's somebody's
old scalpel.

This prong-like
extension

could be part of
a repeating pattern.

Geometrical extrapolation?

That would give us
possibilities.

You got a pencil?

From the tip down, the slope
looks to be slightly curved.

Now, if I extend
that trace outward...

What do you think?
Blade of a saw?

Keep doing the math.

Maybe we won't have to guess.

You see how the base of
the fragment curves downward?

Suggesting something circular.

Repeating pattern.

Circular saw, maybe.

(sighs)

This doesn't seem sharp enough
for a saw.

Wait a minute.

I've seen one of these
before, man.

A spur... cheap spur.

What's that old
cowboy expression?

Got to see a man about a horse.

That reminds me.

I got to see a woman
about a face.

Yee-haw.

You notice all the guys
in these movies

are wearing condoms?

Yeah, industry policy.

Ever since '98.

Even have a quarantine list:
Who's positive, who's not.

And that security guy
wore one, too.

Pretty surprising
for unregulated porn.

Maybe she made him wear one.

I got it.

You did?

I got it. I found it.

Thank God.

Hot frame, all right.

I still can't see who it is.

You can see a little more
of the room, though.

There's a small table
and a lamp in the left corner.

Good eye, Sara.

Yeah, that kitsch lamp.

Somebody moved it out
to the lobby.

I'll have Warrick go back
to the hotel and grab it.

Tissue-depth markers.

21 of them, right?

16, actually.

Excluding the five
nasal markers.

Like I said.

This one's very interesting.

The occiput...

the bump on the back
center of the head...

unusually flat.

The eyes have
epicanthal folds...

a triangular
flap of skin

that gives a vaguely
Asian appearance.

You see how the bridge
of the nose is poorly developed?

Almost too small
for the size of his head.

The ears seem
slightly odd.

Like the nose,

they, too, are
disproportionate
to the head.

Almost childlike.

These elements are small
for the head,

which, in itself,
is almost too short and wide.

Your victim was born
with trisomy

of the twenty-first
chromosome.

Down's syndrome.

So I sent out a community fax

to every Down's Syndrome link
in Clark

and all
the surrounding counties...

Special Olympics-type groups,
societies, schools...

and I got lucky.

Randy Traschel, age 25.
Been missing for 17 months.

I guess my ants
were off a little.

"Last employer:
Las Vegas Ranch."

Horses. Dung beetles.

Hey, where's the tote board?

Every time I see a horse,
I want to place a bet.

Smells like Belmont Park,
doesn't it?

You ever ridden a horse,
Grissom?

Nope, just
roller coasters.

(horse neighing)

(cheering)

Howdy.

Pete Banson.

Ranch manager.

Howdy.

Jim Brass, Las Vegas Police.

This is Gil Grissom
and Nick Stokes

of the Crime Lab.

What seems
to be the trouble?

Have you ever seen this man?

Yeah. He was one
of my stall muckers.

Hired him
about two years ago.

A little slow in the head,
but got the work done.

And, all of a sudden,
he up and disappeared.

Never heard from him
since then.

(horse neighs)

Did he ever ride horses for you,
Mr. Banson?

No. He just mucked the stalls
and went home.

Who mucks your stalls now?

Look, guys, am I in
some kind of trouble here?

A former employee of yours
was murdered.

Now, who mucks?

Enrique. He's an illegal.

Shocking.

Where is he?

There's the lamp I got
from the lobby.

The bulb is red...

in the film and here.

Guy thinks he's Zalman King,
playing with the lighting.

I guess he was going
for a certain look.

You know, if I unscrewed
a hot light bulb,

I'd probably lick my fingers.

Saliva.

Guy replaced it with a red bulb.

Got residual saliva on it.

I'll process for DNA,
run it through OODIS.

(doorbell rings)

Douglas Sampson?

Yeah.

The same Douglas Sampson
who did three years

for sexual assault
and battery?

(coughs)

Did. Past tense.

We want to talk to you
about a recent homicide

at the Mandolin Tower Hotel,
off Fremont.

I'm working.

Take a break.

Take ten.
Give it a rest, guys.

I bet I could guess
your exact height.

What?

That guy out front

just confirmed
you shot a snuff film

with this girl
at the Mandolin Tower Hotel.

I've stayed there
over the years.

I never saw her
or that guy out front.

We've got you on
film, killing her.

If you had me from any angle
I could be identified,

you would have
arrested me already.

(snickers)

We've got ourselves
a film student here.

I'm one of the best in
adult film, and I'm going

to be making the jump
to mainstream. You watch.

Financed by a snuff film?

You have no right
to be in my house.

I'm not breaking
any laws.

I have a permit
for adult film production.

You leave now or I'm going
to file a complaint.

(sniffles)

Getting a cold?

Maybe you should
raise the heat.

I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

Hey, what do you got?

This is Sampson's
car, right?

Some soil up in
his wheel well.

He washed the tire
and forgot the well.

Butterscotch?

Yeah.

Remember that body dump
a couple years back?

Yeah.

Down near
the Colorado?

Bidahochy Range.
Butterscotch-colored soil.

I'll radio the sheriff up there.
And the park rangers.

Great.

You never met
this man?

No.

Stop the shoveling.

Take a closer look.

All I know about him
is they call him "Stubs."

Stubs.

What is that,
some kind of nickname?

I guess.

I hear the cowboys
joking about him.

I think they call him that
because of his fingers.

Did the other cowboys
ever make fun of him?

I really don't know.

Do you ride, Mr. Vasquez?

Every day.

You wear spurs when you ride?

When I'm breaking
a horse, yes.

You don't call this
breaking a horse, do you?

I forgot to take them off.

We're going to need
to take a look

at those spurs, Mr. Vasquez.

Enrique said he
got those boots and
spurs from Hero's Row.

Hmm. That's where
the cowboys toss all
their unwanted gear.

And they just leave
them there for
anyone to pick up?

It's either that
or Goodwill.

Hmm. Mr. Banson, the
Pro Rodeo Association

banned sharp rowels
on spurs back in
the early '70s

because they were found
to be cruel to horses.

Yeah, I know all about that.

I don't particularly
agree with it

'cause, as far
as I'm concerned,

horses are on this earth
to service human beings.

There's an order
to things.

Well, somebody on your ranch
is stuck in the '70s.

Do you have any idea
who this spur could belong to?

Billy Rattison,
pro bronc rider.

(phone rings)

Brown.

I think we got
your snuff film girl.

Where?

River's edge, Navajo County.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Warrick stick you
with post?

He's working evidence
from the riverbed.

You going to be
able to I.D. Her?

Already did
from her fingerprints.

Susan Hodap, 26.

Exsanguination from
a transection of
the carotid artery.

Slicing stab.

Any chance of finding any
serration marks on the bone?

To tie to a knife?

Eh, that'll entail a boil,
but, sure, I can try.

What I can tell you conclusively

is that Susan Hodap was already
on borrowed time.

I tapped her
cerebral spinal fluid,

didn't wait for a batch,
had the lab run it solo.

She was HIV positive.

Susan Hodap...

There it is.

Tested positive six months ago.

I can't believe that porn
actors' monthly health records

are on the Internet.

Yeah, right.

The rule is, the actor
tests positive twice,

they go on permanent quarantine.

That's why she ended up
in that snuff film.

She got bounced out
of regular porn.

Walked right into
her own death scene.

The thing is...

porn director may have, too.

(horses whinnying)

This would be
a pretty cool little truck

if it weren't for
the shiny new toolbox.

Yeah. And it might be his.

See you boys
are back again.

Mr. Banson, is this
Billy Rattison's truck?

Yes, sir. It is.

We need to speak
with him.

I don't know nothing
about no damn retard.

He wasn't a "retard,"
Mr. Rattison.

He had what
we call Down's syndrome.

I don't care what he had.

Always sticking his nose
where it don't belong.

You left this.

I left it on the post.

I don't want it in my pocket
when I ride.

Damn!

(snuff splats)

The, uh... toolbox in your
truck... is that new?

Nope. Bought it a
couple months ago.

Somebody stole the last one.

See, we got a big problem
with that around here...

the help walking off with stuff.

Nick, where did you
acquire this photo?

Pro Rodeo Association.

That
is
you.

Yeah.

Do you remember
where this was taken?

Looks like Bronc Finals,
Wichita, Kansas.

Spent a month there
training for the finals.

But you live here normally,
right?

Mm-hmm.

What month, exactly?

(heavy sigh)

This photo here...

uh... March, 2000.

19 months ago.

Your ants put the time of death
at 19 months,

Rattison puts being out of town
at 19 months,

yet Randy Traschel's
been missing 17 months,

so... (chuckles) now what?

We need a more
precise timeline.

Yeah... so...

back to the bugs?

On to the rust.

Ah.

Damn!

Why are you
throwing phone books?

'Cause a beaker gets glass
all over the place.

What's wrong?

It's this curtain

that the porn girl
was found wrapped in.

I've got no prints,
no second donor.

I've got nothing to link this
porn guy to the girl's murder.

It's just driving me nuts.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Yeah. You missed
me by a mile.

We may have something.

Really?
Right here.
I wanted to show you.

When he's stabbing her,

she's bleeding all over him.

Well, a void proves that,
but we still can't
prove it's him.

Yeah, but
her blood might.

Catherine and I suspect
transference.

She had HIV.

Well, how are we going to get
a sample of Sampson's blood?

Warrant, based on
the butterscotch dirt

that
you
found on his car.

Oh. I like that.

You might want to apologize
for the phone book.

We sliced the shard

into layers of 100 microns

to measure the level
of oxidation.

Moisture from the body
hits the carbon steel,

and then corrosion begins.

And we can be certain that
there was moisture right away.

So it's like slicing
the mold off of bread.

And measuring it.

The rust penetrated
the 13th layer

and just barely
into the 14th.

Archie,
run the weather.

National Weather Service
for Las Vegas.

Average relative humidity:
30.29.

Temperature: 22.61 Celsius.

So, corrosion
versus time...

May, 2000.

Spur exposure time
was exactly 17 months.

And we can testify
to this.

Missing persons was right.
The ants were off.

Yeah, so was Rattison.

He was in town.

Two feet.

We have reason
to believe

the wounds that
killed Randy Traschel

were made by one
of your bulls.

That's why we cut the horns...
to prevent such.

We're looking
for horns with
points attached.

Yeah. We need to see
your other bulls.

Curly's the only
one I got.

What do y'all want now?

We're waiting on you,
actually.

Mr. Rattison, we have reason
to believe you were in town

the month that Randy Traschel
was murdered.

Could you tell us

what used to be here?

My belt buckles.

Somebody stole it
last year, like I said.

You do get a lot of stuff
stolen, don't you?

Mind if we look

around your truck?

Sure.

Don't get any tobacco juice
on my shoe.

Got a tape measure?

18 inches.

Phenolphthalein.

Positive for blood.

Looks like the only thing
stolen around here

was Randy Traschel's life.

Mr. Rattison,
you want to
explain this?

(horse neighing)

What you laughing at, huh?

You want to come
over here and try it?

No, no. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it. No!

(chuckling)

(laughter)

Wait, Billy, wait.

By the way,

the definition of
the word "retard"

is "to hinder" or "to
hold someone back."

I think your life is
about to become retarded.

Okay, one more time,
for the record:

You have never had
sexual intercourse
with Susan Hodap?

I told you, I've never
even met her.

I know, but
I got to ask.

You've never
had sex with her?

Not ever.

You still have those chills,
Mr. Sampson?

Feeling hot, achy?

Back of your
throat scratchy?

Yeah, it is.

Original flu.

Happens at the onset
of HIV.

Seroconversion.

Usually presents
two to six weeks

after the exchange
of fluids.

Exchange of fluids?

That temperature is
your body working up

a resistance
to the virus.

HIV? Me?

Come on. You just took my blood
a few days ago.

A private lab can
run a virus test
within a day.

ODO doesn't
approve that.

Tests are
very expensive.

We dipped into the budget
just for you.

You're playing me.
I don't have HIV.

Susan Hodap had it.

The exact same strain
that you have.

We had that lab do

what's called
a phylogenetic analysis

of your HIV's DNA
and Susan's.

As you can see,
the genes are identical.

Which means Susan gave it
directly to you.

But we never had sex.

You did stab her, though.

And, at that moment...

her arterial blood

hit your eyes

entering your body through
the conjunctival membrane.

Nonsexual transmission
is extremely difficult

but, obviously, it's possible.

Susan's blood was absorbed
into your bloodstream.

Where the new HIV cells

immediately started attaching

to your
healthy white blood cells.

Gets inside one, replicates
about 2,000 times.

Disables the host cell,
pinches back out,

infecting more good cells...

lowering your
immune system

until your body loses
its ability

to fight off even
the simplest invader.

Of course, the strains
will have changed by then,

and you and Susan Hodap will
have a different strain of HIV.

The sooner you
see a doctor,

the better your chances
for longevity.

But, for now, we got you.

You killed her.

I guess she killed you back.