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Ready for us?

For now, no one enters
this house except CSI.

Warrick, you got the car.

Which one?

Both.

Uh, take the Honda. The VW belongs to the
victim's friend, over there. She called it in.

Aw, that's too bad. This will
be a day she'll never forget.

Sara, you take the perimeter.

What? You just did a one-hour walk-through.
The perimeter cannot be a priority.

I need you to work the outside.
Catherine and I will be inside.

I'll go talk to the friend.

Find out where she walked and what
she might have touched in there.

Hey, Jim.

Did you talk to that
guy across the street?

The neighbor? He's on my list.

Yeah, he looks like he
has something to say.

Hi, I'm Catherine Willows. I'm with
the crime lab. What is your name, Miss?

Kelly McNeil.

And what was your
relation whith the victim?

Deb and I are best friends. We were supposed
to get together yesterday. It was our day off.

You're a nurse?

Yeah. Both of us. Desert Palm Hospital.
We made lunch plans, but she canceled.

She give a reason why?

Michael.

Michael?

Michael Clark. Um, she's been
seeing him for a month or so.

He's a surgical intern. When she
didn't show up for work today, I called

the house... her cell... no
answer, so I drove by after shift.

And how did you get in?

We have each other's keys.

Did you touch anything inside?

No. I walked in and ...
I saw her and I ran out.

Kelly, this, uh, Michael
- is he just a guy, or is he somebody special?

He was the first guy that
Debbie ever blew me off for.

And did you see him
today, at the hospital?

No. I figured they
were both playing hooky.

... Single girl. Alone in
the house. Got my attention.

I'm running for captain
of the neighborhood

watch. I'll probably have to self

appoint myself, but I'm going
to put out a flyer, you know,

about shutting doors,
locking windows, I mean,

the thing is ... you just
don't think it's going to

happen to you. You know what
I'm saying? On your block ...

Listen, Pike. Stop talking. I
never seen somebody so excited about

Let me tell you something:
I know the business

of everyone up and down
this block, all right?

Who's cheating on his wife,
who's behind on his bills, whose

kid's going to become the next Manson.

Let's talk about Debbie Marlin.

You know what they say about nurses.

What's that?

That-that they like to party.

Hey, look. You see a
stethoscope around this chest?

No. You want to know
why? I'm not a doctor.

So I couldn't even get close to her.

Well, who is getting close?

It's like a fricking doctor auto mall

over there. You know,
hunky surgeons, board

certified, lots of
dough. And if you want my

opinion, I think they
were dropping quarts.

Okay, did you notice any
automobiles, any cars out front?

You know, as a matter of
fact, sir, yes. Black Mercedes,

E320. 2004 model, been there

about a month. Rolls in
all hours. I'm figuring

on call, booty call. That kind of thing.

When's the last time
you saw the Mercedes?

Two days ago. Around lunch. And, uh,

he stayed for a little
bit of dinner, too.

Thanks a lot.

Yeah, this is Detective Jim Brass.

See if you can find a
2004 Mercedes, black,

registered to a Michael
Clark, M.D. Thanks.

I have absolutely
nothing. How are you doing?

I got a lot. Check out the backseat.

Bananas. Stuffed mushrooms.

Chocolate syrup, a six-pack
of soda, a box of condoms.

No surprises there.

Fresh bag of groceries
in an unlocked car?

Maybe she was interrupted.

One thing I can never get over with
this job: Anything can happen to anybody.

That's why we're here.

This bathroom is the reason
she bought this place.

What am I smelling?

Cleanser. Bleach maybe.

Arterial spray is neck high. Indicates
she was standing when she was attacked.

And the highest gush of
blood has the most volume.

Definite lack of lividity.
She must have bled out.

The killer had to get something on him.
Had to be a bloody mess, but there's

no ... footprints, there's
no handprints, no smears.

She looks like she was
placed in this position.

What's the message?

What do we got here? Pendale's
milk. Non-fat. Half a gallon.

Unopened.

Groceries that made it inside.

Fancy crackers... brie.
Coupons with no receipt.

No receipt? This milk
expires on the 23rd.

Eight days from now.

Milk is delivered daily to the supermarket.
That's a ten-day window. People usually

reach back for a fresh one. Hmm
... subtract ten from the 23rd?

She was at Pendale's two days ago.

Well, according to Brass, that was the last
time her boyfriend's car was seen out front.

Positive for both.

Same here. So there's blood in all
four drains, followed by bleach.

He kills Debbie in the shower. Then he
washes up in both sinks and in the tub? Why?

The answer is in the drains.

He cleaned everywhere
but inside the shower.

We're never going to know where the
blood ends and the bleach begins.

Where's all this blood coming from?

Dr. Clark is on my
surgical rotation. He was

scheduled to assist
this morning. No show.

Oh. Was that like him?

No. It's completely out of character. See,
half these interns come in here so scared,

they couldn't carve a turkey.
I have to give them scalpels

with training wheels.
Clark was different.

He, uh, he's a real artist, a
steady hand. Yeah, he has a gift.

How about outside the O.R.?
Was he socially gifted?

He turned a lot of
nurses' heads, but it never

interfered with his
work. Why the questions?

Debbie Marlin, one of your
nurses, was murdered. Throat

slashed. You didn't know
this? Dr. Clark and his "steady

hand" haven't been seen or
heard from since, so you don't

have to be a brain surgeon
to guess what I'm thinking.

Uh... all I can ask is that I...

I hope that you're wrong
about Dr. Clark. Excuse me.

No cleansers. No rags, no
sponges, no paper towels ...

You'd think that she restocked
when she went shopping.

Well, I'm thinking the killer
used everything the victim had.

And then disposed of it.

Nothing.

Nothing here.

I think I found the
victim's internal organs.

This guy meant business.

I think I can confirm the victim's male.

It seems he vacuumed to remove
any trace from the house.

City picks up the evidence and
spreads it all over the dump.

We have the victim's
clothes. Very neatly folded.

Well, if this is our boyfriend, then
... Brass is looking for a ghost.

Heard about the shower. Nurse, huh?

Multiple hairs, multiple donors.

Looks like she had a few "friends"
over. A little nurses gone wild.

Blanched.

Killer poured bleach
down all the drains.

Talk about sucking all
the life out of DNA.

If there's anything left,
it's probably denatured.

Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait...
bleach might have missed this one.

Lucky for us ... we got a skin tag.

She's exsanguinated time of death
is anybody's guess. Rigor's past, so

it's over 24 hours. Deep incised
wound of the anterior and lateral neck,

transecting both carotids
and the anterior trachea.

Cut's clean. Extremely
sharp, short instrument.

Scalpel?

That's what I'm thinking.

You know, I caught a 25-pound yellowtail
last year off the coast of Mexico,

and it took me half an hour to
filet. Dismembering an adult male with

this precision and without cutting
through the bone, twelve hours minimum.

Half a day. That's patience.

The, uh, patella was cleanly removed.
And with one slice, the femur was

separated from the tibia
and the fibula. There's

a perverse elegance to this butchery.

Oh, I'm not so sure I see it that
way. A killer with knowledge of anatomy

whose tool is a scalpel. I
think the butcher was a doctor.

So David, isolate all ten fingers, ink them, give Jacqui the ten
- card. We need to know who he is.

Grissom.

Hey.

Sara, uh, listen, I'm in a
bad area. I'll call you back.

I got a skin tag off
the bathtub drain pipe.

Skin tag? That's great.
Uh, give it to Greg.

Yeah, I did. Hey, do you want me to
come over there and give you a hand?

No, I-I'm fine. I'll-I'll,
uh... I'll talk to you back

Hey, where'd Brass find the car?

Long-term parking at McCarran. Ran the plates. R.O.-- Dr. Michael
Clark. The head of security is giving us a copy of the surveillance tape.

So, he kills her and whoever she
was with, and then he hops a plane?

Well, it seems like that. You
know what they say down at P.D. The

quickest way to get a car stolen is
to leave it at the airport unlocked.

See what I mean?

Who doesn't know that?

Black powder on a black dash.

I know. Let's just superglue it, huh?

Wipes and swirls. He cleaned
everything but the driver's seat.

Well, he had to drive
himself to the airport, right?

He put something on the seat.

Whatever he put, he took it with him.

The black, plastic bag, maybe?

He missed a piece.

He puts a bag on the seat,
and then he adjusts it.

How tall was he? Five-nine,
according to the DMV report?

Wow. I'm six-two, and this is
more than enough room for me.

So, whoever was driving this car,
was way taller than five- nine.

Two days ago, Debbie Marlin is off work. Sometime in
the morning, Sometime in the morning, she buys groceries.

It's from Pendale's, the
closest store in West Charleston.

Brass talks to the box boy, remembered her,
saw her just before his lunch break at 11:15.

Pendale's is about 20 minutes
from her house. Where's Nick?

American Academy of
Forensics Science Convention.

Hey, guys, can we continue, please?

She comes home from the grocery store.

She parks in the driveway,
and she begins to unload.

She takes out her perishables
first. She has to go

back for second shifts,
so she probably leaves

the front door open.
leaves the front door open.

Explains why there was no forced entry.

Getting ready for her date.

Lighting candles. Multi-tasking.

She opens up a bottle
of wine, two glasses.

Her girlfriend said that she was locking
down for the afternoon with Michael Clark.

Nosy neighbor puts the Mercedes in
the driveway sometime around noon.

Thought you guys would want to know.
The hair Sara found is a match to the

bags of human tissue. Prints confirm
it. Per Jacqui, it's Michael Clark.

So, um, most of our efforts have been
towards identifying another victim.

Michael Clark. But can we
place him dead at the house?

Greg, what else can you
tell us about that hair?

You mean hairs? There were two.
Ancillary, maybe arm or leg hair.

Found it in the tub drain.

The abbatoir of choice
... for dismemberments.

According to Jacqui, there were no prints
found on the scalpel blades or handle,

...but the blood's a
match to both victims.

So Michael Clark was dead in the tub.

We just don't know how he got there.

Well, I KM'd the carpet at the threshold
of the bathroom. It's negative for blood.

So all the violence took place in the bathroom,
at least anything that had to do with blood.

The bathroom is big, but it's not big
enough to kill two at the same time.

She lights the candles in
the shower. Her back is to the

door. He grabs her from behind...

... and slits her throat.

Then he positions her body ..

...so that her face is the first thing
the boyfriend sees when he walks in.

So he takes seconds to kill Debbie. So why does
he spend so much time cutting up Michael Clark?

Most likely because Michael Clark
was the real focus of his rage.

Don't tell me you never went home?

Okay. I just got started in here. Haven't
even gotten to the other rooms yet.

You know you lose your edge after sixteen
hours. You're into your third shift.

I mean, I'm all for overtime,
but this is just plain greedy.

My knees can't take this anymore.

Have you eaten anything?

What did you bring?

I'll see what's in the fridge.

We have to replace that, you know.

Hey ... black lung.

Ha, ha. I've been sifting through
this trash for about six hours.

You coming to rescue
me or make fun of me?

I am just looking. Relax.

What are these white fibers here?

They must be from the spare bedroom

because all the other carpets are green.

Spare bedroom wasn't on
his entrance or exit path.

Look, all I know is that they
were near the top of the bag,

so it must have been one of
the last things he vacuumed.

I did happen to find this butterfly

pendant, with some white fibers on it.

It looks like a necklace or
a bracelet and it has this

link that snaps, so I'm
thinking... sign of struggle?

The killer was in that spare bedroom.

Feel better?

Well, now that we fed you, we
should probably talk about a shower.

I mean at your place.
You need to go home.

As soon as we find some
evidence, I promise.

With fresh eyes, you won't miss it.

Just talk it through with
me, will you? What do we know?

All right. The bathroom is where
things got started, candles, oils,

steam shower, cleaned
up, oiled up, sexed up.

Let's go back to the bedroom.

No, nothing on this sheet.

She changed her sheets for her date
- I would.

Hey, Cath? Got silk?

Why, yes, I do.

I don't mean to
embarrass you, but, um ...

...some guys need leverage.

They do?

I'll dust for prints.

Grissom.

It's Warrick. I have
something for you. I found a

butterfly link with
some white fibers on it.

Butterfly? Where?

In the vacuum bag. You
check all the rooms?

I haven't checked the spare bedroom.
Let me look again and I'll call you back.

All right.

Hang one. Toe print.

I'll have Sara compare
it against both victims.

Good. Warrick found a butterfly
charm in the vacuum bag.

I think I just found a piece
from the same chain in this box.

Butterfly, huh?

She had a collection.

Gifts from her ... gentlemen callers?

Maybe the killer was taking his
gift back, as in leave no trace.

Maybe he finally ran out
of patience and got sloppy.

And this is why I didn't leave.

Hey, you seen Grissom?

He's still at the crime scene.

I eliminated both victims from
the print you pulled off the bed.

Well, we know she was
fishing off the company pier.

You, uh, seen Debbie?

Yeah, I compared her toe prints.

If I didn't know better, I'd
think that was you on that table.

I didn't really look at her face.

When you see Grissom, will you tell him?

Oh, that feels nice. Do you

have something to take this off?

Just step on the card, please.

Good thing you caught
me early in the shift.

Yeah, lucky for me. I think I could

probably tell who pulled a double.

Listen, I've got a
patient waiting in pre-op.

We'll have you out in
a minute. We appreciate

you providing your prints voluntarily.

Well, there's probably a little bit

of a lot of us in Debbie's house.

Oh, we'll know soon enough.

You understand, right? The police
aren't the only ones with a code

of honor. Now, some of these men
are married, and if this gets out ...

Nothing gets out unless
it needs to get out.

Got a match.

Dr. Tripton.

I'm afraid your patient in pre-op is going
to have to wait a little while longer.

Don't really know why I'm here.

Your toe print was found
in Debbie Marlin's house.

Same house she was murdered in.

Her car was in the
shop, and I gave her a

ride home one night, and she
invited me in for a cup of coffee.

She didn't like anyone wearing shoes
in the house. Some Feng Shui thing.

So, you Feng Shui-ed
your way to the bed?

She was provocative. You take your
coat off, she has her clothes off.

She came on to me.

Come on, doc, let's do it.

Take a look.

All right, well, let's talk about
what's not open to interpretation.

Yours were the only
prints found in the house.

Michael Clark was on your
rotation -- he was on your surgical

team the day he was
killed. You called in sick.

Surgery was cancelled.
Freed him up to be

with Debbie, who also had
the day off. What luck.

My son had a ball game. My daughter
was at a swim meet. My wife was at

a conference, and the surgery
was elective. Not a stretch.

Your wife know about you and Debbie?

No.

She asked for sex, right? She also
asked for the bracelet, too, huh?

No, but ... I gave it to her. This one.

She loved butterflies.
Uh, I figured if I gave

something special to her, she'd
give something special to me.

Hmm. So it was a
long- term relationship?

That's the hair from the spare bedroom.

There's an oily film on
the surface of the hair.

Propylene glycol. Active ingredient

in rogaine for male pattern
baldness. Personally, I don't use the

stuff, but my grandfather, Papa Olaf
-- he was Bruce Willis at age 16.

Lucky for me, baldness comes from
the mother's side, so I'm safe...

Greg, please, I'm very tired.

Well, maybe the guy we're looking
for is going bald... or trying not to.

According to Papa Olaf, a lot of guys
who use rogaine also use propecia,

kind of like a cocktail. I ran the
hair through massspec. I got four peaks:

Ethyl alcohol, propylene glycol,
minoxidil, and finasteride.

Finasteride, the chemical
name for propecia.

But wait, there's more,
and it's a family secret.

Sexual. Happens in less than

two percent of users. Papa Olaf was one
of those guys that needed hydraulics.

Oh.

The prodigal CSI returns.
You get any sleep?

Not yet.

So, uh, Brass had to let Dr.
Tripton go. The old sex alibi.

Too bad he didn't leave a
toe print on a scalpel blade.

You got a take on him?

Balloon head, but credible...
like most adulterers.

Is he going bald?

Not really.

Grey hair?

No.

Anything else?

He's a lefty.

Okay, keep in mind, this
is just a theory. It's

a hot button issue among
forensic pathologists.

What's the consensus?

Most doctors say it's
impossible to prove handedness

based on the wounds
inflicted on a victim.

Forget hard science.
What's your hypothesis?

Based on micro-incisions and
hesitation marks, the victim was

lying face up when he was killed.
Take a look at the right knee.

The cut on the cartilage of the right
distal femur has slight angulations

from the, uh ... left distal to the right
proximal, which suggests the killer was

left-handed. This angulation is
consistent with cuts made to the acetabulum

and to the wrist, but bear in mind,
it's not going to be admissible in court.

I don't care about court. My mind's on a

left-handed, propecia-using surgeon
who's probably on staff at Desert Palm.

There was no need for the light
show. All you had to do was ask.

Good. Since we're being completely
honest ... are you losing your hair?

I'm a 48-year-old
man. I'm not unique.

Your hair is, though.
We found it at the crime

scene. Minoxidil absorbs infrared light.

I-I take rogaine and
propecia. Again, not unique.

Well, we think that Debbie Marlin
and Michael Clark were killed by

a surgeon who is left-handed,
and we know of two left-

handed surgeons at Desert Palm: Dr.
Tripton, who has an alibi, and you.

Well, if you're going to
make accusations, you should

really do your homework. Howard
and I are the only lefties

on staff. Dr. Randolph, who has privileges
at the hospital, he's also a lefty.

We play tennis every Wednesday.
He's got a heck of a back-hand.

If you want me to name
more names, I could, but

you don't want me to do
your job for you, do you?

Gentlemen... we're
here as a courtesy, so

if you're quite through
wasting our time,

I think that the doctor would like to
get back to the business of saving lives.

Not so fast. Is this a link
from a bracelet you gave Debbie?

Mm-hmm. It looks like it.
Where's the rest of it?

This link was vacuumed from the
floor of the spare bedroom after the

murder. The other link
was in her jewelry box.

The funny thing is that
all the bracelets from the

other guys she slept with are intact.

Well, all I can tell you is when I
gave it to her, it was in one piece.

Do you have any other evidence?

No, we don't.

We might not have any other
evidence, but we have a theory.

That's not admissible in court.

Oh, no, no, it's worth a listen.

We think you killed
Debbie Marlin because she rejected you,

and Michael
Clark paid the price.

Thank you for your time
and your theories, but

you said it yourself: You
don't have a case. Doctor.

It's sad, isn't it, doc? Guys like us.

Couple of middle-aged
men who've allowed

their work to consume their lives.

The only time we ever touch other people

is when we're wearing our latex gloves.

We wake up one day and realize that for

fifty years we haven't
really lived at all.

But then, all of a sudden...
we get a second chance.

Somebody young and beautiful
shows up. Somebody ...

...we could care about. She
offers us a new life with her...

but we have a big decision to
make, right?

Because we have to risk everything we've

worked for in order to have her.

I couldn't do it ...

... but you did. You risked it all ...

...and she showed you a
wonderful life, didn't she?

But then she took it away and
gave it to somebody else,...

...and you were lost.

So you took her life.

Debbie, it's me, Michael.

You killed them both,
and now you have nothing.

I'm still here.

Are you?