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What are you doing?

I'm going insane.

I don't understand
this diagram.

You don't need
a diagram.

You need a woman.

I'm looking forward
to your speech.

What A.D. Cavallo
will enjoy the most

is no longer having to lie
about how much work he has to do.

Enjoy your retirement, Bob.

But seriously, folks...

appointing the new
Assistant Director

for the Crime Lab is not
a task I take lightly.

I believe in promoting from within.

I believe in rewarding years

of dedication and devotion
to this Department.

I believe in Conrad Ecklie.

For a proper introduction,
I'd like to turn to his good friend...

and colleague of many years... Supervisor Gil Grissom.

Gil...

I got a 419.

Don't even think about it.

Swing's tapped out.
I'm the back-up.

Here...
you give my speech.

Good luck, Conrad.

Gil...

What's going on?

"What can I say about
Conrad Ecklie?"

"You want to help me
out up here?"

Hey, Griss...

What's with the monkey suit?

I was at a funeral
across the street.

At a casino?
My condolences.

Scene's in the east penthouse.

Gotta use the VIP elevator.

Thanks.

What floor did you want?

Where do you think I'm going?

I wouldn't know.

You don't recognize me.

Apparently not.

In the lab, I usually
wear my hair up.

Oh, yeah...

You're pulling in
when I'm pulling out.

Sofia Curtis.

CSI-Three, day shift.
You work for Ecklie.

As of tonight,
so do you.

Hey, Gil... hey, Sofie.

Sorry to drag you away
from the Chicken Cordon Bleu.

It's the McKinley High Homecoming.

The dance is downstairs,

but the cool kids' party is in here.

This place makes the Rain Man suite
at Caesar's look like my condo.

These rooms are just
for whales and royalty.

What's up?

We're running down the VIP host,
see who's got it tonight.

Okay, paramedics pronounced, left the scene undisturbed.

Name is Nicole Jensen, 17.

Coroner's en route.

I'm gonna talk to the MTV generation.

Where's your kit?

I can send a uniform
to bring it up.

Teenager abuses drugs
and/or booze...

there's a news flash.

Contusions on her neck.

And the position suggests
she was grabbed from behind.

"A night to remember. "

A night to forget.

Okay... so I talked
to the VIP host.

The room was checked out
to Charlie Macklin.

It's his casino.

Yeah, it's for his daughter, Janelle.

She's having an after party
with her and her friends.

Oh, off the streets
and out of trouble.

Best laid plans.

So what's the daughter's story?

She is not in the hall.
We haven't seen her yet.

We're still looking.

I can barely move in this dress

and we haven't cleared
the bathroom yet,

so there it is.

Don't worry,
I'm wearing underwear.

As far as you know.

Liver temp is 97.2.

She's been dead less than two hours.

Banana peel...

G- string...

Scared of that.

Ligature marks on both
of her wrists.

Some kind of adhesive residue, too.

So, she was bound?

Marked impression on her left cheek.

Maybe some sort of circular device
pressed against her face?

No beer or liquor.

Just water, yogurt,
and OJ.

Mixers, not for drinks...
maybe for drugs.

Right pH in the stomach
speeds the buzz.

I think there's narco
around here somewhere.

A- A-Are you talking to me?

No.

Do you always process
like this?

- Like what?
- With your mouth.

Whenever I meet
someone new,

I always say their name
out loud a few times.

Keeps a picture
in my head.

I thought that's why we had cameras.

So, Nikki comes running in
and starts laughing at the carpet.

You know, hurling,
blowing chunks, vomiting.

I got it, Miranda.
I get the picture.

I know what it means.

The others came in,
and, uh...

Someone tried CPR,
I guess.

Didn't work.
We called 911.

- So, uh, you tight with Nikki?
- God, no.

Her dad was a freelance
limo driver.

I mean, you have to have
a felony to get that job.

- How would you know that?
- Everybody knows that.

The guy was an ex-kneebreaker
for the old mob.

You ever see Casino?
The movie?

- Yeah, sure, yeah.
- Whatever.

- The guy Joe Pesci played.
- Tony "The Ant" Spilotro.

Well, he and Nikki's dad
were friends.

- Oh, yeah?
- In real life.

Real lowlifes.

That girl was Kryptonite to me.

I'd be lying if I said any different.

Kids have been going in and out
of the suite all night,

but the front desk only issued
card keys to seven.

Brass has five of them upstairs...

Uh, Janelle Macklin and Sean Paland
are unaccounted for,

so I'll check the casino.

I thought you were going to process
the scene with Grissom.

I was. He said
he had it covered.

Sofia Curtis is up there
with him.

Ecklie's right hand.

Ever do a case with her?

Hey, I heard Grissom stuck you
with his speech.

A napkin is not a speech.

I'm going to need to see everybody
who went in or out

of the east penthouse
since check-in,

and that includes stairwells
and service entrances.

You know, that's Janelle Macklin's suite.

Yeah, I know.

Her father owns the casino.

Okay...

Dance is still going strong.

That's the beauty of high school
in Las Vegas.

Homecoming in a casino,
dance can go all night.

I've been down here
dancing for hours.

- Ask anybody.
- I might just do that.

Why don't you come over here
and talk to me for a second?

Come on, man!

What, you need to tell
your date or something?

- I came stag.
- Come here.

If I want a date,
I'll get one in there.

You know how many couples
break up at Homecoming?

I looked it up.
It's like ten percent.

Staggering.

Hm... you hang out
with Nikki a lot?

Please... the girl's a scarf.

Always hanging on the neck
of anyone with loot.

Is that what was
she doing up in the

P. Diddy suite
with your buddies?

Guess everybody
wanted in on that party.

And Nikki wasn't on the list.

Hey, wait, Janelle...
Janelle, wait!

Look, Nikki,
it's no big deal.

You're not missing anything.

That's easy for you to say.
C'mon, Janelle, we're seniors.

This is my last homecoming...
please!

Janelle's always taking in strays.

Yeah, Janelle...

Do you know where
Janelle is now?

I have no idea.

You know, when I busted
outta there,

she was still up there chillin'
with the rest of them.

Standard SAE kit
was collected.

Physical finding of sexual activity.

Unable to determine
if consensual or rape.

Collected heart blood sample.

Preliminary tox indicates
psilocybin, MDMA,

and THC in the system.

Green-colored fiber was collected
from the nasal passages...

to be forwarded to
Trace Evidence for analysis.

Vomitus mass was found
in the throat and lungs

and there was petecchial hemorrhaging of the lower eyelids.

Preliminary C.O.D. appears
to be mechanical asphyxia

from aspiration of gastric content

as a result of acute
drug intoxication.

Albert Robbins, M.E.,
employee number 228369.

Collected seven used condoms
from two bedrooms.

Not a record in my book.

Fact that the victim's wrists
were bound

suggests possible sex games.

Also pulled a plastic Baggie
from a toilet

containing what looks like
ground-up mushrooms,

probably not the kind
you put on pizza.

Could be the source
of the psilocybin.

One of those kids is still holding.

I'm gonna let Brass know.

That time I was talking to you.

What?
Sorry.

I was, uh,

treating it
like white noise.

- What are you seeing?
- Chicken Cordon Bleu.

Okay, there's no evidence
of that meal anywhere here,

and Ecklie always said you had
an odd sense of humor,

so that would make this a joke.

Not really.

If you're on your feet
when you're throwing up,

the vomit goes everywhere.

The higher you are,
the wider the splash!

But... this vomit is confined
to one specific area.

So she was probably lying down

when she was throwing up.

- Maybe unconscious.
- Or already dead.

Vomit could've been forced out
by CPR compressions.

But that doesn't explain
the bruise on her cheek.

Or the green fibers
in her nose.

Well... may have started here.

Stop it!

Shut up your mouth!

You're all done. Let's go.

What do you mean?

We know you're dealing drugs.

Nikki Jensen's dead
because of you.

No, okay,
wait, okay,

I don't even do...
I don't even drink, okay?

You don't... you don't
want me, you...

you want Rex.

Hey, Rex.

Look, my name is Gavin.

You got my license,
check it.

No, no, it's "Rex", you know, as in RX.

I guess it's a lot more subtle
than "drugstore," right?

I got nothing to do with drugs,
my man.

You already searched me.

Is there anywhere else
you care to look?

Hey, you better save that position
for later, brother.

You're gonna need it,
where you're going.

- Is this our dealer?
- Oh, yeah.

Get this straight, okay?
I'm not a drug dealer.

My dad owns seven restaurants,
including one at the Bellagio

and the gourmet room downstairs.

I don't need drug money.

Well, maybe you just like
getting your friends high.

There's a song about that,
I think.

Hold out your hand.

Duct tape residue.

What do you know?

You know, if the water
is relatively still,

submerged prints
can remain for weeks,

months,
sometimes even years.

Thank you.

When we match your prints on this bag,

you'll be charged with murder.

I didn't give Nikki anything.

The 'shrooms
were for the room.

She was diving in there
with both hands, and...

Did you have sex with her?

So what if I did?
She was... giving it away.

You tied her up and forced her
down on the couch.

That wasn't me.

Grissom.

I just found Janelle Macklin.

Good. We need to talk
to her right away.

That's going to be tough.

Everyone hit the floor!
Now! Now!

They had duct tape.

They tied everyone up,
and they dragged Janelle out.

So how did Nikki end up dead?

Eventually, we all...
got ourselves free.

Everybody was scared,
but Nikki was possessed.

She was wasted.
Freaking out.

- No! I'm leaving!
- Shut up!

Shut up!

We weren't trying
to hurt her.

Well, that's for the DA
to decide.

Why try to hide
the kidnapping?

I told the kids
not to report it.

And I told 'em
not to leave the room.

They were smart enough
to listen.

Janelle's fine.
It's a game.

You know, Mr. Macklin, based
on the surveillance videotape...

I've seen it.

Your daughter looked terrified.

She does school plays.

Says she wants
to be an actor.

At least that's the story this month.

So you think this is all an act?

Daddy's little girl begging for attention.

Right on the button.

Let me tell you about Janelle:

I sent her to a nice
prep school back east,

she flunked out on purpose.

I gave her a Bentley
for her sweet 16,

she wraps it
around a tree.

I've been putting up with
this crap since she was a kid.

I'm done.

When was the last time you actually
talked to your daughter?

Yesterday, when she asked me
to comp the suite.

You want me to call her, fine.

She never goes anywhere
without her cell phone.

We have Janelle.

Wire one million U.S. dollars
to Grand Caymans National Bank,

account number 489-27-63.

If the money is not deposited
within 24 hours, she dies.

I take it that's not
her usual greeting.

If this is a game,
why ask for money?

She obviously doesn't need it.

I pay, she wins.

You want to know why the "abductors"
want the money wired to the Caymans?

Smart move.

Most kidnappers do
get busted at the drop.

That's where Janelle
has her trust is set up.

She knows how
those banks work.

When Steve Wynn's daughter
was kidnapped,

he didn't tell the police.

He went to the Mirage
casino floor,

he got 1.4 million in cash,
he made the drop...

Got his daughter back
in a couple hours.

Yeah, I know the story.

Steve Wynn's daughter
was a real victim.

Janelle isn't.

Game or not, Mr. Macklin,
one girl is dead,

your daughter is missing.

We're compelled
to investigate here.

You do that.

And when Janelle turns up, crying,
saying how sorry she is,

you make sure she answers for it.

Mr. Jensen, your daughter's personal
effects are at the front desk.

At least you got your money's
worth out of the rental.

I just wanted to let you know,

no hard feelings about you leaving the banquet.

You're just...
doing your job.

Have you decided yet who's going
to be the day shift supervisor?

Well, Sofia's a logical choice,

but nothing's official yet.

You should consider Catherine.

She's earned it.

I'll, uh, I'll give it some thought.

Oh, you know... I'd love
to get a copy of your speech.

Just a little souvenir
for my scrapbook.

- I'll get you a copy.
- That'd be great.

Tell me something.

I think my eyes need Band-Aids.

Tough shift.

You did say "shift," right?

I reviewed roughly eight hours

of video surveillance
you so generously provided.

Janelle Macklin and several friends

rode the VIP elevator to the penthouse
around 8:00 p. m.

The only other time Janelle
set foot in the elevator...

she was a ransom note.

Well, we know they didn't take
the VIP elevator down...

And, based on the video,
they didn't use the stairs

or the service elevator,
either.

Maybe's she's still
in the suite.

It's a big room.

Man, there must be over
a hundred shoeprints in here.

Even more fingerprints
on those buttons.

Good luck.

Thanks a lot.

- How's it going?
- Great.

Got all the towels
we need here.

Yeah...

I might stick a few
of those in my trunk.

The same costumes
as the kidnappers.

These guys definitely knew
their way around this hotel.

Yeah.

Hey, Catherine...

got everything we need
for Halloween except the candy.

The abductors exposed their faces
to Janelle Macklin.

That's one of two things...

either she knew them,
or they were going to whack her.

Look, I don't know why you had
to drag me down here on my day off.

What's this, Kenny?

I don't know.

Sure you do.

A digital video time-delay.

TiVo-ing the casino.

Now that's ballsy.

You time-shifted the signal from the

west penthouse service elevator

and you fed it to the east monitor.

You were in on it.

Janelle asked me
to do her a favor.

I really like her.

You know, I practically
watched her grow up,

I mean, through the...
cameras.

I'm so fired.

I screwed with Charlie Macklin.

I'm probably dead.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

She said she wanted

to sneak some guys up
to her suite

that Mr. Macklin wouldn't like.

What was I supposed to do?

I mean, she's the boss' daughter.

She's also a person of interest in the death of Nicole Jensen.

- If you know anything...
- I'm telling you,

I don't know where she is.

Definitely not synthetic.

Medulla is 14 microns in diameter.

Continuous cortex.

Imbricate scales.

I'm thinking sheep.

Merino.

Fine wool for fine fabrics.

Why are you talking
to yourself?

I'm trying a new technique.

Is it working?

I have no idea.

Aniline dye.

Most likely BASF or Dupont.

Probably used by every high-end
garment maker in the world.

And black wool is definitely
not used for party dresses.

So it's got to be from those
tuxedo boys in the suite.

You'll have to take
their clothes.

Thread's from your tux, kid.

We got what we need.

So the DA's offered you immunity
in Nicole Jensen's death

for your full cooperation in the kidnapping
of Janelle Macklin.

Let's hear it.

- Go ahead.
- I straight up.

Janelle hired an eye-in-the-sky geek

to knock out the cameras
in the service area.

We swooped in,
scooped her out,

and bam, I mean,
we were over it.

So she paid you
to kidnap her?

No. I wouldn't take a penny
from Janelle.

We've been friends
since grade school.

Oh, so you did it out of the goodness
of your own heart.

Look, my parents have dealt cards
for 20 years, all right?

I didn't grow up with squat.

Janelle, she didn't care
about that.

She still kicked it with me.

So when she asked
for my help, I helped.

Even if it involved
several felonies?

I wasn't even thinking about that.
You don't even get it.

You don't understand what it's like
to be born and raised here.

I mean, Vegas was a dirt lot
until the '60s.

I mean, it's lucky that
I'm not a drug dealer,

and Mr. Mack should be happy
Janelle's not a junkie stripper.

I mean, he was never there for her
like my parents were there for me.

They instilled good values
in my head.

Like kidnapping?

Who's your partner?

Look, counselor, you better
educate your client

on the meaning
of full cooperation.

Uh-uh, nah. Vegas has got
too many rats,

and I'm not gonna be
one of them.

You want to know where Janelle is,
I'll tell you.

But you're not going to believe me.

Try me.

Las Vegas Police!
All right. Open it.

Why did you volunteer
to take a polygraph test?

I want to clear my name.

What crime have you been accused of?

Kidnapping Janelle Macklin.

Did you physically assault
Janelle Macklin?

No way.

Did your partner assault
Janelle Macklin?

No.

I don't know.

- Did you kill Janelle Macklin?
- No.

Do you know where she is now?

No.

It was just a prank.

"Not deceptive. "

So, Dean Tate was telling the truth.

Well, according to the polygraph, yeah.

Hey, guys, I got a work card

hit off of that maple syrup print.

Let me guess.
Mrs. Butterworth?

What are you accusing me of?
eating French toast?

What, eating carbs is against the law now?

No, but kidnapping is.

I don't know anything
about that.

My prints are in that room because
it was Deano's room.

He got it so we'd have a place
to bring the ladies after the dance.

So you're telling me when I take
a sample of your DNA

and compare it to
the kabuki masks here...

that's not going to be you?

Deano rat me?

No. No, the evidence did that.

Look, we were playing around.

I bus tables every day
after school.

A grand's a lot of dough for me.

You know, this was a joke.

You see us laughing?

- Where's Janelle?
- I don't know.

When's the last time
you saw her?

After the kidnapping.

Janelle planted one on my lips.

You know,
to thank me.

I felt it was more than that.

You know, I felt a vibe.

I gave her an hour to chill, then I called her.

Asked her if I could
bring her anything.

She said she was kind of hungry,

so I told her I'd bring her something
sweet to eat, other than me.

For a couple seconds,
I thought I was in.

Then she got a voice mail...

checked it and totally freaked down.

I figured that was my cue to bolt,

so I rolled back down to the dance

to continue with the honeys
I was already working.

I haven't seen Janelle since.
I swear to God.

Well, there he is,

stepping onto the main elevator
from the 15th floor.

Alone.

You crack this kid's head open,

all that would come out
would be T and A.

I think you said that about me once.

Actually, more than once.

- What's the time code?
- 2:04 a. m.

That's right after Janelle Macklin's
last call to her voice mail.

Just like he said.

Let me access the message.

So when are you going to be doing
your final proficiency?

Every time I ask Grissom,
he says, "next time out. "

And then I end up here.

Okay, here it is.

I'm really disappointed with you, Janelle.

All these years you spent
around me at the casino

and you think you can put something
like this over on me?

The only thing I'm giving you
tonight are four little words:

Get... your... ass... home.

And since the surveillance feed

was still being time-shifted
at that point,

my guess is that Janelle took the service elevator out.

So... where does that leave us?

I think we're done.

No actual crime was committed.

The kidnapping wasn't real.

Nicole Jensen's death
was plenty real.

Janelle Macklin's ultimately responsible

for putting into motion the events
that led to Nicole's death.

Well, the broadcast's out
on Janelle and her car.

When she turns up,
she'll have to answer for it.

Well, that's...

highly unsatisfying.

You forgot this
at the suite.

I fixed it for you.

You never know when you might need
to get dressed up again.

She glued it.

Just keep in mind, Gil,
that she is on Ecklie's team.

State trooper reported the car.

Who wants to tell Charlie Macklin?

Janelle left a message
a couple hours ago.

She... she was all worked up,
she was crying,

saying how someone threw her
in the trunk of her car.

And then the call cuts off.

I thought it was just
more drama.

This time didn't seem any different
from all the others.

What kind of kidnapper...

lets you keep your cell phone?

You should let us
answer that question.

Where did you find her, Captain?

Sunset Road.

Near McCarran.

Janelle loved airplanes
when she was a kid.

She was always...
begging me to go...

see them take off and land.

I took her down there.

A couple of times, I think.

Her mother is in Paris.

That's, uh...

what...
nine hours ahead.

Kind of late to call right now.

Oh, my God, Charlie.

They told me about Janelle.

- I'm so sorry, honey.
- Captain Brass, my wife.

How do you do?

I want you to find
whoever did this.

That's what we're trying to do.

Now what?

Mr. Jensen, we need to ask you a couple
of questions regarding Janelle Macklin.

Hm. I believe you were gonna tell me

you were gonna charge somebody
with my daughter's death.

Drink?

Step out of the car, sir.

Not a peep about my daughter,

but page one on Macklin's rich bitch.

Oh, you boys sure move quicker
when there's cash behind it.

Can you account for your whereabouts
in the last six hours?

Why don't you kiss my ass?

Look, we have a witness
who saw Janelle Macklin

get into a town car
near the Hard Rock

earlier this evening.

That's why we impounded
your vehicle.

Found Janelle's bracelet in your car.

What do you think something like this is worth?

Hundred G's at least. Huh?

Enough maybe to help ease the pain?

For you, maybe.

I got a call for a pickup.

I went.

Trying to keep my head in the work,

'cause what else do I have left?

Mr. Jensen, you've got to believe me,

I never meant for anything
to happen to Nikki.

- You get out of this car.
- I-I can pay...

whatever you need
until the day I die.

You wanna pay!?
You wanna pay!?

I told her I was gonna
put two bullets

in her head and dump her
on her daddy's front step.

But then what, you decided
maybe it'd be more fun

to tie her up,

let her choke to death
in the trunk of her own car?

No.

I told her what I felt like doing

so her father would know
the way I feel.

And she got out,
and she ran,

and it's a good thing she ran,

because I might've changed my mind.

Maybe you did.

I'm not that guy anymore.

You sure about that?

It really doesn't make any difference
what you do to me.

My baby's dead.

C.O.D. was asphyxia.

Scarf lodged all the way
down the esophagus,

obstructing the epiglottis.

Completely cut off her air.

And the tox came back
positive for benzodiazepines.

Yeah, that makes sense.
They suppress the gag reflex.

And knock you out
at the same time.

Girl probably didn't even realize
she was suffocating.

Would've been something like falling asleep.

All right, so...

based on the time
that she called her father

and the time we found the car,

she was in the trunk
at least three hours.

That's a slow way to go.

I just got off the phone with Brass.

Let me guess: Jensen lawyered up?

No. He says he didn't do it.

And based off the DNA report,
I believe him.

Mia found saliva and epithelials
on the gag and ligature.

We ran them against
all known suspects.

Everything matches Janelle Macklin.

Daddy, I'm...
I'm in really big trouble.

Um, some guys threw me
in the trunk of my car.

The position of the knot was the key.

Between her wrists and her back

The only way that it could've
ended up in that position

was if she had tied it herself.

And her saliva on the ends
of the scarf confirmed it.

You saying she committed suicide?

I guess I am.

Although I don't think that was her intention.

I think that she was...

hoping that her father
would save her in time.

Daddy, I'm in really big trouble.

Um, some guys threw me
in the trunk of my car.

You've got to believe me.

I- I can hear airplanes.

Um, I-I must be near the airport.

I know you'll find me.
Please hurry.