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Joe! Hey Joe!

Hey Joe!

Joe! Phone!
Phone!

I'm not your damn secretary
and your wife's not my boss!

You hear that, Cheryl?

This is a company phone.

If this is an Indian burial ground,
I'm totally screwed.

I'll be in litigation for months.

I can't make any promises, sir,

but I don't think the Paiute wore heels.

Hey! What does it look like?

Well...

The body's been covered with something.

It's black.
It's flexible...

But it's pretty stubborn.

I think it's roofing tar.

It keeps the smell and the animals away.

It makes our job a lot harder.

We've got disturbed soil
in a three-by-five perimeter.

Gentlemen!

Start your shovels!

Do you think our Jane Doe was buried alive?

I don't know.

When she was discovered,
she was completely encased.

Whoever buried her sure had access to a lot of tar.

I'm thinkin' a construction worker.

Nick, did you get that last soil sample?

Yeah, but I think I got something else, too.

Hey, guys.

Check this out.

A third foot.

Looks like there's another body under the body.

I don't know if she was buried alive, but...

she wasn't buried alone.

Two sets of hands.
Two sets of feet.

Two skulls, two bodies.

Both appear to be female.

Jane Doe Bottom's curled up.

Jane Doe Top's laid out flat.

This looks like... barbed wire.

It's in her mouth.
Could be a dental appliance.

Or maybe some kind of torture device.

You're thinking ritualistic?

I don't know what I'm thinking.

They told me you dug up two bodies covered in tar?

So. How you going to separate them?

I'm not sure yet.

Obviously I can't saw through

without potentially destroying evidence, so...

If the tar were harder, I could chisel it.

If it were softer, we could peel it off.

I have an idea.

Of course you do, but last I checked,

the backlog on grave was about...

a hundred cases?

You've been spending too much time with Ecklie.

I'm off the clock.

I came in early for this.

You ever done this before?

But I do know that tar

becomes as brittle as glass
at about minus 200 degrees.

Okay, Mr. Wizard.

Not much left of her but the clothes.

Well, let's see what
our other one looks like, shall we?

Oh, boy.

I gotta get my shift started.

- Good luck with the case.
- No, no, no.

You're not going to just destroy
this skull and split.

You can make a nice mold from the impression.

I'm short-handed as it is.

I think Sara just wrapped a case.

If you need her, she's yours.

Look at you, Mr. Straightedge.

I did not know that your hair could do that.

- I look like a dork.
- No, no.

No, you look like a pro, which is what you are.

Let me guess... a prelim for Sherlock?

Who's your judge?

...Dudley... Anderson?

Yeah. Well, not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Speak slowly.
Use simple terms.

- You're gonna nail it.
- Sara.

You're mine tonight.

The ups and downs and roundabouts

Where are they leading to?

The in-betweens and silly thoughts

How do we make it through?

Homeward

Heading homeward

Tell me what becomes of us

Heading homeward

Tell me what becomes of us

Heading homeward

Tell me what becomes of us

Tell me what becomes of us.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Jane Doe Top.

- Nice job.
- Thanks.

Thank you, Sara.

Well, Doc Robbins told me that she had

severe trauma to the skull,
probably what killed her.

Well, that would explain the blood
David found on her shirt.

Mia's running DNA right now to find out
if it matches the victim,

or any suspects, for that matter.

Remember, now, she had a broken jaw.

That was 26-gauge stainless steel.

It's used to surgically wire jawbones shut.

What's with the fingers?

Distal phalanges were cut off.

Both vics, both hands.

I cast tool marks.
Looks like some kind of opposed blade tool.

Jagged on one side, smooth on the other.

Well, if it was pre-mortem,
that would support torture.

Yeah, but if it was post,

they probably did it to conceal identity.

Hey, you guys still working
on that mass-grave theory?

You know what I like about
flesh decomposing in soil?

It's predictable.

The constituent elements diffuse
into the ground over time.

The longer they're there,
the lower the concentrations.

I tested the soil samples Nick
took from around each body.

Curly Sue was on the bottom
for at least five years,

and Flat Sally was on top for only two.

So we've got a killer who digs a grave,

dumps a body, covers it with tar,

comes back three years later, digs again and

dumps another one on top of it?

Ten to one, it's domestic abuse.

Beat up, then shut up.

You hitting every E.R. in town?

Seems like it.

These are all the jaw fractures

that came in from two to three years ago.

Thank you.

We don't get as many of these as we used to.

Domestic violence laws have forced men
to get smarter about their hitting.

Why don't you... you wait for me here, 'kay?

Have a seat, Mr. Melton.

I married June about a year
after Svetlana left.

And when was the last time
that you saw Svetlana?

It was about two years ago.

She didn't come home one night.

Next thing I know,
the cops are knocking down my door.

I thought something happened to her, but

they were there to arrest me.

For hitting her.

Are you saying that you didn't?

We were married for three years.
I never hit her.

- Why would she lie?
- I don't know.

And then what happened?

After that, I... I was done.

I went looking for her to sign
the divorce papers, but...

it was like she fell off
the face of the earth.

Or got buried a few feet under it.

Look, I took out ads in the newspaper
every day for a month.

She never responded.

Yet you didn't file a missing persons report.

I'd been accused of abuse.

How would that have looked?

You seem to care a lot about
the way things look, Mr. Melton.

Well, we're gonna need a list
of Svetlana's friends and family.

She didn't have any.

She spawned from nothingness?

Her parents died in some kind of
industrial accident

- in Odessa.
- Russia?

How did the two of you meet?

Through an agency.

Svetlana was a mail-order bride?

We were introduced through an agency.

So what happened?
The Russian agency

denied your application for another wife,

or you lost your taste for white meat?

- Too tough?
- You know what, lady?

I am not gonna feel bad about my decision.

I dated American women, like you.

They don't want to be anyone's wife,

or mother... you mention the word "domestic,"

they're done with you.

It's nice to be needed...

not resented.

Yeah, I find isolation
and dependency really sexy, too.

You know what?
You can think whatever you want.

Look, all I am asking is to have a black-and-white
do regular welfare checks.

Did the wife ask for help?

Well, that's kind of hard to do
when you don't speak English and you're a sex slave.

I'm sure she doesn't know her rights.

You can't arrest someone for marrying
the wrong person.

You would know.

If the guy's an abuser,
if he killed his first wife,

we will build a case and we will nail him.

And in the meantime, he can just keep
using her as a punching bag.

Sara, I was there...
There wasn't a mark on her.

Not that we could see, Catherine.

You know... every time we get
a case with a hint

of domestic violence or abuse,
you go off the deep end.

- What is your problem?
- Yeah, I probably do,

and you let your sexuality cloud
your judgment about men,

and I'm gonna go over your head.

Sidle!

Get in my office.
Now.

You are a law enforcement officer

and a representative of this city.

That means I expect you to conduct yourself

in an appropriate manner,
in and away from this lab.

You know what?
If this is gonna be

one of your "for the good of
the lab" speeches, don't bother,

- I've heard them.
- Just take a seat.

Willows is a supervisor...
That means you treat her with respect.

Insulting her in front of coworkers...

- She's not my supervisor.
- All right... your superior.

Sara, you berate witnesses,

you disrespect the people you work with,

you luck your way out of a DUl.

Take a look... You got a half
a dozen complaints in your jacket.

And if Grissom really documented your performance,

there'd probably be a dozen more...

that's not the kind of person I want in my lab.

The only reason this is your lab

is because Grissom doesn't kiss ass.

You couldn't hack it in the field,
so you fail your way up,

you break up our team,

and now you just hang out in the hallways
waiting for one of us to screw up.

Sidle, you're on one-week suspension without pay,

- Great.
- and, when you get back,

you're apologizing to Catherine.

No, I'm not.

What's going on around here?

I don't want to talk about it.

Okay, so, this is the jacket
that Svetlana was wearing

the night that she went into the hospital?

Yeah. I pulled it out of the vault

from the original abuse charge two years ago.

Most of the blood is Svetlana's,
although there is a small portion

that comes from an unknown male.

So I'll see if the husband's willing
to give us a comparison.

Don't bother, he already voluntarily gave a sample

the night that this happened, and it's not a match.

So he was telling the truth?

I did find this... in her pocket.

Is that the husband?

Niet.

Well, they're looking pretty friendly here.

And you could write some teen poetry

from the words that are highlighted
in this dictionary.

Well, maybe Andrew found out that Svetlana

wasn't as lonely as he thought she was.

Catherine, I heard Ecklie suspended Sara.

- What can we do?
- Nothing.

No?

Sara's always been there for anyone who needs her.

She's always had my back.

So what if she flew off the handle a little?

Greg, she crossed the line with a suspect,

she was inappropriate with me and with Ecklie,
she needs the time off.

A lot of blood on that blouse.

Yeah, well, her wounds don't just trickle,
man, they-they gush.

Were you able to get anything off these jeans?

Found this paper.

It was found in the pocket.

Decomp trashed it, though.

That reminds me of the time
I as at the Ghost Bar,

and I ran into this hottie.

I mean, the girls was an absolute dime.

And I didn't have my phone on me,

so I wrote her number down on paper,
and put it in my pants.

The jeans ended up in the wash.

But...

Fatty acids dissolve the ink,

and it leeches onto the pocket lining.

That must've been a pretty hot number
you had there, boss.

Yeah, it was.

All right, first we mirror it,

and then we remove the background texture

of the cotton weave.

Sharpen the contrast, will you?

"Madame... "
"Matryoshka's. "

"Tuesday...

g a. m."?

Some kind of appointment.
"g a. m."?

Do you know what matryoshka are?

Sure.

Russian nesting dolls.

Oh, yeah, yeah, the dolls that look alike,

that fit inside of each other, right?

My grandma had a set.

Anyway, people who've gone
from writing Cyrillic to English

often write their nines as lowercase G's.

You have appointment for haircut?

Nah, I'm trying to get a Rastafarian thing going.

Is there an actual Madame Matryoshka?

Chloe Daniels.
What can I do for you?

I'm Detective Jim Brass, Las Vegas Police.

This is Nick Stokes from the Crime Lab.

We're here about Svetlana Melton.

Yeah, she used to work here.

- In what capacity?
- Hairdresser.

- You mean wife-to-be.
- Yeah.

- For money?
- Yeah.

Sounds a lot like prostitution to me.

Yeah, well, it's not.

Look, I didn't invent this.

Go on line...

there are dozens of sites with thousands of women.

They advertise these exciting trips to Kiev.

I just bring Kiev to you.

I sponsor 90-day work visas,
teach the girls a trade.

They cut hair for men.

So men shop for a wife.
You screen the guys?

You pick up a woman at a bar,
does the bartender screen you?

You take her home, take her to your bed.

How well did you screen her?

You should be sainted.

I don't know about that.

Svetlana ended up dead.

You recognize this guy?

Yeah. Ken Wellstone.
Lives down the street.

Actually comes in for haircuts.

Isn't interested in my service.

Not the marrying kind, I guess.

Yeah, I-I'm sorry, there seems
to be a really fine line here between...

peddling marriage and peddling flesh.

When is marriage anything else?

- Nick is...
He's an old-fashioned guy.

Really?

Well, what do you think engagement rings are?

Just proof that a man can pay for his bride.

Look, caveman would go steal
a woman from a neighboring clan.

He'd tie her hands and her feet
till she wouldn't run away.

Once she'd stay put,

he would only tie her finger,
just to remind her.

So you're a romantic.

Marriage is not romance.

It's a contract with the state.

It's an investment in your future.

I'm not making it about money, it just is.

She cut my hair.

She licked your cone.

Well, I-I took Svetlana out once for...
for ice cream.

It was... it was a hot day.

- That's it?
- Yeah, that's it.

She gave me some sob story

about how she was married to some abusive guy,

you know, and how...

She begged me to help, and...

I don't... I don't need that kind of drama.

Mr. Wellstone, what do you do for a living?

I'm a real estate agent.

You're not in construction or anything?

No. Why?

Something happen to Svetlana?

Yeah, she was murdered.

We're gonna need to get a DNA sample from you,

and I'm gonna take a look around your place.

- Is that cool?
- Sure. Yeah, go ahead.

Well, if you're here, it can't be good.

Can I come in?

Want to ask me if I'm drunk?

We both know that's not your problem.

I spoke to Catherine.

Ecklie?

- He wants me to fire you.
- I figured.

Can I get you anything?

Sure. An explanation.

I... lost my temper.

That seems to be happening quite a bit.

Do you know why?

What difference does it make?
I'm still fired.

It makes a difference to me.

I have a problem with authority.

I choose men who are emotionally unavailable.

I'm self-destructive.

All of the above.

Have you ever gone a week without a rationalization?

It's from The Big Chill.

One of the characters
explaining a basic fact of life...

that rationalizations are more important
to us than sex even.

I am not rationalizing anything.

I crossed the line with Catherine,

and I was insubordinate to Ecklie.

- Why?
- Leave it alone.

No, Sara.

What do you want from me?

I want to know why you're so angry.

It's funny...

the things that you remember
and the things that you don't, you know.

There was a smell of iron in the air.

Cast-off on the bedroom wall.

There was this young cop puking his guts.

I remember the woman who took me to foster care.

I can't remember her name.

Which is strange, you know, 'cause

I couldn't let go of her hand.

Well... the mind has its filters.

I do remember the looks.

I became the girl whose father was stabbed to death.

Do you think there's a murder gene?

I don't believe that genes are
a predictor of violent behavior.

You wouldn't know that in my house.

The fights, the yelling, the trips to the hospital.

I thought it was the way that everybody lived.

When my mother killed my father,

I found out that it wasn't.

So the tar from your carpet matches the tar

that Svetlana Melton was buried in.

Tar... I... where?

I mean, I have no idea what you're talking about.

We also found your blood on her parka

that she wore to the hospital two years ago.

I can explain that.
That was from...

So can we... you beat her,
you killed her, you buried her.

No, I didn't.
No, stop, please.

Listen... She... she ran away.

Put that in here.

"Ken, do not look for me.

"I need to go away. Svetlana. "

You know, after everything
that we'd been through

and everything, this just seemed really...

It was cold.

Didn't sound like her.
She usually called me...

Kenski.

So what was your relationship, Kenski?

What was my relationship?
My relationship was...

We were... we were in love.

How did her husband feel about that?

Her husband bought her,
so he thought he owned her.

And Svetlana was way out of his league.

And what she wanted to do
was fast track her divorce.

So she thought maybe if she made
it look like Andrew had beat her,

that that would do it, but that didn't do it

because he'd actually never hit her. So...

How'd she break her jaw?

She begged me.

Please, Kenski. Please.

Hit me hard on face.

It is only way for me to leave this horrible man.

Please, Kenski.

Hit me if you love me.

I just loved her.

All of the blood on Svetlana's
sweatshirt was hers.

Nothing from Ken Wellstone?

No, but some of the drops look a lot like dried blood,

but they came back "Aubergine Sheen number 315,"

professional grade hair dye.

Well, she worked in a hair salon.

Some of the patterns look a lot like cast-off.

Hair dye was present
when she was being attacked.

Ken still could have done it.

True, but his story is so absurd
I almost buy it.

Yeah, well, admit the punch a
nd you go to jail for a night.

Admit the killing and you go to jail for life.

Find anything you like, buddy?

So, you can't sell your kids,
but you can buy their mother.

"I looking for kindest, noble man. "

Well, I got news for you, sugar pants.

Buying women ain't that noble.

Well, life is short.

Dating's complicated.
This makes it much simpler, doesn't it?

It's not supposed to be simple.
Complicated is the whole point.

- It is?
- Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're not telling me you're into this stuff?

Me? No.

But you know, for a guy who's over 40,

lonely, tired of the bar scene,
got a little cash,

wants to buy himself a sweet honey,
be his companion...

He needs a translator,

'cause you're not even speaking the same language.

That's the best part.

Best part of what?

What's all this about?

We have reason to believe Svetlana Melton
was murdered in your salon.

We have a search warrant.

Let them in.

Jagged on one side, smooth on the other.

I got blood spatter next to the hair dye.

Svetlana was a tall girl.

Spatter looks a little low.

Maybe she was sitting.

These chairs don't match.

I think somebody's hiding something.

The stain on the chair was
Aubergine Sheen hair dye.

DNA from the bloodstains
on the walls was too degraded,

Mia could not get a match.

So, we know who the blood belongs to.

- We just can't prove it.
- I think we can, though.

You know some guy was selling
a grilled cheese sandwich on eBay

for something like $20,000
because he claimed the burn pattern

contained the face of the Virgin Mary?

How much you think I can get for
the face of Svetlana in hair dye?

Hang on.
There's something else.

A recycled love token.
Now, that's tacky.

Yeah, that is pretty tacky.

But it's cause for a warrant.

Everything in order?

I'm not giving you a damn thing
until I read every last word.

Take as long as you want.
We're going to be here a while.

Do you believe this?

What? That the guy locks up his food?

Locks his wife out.

You think he's trying to protect his investment?

Weight goes up.
Value goes down.

Control her food, control her destiny,
I don't know.

Look at this.

She can't even call out for pizza.

Or help.

The necklace.

- No, no, no. No, no.
I got it. I got it.

Svetlana's blood was on the necklace

worn by Andrew Melton's current child bride.

Could you imagine a control freak like him

having to spend the night in jail
on a phony abuse charge?

You know he went looking for her when he got out.

He beat her... He killed her...

and took back the only thing he valued.

It'll never stand up, Rick.
You know how it is,

they'll say the blood could've come from anywhere.

She could've left the necklace behind.

We need a murder weapon.

Yeah, well, good luck on that one.

Crime's over two years old.

All righty. We know that this guy did it.

How do we prove it?

Can we prove he buried her?

I'm not convinced he did.

Svetlana was buried in a pre-existing grave.

Right on top of Jane Doe Bottom.

And both girls' fingertips
were removed by blending shears.

Which we also found at the salon.

And the only people with full access
to the salon are Chloe and Vlad.

Yeah, and Chloe doesn't really seem like
the type that gets her hands dirty.

All right, the relative size of the letters

and the spacing between them

appear to be consistent
with both Vlad's appointment book

and the good-bye note left by Svetlana.

My opinion is it's the same writer.

Well, it looks like the Vladski tricked the Kenski.

According to your credit card statements,

you purchased several buckets of tar

two and five years ago...

at a local hardware store.

Tell me, what's a receptionist at a hair salon
doing with that much tar?

In Russia, I work for certain family.

When they want body taken care of,

I go to oil field, dump body in tar.

None ever found.

Sounds like fun.

Tell me about Svetlana.

Girl already dead.
Nothing I can do.

So you're saying you did not kill her?

No.

Then why'd you cover it up?

Svetlana, time to lock up.

You didn't call 911?

You cleaned up the scene,

buried her, and then you left
a note for Ken.

America is land of opportunity.

Her death should be a total loss?

Andrew Melton is very good tipper.

Was Andrew Melton a very good tipper
five years ago?

No.

Svetlana wasn't buried alone.

There was another body in that grave.

Many girls want American husband.

Sometimes Chloe can't get them a visa.

They come anyway...

She came here in a suitcase,

but she was dead on arrival,

so you take her out to the desert

and bury her in a hole?

Again, girl already dead.
Nothing I can do.

Boy, women can really drive you crazy?

I mean, this perfect creature who needs you,
who loves you.

You think you've got it all worked out.

I mean, you know, your Christmas card's
gonna look like the

the Sears catalogue, right?

And then what?

I mean, you give her stuff, her clothes,
your money and shelter,

and then she goes and makes up some bogus story

about how you attacked her.

Which I never did.

Man... a love like that.

So pure.

I mean, men have robbed banks for less,

put their life on the line...

would kill to protect it.

Everywhere we went,

men were making love to her with their eyes,

defiling her with their thoughts.

It got so bad it wasn't safe to let her
leave the house.

But then she got lonely.

Like a person I didn't recognize.

You made her an American.

In all the good ways...

...and the bad.

Svetlana!

You told them I hit you?!

Why would you do that?

Is that what you want?

You want me to hit you?!

That you want?!

She never appreciated me.

Andrew, what happens?
Andrew?

It'll be okay, honey.
It'll all work out.

You'll see.

You wanted to talk to me about Sara?

I haven't received her disciplinary action.

- What's the holdup?
- Well, I'm not firing her.

What action are you taking?

I've taken it.

- I thought I was clear.
- You were.

Now let me be clear.

Sara's behavior is a direct result of my management.

- So I should fire you.
- But you won't.

Look, Gil...

I've been there.
We're human.

We get attached to people,
we try to fix their problems.

It doesn't work.

She's a great criminalist, Conrad.

- And I need her.
- I'm sure you do.

You know what?

She's a loose cannon with a gun.

And she's all yours.