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Tucker's barking.

Probably another coyote.

What are you doing?

Call the police.

Do it!

Okay.

Freeze!

I said freeze!

I'm not afraid to use this.

Nobody move.

Come on.

My God.

No wallet, no I.D.

80.6 degrees.

He's been dead around 12 hours.

Broken nose, broken cheekbone.

Somebody worked him over
pretty good.

There's a piece of his shirt
that's missing.

That doesn't look like a tear from a struggle.

It looks like it got
snagged on something.

There's heavy foot traffic

but no blood.

It's got to be a body dump.

Could be.

But why here?

Dispatch didn't say
anything about another body.

It's Tucker, their dog.

He was found dead
with his tongue hanging out.

I don't know,
I guess they must've

slipped it something.

I'll get its blood to Tox.

The homeowner said

that nothing was missing
in the house but food.

They get a look at the intruders?
Yeah, the husband says

they were dirty,
you know, like filthy,

like they hadn't showered
in months.

Didn't know if there were five
or 50 of them.

Where is he?

The Orionid meteor shower.

You never get a view
like this in town.

Hm. So, uh, is this part
of the investigation?

No. But we're here,

and it's beautiful.

Footprints...

Going in both directions.

They came and they went.

So dump the body,
raid the refrigerator.

Maybe they had
an appetite for murder.

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# I really wanna know #

# Who... are you? #

# Oh-oh-oh #
# Who... #

# Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you #

# Oh, you! #

Well, it's no secret
how they got in.

Whoa.

Looks like somebody
had a Super Bowl party in here.

They had some kind of party.

Suspect made a mess.

Seems like they were looking
for junk food.

Somebody had sticky fingers.

It's a big desert.

About 25,000 square miles.

And the nearest
town is Pahrump.

That's about 30
miles from here.

But I got water.

We can share.

Who are you today, Moses?

Yeah, Jim, uh...

Grissom and I are going
to take a little walk.

Hey, Doc.

Hi, there, Nick.

I've lost count as to

how many broken bones
this guy has.

Multiple fractures
to the spine, ribs,

pelvis, skull.

Multiple lacerations
and contusions.

No vital response
to the injuries.

Perimortem.

Yep.

He was dumped in a backyard

by a whole bunch
of other people.

Do you think they could've
beat him to death?

Nick, it took a lot of people
to do this.

Dirty dozen.

I count five

distinct treads:
Boots...

Shoes, sneakers.

Drag marks are always
right in the middle...

Thin, parallel lines.

The vic's shoes were
scuffed at the toes.

So, he must've been dragged.

Well, whoever they are,
they like junk food.

Who doesn't?

You ever seen the pyramids?

Does the Luxor count?

What do you think?

I haven't even been to New York.

I'd like to see the pyrami
ds one day.

Keep walking,
we could come upon them today.

So you like archaeology, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Whenever I want to feel small.

Smoke?

I found the point of ignition.

Molotov.

You hear that?

Sounds like a motor.

Think someone's in there?

This looks like
some sort of observation post.

Maybe used to monitor
nuclear tests.

Half of Nevada
was a weapons site.

Stop.

You're not going any furth
er without backup.

Catherine, where
the hell are you guys?

That's a good question, Jim.

I think we're about

three miles northeast
of the Copeland house.

In front of some kind
of military installation.

Hello, Catherine.
Jim, can you hear me?

I'm losing...
You're breaking up. Jim?

Catherine...

Lost him.

Well, we got two choices:

Go back...

Or go forward.

I don't hear any
thing but the generator.

After you.

Las Vegas Crime Lab!

Anyone here?

I count 11.

Me, too.

They're so young.

And number 12 is missing.

Maybe that was the
guy we found in the yard.

Who's there?!

Las Vegas Crime Lab!

Identify yourself!

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

LVPD.

Captain Brass radio'd us.

Said you might be in here
and need assistance.

Well, unfortunately, we're
notthe ones who need the help.

Hey!

Hey, Nick.

How many we looking at, Doc?
11 total.

And it's hot.
You got to move.

Okay.

Yeah, 80 feet
underground, with no A/C.

Thought I was going
to suffocate.

I'm not even going down
there- I'm claustrophobic.

Yeah.

Listen, uh, I did, uh...
a preliminary sketch here.

It's, uh...

Just keep on going.

Oh, man.

What is this place,
a mini Jonestown?

I don't know if they
drank spiked Kool-Aid,

but they drank something.

Smells like alcohol.

I'll process the bottles.

Well, I've matched the shoes

from all the bodies
in the bunker

to the impressions that
we found on the scene.

You got one extra.

It's a size
eight athletic shoe.

I can't account for it.

It doesn't belong to the
guy who was dumped there,

and I've already ruled out
Mr. and Mrs. Copeland.

So one of the people
that dragged that body

through the desert
did not die in the bunker.

The mythology here
appears to be similar

to the Heaven's Gate cult
in California

several years ago.

They committed
mass suicide to shed

their earthly bodies
and hitch a ride

on a spaceship hidden in
the tail of the Hale-Bopp comet.

Well, these earthly bodies got
a good workout first.

Big room, big bed,
light show...

This cult
was about getting laid.

Well, Jim Jones
and Charles Manson

used sex to manipulate
their followers.

I'm guessing they were timing

their ascension to the Orionid
meteor shower last night.

So while you were watching
shooting stars, they were dying.

There's 12 bunks in there,
one bed in here.

There should be 13 bodies.

One prophet,

12 apostles.

And two people are missing.

Maybe they caught the spaceship.

Well...

Would you settle
for a flying saucer?

VIN plate on the burnt-out car

came back to a Vivian Bentley.

She died two years ago
at the ripe old age of 90.

Car was never
re-registered.

Dead end.

Not exactly.

I also found a melted name tag
with a sunburst logo.

Figured I'd let my fingers
do the walking.

You scanned th e Yellow Pages.

I knew the first three letters.

By the way, do you know
how many companies

in Las Vegas
start with S-U-N?

I so don't care.

Well, only one has
the sunburst logo:

Sunview Travel Agency.

Vivian's grandson,
Ty Bentley, works there.

I pulled his DMV photo.

That's the guy that
was dumped at the house.

Brass is going to check it out.

How are we doing
on the other I.D.s?

Including the one that
you just made, we got one.

Ty hasn't been here
for the last two days.

Didn't even call in.

This is his desk.

It's really not like him.

Is he okay?

Does Ty work here full-time?

Yeah. Puts in more hours
than anybody.

Was he a member of any
religious organizations

that you know of?

I don't know.
It never really came up.

Something happened to him,
didn't it?

Yeah.

So the last time you saw
him was two days ago?

He's worked here over a year,
never raised his voice.

Then this strange-looking
customer came in.

Ty must've known him...

I want to talk
to Emma, you freak!

She's moving on, boy.

Would that customer's
information

still be in the computer?

Nobody's touched it since.

Should be the last entry.

Do you know the
person in this photo?

That's Emma, Ty's girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend.
They broke up last year.

Here we go.

Last customer was
a Joseph Diamond.

Booking a trip to
Australia. Sydney.

One way.

One way.

Any good news, Mandy?

A little bit.

A male d. b. at the bunker
matched your partial

from the kitchen door.

So far, he's the only one
with a record.

Matthew Dickens, 19.

Busts for petty theft.

College student.

Yeah, very impressionable.

When I start my religion,

that's where
I'm going to recruit.

I remember him. Matt Dickens.

We called him Hollywood.

He was a...

Religious Studies major.

Right.
Hard-core Trekkie, too.

Mars bars.
Right.

That dude loved junk food.

He smoked a ton of weed.
Guy was a loser.

What do you mean?

His parents sent him
loads of cash.

He spent it all on dope,

and then he stole stuff
to get more dope.

According to the registrar,
he was taking classes

till the end of term,
last fall.

Why did he leave?
He started hanging out

with some other losers, and
they convinced him to drop out.

Yeah, there was a redhead.

She was hot.

But in a... in a
weird kind of way.

Hollywood was a moron.

One week, the guy's
saving the whales,

and the next week,
he's American Taliban.

Yeah. He was totally
into that girl.

She have a name?

Emma.

Was this her?

Is she dead?

They're all dead.

Emma was working Hollywood
with some old guy named Diamond.

Working him?

Yeah, they were running

some kind of religious scam.

Emma tried to recruit me...
with her hands down my pants.

She did that to me, too.

No kidding?

Yeah.

Anyway, uh,

the second she started talking

about outer space
and transcendence,

I blew her off,
'cause I do not waste time

on crazy chicks.

She was really hot, though.

That was almost a year ago.

And then, the last time
I saw Hollywood,

he was with some other freak.

A notch down, though.
Abbey...

I think her name was.

They said they were go
ing to some better place.

I thought they meant UCLA.

Nick, I got a real low signal,
you're cutting in and out.

Say that again.

I said all the prints

on the bottles
belong to the victims.

The prints on the funnel
came back unknown though.

And what about the blood
in the elevator shaft?

It matched to Ty Bentley,

but we can't confirm
he was murdered.

For all we know,
he fell down that shaft.

No, that's unlikely.
After all, they torched his car,

dragged his body three miles

and dumped it
in the Copelands' backyard.

Anything on the liquid
in the bottles?

Yeah, Tox
results just came back:

40 grams percent ethanol.

Now, that's about 80 proof.

Kind of smelled like vodka...
the cheap stuff.

Nobody dies from a martini.

No,

but you add ten grams percent
of Ketamine and they do.

Well, that's enough
to kill a horse.

Yeah, or the Copelands'
dog, for that matter.

Ketamine's a disassociative
anesthetic,

which means
they were hallucinating,

having out-of-body
experiences...

So I was wrong;
They did take a trip.

Well, there are
a lot of different ways

they could have killed
themselves,

so I'm guessing
that was the point.

Ten grams percent of Ketamine
times 12 bottles, that's...

300 milliliters of Ketamine?

Can't score that on the street.

Well, we didn't find
any ephedrine,

which is generally used
to cut Ketamine.

Veterinarians use
liquid injectable Ketamine

as an animal sedative,

so Sophia's checking
with the local vets now.

What did autopsy say
time of death was?

3:15 a. m.?

Between 3:00 and 3:30.

How did you know that?

That's when
the Orionid meteor shower

passed over Vegas.

Ask him if they all died
about the same time.

Nick, was TOD
same for everyone?

Approximately.

It varied with body weight.

Took between 12 and 20 minutes
for 'em to die.

Ketamine's really
hard on the stomach.

It induces vomiting.

I think a combination
of alcohol and the drug

just slowed their lungs.

Ultimately, they died
of respiratory arrest.

Okay, thanks, Nicky.

Got to go.

Did you notice
those buzzards earlier?

No.

But something sure
smells good to them.

Say "ah. "

Ah.

Ahh...

Ahh...

Sore throat, you say?

Okay, I don't see
any inflammation.

Take off your shirt, please.

Can't we just make out?

I'm working, Mr. Brown.

I don't care, Mrs. Brown.

There's nothing wrong with you.

You're just working too hard.

What time you get off shift?

Midnight. You?

Who knows.

I got to get back to work.

Don't even say it, Warrick.

I didn't say anything.

You got to admit though,

working around the ex is
a little strange.

It was a long time ago.

It was a year ago.

You have to trust me.

I do trust you.

But there's still so much

that we don't know
about each other yet.

Okay?

But we got the rest
of our lives to figure it out.

Are you having the
same mirage I'm having?

A silver Beemer in the middle
of the damn desert?

Yeah.

Nice wheels.

Somebody sure went out of
their way to hide this car.

Well, you can sure smell
what the buzzards are after.

Decomp.

Fits the description
of the leader, Joseph Diamond.

Guess he never made it
to Australia.

Something tells me
this wasn't a suicide.

Like this tire iron.

Convenient weapon of choice.

Well, assuming this is Diamond

and Ty Bentley was
a spurned lover

and not a member of the cult...

We're still short one body.

Which I believe makes that body
our number one suspect.

"Thank you for writing; your
father and I miss you so much. "

I hope this helps.
Send more when I can. "

"Mom and Dad went to the
police to report you missing.

"I don't understand what
you're doing with your life.

Your roommate says
you left your things behind. "

"I wish you could tell
me why you need this money. "

"Mom says you joined a commune.

"She's mad.

"Dad sent the money.

"No more money
until I hear from you.

I love you. "

The FBI keeps tabs
on high-risk groups,

cults, religious fanatics.

They were good enough
to fax this over.

Makes good reading.

"Joseph Diamond,
a. k. a. Sirus Bent,

a. k. a. Kelvin Adams... "

Yeah, he founded a group called
"Soul Salvation,"

in Tulsa, in the mid-'9os.

A few years later,

same thing in
Guadalajara, Mexico.

"Recruited susceptible youths,

keeping them isolated
for nine months to a year. "

Yeah, prior to the arrival
of the mother ship,

which they can only enter
in spirit form,

leaving their temporal vehicles,

their bodies, behind.

Mass suicide.

Attempted mass suicide.

They woke up...
probably with a hangover...

And both Diamond
and their money were gone.

And in both cases,

his disappearance coincided
with a meteor shower,

just like the one last night.

Only last night, everybody died.

Depressed fracture.

Well, we found a tire iron
at the scene.

That would do it.

What about TOD?

Well, it's hard to say.

Desert heat,
locked in a trunk...

Both can make liver temp
actually rise.

What about relative
to the other bodies?

Did he die before
or after the others?

Given the degree of decomp,

it appears that he died
before the others.

I can run some chemical tests,

but that's gonna take
some time.

What's this?

Hmm, looks like a money belt.

Gives new meaning
to "strapped for cash. "

Diamond was running
a cash business.

He had all those kids
write home and ask for money.

His return address was
a P.O. box downtown.

I didn't find
any undigested pills

in the victims' stomachs.

We assumed that

they were ingesting
a liquid Ketamine.

So what are these?

Zolpidem.

Popped one
when I went to Europe.

Six hours sleep, no hangover.

Are there enough pills in
that bag to kill 11 people?

Well, if only one person
downed all these,

yes, it'd be lethal.

But divvied up, no way.

Zolpidem's a pretty safe
sedative.

And from what we know,
Diamond was a con man,

not a murderer.

Hey, I lifted a
partial off that tire iron.

Matched it to a print

that Nick lifted off
the funnel from the bunker.

Whoever whacked Diamond mixed
the Ketamine cocktail.

So who brought the Ketamine
to the party?

They had a break-in
the day before yesterday.

Has it been forensicated?

Not yet.
Not much stolen, so...

It's a low priority for CSI.

Expensive equipment,

pharmaceuticals...
doctor even had

his laptop open on the desk.

They obviously knew
what they wanted.

Mm, and where to look for it.

Drugs have been alphabetized.

Missing drug was

between Ivermectin
Otic Suspension

and Methocarbamol.

"K" for Ketamine.

Yeah. They took it all.

Okay, well, it's
probably an inside job.

Just get me a list of current and
former employees, and we'll...

Go from there. Thanks.

Wow, it's alphabetized.

Now what are you doing?

You'll be dusting for prints.

I'll help.

Okay.

That's Emma.

That's our daughter.

Excuse me, sir.

Mrs. Spencer.
Isn't here

Her daughter went to
college with Emma.

Uh, we both received letters

from them last month.

Spencer, you said?

Her daughter's name was Abigail

Well, ma'am, you see,
the letters that we recovered

were damaged.

Not all of them yielded a name.

Well, perhaps she was luckier
than me.

Ma'am...

Would you be able
to identify Abigail?

Absolutely.

Nick, you have that employee
list from the vet's office?

The prints found
at the clinic break-in

are a perfect match
to the ones lifted

off the tire iron
and the funnel.

Abigail Spencer.

She was a cult member.

She used to work for your vet
until last year,

and she's missing.

Her W-2's in the file.

I'll call Brass.

Mrs. Spencer?

Yes?

I'm Detective Jim Brass,
Las Vegas Police.

Do you have a daughter
named Abigail?

Yes. Why?

We have a warrant to
search these premises.

A warrant? What for?

Your daughter is wanted

for questioning in the murder

of Joseph Diamond.

I haven't seen Abigail
in almost a year.

The bed's still warm.
Where is she?

Take me with you.

Freeze! Remain where you are.

Abigail?

You pumped my stomach?

Yeah. Just in time.

Are you disappointed?

They're all up there right now.

Rapture... a higher
plane of existence.

No wars, poverty, no politics.

Our bodies are just shells.

They're worthless.

Well, how come you didn't
die with your friends?

And why, exactly,
did you kill Mr. Diamond?

He was the most beautiful person
I ever met.

We found your fingerprint
on a tire iron

that was used
to split his head open.

He always said we'd be tested.

I was taking a walk
when I spotted a car

parking about a mile away
from the compound.

Whose car is this?

Where have you been?

I received a message last night
from the Orionid.

I have to move on,

spread the word.

What about us?

Come with me, Abbey.

We'll do it together...

Somewhere near a beach.

We're ascending tomorrow night
to the mother ship.

You're a smart girl.

Just two or three of these,
and everyone will get

a real good night's sleep.

Time to get out of town.

I got 40 grand.

I knew the others
would be looking to me now.

But you didn't tell them,
did you?

We were on a schedule.

And fortunately, you knew
where to find something

a little stronger
than Zolpidem.

It was important
that no one suffered.

Ty Bentley suffered.

That was unfortunate.

Ty must've followed Diamon
d back to our compound.

I'm sure he was looking
for his ex-girlfriend, Emma.

These people are freaks, Emma!

You're coming with me!

This is my family now.

Fine. I'm coming back, and I'm
bringing the cops with me.

Emma lost it, said we couldn't

leave his body there.

The others started
to get restless.

And, as you said,

you were on a schedule.

Peak of the meteor shower
was 3:00 a. m.

We agreed to dump the body
where it would be found...

Given a decent burial.

And then you went back

to the compound...

And you used the funnel

to distribute the Ketamine
and vodka.

I had to be the last to drink.

Did you watch them all die?

What was it like?

They just died.

And you went home
to your mother.

I know they're all up there...

Happy... healthy... perfect.

You don't believe we're
alone in the universe...?

Abigail...

I'm sure if there is
something out there,

looking down on us

from somewhere else
in the universe,

they're wise enough
to stay away from us.