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They came to... my house.

They had a fight.

They couldn't find
what they were looking for.

Sheriff?

Who, uh... who called it in?

Anonymous 911.

Listen,

we haven't had a murder
in all of Lincoln County

in ten years,
let alone a quadruple.

Without the bodies, I can't
confirm there was a murder.

No offense, Mr. Stokes, but

did you see the amount
of blood in that house?

Somebody's dead.

What do you know
about the family?

Jude McBride... great guy,
stay-at-home dad.

Nina owns a local coffee shop.

Jeremy's a junior
in high school, smart kid.

Ten-year-old daughter, Cassie.

Pip-squeak.

Sounds like all that's missi
is the white picket fence, huh?

Yeah.

We don't even know
where to start looking.

Begin at the beginning.

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# I really wanna know #

# Who... are you? #

# Oh... #
# Who... #

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

# Oh, you! #

I loved my family.

Are we having
a Taster's Choice moment?

Grissom called me
from the airport.

He's teaching a Human Remains
Recovery class

at the body farm.

He said you needed backup,
and I figure you needed coffee,

but... looks like
you already took care of it.

Oh, no.
No, I didn't do it.

Coffeemaker's programme
to go on Monday through Friday.

So, somebody cleaned up
Friday's coffee

and reset it to go off today?

You'd have to be alive
to do that.

Which means

whatever happened here
happened over the weekend.

Blood pools are dry, so,

crime scene's
at least 12 hours old.

There were at least
three major blood events:

Here... here...
and up the stairs.

Without the bodies, we'll
have to confirm the source

of the blood through
DNA comparison.

I'll collect toothbrushes,
hairbrushes...

You know, it's possible

it wasn't the family
that died here.

The sheriff confirmed

the McBrides' cars
are parked out front,

and their cell phones,
car keys,

wallets are all right there.

Can't get far without those.

Mm.

It would also seem to eliminate
robbery as a motive.

Yeah.

What a mess.

If you're not
gonna clean it up...

Why take the bodies?

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna start upstairs.

I'll take outside.

Based on their shoes,

Dad wore a 9-1/2,
Mom wore a 9.

Jeremy wore an 8-1/2,
and Cassie wore a 1.

There is that men's 9-1/2

between blood pool #1
and blood pool #2.

And the barefoot print
on the stairs looks smaller.

Yeah, they're consistent
with the mom, size 9.

No matches to Jeremy
or Cassie, though.

Let's just assume
they were shot.

Maybe they were shot first.

There's no blood to step I
n if you're first.

Or Mom could have grabbed
Cassie up,

try to take her away
from it all.

Bullet penetrated both bodies.

Could explain why there are only
three blood pools.

There are three other sets
of shoeprints.

One size 12, two size 11.

Two of the sets appear
to be going back and forth

from the kitchen area
to the front door.

One set, and only one set,

headed upstairs
for the bedrooms.

I'll go up there
and see what I can find.

Sheriff Brackett...

Did your deputies drive anything
up here with a hitch?

No. Why?

I got an odd-sized tread here.

I hate the taste of that stuff.

I like Nancy Drew.

She always gets the bad guy.

I knew all my lines
and Hansel's, too.

What is that?

If it's labeled correctly,
it's, uh, Cassie's laugh.

My man Jeremy's a bit
of an entrepreneur here.

Oh, yeah? How's that?

He's trafficking in term papers.

Whatever happened
to just flipping burgers, man?

I think I figured out
when all this happened.

Cassie never got

to her Saturday morning chores.

I was really into gold stars
when I was a kid.

As opposed to now?

Whoa!

The McBrides must
have a broken meter.

Even if they left every
light on day and night,

it wouldn't add up to $2,000.

Maybe
Brass can check it out.

I think this print dust
is getting to me.

Would you mind
finishing the fridge?

Do I get a gold star?

Ha-ha-ha.

Greg?

I found something.

Is it the bodies?

No.

Whoa.

Sweet Mary Jane.

The Emerald City.

Explains the
$2,000 electric bill.

And all the footprints
throughout the house.

It's a ganja graveyard.

No...

It's motive.

Whew...

Looks like someone shot
out the lock upstairs.

I found what looked
like fragments

of two bullets; they
may be too M-and-D

for a comparison,

but I could probably
get type and caliber.

Man.

If those suspects
got everything on those lines,

they made out like fat cats.

Yeah, but they were only
interested in the dried stuff.

If this was a territory war,
or something like that,

wouldn't the dealer
want to take the new growth,

to try to put these guys
out of business?

Maybe one of the customers
got greedy.

Well, we're talking about

getting rich, not
getting high, you know?

And these dry ones go
a lot faster than those.

The price of an ounce these days
is anywhere from $200 to $400.

Don't you guys think it's weird
that the McBrides did all this

with two kids in the house?

Yeah, if they
didn't care before,

I bet they do now.

Well, we took some
representative samples

of the green plant material.

Okay, Ecklie's
sending out a tech.

I'll include it
with the other evidence.

Pioche P.D.'s going
to hold on to the rest

until we can secure
it for bulk transport.

How's it going with
the phone records?

No outgoing calls from the house
after 6:00 p. m. Friday night.

I scrolled through
Jude McBride's

recent cell phone calls.

No activity all weekend
until Sunday night.

Several incoming calls,

all from the same number.

According to Pioche P.D.
Dispatch, it's the same number

as the anonymous 911 call.

So I had the phone company
cross-check it,

the guy's local:
Dr. Malcolm Parker.

Out.
I'll go check it

Be careful with
those stitches, okay?

I just put them
in a couple days ago.

Your mom will
kill me if it scars.

Okay.

Sorry about that, guys.
You had some questions?

You placed an anonymous
911 call Sunday night.

Said you were outside
the McBrides' house

and you could see
blood in the entryway.

Right before that,

you called Jude McBride's
cell phone three times.

Late night house call...?

Dennis, do I have
to answer that?

It looks worse if you don't.

Well, Jude and I have a standing
Sunday night appointment.

For what?

You are aware that it's illegal.

Okay, look, I have no idea
what went on out there,

before I got there.

Hi, Jude, it's 8:00.

Where are you guys?

I called 911.

I didn't leave my name,
because...

Because I didn't want to expla
in what I was doing there.

You and Jude are making me
look like an idiot.

He's selling drugs,

and you're buying them.

Tell me something, Malcolm.

Are you high when you
treat my daughter?

Dennis, of course not.

And Jude was discreet.

He rarely sold
to anybody in town.

He sent most of it out of state.

Dr. Parker, what size shoes
do you wear?

What size shoe do I wear?
A 10.

And where were you Friday night?

I was here, doing rounds.

Hello, there.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I'm Sage.

I'm looking for Nina.

Yeah? So am I.

She left work early Friday
to see Jimmy Buffet in Tahoe.

But then she never showed up
at the shop today.

And what was your name again?

Sage.
Sage.

Okay, yeah, maybe you
can help me out.

Um, the family,
what do you know about them?

Were they having problems?

Marital problems,
anything like that?

Are you kidding?

Nina and Jude had the
marriage we all wanted.

Really?

You know, uh,

your third eye

is so open right now.

Are you having visions
or hearing voices?

No.

I'm really sorry.

But you're radiating

this crazy feminine energy.

Really.
Mm-hmm.

Do you believe in past lives?

No, ma'am.
How come?

Because I'm just trying
to make it through this one.

I think you're doing
pretty well.

Hey... Sage.

Thanks.

Hey, Nick.

Well, there's no hits
off the fingerprints

from the kitchen cabinets.

Dozens of unknowns, none
of which were in the system...

No work cards, no prior crime.

So I expanded the search
to other databases,

and I did get one hit.

A Mark Horvatin.

17 years old, Junior ROTC.

His print was in the kitchen,
but not in blood.

Could just be a friend.

That was nice, dude.

That was nice.
You got smoked.

Hey, Mark!

Mark!

Hey, I'll catch up
with you guys later.

Later, man.
Later.

Nice game Saturday.

Hey, Dennis.

Listen, we should probably
go with Sheriff Brackett

on this one.

Oh, okay, Sheriff.

This is Mr. Stokes
from the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

What size shoe do you wear?

Twelve.

Can I see the bottom?

Should I get my dad?

No, we're just talking.

Oh, yeah,

huh?
They're new,

Yeah, I got them this weekend.

My old ones were thrashed.
Huh.

You know, when I played ball,

I used to stick all
my gear in the trunk.

Yeah, well, this is just easier.

Parking lot still
school property?

Yep.

Why don't you go ahead
and pop the trunk for me?

Go ahead.

Daddy's garden
was supposed to be a secret.

Someone must have told
the secret.

This isn't looking good, Mark.

Not a lot of places
you can get that much marijuana.

There's no way
it could be a coincidence.

Tell me where the bodies are.

I'm not finding any blood
in here.

Besides, four bodies would
never fit inside this car.

You know, maybe, the pot
was stolen after the fact.

Crime of opportunity?

What are you, his lawyer?

Whoever stole the pot...

...had a gun
and shot the lock

off the basement door.

Someone went to the ATM
at 10:03 Friday night.

Right in the window
of the murders.

Hand that over
to Sheriff Brackett.

He can run the account number.

I found this exact kind of gum

in the driveway
at the McBrides'.

This microscope I got from
the high school is a joke.

How am I ever going to prove

that this is the pot
from the house?

Where's that evidence
we collected?

All right, this is the bag

from the house.

And this is the bag

from the car.

The striations line up.

These bags
are from the same roll.

Nicely done.

Fellas.

We have a little problem.

Mark's not talking,
not even to pass the buck.

And his dad, Mark Sr.,
is a lawyer,

and he's challenging
our search and seizure,

saying that even though
we were on school grounds,

we lacked probable cause
to search personal property.

Blood pool closest
to the front door,

and the size 9-1/2 shoe print...

Both in Jeremy's blood.

Jeremy,
what's going on?

Jude stepped in Jeremy's blood.

Blood pool number two.

In the hallway,

between the foyer
and the kitchen.

Nina's footprints,
dual contribution,

Jeremy and Jude.

Jude? Jeremy?
Is everything okay?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Jeremy!

Blood pool number three...

...Nina's blood.

Yeah, Nick,
I got the DNA results back.

Blood pools were confirmed
for Mom, Dad and Jeremy.

None of the blood was Cassie's,

so either her death
was a bloodless crime...

Or they took her alive.

Thanks, Catherine.

How did Mark
know where the pot was,

if McBride was as discreet
as Dr. Parker claims?

DNA confirmed
to everyone but Cassie.

Interesting.

Mm-hmm.

Mark knew the pot was there

because of Jeremy.

Come on, I'm sure
Jeremy wasn't voted

the most popular boy in school.

He's done everyone's
term paper.

He's a nerd.

So you guys want
to come over and hang out?

I could sell you some pot.

Now, where are you
gonna score fresh herb?

My parents are
going out of town.

My dad has pounds of it.

Yeah, so how does that end up
a quadruple murder?

One of them was stupid enough
to bring a gun.

I was talking to Tina
the other night.

She said something
to make me think.

Yoko Ono.

Tina's dad is
a Doctor of Anthropology,

so, one day, when she was
a little girl, she asked her dad

where on her body
her anthropology was.

'Cause, you know,
he's a doctor.

Mark's dad's a lawyer.

Maybe Mark was thinking
habeas corpus...

"body of the crime"?

"Body of the crime" is content
of the case, not an actual body.

Yeah, but a kid could
easily misinterpret.

Maybe he's thinking,
"no body, no crime,

no crime, no punishment. "

Does Yoko Ono want a job?

Morning.

Morning.
Hello.

My wife made muffins.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

We got a lead on the ATM.

The account belongs
to Jim Locke.

He's got a son named Peter,
the same age as Mark.

We pulled some
surveillance footage.

It's a little grainy,
can't see much.

I'll give it over to Archie

and see if he can clean it up.
Thanks.

All right,
I'll be in the car waiting

when you guys are ready.

All right, thank you.

You feeling a little
homesick there?

You want to draw straws?

No.

Call me if you need me.

All right.

All right, let's head over
to the Lockes' house,

and see what we can find.

You coming?

No... No, you go ahead,

I'll catch up.

You think she's alive.

You don't?

None of her blood
was found at the house.

I think she was drugged, and...

She was lucky
if all they did after that

was kill her.

I don't think she was drugged.

She's a smart little girl.

She hid that cough medicine
in her shoe;

That's like hiding green beans
in your napkin, you know?

I hope you're right.

But everything in our experience
tells us they're dead,

all four of them.

Doesn't mean we just give up.

No one's giving up.

It's just that...

You're acting like
you're going to rescue a person,

not recover a body.

And on this job...

That's just not
usually the case.

I was rescued.

It was not your day to die.

When it's your day,
it's your day, you know?

I don't think
it was Cassie's day.

That looks like
the plant material

I found in
the McBrides' driveway.

And this looks like
the same wheelbase

as the tread you found.

We found something in Mark's car

that we think might be Peter's.

Is that your account number?

Yes.

Does Peter have access to it?

Sure.

He has a limit,
but he's never gone over it.

Mrs. Locke, when was the last
time you took the boat out?

Friday night.

Peter and some of his friends

took it out for one last hurrah

before it gets too cold.

Do you know which friends?

I was already in bed. Sorry.

Do you mind if the CSIs
take a look at it?

Sure.

Have the boys been drinking beer
on the boat again?

Everyone
told me I was the best Gretel ever.

My dad used
to take me sailing

when I was a kid.

Do you know
what the inboard end

of an anchor rope is called?

"The bitter end. "

This explains why
we're not finding any blood.

Hey!

Hey!

Sara, did you find any gum
on that boat?

Any gum at all...
wrapped, unwrapped... anywhere?

Yeah...

How did you know that?

I think Cassie
was on that boat...

Alive.

I think she was
leaving us a trail...

Of gum, "gum drops. "

In the driveway,
in the car, on the boat.

It was like Hansel and Gretel.

Half the pictures I've seen
her in, she's chewing gum.

Nick, that's a bit of a stretch.

A lot of people chew gum.

You tell Sheriff Brackett;
I'll meet you at the station.

Peter, we know
you were in Mark's car.

We found your ATM receipt.

We also know you guys took
the boat out Friday night.

We know that there
were three people involved.

Who was the third?

Peter, we found your prints
on a cough syrup bottle,

underneath
Cassie McBride's bed.

Your buddy Mark's not talking.

He's gonna pay for that.

You be smarter.

You do the right thing.

Dead bodies
don't suck their thumbs.

How'd you hurt your hand?

What's the matter,
she fight back?

You tried to drug her,
but guess what?

She was too smart for you.

You coached
the little girls' swim team,

'cause you liked to watch 'em

in their bathing suits,
is that it?

You're gonna answer me
right now!

No more screwing around!
Where is she?!

Where is she?

Where is she?

Okay, my guess

is the guys stopped
at the ATM to get cash for gas.

That's cash only,
and Eddie over there says

he filled the tank
to the top Friday night.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure, what's up?

I think I need to talk about
what happened at the station.

Oh, yeah.

I'm slightly concerned about
its effect on the case,

but more than that,
I'm concerned about

the case's effect on you, Nick,

and I'm absolutely s
ure that, six months ago,

you wouldn't
have lost it like that.

I know, I'm sorry.

I apologize for that.

How much gas was left?

Three-quarters of a tank.

Took an eighth to get out
there, an eighth to get back,

and according
to the gas mileage,

on the Lockes' boat,

that would have been
about three miles out

from this launch point

right here.

Come on.

Nick?

Yeah?

This is the
three-mile line.

I used
to love going to the lake,

but not anymore.

There's something there.

Where's the fourth?

We only found three.

C.O.D.?

Gunshot wound to the chest.

Though it appears

to have gone
through his hand first.

Dad wrestled with the gun, huh?

Anything else?

Contact wound on the boy.

Shot up-close and personal.

Mom was shot twice in the back.

Not up-close.

Rinsed and ready for you.

.22... probably
from a revolver.

Six shots.

Four in the bodies,
two in the lock.

Well, that would explain
why we didn't find

Cassie's blood in the house.

They ran out of bullets.

Sara, the bullets pulled
from the bodies

were from
a.22-caliber revolver.

IBIS bounced back a hit.

They were entered into IBIS from
the Department of Wildlife,

for shooting a deer
with a small caliber handgun.

Firearm was returned
to the owner...

A Chris Daniels
from Pioche, Nevada.

Hey, Dennis, what's up?

Hey, just in time for steaks.

Mr. Daniels, do you, uh...
do you own a.22 revolver?

You know the answer to that.

You cited it and fined me
two hunting seasons ago.

Sir, I'm Sara Sidle from
the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

It's evidence in a
homicide investigation.

I'm going to need it.

Dad, how long on the steaks?

We're going to need
to speak to Luke.

What did you do with my gun?

If you did anything
to jeopardize

that football scholarship
of yours,

you're done.

Duck your head.

Found this in his pocket

when I patted him down.

Tested positive for blood.

As did these.

You just wanted to
intimidate Jeremy, right?

Scare him a little?

But Mr. McBride was still home
and he didn't scare so easily.

You guys have to go.
My parents are still home.

Dude, I thought you said
there were pounds of pot.

You guys got to get out, okay?

Please, just get out
of here, all right?

Just listen to him, man. Do what he says.
Jeremy! Jeremy, what's going on?

Jeremy, what's going on?

What the hell did you just do?

Mrs. McBride
came downstairs,

so you had to shoot her, too.

Peter went upstairs
to deal with Cassie...

...while you and
Mark bagged the pot

and wrapped the bodies
in garbage bags.

But... Peter couldn't do it.

He couldn't kill Cassie...

...so he tried
to drug her.

You guys got into Mark's car,

you went to the ATM,
you got cash,

boat, you picked up Peter's

you went back to the McBrides'

and you loaded the
bodies onto the boat.

You were out of bullets,

way out on the lake.

One small, loose end to tie up.

Bring her over here.
No!

She can identify us!
There's no way

she's staying alive.

I said she
was a strong swimmer.

I didn't say we could throw
a drugged ten-year-old

into the lake.

Did it make you feel like
a man...

To kill a little girl?

Stop the boat.
Stop the boat.

Let me out. Let me out.

HI.

You're welcome, sweetie.

They're in Vegas.

Their bodies are in the
coroner's office, honey.

Hey, Cassie...

I know when bad things happen,
it's hard to remember.

But if I give you some details,
do you think you could tell me

the story of what happened
to your family?

Okay.

Okay.

We'll go slow, okay?

And we'll just begin
at the beginning, okay?

They came to... my house.

They had a fight.

They couldn't find what
they were looking for.

I loved my family.