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LVPD. Officer Mularz. Can I help you?

Is there somebody there?

I'd like to report a murder.

Your name?

Hello? Is there somebody there?

The body can be found
at 1812 white oak road.

I'd like to help you.
Please identify yourself.

Send someone to pick up the body.

So an anonymous call came
into metro about an hour ago.

Investigating officer found the
dead body. The coroner's inside.

The, uh... the door was open. Unlocked.

So the house is owned by the
decedent, Hayden Bradford.

Neighbor says he lives alone.

The floor is covered in hair.
Has he got a cat or a dog?

Nope.

But as you can see our dead guy is...

I guess you could say he's hirsute.

"Hirsute" is an understatement.

It's like he's wearing a pelt.

Hey, David, would you grab that?

Thanks.

A missed call from a Michelle.

She called six times since 3:53 P.M.

Liver temp's 80 degrees.
Been dead around 12 hours.

Which makes ToD around 3:00 P.M.

Explains why he didn't take her calls.

CoD... Bullet to the chest.

These strands are smooth,
not coarse. They're human.

Are the roots intact?

Yeah.

Evidently, this guy was shedding.

Hey, Dave, James.

Come on

Hey, Dave, you've got to pick it up.

- Lift with the knees, super Dave,
- Yeah.

Thanks, I... have done this before.

Hey. So, brass Bave us a quick briefing.

How can we help?

Warrick and I are processing
the interior, room to room.

So that leaves the perimeter.

Thanks.

Well, this victim definitely
had a lady in his life.

That's odd.

There is not a single
feminine touch in this house.

Michelle.

Christmas, 2004.

Proberbly it's got to
be the same Michelle that

tried to reach him six
times on his cell phone.

Broken window.

Yeah.

It slides.

The front door was locked.

The killer probably broke the
window and exited out the front.

I'll need to print
the window, but, uh...

why don't we get to this first.

Doesn't look big enough
to have done the job.

We have a print.

"Hey, jackass
- this is your last chance.

Pay your debt or I'll hunt you down."

Makes our job easier when the
suspect prints out his motive.

He has an e-mail printout
from casinodan@gmail.com

to misterbradford@gmail.com.

Well,

that ain't no anthill.
That dirt's fresh.

Looks like something's buried there.

No, wait...

.32 Beretta. Victim was shot, right?

It's going to be hard to get a
print, but I'll get it to ballistics.

Well, we knew he was hairy.

I didn't realize the full extent.

Hypertrichosis. I've only read about it.

Excessive hair growth.
Genetic. Extremely rare.

His case was relatively mild.

In some individuals, hair grows
everywhere except the eyes and the mouth.

The human werewolf syndrome.

In Mexico, there's a family
30 members are afflicted.

Two of the teen boys were recently
adopted by the national circus.

Great. The bearded
lady, the dog-faced boy-

physical deformities
as family entertainment.

I cleared a path for the bullet.

I figured you'd want to
get this to ballistics asap.

Thanks, Al.

You know, Gil, we're all
intrigued by our nightmares,

and when we watch freak shows, basically
we're all thinking the same thing.

Yeah, I'm glad they're
not looking at me.

- Hey, Archie.
- Hey.

Please tell me you've ID'd casino dan.

Yep. The ISP provider sent
over the subscriber information

for a casinodan@gmail.com.

It's registered to a Dan Nobler,
who runs a gambling web site.

If I wanted to visit Dan
in person, where would I go?

Well, the server for
casinodan.com is in Argentina,

which allows him to
skirt U.S. gaming laws.

However, he's got a
Nevada business license.

And I have the address.

Anything else I should know?

Uh, well, I don't know if it's relevant,

but he recently opened an
account with peopledectors.com.

Who was he looking for?

I don't know. I'll triage
the computer's hard drive.

Reconstruct the deleted e-mails.

I'll get back to you on that.

Can I help you?

You Dan Nobler?

Yeah.

We're from the crime lab.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Look, if you're here about my business
you can save it for my attorney

No, actually we're inquiring
about a mr. Hayden Bradford.

You sent him some threatening e-mails.

Bradford is a lying son of a bitch.

Care to elaborate on that?

I run an online gambling
business. Bradford had an account,

ran up $10,000 in debt
and refused to pay.

Isn't it true in online gambling
you have to submit your credit card,

prior to gambling,
to insure your losses?

That's true.

And when Bradford was
winning, it wasn't a problem.

But when his luck changed,

he called his credit card holder
and said the charges were fraudulent.

The credit card company issued
a charge back and I got screwed.

Is that when you
decided to hunt him down?

Look, I wrote him an
e-mail hoping to scare him.

Sorry. I was angry.

If I write an apology, can we drop this?

No, mr. Nobler, I'm
sorry, we can't do that.

Mr. Bradford's dead.

Any other questions, contact
my lawyer. We're done here.

You see that?

Yeah, the guy's a jerk.

No, he wiped his feet on the mat.

I'm hoping to get a
little trace evidence here.

Yeah, you see these pebbles?

They look like the same ones that
were found at the crime scene.

Fire in the hole!

- Bobby.
- Hey.

So, that, uh, buried
gun y'all recovered,

wasn't used to kill Bradford.

GRCs aren't even close.

Most bullets are copper,

but take a look at the fatal bullet.

It's silver.

How do you kill a werewolf?

No one's home.

We want to see the wolfman.

Yeah, well, he's not
available right now.

I am trying to prep him for autopsy.

Wow.

And I thought Robin
Williams had hairy arms.

Can I touch him?

You mean "pet" him.

No! You may not touch
or pet the decedent.

Is it soft like fur or...?

I was supposed to have
him prepped hours ago.

Please. Okay, you guys gotta go.

Relax, Dave.

It's not every day that
chaka ends up on a slab.

Yeah, I need you to leave.

Whoa.

Fine, but if I get a sleestak in
my lab, and you want to see it,

I'm gonna get cranky.

Mr. Moyer, you're here
about Hayden Bradford.

- Do you know him?
- Of course.

He's one of my closest friends.

Yeah... yeah, I'm sorry. We
found his body this morning.

You didn't recently try to
break in his home... did you?

Excuse me. What?

We found a rock by a broken
window, with your fingerprint on it.

Is that funny?

No. It's just. Uh...

last week we were
playing toss with a ball.

That still doesn't explain to me
how your fingerprint got there.

There was glass everywhere, so
I knocked out the loose pieces.

You guys being good friends...

you were aware of his
medical condition, right?

That he was a hairy SOB?
Yeah. Of course. Why?

Do you know why anybody'd
want to hurt him?

He's a friendly, quiet guy.

I've known him since high school.
He's been dating my sister.

Oh, God.

She doesn't know yet, does she?

Who, Michelle?

Yeah.

I tried to call her cell phone and...

She's at my parents, in Pahrump.
Her cell's probably out of range.

But you can get me their home
number, address, all that?

Sure.

But if it's okay, I'd...

I should break the
news to her in person.

I've been waiting for you.

Sorry. I headed out as
soon as I got your page.

Really? 'Cause, uh...

I left a voicemail several hours ago.

What's up?

The anonymous call was
traced to this phone booth,

so I figured you'd want to process.

There is fingerprint
powder on the phone.

Yeah, I got bored waiting.

I thought you might need some help.

No usable prints, but
check out the floor.

There's a lot of hair.

Similar to the crime scene.

The victim was killed 12 hours
before this call was made.

If that's his hair,
what's it doing here?

The hair isn't Hayden's.

The chromosomes are xx.

- Female.
- Yeah.

So I took the liberty of comparing
the sample's DNA to the victim's DNA.

There are seven alleles in common.

Brother and sister.

She's likely our anonymous caller.

Yeah, given the amount
of hair that you collected

she's also probably a very hairy woman.

- Wendy, can you do me a favor?
- Sure?

Can you see if any of the
follicles from the crime scene

are a match to the hairs
from the phone booth?

You want to see if the sister
was in the victim's house.

If she was, she's not just the caller,

she's a suspect.

I hear the vic has a sister.

A twin sister,

in fact. I tracked down the
victim's birth certificate.

He was born to a Rita
Bradford in Fresno, California.

Ms. Bradford apparently had twins,

Hayden and Allison.

There's no record of any other children.

I'm assuming you contacted Allison.

Well, that's where it gets odd.

Allison Bradford has
never filed with the IRS,

has never had a driver's license,

has never filled out a w-2.

How do you go through
life without a paper trail?

She's dead.

There's no record of
a death certificate.

We found her hair in the phone booth.

And DNA just confirmed that
some of the hair follicles

that we collected at
the crime scene are hers.

Well, other than hair, when you and Warrick processed
the house did you find any evidence of the sister?

No, but we were not looking for one.

We are now.

Catherine, I've covered the kitchen.

I've found no evidence
of a sister living here.

Ditto for the bedroom.

I think I'm gonna take a look outside.

I'll do the same.

Thanks, guys.

Please go away.

Allison?

This is my home.

I would like you to leave.

Allison...

I need to talk with you.

Can you please come out?

I'd rather not.

Allison, my name is Catherine Willows.
I'm with the Las Vegas crime lab.

I know that you suffer
from hypertrichosis.

I understand why you would
rather not talk with me.

But we need to discuss
your brother's murder.

Would you please come out?

May I...?

Would you step out? Please?

You want to see what I look like?

No, I... no.

I don't want you to
have to hide from me.

Allison...

I'm a scientist.

Excess body hair does not evoke fear...

or morbid fascination.

It's simply a genetic quirk,

like...

blue eyes or flat feet.

It's nice to meet you, Allison.

How can I help you, ms. Willows?

What can you tell me about
your brother's murder?

No one knows I live here,
so when we get a visitor,

I go to my room.

Yesterday, around 3:30,

the doorbell rang.

Just a sec!

And when I came out of
my room, Hayden was dead.

Why did you wait 12
hours to call the police?

Because I didn't want the
call traced to the house,

back to me, so...

I waited till midnight, and then

I walked to a pay phone.

You weren't supposed to find me.

Do you have any idea why someone
would want to hurt your brother?

No.

He was my only friend.

he was my connection
to the outside world.

What about your parents?

I never knew my father. My mother
died when we were teenagers.

No one else knows that you exist?

I hope... I hope you'll help me.

Help you
- with what?

Staying secret.

It's best for everyone.

Hey, Grissom, you got a second?

Did you know the word "werewolf" was
derived from the old english word "wargwolf"

which is a synonym for "serial killer"?

No, I didn't.

Imagine if you had some
deep, dark secret...

something that brought
you tremendous shame.

But instead of being able to hide it
away you had to wear it out on your skin

so that the first time anyone
saw you, they saw your secret.

You talking about Allison?

Yeah.

Catherine said she's
scared to death of people

and what they'll think of her.

Well, if that's the case, why not
try electrolysis or depilatory lasers?

With that much hair-be a lot of
scarring and a great deal of pain

Plus, imagine how expensive it would be.

What have you got?

Well, I just ran into Archie.

The decedent used a company called
peopledetectors.com to try to locate his mother.

Catherine spoke to Allison.
Their mother's dead.

Apparently not. She's alive and well,

and has an address in Henderson, so
I'm gonna go out there, check it out.

- Hey, Nick.
- Yeah.

- Bring her back here, will you?
- Sure. Why?

I want to talk to her.

Find out why a mother would play dead.

Oh, good, you're here.

I love an audience.

Well, don't expect any applause.

What do you got?

I compared pebbles from the crime scene
to the pebbles from Dan Nobler's doormat.

They're consistent with each other-

a composite commonly
known as pea gravel.

The pebbles weren't the only trace
elements I found in that doormat.

I also found several slivers of glass...

glass consistent with a broken window.

I'm here about pebbles
and glass. Come on.

Look, this is ridiculous.

I mean, we're talking about trace
evidence on a doormat? Come on.

Besides, I read the file.

A guy named Brent Moyer already
admitted to breaking the window.

This is true; he did.

But we believe that mr. Nobler
here stepped in the shards of glass.

Listen, neither the glass nor the
pebbles are probative on their own,

but together, they put your
client at the crime scene.

Not to mention, his threatening
e-mail gives us motive.

Fine. I was there.

Dan...

No, look, I get ripped off
by jerks all over the world.

This guy was a local.

I knew his address and, yeah,
I wanted to shake him down.

Let him know that by declaring credit
card fraud, he was stealing from me.

Okay, I'm listening.

A few days ago, I
went over to his house.

Then I started thinking, "what
if this guy's like twice my size?"

I figured I should get a look at
him before I had our "conversation,"

so I went around back...

Hey... hey, hey!

At first, I thought he
was wearing a costume,

but then I realized, it was...

it was real hair.

Disgusting, right?

What happened next?

Well, when the dude saw me, I took off.

Why?

Uh, he was a freak of nature.

I no longer wish to speak with him.

Hey, man.

Hey.

What are you smiling about?

Oh, I was just thinking of the
Howling II; the werewolf bitch.

I don't care what anyone says. It
was much better than the first one.

Is it?

Yeah, yeah. I got the whole anthology.

Want to borrow it?

No, thanks. I would like
to know about my bullet

however. I assume it was homemade since
the manufacturer doesn't sell it in silver

Right. Simple clamshell mold.

92.5% pure with trace amounts of
copper, nickel and chromium lead.

Elemental properties are consistent
with sterling silver jewelry.

And sterling silver has
a high melting point.

Someone went through a
lot of trouble to make it.

Sorry I didn't get here sooner.

I was pretty upset.

Michelle, your relationship
with Hayden, was it serious?

We were engaged.

I can't believe he's gone.

The day he died,

you called him six times.

There was a golf tournament
on ESPN that night.

He wanted me to tape it for him.

I was trying to reach him because I was
at my folks' place and the VCR was broken.

Sounds so silly now.

I'd like to see him...

to say good-bye.

He's with the coroner.

Michelle, I understand
that you were at your folks

and you were trying to get
ahold of Hayden on your cell

but we were unable to reach
you on it. Can you explain?

I called Hayden so many
times that my battery died.

I'm sorry.

Do you have any idea
who could have done this?

You know about his condition, right?

It made him really sweet.

I mean, it was like he was

constantly trying to make up for his physical
imperfections by doing everything perfectly.

He was the perfect boyfriend,

the perfect lover,

my best friend.

I don't know what I'm
going to do without him.

I was in labor for 27 hours.

They didn't want to come out.

Who could blame 'em.

Mrs. Bradford, why does
Allison think you're dead?

I thought it would be easier.

Easier than what?

I did the best I could, mr. Grissom.

Their father couldn't look at 'em.

Took off when they were a few weeks old.

Babies are supposed to be cute.

Mrs. Bradford...?

At the time, we were living in Fresno.

Family, friends stopped visiting.

They were scared of my children.

Especially Allison.

She... she looked like...

when she started nursery
school, the kids teased her,

called her names, made her cry.

So you moved to Vegas

and decided to keep her a secret?

It was best for everyone.

But she became completely
dependent on me,

and for 18 years, I took care of her.

I'm sorry, but I still don't
understand why she believes you're dead.

One day, Allison wanted
to take a walk... outside.

I didn't want anyone to see her.

We had a fight.

I locked her in her room-

my own child-

because she wanted fresh air.

At that moment, I
knew I needed to leave.

I told Hayden to tell her
I was in a car accident.

Two days later, he put on a black suit,

told her he was going to my funeral.

And she didn't go because
she couldn't leave the house.

You thought it would be easier for her to
accept your death than your abandonment?

Please don't judge me.

I spend enough time doing that.

I'm just trying to find
out who killed your son.

I haven't seen either
of them for seven years.

I wouldn't have any idea.

You know, mrs. Bradford,

your daughter's all alone now.

It's not too late for
you to go back to her.

And tell her what?

That I faked my death
to escape from her?

How do you say that to
your own flesh and blood?

What's up with the 911?

David didn't notice the victim's
lividity at the crime scene

because it was obscured
by his body hair.

But when we shaved him...

well, check out his left side.

So it was on his side
where the blood settled.

Correct, but he was found faceup.

So, uh, somebody moved him

several hours postmortem.

There's more.

Vic was found on a hardwood floor,

but when david brushed
his body hair for trace,

he found blue carpet fibers.

Well, there was blue
carpet in the sister's room.

Hayden was shot through the chest,

it would have exsanguinated on impact.

Any blood in the sister's room?

I'll get back to you on that one.

Allison, it's Catherine.

I need you to step out.

Who else is there?

There's another woman with me.

Allison, I'm detective Curtis.

I need to get inside your room.

Thank you.

I don't know anything about it.

You can't expect us to believe

that you live in a secret
room that only you go into,

yet you can't explain why
your bed is covering up blood.

Did you kill him?

What?!

Did you?

Hayden's all I had.

He's the only one that knew about me.

Why would I kill him?

Because he was going to leave you...

for Michelle.

That had to have been scary for you.

You think I'm some sort of animal?

I wanted him to be happy.

I loved Hayden, I
wanted him to be happy.

Did Michelle know about you?

No, but he said that
he was going to tell her

and that she was going to move in here

and she would accept me
- Hayden promised.

Allison...

if you didn't kill him,

who did?

Okay, I'm sorry.

We can do this here or
we can take this downtown.

No, please.

Please.

I know that you're scared...

but you have got to
tell us what happened.

The doorbell rang.

I went into my room.

Allison, where's the gun?

Damn it, Allison, where's the gun?

And when he was shot, what did you do?

I hid.

Behind the door.

Was the television on?

No.

It's busted. It hasn't worked in years.

So you had a pretty good
view of the living room

through the reflection in the tube.

What did you see?

Freak.

You're sure that it was Brent?

I've seen him through the
peephole. They were best friends.

Okay, um...

let's just go back to the gun.

A couple of days ago,

Hayden said he saw a guy

sneaking around the back. So
he bought me a gun for safety.

But I don't like guns so... I
just buried it in the backyard.

Yes, we found it.

Allison...

why was it so difficult for
you to tell us the truth?

I think you're going to make
me testify and I won't do that.

I want Brent to go to jail, but
I won't be the sideshow freak.

Well, we can try to
build a case without you.

You can't get a warrant
unless she goes on record.

Well, just hear me out. We have a rock
with Brent Moyer's fingerprints on it.

Yeah, but Allison told you that
Brent entered through the front door.

The rock is extraneous
evidence, isn't it?

Well, let's just leave
Allison's testimony out of it.

We simply inform the judge that our
suspect's fingerprints were on a rock

that may have been used to break
a window at the murder scene.

If you have no qualms about
filing the petition, then file it.

Oh, no, I don't have any
qualms. It's just that

my moral compass doesn't always
point in the same direction as yours.

So if I tell you not
to file it, you won't?

I'd take it under advisement. Why,
is that what you're recommending?

How many times have we been
prevented from getting a warrant

when we knew we had the right guy?

Way too many.

Right. So rock and roll.

Las Vegas PD. We have a search warrant.

What's going on?

Why would I kill my best friend?

That's a very good question.

A bullet clamshell isn't
enough for the DA to file.

What am I missing here?

Our trace lab analyzed the
silver found in the bullet mold.

It's identical composition
to the bullet in the victim.

DA says it's a slam dunk.

Hayden was going to marry my sister.

Brent, I recommend that...

I couldn't let that happen.

He was diseased.

Wasn't a problem for me.

But my sister deserved better.

So you killed him?

Did you see his body?

Hayden was a monster
passing for a regular joe.

My parents blamed me

for introducing them.

You know, the werewolf
disease, it's hereditary.

It means my sister

could've given birth to freaks.

And the silver bullet?

Figured it was appropriate.

So you left your parents',

you went back to your
place to make the bullet

and then you went over to Hayden's.

Yeah.

So it was premeditated.

I guess you can forget heat of the
moment as a mitigating factor here.

I did the right thing.

My sister's out there waiting.

Since I confessed,

can I at least go out and talk to her?

Explain why I did it.

Why don't I do that for you.

Ms. Moyer...

your brother confessed
to killing Hayden.

After our last conversation,
I checked the TV listings.

There was no golf tournament that night.

I think you were calling
Hayden to warn him about Brent.

I had just announced our
engagement to my family.

Brent flipped out.

I was upset.

Everyone was yelling at me.

I went for a long walk to clear my head.
And when I got back, Brent was gone.

He told my parents that he was
going to "speak" with Hayden.

But you had your doubts.

My brother has a temper.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

When Brent called and told
me that Hayden was dead,

he said that if I told you guys..

if I implicated him...

He threatened you.

It's okay.

You're safe now.

Allison...

what are you going to do now?

I'll be okay.

It's not like when I was a kid.

I can pretty much get anything
I need off the internet.

And you're set with money?

I'll manage.

Allison

I have every confidence

that you're going to be
just fine here, but...

if you ever need anything,
would you please give me a call?

I
- I will, ms. Willows.

Catherine.

Catherine...

I haven't been completely
honest with you.

I told you my mother was dead,

but that's not true.

I'm not sure I follow.

Hayden told me she was in a car wreck

and I called the funeral
home to send flowers.

They had never heard of her,

so I called the local
hospitals, same thing.

Recently, I contacted
peopledetectors.com

and, apparently,

she lives in Las Vegas.

She just couldn't live with me.

So you were the one that
contacted peopledetectors.

Yeah.

When my brother was
out, I used his computer.