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Generally, autopsies are
performed in the morning.

Hello, David.

Hello, Grissom.

David Phillips, everyone, our
excellent assistant coroner

and baseball trivia expert.

And who's that�?

I'll introduce you to her later.

Afternoons are usually
for paperwork and court.

Hi.

I'm Rebecca.

Donna. I'm...

I was Donna.

But you know,

I don't think that matters much anymore.

So... so we're...?

Yeah.

Somehow...

it's not quite what I expected.

What were you expecting�?

White light, puffy clouds�?

My mom.

So how'd you get here, anyway�?

You know...

someone will figure it out.

So you're the one who found the body�?

Yeah, I pushed the
button, the doors open,

- I get this.
- Right.

Do you recognize her�?

No.

At any time did you step
inside the elevator�?

And get closer to that�? No, thanks.

Okay. All right, thank
you, Gloria. Thank you.

Some white cotton fibers.

Probably from the towel.

Could be she was dragged
into the elevator.

From any floor except this one.

- How many floors we got�?
- Well, no 13th.

No four and no fourteen.

Yeah, unlucky numbers.

Different countries,
different superstitions.

That was something Sam taught me.

Yeah.

And we just eliminated the one we're on.

You do the math.

33 floors.

Hey, I'm sorry I'm late.

The wedding planner.

Yeah. 21 days and counting.

That's all right, David. Why
don't you help me turn the body�?

Examine her for injuries.

Wait a second.

A rose petal.

I'm gonna take a wild stab

and guess... drowning.

How do you drown in an elevator�?

What do you got�?

We got a dead cop.

Donna Basset out of San Francisco.

She's not a registered guest.

San Francisco PD lets
their guys moonlight.

Do you know anyone on this
floor needs private security�?

Mr. Hsing. Robert Hsing.

He's an architect. A pretty
big deal in Hong Kong.

Which room�?

Clear�!

Clear.

Clear and empty.

We need to locate Mr. Hsing.

I know these suites. This
furniture's been moved.

Per Mr. Hsing's request.

What is this is, an
eight-sided pattern�?

Feng shui�?

He's exacting.

The furniture we moved left
impressions in the carpet.

We vacuumed them out.

Some numbers patterns
make elements flow.

Luck, energy, chi.

So you believe in all
this feng shui stuff�?

When a guest gambles several
million dollars per visit,

it doesn't matter what I believe.

Now we know how you
drown in an elevator.

You don't.

Martin, could you join us�?

You don't step in.
Just take a look around

and you notice anything
missing or out of place�?

There's a couple of towels missing.

And a bath sheet.

And do all your infinity tubs

come with rose petals�?

No, we did that.

When the water flows, the money flows�?

Four dozen red rose petals exactly.

- Imported bath oil.
- Per Mr. Hsing's request�?

This is Martin.

Great. What floor�?

Who's in the room with him�?

You okay�?

You know, I mean, working
Sam's hotel so soon

after the... you know�?

I think that working helps.

- I mean, you know that.
- Yeah.

No, stay put.

We found Mr. Hsing.

He's gambling in a
private suite downstairs.

Player has five.

Natural nine.

You win.

Close the door. Mr. Hsing,

I'm Detective Jim
Brass, Las Vegas Police.

Your security officer, Donna Basset,

was found dead tonight.

Murdered in your hotel room.

I'm so sorry.

Donna's worked for me the last
12 times I've come to your city.

Have you notified her family�?

We'll take care of that.

When did you last see her�?

When she escorted me here

about four hours ago.

Mr. Hsing, when you hire security,

how much of it is for real threat

and how much is perceived�?

Do you know what I mean�?

How much is for show�?

I have very real enemies.

Yeah, she drowned, all right.

Slight petechial
hemorrhaging in both eyes.

Any chance it was an accident�?

When was the last time you
took a nap in Grissom's tub�?

Take a look.

Oh, yeah.

Someone held her down.

And she...

put up a fight.

So, you checked in around 6�:00.

Where have you been since�?

Here, playing.

It's why I come to Vegas.

So you never left this room all night�?

Once,

about three hours ago.

Oh, that's helpful. Why'd you leave�?

My luck was bad.

I went to change it.

And how'd you swing that�?

Called Detective Basset to
escort me back to my suite.

She didn't answer.

I went by myself.

I see. You can corroborate this�?

- He used the hotel phone.
- Okay, good, there's a record then.

So you get back to
you suite. Then what�?

I urinated.

Changed my underwear.

Came back. Kept playing.

So changing your skivvies
can change your luck�?

Mr. Hsing's was down $1.2 million.

Now he's up over $2 million.

Wow. I'll have to try that.

Well, got part of your killer.

He knew there were
cameras in the elevators,

but not in the hallways
or the service area.

So what do you want to do now�?

His sleeve is wet.

Stop and smell the roses.

You just caught me.

Mr. Hsing,

I'm Catherine Willows,
from the Crime Lab,

and I need to see the suit
that you wore last night.

You already have my fingerprints.

Well... we can be finicky.

A rose petal from the victim's body

was found to contain
traces of vitisvinifera...

grapeseed oil.

The kind that this
hotel puts in your tub.

We know that the killer's shirt was wet,

so... I need to see your clothes.

I'll leave you my address in Hong Kong.

You can ship them back
to me when you're done.

Thank you.

Rose petals in the bathtub
had traces of grapeseed oil.

Killer's sleeves were wet.

So you get the clothes,
you get your guy.

Dry cleaner screwed us.

Did he push all the buttons�?

Yeah.

Enough to keep that body moving, and

leave me with a lot of partials.

A lot�?

You're in my water.

You're the reason I'm losing�!

I changed his luck,

and he took my life.

Every time he came to Vegas,
he would gamble for four hours

exactly.

And, you know,

I took that bath every time.

You were murdered.

I was a cop.

Thought I could see danger coming.

Well, not me.

I got into more train wreck
relationships than I can count.

And then... I met Gavin.

- And...?
- He was a great guy.

And when I fell... I fell hard.

Rebecca McGill.

She was taking a hike
with her husband Gavin.

He was taking photos.

One second she was there,
the next she was gone.

He went for help.

Hiking accident�?

Maybe.

It's going to take you
some time to get down there.

It's better than an express for Ushito

Okay, Mr. Boy Scout.

Eagle Scout.

I didn't earn a chestful
of merit badges for nothing.

You see anything interesting up there�?

Well...

looks like she bounced around
a lot up here at the top

before she caught air.

She was hot.

You pay for "hot," believe me.

It's a no-brainer.

I guess that makes me the search party.

Oh, I see it.

You're getting warm.

Hotter by the foot.

There you go.

It's hard to crack an egg
without breaking the yolk.

That's amazing.

Don't think she'll be needing it, but...

I found her cell phone.

It was a bald eagle,

and they're extremely rare,

and Rebecca had to have a...

a picture for our Christmas card.

It's weird...

You take a picture, and
you turn back around,

and life as you know it is...

forever changed.

Sir, is that the camera that you used�?

- Yeah.
- May I see it�?

This was supposed to
be our second honeymoon.

We fell in love at
an Internet convention

at the Hilton.

Couldn't believe my luck.

A model...

and a guy like me.

Beauty and the geek.

What did you do after she fell�?

I ran to the edge,

called down to her,

and she didn't move.

Mr. McGill, you hiked

to the ranger station for help.

Why did't you just use your cell phone�?

Bad reception.

You're free to go.

But stay local.

Impressive that it remained intact.

I'd say.

So take a look at this.

The multiple embedded small rocks

present in the neck area,

also in the parietal
and occipital scalp,

suggest she landed head first.

Extremity fractures, rib fractures,

spine fracture all
consistent with a fall.

Multiple abrasions
on the arms and legs.

So I am guessing most were sustained

before hitting the ground.

Well, I did find some blood on
the rocks at the top of the cliff,

as well as a piece of her shirt.

Looks like it was a bumpy
ride all the way down.

Yeah. Which could
explain these abrasions.

She tore up her hands

grabbing on to anything she could.

Severe lacerations on
the backs of both hands

and a broken right middle finger.

Was that sustained during the fall...

or did someone step on her hand�?

Tina, baby,

can you give me a call
when you get this�?

Listen, I know we haven't been
spending quality time with each other,

- but I was thinking tonight...
- Oh, Warrick.

Oh.

I'll come back.

Work comes first. What's up�?

Oh... tox came back.

I detected traces of
sertraline in the vic's blood.

It's a currently
popular anti-depressant.

She had moderate levels
of alcohol. Six percent.

That's a dangerous combination.

But it's not that unusual.

Would you let your wife drink
if she was on medication�?

If I had a wife... no.

So let me get this straight.

You took your depressed wife

to the top of Red Rock Canyon,

shared a bottle of wine,

and then you went on a nature hike�?

What are you implying�?

Did you know she was
on anti-depressants�?

She made her living with her looks

and, lately, she'd been worried about...

losing them.

Worried enough... to kill herself�?

I was going to take her to New York

and then to Paris.

We started talking about

planning a family.

Suicidal people don't make plans.

Maybe it wasn't a suicide,

but then again, you're
the only one left.

You can say anything you want.

Let's just say

your marriage wasn't so rosy.

Alimony's a bitch.

You get her drunk.

It's cheap just to
shove her off a cliff.

According to the coroner,

the evidence suggests that

her hands may have been stepped on.

You're right,

Rebecca was drifting away.

She became a different person.

The meds weren't helping
enough. I thought if I took her

to Vegas, where we met,

it would snap her out of it,

but instead,

she jumped.

No, no.

It is my fault.

I never should've taken her out there.

Why didn't you just tell
us this in the first place�?

Would you want people
to know that your wife

would rather be dead

than spend another minute with you�?

Well, if he is lying, somebody
should give him an Emmy Award.

Well, there's plenty of physical
evidence, but it's all ambiguous.

Yeah. Ultimately, I
think he is responsible,

whether he meant harm or not.

Well, you know, there's
precedent for charging him

with promoting a suicide attempt.
It's reckless endangerment.

There was a case in New York,

but it's hard to make that charge stick.

Well, what if I can prove she
tried to kill herself before�?

How do you do that�?

Well, I have her phone. I could
go through the most recent calls.

If I know women, the husband's usually
the last person to know anything.

Gavin, what are you
doing�? Gav... wait...

No�! No�!

Help me�! Help...

We have a witness.

Why did you kill your wife, Mr. McGill�?

You try having a hot wife.

You pay for it every day.

I want a lawyer.

I finally found a guy
who liked me for my brains.

Turns out he thought I didn't have any.

Excuse me, ladies�?

Have you seen my wife�?

Her name's Cara.

No.

Or my little girl�?

I had a beautiful little girl.

She was only about that big.

- You ain't seen her, have you�?
- Nope. Just us.

So they're not here�?

Okay, then.

It's okay.

Anywhere but here, right�?

So, how'd you get here�?

Oh, ma'am, I thought the war was hell

until I came to Vegas.

Knucklehead just blew the stop

and ran right into the side of my car.

Damn.

You're lucky...

I don't even see any skid marks.

Didn't even try to stop�!

Just dropped off my partner

otherwise I would've been
sitting in that passenger seat.

Hey, Linda,

you didn't touch the outside
of that door handle, did you�?

No. I know better.

Been to a couple of forensic
classes taught by you lab guys.

Reached in through the window
to check his vitals, he was dead.

Paramedics pronounced, made
sure no one touched anything.

You did good.

This might take a while,

if you want to take a
little break or something.

Thanks.

Hey, Nick.

Hey, Doc.

What brings you out�?

David's on a pickup, and he's got
another two lined up after that.

He's going for some sort of record.

Dig in.

What was going through his mind

just before he crashed
into the police cruiser�?

"I want to die today and
take somebody with me"?

Nothing.

Got a wallet.

Mr. Russell Caris.

He has dried blood on his hands

and on the steering wheel
but no bleeding wounds

that could have contributed to it.

This could explain the blood.

- Sophia...
- Here you go.

you might want to put out a broadcast
on Mr. Caris and his vehicle.

Possible stabbing suspect.

He's definitely good for something.

I'll include the local hospitals
in case they've had a stab victim.

Why wouldn't he have
thrown that knife away�?

He's not smart.

This is natural selection.

The dumb ones die.

The good ones, too.

I just found your stab victim.

Patrol got a 415B call.

Man with a knife.

The paramedics rolled
up soon after they did.

The guy was already dead.

Was he alone�?

No. He was with his family.

We were getting gas, and...

some lunatic came up...

just stabbed my husband in the chest.

My baby saw Jack get stabbed.

Did your husband know the man�?

No.

And Jack offered him his wallet.

The guy just muttered something, just...

just stabbed Jack.

And left the wallet. Why...

why did he do this�?

My husband just met his daughter.

What do you mean, he
just met his daughter�?

He just got back from
his second tour in Iraq.

Would you recognize this
guy if you saw him again�?

Is that him right there�?

That's him.

Is he dead�?

Who is he�? Why did he kill my husband�?

That's what I'm gonna find out for you. Why
don't you go with this officer right now.

She'll take care of you, all right�?

I'll do my best to keep you
informed, ma'am, I promise.

I'll check with the clerk,

see if his surveillance
camera was working.

Yeah, there's some... some
oil and grease around the pump.

I'll check the tire and...

shoe impressions.

Made it back from the war to
die on the streets of Las Vegas.

I'm telling you,

no place is safe anymore.

Sergeant Jack Day was in top condition

except for the single
stab wound to his chest.

Knife entered the
fourth intercostal space,

transected the fourth
intercostal muscle,

and the left internal mammary artery.

C.O.D.'s exsanguination.

What about the crash-test dummy here�?

Interesting case.

He has intense erythema

of the tracheal mucosa

extending down into
the main stem bronchi.

You don't get that from
an auto accident, do you�?

No. You get it from

inhalation of some
caustic poison or drug.

I sent samples to Tox.

Okay, good.

So... C.O.D.?

Well, the impact of the accident
caused the first cervical vertebrae

to tear away from his skull,

lacerating the brain stem.

His skull separated from his spine.

Exactly.

Should've been wearing a seat belt.

No�!

Well, why'd he stab him�?

I mean, it's not like he put up a fight.

And why does he pick the biggest guy

at the station�?

You think that guy in the
back would be an easier target.

Rewind it back to this...

fool getting out of the Buick.

He seems disoriented,

shaky...

high on something.

He had fairly high levels
of THC in his blood.

97 nanograms per milliliter.

THC�?

That's it�?

Isn't that what you were looking for�?

No, I was kind of thinking there
was something else in there.

You should've seen this
guy. He was acting really...

sketched out.

Sometimes people are just crazy.

Well, you're persistent,
I'll give you that.

I tested the remaining
marijuana in the paper wrapper.

You were right. The joint was dipped.

PCP�?

No. Embalming fluid.

"Embalming fluid" is the street name

for PCP.

Yeah, but I don't use street
names when I don't mean to.

No, I mean real, inject-into-a-dead-
person embalming fluid,

made of formaldehyde, methanol, ethanol,

all that bad stuff.

So this guy was smoking wet.

Well, the embalming fluid
would make the marijuana

burn slower,

giving it more chance to be absorbed,

creating a longer lasting
high, I would imagine.

So, now, what do I tell
Sergeant Day's widow�?

A retired marine who
served two tours in Iraq.

That all this is about getting higher�?

You got to tell her the truth.

It was...

it was just random�?

That's the reason I
don't have a husband�?

That's why�?

I'm sorry.

So after all that,

how can you be happy�?

You don't get it.

This is the best week of my life.

'Cause I got to hold my baby girl.

Oh, son of a bitch�!

Let me tell you something, you
got nothing to bitch about here.

I don't think you can smoke in here.

Nah. Let him try.

No, you guys, we're
gonna be here a long time.

Let's just try to keep
it pleasant, okay�?

- I'm not even supposed to be here.
- Tell me about it.

The hot weather, the full moon,

too many people moving to Vegas.

Whatever the reason,
the natives are restless.

Scene's in the garage.

Well, that's not a good sign.

- Bacon and eggs�?
- Yeah, you know, don't bother about that.

That's the water delivery
boy. He lost his breakfast,

and his bottle.

He said the house belonged
to a guy named Lou Beltran.

Is he one of the victims�?

He couldn't tell.

The door's been forced.

I thought this only
happened in the movies.

Life imitates art.

- Okay.
- You first.

All right.

Kicked-in door,

one bloody chainsaw, two dead bodies.

Someone broke in,

cut up the two guys,
left the murder weapon

and split.

What about all this mess,

the furniture and appliances�?

Some of the furniture looks new.

Some of it's cut-up, some of it's not.

Maybe

they were cutting it up
when the assailant came in.

That's a workable theory for now.

You know what this reminds me of�?

The first time we met.

San Francisco. Your lecture.
Double murder in a garage.

I'd heard you were a little dull

as a speaker,

but you can't rely on your first blush.

That was the...

subject of your talk.

I believe I said first
opinions are crucial,

but if the evidence
changes, so must the theory.

Exactly.

Hey.

Any ID on them yet�?

We're still working our way in.

Well, you know, I'm kinda stuck
until I know who they are, so...

Sara, do me a favor, will you�?

Reach into that barbecue
and hand me his wallet.

Sure.

Thank you.

This guy doesn't live here.

This is Ray Gaynor,

lives a few houses down.

Maybe the other one's Lou.

I don't know, but I'd bet my
right arm that's his left arm.

I'm gonna see if the
one-arm man has a wife

who knows how to operate a chainsaw.

It was a jagged, sharp force injury

to the base of the
neck on the right side.

Wound extends down and left laterally

from the right shoulder to the left hip.

Wound becomes shallow
and then separates into

individual incisions.

Directionality of the individual wounds

is from bottom...

to top.

All chainsaws operate
the same way, right�?

Chain travels around the bar,

teeth move away from the
operator around the top

and come back on the bottom.

So... if our guy, Lou,

was attacked from the front,

the teeth would hit him
from a downward angle.

Leaving downward wounds

instead of the upward
wounds you see here.

So... what�?

He was attacked from behind�?

Guess who owns the chainsaw.

Ray Gaynor. The neighbor.

I also found bits of
wood and metal shavings

on the inside of the cover plate,

consistent with the
furniture and appliances.

The teeth on the chain are dull,

probably from cutting them up.

Don't tell me Lou cut
up my mother's headboard.

Was it blue�?

Sorry.

How about my dining room set�?

I think there's a couple of chairs left.

Damn that man.

Everything I asked for in the divorce.

Did he get the living room furniture�?

- No.
- Figures.

That was going to be his.

Well, now it's mine.

The bastard can rot in hell.

So, Mrs. Beltran, I assume
the divorce wasn't final.

No.

Lou held it up out of spite.

Do you know Ray Gaynor�?

Decent guy.

Never married.

Lots of women around, though.

Pretty handy with his tools.

Halfwit would go over there and
Ray'd teach him how to do things.

Too bad he never taught
him how to be more of a man.

Look, I gotta ask you this
where were you last night�?

32,000 feet over the Pacific

with 300 other people.

So you were in a plane.

I'm a flight attendant.

But go ahead and ask me
if I'm sorry he's dead.

Where do you want him�?

Put him under the Lou Beltran spatter.

And load him up.

Blue test paint is not lining up

with the red known spatter.

Well, the body's in the
correct relative position.

- But the angle's off.
- What could throw the angle off�?

I don't know, but it's very
awkward to try and line this up.

You know...

what if you line it up

switching hands, like this�?

Ray Gaynor's killer was left-handed.

Lou Beltran

wore his watch on his right wrist.

I bet he was left-handed.

So...

Lou could have killed
Ray, cut off his arm...

... but who killed Lou�?

Doc Robbins

said that the cuts on
Lou's body were made

when the chain was traveling upwards.

Well, if I attacked you,

the chain would be traveling downwards

when held normally by a left
or a right-handed person.

Which means that the top of
the chain had to be facing him.

The way that this works,

is if Lou was holding the saw.

The chain was dull

from cutting up his wife's things.

The wife told Brass that
he wasn't very handy.

An inexperienced left-handed
operator with a dull chainsaw

certainly increases the risk for injury.

Kickback.

- You don't know what you're doing�!
- I know exactly what I'm doing�!

So he chainsawed his wife's furniture

and appliances, the
metal dulled the blade,

and the kickback from the
chainsaw is what killed him.

So it was an accident.

How many of you are right-handed�?

Left-handed�?

2,500 left-handed people die each year

using products designed
for right-handed people.

Okay,

but how do you know there wasn't a
third person that killed both of them�?

A third person would have left
shoe impressions in the blood,

various other sign-
there was none.

You're absolutely certain�?

Part of being a CSI is learning to work

in the absence of absolute certainty.

Each and every case
brings us a new opportunity

to learn something.

For instance, in the
case of Donna Basset,

we can see that there is no such thing

as an insignificant detail.

Here...

the evidence itself can bear witness.

Don't just look for what you
think you're going to find.

And this one,

never impose logic...
on an illogical act.

And finally,

if the evidence changes,

your theory must change as well.

Questions�?

How do you deal with the smell�?

You get used to it.

I'm not sure I can do this.

Well, not everyone can.

Why do you do it�?

Because the dead can't
speak for themselves.