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Danke schoen, oh, darling.

Danke schoen.

Thank you for all

the joy...

The vic had nothing on
him but his casino I.D.

Name is Vasco Ruiz.

He's a dishwasher here
at the Golden Sapphire.

My guess he got off his shift,

went to his car, got whacked.

By what?

A blender.

Surveillance?

- Not in the employee structure.
- Witnesses?

Well, we found a Wayne
Newton impersonator,

but all I could get him to do was
sing a few bars of "Danke Scheon".

But no wallet, no cash, no cell phone,

no car keys.

Smells like a robbery.

Maybe it was his payday.

Even if this guy was walking out
of here with a million dollars...

this is way more than excessive.

Personal.

I'm gonna go get personal with his boss.

See what he knows.

- You got a name?
- She's not talking.

- What about ID?
- He must've taken her wallet.

- Cell phone?
- It's not here, they took it.

Somebody had to see something.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Well, we got a souvenir cup

that screams "tourist."

Yep.

I don't see a bar anywhere around here.

She must have neither going
to or coming from the strip.

She shouldn't be walking
around here, Warrick?

Couldn't pick a shadier
part of town, man.

Well, these tourists don't
know what they're getting

when they book a trip to Vegas online.

"Hey, I got a room on the strip
for 7.5 bucks. Whoa, what a deal!"

And they mosey through the naked city
with their thousand dollar cameras.

Next thing you know,

we're taking their picture.

You know what, Grissom's crime
scene is as five blocks from here.

Both victims had their wallets
and their cell phones stolen.

And they were both beaten
down in the same way.

Looks like someone is
on a little crime spree.

David, hang on.

Looks like a woman's toe nail.

It's not necessarily a woman's.

Jessica...

this might hurt a little bit,

but it's going to help us get
the people who did this to you

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Do you have any other injuries?

Yeah, on my left side.

Could you left your
left arm for me, please?

Thank you.

I just got out of a
ten-year relationship.

So I decided to take
a solo trip to Vegas.

You know, try the whole: "what
happens in vegas, stays in Vegas."

Been there.

Yeah, well, I get to take
this face back with me.

Did anybody else get hurt?

Why do you ask?

I heard them saying
that I was number two.

Was there a number one?

There was.

How are they doing?

He died.

Oh, right, slick.

Now what's with the suit?

Today was my first jury trial.

Today ended

an hour and a half ago.

Maybe I just don't want the day to end.

Well, if that's the case,

why don't you help my day end
quicker and help me isolate some...

shoe treads.

Take the pants.

So...?

How'd you do on the stand?

So good the prosecutor
took me to dinner.

- Female?
- Yeah, she was icing.

I was just happy to
finaly see a case from

the crime scene to the courtroom.

We freakin' buried the
guy. It was bad ass.

I drop the hammer.

He was squirming in his chair.

How many different
patterns you have there?

Five different patterns.

I've got three different
ones on the t-shirt.

I mean, this one that
looks like an athletic shoe

sure got around. As did this

pointed toe high-heeled one.

So as this work boot.

What do you know about work boots?

I'm guessing you haven't worked
a day of hard labor in your life.

I wore Doc Martens in high school.

It was the styles.

Yeah, for skinheads.

Yeah, they kind of
ruined it for everyone.

You know, one of the victims was

hispanic. The other was jewish.

Maybe this was a hate crime.

Sure looks like hate to me.

Vasco Ruiz was someone punching-bag.

He suffered multiple abrasions,
lacerations, contusions.

I found no particular
patterns, sharp edges

or tool marks from any weapons.

Do fists and feet count?

He had too many bruises to
count, one on top of another.

And under the skin,
things get even worse.

Long bone fractures of the
fingers, radius, ulna, humerus.

Rib fractures, swelled chest,

fracture of the vault and base of skull.

Almost every bone in his face.

Somewhere along the way,

he took a shot to the head that
resulted the subdural hematoma.

C.O.D. is multiple blunt force trauma.

Could one person have done this?

Not even Mike Tyson.

Okay, okay, okay. They
took my good vodkas,

my single-malt whiskies, they
took vermouth, cognac, VSOP cognac.

Am I going to get
any of the stuff back?

- What you guys will do about this?
- Ok ok, slow down,

- you talking too fast.
- All right, you know what?

Just let me know when you're ready.

I'm ready, sir, I just.. I
just need you to talk slower.

Okay, I can do that.

These creeps come flying in here.
They take a lot of my good stuff.

And I chased one of them

and I snatched the
sweater right off his back.

How many did you see?

I don't know. There was a bunch.

A bunch. Two, five, ten?

- Closer to ten.
- Any descriptions?

They had their hoods
on. They were hooded.

You took the sweater off one of
them and you... you didn't get to see

- what he looked like?
- He was on his way out the door.

What I did see was... was really weird.

Anyway.

- What does "weird" look like?
- I don't know.

His face. His nose was all deformed.

The whole thing creeped me out.

- Way to go.
- Thank you.

Greg...

Lose de monkey suit, you got a scene.

Liquor store robbery.
Here's the address.

Related to the earlier 415s?

Could be. Sofia's got one
of the suspect's sweaters.

I need you to seal it, bring it
back, and anything else you can find.

All right. Who's my wingman?

You're a big boy, Greg. You
don't need a wingman for this.

Primary.

Nice.

Whoa!

Pick on somebody you're own size.

Are you volunteering?

No.

Two scenes are related.

I found two common treads on both vics

an athletic shoe and a boot.

I ran them through
the Solemate database.

The athletic shoe...

is a Converse Chuck Taylor
and the boot is a Doc Martin.

Could this be a woman shoe?

Yeah, I ran that through
the Solemate database, too.

That is a Steve Madden Dynasti
Stiletto. Open-toe shoe.

'Cause Catherine found
a broken female toenail

in the vics mouth.

Most of the treads are on the sides
and the back of the victim's clothing.

Which suggests that
they were on the ground

for most of the beating.

Kicked to death.

How am I gonna feed my boys?

Pay the rent, gas, car?

Mrs Ruiz,

I'll do the best I can.

I'll put you in touch with state services
that'll help you deal with these issues,

okay?

But right now, I need
your help to do my job.

I need some information, okay?

- Whatever you need.
- All right.

When was the last time
you talked to Vasco?

Midnight.

He calls me every night after work.

Did he have any enemies
that you know of?

He was a good men with a good heart.

- No one disliked him.
- Okay.

Did he carry a wallet or a cell phone?

He had both.

I want you to write down his cell phone
number on this piece of paper, okay?

I need to access his records.

Hey, guys.

This officer's gonna take
you and your mom home,

make sure you all go home safe, okay?

Thank you.

I'm standing across
from the Holiday Motel

where a brutal beating just
occurred a few hours ago.

We have the footage

which was recorded by an
anonymous bystander's cellphone.

Although the quality is poor,

you can see several figures
assaulting the lone female victim.

Anyone living near the Strip
is being told to stay at home

until the assailants are caught.

For anyone who has any
information, please call 555-0155.

Get this reporter on the phone.

Control, Control, this is
CSI Sanders, I need some help.

Control, go with your information.

I got an assault in
progress one alley South of

Casino Central Drive cross Street Shane.

- How many suspects involved?
- Multiple.

Could be the guys who've
been doing it all night.

Closest unit has a five minute ETA
rolling code three. Are they armed?

I don't know. I don't know.

Ma'am, please, listen.

You got to get here quicker than this.

Copy that. We'll roll two additional
units asap. Wait for backup.

Move!

Get out of here!

I just want to see Demitrius.

- M'am, I'm sorry...
- I just want to talk to him.

I'm saying, I can't
let you pass. I'm sorry.

- He's not dead, is he?
- He's been badly injured,

but he's being attended
to, I promise you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Why isn't there a medic on Greg?
- He's been stabilizied.

Sara, he's going to be okay.

Sara...

I didn't think you could see me.

I can't...

But I know that Sidle scent.

I'm going to take that as a compliment.

I scratched one of them.

And you should check my vest.

I think the same guy spit on me.

And one of their cars
crashed into the Denali.

I guarantee there's transfer on it.

You should process the scene now.

Me later.

I came here for you, Greg.

So how long you been
in town, Mr. Tanner?

About 20 hours, man.

You're on vacation?

Straight from Union City, Tennessee.

Okay, tell me what happened.

Well,
I was-

cutting through that alley.

Try to find a taxi off
full **** side streets.

Next thing I know I'm on the ground
just getting pounded all to hell.

I thought I was gonna die.

Even give it up to the man.

Then I heard that horn honking
and engine revving toward me.

Can you give me any descriptions?

Okay.

All right.

Take it easy.

Could you do me a favor?

Sure, I'll do my best.

Man that saved my life.

I'd like to meet him.

Give him a thank you.

His name is Greg Sanders.

And I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

I'll tell him.

I think I just found a
piece of Sanders' hair.

So what, somebody else
could've been done?

You bitches haven't
caught them cats yet?

Excuse me?

You fellas want to keep moving,
we're trying to work here.

You call that working?

Why is there an ass-whupping
on every other block?

There's about to be an
ass-whupping on this block.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

Hey, Nick...

Man, you're weak, weak, weak, weak.

You can't do this.

- I say what I want.
- You're not weak...

Nick...

Nick...

You're a joke.

Come on!

Anybody get that on video?

Man, I'll take a picture myself.

That's a nice phone you got
there, man. Real nice phone.

Wonder how many drug dealers'
numbers you got on this phone here.

You'd like to go in jail, man?

Listen, I'm sorry about the
little spill you had earlier

but that's why we got the crime
tape up, so you could see it.

Watch where you're going next time.

Go home safe.

What are you doing?

- We beat people up now?
- I'm sick of these punks, man.

- I'm serious, I'm sick of it.
- Then you're in the wrong town.

Maybe.

Greg?

Grissom.

Just another day at the office, hein?

Well, at least I can see now.

The guy they beat up.

How is he?

He's gonna be fine.

What about the other guy?

The guy I hit.

His name is Demitrius James.

He's in surgery.

He is he, like, a
gangbanger or something?

Actually...

he's a student at the University.

He gonna be okay?

I don't know.

Has someone called your parents?

We should let them know.

What's the matter?

They still think I'm in the lab.

Why do they think that?

When I was in high school...

I never played any sport.

No football, no basketball.

Definitely no hockey.

I never would've guessed.

Well, it wasn't by choice.

My mom wanted four kids.

ended up with only one.

She always made sure I stayed close.

If I had a nose bleed,

she'd take me to the E.R.

Well...

now would be the time to come clean.

My mom's gonna freak.

You tell her that you risked
your life to save someone else's,

and I think she'll be very proud of you.

Hey.

Doctor found these on Demitrius James.

- Contact lenses?
- Special kind.

They're called halloween lenses.

They're wearing costumes.

Great.

Just a game to them.

Is that your number, Cha Cha?

Yeah, that's my number.

So tell me...

What does a dead guy sound like?

Was that funny?

M'am, I mean, ain't it supposed to be?

Someone called you from
his phone. Qho was it?

When'd they call again?

12:33 A.M. Last night.

Man, you know how many people
blow me up at that time?

Shoot, that's like prime time.

Finding-the-right-party
time.

Half my cuz got a voice
mail and my line's so busy.

Who is this guy?

Maybe I've seen him
before, I don't know.

Farami, huh?

Yeah. You like?

If it was real, I might.

Whatever.

Can I go now?

Damn.

When I swab that knockoff
Farami buckle and I find

this tourist's DNA on it,

you're going down for murder.

She didn't die.

No, but Mr. Ruiz did. And you
were the last person that he call.

That connects you to both crimes.

Tara, okay?

Tara called me.

It's funny, 'cause the only
reason I picked up my phone

is 'cause didn't know the number.

Thought it was this hot boy.

And what did Tara want?

Her boyfriend, Pig, invited
her to a party at a motel.

She invited me, so I rolled.

Go get a piece. It's fun.

Is that your idea of a party?

Man, everyone loves a good
fanny smacking session.

A what?

Beating up fannypackers.

You know, tourists.

Why would you want to do that?

Nothing else to do.

And you do this all the time?

Yeah, but this was the first
time I ever heard of anyone dying.

What is Pig's name?

I just know "Pig".

So if... fannysmackin'
is all about tourists,

why'd you go after a dishwasher
at the Golden Sapphire?

I dont know.

Maybe he was just practice.

So, think we're out of the wood yet?

Well, beatings were
occurring every hour,

and it's been three hours
since the last one, so maybe.

Do I look like I want to to sign
in? I want to talk to cop, okay?

Somebody get me a cop! I
want to talk to a cop now!

- He's a cop.
- She' a cop.

Hey, my friend, he
got beat up and robbed.

- I can see that.
- Where?

On the corner of Decatur and Jones.

They took the ten g's that I had on me,

they took my watch,
they took my cell phone.

And look at his face.
They beat him up, too.

Did you get a good look at 'em?

Not really. They were wearing hoodies.

Process the sweater
found at the liquor store.

Found blood.

Sent it to DNA.

Wendy found two types,
matched both to your vics.

She also ran saliva on Greg's
jacket. Came back unknown male.

Same unknown male that Greg scratched.

Nice map.

What do you see?

My old neighborhood.

What do you see?

Inconsistency.

In what?

The dishwasher,

both tourists and Greg were
attacked near the Strip.

Dean Harden claims that he was
attack all the way over here

in South-West Las Vegas.

Swarms don't backtrack.

We're talking about
humans here, not bugs.

Humans have always adapted
strategies from the insects.

Swarming is an ancient military tactic.

You surround your ennemies,

then attack from all
directions simultaneously.

Alexander the Great pioneered
the maneuver 2,000 years ago.

Although swarms consist
of several individuals,

they must be treated as a single entity.

Wich lives, thinks and moves as one.

Built with an internal
logic to continue forward,

gain momentum and never backtrack.

So, this guy Dean

probably was not a victim
of the swarm or he's lying.

Take a look at these clothes.

In contrast to the other beatings,

I found only one type of
shoe tread on Dean clothes.

The print matches a size 12 Nike Air.

And this shoe is...

his own.

He swarmed himself?

I owe my uncle Lenny ten g's
and I don't got it, all right?

Am I supposed to know
who uncle Lenny is?

Uncle Lenny?

Lenny G., the famous sports handicapper.

Yeah, it's not ringing any bells.

- He's blackbooked from the casinos.
- But he still likes to bet.

And you bet for him.

Yeah he-he-he gave me five dimes to
bet on the Eagles this past Sunday.

You see, me and Ant, we're
hurting for cash right now.

We didn't think the Eagles had a chance,

so we thought we would
just pocket the cash.

But they won and now you
owe Uncle Lenny G. ten g's.

Yeah.

And then we saw these
beatings on TV and...

just thought it was a great idea.

Don't go near the package.

Why am I gonna go near you package?

- All right.
- All right.

It'll be like Pesci did it
to De Niro in Raging Bull

- Remember that?
- Yeah, all right,

- just do it, man, come on.
- Okay.

- All right, just do it.
- I'm doing it!

You're crying?

Shut up, man! It's
not funny, all right?

I figured, if Dean said
we got beat up and robbed,

we wouldn' have to pay up.

Yeah, well, now you're
eleven g's in the hole.

The ten thousand you owe
your Uncle Lenny for the bet,

and the thousand you owe us for
filing a false police report.

Hey, Catherine.

I think I'm on to something.

Check this out.

The king swine.

Now, "y'all" is plural. Believe
me, I used the word a lot,

so I have a feeling he sent
that to more than one person.

It could be a mass text.

Lindsey once sent
everyone in her phonebook

the same message at the same time.

I got stuck with a three
hundred dollars bill.

We got this punk's phone number.

All we have to do is
subpoena his phone records.

We'll get every one
he sent the message to.

We'll text him,

we'll tell him to meet us somewhere.

From Tara's phone?
They'll know it's us.

No, from pig's phone.

We don't have Pig's phone.

Don't need it.

When you text from a computer,

you put in the number
that you're calling from.

We'll just use Mr. Piggies'.

Okay, but how do we get the Pig?

Look, I'm not gonna play you, Tara.

so let's not waste each other's time.

I have enough evidence to try
you for first degree murder.

But I'm greedy.

I want the rest of
the Mickey Mouse club.

So you have a choice.

You can either spend a
very, very long time in jail

or you can help me out.

- I'm not saying nothing.
- You don't have to say anything.

Write a text message.

Something Pig would send to his buddies

to get them all up for
another fannysmackin' party.

Look, Tara, I don't think that
beating these people up was your idea,

so why should you and
Cha Cha take the fall?

These guys don't care about you.

I mean, let's face it.

You're just a piece of tail to them.

Right?

So what's it going to be?

Are you going to let a guy with the
colorful but unfortunate name of "pig"

run free while you go to jail?

You know it's funky in there.

No Posh Spice. No parties,

no purses or pedicures
or pasta primavera.

So you decide.

Decide.

Pig text you?

Yeah.

Hey, Pig, thanks for that text.

- I'm ready for some smackin'.
- I didn't text you.

- You didn't?
- No, did you text me?

I didn't text you.

Everybody out of the car, now.

Get out the car.

See those hands.

Put them on the top of the car.

Turn off the truck.

Get out. And put your
hands above your head.

Get out of the car.

You're going to jail.

Free shower, free food, free sleep.

Let me in there.

This little piggy went "Wee,
wee, wee"... All the way...

There he is.

Mr. Sanders?

Hey. How you doing?

Better than dead.

Get me over here, Liz, where
I can shake this man's hand.

You're a brave man.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Home, Elizabeth.
- Ok.

I cook some mean barbecue,

if you ever get yourself
to Union City, Tennessee.

I'll look you up.

You do that.

I am going to pick up some Roberto's,

take it over to Greg. I'm sure
he's sick of the hospital food.

Anybody want to come?

I'll take a ride
with you, but, huh-

I pass on the Mexican food
at 10:00 in the morning.

No, I'd like to see Greg.
I'm definitely in, yeah.

Pig and the piglets are in the pig pen.

It's about time.
Finally, some good news.

Did you know that Pig aka
Colt Treat was the only adult?

The rest of them were
under 18. One was 14.

Are you kidding?

Who raises these kids?

I mean, they weren't all delinquents.
Demetrius James was a college student.

Hanging out with the wrong
crowd in the wrong town.

I'm telling you, a fake ID
in Las Vegas is like having a

a free ticket on the hell train.

Sex, drugs, gambling, no
adult supervision, 24/7.

By the time they're 21,
they've done and seen it all.

Make me slit my wrist, why don't
you? I'm raising a teenager here.

Oh, you're doing a great job.

Lindsey's gonna turn out to
be a beautiful young woman.

Besides, I grew up in Vegas, I
didn't turn out so bad, did I?

Yeah, that was pre-Mirage,

back when you were a little squirt

going to the casino
playing the arcade games.

No.

Vegas is a different animal now.

Yeah, these kids need to beat people
on the street to be entertained.

They just need some good
discipline. They need, huh-

their grand mother whipping
their ass like... like I had.

Yeah, a good slap.

You know,

it kind of sounds like you guys are
blaming everybody but these kids.

I mean, you don't get a by
just 'cause you grew up here

and your parents were on drugs...

Those kids are perfectly capable
of telling the difference between

a wild night out and...

beating somebody to death.

The truth is,

a moral compass can only point
you in the right direction,

it can't make you go there.

Our culture preaches that, huh,

you shouldn't be ashamed
of anything you do anymore.

And unfortunately, this city
is built on the principle

that there's no such thing as guilt.

"Do whatever you want, we won't tell.

"So without a conscience,

there's nothing to stop
you from killing someone.

And evidently,

You don't even have
to feel bad about it."