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Construction crew found them when
they came in to work this morning.

The woman is dead, the guy is
still alive... but he's not talking.

Wouldn't even give me his name,
even after I gave him my name.

Did you, huh... pull his wallet?

No, everything is just
the way I found him.

I mean, I figured some knucklehead...
you know, came in off the street,

found him,

figured he had a free pass and
picked his pocket, you know...

Anyway, I'm, huh...

I'm talking to people, I'll, huh...

I'll let you know what we find out.

Catherine, do you need a minute?

Yes, I'm...

Yes, I'm...

I mean no, Gil, I'm good.

So, how's your day going?

Lady,

best day I ever had is worst than
the worst day you'd ever imagined.

Oh, I doubt that.

Who's you lady friend?

I never saw that woman
before in my life.

You're not going anywhere. It would
be a lot better for you if you just

cooperate and tell us what happened.

- You wanna know what happened?
- Mmh, mmh.

Figure it out yourself.

That's the fun part.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Qu� pasa?

One of the residents reported
smelling a gas leak at 6:00 A.M.

He, uh, called the gas company.

They arrived; they
evacuated the building.

I'm surprised anyone picked out a gas leak
through the rest of the stench around here.

Yeah, smells like used diapers.

The gas boys traced the
leak to this apartment,

and that was when they found...

this.

Whoa.

Alyona Ivanovna.

Manager said she's lived
here alone for 27 years.

Head in the oven...

it's kind of a classic, huh?

Maybe not.

I mean, this apartment is neat as a pin.

A lady this tidy wouldn't leave a broken
dish in a rack like that, you know?

It doesn't necessarily
indicate foul play.

I checked the doors and the window.
There's no sign of forced entry.

What do you make of this?

A busted phone...

with gray hairs in it.

She's definitely got gray hair.

Sir...

this good

Ok then, let's roll her over together.

Got her.

One, two...

Single stab wound,

just below the sternum.

It feels domestic.

Crime of passion?

Him?

Good point.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

You ready to give me a name?

You know, you are in a very deep hole,

in every sense of the word, my friend.

Think about that while
we chisel you out.

It's going to take a few hours...

assuming we're careful.

See ya.

It's just a guess, but
I'd say she's in rigor.

Blunt-force trauma on the forehead,

and on the base of the skull.

I doubt very highly that
those were self-induced.

Look at that: It's dented.

Looks like she may have been
slammed into her own oven.

Yep.

She's been dead at least 12 hours.

I've got a substance on her...

right ear.

She doesn't really look
like the hair gel type.

Hang on a second, fellas. Look at that.

Her dentures...

they were in upside down.

Hey. You're coming with me.

We got another 419 out by nellis.

Wow, busy night. Any details?

They tell me it tastes
just like chicken.

So let see where we get.

The dead guy in the
bath is Raymundo Suarez.

He works the night shift.

He cleans the equipment
from 8:00 P.M. To 4:00 A.M.

The day-shift guys came
in, found him like this.

The foreman here called it in.

This basin is designed to
transfer an electrical current.

Of course it does.

It's a stun bath.

We use it to stun the chickens
before they go into the next room.

Where they get their throats cut.

Which is why we electrocute them first.

It's humane.

Was the current on
when you found the body?

No, sir, it was off;
it stays off all night.

Hey, huh...

how long is this gonna take?

As long as it takes.

I got a lot of birds piling up outside.

They're gonna die out
there in that heat.

Well, it's not like they're
gonna do any better in here.

Come on, I want to talk to your crew.

Maybe he was high.

Passes out and falls in?

How does he end up face down
in the middle of the bath?

Kind of tough to drown
in three inches of water.

Not impossible.

If he hit the water
when the current was on,

his muscles could've contracted,
making it impossible for him to get out.

But the machine's off at night,

and it was off when they found the body.

Which means someone turned
it off after he was dead.

Yeah.

Who?

All right, what's your name,
and what do you do here?

Name's Ernie Dell. Maintenance man.

I work 3:00 to 11:00.

You see the victim last night?

Uh, yeah,

and Raymundo was just fine when I left.

You and Raymundo get along?

Kept my nose out of his
business; he kept his out of mine.

Didn't have a problem with him.

But you know somebody who did?

Well, between you and me,

the guy you ought to be
talking to is Ike Mannleigh.

Oh. You mean the guy
who owns the company?

Well, Raymundo's pretty far
down on the pecking order.

You think the big boss
had a problem with him?

No.

Not unless you think a guy
banging your wife is a problem.

I can't blame him, though.

Bubbles Mannleigh is a cheap whore.

Did you and Bubbles take a tumble?

Me? Nah.

Reminds me too much of my mother.

Besides, uh...

Bubbles likes the dark meat.

Unappetizing place
to get your rocks off.

Not if you have a poultry fetish.

You got something?

Yeah, I think so.

One more chance.

You look like a kid

who's just found the prize at
the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.

Definitely some kind of doll.

It sure is.

Three different views

of the same dead doll.

Maybe this is more than a signature.

Maybe there's something
these victims have in common.

First two victims were white,

third hispanic,

two men,

one woman, one rich,

two poor,

one young, two old, one
famous, two obscure...

Yeah.

And unfortunately,

this is the best lead
we have for their killer.

This is the most that Archie
could get off that video?

Yeah, well, with the
equipment we have here.

I'm getting Raymundo's
cell phone records.

I'm gonna see if any of his
calls are a match to the numbers

that Penny Garden and
Izzy Delancy had in common.

What ever happened with that number
we got off the disposable cell phone?

Any luck with that?

Disposable phone numbers are assigned
by the carrier to the phone distributors.

It took a little bit of legwork, but I did
find the store where the phone was sold.

Let me guess.

It was paid for with cash.

Yeah.

Mannleigh chickens.

What about it?

I'll let you know.

See how it feels?

You know, we're getting
kind of backed up in here.

The only one I hear
complaining about it is you.

Your cement lady's
approximately 40 to 45 years old.

C.O.D is exsanguination due to
laceration of the right ventricle.

Wound seven centimeters
long, five millimeters wide.

That looks like it could
be a double-edged blade.

It's pretty thick, too.

Well, it passed into the heart

with point of entry midline
just below the xiphoid process.

Upward thrust.

I just said that.

Okay.

Any idea what the
weapon might have been?

If I knew, I would've told you.

I got to get to work.

Taxpayers are getting
their money's worth tonight.

Thank you.

Tingles.

You take them out, he puts them back in.

What is it?

It's acetic acid.

Do you do feet?

I got a bunion that
could use some soaking.

What's this do?

Takes your fingerprints.

Good luck with that.

How's mr. Hoffa?

Hey, Jim.

Cathy and I are just
getting reacquainted.

Will Gilbert be stopping by?

I take it we don't have a name yet.

No.

I bet you ten bucks that I
have you made by 9:00 P.M.

You're on.

Okay, Hodges.

What do you got?

The green trace on your old lady.

Adipic acid, disodium phosphate,

sodium citrate, fumaric acid, yellow #5,

blue #1, bha, a whole lot of gelatin,

and sugar.

Which is?

Oh, come on. There's always room for it.

Just tell me what it is, Hodges.

Jell-O.
Lime jell-O.

Lime jell-o?

I tell you what. You tell me why.

Clear.

Oh, boy.

Looks like somebody
cleaned up in a hurry.

More green jell-O.

Sofia, you get a tenant's
name for this apartment?

According to the management office, this
apartment's a sublet, has been for years.

He's not sure who lives here.

I got blood, too.

This place has a direct view
of the old lady's apartment.

So, what, the guy's
killing the old lady,

he sees he's being
watched, and he, what,

comes back here and whacks the witness?

It's possible.

But why get rid of this
body and leave the old lady?

Hi. I'm Izzy Delancy.

And back in my bad old days,

I'd do almost anything to sell albums.

People even accused me of

biting the heads off
live chickens on stage.

I'm not proud of that.

But

I've worked hard to change.

And with the help of the good lord,

14 years of therapy
and two loving wives,

I humbly believe

I've made progress.

But this story is not
about Izzy Delancy.

It's about something much, much bigger:

Cruelty.

Did you know that every
day in the united states,

more chickens are killed

than all the people in
the Rwandan genocide?

Now, you may argue,"Izzy, african
people are not a food source."

Well, you're missing
the point entirely.

Cruelty is cruelty,

whether the victim be a chicken

or a malnourished african.

Where did you find this?

I like animals,

and after the delancy murder,
I brushed up on my history.

As it turns out, three years ago,

Izzy Delancy had a midlife awakening

and became an animal rights activist.

He starred in and financed this
psa targeting Mannleigh Chickens

as the epitome of everything that
is wrong in the slaughter industry.

It takes a manly man

to make a Mannleigh chicken.

Now, perhaps you've
purchased Mannleigh roasters,

fryers or assorted parts
at your local grocery store,

and you believe you're eating chicken.

But what you're really eating

is cruelty.

Our undercover investigators
secretly recorded

workers at a mannleigh processing plant

throwing loose animals
up against the wall,

stomping up and down on them,

kicking them across the room.

How bad did mannleigh get hurt by this?

His sales dropped 60%.

He launched a very expensive pr campaign

to rehabilitate his image,

including retrofitting a plant
with cruelty-free equipment.

His business never recovered.
He probably hated Delancy.

I have no idea how
Raymundo ended up dead.

I liked that boy.

Apparently, so did your wife.

She was spending some quality time
with Raymundo down at the plant.

If I killed every guy
that banged my Bubbles,

they'd be stacking up like cord wood.

So you have no problem with it?

Look.

Bubbles is an insatiable slut,

but she's my slut, and I love her.

I don't expect you to understand.

Oh, I get it.

Do you know this woman?

I've never seen her before in my life.

How about him?

Let's not screw around here.

You know I knew him,
and you know I hated him.

That jerk nearly put me into chapter 11.

He ended up dead, too.

And I sent his wife a hallmark

and a case of frozen
chickens the day he died.

He was murdered.

That's what I heard, too.

We're done here.

You want to call my
attorney or should I?

Whoo, whoo-whoo!

Thank you, Hodges.

I can see that it's a train.

Yeah, it's Locomotiveville.

Sorry. Thought you might be a member.

Attention all units, the
suspect's name is Ernie Dell.

Copy that. All units
please be adviced that...

Ernie Dell?

Las Vegas police. Open up.

Go ahead, break it.

Clear, Captain.

There's a workshop in the basement.

One of the other
residents id'd the tenant

in the sublet apartment
as Paula Sullivan.

That's good.

Well, it's better than good.

Apparently Paula Sullivan does
a little day care on the side.

We have a witness.

Hi.

I'm Warrick Brown from the crime lab.

Hi.

My Suzy was in that apartment yesterday.

And she was filthy
when they sent her back,

and I marched right over there
to give Paula a piece of my mind,

and she wasn't home.

Paula wasn't there. Max watched me.

He's nice.

Her husband. Neither of them
was there when I went back.

Well, ma'am, we're going to need your
daughter's clothes from yesterday.

I like you. You're a giant.

And you're a princess.

Thank you.

Okay, Suzy, tell me about Max.

What's Max like?

Max is my friend.

He's a lion tamer and
an astronaut and a spy.

Guy always kinda creeped me out.

How come you didn't know that
Paula Sullivan wasn't home?

We live across the courtyard.

Bye.

I send Suzy over.

I watch until she gets inside.

I went in. It was a big mess.

A big mess?

What color was the mess?

Red and green.

Don't eat that.

Max came into the
kitchen in his underpants.

Did Max try to hug you or touch you?

Oh, no. He went and got dressed.

Did Max seem surprised to
see all that big mess there?

I don't know.

What did Max do next?

He started cleaning up the big mess.

I bet he didn't want to get in trouble.

I bet you're right.

You know what? Could you help me?

I've got a picture right here.

And I have some crayons, too.

Could you draw where the red
and the green is in the room?

So the green was all the way
up here in the cabinets, too?

He, um, he had to stand
on a chair to reach it.

Did you help him clean up the mess?

At first, but then he
said there was sharp stuff,

so I watched tv.

And then what happened?

Then I watched some more tv.

Then I watched some more tv,

nd then I watched some more tv,

and then I went home.

Do these belong to you?

You know damned well they do.
You took 'em from my house.

They're mine and I want them back.

So you worked with Raymundo Suarez.

Did you know Izzy Delancy?

Everybody knows Izzy Delancy.

He's famous.

Used to do it to his music.

And how did he thank you for that?

Public humiliation?

And you knew Penny Garden.

- Who?
- Penny Garden.

You delivered a package to her house.

You're a handyman.
What'd you fix for her?

I don't know anything about that.

Lots of guys got that shirts.

Do you have any idea how...

...your work

ended up at

crime scenes from
three different murders?

I've been making scale models
since I was nine years old.

I sell my stuff at craft fairs,

to hobby shops,

over the internet, every damned place.

Sold things to hundreds
of people over the years.

Any of them could have ended
up in the hands of your killer.

You're just picking on an old
man 'cause you got nothing.

We're just talking here,
Ernie. We're just talking.

You charging me with something?

You want a cup of coffee, Ernie?

We got decaf.

Charge me or let me go.

I want a lawyer.

You're free to go.

So was he right? Are we really
just picking on an old man

or is he the bad guy?

Well, he's associated
peripherally with all the victims,

and he certainly has the right skills.

Yeah... he spent half his
life in Locomotiveville.

I know what it's like to lose
yourself in little things.

After a while it gets to you.

We're coming up goose eggs on
cement boy and his lady friend.

You got to be kidding?

No hits on AFIS, no hits on CODIS.

Guy's got no work card, and his
keys weren't a match for any vehicle

in a three-block radius
of the construction site.

Unbelievable.

Apparently, just a couple
of law-abiding folk.

Well, keep me posted.

Hello, Jim.

Hello.

Hello...

who?

You know, I don't need
your name to arrest you.

I can call you John Doe.

Okay, let's assume for the moment
that you did know the dead lady

laying five feet from
where we found you.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here

and say that you killed her,

and then you tried to
dispose of her body,

but you did something very, very stupid.

Are you with me so far?

Interesting.

Do you have the time, Jim?

Yeah.

'Cause it looks like it's half-past.

You owe me ten bucks.

Make sure this goes in
his personal effects.

Now, I'm gonna suggest
you get a name tag,

put the name "Trixie" on it,'cause that's
what your cell mates will be calling you.

Take him to his cell.

Anybody want anything
from the vending machines?

Come on. It's on me.
Actually, it's on jimbo.

Took this baby off of
captain Brass myself.

Look at me, generating income
my first day in the joint.

Yeah, mom would be so proud.

Not hungry? Soda, maybe? Anybody?

Hi, Max!

Hi, Suzy.

"Hi, Max."

Yeah, I killed my wife
but it was an accident.

You accidently stabbed
her through the heart?

That's right.

Believe me or don't believe me.
I don't care. It's the truth.

Oh, Max.

You got coffee on your shirt.

You're gonna be late again.

Could I please... just get some...

Oh!

Idiot.

- Nice
- God...

Max, I want to believe you, but...

If I wanted to kill her,

do you think I would've
dropped a bowl of jell-o

and stabbed her with a
piece of broken glass?

But if it was an accident,

why didn't you just pick up
the phone and call the police?

Because I killed my granny.

Okay?

It was a long time ago,
and it was an accident.

she stroked out. It wasn't my fault.

They never should've put
the oxygen line there.

They let me off for that,

but I didn't think anyone
would believe me this time.

You were never convicted
of killing your grandmother.

No.

Which is why you don't have a record.

You would've found out
eventually and held it against me.

All right, what about your neighbor?

Mrs. Ivanovna- did you kill
her or was that an accident?

I just wanted to talk to her.

You know, I thought I
could make it be okay.

Mrs. Ivanovna?

Hello.

Hello. What do you want?

Good morning.

I was wondering if I
might borrow some sugar.

I get sugar. You stay.

Sure.

I get sugar.

- Stay!
- Yeah.

- I get.
- Yes.

I get. You stay.

I can't have my coffee without my sugar.

The last thing I wanted
to do was hurt that lady.

Mrs. Ivanovna, it's not what you think!

No, Mrs. Ivanovna,
it's not what you think.

It was an accident.

Oh, God!

Mrs. Ivanovna?

She was dead.

So, you know, I thought...

maybe I'd make it look like a suicide.

It was not...

a good start to the day.

Hi Max.

Don't eat that!

After Suzy went back to her mother,

I...

decided to, you know...

What, to give your
wife- your beloved wife-

a proper burial?

Something like that.

But along the way, I
had a bit of car trouble.

Few hours later, some punk wanders over

and swiped my wallet.

That's my life.

That's who I am.

I'm the guy who buys his daughter
a puppy for her eighth birthday,

and the next day, he backs
out of the driveway and...

No. No.

Don't tell me you ran over the puppy.

No.

I ran over my daughter.

20 years later, she still walks funny.

I'm sorry. It's horrible.

But it's really funny.

It's horrible and it's funny.

Are you okay?

A guy kills two people before breakfast

that he had no intention of killing
when he woke up that morning.

By all accounts, he's led a
meager life, an unnoticed life.

And then all of a sudden, in a flash,

it's over.

And now, for him,

the real suffering begins.

You're tired.

Yeah.

Hey. Guess what.

Mankind has reached a
new evolutionary plateau,

and starting tomorrow, no one
will rape, murder or maim again.

Uh, no.

Too bad.

But we did catch a break on that
disposable cell phone number.

Raymundo Suarez called it as well.

No, he didn't. But
according to the carrier,

additional minutes were recently purchased
with a credit card belonging to Ernie Dell.

Brass is already on it.
They're picking him up.

We've got the miniature killer.

You have e-mail.

I CONFESS TO THE MURDERS OF...

My name is Ernest Edward Dell.

I was born in 1946

in Ames, Iowa.

My life's been hard,
but I don't complain.

I never expected better.

I'm good with my hands.

I make things. I fix things.

I'm a handyman. That's what I am.

A man has a right to
an honest day's pay.

Me, I service the machinery of death

so that people can eat.

If that makes me evil, then so be it.

I'm not the sociable type. I know that.

Spend any amount of time around
people, you get your heart broke.

Treachery, hypocrisy.

Promise of love.

Look into the mouth of a
person, and you'll find lies

wriggling there like maggots
waiting to grow wings.

The world has gone mad.

A man could kill from sunup to sunset,

and still his work would never be done.