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The vic is Ross Neddy. Ex-con.

Spent a couple years in
Jean for domestic assault.

Just got paroled.

Shop foreman says he's only
been working here a few days.

Out of the frying pan into the fire.

He is a crispy critter.

I'd say the point of origin was him.

He should have stayed in prison.

Sloppy shop.

This whole place is a fire hazard.

Okay if I move him out?

Yeah, he's all yours, Super Dave.

There was a lot of gasoline over here.

Which explains this V-pattern.

Accelerant, a second point of origin.

Most likely arson.

Ex-con.

Enemies on the outside...

Two points of origin...

Maybe we're looking at a little payback.

What do you think, Keppler?

I think I'd better
head back to the body.

You know what Grissom
would say here, don't you?

Something ironic, I'm sure.

Looks like somebody
took a staple gun to him.

Those aren't bones.

That's bad luck, isn't it?

PVC pipes are sometimes
used to replace bones

that have been donated for transplants.

So that the body looks
right at open casket?

Right.

They use umbrellas and
broomsticks for that, too?

Not that I've seen.

Wait a minute,

they killed the guy and torched
him. There's no open casket.

What's the point of stuffing the body?

Looks like the long bones are gone...

ditto for the spine...

tendons and cartilage...

most major veins... phew.

They took the heart valves, too.

So somebody murders an ex-con,

then commits arson to make
it look like an accident

just so that they can
harvest his bones and tissues?

That's big business disc
replacement, joint replacement,

bypasses. More demand than supply.

Why leave the kidneys,

the heart and the liver?

They're worth big money, too.

Organ donation is heavily regulated.

Bone and tissue aren't.

C.O.D.?

At this point, indeterminate.

All I can say right now is
based on the level of decomp:

he's been dead at least a week.

You think I'm selling body parts?

Come on, you're wasting your time.

I sell refurbished engines.

I don't know jack about body parts.

No one's looking for
a down-and-out ex-con.

It's less risky than drugs.

I hired Ross to weld metal together.

Even if I killed him not saying I did

but if even if I did,

I'd just burn the body as
is, not re-pipe the guy.

And I definitely
wouldn't burn him at work.

Fire station's a block away.

How do you know Ross?

You meet him in the joint?

I was out before he even went in.

I picked Ross up with a bunch
of other guys looking for work

outside that big
hardware store on Herrick

four days ago.

When was the last time you saw him?

Four days ago. He'd been working nights.

Really?

'Cause the coroner said he's
been dead at least a week.

You calling me a liar?

I'd believe a dead guy over an ex-con.

Living large.

Place this big in MacDonald
Ranch... What's the occupation?

That's, uh, Bill Dorton.

You know, Dorton Homes.

Biggest homebuilder in town.

He built mine.

You'd better throw on some booties.

Margo Dorton, age 39.

Her husband said he
returned from a business trip

and found her like this.

No sign of a forced entry.

My guys are gonna go
talk to the neighbors,

see what they say about
their relationship.

What did he say?

According to him, it was
a honeymoon every day.

Maybe...

she was having a honeymoon
with someone else.

That'll be good motive for the husband.

There's a void here.

Maybe someone was sitting on the couch,

or someone was sitting on the
floor in front of the couch.

But then where's the "someone else"?

I mean, why kill her and not the lover?

Maybe the husband was the
one having the honeymoon...

and the...the wife walks in.

He kills her, tells
his lover to beat it.

I'd buy it.

Unless the husband's alibi checks out.

Airport. I was coming
home from the airport.

It's a business trip.

Caught an early flight

to surprise Margo.

I want your best cops on this.

- I contributed a lot to this community.
- Absolutely.

Let's establish a timeline.

What time did your plane land?

- Around 10:30.
- 10:30.

- And you arrived here at...
- Midnight.

Well, it took you an hour and
a half at that time of night

to get from McKaren to here?

A half an hour waiting
for baggage check,

and half an hour to find my driver,

and a half an hour

to get home.

Okay. All right.

Look at this.

Valet ticket.

Nice purse.

Nice dress.

Maybe safe to say she
went out last night.

Maybe this will tell us where.

Maybe this...

will tell us who.

I'm gonna follow a little lead I got.

Well, I found a circular blood transfer

in the bathroom about
three inches in diameter.

- Champagne bottle.
- Champagne bottle.

Looks like it's been wiped down.

Looks like we found our murder weapon.

So the crispy critter isn't Ross Neddy?

Nope.

Let me get this straight.

The ex-con digs up a corpse,

scoops out a few body parts to sell,

then fills it back up
with PVC and umbrellas,

then torches the body where he works

to make it look like he's the victim?

Cops don't come looking for
you if you're already dead.

If this Lapinsky guy was already dead,

then how come the doc didn't
find traces of embalming fluid?

- He's Jewish.
- So what?

Observant Jews don't believe
in embalming or donating organs.

It's part of their faith.

They think the body should
go out the way it came in.

So, this isn't just about
desecration of the body,

but of the family as well.

I'll get a Court order
for the exhumation.

What you got?

Well, looks like your killer
wigged out on your vic.

Use a polariser.

The pink fiber's modacrylic
with low birefringence.

Most likely made of Elura.

Synthetic hair.

So much for DNA.

And the substance you
found in the toilet...

if it looks like vomit and
smells like vomit, it is.

The champagne glasses
were negative for DNA,

and Mandy found nothing but
smears and partials on them.

And the blood from the champagne
bottle just came back to the vic.

Any good news?

Well, I called the phone
number on the valet stub.

It was a company called Chariot Parking.

They operate the parking lots
at 30 restaurants and nightclubs.

Oh, well, that narrows it down.

Actually, it does.

The ticket on Margo Dorton's key ring

came from a batch at
the Over-Under Cabaret.

Excuse me, have you seen this man?

- No.
- Thank you.

All right, guys, this is enough.

Get ready for tonight's panty auction!

Hello. Have you seen this man?

No.

All right, for our first pair,

starting at the low price of $50,

Cotton Candy!

Doesn't accept checks,
just cold, hard cash.

Check out the pink wig.

Miss!

Come on, come on.

Why you got to take the wig?

Wig's part of my act.

Y'all are straight
stealing from me right now!

Hello!

I'm crying for you.

Synthetic.

Same color and texture as the
one that we collected off the vic.

Whoa, wh... Hey, hey, hey!
Look, look, look, look, look.

Look, we didn't even have sex, okay?

It was all touchy feely.

Jerky treats.

What are you talking about?

The guy I took into V.I.P.
right before panty auction.

Look, man, all we did was touch.

Why do you think you're being arrested?

Solicitation, right?

No, actually.

We found this hair on
this woman's dead body.

Margo?

She's dead?

And you think I killed her?

With or without the help of her husband.

No, no, no.

Look, man, I never seen
dude in that picture.

And Margo, yeah, I'll admit, I
slapped the ho around last night,

but I didn't kill her.

You slapped her around?

She's always hanging out with my fiancé.

I couldn't take it anymore, so... yeah.

Bitch!

Get off of me!

No!

Why would Margo Dorton be
hanging out here with your fiancé?

He works upstairs.

Upstairs?

Look, honey, they don't call this
the Over-Under for nothing, all right?

What's your fiancé's name?

Jesse.

Take her downtown. We're going upstairs.

Are you serious? I didn't do anything

Come on, man.

Is this a restaurant?

If it is, I'm scared of the menu.

The bus boy looks likes he's in
charge of stocking the champagne.

I'm gonna have a word with him.

Okay.

Would you like a Meet Book

or do you have a steady host?

Uh, actually, it's my first time.

What exactly goes on here?

This is a host club,

a place where men entertain women.

It's the first of its kind in Las Vegas.

They started in Japan.

Take your pick.

Hosts get paid by the bottle.

There's a two bottle minimum.

Bottles range from $50 to $5,000.

What's a $5,000 bottle
of champagne taste like?

We only sell one brand of champagne.

It's the host attached to the
bottle that determines price.

Everything is legal in Clark County.

Miss, we don't sell sex here.

What do you sell?

A relationship.

Isn't that what most women want?

I don't know.

But I know what I want.

I want Jesse.

Who doesn't?

Let me see if he's avail.

Never seen the old guy
before, but the lady, a bunch.

Last night, she got blasted on by
one of the strippers downstairs.

Really?

Are they doing what
I think they're doing?

Hosts get paid by the bottle.

So they drink more than
their stomachs can handle.

Always see blood in those toilets.

Ah, just off work, huh?

Just on, actually.

Sara Sidle,

Crime Lab.

What can I do for you?

Do you know this woman?

Lady Dorton.

Yeah, she's one of my relationships.

Could I ask you a few
questions about her?

Okay.

I don't like to talk about
my relationships out here.

Let's take it some place a
little more intimate, yeah?

Okay.

The coffin had only been in
the ground for about a week.

Dirt and sod were pretty loose,

so it was relatively easy
to take out and put back in.

You guys sure do a lot
of exhumations here.

As many as we have to.

Nobody home.

No surprise.

Look at this.

Lapinsky may have been
burned in this shirt,

but I doubt he was buried in it.

Dead men don't wear plaid.

Wait a minute.

Is this blood?

Dead men don't bleed.

How did you meet Margo?

She picked me from the Meet Book.

And then what?

She wanted what most women want.

What's that? No, thank you.

The dream.

And that's you.

50 G's I make a month says I am.

Who doesn't want to be
swept off their feet?

I am not sure it's something
that I would pay for.

Yeah, but you don't want to spend
your whole life waiting for it either.

Right here, right now,

a woman can have a
relationship with a man

who only wants to please her,

who can make her laugh,

wipe away her tears,

give her the confidence to be herself.

And how many of these
relationships do you have?

I can handle about 25 at a time.

Is a woman named Cotton
Candy one of them?

Yeah. She's been financially
worshipping me for a while.

Now, she says that she is your fiancée.

That's good.

Means I'm doing my job.

She told me that she
and Margo had a scuffle.

Yeah...

My relationships do
get jealous sometimes,

especially when one has
more money than the other

and can monopolize my time.

Is that why you're here,
because of that little catfight?

No.

Margo Dorton was...

bludgeoned to death with
a bottle of champagne.

Margo was... killed?

Yeah.

And you think Cotton Candy killed Margo?

What do you think?

I wouldn't know.

Would you know if Margo took
you home the other night?

I don't see my relationships
outside of here.

If it does happen, it marks
the end of the relationship.

I mean, by having sex with
me, a woman's reached her goal.

There's nothing more I can give her.

Did Margo's husband know about you?

She told me she was divorced.

Well, Jesse...

I'm, uh, sorry for your loss.

I ran the blood from
the coffin through CODIS,

and I got a hit, but
it's not Ross Neddy.

So he's got a partner.

Well, DNA matches a Heidi Sultz,

who did time for domestic assault

and is currently out on parole.

That's funny.

Ross Neddy did time for
domestic assault, too.

Maybe they're sparring partners.

This is Heidi's last known.

According to her P.O., she's
been trying to straighten out.

She's detoxed, got a job.

She's dumped Ross Neddy.

She may be taking the right steps,

but she definitely hasn't cleaned up.

Las Vegas P.D.

Heidi Sultz?

What's going on?

You're under arrest.

Why?

Where's Ross?

I haven't seen that dog in weeks.

Anyone else living here with you?

Yeah, my baby and my
new boyfriend Charlie.

Where are they?

Out back, hanging out.

Put her in the car.

Ross.

Wake up, sugar.

Hey, baby.

My name's Charlie, Charlie Keefer.

Get on the wall.

I got I.D. It's in my jeans.

Where'd you get this, the dollar store?

Have a seat, Ross.

This is your third strike, pal.

Right now you're looking
at a minimum of 25 years.

You want to talk to us?

We can make sure it
doesn't get any worse.

What do you say?

Daddy will be right there, sweetheart.

It's ten more for falsifying an ID.

Fifteen for grave robbing.

Arson, that's another ten.

Desecrating a corpse, ten; another
20 for trafficking body parts.

Body parts? No way.

I thought those cuts were
from, like, an autopsy.

So you admit to digging
up Roger Lapinsky?

I've been out two months

and the best job I can
get is five bucks an hour

welding engine parts together.

They wouldn't even let me flip burgers.

Heidi just had the baby.

It wasn't like it was gonna hurt anyone.

We dug up someone my age,

took him to work,

made him look like me.

And then we torched it.

All I was looking for was a fresh start.

Best way to make it
happen was to kill myself.

You should start with
the 5 bucks an hour.

Whoever did this was pretty angry.

Let me guess, multiple BFT?

You got it.

Fractured skull, broken
nose, cheek bones.

Take a look.

Defensive wounds consistent
with a cylindrical object.

Warrick found a bloody
champagne bottle at the scene.

That'll do the trick.

But the death blow
came in the neck area.

Impacted her Adam's
apple with so much force,

it sent a reflex arch
to the vagus nerve,

causing a stimulus to the heart.

Bradycardia set in,

causing the heart to slow,
and eventually to stop.

So where'd you go after
the fight with Margo?

Back to the pole.

You're a real workaholic, huh?

Look, man, the more I work,

the more I can be with Jesse.

I know how hard it is to

wiggle your ass all night.

Now, why would you want to spend

all your hard-earned money on a guy

whose job it is to be with
you and 24 other women?

He doesn't care about them.

Now you know this is
not a real relationship.

It's a business transaction.

He's doing the same kind of thing

that you are doing on
the pole for the guys.

Those guys, they can't
see past this, okay?

I am more than a piece of meat to Jesse.

He-he-he
doesn't judge me.

All right? He doesn't blow me off.

He makes me smile, you know?

He heals me, he heals me when I'm down.

He makes me

feel like I am Mrs. Steve Wynn.

Now we're going to
get married, real soon.

Can you show me some verifiable proof

of where you were the
night Margo was murdered?

I was in V.I.P.

with this pit boss, Joe
Brodsky. He works at the Olympia.

But he's married and
he'll probably deny it.

But I can prove it to you if
you give me my wallet right now.

Sure. Okay, go ahead.

There it is.

Right there.

He paid me with those.

Brand-new, straight from the bank.

And what would you like
us to do with those?

You're a CSI.

You can take a print off
of there, easy... duh.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Just looking.

What do you think?

Meticulous.

Obsessive.

Clearly knows his way
around a modeling kit.

Grissom didn't make those.

No?

Fits the profile.

Bugs in bottles, the Darwin desk set.

He's a bit of a collector
of certain things.

Yeah, I knew a guy in Philly like that.

Kept a case of thumbs in his closet.

Friend of yours?

No.

A serial killer.

Do you miss it?

What?

Philly.

No.

Hey, thought you had a deposition.

Oh, it got postponed.

So I did a little follow-up

on tissue procurement
companies in the area.

Turns out there's only two in the state.

One is out in Summerlin.

It's called Longevity Tissue Services.

Check this out.

That's the same logo
you found on the umbrella

that was in Lapinsky's leg.

Yeah. It's the Chinese
character for "long life".

So, what can Longevity
do for the L.V. Police?

We need to know if your
company received tissue or bone

from a Roger Lapinsky.

What's the problem?

There might not be one.

All right.

Well, I'd be happy to check.

Will you excuse me, sweetie?

Yep; There he is.

Roger Lapinsky, 37 years old, died of

cardiac arrest.

It's tragic.

We're going to need
a copy of his records,

and we're going to need
to confiscate his parts.

And if you don't tell
me what's going on,

you're going to need a warrant.

This is a criminal investigation.

Those parts are evidence now.

You know, I was always
under the impression

that the body parts were to
be removed at the hospital.

Major organs have to be
removed at the hospital

and then transplanted into the new
patients within four to six hours,

but bone and tissue can
be removed at any point

and stored for up to five years.

Who gives you access to those parts?

I always have signed
consent from next of kin.

And?

Most funeral homes have
tissue recovery coordinators.

They choose who the parts go to.

If you have a good reputation,

you have a better chance
of getting the parts.

I help the dead help the living.

According to your records,

Roger Lapinsky's body parts came
from the Silver Hills Mortuary.

If that's what it says.

Hey.

So you heard Cotton
Candy's alibi checked out?

Yeah.

And Brass talked to Mr.
Dorton's limo driver.

Confirms his story, he got home

way past T.O.D.

I don't get it, Warrick.

The vic is in a good marriage,

and she's spending thousands
on a "fake" boyfriend

that she's not even having sex with.

It doesn't make any sense.

Like this void on the sofa for instance.

It suggests the presence
of a third person,

but we don't have any
evidence to back that up.

Maybe it's not a person.

Maybe it's a thing.

Rectangular, roughly,
what, 11 by 14 inches?

It was obviously important
enough that the killer took it.

What if he didn't take it?

Whose baby is this?

Margo's.

I remember, Bill,

you telling me that
you didn't have kids.

We don't... or I don't.

She gave him up right after we met.

She was 17.

And I didn't want any kids.

Who'd Margo give the baby to?

The biological father,
but he was a drunk.

Last we heard, the kid ran away.

She was looking at these
photos when she was killed.

Yeah. She started taking them
out ever since she hit menopause.

Wasn't she a little young for menopause?

They call it premature menopause

and she was having a tough time with it.

The mood swings, the "brain fog,"

the emotional detachment.

The finality of not
having any more children.

Bill...

did you know that Margo was frequenting

a so-called host club,

and paying money to a male escort?

No. She was paying for sex?

She was paying...

for companionship.

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I'm looking for Salvatore Heinz.

You got him.

Mike Keppler, Las Vegas Crime Lab.

Sorry if I don't shake.

I, uh, hope you don't mind
if I keep working here,

I'm kind of on a deadline.

That's mortuary humor.

I'm sure it never gets old.

We're following up on a
body that came through here.

Roger Lapinsky.

You know, he does look familiar.

I believe he's spending his eternal rest

at Horizon Meadows Cemetery.

Not anymore. Someone dug him up.

Aw, geez.

You know, sometimes I wonder what the
heck is going on with the world these days.

His major bones, veins and
tendons were all stolen.

Recovered! Not stolen.

I'm a certified tissue
recovery coordinator.

Oh, yeah?

That where you learned how to
stuff the bodies with umbrellas?

That was a one-time thing.

I ran out of PVC pipe, and, uh...

so I improvised.

Understandable.

Look, it was a closed
casket service, and uh...

I have a signed consent form.

Where? If you don't mind, I'd
like to take a look at that.

Sure.

Anything for LVPD.

I take it you do a
lot a work with, uh...

Longevity Tissue Services?

Some.

Those are just promotional items.

Handy in a pinch, huh?

Lapinsky, Roger.

It's all yours.

- I got copies.
- Thanks.

C.O.D., cardiac arrest.

Everything seems to be in order here.

Like I said.

Thanks for your time.

Keppler.

Robbins here.

Want a C.O.D. on your Frankenstein?

Beat you to it: cardiac arrest.

Not according to histology.

Roger Lapinsky died of leukemia.

- You want to repeat that, Doc?
- Sure.

Roger Lapinksy died of leukemia.

Thanks.

If you don't mind, I'll, uh...

stay around until the warrant comes.

I got a copy of the...

Roger Lapinsky's death
certificate from Carson City.

This is the one we
got from the mortician,

that old nut job,
see? Changed the C.O.D.

It turns out, Ty Miloni...

is a bit of a hustler as well.

Those umbrellas were a promotional gift

for a vitamin telemarketing company

he ran a few years back.

This guy isn't even a doctor.

He did drop out of chiropractic school.

You're telling me that any Tom, Dick,

or Harry with a sign can
open up a tissue bank?

Well, if you're FDA registered, yeah.

How do you get FDA registered?

You just fill out a form.

In the last three years,

37 of the bone and tissue donors

were from Silver Hills mortuary

that went to this Longevity clinic.

C.O.D in 23 of those
cases was cardiac arrest.

And most of those decedents
were in their 30s and 40s.

That's a lot of young heart attacks.

We're going to through all these C.O.D's

and match them up against the
official death certificates.

And do more exhumations.

The only thing I'm wondering

is the mortician hustling
the tissue bank guy

or they're working together.

Dr. Stewart, Dr. Klein,

Dr. Combs, Dr. Jones.

That's not my handwriting.

Well that's the point of
forgery, isn't it, Mr. Heinz?

A man dies of leukemia,

and his body comes into your
mortuary, and you decide to...

sell his spare parts
for a few extra bucks.

Only problem is, nobody wants to
buy diseased body parts, so you

make a new death certificate,
change the C.O.D.,

sign off with a legit
doctor's signature,

and cash a check from Ty Miloni.

I'm so disappointed with Mr. Heinz.

He always seemed so honest.

Have you ever followed
up on any of the patients

who received parts from
the Silver Hills Mortuary?

No. That's the hospital's job.

But as far as I know, none of the
recipients have ever complained.

Maybe that's 'cause
they're not around anymore.

We followed up on several patients

who received Silver
Hills bone and tissue

from your clinic and now
seven of them are dead.

Three from hepatitis, three from
cancer, and one AIDS-related.

The same thing ironically
killed the donors.

One of those victims
was a 15-year-old healthy

high school soccer player.

You gave him a contaminated kneecap.

Oh, my God.

He came to me!

You harvested diseased body parts

and sold them under false pretenses.

He told me what to do.

He... he said it was safe!

But you didn't have to
do it, did you, Mr. Heinz?

You took money, and people died.

Now, whether or not we got him

we got you.

You've got nothing on me.

I don't care what that...

little body snatcher tells you.

The families are going to sue you

and your company into bankruptcy.

They can try.

That is what signed
release forms are for.

You're reopening a very
nasty, old wound for them, now.

I didn't do anything.

Because of you...

they're going to have
to rebury their mother,

their father, their son, their daughter.

Ty...

let me tell you something.

I'm gonna come down to that clinic

and I'm going to go through
it piece by piece by piece.

And if something doesn't
jibe, I can assure you...

sir, I will find it.

Well, that is your job, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

And you'll have my full cooperation.

I did a little background
on Jesse, the host.

He was in and out of 11
different foster homes.

Brass accessed his juvie records.

He had multiple arrests for
prostitution, and drug possession.

Kid had a hard life

if he had to take it to
the streets to make a buck.

We still need his DNA,
and if he did kill Margo,

he's not just gonna give it up.

What about the vomit that we found
in the toilet at the crime scene?

What about it?

Well, the hosts drink a
lot and throw up a lot.

Busboy says he always
finds blood in the toilets.

Jesse's a host, chances are
he's throwing up blood, too.

Jesse, we found your DNA

in Margo Dorton's toilet.

I thought that you
said that you didn't see

your relationships outside of the club.

Unless, of course, the
relationship is ending.

Oh yeah, that's a cold word for it

for murder.

I didn't kill her, all right?

I ended the relationship and I bounced.

Champagne got me sick.

No, I don't think it
was the champagne, Jesse.

I think it was Margo.

She was coming to see you
for a couple of months,

spending a lot of money.

You were running your pro-game,
you know, doing the host thing.

Holding her hand,
touching, consoling her.

Laying on the old Jesse magic.

But then she laid some pretty
heavy information on you.

I want you to come home with me.

So you want to end the relationship?

I guess you thought, you know...

here's Margo, this cougar...

wants to take me back to the love pit,

end the relationship.

Sexy time.

But it didn't turn out that way, did it?

Jesse, I...

Jesse, no.

Look, um...

I have something I need to show you.

Okay?

This is you.

I'm your mother, Jesse.

I've waited my entire
life to tell you this.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

No!

You look a little pale, Jesse.

Are you getting this?

She lied to me.

Said she hired some...

private investigator to find me.

Said she'd been...

building up the nerve

to tell me the truth.

Said she had a lot to make up for.

And that, uh...

I could have her car.

And that I didn't have to work anymore.

You thought those were lies?

Yeah, lies to get closer to me.

All my clients have their tactics.

But hers was...

insane.

She wasn't lying to you, Jesse.

You have 13 alleles in common.

You killed your mother.

Then take me to jail.

You know, call me a killer...

a murderer, whatever,

but don't tell me I have a mother...

because I don't.

I never did.

And I never will.

Hey.

Need some help?

Aren't you off shift?

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

Yeah! Thanks.

I'll be back in a minute.

Keppler?