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Ecklie's been on me

to finish the monthly stats,

so I need a list of
all the Lab call-outs

Dtc as you can.

llavy e end of shift tomorrow.

Thanks.

So, you've been pulling a
lot of doubles this week.

Yeah, it's about all I do.

Have you been in touch with Sara?

We've talked a little.

So where's she at?

San Francisco. Visiting her mother.

No, I mean
- that's nice.

No, but I meant where's
she at emotionally?

You know, with respect
to the two of you.

I can't speak for her.

So speak for yourself.

I can't talk, I'm really busy.

So Archie's in the Garage,

he's documenting
evidence from a drug bust,

he picks up a thing of coke,

and then it blows up in his face?

No. He picks up a cellophane

and duct-tape-wrapped
kilo of coke,

and the third one from
the top of the stack

blows up in his face. Oh.

It's important to be specific.

Okay, well,

this game is not as
much fun as I thought

it was going to be
- It's not a game,

it's a thought experiment.

If you want to be a good criminalist-

I am a good criminalist.

If you want to be a better criminalist,

then you have to learn to train to
- Learn

to think like a criminal. I know.

Look, I'm sure Grissom's told you...

well, maybe not you, but
he's told me many times:

that we speak for the dead.

Think of this exercise as a way

for the dead to speak for themselves.

But that's not actually what this is-

It's a chance for you to be a CSI.

The only thing you need to do
is answer two simple questions.

Who d unit and how?

After HazMat cleans up the scene...

the coroner does his thing...

No sign of sexual trauma.

What?

I believe he's legally
required to check.

What the CSIs realize is

I can't believe Archie's gone.

He was too good for this world.

What?

They would be very upset.

Can we at least stipulate

that they heroically
contain their bereavement?

Yes, I suppose Archie
could live with that.

So to speak.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

What the CSIs realize is...

It's gotta be the dealer.

Yeah, he booby-trapped the stash

so if the cops got the drugs...

Then they would get the boom

along with it? Right?

Am I right? G you're wrong.

Just let me finish the setup,

okay? Sorry.

What the CSIs finally realize is...

They sorted everything
already? That was quick.

Can you just let me finish!

According to this, 20
bricks of coke were logged

into evidence just past midnight.

The explosion occurred
about a half an hour later.

But there are 21 wrappers here.

And since no one entered

or exited the Lab
during that time frame,

it means the explosive was planted

in the suitcase here.

Which means...

The killer is someone in the Lab.

Well, if the killer is
someone who works in the Lab,

then he could just
tamper with the evidence.

Which means that there's
really no way for me

to solve this thing,
this a trick question.

No, no, no, that's not what I want...

My shoelace is untied.

Excuse me. Okay.

Okay, um...

wouldn't, how about this.

Since it would be pretty risky

for the killer

to tamper with evidence
during a full-on

investigation in the Lab... Mm-hmm.

let's just say,

for the purposes of this exercise,

that can't happen.

Okay.

Now what?

That's up to you.

You have the setup.

You run the investigation from here.

Simple Q & A. You ask, I answer.

Truthfully?

Absolutely.

No lying
- call that a rule.

Well, what if I get close
to actually figuring it out,

you're not just gonna change who
did it or something like that?

No revisionism
- also a rule.

For something that's not a game

it sure does have a lot of rules.

You want to do this or not?

All right.

Okay.

I guess the first thing that I would do

would be to examine the
actual bomb mechanism

to see if there's any clue
as to who might have built it.

Good idea.

Because there are a lot of clues.

Chemicals have been
sent to Trace for I.D.,

but the bomb appears to
be a binary explosive.

Killer hides the loaded
brick amongst the others...

A little pressure arms it...

Liquid "A" in ampoule mixes solid "B",

creating an unstable
chemical explosive...

all you need to do is move it.

Ooh, I have an idea.

What?

What about the blasting cap?

Ah, well, what do you know?

The leg wires are color coded.

Good, 'cause the color

coding is manufacturer specific.

So now we can track down the source.

Indeed we could.

Hey, people. What's going on?

Nothing.

You look... better.

Let's say you learn

that LVPD recently seized one dozen

commercial grade blasting caps

in an arson-explosives raid,

and that the Lab was
processing the case evidence.

Well, then, I know exactly
where I'd go next...

'Course I know where
those blasting caps are.

They're right in here.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not so fast, cowboy.

Give me those keys.

Looks like

you're one blasting cap shy, Bob.

That's not possible.

Wait...

Y'all don't think I had something

to do with...

Are there any prints on the lock?

Excuse me, we're-

Playing a murder game.

I know, I get it.

I wanna play.

He says it's not a game.

Well, I wanna play anyway.

No. Why not?

You're the dead guy.

Oh.

Well, then I'd have a vested interest

in the outcome then, wouldn't I?

Oh, come on, I'll fill him in

as we go along.

Fine.

Yup. So.

Are there any prints on the lock?

No, no prints.

Just metal shavings.

Looks like this lock's been slipped.

So somebody stole
thblolting cap from Ballists

to make it look like Bobby did it.

Nefarious, don't you think?

What about the chemicals that were used

to make the explosive?

Did we get anything back from Trace?

T1 You always get something from Trace.

The explosive was liquid nitro-acetate

and solid ammonium nitrate
packed in baking soda.

To blend in with the rest
of the cocaine bricks.

Cute.

Explosive liquids are
generally pretty volatile.

Did you ask Hodges

if nitro-acetate has any
special storage requirements?

It needs to be refrigerated.

Yeah, he said it needed
to be refrigerated.

NEll, there's only so many
refrigerators in the Lab.

Maybe "where" can get us to "who".

I. What are you guys looking for?

I'm sorry, we can't
tell you that, Henry.

Nitrogen

tetra-hydride...

Sodium nitrate.

Wait, what happens

when you mix those two compounds?

They produce nitro-acetate.

That's a high explosive binary, Henry.

Really?

I didn't know that.

Look, just 'cause I have those compounds

in my fridge doesn't mean

I used them to make nitro-acetate.

You can't prove that.

Baking soda was used to
conceal the explosive, smartass.

It's also used to absorb odors.

Nice smell is a priority of my life.

I think the baking soda was used

to absorb a lot more than odors, Henr

Okay, I confess, I did it!

Henry?

Why would Henry kill me?

We're not supposed
to care about the why.

Whatever.

Hey, fellas. Hey.

Thanks for giving me justice at least.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Man, I don't know if I'm more tired

or hungry right now.

You wanna get something to eat? Yeah.

Actually, I felt like a little Pai Gow

or some Blackjack.

Let's hit the Strip.

After the shift we just pulled? Yeah.

I just drank one of those energy drinks.

I probably w't sleep
for another couple hours.

I don't think so, man.

Maybe another time, huh?

All right.

I'll catch ya later.

All right, Grissom G

That's it for me. I'm out of here.

Yeah, I'm going over to Frank's

to grab something to eat.

I'll probably be there
for at least an hour

if you want to... if
you want to join me.

You know, we don't have to talk
about anything in particular.

Just two guys having breakfast.

I just don't think it's good for people

to be alone too much.

If you want to, cool. If not, cool.

Whatever.

Hi.

Rack 'em up.

Excuse me?

Well, word on campus is,
there's a murder game going on.

Oh, no, no, no, it's not a game.

It's a thought experiment.

Sounds like the late Archie Johnson

has a big mouth.

Come on, please, it's been
really slow at Prints all day.

Who we killin'?

Henry, I need the tox
on that lady, um...

Henry!

No sign of sexual trauma.

Thank God for small favors.

You know, David, our job is never easy,

but this is a colleague.

If your emotions are too raw

and you feel you need
to excuse yourself...

Look.

He's crunchy.

Um...

Frozen sweat stains. Yuck.

He was trapped in a small space
at minus ten degrees centigrade.

So it's fair to assume
he was exerting himself

in a state of mind-numbing terror.

How long do you think
he was stuck in there?

Well, several hours at least.

Time of exposure in extreme cold

is difficult to gauge physiologically.

Why don't you let me
know when he softens up

and we'll start cutting.

So we're just going to
wait for him to thaw?

What do you want me to do,
stick him in a microwave?

Ooh...

Hot... hot, hot, hot.

So, then, okay, Henry froze to death.

Well, maybe not.

Because if the autopsy
hasn't been performed yet,

then we can't be sure that's COD.

Well played, Simms.

So it takes a few turns

for the autopsy results
to get back. Turns?

Hours. A few hours.

So, while you're waiting
for the autopsy results,

what do you do in the meantime?

Well, the CSIs would
process the freezer.

Did they find anything?

A virtual cornucopia.

The condition of the
interior could be the result

of a struggle,

or the simple, understandable panic

of a man trapped inside a freezer.

In any event, the
emergency release handle

appears to have been bent
and rendered inoperative,

and several chemical
containers broken in the process

possibly releasing chloroform

and methyl ethyl ketone into the space.

I'm sending samples to Trace to confirm.

Trace.

Is there anything you can't do?

Hodges.

Sorry.

This could be a case of
lab geek humor gone wrong.

Hello!

Hello?! It's not funny!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, help!

Help me!

Please help!

So the merry prankster comes back later,

sees the joke gone bad,

then he just yanks the pin and scrams.

You said that the emergency
release plunger was bent.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that thing is made of solid steel.

How could Henry do that?

Adrenaline kicks in

when he finally
realizes that he's dying.

So, maybe in the moment of crisis,

Henry has the strength of ten men.

Ten small men.

"Maybe."

That word always looks
so good on a case report.

Was there any evidence on the handle

on the outside of the freezer?

Just a schmear.

Sugar, soy protein,

partially hydrogenated vegetable oils,

roasted nuts.

Peanut butter?

Well, killer's got to eat, too.

So, CSIs would check every trash can

and every bio hazard disposal
unit in the whole Lab.

Yes, the would, and they would find...

What, no jelly?

We found the peanut butter
from inside your glove.

It matches the stuff we found
on the freezer door handle.

Chunky, right?

I didn't kill Henry.

Well, not on purpose.

No, not even by accident.

I only had a couple
of minutes for lunch,

and I had a bu

that needed to be stored.

And I store them in the freezer.

You seem very tense.

You know, I don't really
like being persecuted.

Yeah.

Get used to it, punk.

No, I don't know about that.

What? Well, Bobby's a gun guy.

Gun guys shoot people.

Gun guys don't shoot people.

People shoot people.

Actually, bullets shoot
people, shot from guns

which are usually in
the hands of gun guys.

Can we get the autopsy results?

Well, I guess Henry's had
enough time to defrost.

COD was not, in fact,
due to hypothermia.

Ooh, wait, no, I can guess
what they found in Tox.

It was chloroform.

Nope.

Methyl ethyl ether?

PCP.

What?

Massive, overdose amounts of PCP.

Commonly known as
phencyclidine, or angel dust.

PCP blocks the brain's NMDA receptors,

hypothalamus goes nuts,
resulting in anxiety,

confusion, and fever-like overheating.

So Henry goes into the
cooler to cool off...

And with the PCP stimulating
his adrenal glands,

he has the strength
of the Incredible Hulk.

A duster?

You made me a lousy duster?

That is totally bogus.

Aside om the 10,000

other reasons why I'd be crazy

to even try that junk, if
I were a closet PCP freak,

I wouldn't do it in the Lab.

That's very professional.

Archie told me about your sick

little thought experimenxp
and I want to play.

But I still can't believe,
even hypothetically,

you'd do something like this to me.

Well, Henry, I hypothetically
called your mother

and I explained everything.

That woman is a crier.

Your autopsy didn't mention

powder in his nasal passages

or PCP damage in his lungs.

That's because it wasn't there.

So Henry didn't inhale it,
or smoke it, or snort it?

No, he didn't.

Then how did the PCP get into my system?

You tell me.

Oh!

Crusty pits.

Sweat stains.

You said that Henry's lab
coat had big sweat stains

on the collar and on the armpits.

So that's it
- somebody dosed the coat.

Lab coat tests positive for PCP.

Combined with body heat and sweat,

the dr must'

Like a nicotine patch from hell.

Well, Henry would've died of
an overdose no matter what.

So, all the trapping him in the freezer

with the chemicals spilling,

that was all completely incidental.

It was the logical outcome
of the initial crime.

And it's quite funny.

Hey.

Well, we're not done yet.

Who did the deed?

Well, taking lab coats

off the premises is against regulations.

So the PCP would've had to
have been applied in the Lab,

right under our noses.

And that stuff reeks.

I have to crank my fume hood up full

whenever I work with it, I
still go home with a headache.

Fume hoods. There's
fume hoods in the Garage,

and DNA and Trace.

So we would have to test
all the sinks for PCP.

Excellent.

That's a good approach.

It's well considered thourogh and toughtfull

But you would find nothing.

Really?

Yeah, there's no trace
of PCP in any of sinks.

Squeaky clean.

Damn it.

Oh! Wait.

I got it, check the plant.

You got it.

The killer cleaned up,
but he left one witness.

Wendy.

Me?

Oh, drat.

Well, it's not a slow
day for me after all.

Ecklie wants me to pick
up the backlog from Swing.

Somebody please tell me who dies next.

And how. Thank you.

So...

You got time for one more?

Well, someone's having fun.

Maybe a little.

You're not bad at this.

Thanks.

I've been thinking about
taking the CSI field test.

This is actually really good
theory and practice for me.

The fi

Yeah.

What?

Why?

Nothing.

Nothing?

That's right.

A great big pile of nothing.

From me, to you.

Oh, hey.

How are you?

Why?

I can't ask how you're doing?

I'm sorry.

I've just had a lot of, uh...

I've been busy.

Oh.

Well, maybe you should
take a few days off,

for once in your career.

I mean, you've got enough stored up.

Go after her.

It's not what she wants.

What do you want?

I want her to be happy.

Field Agent Simms.

Stop it.

Hey, I think it's got a
nice ring to it. Thank you.

Here she comes, flashing her badge,

taking down perps.

Why is even potential advancement

so threatening to you?

Hey, S ders left the lab,
he got his ass kicked.

I'm just saying.

All right, come on,
let's do another one.

Okay. Fine.

Let's.

Well, now, that's a
little passive-aggressive,

No kidding.

It appears as though

the vic struck the edge of the table.

The evidence on the floor is...

well, evidence.

Brown paper bindle must
have opened when it fell.

Looks like the contents
of a woman's purse.

here's the vic other shoe.

Square toe, low heel,
stylish but affordable.

Flirty, not whory.

You will be missed.

There's an oily residue on the sole.

The evidence appears to lead
to an inescapable conclusion.

This tragedy might have
just simply been the result

of an accident in the workplace.

I fell off a ladder?

Well, you are kind of little clumsy.

Since when?

It's endearing.

Are you satisfied

with the explanation?

Uh, no.

What about the oily
residue on the ladder?

There are bristles in the oil,

which means that somebody brushed it on.

What exactly is the oily stuff?

Well, thank God...

...for trace analysis.

Hmm.

Hodges, who is a genius
and tragically underpaid,

used the powers of his brilliant mind

and the scientific method

to discover that the
oil that was brushed

on the ladder was a
Teflon-based two-part oil.

A gun lubricant.

So?

So you're the gun guy, Bobby.

Yeah, which is exactly why

I would never use
Teflon-based two-part oil.

Real gun guys hate that stuff.

If it separates in the can,
it separates in the gun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa. You are tense.

So, where do you think you're going?

Back to work.

This is ridiculous. Oh.

Sit down.

No, no. Captain Brass
is not the kind of cop

who smacks a suspect around.

Really? Scares me.

Oh, well, look who's the clumsy one now.

Excuse me.

Okay, so we don't have nearly
enough to hold Bobby, right?

No.

All right.

Who's up for an autopsy?

The carotid-jugular
complex was transected,

and based on the placement
and size of the wound,

I'd say she had at...

Hey, it's a neck wound.

Based on the placement

and size of the neck wound,

she was conscious 30 to 60 seconds

before blood loss was fatal.

That's a long time.

No one reported her screaming
or calling out for help.

We have to get back to the case file.

There was no blood on
her hands at the scene.

Unless she was unconscious,

she would have at least
tried to stop the bleeding.

Well, there was no blow to the head.

Do you think it's possible

she was dead before she hit the table?

You mean like a cardiac event?

I can't rule that out,

but a healthy, 36-year-old
having a heart attack?

35 in October, thank you very much.

She has a oval, perimortem
burn on her wrist.

Wait a second. That's familiar.

Singed right off

her barely
35-year-old wrist.

That bracelet wasn't old evidence.

I was wearing it.

Correct.

So, what melts silver

and stops your heart at the same time?

A bolt of lightning.

In the lab

Electrocution.

From what?

Something in the Evidence Locker.

There was a motorcycle battery
in the ventilation duct?

Wired to the ladder
and the evidence box?

Precisely.

Devilishly clever, wouldn't you say?

No.

Well, who's the killer, Wile E. Coyote?

What do you mean? It's ridiculous!

Anyone could have walked in there.

So, what, the victim's just random?

Uh, no.

How'd the killer get me up
there in the first place?

What did he do, pass
me in the hall and say,

"Hey, Wendy, go climb up that ladder

"and check out the case evidence

you had absolutely nothing to do with?"

Not in those words
exactly, but, uh, yeah.

That's completely unverifiable.

This is so lame.

Scenario requires further revision.

Okay, what is that?

Nothing.

Is that a tape recorder?

You are so paranoid.

This thought experiment

has now concluded. Thank you.

Why were you recording us?

I wasn't recoding you.

Why would I record you?
That makes no sense.

"Lab Rats."

"The Game of Science and Murder."

It's a prototype.

"Two to four players,

ages eight and up."

You're making a board game?

Well, it's not just a board game.

Gets people to think.

Why were you recording us?

I needed your help to
flesh out scenarios,

and I figured that
if I hid the recorder,

your answers would be candid and honest.

Look, see.

It's like Clue,

only CSI-ier.

Hodges, this is, uh...

This is kind of impressive.

In a painfully sad,

geek type of way.

Well, painfully sad geeks

have a lot of spare time on their hands

and loads of disposable income.

Lab Rats could be a gold mine.

Oh!

Little Lab Techs.

Mm-hmm.

"Sandy Baxter, fingerprint fanatic."

"Reggie Chang,

eagled-eyed A/V expert."

"Andrew Henries, top-notch tox tech."

"Hodgkins."

Hodgkins.

Mm-hmm.

You named yourself after cancer.

Oh!

"Mindy Bimms,

"the clumsy

yet buxom DNA tech."

Clumsy yet buxom?

It's a redeeming feature.

It's-It's a prototype.

So, tell me, do you think

that Mindy Bimms is clumsy
because she's top-heavy?

Or do you just mean clumsy

like this?

Okay, are you... are you allergic

to being honest with me?

'Cause the thing is, if
you had actually asked me

to help you with this game,

I would have.

But, no, you had to hide a
tape recorder under a table

and engage us all in this great big

thought experiment!

When in reality, it doesn'
even matter, apparently,

what I think because
I'm just Mindy Big Boobs

to you, and I...

You are the dumbest smart guy I know.

You think I'm smart?

Night, Greg.

Yeah, whatever.

HODGES Oh, Hodges, I'm so sorry.

It's just that I'm
jealous of your intellect.

But Wendy, you have so much to live for.

Don't do it. You're
too close to the edge.

Oh, and now I'm drowning! Oh, God!

Oh, God, help me.

Help me.

What are you doing?

Oh, uh...

I was, uh, just trying

to... develop a board game

based on this place,

but not in any legally actionable sense.

You get evidence,

scenarios, analysis.

Try to solve diabolical murders.

I like games.

Really?

Yeah.

Okay. Let's play.

What makes it hard to catch a killer?

Is it the sheer destructive power

of the murder itself

that obliterates evidence
as it snuffs out life?

Or is it the chain of events
the murder sets into motion

which obscure the true crime?

That was good.

Or is it a mechanism

so complexand diabolical that it

borders on the incredible?

In truth, it is all these things,

and all these things are the same.

Because the only real
way to catch a killer,

is to outsmart him.

And hope that he's not smarter than you.

So you were in front of your computer,

and you take a bullet to the head.

No witnesses.

Nobody heard the shot, and the killer

is somebody in the Lab.

Am I eligible?

In this scenario, no.

Okay.

So during the basic
process of the scene,

what do I find?

A single nine millimeter casing

at the doorway to Trace.

Then my first blush
theory is a walk-by.

I'm going to need the bullet.

Then I'm going to need an autopsy.

Get it out of your system.
No sign of sexual trauma.

Out! Now

All right, trajectory of the shot

was roughly 90 degrees from vertical,

straight through his noble skull.

Bullet didn't exit.

Is it intact?

More or less.

IBIS.

The bullet's nose

is significantly deformed
and the lead base is pitted.

But there are sufficient
striae to get a match

for what little it's worth.

The gun came through the lab

about a week ago in a buyback program,

and was subsequently destroyed.

So you were shot by a
weapon that no longer exists.

Apparently.

Okay, let's go over your
snuff film, shall we?

I want to see exactly what you did.

In truth, it is all of these things,

and all of these things are the same.

Because the only real
way to catch a killer,

is to outsmart him and hope
that he is not smarter than you.

Do it again. Do it again.

Wait, wait, wait
- they all want to watch?

Professional curiosity.

I guess.

In truth, it is all these things,

and all these things are the same.

Because the only real
way to catch a killer,

is to outsmart him and hope
that he is not smarter than you.

You took the shot
straight into your head,

but according to the video,

you were not facing the hallway.

Which means the bullet
didn't come from there.

It must've come from here.

Yes, it did.

A zip gun.

With an unrifled barrel.

And a remote trigger.

What model year is the pager?ag

Pre 1990.

So no call-back numbers.

Pre-1990 pagers didn't store them.

So, you're at a dead end?

I'm just getting started.

Do I have to walk over to the GCMS

or will you just tell me?

The barrel of the zip
gun contains traces

of black powder.

Okay, but the bullet
was pitted on the base,

which is the result of
exposure to smokeless gunpowder.

Which means that the
bullet that killed you

was fired twice.

The killer test fires the gun,

knowing it will be destroyed,VK

and keeps the bullet and the casing.

He puts the bullet in a metal tube

on a wad of black powder.

With a pager trigger, it's essentially

a remote controlled musket.

Call the number from any phone

or through the internet and...

Impressive.

Can you tell me whodunit?

Well, Bobby Dawson is an early

19th century firearm enthusiast.

He loads and fires muskets for fun

Oh, yeah.

Big gun guy.

I didn't do it!

I didn't do anything.

I swear!

Hey!

Gun.

What do you got against Bobby Dawson?

Nothing.

Running gag.

So, you think Bobby Dawson did it?

No.

Bobby was framed.

You drew me a map.

The path of the bullet,

if not stopped by your brain mass,

would have continued straight

through into ballistics.

Where Bobby works.

Now, Bobby's a real gun guy,

and no gun guy would
ever position himself

down-range of a shot.

You're more than a victim, Hodges.

According to your video,

you straightened up just
before the fatal shot was fired.

You knew it was coming.

And you made sure that you
were in the perfect position

to catch it.

I am a mere Padawan

in the presence of the Jedi Master.

True.

Let's play another.

Sure.

You weren't ready.

To leave.

This.

The challenges, the puzzles,

the job.

No.

But Sara was.

Yeah, she was.

You can't stand in the way of that.

When it's time for someone to move on,

you just gotta let them go.

Let's play the game, shall we?

Okay.

Mind if I record this?

Scenario 12, Hodges and Grissom.

Okay, you walk into the AV lab.

You find Archie slumped
over his computer

with a knife in his head...