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Hey, bro, I'm driving drunk,
and you're lighting up a J?

Maybe we should wait
for those... hell, dude.

Man, we're in Vegas.

Sweet potato Vegas!

Whoo!

Hide that! Hide it! Hide it!

Get it out of here!

Hey, hide that liquor!
Hide the liquor! Hide it!

Throw that joint out!

Get him! Get him!

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Get out of the way!

Hello?

Hello?

Unknown caller. No call list.

Probably disposable.

Where's Warrick?

We've been calling
him. There's no answer.

See what happens when you get in

a high-speed chase with a garbage truck

and end up with two dead bodies.

Where's the other one?

I take it he came out of the truck?

He flew out.

At least that's what
every eyewitness tells us.

Well, city landfill is a
couple of miles down the road.

What's the TOD, David?

Nine, maybe ten, hours.

I got no ID on either of the bodies.

No ID on the truck.

I ran the VIN number and the plates.

They're not in the system.

Good luck.

Control Sanitation

is the only waste company in Vegas.

If the garbageman works
for them, his prints

would be in the system.

All right. Catherine,
you and I got the bodies.

Greg, since Warrick's
MIA, you have a choice:

the truck or the trail.

I'll go for the fresh air.

Do I get a choice, too?

Because, if you don't mind,

I'm going to take the garbageman.

Be my guest.

I thought I told you not
to call me on this line.

Maybe that's because I
don't want to talk to you.

Are you kidding me?

Why don't you ask the
father of your unborn child?

No. That's stupid.
Don't call the lawyers.

Tina, don't call... Tina! Tina!

Don't call... Tina!

Damn it.

Hey, Gris, I'm sorry I'm late.

I had some business to take care of.

This is your business.

You were first up.

That means you're
supposed to be here first.

You get to process the trash truck.

No problem.

But get it off the street.

Tow it to the impound yard.

These coveralls are brand-new.

Your garbageman

was in excellent shape.

COD is as expected.

Massive BFT due to his unfortunate
collision with the T-bird.

And your other vic was in his late 20s.

He was definitely crushed by something.

Most likely, the garbage compactor.

Which happened postmortem.

Oh, it's always better to be
compacted dead rather than alive.

Suffocation. He had
petechial hemorrhaging.

I found white fibers
in the nose and mouth.

Sent them over to Hodges.

He called back,
confirmed they were silk.

I tried to trace
garbageman's cell phone.

Like we expected, it's disposable.

So I tracked down the distributor.

It was paid for in
cash under a bogus name.

But I did get an AFIS hit off his print.

Brody Biggs. Former cop.

When was this taken?

1975, police academy graduation.

I contacted LVPD. They
said he quit the force

back in 1980 with a perfect record.

Then what?

Social came back to several
different garages around town.

He was a freelance
mechanic for 20 years.

All right, we got to
get his personnel file.

What about the other vic?

It's Jason Crewes.

27. Got a hit off his work card.

He's worked at five different casinos

over the last six years.

Well, it doesn't look like
Jason planned on going anywhere.

I know a lot of people in this phone.

You do not.

Knows some famous people.

Or uses famous nicknames
for his friends.

Did you see anything?

Nick!

I think I just found ground zero.

I think Jason was killed here.

Well, this would have
been the perfect murder

if Jason's body would have

actually made it to the landfill.

Would have been incinerated.

At least now his mother
has someone to bury.

He was alone last night.

We talked at about 3:00 in the morning.

He said he got off work
early and was going to bed,

and he'd call me when he woke up.

But he never did.

Have you ever seen this man?

His name is Brody
Biggs. He's a mechanic.

Are you sure?

We think this is the
man that killed your son.

If he's a mechanic,

maybe he worked on
some of Jason's limos.

I thought Jason was a club owner.

He was a limo driver
before that, long time ago.

Well, couldn't be that long ago.

Jason was only 27.

You have to be 25 to be a limo driver.

He had all kinds of fake IDs.

Drove his first long one at 18.

The owner of the limo
company liked Jason.

Made him a VIP driver.

Celebs liked Jason.

He could take his clients to a Motel 6

and it'd be the hottest spot in town.

it Wasn't long before the
club owners invested in Jason,

made him a group partner,
gave him his own spot.

Then two, then five.

Suddenly, he's running
the whole club scene.

I guess I should say
he ran the club scene.

He's not going to be
running anything anymore.

I'll be damned.

Look at that.

The good old days.

Yeah.

Here's an ad for the Silver Slipper Casino
- buffet.

Back when they had real
eggs, not powdered ones.

Hey, Gris, listen.
About me being late...

You have a cell phone
paid for by the department.

You call, you say you're running late.

What's going on with you?

I don't know. This, uh...

This whole divorce has taken
the wind out of my sails.

You know, I used to have the team

to distract me from all this,

but even that's changed
with Sara being gone.

I feel kind of disconnected.

You've got your work.

Don't screw that up.

Van Halen, 1984.

Either this truck was
delivering merchandise

for a memorabilia store
or it's just plain old.

Maybe that's why Brass couldn't
find the registration record.

These old blue license plates
were issued in the '80s.

I don't think this truck's
been on the streets since.

I think this guy was
disguising his truck.

It was orange before it was green.

They used to use orange
garbage trucks in the '80s.

The hydraulic cylinder blew.

Maybe when he crushed the body.

Found this.22 in the
parking lot near the crash.

Check these bullets.

Shorts.

Usually used for shooting small animals,

but in some cases they're used on people

in place of a silencer.

Less gunpowder, less noise.

Look, if the garbageman had this gun,

why didn't he just shoot the vic?

He found Jason sleeping.

Why make a mess if you don't have to?

Sounds le a professional hit man.

Well, if he was,

we still have to find
the guy who hired him.

I traced the truck back to The Regency,

the company that made it.

The only model of that
truck sold in Nevada

was to a company called
The Regal Sanitation Group.

They shut down in '83.

That explains the garbage.

Regal Sanitation was
owned by Anthony Pezzulo.

I'm studying mob history for my book.

Pezzulo? Wasn't he the mob
boss who owned the Starfly?

They called Pezzulo "Whacko,"

not so much for his wacky personality

as for his love for whacking guys.

Until he himself

got whacked at the onsin Dells in 1983.

I. Every mob-owned
business in Vegas shut down

when Pezzulo died.

These scumbags lay roaches.

Just when you think they're gone,

they pop back up again.

Somebody put a hit out on Jason.

It couldn't have been Pezzulo

'cause he's been dead for 20 years.

Pezzulo's wife Kate got
rid of Regal Sanitation

right after he died.

She still around?

She fell off the radar.

All I could find was this old photo.

I told you the truth.

You lied about your name.

The feds told me to forget
I ever had the Pezzulo name.

I wasn't about to remember it for you.

My husband had more cops
than capos on his payroll.

So you went into witness protection.

You changed your identity.

And then you stayed in Vegas?

Feds felt we'd actually be safer here.

They thought if we left, we might

suffer the same consequences as Anthony.

Did Jason have any mob ties?

Jason was three years
old when Anthony died.

He never even knew his father.

The last time we talked you said
you didn't know Jason's killer.

What about this guy?

That's B.B.

That's the same guy.

B.B. is short for Brody Biggs.

B.B. didn't kill Jason.

There's no way.

He was Anthony's friend.

Friend?

B.B. was driving one of your
husband's old garbage trucks.

Your dead son was in the back
with the rest of the garbage.

How did B.B. get the truck?

I haven't seen.B. in 23 years.

You got rid of the business.

What happened to the trucks?

I gave that stuff to Lou Gedda.

The owner of Pigalle
Boulevard Strip Club.

So did Gedda and B.B. know each other?

Of course, they were
both on Anthony's crew,e

but they would never...

Never what?

Never kill your son

and dispose of him in one
of the trucks you gave him?

When was the last time you saw Gedda?

I haven't had any contact
with him since Anthony died.

So you're telling me

you haven't seen or spoken
to Lou Gedda in 23 years?

Gedda and I had an agreement.

He was to keep away from our family.

Forget Jason and I ever existed.

Obviously, Lou Gedda is
not a man of his word.

This place has always been bad news.

My guys are in here
at least twice a week.

Yet there's always a line.

Never underestimate
the power of the ass.

Looking for Lou Gedda.

Yeah, come on in.

Who let you two up here?

Just so I know who to fire.

Gold card.

Oh, yeah, those seem to work everywhere.

Got to get me one.

Ahh...!

I know why you're here.

And I don't know what to say.

I can't control these girls.

They want to leave with customers

and do whatever it is they
do, I can't prevent that.

Believe me, I don't like whores.

I like dancers.

When I find out they're
whores, I kick them curbside.

We're not here about your girls.

We're here about this guy.

B.B.

Yeah, works at my auto detailing.

But I tell ya, he's in here more,

getting drunk and checking
out the breast-est-es.

Well, you don't have to worry
about him anymore. He's dead.

Oh. Well...

unless you invite me to the funeral,

what's this got to do with me?

Tell me about Jason Crewes.

He brings me boatloads of celebrities,

which equals boatloads of money.

I love the kid.

Oh, don't tell me.

You think Jason killed B.B.?

We think B.B. killed Jason.

Now, see, that makes more sense.

When is the last time
you saw Jason Crewes, sir?

Last week.

How long have u known him?

A couple years at most.

I still don't understand
what this has to do with me.

You missing a garbage truck?

Go again?

Regal Sanitation Group.

Your buddy Pezzulo's old company.

Yoinrited the trucks.

So what?

Jason Crewes' corpse flew
out of one of your trucks

earlier this morning.

Do you kno yhow much
this club made last year?

30 mill.

You think I'm still
messing around with trash?

And that's the end of this.

You want to continue
asking me questions,

You are gonna have to do it
with my dream team present.

Here you go. Thank you.

So you're the talented Mr. Raykirk,

agent to the stars.

Uh-uh, manager.

What's the difference?

Uh, well, an agent gets ten percent

and a manager gets 15.

Listen, I'm here in
town for a film festival

and I have to get to a screening,

so you can you just, you
know, cut to the chase?

Jason Crewes is dead.

Okay.

Um... So he took you

to Pigalle Boulevard in August.

Do you remember that?

How do you know about that?

I'm an investigator.

Some things I do know, but
there's a lot that I don't.

Somebody put a hit out on your friend.

You want to help us out here?

I have an agent friend who I work with

who had a bachelor party out here,

and Jason hooked us up VIP-style.

He took us to Moon and LAX and Drai's

and then of course, naturally,
we ended up at a strip club.

And everyone knows the best
girls are at Pigalle Boulevard.

It couldn't get any better
until the check showed up.

Ten grand?

The manager said $800 a bottle.

We ordered five.

I hear you don't want
to pay what you owe us.

No. No, no, no, no.

I just think you overcharged us, man.

No.

This place is a rip-off.

And your girls?

They're beat, overrated, and oversized.

Get it?

I'm not paying.

Let's take a walk.

I'm gonna give you a minute

so you can figure out
what you want to do.

I'm cutting something.

But I'm gonna give you the
choice of what it's gonna be.

No. Oh, yeah, yeah.

I can slice you here

or I can slice you here.

Come on, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Come on, you choose.

I mean, I was never
more scared in my life.

You know, he was so sweet
enough to give me the choice

of my throat or my genitals,
so I chose the latter...

so I'd live.

Then he charged my card

and escorted us out to the parking lot.

Oh, here's something really cool.

I left with a broken
nose, some sore wrists,

and some really nice
bruises underneath my arms.

And I just should've
given him the ten grand

because I paid my plastic
surgeon twice that.

And you told Jason about all this?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, he gave this guy Gedda
a call right in front of me.

Then he cursed him out

and he told him he would never
take anyone to Pigalle anymore.

Listen, I'm really sorry about all this.

But, um, thanks a lot
for your time. Oh, yeah.

By the way, if you're
gonna prosecute this guy,

I'm not a witness.

There's a reason that
I didn't press charges,

if you know what I mean.

Four shots.

Got an IBIS hit off that gun.

Unsolved murder in '93.

Victim was found in the desert.

His car was found at Pigalle Boulevard,

the last place anyone saw him.

Our hit man's good for two murders.

The unsolved in '93, where
he actually used a gun,

and Jason Crewes, who he suffocated.

So, who hired him?

I have a good feeling
he works for Gedda.

Yeah, but we don't work
off feelings, do we?

According to Mr. Hollywood,
Jason cost Gedda a lot of money,

and he dissed him,
which is more than enough

for Gedda to order out a hit on someone,

even if Jason is Pezzulo's son.

Any evidence?

I ran Pigalle's address to find out

if there are any more crimes
linked to it over the years.

I found hundreds: 416s, 413s, 411s...

The list goes on.

y consistent suspects?

Only thing consistent

is that the victims
refused to file charges

and the witnesses refused
to give statements.

S.I.d it's funny enough the cops
lost interest in pursuing it.

What are you saying?

I'm saying it looks like Gedda

is running an old
school extortion racket,

and you can't do that without
having cops on the payroll.

Hey!

I just want to talk!

I got warrants, man!

I'm not a cop.

I don't care. You got a piece.

Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.

You live here? Pretty much.

What do you want?

You ever see anybody get beat up inside?

No, no, I never seen none of that.

Don't ke me pull those warrants, man.

Yeah, I seen guys get beat up.

This is Strip Club Strip.

Guys get beat up and down this block.

You ever see the owner beat up anyone?

Hey, they let me stay here.

They're real good to me.

I didn't ask you that.

Lot of troublemakers,

they come out of there
and they get hauled off.

That's all I know.

What do you mean by "hauled off"?

You goa warrant?

Do I need one?

I?

Unless you're lookin' to get a
detail job, you're trespassing.

What do you do with this?

I burn meat.

Hey. Hey.

What's up?

Trying to get this warrant
for Gedda's property.

I'm getting close though.

Check out these bruise patterns.

Hey, what are those?

What? Those pills?

Oh, they're supposed to keep me alert.

Really? Yeah.

How long you been taking those?

I don't know, for a couple months.

Aren't you still taking
those sleeping pills, too?

What's it to you?

So now... you're taking
uppers and downers.

Gimme a break, man.

No, you need to give
yourself a break, Warrick.

Hey, let it go, bro.

No. No, I'm not going to let it go.

What are you doing, man?

You need to take a look
at yourself, Warrick.

And I care because I'm your?

All right? Yeah.

All right, tell me about these bruises.

The 415 vic claims he got
beat up inside the Pigalle.

Couple days later, he
dropped all the charges.

And then there's the unsolved murder.

They find a vic out in the desert,

but they find his car
outside of Pigalle's.

Same bruise pattern.

Now we got this Hollywood agent

who mentions that he also
has bruises under his arms.

He claims that he was
strapped to a barber's chair

in Gedda's office.

That should be enough for a warrant.

The judge doesn't think
the bruises are enough

probable cause to issue a warrant.

BROWN What judge?

Greene.

When I was running bets for Judge Cohen,

she was in on the action.

I have no comment.

You know, these club owners
- they pay a lot of taxes;

they fund campaigns;
they hand out free drinks,

all in exchange for protection.

I mean, what can I do?

Go to the Undersheriff, see
if he can use his influence.

But I doubt it.

Excuse me.

McKeen!

Excuse me a moment.

Judge denied me the warrant.

What do you want me to do?

Get me the warrant.

Lou Gedda is getting away with murder.

All right, say that
I get you the warrant.

What are you looking for,

something that made armpit bruises?

The barber's chair in Gedda's
office made the armpit bruises.

I'm agreeing with the judge.

McKEEN: Grissom!

You need to save your CSI here.

What he has is circumstantial

based off of weird
bruises and a barber chair.

Brown needs to get better evidence

and leave the rest in our hands.

I'm sorry, leave what in
your hands-Gedda's money?

Listen to me.

Putting Gedda in jail is not
gonna solve your problems.

You just got the rest of the night off.

Hey!

What's in the bag?

All my stuff.

I'm just cleaning out my locker.

Show me.

Here, let me help you with that.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

What can I get you tonight?

Got any Dom Perignon? Mm-hmm.

What about Cristal? We do.

We also have DP Rose.

I'll take one of each.

Hey... Hey!

I'm sorry about earlier.

I thought you were carrying a
dead body in there or something.

You're a cop, right?

I'm Warrick Brown.

I'm Candy.

Nice to meet you, Candy.

So, you work here?

Yeah.

What do you want?

Everything.

Hey, cheers, girl.

Hey, let's get out of here, you and me.

I'm working.

Come on, I just want to
ask you a few questions.

I don't go home with the customers.

Pay the bill and let's go.

How'd you know I was here?

You've been here twice
already today. We're leaving.

Come on, Gris, why
don't you sit down?

I'm on the clock.

So am I.

So you want to get fired.

No, I want to let them know I'm here.

I figured I'd order a couple bottles

and not pay for it and see what happens.

You think he's that stupid?

It's worth a try.

Here you go, sir.

Thank you.

Well, now you gotta pay for it,

'cause we're not
allowed to accept gifts.

I left my car.

I gotta get my car.

You gotta admit, though,
once I get this done...

Get in the car, Warrick.

Go on.

Go home. Sleep it off.

I'll see you in my
office in the morning.

Hey... follow that girl.

Thanks.

You're welcome

You don't give up.

Not tonight.

Irish whiskey. Neat.

What's your real name, Candy?

Joanna Krumsky

Joanna. I'll stick with Candy.

So, now that we're out of the Pigalle,

you can help me out
with a few questions.

Good luck.

Anybody ever get heavy-handed
with you over there?

Not with me. I'm a black belt.

Nice.

Not even the owner, Gedda?

Not even him.

Thanks.

So what about the customer?
They ever get beat-downs?

When the guys get drunk
and start groping the girls.

That's not tolerated.

You ever see a barber's
chair in Gedda's office?

No, but I heard about one.

It's supposed to be Al Capone's.

Al Capone.

Yeah, but that has to be a rumor.

Mob guy with Al Capone's chair-

it's so clich�.

Gedda's like the last
wise guy left in Vegas.

Guess that's his way of
keeping his culture alive.

Scumbags like him don't have culture.

Scumbags like him started Vegas.

None of these lights would
be here if it wasn't for them.

What's a hot young thing like you doing

working in a nasty place like that?

Money.

The hours.

The dancing.

How about you giving me that
last dance of the evening?

COME HERE?

WHAT?

Relax.

What's that?

It's just for your protection.

Put that thing away.

It's just for protection.

OH YEAH

RIGHT?

I DON'T?

U WANT IT?

Does it smell good?

U BAD GIRL

U?

NOW?

I LIKE?

TROUBLE?

I like trouble.Are you scare

DON'T

Thanks.

No, no, no! You can't cross the tape!

Not this time.

This is your car.

No! No!

No, this is wrong!

She didn't do anything!