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Foxtrot 1-5-Tango, L.A. Center.

Please clarify your situation.

Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
do you copy?

Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,

please respond.

Hey, Gil, just wanted
to hear your voice.

It's kind of a slow night here.

Give me a call
if you get a chance.

Las Vegas Approach,
L.A. Center.

Be advised you have
inbound traffic.

They are not responding.

Roger that, L.A. Center.

I've got him on radar.

Do you have any idea
of his intent?

He radioed an emergency,
said he was inbound.

No contact
for almost 12 minutes.

Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
this is Las Vegas Approach.

Low-altitude alert.
Climb immediately.

Repeat, climb immediately.

It's crazy!
All these lights-- no wonder

you can see this place
from space.

Oh, my God!
Did you see that?

This was shot
about 40 minutes ago,

right before a
charter aircraft

nosed into the ground
at Tresser Park.

That's just a mile
off the Strip.

This is NTSB investigator
Doug Wilson.

He's gonna be leading
the crash investigation.

You-you two guys
worked together

before, right?
Yeah.

Yeah, on an NTSB crash scene

when I worked
at the San Francisco Crime Lab.

Right now, we have
very little information.

Where did the flight
originate?

LV Regional Airport,
heading for Chicago.

18 minutes out,
the pilot reported

an unspecified emergency,
turned the plane around,

and after that, radio silence.
From the moment

it turned around,
made a beeline for the Strip.

And almost, as you
just saw, slammed

into the Mediterranean
Casino Tower,

missing it
by about half a dozen feet.

So you're thinking
this wasn't an accident?

I'm not sure.

But it's certainly a mystery
why the pilot

stopped communicating
with the tower,

why the plane nose-dived
near the Strip,

what happened
on that plane.

All questions
we need answers to.

Answers we're hoping you CSIs
can provide through evidence.

So, was it
an accident

or foul play?

This is what we need
to find out.

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪♪ Who...♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

Vegas Approach,
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango.

Got a situation here.

Requesting permission
for immediate return.

Boy, it's not a lot to go on
for a distress call.

That's what I thought,
until I enhanced the audio.

Vegas Approach,
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango.

Got a situation here.

Requesting permission
for immediate return.

Hey, where the hell are you...?

There's another voice
in the cockpit.

Sounds agitated.
Yeah.

Could be a hijacker.
So far, we've

only found one body
in the cockpit wreckage.

It's got to be the pilot.

Keith Mannheim,

co-owner of LVM Charter.

Well, we also found
additional remains.

How many bodies?
Can't say.

With a charter plane this size,

there's no requirement
for a passenger manifest.

As for how many were on
the aircraft and who,

well, we're gonna need
your help with that.

NTSB has secured
the crash site, right?

Nick and David Phillips
are coordinating

the recovery
of human remains.

They're already on scene.

Morgan and Greg are heading out
to collect personal effects.

Could help
with identifications.
Right.

What about the black box?
Still haven't recovered it.

Was about to head back to the
site; could use some help.

Two of you have worked
together before-- you probably

have your own shorthand.
It's a good idea.

All right,
let's get to work.

Lot of eyes on this.

We need answers.

You know, I think
I should drive this time.

Thank you.

Oh, 'cause you're
scared of going

more than 20 miles per hour?

Hojem-Sanders!
I was hoping I'd see you!

Hey, Donna.

What are you doing here?
Are you looking for me?

Me, actually.

Which means you
must be Morgan Brody.

Yes. Hi. I am so sorry.
We just got a call out,

and I completely forgot
about our appointment.

Appointment?

How do you two...?

Doc Robbins
recommended Donna.

He was blown away
by your genealogy
work on his family.

You said on the
phone that you had some
family history for me?

I did, and it's
on my desk.

But... I'm
so sorry,

we have to get to a crime scene.

Oh, that's all right.
You go do what you have to do,

and I'll work here.

Believe me, there's
a lot of Brodys out there.

Oh, Brody's actually
my stepfather's last name.

I'm interested in Ecklie.

Oh, your biological
father. Of course.

Don't tell me.

You still trying to prove
he's not your dad?

Uh, just kidding.

Christmas is coming,

and I want to get my dad
something special,

so I thought maybe

a family crest.
How wonderful. Okay.

You go do your thing,
and I'll get to work here.

Thanks.

Ready to roll?
Just about.

Just like old times, right?

Veryold times.

Heard you, uh,
married your boss.

What's his name again?

Gil.

Right. Grissom. Bug guy.

You still married
to what's-her-name?

Candy?
Candy, right.
Yoga instructor.

No, no, we... crashed
and burned years ago.

Yeah, I didn't see that coming.

Yeah, you did.

Just like old times.

Hey, Doc.
How's it going?
Hey.

What do you
got for me?

On the left gurney

are the remains
from the cockpit.

In front of me
and on the right,

remains recovered
from the passenger cabin area.

And we ran DNA

on a small sample
of those remains.

Turns out
we have one Jane

and two John Does.
So in addition

to what I assume
is our pilot,

we have three
unidentified passengers.

Looks like I've got
something here.

Take a look.

Looks like a T-10
or T-11 vertebra.

What's that?
Part of the fuselage?

David, hand me
that, would you?

Yeah.

Hmm, looks like shrapnel.

Surrounding tissue appears

deteriorated--
this guy was in pain.

And over a long period of time.

Just a second.

Radioactive?

As I suspected.

I think

I know how we can identify
at least this victim.

Dalton Burk?

Not a good time
right now.

We're from
the crime lab.

We're here investigating
the crash.

Crime lab?

I don't understand.

What happened was
an accident, right?

Well, that's
why we're here.

There was no passenger manifest
filed for the flight, so...

'Cause Keith was
flying solo-- VFR.

He doesn't need to;
there were no passengers.

Well, we found three

other bodies in the wreckage.

That's impossible--
Keith was alone.

Told me he was
flying home

to visit his folks for
a few days in Chicago.

I'm sorry, man.
I think he told you wrong.

Can you explain how

three other people might get

on your plane
without you knowing?

Keith and I are
business partners.

We each focus on different
aspects of the company.

Normally, I do
the booking,

but obviously he must've booked
some passengers on his own.

Why are you asking me
all these questions?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

When you say Keith
was your business partner,

how well did you know him?

Well, it's not any
of your business,

but we were a couple.

We were together
for the last 15 years.

So, if it seems

like I'm not in the mood
to talk right now, you're right.

We're really sorry
for your loss.

We do need to confirm

that one of the bodies
that we found

was indeed Keith's.

So, if you could
get us a toothbrush,

a hairbrush, anything that
might have Keith's DNA on it,

that'd be great, okay?

Yeah, I'll get that to you.

Yeah, you're gonna love Donna.
She's awesome.

She totally got me hooked
on genealogy.

She seems cool.

I found this mixed with
the personal effects.

Take a look.
Looks like a section

of airplane carpeting.

Yup. Melted around something.

Whoa, I got a gun.

It could be our hijacker's.

Can you hold this
open for me?

Nine-millimeter Beretta,
receiver's torqued.

Damage from the fire.

Three rounds

left in the magazine.

Someone could have fired it.

And I think
we might know who.

Shrapnel in one
of the victims

turned out to contain
depleted uranium.

You mean, like from
a battlefield?

So the guy's a vet?

Right, and the V.A.

had X-rays on file

matched to a Charles Harrigan.

Made headlines last year,
when he got into a fight

and got tossed out
of the Mediterranean.

Yeah, he, uh, gambled away

his home, his car,

his wife-- he blamed the casino.

Camped out in front
to keep people from going in.

Maybe commandeering an airplane
and trying to crash it

into the casino
was his form of revenge.

That's what I'm thinking,
so let's run the gun,

see if it traces
back to Harrigan.
All right.

Flight data recorder's intact.

Wish we had the cockpit
voice recorder, too.

Yeah, join the club.

They're not required
for smaller charters.

Hey, did you hear
that the Rusty Nickel closed?

Well,
that's about time.

That bar gave dives
a bad name.

What are you talking about?
You loved that place.

Well, yeah, you're right,
I did love it, right up until

the moment that they
kicked me out for life.

They did do that.Yup.

Okay, moving on.
So, we have

the primary flight display up.

It should show us everything
on the instrument panel.

17 minutes into
the flight, airspeed
is 250 knots, altitude

is 29,800 feet and climbing,

heading is 50 degrees--
all normal.

Looks like there's a slight

decrease in cabin pressure.

Pilot's turning around,

making a descent, looks
like he's putting in vectors

to return to the airport.

What the hell just happened?

Massive depressurization.
30,000 feet,

virtually no oxygen,
temperature is 34 below.

They were dead before
they even hit the ground.

The plane just
kept going.

Vector entries kept it

on course
all the way to the ground.

Barely missing
the Mediterranean Tower.
Mm-hmm.

Why the depressurization?

Gunshot, maybe.

We know there was
a gun on board.

A bullet hole alone wouldn't
trigger that kind of event.

This was instantaneous,
catastrophic.
Like a bomb?

Bomb would've taken out
the avionics and hydraulics.

Plane wouldn't have
stayed on course.

All right,
what's left, then?

Uh, maybe a window
blew out, or a door.

Whatever it is, it had
to fall to earth, right?

Extrapolating
from their position

at the time of depressurization

and factoring in their
altitude and their velocity,

I mean, I can zero in
on their location.

Always the physics major.

I tell you what,
I'm going to take my physics

and I'm going to find whatever
fell out of your airplane.

And what about me?
What do I do?

Well, you're going
to build me a plane.

Well, you found the door.

Still don't know what happened.
Let's go with

our gunshot theory.

We're traveling
at 30,000 feet.

I'm Harrigan.

I am going to take
over the plane

and I'm going to fly it
into the Mediterranean.

Payback for
bankrupting you

in one night
at the tables.

I pull my nine-mil

and I start for
the cockpit.

But one of the other
passengers sees you.

Jane or John Doe.
Tries to overpower you.

And we struggle
for the gun.

We're struggling.

In that struggle,
the gun goes off,

hitting the cabin door.

Would explain the initial
slow loss of cabin pressure.

And then Harrigan breaks free...

commandeers the plane.

Pilot only has time
to radio once

and turns the plane around.

It was what Harrigan
wanted anyway:

to return to Vegas
on a suicide mission.

Yeah, and what he
doesn't realize

is that the cabin door
is already compromised.

Bullet must've hit
the door somewhere.

I'm not seeing anything.

No holes, no marks.

Must be missing something.

Just saying.

Maybe the bullet hit
a cabin door seal

and compromised it.

I got something.

Bullet hole?

No, but I think our inside job

just turned into
an outside job.

Tool marks

on the outside edge.

This door was
tampered with

before the plane
even took off.

Sabotage.

We've been looking
at this the wrong way.

Maybe the motive
wasn't hijacking.

Maybe it was
straight-up murder.

So the plane was doomed
before it even took off.

Yeah, somebody
on the ground

made sure of that.

Tampered with
the cabin door seal.

The seal couldn't handle
the increasing pressure,

and finally the
door blew out.

We're talking murder now,
not hijacking.

Somebody on that plane
was targeted.

We've got our pilot,
Keith Mannheim,

and our other three
remaining passengers,

but so far we've only
identified one:

Charles Harrigan, the man we
thought was our hijacker.

You know, if he got into a
squabble with the Mediterranean,

maybe he got into a fight
with someone else,

somebody he shouldn't have.

Yeah, it could have put
a target on his back,

or maybe the target's

just one of the
other passengers,

our John or Jane Doe.

There is one
other possibility.
What's that?

Maybe the plane was the target.

Didn't see this
on the outside of the door.

Must have gotten wedged
in the seal.

Got paint trace

from what I hope is our
outil de sabotage.

It's all yours.

So this, uh, NTSB guy, Wilson.

Seems like a
good sort.

He is.

When you guys worked
together in Frisco,

were you, uh... close?

Well, it was a pretty
lengthy investigation.

We spent a lot
of time together.

Yeah, there's spending time
together, and there's...

spending time together.

What are you getting at, Hodges?

I-I-I'm not getting
at anything.

How's it going in here?

Well, the
Mikrosil's ready.

Good.

Good cast.

No bubbles.

You can see
the tool marks.

Helps if you get in close,
doesn't it?

Is that... is that
paint transfer?

Indeed.

Don't you have, like,
a machine to go put that in?

Say no more.

Three's a crowd.

Come and knock on my door.

What's his problem?

Don't even get me started.

These marks are paired.

I'm thinking that the tool
might have been two-pronged.

Can you tell what kind
of tool it was?
No,

but between the Mikrosil cast
and the paint chips,

if we find it,
we should get a match.

You know, whoever tampered
with this cabin door

knew exactly what
they were doing.

Too much damage

and the plane wouldn't
have pressurized at all...

Setting off a warning
light in the cabin.

The pilot would've turned
the plane around immediately.

Too little damage would've
had no effect at all.

Saboteur had to
get it just right.

Suggests an intimate
knowledge of the plane.

Hello!

Are you Hal?

Yeah, I'm Hal.

Yeah, the same Hal that,
uh, did the maintenance

on that charter jet
that went down last night?

I-I already gave
the logs to NTSB.

Look, I'm good
at what I do.

I checked and
double-checked

every system on that plane.

Well, we're not saying that an
oversight caused it to crash.

No, we're saying
somebody brought it down.

Can you tell us

about your relationship
with LVN Charter.

Yeah, my relationship is fine.

Been taking care
of their plane

ever since I left Beaufort.

When was the last time

they paid you?

Yeah, it's been a while.

Been a while? It's been,
like, four months, hasn't it?

They owe you over six grand.

Hey, look, I'm not going
to sabotage a plane

over a lousy six grand.

These are your tools, right?

Yeah, they're my tools.

Well, you certainly have

an interesting way
of marking them.

Helps me keep track of them.

Green color is the same that
we found on the cabin door.

What?

You're saying somebody messed
with the plane using my tools?

No, we're wondering
if maybe you messed with it.

I didn't mess with it,

all right?

I been in Laughlin the
last couple of days.

I got back this morning.

Yeah, well, I'm packing
up your tools.

They're coming with me now.

These tools are my livelihood.

Hey, you maintain a jet

that took a nose dive
into the ground last night,

I don't think your phone's
ringing off the hook.

Is it?

Sorry.

Quick question.
I'm having a little trouble

searching your
father's surname.

Did you ever see it
spelled E-K-L-I?

Actually, yes.

I think my grandfather.
I've seen him spell it that way.

Brilliant. I knew it.

Uh, I have a
question for you.

In your genealogy work,

have you heard of I.T.S. Labs?

Indeed I have.

I.T.S. is a DNA lab in Dallas.

Their business
specializes

in do-it-yourself
DNA analysis

in paternity suits.

Paternity suits?
Mm-hmm.

The lab mails you a DNA kit,
you do your own swabbing.

Wrap it up
and mail it back.

Answer comes
in a couple of weeks.

There's no name
on the return label.

Well, for confidentiality,
they use serial numbers

to identify the client.

Look at the shipping label.

Great. With a warrant,

I might have Jane Doe's I.D.

You may also have motive.

I'm sorry. I couldn't
help but overhear

about the plane
being sabotaged.

You know
that paternity suits

are particularly contentious.

Contentious enough
to make Jane Doe our target?

I remember hearing about
a fast-food franchise mogul

who fathered a child
with his secretary,

and when she tried
to prove paternity

and get child support,

he, uh, dunked her
in the fryer.

I'm just throwing it
out there.

I'm just going to give
this to Henry.

You can take that.
I'll come back.

No, that's all right.

I-I'll call him
back later.

If you ever feel like talking...

You ever tried
the long-distance thing?

No, but I think it
would have helped

my relationship
with husband number two.

Ah, the Seattle ex?

Yeah.

What was that like,
seeing him again?

It was weird.

And then it wasn't.

You know, I wondered why
you took a later flight.

What about your NTSB guy?

Is that weird?

Very weird.

Gonna stay that way?

It has to, right?

This looks promising.
Similar tool marks

as the sabotage
that we found

on the cabin door.

Can you pass me those, uh,
paint chips that Hodges found?

Sure.

Thanks.

Got a physical match.

Got a murder weapon.

But not a murder suspect.

Hal the mechanic's alibi
checked out.

Eye in the sky

at the Lucky Stakes Casino
in Laughlin had him

at the tables three
nights in a row.

So Hal's off the hook.

But somebody helped
themselves to his tools.

Yeah, someone who had access
to the airport.

Surveillance hasn't
come in yet,

but maybe we'll get lucky
and find our killer on it.

Well, in the
meantime, we have

a lead on our
other John Doe.

The gun's not
registered to Harrigan

like we thought.

It's actually registered
to a Jeffrey Forsythe.

He's a partner in a
law firm downtown.

Brass called the office.

Apparently, Forsythe
wasn't on the plane.

Maybe he knows who was.

Mr. Forsythe, we matched
the serial numbers on this gun

found at the
crash site to you.

It's your gun.

I leant it to my colleague,

my friend Grant Abbott.

He was on that plane.

Our firm uses
LVN Charters exclusively.

Grant told me he was flying
to Chicago last week.

He used to live there,

still has a place.

He'd decided to take
a little time off.

Why?

Same reason he was
carrying my gun.

Grant is the go-to
criminal attorney at our firm.

He represents
numerous clients

with uh, proclivities
to violence.

Did Mr. Abbott have any concerns

about any of these clients
in particular?

I can tell you
that Grant

a misunderstanding
with one client,

who subsequently
fired our firm

and made veiled threats.

I'm going to need that name.

Donna, I've heard
so much about you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is mine.

Donna was helping me
with my family tree,

but now she is helping
us with a case.

We found a DNA kit in
our Jane Doe's luggage.

Thanks to Donna, we were
able to trace it back

to a private lab.

They gave us a name.

Jordan Lowell, Chicago address.

Requested a kit two weeks
ago from I.T.S. Labs.

What's that about?

Well, we think she may
have been looking

for proof of paternity in a
potential child support case.

Jordan Lowell may
have had a baby

with the wrong kind of guy.

Okay, do we know if
she used the, uh, DNA kit?

It looks that way.

Henry's running the swabs now.

If the victim was
able to obtain

an exemplar from the father,

you could have the
DNA of the killer.

We could. You're right.

Then again, I just
got a call from Brass.

Turns out that the
passenger with the gun

was a criminal attorney who may
have disappointed a client.

Hey.
Yeah?

You're not going
to believe this.

A lady in Henderson returned
home from a business trip,

found some dude
floating in her pool.

So?

He came from the plane.

There was another
passenger on board?
No.

According to the
driver's license,

he was the pilot,

Keith Mannheim.

So if he's our pilot,

who's the dead guy
in the cockpit?

Doc, I thought we
already found our pilot.

Please, make sense
of this for me.

I'll try. Prints and DNA

both confirm this body--

the one pulled out of a
pool in Henderson--

is our pilot.
Keith Mannheim.

Victim has a distinctive,
crescent-shaped head wound.

Looks like some sort
of blunt-force trauma

unrelated to the
rest of his injuries.

The skin tearing and fractures
are both consistent

with a high-altitude fall.

All right, what about

the other remains that
we found in the cockpit?

Well, now that we know
it's someone else,

Henry's running the DNA.

So we have a mystery man
that we found in the cockpit

who is not the pilot.

How the hell does that work?

So, we got five people
on a plane.

If our pilot,
Keith Mannheim,

is at the controls,

then our mystery man
from the cockpit wreckage

must have been sitting
in the copilot's seat.

Two in front,
three passengers in back.

At the 17-minute mark, we have
the slow loss of cabin pressure.

Mannheim radios
he's turning around.

Maybe the pilot wants
to check something out.

Maybe that's why he
gets out of his seat.

Yeah, but not before
Mannheim enters in

the vector coordinates
for a return.

Making a slow descent.

A few seconds later,
door blows.

And Mannheim gets
sucked out the plane door.

Doc Robbins said
that he had

a crescent-shaped
head wound.

Looks like he hit his head
on the way out, huh?

Uh-huh.
One mystery solved.

One step at a time.

Hey, guys.

Uh, Henry ran the DNA
from our mystery man

through CODIS,
and he got a hit.

A parolee named
Thurston Mayfield,

aka Thor.

Thor?

Specialized in writing
phony checks,

and recently was a dancer
in an all-male revue.

Now, the club is just two blocks
from the executive airport.

Brass talked to the owner.

It turns out that
Thor quit last week.

He said he was moving in
with his new boyfriend,

Keith Mannheim.

That would explain

why Thor was sitting
up front in the cockpit.

Keith was flying his new
boyfriend home to Chicago

to meet the folks.

And if Keith's partner
Dalton found out about it,

might be reason enough
to want them both dead.

You know that guy?

No.

Classic case of
"I didn't recognize him

with his clothes on."

How about now?

The place where he dances

is right out by your airport.

Yeah, I guess.

I-I've been there
a few times times with Keith.

Yeah, old Keith, he went there
a lot on his own, didn't he?

What does that mean?
It means that we

talked to some
people at the club,

and it, uh, turns out

that Thor and Keith
were having a thing.

It was kind of
hot and heavy.

Well, if that's true,
I didn't know about it.

Suppose you didn't know

that Thor was on that
plane, neither, huh?

With Keith?

Cockpit, right by Keith's side.

He was flying home
to meet Keith's parents.

Yeah, it must suck

having your partner
cheat on you

with someone like this.

That would really
piss me off.

You know, maybe just enough

to actually do
something about it.

You think I brought down
my own plane

with the most important person
in the world to me on board?

Well, the way I see it, the
plane's insured, right?

I mean, with Keith
out of the way,

you can start the
business over,

and this time without
having to share the profits

with some cheating
boyfriend.

Fuel log says
that you refueled

and performed
the last safety check

on that plane 12 hours
before it crashed.

I didn't sabotage
my own plane!

In the heat of anger. I get it.

No. No, you people
don't get it.

I lost everything in that crash.

Everything.

Looks like you got the
airport surveillance.
Yeah.

Sugar, no cream?

Thanks.
Mm-hmm.

Anything?

Nothing yet, but I did confirm
Burk refilling the plane

and doing a safety check
12 hours before takeoff.

He never touched
the plane door,

and so far, nobody else
has touched the plane.

Listen, Sara,
I was just wondering

if I could buy you and
Grissom dinner tonight.

You guys pick the place,
NTSB picks up the tab.

I'm a hell of
a third wheel.

Actually, Gil's out of town.

Okay, just the two
of us, then?

Don't.
Don't what?

Do this.

Okay.

I mean, if everything's
good between you two--

and I know you, Sara,

so I'm getting the feeling
that maybe it isn't--

then, I understand.

Everything's great.

Okay.

Fuel truck-- stopping
in front of the plane.

Right in front of
the cabin door.

What's he doing?
They already refueled.

One guy's getting
out of the truck.

He was only there
for two minutes.

Is that enough time
to sabotage a plane?

Yes, it is.

Can you get a better
look at the driver?

I can't bring up
a face.

But look at this.

Beaufort Aero Club patch.

Those are Hal's overalls.

And we know that
Hal was out of town.

We know that somebody
borrowed his tools.

Borrowed his clothes,
as well.

I got your results.

DNA on the coveralls did not
match Dalton Burk, so...

goodbye prime suspect.

Sorry. It's a dead end.

Were you able to run
the ITS DNA kit

that Morgan found
in Jordan Lowell's luggage?

Yeah. Jordan used
two of the swabs,

but both were degraded,

probably from the crash
and the fire,

so I couldn't get DNA.

The weird thing is
Morgan said she thought

this all had to do with
a paternity suit.

Right.
But to do a paternity test,

you need to use three swabs.

Yeah, you're
absolutely right.

One for each of the parents,
and one for the child.

So what was Jordan Lowell
testing for, then?

Most people use ITS to
verify the baby's father,

but a lot of people use it
to find their own father.

Do you think that's
what Jordan Lowell
was doing?

I know that's what
she was doing.

Just got off the phone with
her roommate in Chicago.

Turns out Jordan was raised
by a single mother.

After her mother died,
she started looking

for her father that
she'd never met.

Her roommate said she
got a lead in Vegas.

Donna, you think this
is something you can
help us with?

Give me a birthplace
and a birth date.

Right there.

Well, we'll start
looking for the father

by searching for
Jordan's birth certificate.

No name for the father.

But that makes sense.

That's who she was
looking for, right?

Look at the mother's age.

Fifteen.
Back in 1968.

There were a lot of
strict rules about
what unwed mothers

could put on the
birth certificate.

They could only give the baby
their own surname.

But the rules only applied
to the baby's last name,

so sometimes the girls took
the father's surname

and made it the baby's
first name.

You mean like "Jordan."
Mm-hmm.

Sounds like
we should be looking for

a Mr. Jordan in Las Vegas.

Morgan, did Jordan's
roommate ever mention

if she used a
genealogy Web site?

Yeah, actually, uh, she said
she used ancestry.com.

Great!

Ancestry not only helps people

find their relatives,
but if it finds two people

who are searching for the same
relative, it connects them.

So if we input the same
information that Jordan did,

the we'll be able to find
what she found.

Mm-hmm. Let me just link
into Jordan's family tree.

And there he is--
Jordan's father.

"Joseph Donovan Jordan."

Looks like she found him,
but a little too late.

Died December 12, 2005.

Yeah, but look
below his name.

He had a daughter--
Helen, born in 1962.

Half-sister.

So maybe Helen is the lead
that Jordan found in Vegas.

Mm-hmm. And that's why
Jordan used the DNA kit.

She swabbed herself, so she
could compare her DNA

with that of her sister's.

I'm looking up Helen
Jordan right now.

And I'm getting nothing.

Not a driver's license?

Not even a Social
Security number.

How is that possible?

Okay, well, hold on.

There's a link under
Helen's name.

Looks like we just
found Helen Jordan.

Are you feeling
all right today?

We didn't realize Helen Jordan
wasn't living on her own.

Yeah, how long has she been
under your care, Dr. O'Keefe?

Helen's been at our facility
for almost 40 years now.

Since she was 12.

Helen?

These nice people
have come to visit.

Uh...

I don't understand.

Helen was in a car accident
when she was ten.

Her mother was killed
and she was left, well,

as you see her.

Her father tried several
special hospitals

before bringing
her here.

Helen?

Did a woman named
Jordan Lowell visit
Helen recently?

Yes. Several times over
the past few months.

She was wonderful.
Read to her for hours.

She told me she thought
Helen was her half-sister.

Even took a DNA sample.

We're gonna have to
do the same.

Is there some reason the police
are interested in Helen?

Actually, we're interested in

the woman who came to visit
her-- Jordan Lowell.

Please don't tell me she's
some sort of scam artist.

No, ma'am.

She's dead.

She died in a plane
crash yesterday.

Oh, my Lord.

She was just here.

Helen's father never visited.

I understand he died
a few years ago.

I had hoped that,
after all these years,

that Helen had someone
who wasn't a stranger
to hold her hand.

Talk about a tragic story.

And an unlucky family.

Well, someone in that family
had good fortune.

I mean, you saw that place;
it's pretty high-end.

40 years of constant care.

I would cost a pretty penny.

The kind of money
Joseph Jordan

would amass over a lifetime.

I looked into
Jordan's father.

His family's owned
property in Nevada

for over a century.

He made a fortune
in ranching,

mining and real estate.

And when Joe Jordan died,
he left over $100 million

in a trust to Helen.

Does it say who
controls the trust now?

No. Those terms
are confidential.

But it looks like
the trust donates

several million dollars
to a nonprofit

home for the
disabled every year.

Let me take a wild guess--
Tranquil Hours?

Correct.

So Tranquil Hours
is getting millions

from Helen Jordan's estate.

And then, one day,
Jordan Lowell shows up

and takes a DNA sample
from Helen.

Hoping to prove
she's part of the family

and perhaps entitled
to a big share

of her newfound inheritance.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Tranquil Hours
saw Jordan as a threat.

Just one problem
with our theory.

You know the DNA sample
we took from Helen?

Well, Henry just compared it
to Jordan Lowell's DNA.

Helen and Jordan aren't sisters.

That's impossible,
Hojem-Sanders.

I'm sorry, Donna,

but it's science.

Your science, not mine.

Mr. Russell,
my research is meticulous,

my methods precise.

I fact-check and
verify my information

at every turn.

I'd like to say I make mistakes,
but I don't make mistakes.

Jordan Lowell's half-sister
was at Tranquil Hours.

Donna, I'm sorry,
but science is science,

and the DNA results show
conclusively that Helen Jordan

and Jordan Lowell
are not half-sisters.

They're not even related.

A little help here?

Well, maybe you're both right.

I mean, who's to say
that microfiche

and microcentrifuges
don't mix?

Uh, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Finally, we agree.
Jordan Lowell
found her sister,

Helen Jordan,
through genealogy.

Right.

But DNA proves that the woman

she found at Tranquil Hours
was not her sister.

Right.
So...

what happened
to Jordan's sister?

And who's the woman

pretending to be her
at Tranquil Hours?

Obviously, something happened
to the real Helen.

Maybe she died.

And maybe another patient was
substituted in Helen's place.

Because the
woman that I met

was definitely not pretending.

All of which suggests

a much wider conspiracy.

Why-why the conspiracy?
Who... who benefits?

Well, Tranquil Hours does get

several million dollars a year
from Helen's trust.

And if she dies,
the money dries up.

It's a Social
Security scam.

Until Jordan Lowell shows up

and threatens
to expose all of that.

But Jordan
showed up months ago.

Why did someone wait
till yesterday

to kill her
in a plane crash?

Ah.

The DNA kit.

Right.

Jordan swabs
the fake Helen,

and that is when somebody
at Tranquil Hours got spooked--

'cause they realized
they were about to be found out.

So the question is: How wide
is this wider conspiracy?

Don't know.

But if I were you,

I would start
with Helen's doctor.

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

Yeah, we're here
to see Dr. O'Keefe.

She called in sick this morning.

Big surprise.

Uh, in that case,
we'd like to see Helen Jordan.

We have a warrant
for her fingerprints.

I'm sorry.

Helen was transferred
to a critical care facility

a few hours ago.

Really? Where?

You'd have to ask Dr. O'Keefe.

Okay. Well, if her room
hasn't been transferred,

we're going to need to see it.

You smell that?

Bleach.

Mm-hmm.

Not a speck of dust.

No DNA, no trace

and probably
no fingerprints.

Hold that thought.

Maybe we do have
Helen's fingerprint.

They always miss something.

Nick.
Yeah?

Get this.

Henry found a sibling match
between our killer

and the impostor
in the wheelchair.

What do you mean?The swab we got
off our impostor

has multiple alleles
in common with the DNA

we pulled from the coveralls
of our saboteur.

Mmm. So what? We still
don't have a name.

We do.

Print we got from the room
at Tranquil Hours comes back

to a Marcia Forsythe.

As in Jeffrey Forsythe?

Well, he's the guy
who loaned his gun

to the lawyer who
died in the crash.

She's his sister.

She had a skiing accident--
brain damage.

He put her
in Tranquil Hours.

He's the trustee

in charge
of Helen Jordan's millions.

Mmm. I'll call Brass.

I already called
Forsythe's law firm.

He's on his way out of town
for a business trip.

Flying his own plane.

Are you going somewhere,
Mr. Forsythe?

Is there a problem,
officers?

I don't know.
Have you checked

your cabin door seals lately?

We know about your scam,

siphoning millions
from Helen Jordan,

enriching yourself
at her expense.

And putting your sister
in her place

whenever anyone came to visit.

Oh, and by the way,
we found her

stashed away
in another hospital.

These are absurd
allegations.
I don't think so.

We've arrested the good doctor,

and she's confessed.

So, perhaps there was a
little creative accounting.

A victimless crime.

That plane crash
wasn't victimless.

You can't possibly think I had
anything to do with that.

I already told you my
associate, Grant Abbott,

had enemies-- the type
that were capable

of doing such heinous acts.

Just stop, okay?

We already know
that you persuaded Dr. O'Keefe

to offer Jordan a free
charter flight to Chicago.

Plus you had access.

Got your plane
at the airport.

You know, people
wouldn't think twice

seeing you walk in
and out of the hangar.

That's wildly speculative.

DNA evidence isn't.
What DNA?

Yours.

Found on the coveralls
you were wearing

when you sabotaged
the plane's cabin door.

You're bluffing.

You don't have a sample
of my DNA for comparison.

We have your sister's.

That's good enough.

You killed five people
on that plane.

It's just dumb luck you
didn't kill more on the ground.

I hope you saved some
of the money you stole,

because you're
going to need it

to hire a lawyer
a lot smarter than you.

Get him out of here.

Okay.

I heard you got your man.

Yeah.

Thanks to you.

Little help from DNA.

You don't see genealogy

as a pure science,
do you, Mr. Russell?

I wouldn't say that.

It is, after all,

a systematic pursuit
of knowledge, right?

Seeking an understanding
of who we are

and where we
came from.

I mean, that sounds
like science to me.

Maybe not pure, but...

Well, if you ever need

a little systematic
pursuit of knowledge,

you know where
to find me.

Bye-bye.

What do you think?

Donna, this is awesome.

My dad is going to love it.

I just love
that your family crest

has an evergreen
and reindeer on it.

It's perfect for Christmas.
Perfect for Christmas.

Anyone ever tell you two

that you're really
very cute together?

But, of course,
you'd want be careful.

Because Ekli and Hojem-Sanders
are both Norwegian names.

They could branch off
of the same family tree.

Which would make you
kissing cousins.

But... probably not.

All right,
I'll see you in a bit.

Cargo plane, San Jose.

All hands on deck.

No rest for the NTSB.

Nope.

So, I guess this is it.

Yeah.

Listen, about my, uh,
dinner offer...

Oh.
It's just that...

...seeing you again

brought back a lot of
good memories, Sara.

Honestly, it's kind of
annoying how great you look.

Thanks.

I'm glad things
worked out for you.

You deserve it.

Give my regards to the Bay.

Will do.