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I heard you got some head.

Just came in. How'd you know?

I arranged house seats for David to see Celine, so
he pages me the minute you get anything perishable.

Sellout.

Oh ... formaldehyde.

Yeah, it fixes tissue,
but it destroys DNA.

No ID through CODIS.
Quite a bit of leaf litter.

Puncture wound above the orbital plate.

That looks like animal activity.

Heavy decomp. It's going to be... virtually impossible to determine time of
death. This neck wasn't severed. It was disarticulated. No skill involved.

Oh-oh. I take that back.

That took skill.

The unkindest cut of all.

There's more plant material
here than geological.

Hair roots and scalp
are relatively clean.

So the vic wasn't buried?

You tell me.

I will. Leaves and needles and dirt
- that's as good as a map.

- Any idea when Grissom'll be back?

- Nope. It's going to be a while.

Jackpot, Nevada. Where the hell is that?

Order's up, sweetie.

- Good morning. I'm with the
Las Vegas Crime Lab, and I ...

- Good morning. I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and I ...
- Hey, Alan! This guy's here about the head.

Bet a wolf got him.

There's no wolves around
here dumbass. Bears.

Ten bucks says satanic cult.

Lieutenant Alan Brooks.
This is my brother Leland.

How do you do? Gil Grissom,
Las Vegas Crime Lab. May I?

Have a seat. Things must be pretty slow in
Vegas to get one of you guys out here so quick.

Well, the Elko County Sheriff made the request.
We were happy to respond. It's an interesting case.

Mmm, not particularly.

It was probably some hiker or transient
who got lost, took a badluck fall.

Must have been a heck of a fall.
His head's in a plastic jar.

Listen, I filed the report. I sent in the head. Five'll get you
ten, there's not much left of that body out there but coyote turds.

Look, nobody from this community's been reported missing. And I
just don't have the resources to go searching for what might be left.

Well, you do now.

There'd better be a whole
lot more of you out there.

Have a good one, Marty.

Lieutenant, the preliminary autopsy revealed a single, straight, 2-inch cut on the victim's
jaw. It was a blade mark. So, there's not just a body out there, there's also a killer.

Of all the plant life gathered from the head, the conifers are the key. The one on the left
- abies zasiocarpa. The one on the right is picea engelmannii, engelmann spruce.

Spruce and fir trees.
Typical mountain forest.

Typical for 9,000 feet above sea level. The wood fragments are either
cottonwood or aspen. And aspens only grow in areas that have been cleared.

Fire, roads or ... logging.

After a major forest fire, manzanita
bushes grow like weeds for decades.

No manzanita leaves here.

Which means that the head was on a damp north-facing slope, at
least 9,000 feet up, cleared, but not recently exposed to fire.

Grissom.

Is the service actually bad out there
or are you just keeping your phone off?

I'm sorry. I should've called.

This trip wouldn't have anything to do
with you ducking case reviews, now would it?

How can you think that? You wouldn't mind
taking care of those forms, would you?

Oh, your job, my pay. Why would I care?

I'll make it up to you.

Yeah, you had better.

Hodges ID'd your leaf litter.

Good. Thanks. I owe you one.

Trouble with the wife?

Yeah. She hates it when we're apart.

So your dog found the head?

Well, Tripper's not exactly a Chihuahua. Goes where he
wants, comes back for dinner. Sometimes he brings dinner back.

Tripper! Come on, buddy, dinner.

Oh, what is it this time,
a rabbit or a possum?

Is he okay?

Well, he got a little lethargic after chewing on that
head. Took him to the vet, ran some tests. He got better.

I just want to keep him that way. Where there's a head there's
got to be hands and feet, and sooner or later, he'll dig 'em up.

Or what's left of 'em. No offense,
Sylvia, but he's not exactly a scent hound.

All animals can smell rotting flesh. Studies have shown that when domestic pets bring back human body parts, usually the remains are within a half
- mile radius.

They do studies on that?

It occurs more than you think. Have you
noticed any buzzards or vultures around?

- All the time.

- All the time.
- Thanks.

So, are we done here?

- This slope faces north, doesn't it?
- Yeah.

You know that old expression, "heads will roll"? It's true
- especially downhill.

Barry, drop the doughnut.
You're gonna earn your pay today.

Afraid you're gonna trip over something?

I'm hoping. Bodies make good fertilizer. You
often see fresh, greenshoots near a gravesite.

Must be nice to know the
answer to every little thing.

I prefer questions actually.

And I don't, I suppose.
Remember that waitress, Doris?

She's got an ex-husband likes to smack her around every once in a while. High school's got a dozen meth- heads
who like boosting motorcycles and then drag racing 'em down main street, when they think nobody's watching.

Fire chief's a closet pyro, and so forth. See, I don't
have a lot of time to ask questions about buzzards and such.

- That's an aspen tree,
in case you were wondering.

- That's an aspen tree, in case you were wondering.
- Lieutenant! Over here.

Step away from there, would you
please, fellas? Don't disturb the scene.

Carabid beetles. Second instar maggots.

Formica obscuripes.

Let me guess. You like bugs?

Yeah, I do. They're perfect.
They always do their jobs.

This body's been here 4 to 7 days.

How deep would you say
this hole is, Lieutenant?

I'd say about 4 feet, depending
on ... how he's stuffed in there.

Takes a fair amount of dedication to dig
a hole this deep up here, don't you think?

Unless the killer had help.

Maybe.

It's like you said: he was cut.

This blood's not from a cut. The drops imply directionality.
The stellated circles imply... perpendicular impact.

This spatter is in direct line with the
victim's carotid. It's arterial spurt.

Are you saying he was
alive when he was buried?

I think that the cut we found on his
jaw ... was a lure to draw predators.

This wasn't just murder. It was torture.

Hey, Einstein, we're going
to stand here all day or what?

You'll have to be patient, Lieutenant.
The scene hasn't been released yet.

You know, this may be a variation on an old native American form of punishment. The body
was bound and buried up to its neck. Tree sap was poured over the head to attract ants.

Punishment for what?

You see? That's a good question.

It's about time, Dale.

You are the coroner, I presume.

Mr. Grissom. Dr. Dale Sterling. I
sent you the head. How can I help?

Well, we can't touch the
body until you authorize it.

He's dead. You're authorized.

- Thanks, Doc. That's nice
work. Can we get it out now?

- Thanks, Doc. That's nice work. Can we get it out now?
- There may be evidence in the gravesite. We need to preserve it.

Okay, so what do you want to do, call your lab?
Have them send the right gear, the right guys, what?

The site's already been compromised. We'll make do with what we have here. Now, for
each foot of dirt that's removed, go on a separate bag. I'll sift through it later.

All right. Out of the
way, Doc. Pardon me.

Hold on. Make sure your shovels don't
get within 6 inches of that body.

Can we please get on with getting
him out of there? We're losing light.

I was in the 99th percentile on the MCATs. I
could have gone to med school. I chose to be a vet.

Well, veterinary school's harder to get into than
medical school. That's not what I was looking at.

This is you and that gal from the diner.

Doris. We were married. High
school sweethearts. Didn't work out.

I know how to cut. I could ...
I could do the autopsy righ there.

Only a licensed pathologist can perform an autopsy. All
we're allowed to do is search for evidence on the body.

And then what?

Then it goes to Vegas. Tonight.
We'll need someone to drive the body.

Barry, it's your lucky
day. Get your car. Come on.

Our medical examiner will send you his report. You'll need
to sign the death certificate as to cause and manner of death.

No wallet... and no ID.

- What have you got there?

- What have you got there?
- Well, I'm not sure yet.

No ligature marks.

- Well, he wasn't tied up?

- Well, he wasn't tied up?
- Apparently not.

- Well, no one just lets
themselves get buried alive.

- Well, no one just lets themselves get buried alive.
- Well, maybe the killer had a gun on him.

Well, you can't dig a hole and hold a gun
on an unbound victim all at the same time.

Well, maybe the hole was dug earlier?

That would imply premeditation.

Or more than one killer.

Maybe the victim was drugged.

Sylvia Rogers' dog got sick after
chewing on the victim's head, correct?

That's right.

Did you do blood work?

I sent it off to a lab in Reno.
Still waiting for the results.

Call the lab. Have them do a full
drug and tox panel on the blood.

Maybe whatever was in this
man's body is also in the dog's.

Hold on a second, fellows.

Say cheese.

Oh, what the hell was that for?

Souvenir.

Why, is that French for 'evidence'? Straight
drive, Barry. Stay out of the casinos.

You got it, boss.

You boys have a good night.

Man. It was one hell of day.

You need a place to sleep?

I need a place to work.

Did I miss a memo or something?

Oh, no. Grissom's on a safari.

He's got you pushing his paperwork, huh?

Oh, no. I'm trying to avoid that. His headless D.B. had a Western
LVU bookstore receipt in his pocket. Grissom just unraveled it.

Really?

Wow! Some of these books are a hundred bucks a pop. Tuition, plus room and board
- that's at least another 10k.

You got to have money to
go to college these days.

Yeah, well, I missed that boat. So, most of
these are freshman textbooks. Core curriculum.

Well, that's at least 2000 students. Maybe
you'll get lucky with the victim's prints.

Oh, wait. Hang on. "Chiaroscuro Theory and
Technique". It's a sophomore-level fine arts text.

Freshman in a sophomore course?

Narrows the field.

Actually, we're here about your roommate,
Ross Jenson. Do you know where we can find him?

I actually haven't even seen him since last Friday. I had Weezer
tickets, and we were supposed to go, but... he blew me off.

Gone almost a week. That's normal?

Yeah, he's an art student, you know. He
goes off a lot, and for days sometimes.

I've been studying my ass off for this American
History midterm, but feel free to have a look around.

That's not mine. I
don't know what that is.

Relax, buddy. This is a
homicide investigation.

Are these Ross's shoes?

I don't know.

What do you got?

Aspen leaf. A little piece of the countryside.
Has Ross spent a lot of time up in northern Nevada?

Yeah, he liked the scenery up there.

We're gonna have to take that computer
and a few things back to the lab.

Yeah. Came in here last week. Handsome
boy. Nice clothes. Just passing through.

There's fried chicken, me ...

Coffee's about all I can handle right
now. Maybe some other time, okay?

Guess you weren't his type.

- Wasn't he the guy driving that gutless little four
-banger?

- Wasn't he the guy driving that gutless
little four-banger? - What kind of car was it?

Don't know. Kid's car. Something to drive around the
city. It's no good for hills. Black, or blue, maybe.

- Lieutenant?
- Yeah.

The victim was on his way out of town. We know
he didn't get very far. So where's his vehicle?

Anybody here seen a black
or blue mystery vehicle?

Well, I'd say that
car's long gone by now.

If the killer was a local, he could
have ditched the car somewhere near here.

Do you have a local suspect?

It's a theory.

- And like any theory, it doesn't mean anything unless you can prove it.
- Yeah.

May I borrow this?

- The victim was last seen here, right?
- Yeah.

We found his body here.

This is the only way out of town. The killer
had to intercept him somewhere along this road.

Knock yourself out.

Hey, doc, I need to use some of your medical
supplies and make a telephone call. It's local.

Uh ... okay.

Did you tint these windows yourself?

May be not the best job in the
world, but it does the trick.

- Do you have any tinting film left?

- Do you have any tinting film left?
- Think so.

- May I use it?

- May I use it?
- Okay. I'll have to go check.

- Oh, good, the police.
I'd like to report a crime.

- Oh, good, the police. I'd like to report a crime.
- No kidding?

Yeah, my vehicle was broken
into and my field kit was stolen.

That's going to cramp your style.

Not necessarily.

Would you keep an eye on this for me?

Sure.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

- Kip.

- Kip.
- Sheriff.

Listen, why don't you come on by
and fill out a report about that kit.

You think that would help?

It wouldn't hurt.

I found the victim's car.

Well, I am impressed. Where was it?

It was ditched in an
old barn up in the hills.

I know you don't have any men to spare, so I called the highway
patrol. They're sending troopers up there to secure the site.

Oh, well, nearest station's in Elko.
Should take 'em a couple hours to get here.

Well, that should give you
enough time to burn down the barn.

You're gonna just stand
there, or are you coming in?

- Oh, I don't want to disturb the scene.
- You carry on.

Shame to see so much work go to waste.

What does that mean exactly?

Well, unless you've managed to improvise yourself
a warrant as well, this is an illegal search.

This barn had been broken into, which makes it a crime scene, even
without the murder victim's car inside, so I don't need a warrant.

Who owns this place?

Nobody. Owner died a few years ago.

Well, then who's
responsible for the property?

His nephew. Marty Cooperman.

Runs the gas station.

Is that who you're protecting?

Hey, you think you can fix this window?

Yeah, I think I can fix that.

You know that kid that got murdered? We found
his car up in the hills. In your uncle's old barn.

Oh, I haven't been up there for years.

That's understandable.
It's hard to get to.

Not too many gas stations around
here. You must do pretty good business.

Yeah, I got the only pumps
for 23 miles. I do pretty good.

You know, the victim's car was full of gas. So you
must've seen him, right, even though you said you didn't?

I can have your window fixed in a couple hours,
Mr. Grissom, and then you can get back home.

I think you should do that.

Grissom.

Everybody in Sleepy Hollow still
drawing a blank on the victim?

More or less.

Well, then somebody's lying. Ross Jenson was having a relationship with someone
in jackpot. Greg traced a series of romantic I.M.s from your victim's computer.

Greg did?

Yeah, he knows stuff. Pretty hot, too. Sounds like he was in love. Brass
is still working on a court order for the name. You ever coming back?

Hopefully.

Ms. Willows, this came
for you, certified mail.

Oh. Thanks, Judy.

Just got the blood test results back from Sylvia's dog. There
were traces of GHB in his system. I thought GHB was a party drug.

It is. It's also a powerful sedative. Could be what was used
to subdue him. You know anybody in town that would use this?

Uh, weed and speed are the
drugs of choice around here.

Hey, Doc, take a look
at the scope, will you?

I found some hair in
Ross Jenson's shirts.

That is cat hair.

Tricolored. Probably ... abyssinian.

You wouldn't happen to have
any abyssinian patients?

One.

Ah. Here she is. Isis.

Her owner has allergies.

He needed an aggressive,
short hairmouser.

Excuse me, Lieutenant. We need to talk.

So talk.

Privately, please.

Just call them.

What?

Ross Jenson was having a romantic
relationship with someone in this town.

And you can you prove that?

Yes. I believe he was up here visiting that person. I found cat hairs
on his t-shirts. From an abyssinian cat. The kind your brother owns.

Just what the hell are you saying?

- Does your brother live alone?
- Yes.

- Is he gay?

- Is he gay?
- That is nobody's business.

- I realize that, but it's
relevant to this investigation.

- I realize that, but it's relevant to this investigation.
- No, he was married. He has a kid.

- Was married?

- Was married?
- She left him flat, ten years ago. So, what?

Look, whether you like it or not, Leland is a suspect. But you already knew that. I'm
giving you an opportunity, Lieutenant. So far, you're only guilty of being a good brother.

Get in.

What are you worried about?
You do have a gun, don't you?

Look, just give me a minute with him.

Hey, Bubba.

- Leland. We need to ask you a few ...

- Leland. We need to ask you a few ...
- What's he doing here?

Never mind him. You and
I need to have a talk.

You're gonna keep
Leland in there, right?

Yeah, until he's ready to go home.

He took at shot at me, and
he tried to kill himself.

That's not the way I saw it. FYI, Leland's
always run pretty hot. Now, that's no secret.

As a matter of fact, back in high school he and Marty Cooperman played football together. One Friday
night, after a couple of beers, Marty started busting on Leland. And Leland just busts him back.

And I helped. And we fractured
Marty's leg in three places.

So I should be grateful that
you showed restraint with me.

No, I didn't do it for you.

A man shouldn't go through
life ashamed of who he is.

What is this?

A way to get you to talk to me.

Well, I didn't come here to
talk. I came to give it back.

Not enough?

You're a murderer.

Not in the eyes of the law. You look good,
Mugs. How's Lindsey? She likes horses, right?

Lindsey's none of your business.
You keep her out of this.

I'm her grandfather.

Yeah, well, nothing I can do about that.

Catherine, it's just a
gift. You need the money.

And the next time you stab one of your showgirls and you
need CSI to cover it, I'm supposed to help you out, right?

Take a good look at me. Plenty of fresh air,
sun on my face. You think I need your help?

I don't need your charity.

You know what your problem
is? You enjoy making life hard.

You're lucky Lindsey's too
young to understand that.

Cash it, or tear it up. Do whatever you want. I have one son in jail... another in the
ground. I never did right by your mother. But I'm damn sure going to try to do right by you.

Hey, Catherine ...

Hey. What's up?

A possible inconsistency.

Hey... you have a phone call.
Line two. I think it's your wife.

Thanks.

Hello, dear.

The day Ross Jenson left Vegas, he used MapQuest
to get directions from his dorm to jackpot.

Well, that makes sense. From what I've been able to
gather, this was his first and only visit up here.

Well, that doesn't make sense. He was involved with someone in jackpot for several months.
There were traces of aspen leaves in his dorm room closet. I just assumed he'd been there before.

Well, if I believe this was his first and only
visit, how do we explain the leaves in his closet?

He has a roommate.

Does the roommate have a name?

Yeah, his name is... Eric Brooks.

Eric Brooks?

Oh, yeah, that's Leland's boy. You
guys're gonna tell him about his dad?

Did you know your father was having a
sexual relationship with Ross Jenson?

My dad's not gay.

Was Ross?

We never talked about it.

Were you in Jackpot,
Nevada last weekend?

No.

Ross Jenson was... visiting your dad. We
found his car ditched in a barn outside town.

We got your fingerprints from a former ROTC commander of yours,
and... they matched a print that we recovered from the steering wheel.

He let me borrow his car all
the time. We were roommates.

That's right. You don't own
a car. You ride a motorcycle.

Yeah. So?

Could I see the bottom
of your shoes, please?

Well, that's an unusual wear pattern. Matches the
shoe print we recovered from the barn near the vehicle.

Put a lot of miles on
your bike. It shows.

You were there.

Eric must've known for a while.

How did you intend to keep the
relationship from your own son?

I've been hiding it my whole life.

You knew.

Yeah ... I figured you'd
tell me when you were ready.

I saw you with Ross. I
stopped by here last weekend.

You and he were taking a walk.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- You got nothing to be sorry about. Nothing.

Lee, it turns out Eric ...

- Mr. Brooks, your
son killed Ross Jenson.

- Mr. Brooks, your son killed Ross Jenson.
- That is not possible.

According to the evidence, it is.

We tested the thermos
and found traces of GHB.

You used Ross' drugs to subdue him.

It's a long drive from Jackpot to Vegas. You
knew he'd stop for a refill before he left town.

Eric never could deal with
the fact that his mother left.

And she just wanted a husband.

All I wanted was a family.

People in town... they said my dad was "different." But he wasn't. He
was just lonely. And Ross totally used that to ruin him. It was all Ross.

That why you drugged him? Drove him
into the woods? Put him in a hole...

Where are you taking me?

... buried him up to his neck ...

... cut him ...

What are you doing?

- Why didn't you go the distance? Why
didn't you finish him off yourself?

- Why didn't you go the distance? Why didn't you finish him off yourself?
- Because I wanted him to suffer.

Because he was in love with your father?

Or because he wasn't in love with you?

I don't suppose that
comes with a warranty?

Nothing around here does, Mr.
Grissom. Thanks for the business.

Hey, Marty.

Does he ever talk to you?

Not one word since high school.

Listen, when we found that torso in the hole, on the crest of that hill
... I recognized the kid's shirt, and I knew he'd been with Leland, so ...

So you assumed your brother
was capable of murder.

Didn't even ask him what happened.

Questions, remember? Not asking them is what
got everybody in trouble here in the first place.

You don't keep any secrets, Mr.
Grissom? Not even from your wife?

I used to. I'm trying to change.

It's a bitch. Have a good trip.