All language subtitles for CSI.Crime.Scene.Investigation.s02e13

Hear that
lonesome whippoorwill

He sounds too blue to fly

The midnight train
is wind ing low

I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Hey, you need a lift?

So, where you headed?

It's not where I'm headed.

Welcome to Good Springs.

Long drive.

I know it's out
of your jurisdiction,

but your name
is on the tape.

Where is he?

Inside.

We left the recorder
where we found it.

Anything else?

Victim's wallet.

Thank you.

You bet.

Pete Walker,
California.

Date of birth:
August 17, 1957.

That's got
to be the work

of Paul Millander.

What do you think
brought him back out?

The rain?

Hasn't changed
his M. O...

kills men
whose birthdays

are on the anniversary
of his father's murder.

In descending order...

first victim
was August 17, 1959;

second victim,
August 17, 1958;

this guy, 1957.

Ready for this?

I have a pretty good idea
what it's going to say.

My name is Pete Walker.

I reside at 715 Lady Del Sol,
and I'm 44 years of age.

I'm going to kill myself.

I'd like to say "I love you"
to my mother.

I'm so sorry. I never wanted
to put you through this.

I just can't do it anymore.

Happy birthday, Mr. Grissom.

Isn't your birthday
in August?

August 17, 1956.

Hey.

Is it true?
Millander?

Yeah, it's true.

Gunshot, suicide script,

leaves the body
in a bathtub.

Paul Millander.

Remember
the first victim? Royce Harmon?

Stuart Rampler, second...

And now...

Pete Walker.

Grissom, Catherine briefed us
about your birth date.

Yeah, what's up with that?

Coincidence.
Make anything

more of it, gives Millander
more power than he deserves.

We work together; he can't
outsmart all five of us.

Yes, he can.

Plan of attack... split up.

Nick, take the tape over to AV... break it

Warrick, Sara...

examine the perimeter.

We need to know
how he got in and got out.

We'll stay with the body.

Thanks.

Big night.

Rain washed away everything.

What I got will never
hold up in court.

Well, I got
some mud prints.

Check these out.

This is the point of origin.

They stop at
the warehouse threshold.

He must've taken off his boots
before he stepped in.

Only one set
of prints...

Check out the depth of the impression

He carried the body in.

The extra weight explains
the deeper impression.

Shoot it.

Cath, come here.

Take a look at this.

It's not lividity.

He's got stippleing
on the side of his face.

From what I can tell, he was shot once
in the chest.

Unburned gunpowder
wouldn't plume this way.

No entry wounds
near his face.

I'll have Robbins
check for leaks.

Maybe he can find
a hidden bullet.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

I got something.

Hello, Dolly.

Dark hair,
12 inches.

Female?

So, another
victim...

or an accomplice?

My name is Pete Walker.

I reside at 715 Lady Del Sol...

First things first.

This tape was not
recorded in the warehouse.

There's no auditory echo.

Contained quarters.

Yeah.
A car, small SUV.

The tape was an inch
from his mouth.

Sibilant pops
bear that out.

Helps that the killer uses
hi-fi mini cassettes.

Picks up
everything ambient.

Let me get rid of the wipers.

What is that...
that "whir" sound?

I don't know yet.

But... recognize this?

Oh, yeah. Willie Hank's
"Don't Pay the Ransom."

I'll contact the local country and western

get a time and tape
on when the song aired...

establish a timeline.

What else?

Now, here's
where it gets funky.

Watch my sensor levels.

My name is Pete Walker.
I reside at...

See how the color wands
gravitate towards the bottom
right corner?

Mm-hmm.
There's an auditory imbalance.

From what? A blown speaker?

A blown left speaker.

Sounds like the driver's
side one blew.

Pulling all of the sound
bottom right.

Now, if that were true,

the victim may have been sitting in the

What does that get you?

Millander was driving.

I believe hitchhiking
is illegal in Clark County.

Yeah, you got me.

Came with the car

along with the registration.

The R.O.'s our vic...

Pete Walker.

Who flag ged it?

Nevada State Patrol.

So, this
is Walker's car.

Millander
was hitchhiking.

Guy stops
to do a favor...

ends up dead.

Yeah, but how
would Millander know

that the guy
who'd pick him up

had a birthday
August 17, 1957?

There's the
initial bullet hole.

No other leaks.

Died from a single gunshot wound
to the chest,

just like the others.

The others didn't
have stippling

on the side of their faces.

Unburned gunpowder doesn't
change direction and stick.

Unless...

he turned his face away
from the gun.

Not likely, due to the origin
of the facial burn.

Nobody misses
from this distance.

True.

I think this might be

intentional

I-I-I call it

"Good Versus Evil."

He's telling me he's going
to show me both sides.

I found some G.S.R.

Nice.

That's why Grissom
didn't find a bullet.

It went out the window.

It went
out the window.

I'm so sorry.
I never wanted

to put you through this.

I just can't do it anymore.

I've lost hope.

I'm going to call Nick,
tell him we found out

what that unidentified
whir sound was...

the window going down.

Your planted hair is full
of information.

It's got a complete follicular tag.

Well, the vic had
light brown hair,

so we know it's not his.

Could be
Millander's.

Well, that's
impossible.

The amelogenin
on the follicle

came back XX... female.

So, back to that again.

Another victim,
or an accomplice?

Yeah, but what decade?

What do you mean?

Look under400-X.

The tag cell
is aged.

So Millander planted
an aged hair?

But, once exposed,
the tag

would dry up and fall off,
especially in transport.

Not if he nurtured it...

kept it in a freezer.

That would work.

Okay, so what's he

trying to tell us?

That he used to kill women?

Maybe just one.

Grounds?

I don't know yet.

Is this the car
the guy was killed in?

He was killed
in the warehouse...

and don't sneak up
on a person like that.

Now you know how I feel,
like, ten times a day.

So what's this
Millander guy's thing?

He saw his dad killed
when he was a kid

over some money dispute.

Ends up killing
guys himself.

Check that out.

An eight digit number
with a dash.

Pep Boys receipt?
Dry cleaning tags?

Well, whatever it is, it happened during the

Paper only burns itself
into plastic

in high levels of heat.

So what kind of paper item would you

in the heat of summer?

Something
you didn't want.

Or something
you had to keep.

Powwow.

Later.

Nevada State Patrol
found the victim's
vehicle here.

Found the body
in Good Springs here.

Warrick and I
found stippling

on the passenger-
side seat back.

We were thinking
Millander posed
as a hitchhiker,

overpowered Walker,
and then faked a
gunshot in the car.

I put a call into three area
country and western stations.

Got the FCC list
for each.

During the time of the victim's
suicide recording,

KWV had Willie Hank's
"Don't Pay the Ransom"

playing from 1:47 a.m.
To 1:51 a.m.

And what time was
sunrise this morning?

5:13 a.m.

So that's about
a three hour window.

He was racing
daylight.

So, in that time, he had
to get the recording,

and get rid of the body.

Made the recording in the car,

killed him in the warehouse.

No, he carried him
into the warehouse.

Yeah?

Mud prints...
one set in, one set out.

Are we sure he didn't kill him
in the car?

He was shot in the warehouse.

He was incapacitated in the car.

Okay, how?

Grissom, you want

to add something
to this?

Yeah. None of it matters.

It's one
of those few cases

where physical evidence
isn't helping us much.

I mean, put it in context.

The victim's birthday is always
on the anniversary

of the murder
of Millander's father...

staged like his father's death.

A planted hair,

a planted
fingerprint...

it's all biographical.

He's using the evidence
to tell us a story.

Hey...

Peter Walker,
our victim,

worked for Cinema Road Services
in Valencia, California.

Drives the newly released
film reels

back and forth to Vegas.

Drops off the new reels
every Tuesday

for Friday's release.

Brings the old one back.

Drives the same route
all the time?

Yeah, according
to his mileage log.

Did Walker have
any kind of record?

Pretty much a Boy Scout

except for a speeding ticket.

Speeding ticket?
How long ago?

July 2, last year.

Summer.

909987-23...

Pete Walker.

Excessive speed.

July 2, 2001.

Walker's birth date's
on the ticket.

August 17, 1957.

Run the other two vics.

Royce Harmon.

Employment...
Dinners Delivered.

Need a car for that.

What about
his driving record, Jim?

He drove himself right out of a license.

Try Stuart Rampler.

There's a few tickets.

Last violation...
excessive speed, June, 2000.

So what's the commonality?

Besides birth dates.

Besides birth dates...

All the tickets were written by the same cop.

Excuse me.

Officer Yarnell?

Yeah.

My name's Gil Grissom,
with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

May I ask you how many
speeding tickets you issue a day?

Why is it any
business of yours?

You wrote tickets to three
people who ended up dead.

You think I had
something to do with it?

Look, I'm a good cop.

I protect and serve.

I even go to court
on my days off.

You mean court dates
for speeding tickets?

Yeah. Sometimes,
believe it or not,

people actually
contest them,

and I'm there fighting
it tooth and nail.

Court.

Yeah.

In fact, I just responded
to a challenge this morning.

Always the same judge?

No, there's three
traffic court judges.

Session's
about to start. Why don't you go bother

All rise.

Honorable Judge Douglas Mason
presiding...

Municipal Court,
city of Mulberry,

state of Nevada.

You may be seated.

Gil.

Excuse me, Officer.

I'm with the Las Vegas
Crime Lab.

I need you to arrest
a murder suspect.

Where's the suspect?

Judge Mason.

His real name
is Paul Millander.

You don't want
to do this.

Sir, please take a seat.

Officer, this man is not who he's
pretending to be.

Take a seat now
or I'll have you

removed from this courtroom
and charged with contempt.

He's wanted in
Clark County
for murder.

You are now in contempt
of court. Bailiff?

Come on.

I apologize
for the disruption.

Let's proceed.

You may be seated, miss.

You can leave
this court

when it has concluded
its business.

Or find yourself in contempt
along with your friend.

Where are you from?

You know where
I'm from...

and I know who you are.

I'm not who
you think I am.

Local police have
been out here twice

this past year
about this man... Paul Millander,
is it?...

every time his story's
in the paper.

I've heard
I look like him.

Identical.

You've heard
of the Doppelganger Syndrome?

That every person is supposed
to have an exact double

somewhere in the world?

Do you believe in it?

Never been proved.

A Swiss neurobiologist

recently published papers
supporting its viability.

Brugger, I think his name is.

Stands to reason
this Millander

is my doppelganger.

The monkey wrench for you

is that we're both here
in the state of Nevada.

Well, you know, we could
always do a DNA test.

You know, if you
keep that up,

people are going
to start calling
you crazy.

Guard.

I trust you won't go near my courtroom

Before you go back
to Las Vegas,

why don't you
come to dinner?

I tell my wife
stories about my day,

and this one she may
need to hear in person.

6:00.

That's my address.

We live right here
in Mulberry.

Any chance
he's got a twin?

A doppelganger,
evidently.

Do you have your
mentholatum?

Why, you getting a cold?

No.

The judge just got sloppy.

Thanks.

Ah, fuming.

I'll lift it

and get it to the lab.

Go ahead and take
the Tahoe. Call me later.

I'm going to dinner.

Greg, did you look
at the female hair

from the crime
scene tub?

When you say "Jump,"
I say "How high?"

I found testosterone
in female hair.

Postpubescent
female hair.

Well, men and women
both have testosterone

No big deal, right?

Well, this is.

This testosterone's
endogenous.

What? What do you mean?

Like outside the body?

Injections. Supplements.

So our mystery lady was trying
to enhance

her athletic performance?

Or increase her sex drive.

You know women do that.

I read.

None that I've ever met.

Not yet anyway.

Okay, I'm not sure

what this means yet, but thanks.

Mr. Grissom?

I was admiring
these rain boots.

Please come in.

You have a lovely home.

We like it.

May I ask how long
you've lived here?

We bought the year
we adopted Craig,

so that would be '92.

Craig, what did I tell you
you had to do

when our dinner guest arrived?

Hi, I'm Craig Mason.
Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Craig.

Want an I.D. Tag
for safety?

Craig's school is sponsoring

an identification program for students.

Parents get one, too.

Can't be too safe out there,
can we, Mr. Grissom?

No, we can't.

Hungry?

That reminds me, Doug.

Be sure to tell Mr. Grissom

where you bought
your rain boots.

He was admiring them earlier.

Was he?

My husband's
only hobby

is driving around the state

looking for bargains,
rain or shine.

And I tell him,
"You're a judge now.

We don't need bargains."

To which I reply,
"Old habits die hard."

Truth is, I think
he just enjoys his private time.

Dear.

As a judge, I don't want

the outside world privy
to my private life

because they'll use
it against me.

You'll be safe now.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Grissom.

You're never going to believe

who Judge Mason's
fingerprints match.

Judge Mason.

As printed when he was sworn
before the bar,3

Nevada State Municipal Court.

Okay.

Thank you.

My prints came back sound.

Douglas?

As I told you
earlier, dear,

Mr. Grissom has confused me with a very

I left him fingerprints
so that he could confirm

that I am
who I say I am.

Uh... I have to get back
to my lab right away.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for
a lovely dinner, Mrs. Mason.

Craig.

Your Honor.

I don't care
what the computer says,

that guy is Paul Millander.

Yeah, we know that.
How do we prove it?

We have to
disprove
this Judge Mason.

Birth certificate...
was he born in Mulberry?

Well, that's the
first thing that
Brass looked into.

Apparently,
the records building
burned down in 1982.

Burned down?

Ruled arson.
No suspects ever found.

So Judge Mason has
no birth certificate.

How convenient.

Man, this guy plays way out in front.

Here's some good news.

Brass went to
the new records building

looking for anything
on a Millander.

Found current
property-tax accounts.

In the name of Paul
and Isabelle Millander.

Mm-hmm.

Isabelle Millander?

We're with the
Las Vegas crime lab.

Are you here
about my husband?

That happened
over 30 years ago.

It's our understanding

that your child witnessed
your husband's murder.

Thank you.

My child was only ten years old.

So brave to testify
against those men.

But it didn't matter.

The judge ruled it a suicide,
and those men went free.

I hope we're not interrupting.

It looks as if you're expecting
someone for dinner.

I always set an extra place for Paul.

Your son?

My husband.

My way of

being together.

Those are from
his best years.

He started a company
out in Hollywood

in the 1930s.

Halloweird.

Movie makeup. He used himself

as a model.

He made hand molds and masks...

Like a one-man
company.

May I use your bathroom?

Last door down the hall.

Would you
happen to have

any of his work still?

I kept only what's
most sentimental.

Might I take
a look at it?

Almost childlike.

Our child made it.

It's an ashtray?

My husband used his own hand
to imprint the center.

May I?

I wonder what this green discoloration is.

I was often curious about that.

I could take this back to the lab and analyze

I promise
to bring it back.

Okay.

What are you doing
in my daughter's room?

Oh...

I have
a daughter myself.

I was admiring

the old clothes.

She's beautiful.

She died.

I'm sorry.

When did she die?

A long time ago.

A lifetime ago.

What about your son Paul?

I think it's time
for you to go now.

Mrs. Millander

we're just trying to clarify...

Please?

So, Paul Millander
killed his sister.

It's plausible.

It's not provable...

yet.

No, you were right.

The substance is
Microcil-like,

but it's really
old-school... alginate.

The book says
that, uh...

makeup people
used it up to the '70s

to make molds
and impressions.

It's green, hence the "algin"

in "alginate."

We sold 10,000
of those units last Halloween.
Even used

my own hand
for the mold.

These were his father's prints.

He was plant ing them
as if they were his own.

The guy's pretty shrewd.

Every murder
comes back to a dead man.

Greg, if I refer to Millander as smart, it's one

but I mind if
other people do it, okay?

Got it.

What have you got on the hair
Catherine recovered?

Processing it next, sir.

Find me.

Did I miss something?

It's a kid's fingerprint from the baseball

Clear.

Concise.

Anonymous.

Brass found no prints
from little Pauline...

no birth records,
no death certificate.

I'm going to use the prints from the only
other kid who

Here come de judge.

Ridge analysis proof.

Judge Mason
is...

Paul Millander.

It's...

It's Greg.

Come on.

Okay.

The hair you found in Pauline
Millander's bedroom...

two X chromosomes...
female.

You didn't beep
me for that.

Well, Sara had me compare it to the hair

They're a
perfect match.

DNA identical.

So her brother
planted it?

Well... not exactly.

Yeah, he planted it.

He planted his own hair.

Millander.

It's a female hair.

With endogenous testosterone.

Pauline was taking
male hormone injections.

Why?

My theory? Sex change.

You know, when I
was back at the house,

I saw several
photographs of Pauline

and nothing of Paul.

In fact, the only proof of Paul is a hidden

There is no birth or
death record for Pauline.

Paul killed Pauline.

But he didn't murder her.

So that's what
you've been hiding?

That your daughter
is now your son?

Pauline went away, and came
back a very strange man.

And I wouldn't let him stay here... not like

Mrs. Millander, we believe

that your son has
murdered three people,

and that he's living
under the assumed name

of Judge Douglas Mason.

I need your permission
to collect some hairs

from Pauline's bedroom
for use in court.

We took this hair from your childhood

when you used to be Pauline.

They told my parents

I had
an "endocrinic ambiguity."

My chromosomes said female,
but my body wasn't that sure.

The doctors told my
parents to raise me

as they saw fit.

Unfortunately, they disagreed.

So, uh...

You were a girl when
you were inside the house,

and a boy when you
were out in the world?

I managed.

Until...

that night.

A boy...

could
have saved his father.

You did what you could do.

You testified
against them.

Do you see the man who killed your father

Y... Yes.

They went free.

And you started to identify with the

Why are you smiling?

I am...

comfortable...

sharing this with you.

My, uh...

My mother wouldn't hear it.

Against her wishes, I...

I cut off my hair.

Started wearing big shirts.

Big boots.

If I got tough enough...

no one would ever hurt me.

I went to the clinic...

and became a man.

Sexual reassignment.

Not just a man, though...
a judge.

Doesn't get much
more powerful than that.

But none of it solved your problems, did it?

Or else you wouldn't
have killed three innocent men.

I have a warrant
for your DNA.

Identity is so
fluid, you know?

May I?

See you in court.

Aren't you wondering about your birthday?

August 17, 1956.

No.

Why I didn't kill you,
since you were next?

No.

I've already picked

my next victim, if you're curious.

It doesn't matter, Paul...
you'll be in jail.

Next up,
People v. Landry.

Are all
the parties present?

What is going on?

I thought Millander
was supposed to be
arraigned at 8:00.

This is just
ridiculous.

I mean, you'd think they'd make an

This guy's telling me that Millander is

Pro pers are always last on the docket.

A clean-cut guy
in a suit...

no one looks too close.

He must have
got a fake I.D.

He had
my
I.D.

You going home?

Yeah. They know
where to find me.

I reread the
backgrounds of Millander's victims

I think that
he slipped up.

You know how
every victim
read the suicide note...

Well, Pete Walker
had no mother.

He never slips up.

My name is Paul Millander.

I'm 46 years of age,
and I'm going to kill myself.

I'd like to say "I love you" to my mother,

I'm so sorry.

I never wanted
to put you through this.

I just can't do it anymore.

I've lost hope.