CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 10, Episode 1 - Family Affair - full transcript

M. and Mrs. Decomp?

Till death do they centrifuge.

Yeah, I do know how to read a calendar.

I know when you're due in court.

I just have a backlog of my own here.

Well, when Riley left, it just
kind of took us all by surprise.

She just left us with a hundred
open cases, and we're shorthanded.

But, I'll get to yours as soon as I can.

What is this for?

I am training myself to...

identify different knife wounds.



Do you know how much
ballistics gel costs?

Don't worry. I'm gonna
melt it down and reuse it.

You've had quite the busy summer.

"Advanced Non-Invasive Tissue Imaging".

"Raman Microspectroscopy".

You're already two courses over your
training allotment for the whole year.

Yes, which is why I paid
for them myself, and...

took my vacation time...

to do them.

I know. I like the attitude.

You're now officially a
CSI-2. Congratulations.

Fatality 2 All Units respond, Red Flag

Well, this one'll put you
off driving for a while.

We've got one fatality, and
another circling the drain.



The driver of the SUV's from L.A...

prior DUI.

Why the red flag?

Yeah, it's a lot of press
for a traffic accident.

They're here for her.

Oh, man! That's Olivia Hamilton.

- The actress?
- Yeah.

I just saw her in that pool hustler
movie with Robert Downey, Jr.

I liked her.

No! No! Move! Move! Olivia!

Olivia! Olivia!

Olivia! No! I have to see her!

No traffic cameras.

Typical for this part of town.

What is it, Ray?

Pulverized rubber.

Tire dust.

The driver of the SUV kept his
foot on the gas after he crashed

into the other vehicle.

We got a pulse. This is
one lucky son of a gun.

Let's get him out of here stat.

Looks we may have an eyewitness.

That should add to the circus.

Doesn't really matter
what he has to say.

Everything we need to know...

is right here in front of us.

I'm still learning.
About myself, my craft.

I guess with every new role,

I try and stretch myself
a little bit more because...

I think the minute you stop learning...

you're dead.

There's no scoring and no
horizontal scrape marks on her car.

- Hey, come on, people! Stay back!
- Back behind the line!

And there are none on the
bumper of the SUV, so...

she was stopped when he hit her.

These yaw marks

indicate a gradual turn
through the intersection.

There's no fresh braking marks, man.

This SUV didn't even try to stop.

Maybe he passed out, lost
control of the vehicle.

If he did that, then how'd
he keep his foot on the gas?

Busy morning.

We've got a possible
420 at a weekly on...

Boulder Highway. Greg, you take it.

Are you serious?

You're sending me on a
trash run to a fleabag motel?

- What's the problem?
- Why me?

I mean, there are people
here with less seniority.

- Present and accounted for.
- It's all right.

- I'm happy to do it.
- No, no, that's not the point, Ray.

When your supervisor assigns you a case,

you don't whine about it,
you take it; he knows that.

- Who asked you?
- Nick, I need you over here.

You know better than that.

Greg, why don't you go around
the other side of the vehicle.

Fine.

Captain,

I'm Tom O'Neill.

I handle Denny's security
when he's here in the States.

I know who you are.

You mind waiting outside?

Actually, I'd prefer
to stay with my client.

It won't take long.

So, uh, Denny...

looks like you hit it pretty
hard at the club last night.

You want something for that hangover?

Coffee, water, or anything?

You want to tell me what Olivia

was doing on that road
at 4:00 in the morning?

She was on her way to the set.

She was making a movie.

I see.

Olivia and I, we've been together,

it would've been a year this weekend.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You know, if there's
something we can do...

You can put a bullet in the
head of the guy who killed her.

Mr. Ocampo, let me give
you some advice, okay?

Your father owns a casino.

He probably has a lot of
enemies, so do yourself a favor:

don't make statements
like that in public.

It'll only come back to hurt you.

The film world is reeling

from the untimely death
of Olivia Hamilton.

Her life was cut short

by a car crash early this morning.

It happened on an
otherwise empty street,

and the lack of
eyewitnesses is slowing down

the police investigation.

One cannot overestimate...

- It sucks, doesn't it?
- Yeah.

No wallet, no I.D.

Was probably robbed after the murder.

He's been dead two days, minimum.

Half the department

gets to work a dead hot movie star
in front of the national media,

but we end up on the wrong side of town

in a scumbag incubator

that's good for at least a
couple of these every week,

- wasting our time on a...
- On what?

An old man who gets tossed around
this dump fighting for his life

till he gets his skull smashed in?

Whoever would do this is
worth getting off the street.

- Don't you think?
- Yeah.

Definitely.

Sorry.

Seven Hills Mortuary?

Yep, this one's yours.

That's quite the ghoulish
hobby you got there, Doc.

I'm quite the ghoul.

She had a bit part in a
Sex and the City I saw.

Even then, I could tell
she was going to be a star.

Well, now, she'll never grow old.

C.O.D. was internal hemorrhage from

a transection of the descending aorta.

Classic for a side impact.

Tox?

Preliminary's clean. She was pregnant.

Fetus measured 19
millimeters. Eighth week.

That's long enough for her to know.

Thank you.

It's just not fair.

A loser like that taking the
life of a talented young woman.

I'd be stunned if his BAC
came back under point one.

I could smell the booze on his clothes.

Is he going to make it?

Ah, he's not dead yet, which
is a minor miracle in itself.

His C-2 vertebra was crushed.

Hangman's fracture.

Classic hyperextension injury.

Paramedics said he wasn't
wearing his safety belt.

So the airbag probably hit the
side of his face, twisting the neck.

And somehow the drunk
manages to survive.

Heard from some uniforms that you

guys had a little dust-up at the scene.

It was just a spirited
debate among colleagues.

My team's very passionate
about their work.

Yeah,they're also understaffed
and have been for a while,

which is why I'm adding
another CSI to your shift.

Ugh,Conrad. I don't have
time to train anybody new.

Don't worry.

This one's been around the block.
You're going to get along just fine.

Richard Wilkes had a blood
alcohol level of point one-eight;

he also had GHB in his system to
the tune of 60 milligrams per liter.

Guy obviously liked to party.

Copy that.

Think it's safe to say
his judgment was impaired.

This could be the culprit. Henry...

find out what that is for me,please.

According to the SMDs, Wilkes traveled

3. 2 miles from his last engine stop.

Now,how do you drive that far,

that wasted, and still stay on the road?

Individual tolerances vary.

Just ask Keith Richards.

- Want to take a look at this?
- Yes.

"Dearest Richard, thank you for your
letter. It was so sweet and so real."

Love,always,Olivia."

This wasn't some random drunk accidentally
slamming into a famous actress.

He was stalking her.

The call sheet that we found

in Olivia Hamilton's
car indicates the time

that she was due on the movie set,

along with a map from
her hotel to the location.

The same information was
on Richard Wilkes' computer.

We think he hacked into the film
company's virtual production office.

He knew where she was gonna be
and when she was gonna be there.

In other words,he ambushed her.

Maybe. There are some inconsistencies.

Like what?

The duct tape,the rope,
the knife we found--

all these things suggest that
Wilkes was thinking to kidnap Olivia,

that he wanted to possess her.

His crashing his car into hers
without wearing a seat belt

makes it seem like he was suicidal.

The man was intoxicated.

Well,celebrity stalkers
who kill are driven by

an overwhelming desire to achieve fame

by murdering someone who's famous.

If he killed himself at
the same time as Olivia,

he would've missed his chance
to bask in the limelight.

All right,look,guys, I got a
press conference in an hour,

and I'd rather not say something
I'll have to backtrack on later on.

Did Wilkes intentionally
kill Olivia Hamilton?

- I'd say so.
- I doubt it.

Maybe you should cancel
the press conference.

Well,looks like we got someone
who can clear things up.

Richard... Hey,Richard.

My name is Jim Brass.

I'm a detective.

Do you know why you're here?

I killed Olivia.

Yeah,you did. How'd that happen?

We spoke with the
people Olivia works with.

They said you went by the set
the day before, asking to see her.

She got you booted off the set.

So you get mad and...

you went to an intersection
where you knew she would be.

She rolls up, stops at a light.

"Love always...

Olivia."

What?

Her letter.

She loved herself.

Yeah,right.

This angle is looking
straight down Bridger.

Unfortunately, the crash
site itself is obscured,

but I figured, you know,
see what we can see.

And where did this come from?

A patrolman noticed a camera

on a warehouse about a
quarter-mile from the intersection.

Okay,this is about the time the
accident was reported to 911.

I'll roll it back.

Dr. Langston,these just came for you.

- Shooting Review Board?
- Yeah.

They cleared me.

Good.

Kill or be killed,Ray.

It's a terrible situation to be
in,man. Don't let it bother you.

It hasn't been bothering me.

And that's what's been bothering me.

That's Olivia's car.

That's her,all right.

I'll roll it forward.

Now she's approaching the
intersection at Hasbrook.

Damn,if that camera were just a couple
feet higher, we could see the crash.

Light turns red, she
stops at the intersection.

That puts the crash time at 3:27 a.m.

Yeah... but look at all
the lights on Bridger.

They're all green, except for hers.

So?

So I know that street pretty well.

Those traffic signals are synced.

Her light should be green,
like the rest of them.

What's the white light
on the traffic signal?

That's a confirmation light
for a traffic signal preemption.

Looks like somebody
overrode the normal timing,

forcing Olivia's light to turn red.

Making her a sitting duck.

Tom O'Neill, Guardian of the Stars?

David Hodges. Uh,w-we met at Lavo.

The CineVegas after-party.

You were parting the seas for Tarantino.

Actually,it was,uh, outside of
Lavo. I couldn't get past the rope.

Next time,

you flash this.

- That'll get you inside.
- Thanks.

Always glad to help a brother in blue.

Where are we at with Wilkes?

Oh,uh,yeah,he confessed.

But we're not sold on it.
Something just doesn't add up.

Denny,you okay?

Gentlemen. They're ready downstairs.

David.

Sorry,we are really backed up.

The only way anybody could
change Olivia's traffic light

is with an infrared emitter.

LVPD and fire department emitters

are coded for identification.

Uncoded emitters are against the law.

D.O.T.records confirm that at 3:27 a.m.,

an uncoded MIRT infrared
emitter preempted

the signal at Bridger and Hasbrook.

If Wilkes was using an illegal emitter,

why didn't we find it in
his car or at the scene?

What are you thinking,Ray?

I'll tell you if I can prove it.

Are you a reporter?

I'm from the crime lab.

I heard there are a lot
of reporters out there.

They're all here to talk to me,you know?

Everybody wants to talk to me now.

They've even been
bothering the poor nurses.

I feel so exploited.

They're not interested in
discovering who I really am.

They just want to make money off me.

I watched a segment on TV ...

Your O2 sat is very low, Mr. Wilkes.

Now you're in perfectly
good hands. I am a doctor.

I mean,I was a doctor until I
was forced out of my profession.

It was one of those angel
of death things,you know?

You see,no one really
understood the real me.

Would you close your eyes for me?

- And try to relax.
- Oh,wait a minute.

This will be over in just a moment.

ALS revealed subcutaneous bruising

on Wilkes' torso.

Looks like a seat belt injury.

First responder said he
wasn't wearing a seat belt.

I know. Look, the bruising runs from

his right shoulder to his left hip.

That means Wilkes was
in the passenger seat.

He wasn't driving the car.

The real driver crashes into
Olivia Hamilton, killing her.

I don't think the crash
broke Wilkes's neck.

I think the killer moved a
drugged-out Wilkes behind the wheel,

then snapped his neck.

Killer leaves the scene.

The headline is,
"Stalker Kills Actress."

Which suggests that the killer
knew that Wilkes was a stalker.

Well, he certainly
picked the right nut job.

Even though Wilkes survived,
he still confessed to the crime.

Can Wilkes corroborate any of this?

Oh, he won't. He's too happy
being the new Mark David Chapman.

I really hope you're
referring to Richard Wilkes.

I wasn't.

Vegas Crime Lab Confirms:
Stalker Confessed!

- Where'd they get this from?
- I don't know. You tell me.

- I don't know.
- It's your job to know, Catherine.

Nobody in this lab should
be talking to anybody

in the media about
an open investigation,

let alone one of this profile.

Hey, take it easy, Ecklie.
I'm sure she's not the leak.

- I can defend myself.
- This is a discipline problem, Catherine.

Just get a grip on your people.

I'm beginning to think
Riley was right about you.

What is that supposed to mean?

You didn't read her exit
interview. I put it on your desk.

- What?
- Just read it.

Uh, hi, guys. This a bad time?

Nice to meet you, and I look
forward to working with you.

Thanks. Me too.

- I'll see you later, yeah?
- Yeah.

- So let's grab a bite after the shift.
- Okay.

Sara!

What are you doing here?

You tired of being happy and married?

No, Grissom is
guest-lecturing at the Sorbonne

while we're waiting
for our research grant

to get funded, and Ecklie called;

he said the team was down a man and

he wondered if I could recommend anyone.

And you know, as much as I love Paris,

and my French is actually
pretty good right now,

I realized I miss you guys.

Well, we miss you,too.

So, uh, how's the world treating you?

Oh, you know, still being treated like

the lab tech with the crazy hair.

is the ineffective leadership of...

...There is no team unit...

...poor communication...

It has ten percent of the FDA's

daily requirement for vitamin C.

If you don't have your health,
you don't have anything.

Hodges, who did you blab to?

Nobody in the media, but I did
mention something to Tom O'Neill.

But only in passing and
implicitly in confidence.

I would point out that I had
not been explicitly forbidden

from discussing the case with
law enforcement community.

Memo from my supervisor to that
effect would have been helpful,

not that I'm blaming you.

Don't ever do anything
like that ever again.

Thank you.

I know Richard Wilkes stayed
here. You remember him?

Uh, you know, I guess I recognize him.

You know, he looks like a
lot of guys that stay here.

Sir, please, it's important.
Think a little bit harder.

Are you sure you didn't
see him with anybody else?

No. All I can say for sure is that

he checked out two nights
ago around midnight.

- Paid cash.
- All right, thanks.

Eye-in-the-sky guys delivered
some surveillance video.

Good.

'Cause the manager confirmed Wilkes
stayed here, but that's about it.

Hey, looks like he managed
to make himself a friend.

Is that...

That's Tom O'Neill.

Talking to Olivia Hamilton's stalker

a little over three
hours before she died.

It's funny he didn't manage
to mention that to anybody.

Little lie,big lie. What
if O'Neill was the driver?

If O'Neill was driving, then how come
he didn't get so much as a scratch

from the airbag opening up in his face?

Well,rolling the dice. That's
a,that's a different way to grieve.

He has the right to
grieve any way he wants.

- Now if there's any more questions...
- Actually, I have questions for you.

Sure no problem. Hang in there, kid.

Did you know that Olivia was pregnant?

- Yes.
- You didn't mention that before.

It's none of your business.

We spoke to Olivia's production office,

and they told us that
you would ride to the set

with her nearly every morning.

Why not that morning?

I wish I had.

I was gonna give her this.

When I heard about the incident on
Olivia's set, I put a tail on Wilkes.

I found where he was staying.

Olivia Hamilton wasn't your client.

A threat to her was a threat to Denny.

So I went and had a
little chat with Wilkes.

If you don't leave
Olivia Hamilton alone,

I'm gonna go to that aerospace
plant where you polish the floors

and I'm gonna show Mr. Segal.

That's right. I know your boss's name.

I'll show Mr. Segal my card,
and I'll tell him to fire you.

He'll ask me why.

And I'll say because you're
a stalker and a psycho.

And then he'll fire you.

Then I'll go to my cop friends,
and I'll get a restraining order.

And when you violate it--
because sooner or later you will--

I'm gonna throw your ass in jail.

I impressed him with my sincerity,
and he agreed to leave town.

I walked him back to his room.

I helped him pack,

and I put him in his car and I
followed him to the I-15 on-ramp.

Watched him get back on the road to L.A.

Apparently not for long.

You can understand why I
didn't tell you all this before.

No, I understand.

You lean on a guy, the guy flips out,

kills your client's girlfriend.

That can't look good on your resum?

I-I couldn't afford the hit.

I got six hungry bookies to feed.

Oh, yeah, sure.

what's in the bag?

Workout stuff. I was at the gym.

11h30 at night?

Crazy hours I pull, you grab

a little cardio whenever you can.

Well, let's just see if that's true.

I assume you had a warrant for that?

Oh, sure, we're professionals.

Mr. O'Neill, I have to say that

your hotel suite was very impressive.

The Ocampo family clearly
values your services.

Now why are you carrying
around this helmet?

I use that for a tactical
driving course I teach.

And

can you tell me what that
white powdery substance is?

We are testing it, of course.

Here's my prediction.

It's airbag dust.

Tactical driving, you bump
into things. Airbags go off.

They also go off when you
ram a young woman's car

and crush her to death.

Now, maybe Denny loved
Olivia. I don't know.

But I bet his father in Macao didn't.

Not with Denny's record.

Another pregnant bimbo, another

multimillion-dollar settlement.

Mr. Ocampo,who pays your
salary, who finances your...

Flamboyant.

lifestyle,

I think he asked you to find
a more cost-effective way

of dealing with the
situation, and so you did.

Too bad for you Wilkes
already confessed.

I want a lawyer.

Hodges confirmed that the
dust we found in the helmet

was airbag talc.

Which only puts O'Neill in half

of all cars with airbags.

He's guilty,Catherine.

Okay,how are we gonna prove it?

I don't know yet, but we will.

I like his attitude.

Reminds you of you?

I checked companies
that sell Murray emitters

against O'Neill's
credit card statements.

No joy. He could have his own emitter.

The old ones aren't coded.

So what's next?

Sara,I know that you walked into
some fireworks in the break room.

What,Ecklie? Please.

No,I just read Riley's exit interview.

She had some harsh things
to say about my leadership;

that the team's fractured;

that it lacks cohesion because of
me because of my managerial style.

I don't know. I-I admit it.

I admit that things are
different since Grissom left.

Well...

it's like...

when a great baseball team
loses its clean-up hitter,

suddenly everybody's swinging for the
fences and nobody's playing small ball.

You're using a baseball analogy.

Apparently, part of being married

is attempting to share in
your spouse's interests.

Okay. That's a weird side of you.

I know.

Look,you still have a lot of
great players and some new talent.

Maybe you just need to
reshuffle your lineup.

English,please.

You are a great CSI,Catherine, and
you know how to manage your team.

The only thing Grissom
had that you don't...

is you.

Oh,God.

Hello? Excuse me,excuse
me. Hey,hey,stop!

What the hell is going on here?

Security!

Security!

- You okay?
- You okay?

On you feet.

Settle down!

The doctor said both of
our people are stable.

Good.

Okay,I got the van's plate
number out on broadcast

and Ecklie's handling the press.

Any idea who they were?

Well,they're not morticians, no
matter what their IDs say, and these...

are Russian mob tattoos.

Which means we're going
to get a lot more out

of him than we will out
of any of the survivors.

The IDs looked legit so

the security guard let them
in through the loading dock.

They snatched the body. When they tried
to leave the same way they came in,

they found the doors blocked
by a double-parked truck.

So they found another way out,okay.

But why risk breaking
into a lab filled with cops

to steal Olivia Hamilton's body?

They didn't take Olivia Hamilton.

They took my bum? But we
don't even know who he is.

Well,clearly they do.

Hey,guys,you're not
going to believe this.

The DNA from your John Doe just came back
with a parental match to an open case.

That bum is Olivia Hamilton's father.

All units be advised,

suspect vehicle in the lab break-in
was recovered on Westcroft Drive

at mile marker 214, Mount Charleston.

Oh,no. This doesn't look good.

Well,so much for Olivia
Hamilton's father.

It might not be him.

You,uh,care to rethink that?

According to James
Hamilton's medical records,

he was a diagnosed schizophrenic
prone to violent outbursts.

Olivia Hamilton was his only child,

and she did the best she
could taking care of him,

but he was in and out of institutions
and on and off the streets for years.

Now from what I can tell, their
relationship was never made public.

It's a minor miracle she was
able to keep it out of the tabs.

That might have been about to change.

We found these shots
on O'Neill's camera.

Recovered JPEGs from the SD card.

They were taken in front of the
weekly where James Hamilton was living

two days before Olivia Hamilton's death.

We got O'Neill's financials.

Like we figured,Denny's father,
Mr. Moneybags from Macau,

pays his salary.

One week ago, O'Neill receives
an unusually large deposit--

a hundred grand-- wired
from an Asian bank.

Maybe paying him to break
up Denny's latest romance.

O'Neill shadows Olivia,
trying to dig up some dirt.

Follows her to the
weekly where she meets up

with this very strange old man.

He could be a drug dealer. Who knows?

But it looks like the perfect
material to incite a break-up.

- So he takes a couple shots of them.
- But he's curious.

So he goes to the room to talk to
the guy and see what the story is.

Hamilton freaks out.

They fight and O'Neill
ends up killing him.

Now O'Neill's a
murderer-- under stress.

And a delusional stalker
provides him with the perfect way

to get Olivia out of
Denny's life permanently.

It's reasonable. But
it's just speculation.

We can't nail O'Neill for either death.

The only reason O'Neill
would risk stealing the body

is if he believed it could
somehow implicate him,

which means there has to be
evidence on the body or in the body.

James Hamilton swallowed something
when O'Neill beat him to death.

Greg found clothing fibers in his teeth.

We're looking for this cufflink.

If O'Neill knew what happened, why

not take the body right then and there?

He didn't know, not until he came
here and saw James Hamilton's body.

We've been separating
metals and inorganics. So...

Here,this may be it.

We got him.

Las Vegas Police have
arrested Tom O'Neill,

a bodyguard often seen protecting
the biggest celebrities,

including Denny Ocampo.

Funny thing is, the father's
death was probably an accident.

But Olivia was premeditated.

Irritates me that we weren't
able to get him for that.

But you know what? We know
what he did and so does he,

and he can spend the
next 20 years of his life

dreaming of his perfect crime.

Think of it like busting
Al Capone for tax evasion.

How did you now he
was going to be hungry?

It doesn't really matter.

They go after crickets no matter what.

I think the chirping annoys them.

That's not my spider,dude.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

Is that... Little Stevie?

Oh,he's been missing for years.

I'll have to let Sara
know so she can tell her...

- husband.
- Husband.

- Hey,Nicky.
- Yeah.

- You got a sec?
- Yeah.

What's up?

Oh,something that's long overdue.

I don't tell you enough,Nicky, but
I couldn't do this job without you.

Okay. Love you too,Catherine.

I am promoting you.

You are now assistant
supervisor on grave.

All right. Thanks.

Please have these FI reviews
on my desk by tomorrow night.

What's up,Doc?

Well,just business as
usual, I'm delighted to say.

This gentleman has been in
the cooler for a couple days.

Joseph Bigelow. No known address.

Apparently,spent most of his
time downtown in the streets.

No signs of trauma.

My guess is his ticker probably
decided to call it quits.

What the hell is that?

I was hoping you'd tell me.