CSI: Immortality (2015) - full transcript

Thank you.

I haven't spoken to her

about the case, but she's

come in here

voluntarily, so...

please treat her with respect.

Of course.

RUSSELL:

Dr. Kessler,

thank you very much

for coming in today.

Obviously, we have

a lot of questions for you

about the bombings.

And hopefully I can

provide answers.

SIDLE:

I'll start, Dr. Kessler.

As much as I'd like to roll out

the "voluntary" red carpet,

and welcome you here

to your own bombing party,

I can't find it in my bones

to overrule my gut,

so I'm just gonna ask you

the obvious question.

Are you or are you not

behind the bombings?

Your hostility connotes jealousy

and resentment.

It doesn't suit you, Sara.

You know what,

I'm not in the mood, Heather.

I'd like you

to answer my question.

And I'd like some more tea.

RUSSELL:

Dr. Kessler, we'll get you

some more tea in

a moment, but...

I do have a question for you.

I came here to clear my name.

Ask away.

At your residence, our CSIs

found a lot of blood

in your living room.

Not a drop of

it was yours.

Can you explain that?

I came home after a long day

and was surprised

by an intruder.

(both grunting)

And you didn't

bother to call the cops?

No.

After the death

of my daughter Zoe

and the vehicular murder

of my granddaughter Alison,

I've lost all faith

in law enforcement.

WILLOWS: What about the

look-alike in your home?

The lady who blew up

in your car?

I don't know who she was.

I assume whoever's framing me

sent her in to send Sara

on a wild-goose chase.

The only one sending us

on a wild-goose chase is you.

You only have your claws out

because of

the intimacy between

your ex-husband and I.

Now who's being hostile?

Needle away, Sara.

After all,

I've been on both sides

of the pricking.

All right, okay.

Clearly my presence here

is distracting. I'm out of here.

(door opens, closes)

Ma'am...

you mentioned

being framed.

Could that have

anything to do with

the missing client tapes?

Sara found three months

of mini cassettes

missing from your office.

Do you think

whoever's framing you...

Yes.

How else would

the bomber know about

the gambling and mental issues

of my patients?

WILLOWS:

Just breathe, Sara.

She's only trying to

get a rise out of you.

And the more you let her get to

you, the more control she has.

I know.

I-I'm sorry, I...

I lost my cool.

Damn it.

Don't beat yourself up.

I don't feel the way

you do about Grissom,

and I want to kill the bitch

with my bare hands.

I'm a woman;

I know it when I see it.

So does she.

Remember that.

I'm going back in.

I shut down

my practice the day

my granddaughter died.

The second she left this world,

I lost everything that I ever

cared about.

I couldn't go on.

I gave my patients three months

notice and I retired.

Is that why

you sent your patient

into my casino?

To enact revenge on the world?

You told Grissom that you were

the one behind the bombings.

I am.

Is that a confession?

I'm not implicating myself

as the mastermind

behind the bombings

or the bombers.

My suspicion

is someone is framing me,

and may be a former

Red Room client of mine.

I just don't know who or why.

Can you provide a list of names?

Of course I can.

That's everyone.

All 13 gold key members.

May I?

HEATHER:

What are you doing?

The blood found

in your home was male.

I'm eliminating

the female suspects for now.

Oh.

May I?

Why are they

eliminated?

They're dead.

Heart attack, aneurysm,

drug overdose, cancer.

That leaves five.

In your opinion, do you think

one of these five men

is the mastermind

behind the bombings?

I do.

So...

...who are you?

That's my I.D. card.

I'm a mechanic at McCarran

International Airport.

We're the 11th-busiest

airport in the world,

with over a million

surveillance cameras.

Mr. Schember,

do I have your consent

to swab your mouth

for a DNA sample?

Oh, yeah.

MAN:

♪ Ah... ♪

(carrying note)

Mr. Wittington,

I'm all done, sir.

Mr. Territo,

you can open your mouth,

or I can get a court order

to get your DNA another way,

but I don't think

you're gonna like it.

How are you gonna...

Thank you. Next!

I was her first client,

you know... Lady Heather.

Congratulations.

Open up, please.

When she got you

into her bed,

you didn't want anything else.

You want to do me

a favor?

Open your mouth and shut up.

Thank you, Mr. Rooney.

Thank you.

May I ask you

a personal question?

Please.

How long have you

been in that wheelchair?

For as long as I can remember.

Negative.

None of the five suspects' DNA

matches the blood we found

at Lady Heather's.

It's a dead end.

GRISSOM: Well, you won't

be able to hold 'em.

SIDLE: No.

Just came from the hospital.

Brass is gonna be fine.

Giving the nurses

hell, of course,

but keeping them entertained.

(chuckles)

Hey, you.

What you got there?

You going somewhere?

Me? No.

It's Mr. Grissom's.

Uh, did you

forget your luggage?

I found it outside

the front door.

That's not mine.

It's not?

It says your name on it.

Bomb!

Everybody out! Now!

OFFICER:

Everybody!

(mechanical whirring

in distance)

♪ ♪

Is that a human body?

PHILLIPS:

W-Wait a minute, Doc, hold up.

I think there's

something in his mouth.

What is that?

It's a micro SD card.

"SD" as in secure digital.

This is what you guys

found inside the cadaver?

Mm-hmm.

What in the world is that?

RUSSELL: Looks like some form

of digital identity

concealment.

MAN (distorted):

If you're watching this video,

I want you dead.

If you're not dead,

you've been kept alive...

for the purpose

of psychological torture.

Human heads will

rip off shoulders.

Bones will snap

and fly from flesh.

Innocent blood

will stain and spill.

Casino man and teacher lady...

were just the beginning.

The grand finale

is specifically designed

for you.

I have DNA results on torso man.

A curious name popped up

in CODIS. Do you guys

remember a man

named Jacob Wolfowitz?

He was convicted of killing

Lady Heather's

daughter years ago.

He's also the man that

Lady Heather almost killed,

until you intervened.

(groans loudly)

Heather! Stop it!

Let me finish!

(grunting)

You cannot do this!

(crying):

Please.

I'm saying stop.

(gasping, sobbing)

It was Wolfowitz

in that suitcase.

Wasn't he sentenced

to life in prison?

ANDREWS: Well, he's out.

Well, half of him, anyway.

So, clearly, somebody out there

is obsessed with Lady Heather,

and by the looks

of what we found

in the suitcase...

somebody might be obsessed

with you, too.

WILLOWS:

Hard at work, I see.

I am.

Drawing sea creatures.

Whales and sharks.

Metaphor for Vegas,

if you think about it.

Whales bring the money in,

the sharks take it away.

Whales are bigger

in size and stature,

but they're

the submissive.

Sharks are smaller, but they're

by far the more dominant.

I think someone's out there

playing the dominant,

but he's really the submissive.

Okay.

Listen... (clears throat)

I need a favor.

The new girl... she's having

a bit of a rough one.

She thinks she let you down.

I was hoping

you might be able

to help her process

the suitcase,

give her a little

of that Grissom TLC?

She could really use it.

I'd rather not.

I'm quite content here.

Where did that girl

come from, anyway?

My vagina.

You don't recognize her?

Grissom, that's Lindsey.

That's my daughter.

RUSSELL: Oh, look at that.

I got an ear.

I got an ear!

Wait. Did I... did I hear

you right? You got an ear?

Yeah, come here. I got a...

yeah, I got an ear.

This stuff's amazing.

Whoever sent this video

was using homemade software

to swirl the image, right?

So, pixel

by pixel, I've been trying to

reverse the digital concealment.

It's like, uh, unscrambling

scrambled eggs or something, but

I-I got an ear.

And we know

that our bomber is Caucasian.

SIDLE: From what we can surmise from

the partially reassembled photo

and the auditory voice analysis,

the person in the video

is Caucasian, 40's maybe.

We also believe that

the gender isn't female.

Are you clearing me?

I'm clearing you from being

the person in the video.

I've not ruled you out

as a suspect.

But you're not here alone

without Grissom

to show me a marbled face

and shoddy audio.

You're here for another

reason, aren't you?

I'm here,

based on what I've shown you,

to ask you if you have

any idea who's behind this.

(sighs deeply)

I've had thousands

of clients and patients

come through my domain

throughout the years.

Any one of them

can be after me

for a million

unforeseeable reasons.

I'm not talking

about you, Heather.

This is about Grissom.

Why would one of your clients

or patients be after him?

If you're not behind this,

then help me.

Help him.

You're scared for him,

aren't you?

I am.

Do you love him?

I do.

I believe you.

You should.

Do you?

Do I what?

Love him.

No.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

That's the way, Lindsey.

It's all in the wrist.

What's our motto?

Too much dust, the

evidence may rust.

Dust too lightly,

it acts impolitely.

Hmm.

I got another one for you.

Mm-hmm.

Evidence may bare,

even if rare.

But it's what's not there

that gives you a scare.

That's my favorite one yet.

Hmm...

Wow.

I think

I might have one for you.

Go ahead.

I think I found a clue

to thicken the plot.

What doesn't belong...

is "X" marks the spot.

LINDSEY: Hey, I know

what those numbers are.

Latitude and longitude.

Hmm.

Clever girl.

You want some company?

I'm good, Mitch.

(door creaks open)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Dr. Grissom,

meet Mr. SynDaver,

the, uh, latest craze

in the medical industry.

These, uh,

synthetic cadavers

were all the rage last year

at the surgeons' conference

held in Boston.

They allow doctors

to perform surgeries

without having to

use real bodies.

I prefer the real dead bodies.

Me, too.

(buzzing)

Ow!

Don't move, Doc.

(buzzing)

Sorry, my little

Apis mellifera.

Good work, Doc.

Hmm.

So what do you think?

Cell phone towers?

Insecticides?

(buzzing)

I mean, for you guys

to bail on your queen like that,

leaving her to fend for herself

in the company of immature bees?

No wonder

colony collapse disorder

is an issue in your hive.

Hi.

I was talking to the bees.

Shocker.

I heard you were in here.

I thought maybe

you could use some help.

I'd love some.

I miss working

side by side with you.

You and the bees.

Question is, how did

the bee get in the cadaver?

I bee-lieve, Mr. Bee...

rest in peace...

hitched a ride from the woods.

Taxonomy came back.

Insecta, Hymenoptera,

Aprocrita, Apoidea...

Andrenidae.

A mining bee.

Forest area,

Mount Charleston.

GRISSOM: Sniffer bees.

(buzzing)

The world's greatest

bloodhounds.

So, you've already trained

the bees with nectar,

and each color-coded jar has

its own individual recipe.

And we place the open jars

into six different regions

on Mount Charleston,

so we cover the whole forest.

Okay, kids, take

these and place them.

Caps off.

Use the maps.

Follow your maps exactly.

Now, all we have to

do is paint the bees

to match the color region,

so we know where they've been.

Green... northwest

part of the forest,

orange... southeast

part of the forest.

Once they're painted,

we simply bid them adieu,

and the search is on.

When we release

the colored bees,

their first priority is to

separate and find their nectar.

While in flight,

they naturally inhale

everything in the forest,

so when they return

to their colored boxes,

we can test their hives

for the presence of humans

in high elevations.

So, if we get a hit, we'll know

exactly where to look.

First time for everything.

GRISSOM:

Excellent.

Well done.

Catherine...

the swirl image...

it wasn't designed

just to conceal the face.

It has friction ridges.

It's an ulnar loop.

No, no, this is

a hidden fingerprint.

♪ ♪

(buzzing)

Hey. Orange is back.

Orange is region six.

Man, they're fast.

(rapid beeping)

(electronic chirp)

Human presence negative.

So he's not

in the southeast corner.

We can eliminate that region.

Five more to go.

(taps keys, computer beeping)

(buzzing)

Hey, green is back.

(rapid beeping)

(electronic chirp)

(computer beeping)

Oh, my.

Here you are.

(buzzing)

GRISSOM: Red's here.

(rapid beeping)

(electronic chirp)

Finally, we got a hit.

Red, human presence.

Region two.

7,500 feet elevation.

That's steep.

Top of the mountain.

Due north,

Mount Charleston.

Could be a hiker.

Yeah.

Could be a killer.

WILLOWS:

I got here as soon as I could.

Still searching.

(computer blipping rapidly)

It worked. We got a hit.

Sara interrogated

that guy.

He's one of the five

gold key suspects.

Greg, grab Morgan.

We're heading out.

We got a name and residence

of the bomber:

1475 Coven Gardens Road.

I'll meet you there.

WILLOWS:

Suspect's apartment is clear,

but we have reports

of suspicious activity

in the parking garage.

(car alarms blaring)

(alarms continue blaring,

horns honking)

You seeing this?!

The timers are synchronized.

We have less than five minutes

to figure this out.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

WILLOWS: Dispatch, we are here

at the Maggadino Apartments

off of Coven Gardens.

The entire garage

is rigged with explosives

on timers.

The building is fully occupied.

We are in grave danger.

Repeat, we are in grave danger.

OFFICER: Hold your fire!

He's wired!

Dalton Betton?

How is that possible?

Mister Grissom.

His DNA wasn't a match.

I push this button,

your friends die.

I pull this cord,

we die.

Finally...

I have all the power.

I hate to break it, but we don't

have time for the bomb squad.

This is our problem now.

What kind of bomb

is this?

SANDERS: Daisy chain bomb.

If one goes off,

they all go off.

Not to mention,

there's enough C-4 in here

to take down

this entire apartment complex.

Look, the only way out of this

is we cut the wires

at the same time.

We each have to take a car.

Cut on my verbal command.

If we're a millisecond early or

late, the bombs will detonate.

This building is filled

with civilians.

We can't walk away from this.

This is all

or nothing now.

Do or die. You with me?

Yeah.

(car alarms blaring)

Mr. Betton,

the illness you're concealing,

is it cancer?

Lymphoma.

If one leaves his blood

in Lady Heather's house

while undergoing

stem cell treatment,

changing the genetic

complexion of his DNA,

does that make him

two different people?

Scientifically,

I have two genetic makeups.

Your cheek swab

will tell you that.

Philosophically,

I sent those people in

to do my dirty work.

All for the purpose

of coming face-to-face with you.

WILLOWS:

Four colors here.

Orange, yellow, red, black.

Red, black.

Okay, we've got

less than two minutes!

I want you to carefully take out

your wire cutters

and steady the blades

around the plastic coating

of the red wire!

I repeat,

the red wire!

Ticktock...

ticktock.

What do you want?

His life.

He ruined her.

He took her away from me

the moment he stopped

Lady Heather from killing

Wolfowitz.

I was the first client.

I was the first man

she slept with

in the dungeon.

And then you came along

and you turned her heart.

She quit role-playing

because of you.

She quit her practice

because of you.

She quit me...

because of you.

And now...

everything Heather and I

once had

is gone.

You can't lose something

you never had, Mr. Betton.

Lady Heather never

slept with you.

She never slept with any of

her clients or her patients.

But you've been emotionally

attached to her.

Haven't you?

Question now is...

how attached are you

to that bomb?

(scoffs)

All right, listen to

the sound of my voice!

We snip on "one."

I love you guys!

(shuddering sobs)

Counting down from ten...

nine... eight...

seven...

Oh, shoot! Oh...

six, five...

Got it?

Yeah.

Two...

one!

Boom.

Your friends are dead.

I don't think so.

You see,

I know about bombs.

I know about oceans, too.

There's a great

mammal in the ocean

known as the

52-hertz whale.

All year, he practices

his love song for the female.

Travels thousands

of miles to find her.

But when he finally gets

the chance to serenade her,

she doesn't give him

a call back.

Why?

His love ballad is sung

at 52 hertz,

a sonic signature

one note higher

than the lowest sound of a tuba.

The average female hears

at ten to 15 hertz.

So she never hears his song.

They call him the lonely whale.

And year after year,

for a hundred years,

he works on a new love song

and never, ever gets

a call back.

Eventually, he dies off,

forever alone...

...heart breaking.

But you've been

calling out, too.

You've been calling out

for Lady Heather's love.

(gasping sob)

But she's not

calling back, is she?

And the frightening part,

for you, is...

she never will.

(gasping sob)

Don't.

You don't have all the power.

Do you?

Go ahead.

Pull it.

(cries, sniffles)

(sobs quietly)

(sobbing deeply)

Honey, it's okay, it's okay.

We did it. We did it.

Okay.

Good team.

Yeah.

Ah, Jules.

Wherever I go, you go.

(knocking on glass)

Heading out?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm...

not one for big good-byes...

cakes, candles and hullabaloo.

Well...

I'm not one

for good-byes, either.

Which is why I'd like

to put my hat in the ring

for that director position.

I mean,

if Sara doesn't take it.

Really?

Yeah, I'm coming

back home.

Vegas is in my blood.

I have my daughter Lindsey.

And just... so much of what

my father left behind

is here.

Not to mention those

two little girls

who don't have anyone.

All reasons to come back

where I belong.

Home.

And you are heading

east, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

Opportunity knocked.

Never too late to start

a new chapter, as they say.

Nice.

So...

can I help you

carry anything?

Uh, no, actually.

I-I got it. Um...

Everything that's

in my mind and...

and in my heart

is right here in this box.

ECKLIE:

Okay, okay,

one more, one more.

MAN: This way, Sheriff.

WOMAN: Got enough. Thank you.

Great, great. Thanks, guys.

Congratulations, Sara.

Thanks, Conrad.

Mm.

Talk to you later.

MAN: You guys might

like that one better.

MAN 2: Good work, sir.

MAN 3: Congratulations.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

I never thought

I'd see this day coming.

But with D.B. out...

You deserve it.

Vegas is lucky to have you.

The oceans are lucky

to have you.

Ironic, isn't it?

I'm the one that

always wanted

to get out of Vegas,

and you're the one who thought

you would never leave.

Yeah.

Well...

So...

I hope you find what

you're looking for out there.

Bye, Gil.

That's it.

We're done.

Thanks for your statement.

The D.A. may

ask you to testify, but

that's entirely up to you.

Sure.

Whatever helps.

Heather...

(sighs)

...before I get

back on my boat...

...I wanted to thank you.

Thank me for what?

When we first met, I-I...

had a shell around my heart.

I'd lost my belief

in humanity.

The only truth I...

I knew was empirical science.

I-I just wanted

to thank you for...

...opening my heart.

Through you,

I learned to love someone.

Sara?

She restores my faith

in the human being.

Plus...

...she helped me with

my crossword puzzles.

She's been my

best friend.

I'll miss her.

For the rest of my life.

LINDSEY:

Hey, Sara,

front desk asked for me

to deliver this.

It's the videotape

of Lady Heather's

final interview

before Grissom released her.

Oh, great.

(wry laugh)

Thanks, Lindsey.

I... watched

the whole interrogation.

Uh, I learned a lot.

Especially the end.

You should watch it.

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