CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 1, Episode 10 - Sex, Lies and Larvae - full transcript

Isn't it great
to get back to nature?

You want to set camp here?

We can camp
on the moon.

Just give me
the shovel.

Chill, chill.

You got paper?

I have what I need.

Oh, my God!

Angie?

Angie!

They're...
they're everywhere.



What the...?

That's a person.

Hey.

Hikers found her.

Looks like a gunshot
to the head.

Did you find a weapon?

No.

I hate bees.

Just paper wasps.

They're having
too much fun to
worry about us.

I never get used to this part,
you know

when the bugs get going.

Just doing what
God intended...

...recycling us back
to the earth.



Yeah?
Hey, Officer

can I borrow some
of your hot coffee, please?

Sure.

Preservation.

John...

Paul...

George...

Ringo.

Beetles.

No alkali fluids
in the dirt

so she wasn't killed here.

Whoever dumped her

must have been
in a hurry.

Didn't take the time
to bury her.

What do you think?

You got any of that beef jerky
you're always gnawing on?

You can eat?

I want to keep
these little fellas alive.

They're our first witnesses
to the crime.

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Cath, you want
some coffee?

Please. Cream with some
of that fake stuff.

There's nothing good
to eat around here.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Hey, how's the body
with the bugs?

How do you know
about that already?

Hey, don't look at me.

We, uh, played a hunch;
checked with Homicide.

You were late.

What do you have for us?

A Paul Sorenson...

Missing since last night.

Last seen at home
of Richard Zeigler

in-- ooh-- Summerlin.

Summerlin... rich folks.

Warrick, you can work
this with Catherine.

Don't you have a
court date coming up?

Yeah, the DA asked me
to testify on chain of custody.

I could do that in my sleep.

Listen, juries need
to have confidence

in the evidentiary,
process, so work
with Catherine

and break off
when you have to appear.

Yeah.

Bye.

Good luck.

Bye.
See you.

Need help with your homicide?

No. Sara's going
to work with me.

You get a missing person.

Sheryl Applegate.

Her husband notified
the police that
she took the car

and headed to L.A.,
but she never showed up.

A few hours ago, PD found
her car at the bus station.

They requested a CSI.

She took the bus instead.
Case solved.

Hopefully, you're right.

But, until
she's located

treat her car
like a crime scene.

Is everything okay?

You've been quiet
all night.

Yeah.
I got a call earlier today

from Child Services

asking about
you and Lindsey.

I don't believe this.

They told me
they'd notified you--

some investigation--
that Eddie had made
a charge or something.

Yes. He's pissed off

because I won't let him
back into my life

so he sics
Child Services on me.

I never expected they were going
to talk to my friends.

Well, what
did they ask?

What did you say?

Well, I...

Hello.

Hi.

Sir, we're with
the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

We're here
about a Paul Sorenson.

I'm Richard Zeigler.
Cops told me you were coming.

Here, please, come in.

Thank you.
Thanks.

Well, this is, uh

where the Sorenson
was displayed.

Sorenson is a painting.

Paul Sorenson was an artist.

Early 1900s.

How dumb are we?

What's he know

about the
forensic analysis

of a friction ridge?

Right on.

I think
I may have surprised the guy

while he was stealing it.

I came downstairs to read

and I heard a noise.

By the time I got to the room,
he was gone

but the door was open.

Why don't we dust for prints?

Mr. Ziegler,
one more thing.

What about

the security alarm?

Somebody disengaged it.

You thinking

what I'm thinking?

Oh, yeah. Inside job.

So... was it a disaster
with Child Services?

Disaster?

What do you mean?

Well, my job
does take me away
from my daughter.

Nobody knows that
better than you.

Yeah, but you think
I'd say that?

Well, not
intentionally.

They just, you know,
know how to ask questions.

Are you finding anything?

We're working on it, sir.

Your young woman
from the mountains.

Do we know
who she is yet?

I gave her prints
to Homicide for ID.

There's the blanket
she was wrapped in.

Whoever she is, last day
on earth was not pleasant.

.38 caliber gun,
flush to the scalp.

Shot clean through,
right to left.

Bullet out
the other side.

Stellate pattern
and beveled wound

confirms the proximity
of barrel to scalp.

No question this was
an intimate killing.

Full of sound
and fury

signifying what, Doc?

I took these.

Let's see
what we have.

Fracture to the nasal bone,
orbital bone, mandibular...

All facial fractures.

Typical for battered women.

These aren't fresh, are they?

The old fracture lines indicate

this woman was in a long-term
abusive relationship.

Any idea
how long she's been dead?

The elements
really got to her.

Grissom and his insects

are going to have
to figure that one out.

Have we lost you,
Grissom?

"The worms go in

"the worms go out

"the worms
play pinochle

on your snout."

Shakespeare again?

An old nursery rhyme.

A very special insect,
Dr. Seuss?

A muscid fly--
typical only in urban areas.

But you found her

in the mountains.

How many people have
access to your home--

keys and security code?

Just my wife and my
two sons and, uh...

my daughter.

Can you get them all here?

They might be able to help us
with evidence.

Hey, Catherine

check this out.

You see that?

Helix, antihelix, helix rim,
tragus, antitragus.

I think the thief

must have pressed his head
against the wall

to check
if the painting was wired.

Come on. An earprint?

Hey, a jury
convicted

a first-degree murderer

based on a print
just like this

two years ago in Washington.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'd like to see that one
on appeal.

Well, photograph and lift.

We'll have someone
to compare it
to soon enough.

Okay, bear with me.

I mean, you're
one of ten guys
in the country

that understands
this stuff.

I think there's at least 15,
but go on.

What don't you get?

Insects arrive

at a corpse
in a specific order, right?

Like summer follows the spring.

And you can pinpoint
time of death

based on the type and age

of insects present
on the body?

I watch the insects mature

from eggs to larvae
to adults

and then count backwards.

Linear regression.

How old are those
creepy crawlers?

They're not done maturing yet.

Oh.

But when they are, I'll be able
to tell you how old they were

when I found the body.

Which will tell us
when the woman died.

I ID'd her body through AFIS,
and located her husband.

Let me guess. Downtown?
The Fremont district?

You know,
I'm not even going to ask.

Synthesiomyia Nudiseta
is the Latin name.

It's a muscid fly.

Only breeds in urban areas

but Grissom found
one on our girl

which means
she was probably killed downtown

and then carried
into the mountains.

Well, the neighbors heard
a gunshot

at their apartment
five days ago.

The "grieving"
husband...

His name is Scott Shelton.

What was her name?

Kaye screamed at me a lot,
that's for sure

but I didn't kill her.

In fact, I was
out of town last week

at a convention.

Yeah, in New Orleans soaking up
the gumbo. You told us.

When was the last time
you saw your wife?

Five days ago.

When I came back from my trip

she was gone.

And you didn't think
to notify the police?

I keep
my personal business private.

If Kaye had
left me again,
I wasn't going

to broadcast it.

So this
neighbor lady

who told me that
she heard a gunshot

and a woman scream
inside your apartment...

What, she just
imagined that?

It was probably our TV.

Mr. Shelton...

did your wife drive race cars?

You're kidding me.

No.

The two most common causes

of facial trauma
in adult women:

motor vehicle accidents
and domestic violence.

These are your wife's X rays.

Every face and neck fracture
your wife has sustained

over the last six years
is highlighted.

Kaye can get wild.

If I came home
late with friends

I've wrestled her off me.

I admit that.

Three complaints against Scott
for spousal abuse

in the last two years.

Kaye was excitable.

Like I said

I've wrestled her
off me

but I never, ever laid
a hand on her.

How about a gun?

You have your hands full
with her.

So do you.

We're going
to investigate
your apartment.

Do we need a warrant
or are you going to play nice?

Come on over.

I've got nothing to hide.

We'll be the judge of that.

Detective Secula.

Mr. Stokes.

What's up?

You got stuck
on this one, too?

Yeah, well, missing person--
could be interesting.

Husband reports
his wife missing

and her car's
at a bus terminal.

Come on.
Lady took a trip.

Didn't want him
to know where to.

Not much of a mystery.

Auto unit
been by yet?

No. We just
slim-jimmed.

We checked for a body--
didn't find one.

Big surprise.

Yeah.

No. I didn't
touch a thing.

Secula...

something wrong?

We had dinner
last week.

I thought
it went great.

You never called.

That doesn't mean
I wasn't going to.

Is our missing person a redhead?

Yeah.

Call in a tow

to the CSI garage.

This case is now
officially interesting.

It's just like a fingerprint...

for your ears.
Now, wait a minute.

Are you thinking
one of us did this?

Well, there's no
forced entry.

Someone shut off
your alarm.

That tells us

that we eliminate
the family first

before we widen
our investigation.

I'll tell you what. I'm not
putting that crap on my ear.

Well, we can
get a warrant.

Oh, no. Nobody's

getting a warrant
against this family.

We'll humor them,
and get this over with.

Thank you, sir.

Tell me what
you want me to do.

You're a good sport.

I'm just going
to press this

against your ear.

See?

We got a match.

What do you think?

Jason?

What?

Earprint talking.

Why would you steal from me?

Sir, are you going to
want to press charges?

No, no. God, no.

No. I just...

We'll get help
for Jason.

I don't want
court records.

Jason, do you

still have
the painting?

What if I told you I sold it?

Well, that would be
selling stolen property

and you would be
arrested, no matter
what your dad says.

Okay.

Painting's in the trunk
of my car.

Can I get you guys
something to drink?

Soda, ale?

No, thanks.

Not a lot of room for Kaye.

She's shy.

Does it get cold in
here in the winter?

Sometimes.

Why?

That's why you'd need a
blanket on the couch, huh?

A green one, I bet.

Looks like your gun's
just been cleaned.

Yeah, I, uh, cleaned it
before I left town.

Took out the garbage, too.

Does that make me
guilty of something?

No bullets missing here.

Bullets missing here, though.

I fired them at the
shooting range last month.

I go there with a
couple guys from work.

We're going to need

to borrow
your bullets.

This back door
lead to your car?

To a car.

I drive a different
demo every day.

Perk of the dealership.

You smell that, Grissom?

Did you do laundry
back here today?

I got news for you, Scott.

Bleach doesn't make
blood disappear.

You just can't see it
with the naked eye.

I have no idea
how that got there.

It "got there" when you shot
your wife in the head before

you wrapped her
in a blanket

and you dumped her
in the mountains!

Get your finger
out of my face, bitch!

You touch me again,
you draw back a stump!

Look at her.
Sara!

Can't you control her?

Get him out
of here, Jim.

I told you she
was a handful.

Come on.
You don't know a handful!

Hey. Hey.

What is the matter with you?

I am a woman,
and I have a gun.

And look how
he treated me.

I can only imagine

how he treated his wife.

Thank you.

Hey.
Hey.

Nicky, how's it going?

Good, good.

Are you putting one of Lindsey's
drawings into evidence?

If only her artwork brought
in this kind of dough

I wouldn't need to worry
about her college tuition.

Yeah, I heard your missing
person was a painting.

At least we solved

our case.

Oh!

Keep walking.

Give me an evidence tag
for this painting.

Okay, now I know that
these are rich people

and it's just a painting
and nobody died, but...

this just doesn't
feel finished.

I know, every time you say that,
I'm looking at more overtime.

I know.

You know what?

I got to be somewhere.

Court.

Yeah, right.

Can you handle
this from here?

Yeah.

Cool. I'll see you later.

Hey, Warrick.

Are you going to tell me?

What?

About Child Services?

Oh, I told them

as far as mothers
are concerned, you're the bomb.

Really?

Yeah. And I also told them
your ex is pretty screwed up.

No worries.

What do we need to
nail him at trial?

The neighbor puts him
in the apartment
five days ago.

You tell me she's
been dead five days

and a jury is
going to jump

all over that
coincidence.

The post-mortem insects will
tell me when she was killed.

No, all I'm saying is five days
is what I need.

Jim, please don't try

and compromise my end
of the investigation.

Good luck.

The bullets from Scott's gun
are unusual.

Since we didn't find
the spent bullet

I sent one from the box
over to Trace.

Everything else stacks up.

He killed her.

What did you get?

She's been dead three days.

Are you positive?

Not five?

Three.

My client was in New Orleans
three days

before his wife's body
was discovered on that mountain.

He couldn't possibly
have killed her.

Unless I misunderstand

what you've explained
to us, Mr. Grissom--

your "linear regression."

You understand it.

Okay, forget
time of death.

How does your client explain

Kaye's blood all over
his apartment wall?

Quite simply.

Scott has three prior complaints
for abuse.

What's to say the blood
didn't get there

during one of those
altercations?

"Altercations"...
upgraded from "wrestling"?

This is good.

Admitting to prior abuse

to cover up actual murder.

My client and I are leaving.

And, Mr. Grissom, thank you.

Hey, tough luck

about the,
uh, wife abuser

getting released.

There's no secrets around you,
are there, Conrad?

You think I wanted you
to whiff out on that?

Your reputation
as an entomologist

elevates this
entire crime lab

which elevates
my stature

by association.

Well, then, you must feel
very small today...

by association.

You're dropping the ball
in other areas, though.

Administratively?

Did I miss
one of your status meetings?

Warrick Brown had one of my guys
sub for him in court.

So? I'm sure something came up.

Hey, he told my guy

it was an emergency

but I have it
on good authority

that he was gambling.

At the Monaco.

What?

That's right.

On CSI time.

I don't like him
using one of my guys

as a cover.

I figure if he brings anybody
down with him

it should be from your shift.

Don't you think?

Sara?

Sara?

You okay?

Fine. Yeah.

Did you sleep here?

I was working till 4:00 a.m.

I combed

every demo Scott's driven.

Zilch.

What's up?

I need you to do some background
for me on Warrick

without letting him know why.

Oh. Warrick-- your favorite CSI.

That's why I want you
to handle it

so that Ecklie
can't accuse me
of favoritism

if it turns out
that Warrick's clean.

What do you want to know?

This painting's a forgery?

Where does it say that?

I was reading up on Sorenson,
and I found a site that says

that 15% of all museum art
is fake.

It's not our job
to authenticate art.

Case is closed.

You're so right,
but if this is a forgery

we've got a new crime.

This ElectroThermal atomizer

is set at the excitation
wavelength for titanium

which was not used
in oil paint

before the 1950s.

So, an authentic Sorenson

would be titanium-free.

If it's present,
the canvas will fluoresce

and we've got a forgery.

Hit the lights.

Mm-hmm.

No doubt about it--
it's a fake.

Okay, so if the owner

purchased this painting

from a reputable
auction house

they would have run
a similar test to this?

Absolutely.

So, the kid stole the original
painting from his pop

and gave us back a forgery.

This kid's in
college, right?

Let's check
his dorm room.

There's no more hair.

Not even a trace.

No signs of foul play.

And the carpet's clean.

Yeah.

Yeah, too clean...

...which begs the question...

What lies beneath?

Hand me the phenothaline,
please.

You're checking

for blood?

Well...

I am checking...

to see why someone scrubbed
this carpet so clean.

If there is blood present...

...we'll know why.

It looks like our missing person
might be a homicide.

Right.

Hey.

Did you find out anything
about Warrick?

Um... I'm-I'm here
about something else.

You... you know how you say,
"We're the victim's last voice"?

Mm-hmm.

I thought it was our
job
to speak for Kaye Shelton.

You don't crunch evidence
to fit a theory.

What if you hear
the victim's screams?

In the car, at the store.

You have empathy

for her, Sara.

You want someone to pay
for what was done to her.

That's normal.

You want to sleep with me?

Did you just say
what I think you said?

That way, when I wake up
in a cold sweat

under the blanket,
hearing Kaye's screams...

you can tell me it's nothing.

It's just empathy.

So, you planning a
little late-night luau?

Roast pig?

It's an experiment.

Maybe Kaye was dead
five days.

I thought your bugs
never made mistakes.

They don't. People do.

The victim was wrapped
in a blanket.

Normally a blanket or clothing

doesn't impact
insect maturation.

The insects usually
fight their way in anyway.

But I examined
the folds

in Kaye's blanket.

She was wrapped tight--

maybe tighter
than I realized--

which would have decreased the
corpse's exposure to insects.

So it took longer
for the insects to get in there?

And deposit their eggs.

Maybe two whole days.

I've wrapped Porky here
pretty tight.

Well, let me
ask you this.

You killed a pig
just for this?

This poor ham was already
on its way

to someone's
Christmas dinner table.

I mean, wouldn't a rabbit
be easier?

Got to be a pig.

Interestingly,
they're the most like humans.

Yeah, I've been saying that
since I was a rookie.

You're on your own, pal.

Thanks.

How's the case going?

Hey.

Dead end.
How about you?

Just got a hit

on one of our missing lady's
credit cards.

A motel.

Her abductor
sold her card

or is using it
himself.

What motel?

Four Aces.

That's right
around the corner

from where we
found her car.

I've got some uniforms
meeting us there.

Good job.

Las Vegas Police!

All right,
don't move!

Put your hands
where I can see them!

Are you Sheryl Applegate?

Oh, whoa, man!

Ow! Oh,
what's going on here?

Michael, shut up!

Las Vegas Police.

Your husband
reported you missing.

Can she put that gun away?

You, uh... you
haven't been abducted

have you,
Mrs. Applegate?

Not really.

We found evidence of blood
in your car.

I saw an injured dog last week
and drove it to the vet.

Uh, Nick,
let's get out of here.

Wait!

What are you going
to tell my husband?

That you're okay.

You're going to have

to fill in the blanks.

So the pig's insects matured
at a rate

consistent
with a five-day-old corpse?

Once I took the blanket
into account.

Your initial
computations
were wrong.

You went back,
adjusted conditions

and proved actual
time of death?

Five days, not three.

Which places the victim
with her husband

who's already guilty as sin.

Captain Brass

do you understand
Grissom's

insect evidence?

To a degree.

You know...

in a general way.

Do you think a jury

will understand your
"adjustments"?

Or do you think
they'll realize
your "conditions"

can make the evidence
say anything you want it

to say?

I can make a case to any jury
against Scott Shelton

for the murder of his wife.

Your arresting officer
can barely understand it.

I read the file.

Other than bugs

is there
anything else?

Get something a jury
can understand, or move on.

Hello.

Oh, good.
Hello, Mr. Zeigler.

Yes.
You brought
my Sorenson.

Good. I'm
glad it's back.

Nice campus

you got
there, Jason.

What?

We were by your dorm earlier
with the police here.

We'd like to ask a favor of you

Mr. Zeigler.

A private viewing
of the painting.

My God, my-my...
my Sorenson's a forgery?

That's
not all, sir.

Wait. I have
$10 million

worth of forgeries?

No, sir.

The police recovered
your originals

from Jason's
dorm room today.

What?

I don't even know you.

What, did you have
an art major

do your fakes for you, Jason?

Robbery checked
with your school.

They actually teach classes
in how to copy the masters.

My friends helped me out.

They didn't know what
I was doing with the copies.

And what exactly
were you doing?

Your son stole
all your originals

replacing them with forgeries.

But, the other night,
his little scam was interrupted.

He didn't have time to
make the switch

If the hook hadn't dislodged
from your Sorenson

you would have spent the rest
of your life

admiring fakes.

And you never even knew
the difference, did you, Dad?

You're right.

You don't know me.

Where are your pictures of me?

You're too busy staring

at your masterpieces,
and they're not even real!

I'm right here, Dad.

You don't even see me.

The police are going
to want to know

if you're pressing charges
this time.

I am.

You want my
attention, Jason?

You got it.

I heard you were going
into an autopsy.

How can you just move on
to another case?

They're laughing at us.
You know that, right?

They think we're
a couple of science nerds.

They threw out
our findings.

That body
should be up

in a few minutes,
Mr. Grissom.

Thank you, David.

You know, there was
a murder recently

in a village
on the other side
of the world.

Every man in the
village denied

having any part of it.

The victim's throat
had been slashed
with a shovel.

So this one guy--

I guess you could call
him a science nerd--

asked all the men
in the village

to bring their shovels
to the center of town

and hold them
spade-side up.

And he waited.

Eventually, flies
started showing up

on one specific shovel

looking for
microscopic bits
of blood and flesh.

"First witness to a crime."

The investigator got
his murderer, and...

...and forensic science
was born.

Sung T'su, 1235 A.D.

You call 800 years ago
recent?

To an astronomer, it is.

But then people forgot
about forensic science,
didn't they?

And they had to be
reminded again

by Francesco Redi
in the 1600s.

And again by Bergeret d'Arbois
in the 1800s.

Every civilization learns
what it needs to know

and the next one
forgets it.

The sheriff...

Well... it's not personal.

We're part of the cycle.

Yeah, they laughed
at fingerprints

70 years ago,
and now it's law.

Except somebody
had to push for prints.

And you're standing there saying

"All things in their own time."

You're confused, right?

Yes.

That's the best place
for a scientist to be.

My body's here.

Kaye Shelton...

Shall we?

Gave her
a bath, huh?

Routine cleaning.

We had to do it sometime.

Doc, what's this

blue mark here?

Why didn't we see this
at the autopsy?

It was under a gallon of blood.

But the blue's embedded;
it won't wash away.

Didn't you say the suspect's
ammunition was in Trace?

Yeah.

"Lead, copper, zinc...

Teflon."

Teflon?

And? So?

Strand of hair from our lady
in the mountains.

The blue dust
from around her entrance wound--

that's from
the bullet's impact.

It's made of Teflon.

Now look at the next specimen.

The bullet is

from Scott's personal
ammo supply

which I test-fired.

See, the Teflon disintegrated
into blue powder

at the moment of impact.

You're gonna leave me?
is that what you think?!

No, Scott, no!

And all the guys are gonna see
a woman walk out on me?

No! Scott, no!
You just try...

You did very good.

But this is just more
circumstantial evidence.

We're a long way
from a conviction.

But we can bury him
under evidence.

You're the one
who's always saying

it's better to have

one piece
of forensic evidence

than ten eyewitnesses.

What, do you tape
everything I say?

You still have
to educate the jury.

On bullets.

It's got to be

easier than bugs.

Less Latin.

You know,
I been waiting

three days
to do this.

No, make that five days.

Let's go.

Hi.

Hi.

I checked out Warrick.

His story about missing
court was, uh... lame.

I got this

surveillance tape
from the Monaco.

He was in the casino.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

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