CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 1, Episode 11 - I-15 Murders - full transcript

WOMAN: ( over PA )
Manager to register two, please.

Manager to register two.

( sirens blaring )

( garbled police radio
transmissions )

Well, if it isn't
The Boss himself!

Where's your
E-Street Band?

They had another gig.

How you doing, Jim?

How's your old job?

Ah, I can sling scum
all day long. You?

I curse more.



Oh, yeah?

Well, wait.

The shopping cart's
over here.

The missing woman
is Margaret Shorey.

Lives with her sister.

Went out to get groceries;
never came home.

Car's still in
the parking lot.

And her purse
is still in the cart.

With no wallet.

Maybe she left the purse
as a marker.

Chicken soup, ice packs...

pain reliever...

Sister broke her wrist
in a car wreck.

Hot dogs, hot dog buns...



Junk-food junkie.

Oh, that's sanitary.

Mustard.

Did you have any mop-ups
in this aisle today?

Yeah. Yeah, as a matter of fact,
we did.

Life holds no surprises.

$1.98 for the mustard...
plus, my two cents.

( shatters )

What are you doing?

Now, where would you go?

Oh, man...

Hey, Brass, look at this.

What?

You see this?

See what?

This circumference?

Looks like somebody did
a Brillo job on it.

All I see is a clean door.

You know anything
about this?

Yeah, he's right--
we cleaned it up today.

I had a complaint.

Kids are always writing crazy
stuff on bathroom doors.

So I had one
of my employees
scrub it off.

Could I borrow a hammer?

( camera shutter clicks )

"I've killed 5 women.
Catch me if you can?"

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¶ Who... are you?

¶ Who, who, who, who?

¶ Who... are you?

¶ Who, who, who, who?

¶ I really wanna know

¶ Who... are you?

¶ Oh-oh-oh
¶ Who...

¶ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ¶

¶ Oh, you!

Hi.

( soft talking in background )

( beeping )

Hey.

Hey, kids.

All right, listen,
hey, I got to jet.

Hi.
Sara Sidle.

419.

Dead body-- bonus.

Whoa, somebody likes their job.

Nick Stokes-- 416,
fight at the Bellagio.

She says she's a
"friend" of yours.

Ex-girlfriend, Nick?

Well, that depends.

Was she the assaulter
or the assaultee?

You tell us--
you like leather or lace?

( chuckles )

No, I'm not even going there.

Lace.

Catherine,
you have a 418--

an obituary
on a stall door.

I'll meet you
in the garage

but first, I've got
to take care of Warrick.

Oh, no. What are
you going to do?

I don't know.

I filed my report.

I read it.

Hey.

Hey.

I missed assignments;
I know.

I'm running late.

What did I pull?

How was court
the other day?

I handed it off to
Michovitch, from days.

Uh, I told Sara.

Yeah, because you had, uh,
"personal business."

Yeah.

What's that?

You...

at the Monaco Casino.

What?

I don't believe this.

Now you're pulling
up film on me?

Casinos tape everyone

who walks through their door,
Warrick, you know that.

I thought we had a deal.

We do.

Look, what you do on your time
is nobody's business.

What you do on my time

is my business.

( sighs )

I was at the casino.

But I wasn't gambling.

Okay, Rubio's
restaurant.

( garbled radio transmission )

Get me a picture
of the body...

the items on
the bedsheet...

the window...
the drafting table.

( camera shutter clicks )

Everything
on the floor.

Sara Sidle, Crime Scene
Investigation.

And you are...?

I'm... Kenny Berlin.

That's my brother.

I'm the one
who found him.

Sorry for your loss.

You want to tell me
what happened here?

I don't...
I don't know.

I came... I came walking
in the door

I saw my brother lying there...

stuff everywhere.

All I could think was that...

Hey!

( two gunshots )

Hey, Jeff?

I-I called 9-1-1

and then you guys
showed up, and...

Thank you.

There have been
several burglaries

in the neighborhood;
all benign.

Nothing benign about

two $20s screaming,
"take me" on the bar.

Maybe he missed it?

Yeah, well, it's hard to miss
all that high-tech

computer equipment.

There's got to be
five, ten grand there.

First thing I'd take.

He was interrupted.

Before or after
he used a bedsheet

to transport
the silverware?

Pillowcases are the norm,
you know that.

Something's not right.

( camera shutter clicks )

( indistinct conversation )

Gentlemen, Nick Stokes.

I'm here for the 416; something
about a "special request."

Don't ask me.

Go ask Catherine Zeta Jones
over there.

Over where?

Thanks.

Excuse me... ma'am?

Oh, Nick, hey...

You got to be kidding me.

Oh, you probably
don't recognize me

with the shorter hair.

My nipples are
all better, you
want to see?

Yeah, yeah, Kristy Hopkins,
what are you doing here?

I'll tell you what she's doing
here-- she's cruising.

No, I'm in here,
minding my own
business

shopping for a dress

spending my hard-
earned money!

Okay, semi-hard-
earned money.

When Squiggy over here
starts harassing me

saying he doesn't
want my type in here.

He grabs my arm,
cops a feel

then he spit on me,
so I slugged him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
he spit on you?

Wait, you're not
listening to this?

This is such a crock.
Oh, I'll
show you...

All right, all right,
break it up!

Ease up! Ease up!

Hey, hey,
I'm pressing charges!

I don't care
who you know!

Kristy!
What?!

They're right--
I've got to take her in.

Just give me a minute,
will you?

Get over here!

I need your shirt.

Why is it every
time we meet

you're wanting me to
take my clothes off?

Because every time
we meet

you put yourself
in a position

where you have
to take them off.

SIDLE:
Using your arms--
how big's a whale?

Now freeze, don't move.

Up.

What are you doing?

Checking for blood spatter.

What blood?
Am I a suspect?

This is what I do.

This is how I eliminate you
as a suspect.

I'll take
that for you.

Well, that's good news;
no blood, bud.

I am going to need you
to strip, though.

Right here?

Don't be shy on my account.

But if you are,
this nice detective

will accompany you
to the bedroom.

Oh, and, uh, I'm going to need

to take your window
with me, too.

It's all in the warrant.

( camera shutter clicks )

The person who wrote this
is left-handed.

And we know that because...?

The "t-bar" in "catch,"
it's left-tending.

And uneducated...

The contraction
in "Iv'e" is misplaced.

Then we have the large,
arched hood in the letter "Y"

and the arches
in the bottom of the "Ls."

This indicates criminal tendency

which is supported
by the heavy pastiosity

which suggests
low impulse control.

Heavy pastiosity?

The pressure--
how firmly you put pen to paper.

Or marker to metal.

Do we know anything else?

Yes.

Overall, the handwriting

is cursive and round.

This tells me
it was written by a woman.

( machine rumbling )

Damn!

Taking the
whole window.

Grissom reinstated you.

And you have a
problem with that.

Let me guess.

Grissom gets you
to dime yourself off

and now you both feel better?

You're supposed
to be in court.

Instead, you're placing bets
for a cheap thrill

to satisfy nothing.

Hey! This has nothing
to do with you.

So are we going
to work together... or not?

I'm already working.

( machine rumbling )

You weren't
in your office.

And good morning
to you, too, Miss Sidle.

Warrick has a problem.

Ignoring it isn't going
to make it go away.

You asked me
for a report

and then you disregard
my recommendation.

I read your report.

So you feel comfortable

jeopardizing a unit
to placate an addict?

I see the whole puzzle, Sara.

You're only seeing one piece.

Then at least take
him off my case.

No.

I trust him.

Do you trust me?

( door opening )

Grissom.

I've got something
you'll want to see.

( clears throat )

You know how you're always
pushing that Holy Trinity stuff?

Father,
Son, Holy Ghost?

Victim, suspect,
crime scene.

That one, huh?

Right. Well,
we don't have a victim.

We don't have a suspect.

All we have
is a crime scene--

the restroom
at Marty's Market

with the message,
"I killed five women."

So, I figured there had
to be four others.

You found
the other four victims?

No. I found
the four other crime scenes.

Brass ran our case
through VICAP.

I made a few calls.

"Iv'e killed 1 woman."
Victorville.

Salt Lake City--
"Iv'e killed 2 women.

Catch me if you can?"

San Bernardino--
"Iv'e killed 3 women..."

"Iv'e killed 4 women.
Catch me!" Mesquite.

"...5 women... " Las Vegas.

Five stall doors

from five
supermarket rest rooms.

Five missing women,
including Margaret Shorey.

What else do you know
about the crime scenes?

Just like
Marty's Market--

there was no physical evidence

indicating that the women
were killed there.

Which means
they were probably alive

when these messages
were written

making these messages
of intention, not fact.

What if we shuffle these doors
like Pai Gow tiles?

San Bernardino, California.

Victorville, California.

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Mesquite, Nevada.

Salt Lake City, Utah.

Interstate 15.

God knows
I've driven
it enough times.

So has our suspect.

Okay, dude, it's ready.

So this paper should
have soaked up

any foreign material
on the shirt

particularly amylase.

Now, I've done this procedure
on jeans and leather jackets

but never on
something like this.

It's very see-through.

Very Jennifer Lopez.

Down, boy.

What can you tell me?

Is there saliva on it?

It's going to be
a tough one to prove.

This is only step one.

You see,
when a person talks

saliva naturally comes
out of their mouth.

Let's say that we're tossing
the hog back and forth, right?

What can you tell me
about the hottie

that goes
inside this blouse, huh?

Is it true she's
a friend of yours?

What, is it
on the Internet?

Might as well be.

Just remember that.

My saliva's getting on you;
your saliva's getting on me.

Gross.

What's that stuff?

Starch and iodine.

If this is saliva,
we're going to get

the old dalmatian effect.

So, Nick, uh, if
I wanted to meet

this friend
of yours...?

No.

Figured.

That's a pretty big spot.

That's more
than just a spray.

In fact, looks like
a distinct glob of spit.

Then Kristy
was telling the truth.

But it doesn't mean it was
the security guard's spit.

Step three.

I'm going to need a sample.

Well, the guy
knows he did it.

He's not going
to cough it up.

If you saw the girl
that went with this blouse...

you'd try.

You found what
on my pants?

Glass. Any idea
how it got there?

Well, it's just a guess

but someone broke
into my car last weekend

and smashed my window
and made off with my CD player.

So I must've been
wearing those pants.

Did you file
a police report?

No, but you can check
with my insurance company.

I already checked with my lab.

They do this test,
and guess what?

The glass-- it floated.

You know what that means?

No.

It means the glass
on your pants

and the glass from
your living room window

have equal densities.

Sorry. I was never
very good at science.

The glass didn't come

from any car window.

That's science.

Anything else
you'd like to tell us?

Look, it's like I told you.

I walked in the house...

( door slamming )

...and I thought

"They're coming back, and
they're going to kill me, too."

I heard a noise,
and I walked to the window.

That must be when
I got the glass in my pants.

Look, somebody really did
break into my car, okay?

And I just remembered
all that stuff just now.

So, am I in trouble?

You're free to go.

No, he's not.

We're not cops;
we can't hold him.

Just one more question.

What do you do
for a living?

I'm a day trader.

You make a lot
of money doing that?

That's two
questions.

Feel free to answer
it anyway.

Yeah, you can.

But you don't, right?

Showed him
all your cards.

Sucker play.

I was playing him.

Cops ran
Kenny's financials.

He lost a pot
in the market.

Had a ton
of margin calls.

I'm surprised you didn't tag him
as a fellow gambler.

Oh, you just
don't let up, do you?

It's a flaw.

I'll flip you
to see who drives.

Where we going?

Moapa.

What's in Moapa?

Besides the I-15?

So my guys tell me
that your guy Nick

is helping a working girl
at a five-star

and it was
quite a commotion.

Really?

And if I know, it means
a lot of other people know.

People bigger
than you and me.

A kid from a crime lab
doing favors for a hooker

can't make the unit
look too good, huh, Boss?

Yeah, well,
I'll get into it.

I bet that's
just what Nicky said.

You two ladies done talking?

It's hot out here.

That kid over there

started to
take a leak.

Found the body.

Well, it's
not Margaret.

This one's a blonde.

And blue.

This is bizarre.

The body's cold.

In this heat?

And she's stiff--

like a two-minute
burrito

that's only been
nuked for a minute.

Meet Joan Sims
from San Bernardino, California.

We've been
getting acquainted.

Missing woman number one--
disappeared

from a supermarket restroom
last July.

Cause of death
was strangulation.

I found ligature marks
on the wrists and the ankles.

That was the easy part.

This one's weird.

Like I-may-use-her-
in-a-lecture weird.

Her decomp is
completely backwards.

It's supposed
to begin on the inside

but her organs are
in better shape than her skin.

Take a look at this.

I took tissue samples
from her heart.

GRISSOM:
Looks like the planet Krypton.

More like Kryptonite.

Those are actually
ice crystals, Superman.

You want to know
why she's blue?

Cold to the touch
in the middle of the desert?

This lady was frozen--

kept on ice until
approximately
12 hours ago.

I-15?

Refrigerated?

That's how she was transported

from San Bernardino to Vegas--

in a refrigerated truck.

That's our crime scene.

And it's mobile.

Hey, Nick,
I been looking for you.

This girl you've
been helping with
the 416...?

She got in a fight
with a security guard.

Is she a friend
of yours?

Are you asking me
what I think you're asking me?

Are you doing anything that
could compromise the unit?

I don't believe this.

You've always
been so cool.

I have to ask.

It's part of the job.

Sanders ratted me out,
right?

No, Brass.

Do you want to
talk about this?

I don't think so.

Excuse you.

What's his problem?

Me, I guess.

Did you find out
anything?

Brass got us a listing of
all the refrigerated trucks

that made deliveries
to the market yesterday.

There's a female
trucker on it.

SIDLE:
Not bad.

I'm impressed.

Yeah, passed up
a chance to play
semipro ball.

Went to college
instead.

I meant the Haeckel marks.

Should tell us
what we need to know.

This is the glass
you line-drived.

That's the glass
you "sawzalled."

SIDLE:
Right angles
face the same direction.

Take a look.

Oh, now I'm worthy?

Just take a damn look.

That's crazy.

I loved my brother.

Maybe you did,
maybe you didn't

but we think
you murdered him.

Based on what?

The evidence.

( pounds fist on table )

What evidence?!

You ever heard of Haeckel marks?

No.

When a window
is broken

from the outside

which is what a burglar
would do

Haeckel marks form right angles

to the inside of the window.

But when a window is broken
from the inside

which is what a peckerwood
like you would do

Haeckel marks form right angles

to the outside of the window.

What did you use
to break the window, Kenny?

I didn't use anything.

I didn't do it.

I want a lawyer.

Well, we know
he did it.

We can't prove it,
but we got a motive.

He needed the money.

Okay, let's say
killing his brother
would get it for him.

We're back
to how do
we prove it?

He's a day trader--
spends all day on his computer.

If we want
to know more about him

that's where
we should be looking.

And his computer is...?

Still at the house.

Still at the house.

Well, we got probable cause.

Why don't we go get a...?

Why don't you go get

a new warrant?

( fish singing )
¶ I want to know

¶ Can you help me, help me...

That's my
"Big Mouth Billy Bass."

It's better
than a watchdog.

I got valuable stuff in here,
you know.

¶ Drop me in the water...

Yeah, I bet
there are a lot of people

looking to steal
your two-headed scorpion.

Not to mention "Miss Piggy."

I was out of line earlier.

I'm not sleeping with her,
if it helps any.

It does.

And, for
the record

she wasn't working--
she was shopping.

And the security guard
was a jerk, man.

He pushed her around,
then he spit on her.

That's why
she lost it.

That sounds
pretty straightforward.

Why don't you put
a rookie on it?

I can't.

There's something about her.

Looking at her.

She doesn't have
anybody else.

I had Sanders
run a test on the shirt.

There's saliva on it

but the problem is,
I can't get a match.

The security guard

refuses to give
me a sample.

"If Muhammad
won't go to the mountain

then the mountain
must go to Muhammad."

Think about it.

Black, no sugar.

Yeah, thanks.

Like I said
on the phone

I don't want to
seem biased here.

This girl's nothing to me.

She's a hooker.

Yeah, but you do know her.

Yeah, professionally.

But my profession,
not hers.

I cut her some slack
a while back.

She's bad news,
but she's a babe.

( chuckling )
Tell me about it.

Yeah, between you and me,
I should have busted her

but I thought I might get lucky.

Yeah.

Yeah. Next time
she gets in a jam

she throws my name out.

My boss not pleased.

So...

( clearing throat )

Tell me what you think.

I want you to write
down your own statement

seal it up
in this envelope

and I'll hand deliver
it to the DA.

It'll be good
for both of us.

Yeah. Thanks, man.

No problem.

Us guys have got to stick
together, right?

That's right.
That's right.

Yeah.

Of course
I graduated high school.

Hey, if this is going
to take forever

I could lay a urine sample
on you, too

gratis.

A writing sample
will be sufficient,
thank you.

What's that going
to tell you--

whether I was writing
under the influence?

Do yourself a favor.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, what is it
that you want me to write?

"I've got a kite.

"Can you see the women?

Kill the lights."

That's what
you want me to write?

Three times.

Caucasian female with only
a high school education

and left-handed.

You can keep the
pen as a souvenir.

I'll be right back.

Hey, come on!

You're making me late.

Hey, hey, hey.

Two cheeks on the car.

There you go.

Okay, thanks.

She's not the one.

So, did
I win something?

The right to
keep on trucking.

( chuckles )

Here you go, bubba.

Hey, we're outta here!

You know,
I'm starting to think

that maybe we should
be looking for a man.

Only three percent
of multiple killers are female.

And a woman
wouldn't need a trophy.

BRASS:
And a body on ice
is definitely a trophy.

Well, Ms. Hard-ass travels
with her boyfriend.

I bet you a lot of
guys travel with
their girlfriends.

What if it was a
man with a woman

who would do anything he asked?

"Us guys have to
stick together, right?"

He said, "Right.
You the man!"

So, I mean,
I could have used an STR-DNA

but it's too state-of-the-art;
it's overkill.

So I used an

HLA-DQ A1, with a...

polymarker.

That's-that's very,
very interesting.

You don't care about this
at all, do you?

No.

( chuckles )

But to be honest with you,
all I really care about

is whether the
charges against me

are going
to be dropped.

Are they?

DA threw out the case.

Great.

( chuckles )

So I can shoplift

at that boutique again?

I was kidding,
I was kidding.

Besides, they never
have any good sales
there, anyway.

( chuckling )

I'd invite you out
for coffee, but...

it's probably
a bad idea, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

But I can call you
sometime, you know

just in case I ever
get into trouble

or something.

Maybe you should try
not getting into trouble.

You do owe me one.

I owe you two.

You know
where to find me.

Is that right?

Your boy Kenny
just lawyered up.

Well, we got a warrant

so that should give us
the room for the night.

There's something
wrong with it.

Computers turn on.

When they don't,
it's for a reason.

Did you plug it in?

The power light's on.

Really?

Let me check it out.

Well, he's a sneaky S.O.B.

I'll give him that.

Oh, no one is going
to believe this.

All right.

Let me see
that flashlight.

There's scratches
all over it.

Nothing really
special about them.

And the hotshot
takes another strike.

Check it out.

Not enough to cause
even a small scratch

on your finger,
but more than enough

to use as a basis
of comparison.

SIDLE:
We match this to
the broken window, we got him.

One, two, three.

Left one is from
the broken window

the other one
is from the gun

both dropping
at an identical rate.

Glass is from
the same source.

So, Kenny broke the
window from the inside

using the butt
of the gun.

My theory...

The brother was the executor
of the parents' estate.

He controlled
the family money.

Sounds like more
than a theory.

I called the county clerk.

With the brother out of the way,
Kenny is the sole beneficiary.

KENNY:
Do you have
any idea

how much money
I've lost?

Kenny, come on.
What are you doing?

I'm your brother, okay?

I already said
I'd loan you the money, okay?

Come on! $20,000?

That doesn't even begin
to solve my problems!

( gunshots )

Slam that jail door.

Makes you reconsider,
doesn't it?

I never said
you weren't a good CSI.

WOMAN:
We're state-of-the-art here--

number one in vehicle
satellite tracking.

I can locate
one or all
of our trucks

with just a click
of a mouse, 24-7.

Do you ever worry

that technology is going
to make us obsolete?

No.

Can you, uh,
narrow your database?

Say, eliminate all trucks
that are not refrigerated?

Yeah, I think I can.

Can you eliminate all trucks

that were not
in Las Vegas yesterday?

Eliminate all trucks
that only travel in state.

Now eliminate the trucks

that don't deliver

to supermarkets along the I-15.

GRISSOM:
This is very cool.

Eliminate all trucks

that did not
deliver to Marty's
Market yesterday.

WILLOWS:
That's our guy.

He delivered to all five towns--

all five supermarkets.

Where is he now?

( squealing tires )

Police!
Get your hands up!

Come out now!

Police!

Step away from
the truck,
put your hands

on the back
of your head!

Keep your hands
in sight!

Get out of
the truck!

Hands over
your head!

Step away from the truck.

Put your hands on
the back of your head.

I'm just making
my regular delivery.

Don't make me ask you twice.

Move! Hands on the
back of your head!

Hands on the
back of your head!

Left hand on the wall,
right hand on the wall.

Check him for weapons.

Spread your legs.

Hey, get away from my truck!

It's not your truck anymore.

It's our crime scene.

It's all yours.

We got three.

Where is she?

Where is Margaret Shorey?

Screw you, man.

Look, pal,
I already know what happened.

I even know
your type--

decent, trusting,
middle-aged women.

Please help me.

You got to help me!

I locked my baby in the car!

Did you call
the manager?
It is so hot,
she's going to die.

Please help me!

All... all right.

Where's your car?

This way.

( muffled screaming )

Go on! Write it!

( muffled screaming continues )

Okay. All right, listen.

The first one of you lowlifes
can name that tune

gets to make a deal.

Hmm?

The difference between the chair
or life in prison.

So...

He made me do it.

( screams )
Cuff him.

Hey, hey, hey...

Where is she?

( metallic rattling )

There's a lock.

Are there any keys?

Try this.

Hello, Margaret.

My name is Gil.

This is Catherine.

We're going
to take you home.

You look lost.

Oh... yeah.

Do you know Warrick Brown?

Yeah. You want me
to tell him you're here?

Oh, he's probably working.

He works really hard.

If you see him

could you just tell him
that, uh, Jason says thanks?

Okay. Will he know what for?

Uh...

Hey, Jas, how you doing?

Better.

Hey, thanks
for busting me loose.

My mom said she'll pay you back.

No, you'll pay me back, Shorty.

Just don't be pulling
any more fire alarms.

I won't.

Gets you more attention
than you want.

I know.

You still working on those moves
I showed you?

Yeah, every day after school.

How about that?

How about that
right there?

Good.

Hey, I got to go.

My mom's waiting for me.

Hey, come here.

Apologize to your mom,
all right?

Let her know
she can trust you.

All right?
Yeah.

Bye, Warrick. Uh...

See you next week.

See you next week, Jaws.

So you went to
the casino to
win bail money.

He needed my help.

I didn't win
anything, Sara.

You're a CSI.

You saw me enter
a casino.

Did you see me
place a bet?

You want to tell me you didn't?

I don't have
to tell you anything.

Look, I went there to collect
a debt that was owed to me.

We're supposed
to be working together.

Next time,
just try talking to me

instead of going around
behind my back.

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