CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 10, Episode 22 - Doctor Who - full transcript

Lividity is fixed,

consistent with her body position.

No apparent discoloration.

Puts T.O.D. around 24 to 48 hours ago.

Brass said the Dumpster diver

that called it in hadn't been
down this way in a few days.

Four-plus-one
impressions on her throat.

Manual strangulation.

There's also a thin abrasion.

Killer swapped her
necklace for a choker?

Where's the source of that blood?



It's a V-shaped wound.

Doesn't look too deep.

Maybe incidental to the strangulation?

Blood flow defies gravity.

She bled in an upright position
and was moved after death.

I think she might have been dumped here.

There is some

yellow trace in the wound.

I got a purse.

Heidi Custer.

New York, New York.

Business cards.

Just her name and a 212 number.

No cash.



Maybe a robbery gone bad.

Cell phone.

Room key from the Luxor.

Joey Bigelow?!

Hey, uh, guys...

she's carrying photos of
all of Jekyll's victims.

Multiple copies.

She a cop? No badge or creds.

So what was her interest
in the Jekyll case?

The Lone Ranger returns.

Lately, you've had more solos

than a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert.

I don't mind working alone.

Uh, I wanted to speak with you
about something else, actually.

Um, Heidi Custer.

The woman found in the alley?

Yes.

I knew her.

Really?

She was a reporter.

She covered the Angel of Death murders

at Delaware General while I was there.

We spent quite a bit of
time talking back then.

You talk to her recently?
No, it's been years.

But she was a great reporter.

Fierce, tenacious.

Well, Brass reached her husband,

who's also the editor of
the magazine she writes for.

He's been in L.A. all
week, and confirmed

that she was working
on a story about Jekyll.

Do we know when she
got into town? Monday.

How much could she
discover in three days?

Reporter like Heidi wouldn't have come

out here without a good lead.

It's possible that she turned
up something that we didn't.

Well, Nick is heading to her
hotel room. You should join him.

All right.

No signs of a struggle, no blood.

This doesn't look like the primary.

And according to Heidi's
credit card records,

she had a rented Malibu,
which is still MIA.

Yeah.

Where's her work?

Where are her notes and... her research?

There's a camera charger
here and a laptop power cord.

But she could have the camera
and the computer in her car.

Right, or it could be in the
hands of her killer. Yeah.

Blue Aces Casino
Player's Club Card here.

It's a locals-only type place.

I know.

Jack Herson clocked some
credit card debt there.

It's also along Joey
Bigelow's panhandling route.

And why don't I remember any of that?

I've been following up

on some of the Jekyll
leads in my spare time.

Oh, you have?

Yeah, I've been talking

to victims' families and friends.

Trying to get a feel for their habits.

Trying to get a feel for Jekyll.

Ray...

this job will eat you alive
if you take it home with you.

Okay, so, two victims
connected to the Jekyll case,

and a reporter who was investigating it

all visited the same little casino.

If Heidi used that
player's card anywhere,

we should be able to
find her on surveillance.

Right.

What about that?

That looks exactly like the letter L.

Could be a message from Jekyll. L for...

David, those are two surgical screws,

implanted at a 90-degree angle

as part of a knee operation, documented

in her medical records

as having been performed three years ago

by a doctor whose name
was distinctly not Jekyll.

Let it go.

Hey, David, Doc.

What do we have?

Well, C.O.D.'s no surprise.

Asphyxiation via manual strangulation.

Broken hyoid.

Superficial head wound, clotted.

Later reopened around the time of death.

As for the question of whether

she was a
Jekyll victim--

I performed a thorough
examination for puncture wounds,

laparoscopic entry points,

and despite David's
imaginative analyses...

Greg, tell me that does not
look exactly like a smiley face.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

No unaccounted-for objects
or organs inside her.

So, Heidi Custer could be another victim

like Lily
Xiaoping--

a spur-of-the-moment,
unplanned kill

by a cornered Jekyll,

who was simply trying to avoid capture.

Hey, Archie, I brought
you that blinky thing

from the beepy no-working thing

you told me you'd take a look at.

Is that...?

Yeah.

Anything on the Blue
Aces surveillance, Archie?

Actually, there is.

3:30 p.m. Monday.

Heidi Custer goes into the casino bar.

Okay.

30 seconds before that...

Langston goes into the bar.

There's no surveillance inside the bar.

But 20 minutes later, Langston leaves.

15 seconds after that...

...Heidi leaves.

Did he say anything about
meeting her for a drink?

Thanks.

Afghanistan, Liberia,

Iraq.

Of all the places she went for stories,

I never-- I never thought Vegas
would be the one that got her.

Do you see this mark on her neck?

Did your wife wear a necklace?

Amber pendant.

Well, gift from a Congolese rebel.

I was never able to get her to
wear her wedding ring, but...

she never took that damn thing off.

I always knew I came second to her work.

But she was worth it.

Yeah, I heard she was
a hell of a reporter.

A colleague of mine knew her.

Ray Langston.

Ray Langston's a cop?

No, he's a CSI.

Ray Langston is a murderer.

About five years ago, my
wife was writing a piece

on the Angel of Death at
Delaware General Hospital.

27 patients were murdered by
injection of ethylene glycol

into their I.V.'s.

Langston was a pathologist
at the hospital...

and a very helpful source to Heidi.

At first.

If the tragedy at Delaware General

is ever granted the
full autopsy it deserves,

a haunting truth will be revealed

in the harsh morgue light.

When the primary
suspect, Dr. Michael Webb,

killed himself the same
way he killed his patients,

the police and hospital
quickly closed the case,

even though there was
compelling evidence

that Dr. Webb did not act alone.

Death by ethylene glycol
does not arrive unheralded.

Distinct crystals of calcium oxalate

accumulate in the tubules of the kidney.

And yet, with the evidence
of Dr. Webb's murders

literally glittering before him,

Delaware General's
pathologist, Raymond Langston,

claimed to have seen nothing unusual.

27 times over, he saw nothing,

and allowed Dr. Webb's
sinister work to continue.

Well, I talked to CSI Langston.

He had nothing but
admiration for your wife.

He never mentioned her article.

That's because we never published it.

It never passed the
fact-checking process.

So, her accusations were false?

I didn't say that.

We kill stories all the time...

because reporters rely too
heavily on unnamed sources.

And the only reason that
this story got spiked

was because a bunch of
lawyers were too afraid

the magazine was gonna get sued.

But my wife was right.

Langston helped Dr. Webb,

and now he's helping Dr. Jekyll.

CSI Langston has been relentless
in his pursuit of Dr. Jekyll.

He was personally
assaulted by the suspect.

And you saw this happen?

He had a gash on his
head-- that told the story.

Giving himself a
bump on the head--

nice touch of authenticity.

Raymond Langston hid behind a lab coat,

and now he's hiding behind a badge.

It's a lovely shade of saffron, no?

Just got my annual trace metals report.

Hmm, my mercury is as high
as the Baker thermometer.

Guess I should lay off that tuna sushi.

Otherwise, I'm facing chelation therapy.

The trace we found in
Heidi Custer's head wound

was lead paint.

My lead levels are well
within the normal range.

The weapon could have
been any tool or implement

with a 90-degree angle

and old enough to have lead paint.

Or a super-fun new toy from China.

Ray.

Yes.

My office.

Right.

She came at me in disguise, Catherine.

She pretended to value my insights,

and the whole time Heidi
was investigating me.

Ray...

This article of hers
is full of junk science.

That's not the issue here.

I examined samples that I
received from other doctors.

Dr. Webb wasn't just going to send me

evidence of his murders.

And when his mortality
rates became suspicious,

I was the one that bucked protocol.

I started autopsying the bodies myself.

We're not here about the article

or your feelings, Ray.

You met with a homicide
victim shortly before she died.

What are you talking
about? And then withheld

that information from your supervisor.

I was at the Blue Aces, but
I was there on my own time,

and I swear, Catherine,

I never saw her there.

Conrad... you know what
a casino floor is like.

It's a maze of slot
machines and gaming tables.

You know, I admire you guys for
sticking together, I really do.

I'm not saying I don't believe
you, Ray-- I'm struggling to--

but when we catch Heidi's killer,

12 members of a jury aren't going to be

as understanding as
Catherine when it comes

to coincidence.

They're just going to
see an over-involved CSI

who had a conflict of interest.

So... it's hands off.

You can't work this one.

Ray,

Catherine just told me
what happened with Ecklie.

What are you doing in here?

Take a look at this.

Heidi Custer

used her credit card at the
Blue Aces when I was there.

Then she used it again to
park at WLVU Medical School.

I was there-- same
place, same time.

Heidi Custer was following me.

Why would she do something like that?

Because she thought I was connected

to the Jekyll murders.

I'm investigating Jekyll,
she's investigating me.

All right, all right,
if anybody asks, though,

I found this, you didn't.

Now, you got to get out of
here-- I think you're up next

for call-outs. I may
have led her to Jekyll.

I may have gotten her killed.

You don't know that.

I was going to all the places

that Jekyll's victims went to,

places that Jekyll may
have gone to himself.

Heidi was there, asking
questions about Jekyll,

She asked the wrong
person the wrong question.

I need to go out there. I
need to retrace my steps.

No, no, we'll go back out, as a team.

You need to stay off
this case and trust us.

We'll handle it.

I'm going to get you my notes.

All right.

He's off the Heidi Custer case.

I want to tell you something,

but you cannot tell anybody else.

You know me.

Okay, this time, I swear.

I promise.

Do you remember the Botanica case?

Langston had palpated some
grout with his bare hands.

So I asked him for a control DNA sample

because I wanted to exclude him, right?

Well, in that case, I just
need a sample of your DNA

and I will exclude you.

You're going to have to put
in your report that I said no.

He refused.

Well, after seeing Gattaca,
you can't hardly blame him.

We all have privacy issues.

Okay, that's a valid point,

but a couple months before that,

he was in the break room,

and he was reading
somebody's genetic report

about MAOA deficiency.

You know, that specific
mutation right there

has actually been linked
to violent behavior.

MAOA deficiency doesn't
make you violent.

Just 'cause something might
happen, doesn't mean it will.

It's genetics, it's not destiny.

Now I understand your need
for the cone of silence.

First his hospital, his
classroom, and now here.

The man does seem to be a
magnet for serial killers.

I understand not wanting
to share the details

of your personal life
with your coworkers.

But when you don't share the fruits

of your investigative work...

No, he will from now on.

He wasn't purposely shutting us out.

Look, I really like Ray.

I think he's a great CSI.

But if he doesn't trust us,
how can we have his back?

And how can he have ours?

Hey, Heidi Custer used her
credit card Wednesday night

at 7:05 p.m. to get gas.

I called the station.

I got a surveillance
photo of her at the pump.

Now, that narrows down the time
of death to Wednesday night.

It does something else, too.

It gives Langston an
alibi for Heidi's murder.

At 7:05 p.m., he was already at work.

Solo burglary.

He was gone a couple of hours.

Well, it's easy enough to
confirm he was there, right?

Well, the crime scene
photos are all time-coded.

7:20.

7:20.

24.

7:32...

and last one's at 7:40,

so he obviously photo'd first.

Three latent prints in two hours?

That's all he collected?

What else was Langston doing?

Parking control spotted
Heidi Custer's vehicle.

Let's start a canvass.

See if anybody recognizes
her or saw who parked the car.

Will do. Thanks.

Well, she wouldn't have walked away

and left the keys in the ignition.

No laptop, no camera.

Nothing in here either.

So, the killer dumps Heidi in the alley

a couple miles away,

drives over here

and walks away with the
camera and the laptop.

A private lot like this

is rarely patrolled by
police or parking control.

Dumping the car here indicates the perp

may have some knowledge
of law enforcement.

Well, if they were banking
on us not finding the car,

maybe there's something inside it.

Bloody print on the steering wheel.

More blood over here.

I was going to all the places
that Jekyll's victims went to.

Places that Jekyll may
have gone to himself.

I need to go out there. I
need to retrace my steps.

You need to stay off
this case and trust us.

I may have led her to Jekyll.
I may have gotten her killed.

Hello. My name's Ray Langston.

I'm with the Vegas Crime Lab.

I came in here the other day

and showed you some
pictures. You remember?

Oh, yeah, I remember.

Um, I have one more
photograph to show you.

Do you recognize this woman?

No. I don't make eye
contact with the customers.

It only encourages them to yell.

I'm trying to find
out if she came in here

shortly after I did the other day.

Maybe she spoke with someone else?

Uh, a white male, average build?

I've never seen her. But
I know we got surveillance,

'cause the night shift
gets robbed all the time.

All right, I'll, uh,

come back with a warrant. Thank you.

You son of a bitch,

you killed my wife!

You killed my wife, you son of a bitch!

You son... you killed my wife!

You just, you're gonna let him go?

Just let him walk away?

This guy'a murderer!

I'm telling you he's a murderer!

He blindsided me, Catherine.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

What are you doing here?

I was on my way to a 406 on Riviera.

And you decided to stop for a soda and

the Jekyll Killer special, is that it?

Ray, you got to quit

playing detective, you know?

'Cause I don't have time to
keep getting your ass out of jams

that you shouldn't be
in in the first place.

So this is why it took you two hours

to lift three points at your last 406?

You're running your own investigation.

Catherine, listen... Ray, it's a lot

harder to blindside a guy

if he follows the playbook
and trusts his team.

I was honestly on my way
to my scene. I passed--

You're not going to your scene
anymore. You're going home.

You're suspending me?

No, I'm diagnosing you.

You got the whatever virus.

Take a sick day.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on in.

Catherine send you to
take my temperature?

No, no, I'm not a doctor.

Maybe if I was,

I could decipher your
chicken-scratch handwriting.

Nice place.

Thank you.

Single-malt.

Boy, that's good stuff.

Doc Robbins brought it by last week.

Care for a snort?

I'm, I'm good.

Sure?

Good stuff.

I'm sure it is.

We can work back there.

All right.

You've been, uh, busy, huh?

Just a little bit.

What, uh, what happened over here?

Those are leads I decided to eliminate;

crackpot theories mostly.

Tinfoil-hat ramblings,

some of which are not even my own.

You know how it is, Nick.

You listen to any piece
of music long enough,

it starts to sound good.

We found Heidi's rental car.

Unknown fingerprint
on the steering wheel.

Heidi's blood on the interior
of the passenger-side door.

The car went off the road at some point.

Did you have any places

of interest out in the desert,

off the beaten path?

Sure. A dump where Jack Herson
used to salvage scrap metal,

an airstrip where Bernard
Higgins used to charter jets.

Half a dozen other places,

You think she uld have homed
in on some of your leads

gone out here on her own?

I didn't go out

to any of those places while
she was following me, but...

sure, I suppose it's possible.

Ecklie's not gonna
like us running around

all over the place.

Us?

Yeah, man,

we're a team. Come on.

Okay?

Now, who's this

on the back wall over here?

Ah... yes.

My family.

The great mystery: my father.

A man with a very violent temper.

I sometimes wonder if my
affinity for Chicago blues

isn't the only thing
that I inherited from him.

You know, I think everybody
has a violent streak in 'em.

I know I do.

But it's how we deal with it

that determines who we are as men.

We brought soup, bagels...

And bat feces.

I'd prefer cream cheese.

But come on in.

Hodges analyzed the trace recovered

from the Malibu's
tires-- bat guano.

And based on the insect matter,

the little morsels were the
work of the free-tailed bat.

Considering the large
amount of the sample,

the car must've been driven
near a bat roosting spot.

Mines, caves.

There are a lot of those
around Clark County.

But we can eliminate most of them.

The Malibu's tires were clean

when Heidi filled up at 7:05 p.m.

She started with a full tank of gas.

Malibus can get, you know,
up to 34 miles to the gallon.

We found the car with a half
a gallon consumed, which means

she drove up to 17 miles
after she filled up.

Maximum 8.5 miles out, 8.5 miles back.

There are only

a handful of caves and
mines within 8.5 miles

of that gas station.

We marked them here.

Huh--
Lobo Flats.

Were you out there? Mm-hmm.

What was the lead?

A fairy tale.

That's why I tore it down.

A couple of weeks ago,

I was out at WLVU Medical School.

A man approached me, a coffee
server named Vince Grady.

Badge lover.

He said he was interested
in what I was working on.

Dr. Langston?

You're still investigating
the Dr. Jekyll case, right?

Yes.

I saw something this weekend.

Why don't you have a seat.

I was out near Lobo Flats
looking for arrowheads.

Valuable stuff out there,
if you've got the eye for it.

That's where I saw him.

There was blood all over his scrubs.

So I went out there with Vince.

At first, I thought, "Why
would he be way out here?"

But if you think about
it, it's the perfect place.

Nobody could hear his victims scream.

Who knows how many victims
he's chalked up by this point.

He could have bodies
buried all around here.

You might consider bringing
out some cadaver dogs

or ground-penetrating radar.

The place wasn't even locked.

Hardly the fastidious work
of a killer like Jekyll.

And what I found inside

did nothing to assuage those doubts.

He's good.

Not a drop of blood anywhere.

Guy's a genius.

I'll be sure to integrate this lead

into our investigation.

Is this the place?

Yes.

It's clear!

It's all clear.

All right, Ray, I'm heading in.

Copy that.

I got a stain on the floor in here.

Blood?

Nick, you there?

Nick, you there?

Nick, you there?!

Yeah.

Yeah, and so was someone else.

I got a toolbox here.

Yellow paint like we found
in Heidi's head wound.

And some of the paint's been knocked off

one of the corners.

Think I may even have
a partial palm print.

The bloody fingerprints from
the fridge are Heidi Custer's.

Well, what about the palm
print from the toolbox?

Yeah, I'm running it right now.

Let's see...

No. No match.

And no way to tell if it's
from the same contributor

as the bloody fingerprint

from the steering wheel in Heidi's car.

That means Heidi was in
the building and alive

at least long enough
to have left her prints.

Ray...

if you haven't been
back out to this place

since she came to town,
how did she learn about it?

Perhaps from the same
person who led me out there.

Happy to aid you with
the Jekyll investigation.

Has Dr. Langston been
following up on my lead?

Mr. Grady...

you recognize her?

Yes, ma'am.

She-she's dead?

Mm-hmm.

Nev... Never should
have taken her out there.

She said that she had seen
me talking to Dr. Langston.

Gave him a big lead in the
Dr. Jekyll investigation.

It was integrated.

Oh.

What was the lead?

Well, that's police business.

Really don't want to
compromise the investigation.

Um, well, I'm working on a story

for a big national news magazine.

Think a $100 latte
might be the fix I need?

Hey, Lou, cover for me.

See, the key with a
killer like Jekyll--

you gotta put yourself
into his twisted mindset.

It's a chess game, really.

Every move Jekyll makes is calculated.

Guys like Langston and I,

we have to anticipate
his deadly gambits.

A location like this-- this
fits my profile of Jekyll.

I'm thinking there may
be a secret passageway

to an underground operating room.

Geez!

The toolbox just happened
to fall on her head?

That's what happened. I swear.

So, tell me more about that
secret passageway theory.

I'm not buying it, Mr. Grady.

And I don't think Heidi was, either.

I think Heidi realized
that there was nothing

in that building but a story
and a pathetic little man

who had spun it for some attention.

She called you out on
it-- she humiliated you--

so you attacked her.

You smashed her head into that toolbox,

grabbed her by the throat...

No.

No. No.

Uh, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay, yeah, maybe she wasn't thrilled

about the head wound
and some of my theories,

but I certainly did not touch her.

She gave me a ride back
to the medical school.

She was alive when she dropped me off.

And I was not lying.

We never should have
breached Jekyll's lair.

But we did-- he
tasted her blood,

he hunted her down, and he finished her.

Where's Dr. Langston?

Excuse me? I need to
speak to Dr. Langston.

He understands the kind
of criminal mastermind

that we're after.

The palm print on the
toolbox is Vince's,

but the bloody print on
Heidi's steering wheel

is definitely not.

Still unknown.

Well, it's consistent
with the goofball's story.

Guy's delusional, but I
don't think he killed her.

And we don't have any other suspects.

But we do have another theory.

Langston's.

If Langston was right and
he led Heidi to Jekyll,

we might find him somewhere

in this Blue Aces surveillance footage.

Well, I've looked through it all.

She didn't talk to anybody.

She just follows Langston
through the casino,

into the bar, and then out again.

Besides, aside from a guy

playing keno in his bloody scrubs,

how are we even going to
be able to identify Jekyll?

Some random
five-foot-ten white dude?

Yeah... with an erratic
gambling pattern.

Check out this guy: He's
playing a penny machine

near Langston and Heidi.

But when they move to the other side

of the casino, there's the same
guy playing ten dollar slots,

and again, right by the two of them.

Now, nobody who plays pennies

starts yanking ten
dollars a spin like that.

Well, maybe I can get some
other angles on this guy.

Yeah, but first,

give me a surveillance still of Jekyll

from the St. Sebastian's
Hospital supply room.

Biometric comparison?

Yeah, exactly.

All right.

So, Heidi's following Langston.

and Jekyll is following
one-- or both-- of them.

Yep.

And somewhere along the
way, Heidi meets Jekyll,

and he kills her.

It's looking very possible. Okay.

There are no more
angles on this guy. No.

He's good. He ducks the cameras.

Hey, Jim.

So we picked up a guy
who was trying to pawn

Heidi Custer's amber pendant,
and her laptop and camera.

And his print matches the bloody print

we found on the rental car.

Jim, that's gotta
be him-- Dr. Jekyll.

No, this kid is no Doogie Howser.

He's been spilling his guts.

His name is Lou Brennan.

He's a busboy at the loony-tune
coffeemaker Vince's place,

and he was tweaked on
more than a macchiato.

Said he saw Heidi talking to
Vincent at the coffee stand.

Well, I'm working on a story

for a big national news magazine.

Saw her flashing a wedge of cash.

Think a $100 latte
might be the fix I need?

After Lou closed up,

he waited for Heidi
and Vince to come back.

What the hell...?

Heard you give money to
people who know stuff.

I know stuff about all kinds
of stuff. You know what?

I have had a belly full
of crap from losers today.

I am not giving you any money.

You don't think I know stuff?

You mop the floors for a
guy who knows nothing, so no.

Now, get out of my car.

Give me my...!

Claims he didn't mean to kill her.

Just accidentally strangled
her for four and a half minutes.

Then he had to clean up his mess.

So, Heidi's murder

had nothing to do with Dr. Jekyll.

It was a simple crime of opportunity.

My big question is, if
Jekyll wasn't after Heidi,

what was he doing at the Blue Aces?

He was following me.

The man stole my I.D. badge.

He knows my face.

He could have followed me
from the lab to that casino.

He could have followed me home.

He could have followed me here.

I can talk to Brass to get
a protection detail for you.

You should think about
wearing a gun again.

Jekyll's had plenty of
opportunities to hurt me.

I don't think that's what he wants.

Don't be so sure.

Jekyll's meticulous, takes his time.

He might be planning
something special for you.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

This is Langston.

It's been a while, Professor.

Who is this?

Did I come up on your
phone as "unknown"?

And you answered anyway.

It's nice to know you haven't

lost your faith in your fellow man.

How's the real world been treating you?

Ever get nostalgic for our school days?

Nate Haskell.

That's right.

Your favorite serial killer.

I'm calling with an
exciting limited-time offer.

What do you want, Nate?

That's the wrong question, Professor.

This isn't about what I want.

This is about what you want.

Or rather... who you want.

I know who Dr. Jekyll is.