CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 10, Episode 3 - Working Stiffs - full transcript
Handsome, charming IT expert Jason Devereaux's corpse is found in his car, victim of a fatal blow with a metal object, probably by someone he knew. The slick womanizer worked at a company which provides casinos with access paraphernalia. He has a record as troublesome youth. His home laptop was stolen, but Archie reconstructs his unusual interest shared especially with nerdy gray mouse colleague Paulie Krill, a jealous social outcast. Another crime is in the making.
Hiker spotted the body from
that rise just after dawn.
Whoever did this put a lot more effort
into the killing than the concealing.
Looks like it might have
been spur-of-the-moment.
Or he didn't care if the
victim was found, either way.
Go ahead and roll him, Dave.
If the killer's smart,
he's already out of town,
laying on a beach somewhere,
drinking a margarita.
Well, let's hope he's
not all that smart, then.
Any I.D. on him?
There's no wallet, there's no cell,
and there's no keys,
unless you want to count
this bicycle lock thingy.
Body is just going into rigor.
So, Probably killed late last night.
Those look like defensive
wounds on the wrist.
Multiple head wounds, any of
which could have been fatal.
He pissed somebody off, didn't he?
What's the angriest you've ever been?
I've been mad enough to kill somebody.
Didn't do it.
What about you?
High threshold. Short fuse.
Me, too.
In high school, I vented my frustrations
by devising elaborate
tortures for my classmates.
In comic book form, of course.
Well,
whether the killer woke up this morning
intending to beat this guy
to death or not, right now,
he's a new man with a new plan.
And a big, fat secret.
Secrets are hard to keep.
Tire tracks head out to the road.
They're fresh and deep.
Driver must have floored it.
But, then again, he had a
good reason to be in a hurry.
I have two different sets of
shoe impressions here, in mud.
It hasn't rained out here for weeks.
Could be melted ice from a cooler.
Locals sometimes use
these woods to get drunk,
have target practice.
No, this isn't alcohol.
And he wasn't shot; he was bludgeoned.
Victim's male Caucasian, five-foot-ten,
155 pounds, probably in his mid-20s,
with multiple BFTs to the head and back,
as well as severe
lacerations to the left wrist.
Lack of hemorrhagic tissue indicates
the wound is postmortem.
Wound tract:
approximately two centimeters deep,
atypical for a defensive wound.
Which suggests the killer...
was trying to dig...
something...
out.
This looks like an implantable RFID.
Radio Frequency Identification chip.
I know. They're used for
tracking inventory at Wal-Mart.
But unless the 13th
Amendment got repealed
while I wasn't looking,
that's not inventory.
Implantable RFIDs are pretty new.
There's some high-end nightclubs that
give them to their VIPs to make
it easier for them to run up a tab.
Oh, yeah.
Having a chip surgically
implanted in your body
is so much more convenient than
putting a credit card in your pocket.
Well, not everything
I wear out has pockets.
I'll buy you a purse.
All right.
The chip itself looks intact.
If I can get my hands on a scanner,
I might be able to tell
who this belongs to.
No batteries required.
Just a little movement in a magnetic
field to energize the circuit,
which transmits a code, which gets
sent to the access database, and...
Just like magic.
That's impressive.
So, do you have any
other tricks up your, arm?
Belinda? I have those TPS reports...
Jason, this is Paulie
Krill, facilities management.
Paulie, this is Jason
Devereaux, our new I.T. guru.
I.T. geek... it's okay to say it.
I had an RFID surgically
implanted in my wrist.
It's, practically the definition.
Did it hurt?
No, it was,uh... it was a little
like getting a vaccination.
Without the autism.
Actually, that's anecdotal. I read in...
I tell most people that
it was a suicide attempt.
It makes me appear dark and tormented.
I bet the ladies love that.
You tell me.
Lombard.
Sounds to me like your
computer has a virus.
Oh, that's what I was afraid of.
Ah, well, come with me.
That's why we call it the Help Desk.
Where the hell is Devereaux?
I haven't seen him today.
Something wrong?
Yeah.
It's, uh...
Something is, uh...very wrong.
Come here.
No, come here, you...
you've got something in
your, something in your hair.
There, there, there, there...
There. Got it.
Thank you.
What are you looking at?
A sexual harassment suit.
You're a very funny guy.
Tell, uh, little Jason
that I want that fixed ASAP.
From now on, this is
no longer the Help Desk.
It's just... the desk.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You ever think that some
people would be better off dead?
What's gotten into you today?
I don't know.
Whatever it is, I like it.
So, they say people have
a good side and a bad side.
What's the verdict?
I don't seem to have a bad side.
What do you have there?
Metal fragment from my crime scene.
Mandy was able to pull a few small
partials and some smudges, but, uh...
nothing with enough
detail to run through AFIS.
It's magnetic, which means it's
ferrous, probably a steel alloy.
Layered steel.
Very high strength.
That fine line pattern
looks like ferning.
Material deformation
resulting from explosive force.
Yeah, possibly.
You see that kind of
thing in a pipe bomb.
Is that what this is from?
I don't know.
Come on, damn it.
Yes.
You sound happy. What's going on?
I just got the vic's name.
Jason Devereaux.
Nice. I'll track down his phone records.
He lives at 1120 Marapasa
Parkway, apartment number one.
And he drives a Ford Ranger.
That's consistent with the
tire treads at the scene.
Kill a man, take his car.
Bonus.
Man, that's three messages I've
left for the property manager now.
Maybe he's got better things to
do than cooperate with the law.
Wait, wait. Hold up a sec.
That's the victim's truck right there.
And trust me...
he was in no condition to drive it home.
Key's in the ignition.
Door's unlocked.
I'll check for prints.
Looks like everything's
been wiped clean.
Maybe not everything.
Dispatch, this is
Charlie-Zero-Six Sanders.
We need backup and tow at 1120
Marapasa Parkway.
Copy that,
Charlie-Zero-Six.
Officers are already at that
location, responding 406.
We came in on the other
side of the complex.
That's why we missed each other.
Regular maid service entered
the apartment a few hours ago.
Found the place trashed, called it in.
The unit's right back here.
Most of the electronics are gone.
TV was probably too big to carry out.
Security cable's been cut.
Killer didn't have a key.
It was on the victim's belt.
So,the killer comes back
to the vic's apartment.
Why?
Maybe to get something
that ties him to the murder.
A computer, from the looks of it.
That suggests that the killer had
a prior relationship with the vic.
family, friend, coworker.
Which means this...
is a pretty good place to start.
Everybody shut up!
Stop trying to look busy for a minute,
and give your attention down here.
Good afternoon.
I'm, uh, Captain Jim Brass.
I'm a detective with the
Las Vegas Police Department.
I'm sorry to break up your day like
this, but I'm here about Jason Devereaux.
He's not in yet.
What is this about?
M. Devereaux is the subject
of an active investigation.
I'll be talking to all
of you individually.
These officers will pick
up your contact information.
I promise it won't take too long.
Thank you in advance
for your cooperation.
He's a hacker.
Bet it's a hacker thing.
Probably some high-tech
black market credit card scam.
I read about it in Wired.
Some people, you just can't tell.
Well, all I know is the kid was
here yesterday, he wasn't here today.
And since he didn't bother calling,
he's also fired, so you know.
That's the least of his problems.
Well, I got just the place for you.
You pull the blinds, it's
totally private and quiet.
You can pull out the rubber
hose, nobody will even know.
You know, I'm curious,
do have you any problems with
disgruntled employees lately?
No more than usual.
I mean, come on, you
know what we do here.
Yeah, I can read the sign.
You're a support
operations for the Tangiers.
Which mean we laminate
badges, distribute
uniforms, and issue parking permits.
We are the testicles of the
casino business, my friend.
If you're working here, it's
not 'cause you want to be.
Action figures and anime
for the computer guy.
It's almost a clich?
Let me guess, you were a GI Joe man?
No, but... my dad was.
Hey, Nick, we're finished up here.
Want me to help Barnes?
All right,go ahead.
Nick,what do you make of this?
Looks like a long portrait.
They're big on photo-sharing sites.
Video art.
With a little narcissism.
Well,one's not much without the other.
So,all electronic data
goes back to the lab.
I'll do the honors.
Yeah,hold on there,Doctor,I'll
save you the hassle.
I've got a drive duplicator
in my truck. I'll go grab it.
All right.
According to Mr.
Devereaux's phone records,
the two of you called each
other several times last night.
I'm his direct supervisor;
we talk all the time.
Most of the calls were after 11:00 p.m.
Jason said he was dealing with
some sort of mail server glitch.
I.T.'s always dealing with something.
I thought it takes,like,48 hours
to report someone missing,so
this can't be about him
not showing up for work.
You seem more concerned about him
than the rest of your colleagues.
We're friends.
I just want to know...
He's dead.
I'm going to be informing
the rest of your coworkers,
individually,about that fact.
Please don't discuss
it with anybody,okay?
There are virtually no
personal files on his computer.
Yeah,what do you make of that?
Some people take their
privacy seriously.
His files have to be somewhere.
This thing's set up to
remotely access another machine.
How much you want to bet it's the laptop
stolen from his apartment?
Killed?
My God,that's... terrible.
Where were you last night,Mr. Krill?
Nowhere.
I... I got off work
and went home as usual.
Do you have a wife or
anybody who can verify that?
No. I live alone.
How would you describe your
relationship to Mr. Devereaux?
I don't like your tone,Detective.
You don't like my tone?
One r coworkers s just killed.
You don't seem to be too
upset by it-- why is that?
I didn't like him.
Jason was always trying to get
people to do his work for him.
And because he was
good-looking and charming,
I guess they did.
You do your job...
and you work hard.
That's how you get what
you deserve in life.
At least that's the way I was raised.
Ooh,monoamine oxidase A.
Ask me anything. What
do you want to know?
What do you know about it?
Kind of a lot.
My research group in grad
school developed a protocol
to synthesize the gene.
What's the case?
It's just something I'm working on.
You know,that specific
mutation right there
has actually been linked
to violent behavior.
For example,there was this Dutch family,
and all the males in the family who
had that were rapists and arsonists.
And then mice without the MAOA gene all
exhibited highly aggressive behavior.
MAOA deficiency doesn't
make you violent.
I didn't say it did.
Just 'cause something might
happen doesn't mean it will.
It's genetics,it's not destiny.
The vic's laptop is online there.
That's the victim's apartment building.
Can you isolate the unit?
Let's see.
His computer was configured
for remote screen access.
So,that means I might be able
to access the computer directly.
Got him.
That's what's on his machine right now.
This guy's a gamer,huh?
But so am I.
Check this.
Laptop cam on.
Okay...
Say cheese,dirtbag.
Look,I-I didn't kill nobody,I don't
know nothing about nobody getting killed.
And here you are with a dead
guy's laptop in your possession.
Okay,yeah,sure,okay,I can admit to that.
I-I was heading outta my crib
and I walked by this apartment.
See,the door was just wide open.
All this high-end gear in there,it's
just sitting there,unattended.
Yeah,all locked up with
security cables,right?
Well,well,yeah,that's why I
go back,get the bolt cutters.
You know,what with
Christmas coming up and all.
Yeah.
Write it down.
He's nothing. He's just
a random petty thief.
The killer probably
left the apartment door
open to make it look like a robbery.
Well,Jason Devereaux had a juvee record.
I had it unsealed.
A lot of antisocial tendencies in there.
He also did time on a work farm
for peddling Ritalin in high school.
You think it's a drug thing?
His tox came back positive
for methamphetamine.
Point-oh-two
mikes per mil.
That's a party dose.
Maybe.
But it wouldn't be the first time
that a regular guy with a
steady job threw it all away
for the great taste of meth.
Desi?
Lucy?
You're doing Desorption
Electrospray Ionization-- DESI.
a spray of electrically charged water
dissolves compounds in the fingerprints,
which creates a thin film that
gets scattered back to the mass-spec
identifying what the suspect touched.
I know how it works.
I'm doing it.
Yes.
But it was a lucid and entertaining
explanation of the process.
You know,
I did process that metal and there
was no unusual residue on the surface.
Are you expecting to find
something in the prints?
I was at a DEA seminar last month,
they were discussing
making "one-pot" meth.
You mix the chemicals
in a container which
you leave in the woods to vent and cure.
But if someone comes along
and disturbs it at the wmom.
Kaboom.
So it's a drug thing.
That's what everyone seems to think.
Homeland Security was missing out
on a real asset with Jason Devereaux.
His laptop was loaded with keyloggers
and corporate spyware
set up to copy e-mails and files
from a dozen people in his office.
There's gigabytes of stuff here.
He was spying on
everybody he worked with.
Maybe he read something
he shouldn't have.
Something worth killing him for.
This isn't a drug thing.
Traces of RDX in the
fingerprints-- high explosive.
That's disturbing.
Terrorism comes to mind.
It certainly does.
I know what you're up to,Paulie.
And I want to help.
What are you talking about?
What are you doing?
I haven't been here long,but
I can see the way things are.
People putting you down,
day after day,in little ways,
making you feel like you're nothing.
"Hey,Paulie,you're going to have
to stay late and do inventory."
"Hey,Paulie,we're out of
coffee again,would you mind?"
"Hey,Paulie,love the shirt."
I know what it feels
like to be on the outside.
And I know you want to make them pay.
I don't know what you're talking about.
How did you...How did you do that?
Your life's an open book to me,Paulie.
I know what you really want to do
to this place,deep down in your heart,
when it feels like Lombard and
this job are grinding you down.
I've got an uncle that
works in the mining business.
I could get a brick of
RDX with one phone call.
No questions asked.
I can make all your
dreams come true,Paulie.
All you gotta do is let me.
Okay,these are the colleagues whose
trust Jason Devereaux was violating.
Knowing the deep,dark secrets of
your coworkers is a slippery slope.
There was a time in my life
that would've come in handy.
I used to work alongside
an angel of death,remember?
It's mostly oine
shopping and DVD rentals.
I take it the office firewalls porn?
Don't they all.
But if the victim was poking
into everyone's private life,
this could've been an extortion
scheme gone bad,a crime of passion.
Wouldn't explain the explosives
we found on the metal fragment.
Archie and I did global searches
for words like "explosives,"
and unless Mr. Lombard's recent bout
of diarrhea counts,we struck out.
Brass ran scent dogs
through this whole office.
The only thing found were
traces of RDX in Jason's cubicle.
Well,his uncle runs a mining company
and according to Jason's juvee record,
he enjoyed blowing things up as a child.
Maybe he was just pursuing
his hobby into adulthood.
Well,if there's an explanation in there,
it looks like we're
going to have to find it
the old-fashioned way
and read the lot of them.
Split it up by individual,
starting with the day of the
murder and work your way back.
Okay.
Oh,hey,George.
Mr. Lombard wanted me to bring him the
new swatches for the bellman uniforms.
Looking for Ms. Mayfield,but...
Yeah,sure,fine,whatever.
Thanks.
So,how'd you know this
thing was even in here?
I found it logging
inventory a few months back,
so I contacted the City Planning...
City Planning Department,that's
right,I remember.
They,uh,they e-mailed
you the building plans.
Yeah.
Okay,coast is clear.
This was an electrical conduit.
It goes about 150 feet
outside the building,
comes up on the other
side of the security fence.
Okay.
Get in.
What?
Get in. Go all the way
out and then come back.
You said this was your exit strategy.
I just want to be sure that it works.
Go ahead,I'm gonna,I'm
gonna stand guard.
Jason,it's totally dark in there.
I don't even have a flashlight.
there's an app for that.
Hello?
You know,I don't know. He was just here.
I'm calling Lombard!
George,George,calm down a second!
I don't know-- Paulie's
gonna be back in a second.
Hey,George,I can explain.
That phone has outstanding reception.
Wait,that was a joke?
You were joking?
Always expect the unexpected.
Are you kidding me?!
Relax,I'm just toughening you
up. You're gonna thank me later.
Did you get all the way out?
That conduit isn't
going to do us any good
if you're just counting on
old George to be there...
We don't need him.
You're not authorized to be in this...
How did you,how did you...
Never underestimate the
power of a sexy geek...
with a Flash drive.
I got all the access codes we need.
Right over here,Ms. Devereaux.
They said I could
collect my son's things.
Personal effects only,ma'am.
And write down whatever you take.
Excuse me,are you Jason's mom?
I'm Paulie Krill; my condolences.
You look like you could use some help.
That'd be nice.
Were you friends with Jase?
Um,work friends mostly.
You didn't really know him then?
No,not really.
I always figured things
would turn out bad for him.
Jase was a
difficult boy.
High-spirited.
That's rough when there's no dad around.
Sometimes I think I took extra shifts
at work so I...
wouldn't have to go home.
Here you go.
I hope he wasn't awful to you.
Don't blame yourself.
Ray.
Highway Patrol just brought this in.
They found it on the side of
the road near Mount Charleston,
about a mile away from your crime scene.
Metal's consistent with the
exploded fragment you found.
And there's blood on the edge.
Which I sampled with a high-quality
Lynn-Peavey integra swab
to compare with the vic's.
It could be what made the
impact wound on his back.
It could be our murder weapon.
Whatever it is.
Stokes.
Hey,Nick,it's Wendy.
I got the DNA results
for the semen stain
in the victim's car.
You okay?
Yeah.
Clearly.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Belinda,I know you liked Jason.
But he was obviously into
some pretty bad stuff.
Maybe he wasn't as nice
a guy as you think he was.
They never are.
Yeah.
Look,it's about time to get out of here.
You up for a drink?
Or ten?
Just us?
Yeah.
It's been a weird day. What the hell.
Let's make it a weird night.
Sure.
Ms. Mayfield,I need you to
come to the police station.
Why?
Do you mind?
No,he doesn't have...I
already talked with you.
You didn't talk to me about what your
DNA was doing in the victim's car,
unless you want to
deny sleeping with him.
Go with this officer.
You know what the weird
part of this is,I mean,
at least from your point of view.
The only reason we have
your DNA in our system
is because you gave it
to us three years ago,
when you filed charges against your
scumbag ex-husband for domestic abuse.
Believe me,I remember that.
Oh,I'm sure you do.
And I'm not telling you
something you don't know,
but you've got a history
of picking the wrong guy.
I mean,I have statements
from your coworkers.
Jason Devereaux was banging
half the women in your office.
So,what do they say
about a woman scorned?
We found Jason's Flash
drive in her purse,
filled with passwords,
account information,
and RFID access codes to nearly
every secure area in that building.
That screams white collar crime to me.
What's the scam?
I mean,what is there to steal?
That place isn't exactly a bank.
I don't know,but Jason had
an E-ticket on Pacific Vista
departing for Cabo tomorrow morning.
What?!
Yeah,so,unless he just happened
to be planning a vacation...
More like trying to skip town.
Let's see if anybody else
from his work went with him.
I hear Cabo's very
romantic this time of year.
We were just going away for the weekend.
No,you were going away for good.
We have your access codes
on Jason's Flash drive.
I gave him that so he could reprogram
my boss' access card,
so it wouldn't work.
Something wrong?
- It was a joke.
- It was a plan.
You and Jason were cooking up some
scheme in the office,things went bad,
and one working stiff
makes another worker stiff.
I had a fling with him.
That was it!
I didn't kill him.
The piece that Highway Patrol brought in
is part of the inside cover of
a Traeger GR-7 jewelry safe.
So Jason and whoever killed him
were out in the woods blowing up a safe?
Apparently.
All of which suggests they were
planning an old-fashioned robbery.
You know that my dad
was a casino boss,right?
Well,every few weeks,
he had to collect the revenue from all
of his low-end,low-volume operations.
Nickel slots from bars and mini-marts,
grocery store Keno,that sort of thing?
We're not talking small potatoes,either.
Quarter mil,easy,even on a bad month.
An armored truck would go
around town making the pickups,
but when they were done,the
bank would be closed.
So,they would drive to
Sam's business office
where he kept a big, old
vault in a room all by itself.
Sam loved showing it off to me
as the sacks of coins and
bricks of cash went into it.
Anyway,the money would go into the vault
and stay there until the next morning,
when the armored car guys would
return and take it to the bank.
I think we need to find out if
there's a safe on the premises.
Oh,hi,there.
I'm David Hodges.
Welcome to Lynn-Peavey Corporation's
Wonderful World of Forensics.
Today on
our show--
the scintillating science of swabbing.
I don't think the girl
had anything to do with it.
I think she's more of
a victim than a killer.
Okay. What about his safe?
No,not yet. Tangiers Corporate
doesn't want to talk about
how and where they
keep their money until
they get the okay from
their bosses in New York,
and back East,they're still in
bed,so I'm working up a warrant.
Thanks,Jim. You know how to find me.
What are you doing?
Proof of principle.
Mythbusters style.
When you landed on the idea that
there might be a safe involved,
we had Archie and Greg search
Jason's files for the term.
It turns out that both the victim
and another employee,Paulie Krill,
had been doing a lot of Web
searches on safecracking.
That is a Traeger GR-7 jewelry safe,
same model as the one that we
found evidence of in the woods.
We bought it from the one
local store that carries them.
And the last one they
sold was to Paulie Krill.
I take it the fact that you're both
still here means there's a broadcast out?
Yes.
Paulie Krill is not at home.
His office is closed for the night.
In any event,this safe features
what's known as a glass re-locker.
When someone attempts to drill the door,
a glass plate inside the safe breaks,
activating additional locking bolts,
which render the safe
practically impervious.
There's a Traeger GR-17
safe in the vic's office.
That is the big brother to this model
but the physics is the same.
These guys were also
renting heist movies,among
them The Score, which is not a bad film.
I liked it.
Safecracker cuts a hole in the top
of the safe,fills it with water,
and then drops in a high
explosive depth charge.
There was water in the vic's truck.
And mud at the scene.
Water is an incompressible fluid,
so it transfers the force
of the explosion to the door
before the glass
re-locker can activate.
That was their plan.
That...
was...
awesome.
Now all we got to do is hang loose
for a couple of days
until the money comes in,
and then we cash out.
Yo hablo espa?ol,mi amigo.
I hope you do,too.
I can't go through with it.
What?
No,no,no,no,no. No,no,not now.
No,you are not backing out
of this now,man. Not now.
It wasn't real! It was just a game.
It was... It was a secret.
Nobody was even supposed
to know about it.
For 20 years,all you do is fill in
the space in that lousy little cubicle,
and still,you somehow manage
to come up with the perfect plan
to rip off all of the losers
that you work for that make you
feel like crap day after day.
I give you the thing that you
need to make it all go boom,
and-and you don't want
to go through with it?
No. I can't. I can't.
Yes,you can,Paul.
For once in your life,you're
actually going to do something,
something big.
You want this,I know you do!
I've seen it in your eyes.
Staring at all those
things that you can't get--
money,respect,Belinda.
No!
I don't care!
I'm not doing it. I can't! That's it!
I am out!
Fine!
You want out,you're out!
I don't need you to carry
this off any more,anyway.
Breathe a word of this
to anyone anywhere,
and I will hunt you down and
put a bullet in your head.
I swear.
Empty space.
That's all you are.
Mr. Krill!
LVPD! Open up!
Paulie,drop it!
Paulie!
Get the door open!
Let's go!
I can't find my card.
Try harder!
Call it in.
I knew...
it would work.
that rise just after dawn.
Whoever did this put a lot more effort
into the killing than the concealing.
Looks like it might have
been spur-of-the-moment.
Or he didn't care if the
victim was found, either way.
Go ahead and roll him, Dave.
If the killer's smart,
he's already out of town,
laying on a beach somewhere,
drinking a margarita.
Well, let's hope he's
not all that smart, then.
Any I.D. on him?
There's no wallet, there's no cell,
and there's no keys,
unless you want to count
this bicycle lock thingy.
Body is just going into rigor.
So, Probably killed late last night.
Those look like defensive
wounds on the wrist.
Multiple head wounds, any of
which could have been fatal.
He pissed somebody off, didn't he?
What's the angriest you've ever been?
I've been mad enough to kill somebody.
Didn't do it.
What about you?
High threshold. Short fuse.
Me, too.
In high school, I vented my frustrations
by devising elaborate
tortures for my classmates.
In comic book form, of course.
Well,
whether the killer woke up this morning
intending to beat this guy
to death or not, right now,
he's a new man with a new plan.
And a big, fat secret.
Secrets are hard to keep.
Tire tracks head out to the road.
They're fresh and deep.
Driver must have floored it.
But, then again, he had a
good reason to be in a hurry.
I have two different sets of
shoe impressions here, in mud.
It hasn't rained out here for weeks.
Could be melted ice from a cooler.
Locals sometimes use
these woods to get drunk,
have target practice.
No, this isn't alcohol.
And he wasn't shot; he was bludgeoned.
Victim's male Caucasian, five-foot-ten,
155 pounds, probably in his mid-20s,
with multiple BFTs to the head and back,
as well as severe
lacerations to the left wrist.
Lack of hemorrhagic tissue indicates
the wound is postmortem.
Wound tract:
approximately two centimeters deep,
atypical for a defensive wound.
Which suggests the killer...
was trying to dig...
something...
out.
This looks like an implantable RFID.
Radio Frequency Identification chip.
I know. They're used for
tracking inventory at Wal-Mart.
But unless the 13th
Amendment got repealed
while I wasn't looking,
that's not inventory.
Implantable RFIDs are pretty new.
There's some high-end nightclubs that
give them to their VIPs to make
it easier for them to run up a tab.
Oh, yeah.
Having a chip surgically
implanted in your body
is so much more convenient than
putting a credit card in your pocket.
Well, not everything
I wear out has pockets.
I'll buy you a purse.
All right.
The chip itself looks intact.
If I can get my hands on a scanner,
I might be able to tell
who this belongs to.
No batteries required.
Just a little movement in a magnetic
field to energize the circuit,
which transmits a code, which gets
sent to the access database, and...
Just like magic.
That's impressive.
So, do you have any
other tricks up your, arm?
Belinda? I have those TPS reports...
Jason, this is Paulie
Krill, facilities management.
Paulie, this is Jason
Devereaux, our new I.T. guru.
I.T. geek... it's okay to say it.
I had an RFID surgically
implanted in my wrist.
It's, practically the definition.
Did it hurt?
No, it was,uh... it was a little
like getting a vaccination.
Without the autism.
Actually, that's anecdotal. I read in...
I tell most people that
it was a suicide attempt.
It makes me appear dark and tormented.
I bet the ladies love that.
You tell me.
Lombard.
Sounds to me like your
computer has a virus.
Oh, that's what I was afraid of.
Ah, well, come with me.
That's why we call it the Help Desk.
Where the hell is Devereaux?
I haven't seen him today.
Something wrong?
Yeah.
It's, uh...
Something is, uh...very wrong.
Come here.
No, come here, you...
you've got something in
your, something in your hair.
There, there, there, there...
There. Got it.
Thank you.
What are you looking at?
A sexual harassment suit.
You're a very funny guy.
Tell, uh, little Jason
that I want that fixed ASAP.
From now on, this is
no longer the Help Desk.
It's just... the desk.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You ever think that some
people would be better off dead?
What's gotten into you today?
I don't know.
Whatever it is, I like it.
So, they say people have
a good side and a bad side.
What's the verdict?
I don't seem to have a bad side.
What do you have there?
Metal fragment from my crime scene.
Mandy was able to pull a few small
partials and some smudges, but, uh...
nothing with enough
detail to run through AFIS.
It's magnetic, which means it's
ferrous, probably a steel alloy.
Layered steel.
Very high strength.
That fine line pattern
looks like ferning.
Material deformation
resulting from explosive force.
Yeah, possibly.
You see that kind of
thing in a pipe bomb.
Is that what this is from?
I don't know.
Come on, damn it.
Yes.
You sound happy. What's going on?
I just got the vic's name.
Jason Devereaux.
Nice. I'll track down his phone records.
He lives at 1120 Marapasa
Parkway, apartment number one.
And he drives a Ford Ranger.
That's consistent with the
tire treads at the scene.
Kill a man, take his car.
Bonus.
Man, that's three messages I've
left for the property manager now.
Maybe he's got better things to
do than cooperate with the law.
Wait, wait. Hold up a sec.
That's the victim's truck right there.
And trust me...
he was in no condition to drive it home.
Key's in the ignition.
Door's unlocked.
I'll check for prints.
Looks like everything's
been wiped clean.
Maybe not everything.
Dispatch, this is
Charlie-Zero-Six Sanders.
We need backup and tow at 1120
Marapasa Parkway.
Copy that,
Charlie-Zero-Six.
Officers are already at that
location, responding 406.
We came in on the other
side of the complex.
That's why we missed each other.
Regular maid service entered
the apartment a few hours ago.
Found the place trashed, called it in.
The unit's right back here.
Most of the electronics are gone.
TV was probably too big to carry out.
Security cable's been cut.
Killer didn't have a key.
It was on the victim's belt.
So,the killer comes back
to the vic's apartment.
Why?
Maybe to get something
that ties him to the murder.
A computer, from the looks of it.
That suggests that the killer had
a prior relationship with the vic.
family, friend, coworker.
Which means this...
is a pretty good place to start.
Everybody shut up!
Stop trying to look busy for a minute,
and give your attention down here.
Good afternoon.
I'm, uh, Captain Jim Brass.
I'm a detective with the
Las Vegas Police Department.
I'm sorry to break up your day like
this, but I'm here about Jason Devereaux.
He's not in yet.
What is this about?
M. Devereaux is the subject
of an active investigation.
I'll be talking to all
of you individually.
These officers will pick
up your contact information.
I promise it won't take too long.
Thank you in advance
for your cooperation.
He's a hacker.
Bet it's a hacker thing.
Probably some high-tech
black market credit card scam.
I read about it in Wired.
Some people, you just can't tell.
Well, all I know is the kid was
here yesterday, he wasn't here today.
And since he didn't bother calling,
he's also fired, so you know.
That's the least of his problems.
Well, I got just the place for you.
You pull the blinds, it's
totally private and quiet.
You can pull out the rubber
hose, nobody will even know.
You know, I'm curious,
do have you any problems with
disgruntled employees lately?
No more than usual.
I mean, come on, you
know what we do here.
Yeah, I can read the sign.
You're a support
operations for the Tangiers.
Which mean we laminate
badges, distribute
uniforms, and issue parking permits.
We are the testicles of the
casino business, my friend.
If you're working here, it's
not 'cause you want to be.
Action figures and anime
for the computer guy.
It's almost a clich?
Let me guess, you were a GI Joe man?
No, but... my dad was.
Hey, Nick, we're finished up here.
Want me to help Barnes?
All right,go ahead.
Nick,what do you make of this?
Looks like a long portrait.
They're big on photo-sharing sites.
Video art.
With a little narcissism.
Well,one's not much without the other.
So,all electronic data
goes back to the lab.
I'll do the honors.
Yeah,hold on there,Doctor,I'll
save you the hassle.
I've got a drive duplicator
in my truck. I'll go grab it.
All right.
According to Mr.
Devereaux's phone records,
the two of you called each
other several times last night.
I'm his direct supervisor;
we talk all the time.
Most of the calls were after 11:00 p.m.
Jason said he was dealing with
some sort of mail server glitch.
I.T.'s always dealing with something.
I thought it takes,like,48 hours
to report someone missing,so
this can't be about him
not showing up for work.
You seem more concerned about him
than the rest of your colleagues.
We're friends.
I just want to know...
He's dead.
I'm going to be informing
the rest of your coworkers,
individually,about that fact.
Please don't discuss
it with anybody,okay?
There are virtually no
personal files on his computer.
Yeah,what do you make of that?
Some people take their
privacy seriously.
His files have to be somewhere.
This thing's set up to
remotely access another machine.
How much you want to bet it's the laptop
stolen from his apartment?
Killed?
My God,that's... terrible.
Where were you last night,Mr. Krill?
Nowhere.
I... I got off work
and went home as usual.
Do you have a wife or
anybody who can verify that?
No. I live alone.
How would you describe your
relationship to Mr. Devereaux?
I don't like your tone,Detective.
You don't like my tone?
One r coworkers s just killed.
You don't seem to be too
upset by it-- why is that?
I didn't like him.
Jason was always trying to get
people to do his work for him.
And because he was
good-looking and charming,
I guess they did.
You do your job...
and you work hard.
That's how you get what
you deserve in life.
At least that's the way I was raised.
Ooh,monoamine oxidase A.
Ask me anything. What
do you want to know?
What do you know about it?
Kind of a lot.
My research group in grad
school developed a protocol
to synthesize the gene.
What's the case?
It's just something I'm working on.
You know,that specific
mutation right there
has actually been linked
to violent behavior.
For example,there was this Dutch family,
and all the males in the family who
had that were rapists and arsonists.
And then mice without the MAOA gene all
exhibited highly aggressive behavior.
MAOA deficiency doesn't
make you violent.
I didn't say it did.
Just 'cause something might
happen doesn't mean it will.
It's genetics,it's not destiny.
The vic's laptop is online there.
That's the victim's apartment building.
Can you isolate the unit?
Let's see.
His computer was configured
for remote screen access.
So,that means I might be able
to access the computer directly.
Got him.
That's what's on his machine right now.
This guy's a gamer,huh?
But so am I.
Check this.
Laptop cam on.
Okay...
Say cheese,dirtbag.
Look,I-I didn't kill nobody,I don't
know nothing about nobody getting killed.
And here you are with a dead
guy's laptop in your possession.
Okay,yeah,sure,okay,I can admit to that.
I-I was heading outta my crib
and I walked by this apartment.
See,the door was just wide open.
All this high-end gear in there,it's
just sitting there,unattended.
Yeah,all locked up with
security cables,right?
Well,well,yeah,that's why I
go back,get the bolt cutters.
You know,what with
Christmas coming up and all.
Yeah.
Write it down.
He's nothing. He's just
a random petty thief.
The killer probably
left the apartment door
open to make it look like a robbery.
Well,Jason Devereaux had a juvee record.
I had it unsealed.
A lot of antisocial tendencies in there.
He also did time on a work farm
for peddling Ritalin in high school.
You think it's a drug thing?
His tox came back positive
for methamphetamine.
Point-oh-two
mikes per mil.
That's a party dose.
Maybe.
But it wouldn't be the first time
that a regular guy with a
steady job threw it all away
for the great taste of meth.
Desi?
Lucy?
You're doing Desorption
Electrospray Ionization-- DESI.
a spray of electrically charged water
dissolves compounds in the fingerprints,
which creates a thin film that
gets scattered back to the mass-spec
identifying what the suspect touched.
I know how it works.
I'm doing it.
Yes.
But it was a lucid and entertaining
explanation of the process.
You know,
I did process that metal and there
was no unusual residue on the surface.
Are you expecting to find
something in the prints?
I was at a DEA seminar last month,
they were discussing
making "one-pot" meth.
You mix the chemicals
in a container which
you leave in the woods to vent and cure.
But if someone comes along
and disturbs it at the wmom.
Kaboom.
So it's a drug thing.
That's what everyone seems to think.
Homeland Security was missing out
on a real asset with Jason Devereaux.
His laptop was loaded with keyloggers
and corporate spyware
set up to copy e-mails and files
from a dozen people in his office.
There's gigabytes of stuff here.
He was spying on
everybody he worked with.
Maybe he read something
he shouldn't have.
Something worth killing him for.
This isn't a drug thing.
Traces of RDX in the
fingerprints-- high explosive.
That's disturbing.
Terrorism comes to mind.
It certainly does.
I know what you're up to,Paulie.
And I want to help.
What are you talking about?
What are you doing?
I haven't been here long,but
I can see the way things are.
People putting you down,
day after day,in little ways,
making you feel like you're nothing.
"Hey,Paulie,you're going to have
to stay late and do inventory."
"Hey,Paulie,we're out of
coffee again,would you mind?"
"Hey,Paulie,love the shirt."
I know what it feels
like to be on the outside.
And I know you want to make them pay.
I don't know what you're talking about.
How did you...How did you do that?
Your life's an open book to me,Paulie.
I know what you really want to do
to this place,deep down in your heart,
when it feels like Lombard and
this job are grinding you down.
I've got an uncle that
works in the mining business.
I could get a brick of
RDX with one phone call.
No questions asked.
I can make all your
dreams come true,Paulie.
All you gotta do is let me.
Okay,these are the colleagues whose
trust Jason Devereaux was violating.
Knowing the deep,dark secrets of
your coworkers is a slippery slope.
There was a time in my life
that would've come in handy.
I used to work alongside
an angel of death,remember?
It's mostly oine
shopping and DVD rentals.
I take it the office firewalls porn?
Don't they all.
But if the victim was poking
into everyone's private life,
this could've been an extortion
scheme gone bad,a crime of passion.
Wouldn't explain the explosives
we found on the metal fragment.
Archie and I did global searches
for words like "explosives,"
and unless Mr. Lombard's recent bout
of diarrhea counts,we struck out.
Brass ran scent dogs
through this whole office.
The only thing found were
traces of RDX in Jason's cubicle.
Well,his uncle runs a mining company
and according to Jason's juvee record,
he enjoyed blowing things up as a child.
Maybe he was just pursuing
his hobby into adulthood.
Well,if there's an explanation in there,
it looks like we're
going to have to find it
the old-fashioned way
and read the lot of them.
Split it up by individual,
starting with the day of the
murder and work your way back.
Okay.
Oh,hey,George.
Mr. Lombard wanted me to bring him the
new swatches for the bellman uniforms.
Looking for Ms. Mayfield,but...
Yeah,sure,fine,whatever.
Thanks.
So,how'd you know this
thing was even in here?
I found it logging
inventory a few months back,
so I contacted the City Planning...
City Planning Department,that's
right,I remember.
They,uh,they e-mailed
you the building plans.
Yeah.
Okay,coast is clear.
This was an electrical conduit.
It goes about 150 feet
outside the building,
comes up on the other
side of the security fence.
Okay.
Get in.
What?
Get in. Go all the way
out and then come back.
You said this was your exit strategy.
I just want to be sure that it works.
Go ahead,I'm gonna,I'm
gonna stand guard.
Jason,it's totally dark in there.
I don't even have a flashlight.
there's an app for that.
Hello?
You know,I don't know. He was just here.
I'm calling Lombard!
George,George,calm down a second!
I don't know-- Paulie's
gonna be back in a second.
Hey,George,I can explain.
That phone has outstanding reception.
Wait,that was a joke?
You were joking?
Always expect the unexpected.
Are you kidding me?!
Relax,I'm just toughening you
up. You're gonna thank me later.
Did you get all the way out?
That conduit isn't
going to do us any good
if you're just counting on
old George to be there...
We don't need him.
You're not authorized to be in this...
How did you,how did you...
Never underestimate the
power of a sexy geek...
with a Flash drive.
I got all the access codes we need.
Right over here,Ms. Devereaux.
They said I could
collect my son's things.
Personal effects only,ma'am.
And write down whatever you take.
Excuse me,are you Jason's mom?
I'm Paulie Krill; my condolences.
You look like you could use some help.
That'd be nice.
Were you friends with Jase?
Um,work friends mostly.
You didn't really know him then?
No,not really.
I always figured things
would turn out bad for him.
Jase was a
difficult boy.
High-spirited.
That's rough when there's no dad around.
Sometimes I think I took extra shifts
at work so I...
wouldn't have to go home.
Here you go.
I hope he wasn't awful to you.
Don't blame yourself.
Ray.
Highway Patrol just brought this in.
They found it on the side of
the road near Mount Charleston,
about a mile away from your crime scene.
Metal's consistent with the
exploded fragment you found.
And there's blood on the edge.
Which I sampled with a high-quality
Lynn-Peavey integra swab
to compare with the vic's.
It could be what made the
impact wound on his back.
It could be our murder weapon.
Whatever it is.
Stokes.
Hey,Nick,it's Wendy.
I got the DNA results
for the semen stain
in the victim's car.
You okay?
Yeah.
Clearly.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Belinda,I know you liked Jason.
But he was obviously into
some pretty bad stuff.
Maybe he wasn't as nice
a guy as you think he was.
They never are.
Yeah.
Look,it's about time to get out of here.
You up for a drink?
Or ten?
Just us?
Yeah.
It's been a weird day. What the hell.
Let's make it a weird night.
Sure.
Ms. Mayfield,I need you to
come to the police station.
Why?
Do you mind?
No,he doesn't have...I
already talked with you.
You didn't talk to me about what your
DNA was doing in the victim's car,
unless you want to
deny sleeping with him.
Go with this officer.
You know what the weird
part of this is,I mean,
at least from your point of view.
The only reason we have
your DNA in our system
is because you gave it
to us three years ago,
when you filed charges against your
scumbag ex-husband for domestic abuse.
Believe me,I remember that.
Oh,I'm sure you do.
And I'm not telling you
something you don't know,
but you've got a history
of picking the wrong guy.
I mean,I have statements
from your coworkers.
Jason Devereaux was banging
half the women in your office.
So,what do they say
about a woman scorned?
We found Jason's Flash
drive in her purse,
filled with passwords,
account information,
and RFID access codes to nearly
every secure area in that building.
That screams white collar crime to me.
What's the scam?
I mean,what is there to steal?
That place isn't exactly a bank.
I don't know,but Jason had
an E-ticket on Pacific Vista
departing for Cabo tomorrow morning.
What?!
Yeah,so,unless he just happened
to be planning a vacation...
More like trying to skip town.
Let's see if anybody else
from his work went with him.
I hear Cabo's very
romantic this time of year.
We were just going away for the weekend.
No,you were going away for good.
We have your access codes
on Jason's Flash drive.
I gave him that so he could reprogram
my boss' access card,
so it wouldn't work.
Something wrong?
- It was a joke.
- It was a plan.
You and Jason were cooking up some
scheme in the office,things went bad,
and one working stiff
makes another worker stiff.
I had a fling with him.
That was it!
I didn't kill him.
The piece that Highway Patrol brought in
is part of the inside cover of
a Traeger GR-7 jewelry safe.
So Jason and whoever killed him
were out in the woods blowing up a safe?
Apparently.
All of which suggests they were
planning an old-fashioned robbery.
You know that my dad
was a casino boss,right?
Well,every few weeks,
he had to collect the revenue from all
of his low-end,low-volume operations.
Nickel slots from bars and mini-marts,
grocery store Keno,that sort of thing?
We're not talking small potatoes,either.
Quarter mil,easy,even on a bad month.
An armored truck would go
around town making the pickups,
but when they were done,the
bank would be closed.
So,they would drive to
Sam's business office
where he kept a big, old
vault in a room all by itself.
Sam loved showing it off to me
as the sacks of coins and
bricks of cash went into it.
Anyway,the money would go into the vault
and stay there until the next morning,
when the armored car guys would
return and take it to the bank.
I think we need to find out if
there's a safe on the premises.
Oh,hi,there.
I'm David Hodges.
Welcome to Lynn-Peavey Corporation's
Wonderful World of Forensics.
Today on
our show--
the scintillating science of swabbing.
I don't think the girl
had anything to do with it.
I think she's more of
a victim than a killer.
Okay. What about his safe?
No,not yet. Tangiers Corporate
doesn't want to talk about
how and where they
keep their money until
they get the okay from
their bosses in New York,
and back East,they're still in
bed,so I'm working up a warrant.
Thanks,Jim. You know how to find me.
What are you doing?
Proof of principle.
Mythbusters style.
When you landed on the idea that
there might be a safe involved,
we had Archie and Greg search
Jason's files for the term.
It turns out that both the victim
and another employee,Paulie Krill,
had been doing a lot of Web
searches on safecracking.
That is a Traeger GR-7 jewelry safe,
same model as the one that we
found evidence of in the woods.
We bought it from the one
local store that carries them.
And the last one they
sold was to Paulie Krill.
I take it the fact that you're both
still here means there's a broadcast out?
Yes.
Paulie Krill is not at home.
His office is closed for the night.
In any event,this safe features
what's known as a glass re-locker.
When someone attempts to drill the door,
a glass plate inside the safe breaks,
activating additional locking bolts,
which render the safe
practically impervious.
There's a Traeger GR-17
safe in the vic's office.
That is the big brother to this model
but the physics is the same.
These guys were also
renting heist movies,among
them The Score, which is not a bad film.
I liked it.
Safecracker cuts a hole in the top
of the safe,fills it with water,
and then drops in a high
explosive depth charge.
There was water in the vic's truck.
And mud at the scene.
Water is an incompressible fluid,
so it transfers the force
of the explosion to the door
before the glass
re-locker can activate.
That was their plan.
That...
was...
awesome.
Now all we got to do is hang loose
for a couple of days
until the money comes in,
and then we cash out.
Yo hablo espa?ol,mi amigo.
I hope you do,too.
I can't go through with it.
What?
No,no,no,no,no. No,no,not now.
No,you are not backing out
of this now,man. Not now.
It wasn't real! It was just a game.
It was... It was a secret.
Nobody was even supposed
to know about it.
For 20 years,all you do is fill in
the space in that lousy little cubicle,
and still,you somehow manage
to come up with the perfect plan
to rip off all of the losers
that you work for that make you
feel like crap day after day.
I give you the thing that you
need to make it all go boom,
and-and you don't want
to go through with it?
No. I can't. I can't.
Yes,you can,Paul.
For once in your life,you're
actually going to do something,
something big.
You want this,I know you do!
I've seen it in your eyes.
Staring at all those
things that you can't get--
money,respect,Belinda.
No!
I don't care!
I'm not doing it. I can't! That's it!
I am out!
Fine!
You want out,you're out!
I don't need you to carry
this off any more,anyway.
Breathe a word of this
to anyone anywhere,
and I will hunt you down and
put a bullet in your head.
I swear.
Empty space.
That's all you are.
Mr. Krill!
LVPD! Open up!
Paulie,drop it!
Paulie!
Get the door open!
Let's go!
I can't find my card.
Try harder!
Call it in.
I knew...
it would work.