CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 11, Episode 9 - Wild Life - full transcript

[Woman]
Oh, my God! That one guy

kept coming up behind me
and smelling my hair.

[Woman #2]
What was with all the short guys?

He was like, five feet tall.

I know, he came up to there.

Aw! There's not
a decent guy in there.

The one who kept grabbing my ass--

total reject from the Jersey Shore.

At least he wasn't dragging
around an oxygen tank.

Oh, ew.

Oh...



See the way he's looking at her?

It's like she's the only girl in the world.

I want that.

Where are all the good men?

[screaming]

Step back, please.
Step back.

Smell that?

Alcohol.

Maybe this guy had a few too many
and fell off his balcony.

Well, the back of his skull
is completely obliterated.

Unfortunately, that won't help us
determine how far he fell.

These injuries could have occurred

if he fell 5 stories or 20.

It all happened so fast.



It's like the guy
just fell out of the sky.

What are you looking at?

Oh, I'm sorry. You got
something in your, uh...

I do?

Yeah, it's okay. Don't move.

Ew.

What is it?

Just a little piece of brains.

You always said you were
looking for a guy with brains.

I'm sorry. I make jokes
when I'm nervous.

That's all right.
Just a couple more questions.

Did you girls hear anything
before he hit the ground?

Any yelling? Screaming?

No.

I was just looking for a nice guy.

One with a pulse.

Maybe a badge?

Sorry.

I flirt when I'm nervous, too.

Thank you.

Victim is Brad Malone;
guest at the hotel.

Bad couple of days.

He was down over 100 grand.

Another 50 in unpaid markers.

You got all of that for a hug?

Jerry? He used to work
for my father.

So he just handed over
the casino's financials?

Come on.
How well do you know this guy?

It's really not what you're thinking.

When Sam died, he left me
a little piece of the Eclipse.

How little?

It's really no big deal.

Then why haven't you said anything?

I don't want everyone to know.

So now I'm "everyone"?

Let's just... talk about
this some other time.

Victim is Brad Malone.
He was in suite 730.

Lost his shirt at the casino.

And apparently his pants.

It could be a jumper.

Vegas is the suicide capital of America.

- Come to gamble...
- See a show--

Kiss your life good-bye.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

Jumper's name's Brad Malone.
Checked in four days ago.

Divorced twice. No kids.

And he was about
to file for bankruptcy.

- Not a lot to live for.
- Mm-mm.

Clothes neatly folded.

Phone and wallet on the nightstand.

Everything in its place.

Consistent with suicide.

You get your life in order
before you end it.

There's no suicide note.

Nah. They don't typically leave one.

Got a few recent e-mails.

Past due notices.

Offerings of joy?

No. No signs of sexual activity.

Looks like he spent
his last night alone.

Door's locked.

[door slides open]

Latching mechanism only
operates from the inside.

If he jumped off his balcony,

how'd he lock the door behind him?

Well, maybe he didn't jump,
maybe he was pushed.

Which means he wasn't alone.

- Check it for prints.
- Yeah.

We got a print.

[sirens wailing]

Okay, we have a double homicide.

Landlord I.D.'d the bodies
as Lance and Denise Irwin.

Their home was foreclosed
on four months ago,

so they had to move here.

- Talk about a step down.
- Yeah.

- Who called it in?
- She did.

The 911 operator said
all she could get out was,

"Help me, help me,"
and then there was no response.

Huh. No blood on the phone.

Lots of cast-off, though.

On the couch,
the lamp, the ceiling...

Did you see what happened?

If you tell us,
I'll give you a cracker.

Well, if he did see anything,
he's not talking.

So we contacted
Animal Control for the parrot.

You know, it's a first floor unit.

The window was open,
the screen was ripped,

so that's probably
how the killer got in.

Where's the husband?

The husband is in the bathroom.

What's going on? They dead?

Can somebody get this guy out of here?
Take his information?

We'll be with you in a minute, sir.

[Officer]
Let's go.

[Man]
Don't push! I'm goin', okay?

Whew.

Slight discoloration
of his extremities.

Lividity is just setting in.

The Irwins were killed
less than an hour ago.

Can't tell if he was stabbed, too.

Nasty head wound, though.

Possible broken nose, too.

So, Mr. Irwin was probably
getting ready to go to work.

He works the 7 a.m. shift
at the gas station at the corner.

Looks like Mrs. Irwin
was making him breakfast.

An omelet.
Maybe a frittata.

Oh, how Continental.
Lucky guy.

Check out the family photo.

Matching outfits.

There is something
very wrong with that.

What? That is a nice family photo.

Still wrong.

I don't see the cat.

Probably took off.

Okay, so the killer
came through the window

and surprised Mrs. Irwin, right?

[grunts, screams]

Killer hears the husband
getting out of the shower.

Goes to take care of him.

Hey, uh, guys?

Cash and credit cards
are still here.

You know, come to think of it,

parrots like these are
worth thousands of dollars.

More, if they can talk.

I don't think this is a robbery.

Well, maybe they were targeted.
I'll go talk to the landlord.

See if anybody
had a problem with the Irwins.

- Hey, David.
- Hey.

I am so sorry I'm late.
It's been one of those days.

They're not going anywhere.

What is the deal
with glass tables today?

The print on the balcony door
belongs to Malone.

[Ray] There's only one set
of shoe prints out here.

Size 10, same size as Mr. Malone.

If he was pushed from this balcony,

there'd be evidence
of his attacker out here

and there doesn't appear to be any.

Maybe he was pushed
from somewhere else?

Look where the body landed.

[Ray] The body's not
directly below this balcony.

It's under the one next door.

Suite next door is registered to

a Stacy Cano and
a Dana Carlston, from Ohio.

No connection to
the victim that we know of.

Drop of blood.

LVPD! Open up!

Got a blood trail.

Hey...

[shrieking]

[retching]

Here you go. Drink this.

- Thank you.
- You've got some minor bruising,

but no open wounds.

And it appears that the blood
that you were both covered in

doesn't belong to either of you.

Who does it belong to, then?

We were hoping you could tell us.

Do you recognize this man?

No, I don't think so.

We think he might have been
in your hotel room last night.

You don't remember?

We had a lot to drink.

Everything's a little hazy.

Do you think that
this is his blood?

[sighs]

What happened to him?

- He's dead.
- Oh, my God.

I'm gonna be sick again.

An officer's going to come by,

take you both to the hospital,
get you checked out.

But we're still going to need
to ask you some more questions.

Okay?

[metallic echo]
Okay.

The victim suffered a fractured skull

and intracranial bleed
rendered him unconscious.

So the killer attacked
him in the shower

and smashed his head
against the wall.

- And he drowned.
- Drowned?

We didn't find any water in the tub.

You know, it's possible
to drown in an inch of water.

Victim was unconscious.
Couldn't lift his head up.

Drain was clogged.
Water built up.

By the time you arrived,
the water was gone.

But I found something else.

Healed scars on his upper body.

Could be from some past altercation.

Guess Mr. Irwin had some enemies.

[Man]
You are dead, you hear me? You're dead!

You left that message
on the Irwin's voice mail

a couple days ago, Dwayne.

How do you know it was me?

How do I know it was you?
You called from your home phone.

Yeah, that doesn't
prove I made the call.

Dude, it's your voice.

All right, look, Dwayne,

you live next door to the Irwins.

Your landlord says you
threatened him several times.

You tried to get him evicted, right?

Yeah, I hated him all right,
but I didn't kill him.

I thought about killing
that bird, though.

It never shut up,
squawking all day and night.

Hold on a minute. You mean
you threatened to kill your neighbors

because the bird was
making too much noise?

Wasn't just the bird.

The Irwins were arguing
all the time.

Screaming, throwing things.

It was like Fight Club over there.

You call the cops?

No, they wanted to kill each other.
Why not let 'em.

All right, where were you
at 7 this morning?

In my apartment.

- Your apartment? Alone?
- Not exactly.

Not exactly?
What does that mean?

I was having some
pretty hot phone sex with Betsy.

Okay, I'm going to have to verify that.

How do I get a hold of Betsy?

You got a credit card?

Only cost you $4.99 a minute.

♪♪ [piano]

♪♪ [continues]

You ladies had quite a party last night.

We were celebrating.

My divorce was finalized a week ago.

Oh.

How long were you married?

Seven years.

Worked two jobs to send that
son of a bitch to medical school,

and it turned out he was
examining the anatomy

of every girl in the class.

Hmm. I was married
to one of those.

Then you know.

It's been the worst year of my life.

Oh, I just wanted to cut loose
and have some fun.

Stacy, we found Brad Malone's
fingerprints on your balcony.

He was staying in
the room next to yours.

Good-looking guy.
I mean, is it possible

that you and Dana
met him in the hall,

invited him in for drinks?

I honestly--
I wish I could remember.

We were pretty hammered.

Were your drinks ever
out of your sight?

Maybe.

Um, when I was dancing.

What's the last thing you
remember about last night?

Um, we were at a club...

♪♪ [rap]

- Which one?
- I have no idea.

We made our way from
one end of the Strip to the other,

and then it's just like
I'm looking down a long tube.

I haven't had that much
to drink since college.

My weekends are usually full
of soccer and birthday parties.

Not a lot of adult time.

Do you recall meeting Brad Malone

in one of the clubs you went to?

I told you I don't remember.

I'm just trying to understand
how he ended up in your suite.

I'd like to know that, too.

Um, well, Dana,
your physical exams indicate

that both you and Stacy engaged
in sexual activity last night.

Oh, my God.

You're going to be okay.

I'm going to try to help
you figure this out.

My husband and I,
we fell in love when we were 16.

He's the only man
I've ever been with.

[Ray] Alcohol affects the frontal lobe
of the brain, which controls judgment.

Makes people do things
they wouldn't ordinarily do.

Don't I know it. One night in college,
I drank so much

that I woke up the next morning
on my front lawn

with a box of corn flakes
stuck to my head.

- Had no idea how it got there.
- Why am I not surprised?

Eh. College.

The frontal lobe of the brain
also controls memory,

which is why Dana and Stacy
can't remember anything.

It's kind of hard to remember
a complete stranger

from a three-way
in the middle of the night.

Hmm. That's an odd
place for an iron.

Somebody got steamed.

Positive for blood.

We smelled alcohol on our victim.

Which means he had been drinking.
We know the girls had been drinking.

We know they were
in this room having sex.

So somewhere during the evening,
the party took a darker turn.

That's the problem
with a ménage à trois,

is somebody always gets left out.

Yes, someone always gets jealous.

The question is, did one
of those girls get so angry

that she picked up that iron
and used it as a weapon?

Stacy had just come off
a bitter divorce.

Maybe our victim said something,
did something,

that reminded her of her ex.

- She snapped.
- [grunting]

- [screaming]
- [thudding]

She picked up the iron,
struck him in the head,

killed him and then Dana helped
her get rid of the evidence.

And what's that old saying?

"A good friend
will help you move."

A really good friend will help
you move a body.

Hey. Brass said the neighbor's
alibi checked out.

The sex line confirmed

that Dwayne's hands were full
when the Irwins were killed.

Well, he was also right about
the Irwins' marital discord.

Police were called out
to their house at least once a month.

Here are some of the 911 tapes.

- [Operator] 911. What is your emergency?
- [Mrs. Irwin] Help me, please!

He's gonna kill me!

[Mr. Irwin]
You call the cops, you stupid bitch?

- [blow lands]
- [Mrs. Irwin cries out]

Thin line between love and hate.

Did you run the prints
from the apartment?

Yeah. They all came back
to the Irwins.

I spoke with the landlord
about the window.

Turns out the screen's
been broken for weeks.

Apparently Mr. Irwin
put his fist through it.

So maybe there was no intruder.

[Mrs. Irwin] I'm sick of you!
Every single day, all you do is watch

your stupid little football...

[Sara]
They get into another fight.

This time, Mr. Irwin pulls
a knife on her.

[yelling, choking]

He kills her.

Got her blood all over him,
so he takes a shower.

Slips in her blood and drowns.

Karma's a bitch.

If we're right, his prints
will be on the knife,

and her blood will be in the tub.

Considering the damage
to Brad Malone's skull,

I can't tell you whether
he was struck by an iron.

These cuts are from the glass table.

On the plus side,

take a look at the abrasions
on his buttocks and thighs.

That's linear clotting.

It means his blood was flowing
when he hit the pavement.

[Ray]
These look like drag marks.

I pulled glass and some
interesting trace from them.

These look like paint chips.

They're the same color
as the railing at The Eclipse.

That's consistent with being
pushed over backwards.

Mr. Malone's last night
wasn't all bad.

I did a penile swab and found
vaginal secretions.

He had sex close to time of death.

That's odd.
We found a used condom

in the women's hotel room.

Parallel linear scrapes
with parabolic edges.

Fingernail marks.

Well, maybe Mr. Malone
got a little too aggressive

with the second woman.

Didn't want to use a condom.

She struck him in the back
of the head with the iron.

That didn't stop him.

So maybe one of them or both of them
pushed him off the balcony?

In my fantasies, a three-way
never ends in death.

This sheet...

Brad Malone's pants,
and the iron.

All this blood came
from the same person.

Brad Malone.

Nope. Unknown male.

You're saying there
was a second man in the room?

I'm saying that three-way
was a four-way.

Oh.

What is he still doing here?

What happened to Animal Control?

They must have forgotten about him.

We should bring him
back to the lab, hmm?

[scoffs]

You hungry, buddy?

What's the point of having
a parrot if he doesn't talk?

Well, he might be traumatized.

He was living in an abusive household.

He witnessed Dad kill Mom.

Now if we could only prove it.

None of her blood
was in the bathroom.

Doc Robbins said the tub
might have had a clogged drain.

Hopefully, some of her blood
got stuck in the trap

when Mr. Irwin took a shower.

Yeah, I'm on it.

You know, this would be a lot easier

if you just told us what happened.

[squawks]

I found hair and a bunch
of feathers in the trap.

- Feathers?
- Yeah. Guess they didn't

just dress him up,
but they gave him showers, too.

Looks like blood on the feathers.

Hopefully, it belongs to Mrs. Irwin.

What are you doing?

Well, these blood drops
weren't here before.

- Our crime scene's been contaminated.
- What?

The door was sealed.

They're paw prints.

Guess the Cat in the Hat came back.

Or he's been hiding here
this whole time.

[meowing]

[purring]

I found him.

Well, you're evidence now, buddy.
You're coming back to the lab, too.

Come here. Come here, kitty.

Come on, buddy.

You're telling me those ladies from Ohio
had two men in their room?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

One guy ends up dead,

and the other one's blood
is all over the bedroom.

That must have been some orgy.

Actually, it was more
of a one-on-one thing.

She never swapped partners.

We found a condom
that contained DNA profiles

of the newly divorced Stacy
and the mystery man.

And Dana's SAE kit indicated

that she had unprotected sex
with Brad Malone.

And the women claim that they
don't remember any of this?

Come on. Give me a break.

Give me a break.

Do you know what it's like
to wake up naked in a motel room

with no memory
of how you got there?

Your head is throbbing.

You're bruised, you're sore.

You've got no idea of what
you did or what was done to you.

But you do?

Well, yeah.

A couple of years ago, I...

went with a friend to
a John Mayer concert,

and someone roofied my drink.

What? You were-- You were raped?

No, thank God.

I wasn't. I thought I was.

But, I mean, even worse than that,

was just having no memory of it.

There was just hours
of my life gone.

How come you--

You never told me any of this.

Not something I like to talk about.

Yeah, I'm getting used to that.

[knocking]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

We just got back
Dana and Stacy's tox report.

Stacy's alcohol level was .32.

That's the equivalent of 13 drinks.

We also found GHB in their systems.

So they were drugged.

Yeah, it was in their yard-longs.

But here's the kicker:
Dana had trace amounts of GHB,

but her blood alcohol level
was only .07.

That's not even legally drunk.

Look, I'm telling you,
your soccer mom Dana remembers

a lot more about last night
than she's letting on.

Someone drugged us?

Is that why we don't remember anything?

Well, that's why Stacy doesn't remember,

but you were only slightly intoxicated.

Not enough to cause memory loss.

Dana, you need to tell us the truth.

We know that Brad Malone wasn't
the only man in your room last night.

Who else was there?

I think his name was Kyle.

We never got his last name.

And where did you meet this Kyle?

At a bar.

I don't remember which one.

And how did he end up
in your room?

Stacy invited him.

We emptied the minibar.

And Stacy wanted to dance, so...

we blasted the stereo.

Is that when
Brad joined the party?

He knocked on our door.
He told us to keep it down.

And Stacy invited him in for a drink.

And then... she and Kyle
went into the bedroom.

Leaving you alone with Brad.

Well, we found your vaginal fluid

and Brad's semen on the sofa,
as well as the coffee table.

It seems like things got pretty crazy.

It wasn't like that.

He raped me!

I slept with one man my whole life.

You think I'm going to have
unprotected sex with a total stranger?

I begged him to stop.

And because he raped you,
you pushed him off the balcony?

- I didn't push him.
- Then who did?

After Brad raped me...

I went into the bedroom.

And Kyle grabbed me,
and he-- he pulled me down.

He said it was his turn.

All of a sudden, Brad was there.

Kyle flipped out.

He ran at Brad.

Shoved him into the other room.

[stammering]
He just kept shoving him

and shoving him
and shoving him.

- [Brad screams]
- [screaming]

So Dana was raped,
witnessed a murder,

and then she goes to bed
as if nothing had happened?

Kyle said if she told anyone,
he'd come back and kill her.

She was scared.

Well, was there any evidence
of rape in her physical exam?

There was bruising,
but it was inconclusive.

Well, whatever happened
in that hotel room,

we know our mystery man
Kyle was involved.

We need to find him.

David, you said you had
something you wanted to show me.

Yes. This is from the bedding
in the women's motel room.

Take a look.

- A feather?
- Not just any feather.

It's premium quality,

hand-harvested
Hungarian goose down.

Now, take a look at this feather
that Nick found on the floor.

It's synthetic.

Made from a very specific blend

- of polyester fibers.
- Mmm.

I managed to trace it
to a manufacturer in China.

They supply low-end pillows
to several motels in Vegas,

but their biggest buyer is
a bar called the Pillow Club.

Stacy and Dana said they went

to a lot of clubs,
a lot of bars last night.

Now, I happen to know
from personal experience

that this particular club does sell

the yard-long drinks,
much like the ones

that you found in the their suite.

Maybe that's where they met Kyle.

But what does a club need with pillows?

[laughing, loud music]

So, half-naked people hitting
each other with pillows.

An adult slumber party.

That's kinky.

Well, you're already dressed for bed.

It sends a pretty clear message.

Yeah, add alcohol to the mix.

Gives you permission to
act out your aggressions.

No limits, no taboos.

- Excuse me.
- What can I get you?

Yeah, we're from the crime lab.

We have reason to believe

that these two women were
in here drinking last night.

Drinking a lot.

You know who might
have served them?

It was my night off,
but check at the bar.

Our bartender, Kyle,
he was working.

Thanks.

Hey. Are you Kyle?

Yeah.

What happened to your head?

Oh, I hit it on the edge of the bar.

- Say what?
- I said I hit it on the edge of the--

Aah! Damn!

What the hell, man?

Looks like you ran into an iron.

Man, girl's lying.

About which part?

The attempted rape or the murder?

- Both.
- We know you had sex

with Stacy Cano.

We also found GHB in her system.

You're a bartender.

Man, you had easy access.

Yeah, I gave her the drugs,
but she asked for them.

Said she wanted to party,
lose control.

[screams]
Come on, Dana!

You said that we
were going to have fun.

Drink it!

Whoo!

So Stacy thought we'd bring
the party back to her room.

Then, after you had sex with her,

you thought you'd just
have sex with Dana?

Hey, I offered to do her,

but the bitch hit me
in the head with an iron.

Don't be like that, girl.

Damn! Come on!

Wait a minute, now.

Dana is the one who hit you
on the head with the iron.

Yeah. She went mental.

Chased me out in the hallway,
screaming.

Where was Brad Malone
during all this?

You mean the hero boy next door?

He came out his room to see
what the hell was going on.

Get out!

Are you okay, miss?

- None of your damn business!
- Get the hell out of here!

So, you and Mr. Malone were never

in the ladies' hotel room
at the same time?

I got to the elevator
to see Captain America

taking Dana back to her room.

Where'd you go after that?

E.R.

Took me four hours
to get stitched back up.

You don't believe me,
call Desert Palm.

I'll do that.

C.O.D. is exsanguination
due to sharp force injury.

Stabbed once.

Only one stab wound?

You're kidding me, right?
There was castoff on the walls.

I mean, her blood was everywhere.

None of the physical evidence
in this case makes any sense.

Only the Irwins' prints
in their apartment.

Only Mrs. Irwin's prints
were on the knife.

Only Mr. Irwin's blood was

- in the bathroom.
- May I interject?

Please.

I don't think Mr. Irwin killed his wife,

though she was the victim of foul play.

See these scalp lacerations?

- Yeah.
- These are talon marks.

I heard the Irwins had a parrot.

If you are suggesting
that the bird is a suspect,

he was in his cage with the door
closed when we arrived.

Parrots are extremely smart.

You can teach them
to do almost anything,

even let themselves
in and out of their cages.

Well, yeah, it's true, but...

there's no way that that bird

picked up a knife
and stabbed Mrs. Irwin.

Right?

[cat howling, parrot squawking]

What is with this family?
Even the animals hate each other.

Why didn't you just
separate them, Hodges?

Even though I project
an aura of raw courage

and unwavering self-confidence,

I suffer from ornithophobia.

You're afraid of birds.

Let's just say that I was terrorized

by a flock of Canadian geese

while visiting my uncle
in Saskatchewan.

Really?

They were Canadian.
I thought they were friendly.

All right, well,
according to Doc Robbins,

the parrot attacked Mrs. Irwin.

We already know that the cat
ran through the crime scene,

so we're gonna have
to process both of them.

- I'll take the cat.
- [squawking]

- Ow!
- What is that?

What happened to you?

The castoff on the walls
wasn't from the knife.

It was was from the parrot.

He attacked Mrs. Irwin.

We found her DNA
under his talons,

and we found her blood
under his feathers.

When he flapped his wings,
it spattered blood on the walls..

The parrot killed Mrs. Irwin?

Uh, well, he had
an accomplice, the cat.

Technically, he's responsible
for Mr. Irwin's death.

So Sylvester and Tweety
whacked their owners.

Think of it as a series
of unfortunate events.

What do you mean,
don't think of it as a cartoon?

Well, Hodges found traces
of soap on the bird,

and I found feathers in the bathtub.

Mr. Irwin was giving

the parrot a shower
when the cat attacked.

Okay.

Hodges also found plastic
from the shower curtain

under the cat's claws.

In his defense, you know, I think the cat
was probably going after the bird.

The really hate each other.

The bathroom door was open,

and the cat saw his opportunity.

[growling]

Now, Mrs. Irwin was
in the kitchen making breakfast.

She must have heard the commotion.

So, she went to check it out.

There were chopped vegetables
on the counter

so the knife was already in her hand.

And you know what they say
about running with scissors.

The bird was trying
to get away from the cat.

And in his frenzied state,
he turned his aggression on Mrs. Irwin.

The evidence strongly suggests

that Mrs. Irwin, in then trying
to get away from the bird,

fell onto the coffee table.

- She stabbed herself?
- Yeah.

And then the cat went into hiding

and the bird went back into
its cage and shut the door.

Remarkably,
it all makes perfect sense.

There is one thing
that we can't explain.

Mrs. Irwin had blood
all over her hands.

How did she call 911 and not
get any blood on the phone?

Bartender's story checks out.

He was in the E.R. when
Malone hit the pavement,

so he didn't do it.

Which means Dana lied.

Yeah, makes you wonder
what else she's lying about.

Like being raped.

Well, if she wasn't attacked,

why did she push Brad Malone
off the balcony?

We know that she scratched him.

His epithelials were under her nails.

Yeah, he's a big guy.
Dana's about your size.

Is it even possible for her
to push him off that balcony?

It's possible.

- Check out my ass.
- Ray, your ass is a work of art.

But there's no paint
on the backs of your thighs.

Doesn't match Malone's injuries.

Well, that would mean his thighs
would have to have more contact

with the rail when he went over.

The only way to replicate
those kind of injuries

is if he was sitting
on the railing when he went over.

Fresh coat of paint?

Well, rape is all about power,

but sitting on a balcony is
not a position of power, so...

maybe Brad Malone
wasn't the aggressor.

We know he and Dana had sex
right before he died.

Did that sex
move out to the balcony?

Well, we found a lot of
partials on the railing.

We assumed they were fingerprints.
Maybe they were toe prints.

If they were toe prints,

she would have been sitting
in his lap.

- Have a seat, boss.
- Me?

Well, I'm not getting up there.

Come on, Catherine.

Toes are under
the bottom railing there.

- Got it? Okay.
- Yo, Ray, you're good.

Ecklie's not in the building, right?

Seven stories up? Really?

Isn't this a little
Cirque de Soleil?

Oh, danger just adds
to the excitement, Nicky.

- Suspended Congress.
- What?

This position is called
Suspended Congress in the Kama Sutra.

- Oh.
- What? I'm a doctor.

- This is my first three-way.
- Really?

- Yeah, I'm very excited.
- Okay.

- Okay, so things are heating up.
- Mm-hmm.

- They're really going at it.
- Mm-hmm.

It wouldn't take much
for him to fall over now.

[Dana moaning]

[screaming]

Yup. Paint right down
the back of your thighs.

That's a match
to Brad Malone's injuries.

Brad's death was an accident.

He fell off the balcony while
you were having consensual sex.

You did try to save him,

which is why he had
the scratches on his arm.

I have three amazing kids.

My husband is the love of my life.

Not once in 15 years
have I even looked at another man.

Until Brad?

We had this immediate connection.

I couldn't stop myself.

I lost control,
and I'm not that person.

You have to understand, my husband
and I only have sex twice a month.

Lights out, under the covers.

Well, you're not the first woman
to have sex with a stranger...

to have cheated on her husband.

A man died while I was
having sex with him.

Incredible...

...mind-blowing sex.

Dana, you're not being charged.

You do have some explaining
to do to your husband.

A bit of advice:

The part about the mind-blowing sex?

I'd leave that part out.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Case closed?

Yeah.

I know you're upset. You think
I'm not being honest with you.

But...

I just don't think couples need
to tell each other everything.

So, who gets to draw that line?

You own a piece of a casino.
That's a big thing to keep from me.

But, Lou, that's business.

That has nothing to do with us.

Well, that says a lot.

I've had all the complicated relationships

I could handle.

This is who I am.
Please don't try to change me.

- I promise I won't try to change you.
- So, what? Take it or leave it?

Call me when you decide.

We found you a good home
with a nice family.

No cats, and they have another bird.

This is your last chance.

You attack anyone else
and your goose is cooked.

[trilling]

Ahh! Ow. Damn it.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[parrot squawks, trills]

911. What is your emergency?

Help me! Help me!

No blood on the phone.

You've been holding out on us.

[parrot chuckles]

[squawks]