CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 13, Episode 10 - Risky Business Class - full transcript
A plane crashes in a park off the strip, and the team discovers that the plane was sabotaged while it was still on the ground.
MAN 1 (over radio):
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango, L.A. Center.
P/ease c/arify your situation.
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
do you copy?
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
p/ease respond.
Hey, Gil, just wanted
to hear your voice.
It's kind of a slow night here.
Give me a call
if you get a chance.
MAN 1: Las Vegas Approach,
L.A. Center.
Be advised you have
inbound traffic.
They are not responding.
MAN 2:
Roger that, L.A. Center.
/'ve got him on radar.
Do you have any idea
of his intent?
MAN 1: He radioed an emergency,
said he was inbound.
No contact
for a/most 12 minutes.
MAN 2: Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
this is Las Vegas Approach.
Low-a/titude a/ert.
C/imb immediate/y.
Repeat, c/imb immediate/y.
(cell phone buzzing)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
WOMAN (on video): It's crazy!
All these lights... no wonder
you can see this place
from space.
Oh, my God!
Did you see that?
(video turns off)
This was shot
about 40 minutes ago,
right before a charter aircraft
nosed into the ground
at Tresser Park.
That's just a mile
off the Strip.
This is NTSB investigator
Doug Wilson.
He's gonna be leading
the crash investigation.
You-you two guys worked together
- before, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, on an NTSB crash scene
when I worked
at the San Francisco Crime Lab.
Right now, we have
very little information.
Where did the flight
originate?
LV Regional Airport,
heading for Chicago.
18 minutes out,
the pilot reported
an unspecified emergency,
turned the plane around,
- and after that, radio silence.
- RUSSELL: From the moment
it turned around,
made a beeline for the Strip.
And almost,
as you just saw, slammed
into the Mediterranean
Casino Tower,
missing it
by about half a dozen feet.
So you're thinking
this wasn't an accident?
WILSON:
I'm not sure.
But it's certainly a mystery
why the pilot
stopped communicating
with the tower,
why the plane nose-dived
near the Strip,
what happened on that plane.
All questions
we need answers to.
Answers we're hoping you CSls
can provide through evidence.
RUSSELL:
So, was it an accident
or foul play?
This is what we need
to find out.
# 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! #
MAN (recorded): Vegas Approach,
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango.
Got a situation here.
Requesting permission
for immediate return.
Boy, it's not a lot to go on
for a distress call.
That's what I thought,
until I enhanced the audio.
(recorded): Vegas Approach,
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango.
Got a situation here.
Requesting permission
for immediate return.
MAN 2:
Hey, where the hell are you?
There's another voice
in the cockpit.
- Sounds agitated.
- FINLAY: Yeah.
- Could be a hijacker.
- So far, we've
only found one body
in the cockpit wreckage.
It's got to be the pilot.
FINLAY:
Keith Mannheim,
co-owner of LVM Charter.
Well, we also found
additional remains.
- How many bodies?
- Can't say.
With a charter plane this size,
there's no requirement
for a passenger manifest.
As for how many were on
the aircraft and who,
well, we're gonna need
your help with that.
NTSB has secured
the crash site, right?
Nick and David Phillips
are coordinating
the recovery of human remains.
They're already on scene.
Morgan and Greg are heading out
to collect personal effects.
- Could help with
identifications. - Right.
- What about the black box?
- Still haven't recovered it.
Was about to head back to
the site; could use some help.
Two of you have worked
together before... you probably
have your own shorthand.
It's a good idea.
All right, let's get to work.
Lot of eyes on this.
We need answers.
SANDERS: You know, I think
I should drive this time.
Thank you.
Oh, 'cause you're scared
of going
more than 20 miles per hour?
Hojem-Sanders!
I was hoping I'd see you!
Hey, Donna.
What are you doing here?
Are you looking for me?
Me, actually.
Which means you
must be Morgan Brody.
Yes. Hi. I am so sorry.
We just got a call out,
and I completely forgot
about our appointment.
SANDERS:
Appointment?
How do you two?
Doc Robbins recommended Donna.
He was blown away by your
genealogy work on his family.
You said on the phone that you
had some family history for me?
I did, and it's on my desk.
But... I'm so sorry,
we have to get to a crime scene.
Oh, that's all right.
You go do what you have to do,
and I'll work here.
Believe me, there's
a lot of Brodys out there.
Oh, Brody's actually
my stepfather's last name.
I'm interested in Ecklie.
Oh, your biological father.
Of course.
SANDERS:
Don't tell me.
- You still trying to prove
he's not your dad? - (laughs)
Uh, just kidding.
BRODY:
Christmas is coming,
and I want to get my dad
something special,
so I thought maybe
- a family crest.
- How wonderful. Okay.
You go do your thing,
and I'll get to work here.
(quietly):
Thanks.
(chuckles softly)
- Ready to roll?
- Just about.
Just like old times, right?
(laughs)
Very old times.
Heard you, uh,
married your boss.
What's his name again?
Gil.
Right. Grissom. Bug guy.
You still married
to what's-her-name?
- Candy?
- Candy, right. Yoga instructor.
No, no, we... crashed
and burned years ago.
Yeah, I didn't see that coming.
Yeah, you did.
Just like old times.
- Hey, Doc. How's it going?
- Hey.
What do you got for me?
On the left gurney
are the remains
from the cockpit.
In front of me and on the right,
remains recovered
from the passenger cabin area.
PHILLIPS:
And we ran DNA
on a small sample
of those remains.
Turns out we have one Jane
- and two John Does.
- So, in addition
to what I assume is our pilot,
we have three
unidentified passengers.
(whirring)
PHILLIPS: Looks like I've got
something here.
Take a look.
ROBBINS: Looks like a T-10
or T-11 vertebra.
What's that?
Part of the fuselage?
David, hand me that, would you?
Yeah.
Hmm, looks like shrapnel.
Surrounding tissue appears
deteriorated...
this guy was in pain.
And over a long period of time.
Just a second.
(beeping)
Radioactive?
As I suspected.
I think
I know how we can identify
at least this victim.
(jet engines whining)
Dalton Burk?
Really not a good time
right now.
We're from the crime lab.
We're here investigating
the crash.
Crime lab?
I don't understand.
What happened
was an accident, right?
STOKES:
Well, that's why we're here.
There was no passenger manifest
filed for the flight, so...
'Cause Keith
was flying solo... VFR.
He doesn't need to;
there were no passengers.
FINLAY:
Well, we found three
other bodies in the wreckage.
That's impossible...
Keith was alone.
Told me he was flying home
to visit his folks
for a few days in Chicago.
I'm sorry, man.
I think he told you wrong.
FINLAY:
Can you explain how
three other people might get
on your plane
without you knowing?
Keith and I
are business partners.
We each focus on different
aspects of the company.
Normally, I do the booking,
but obviously he must've booked
some passengers on his own.
Why are you asking me
all these questions?
Is there something
you're not telling me?
When you say Keith
was your business partner,
how well did you know him?
Well, it's not any
of your business,
but we were a couple.
We were together
for the last 15 years.
So, if it seems
like I'm not in the mood
to talk right now, you're right.
We're really sorry
for your loss.
We do need to confirm
that one of the bodies
that we found
was indeed Keith's.
STOKES: So, if you could
get us a toothbrush,
a hairbrush, anything that
might have Keith's DNA on it,
that'd be great, okay?
Yeah, I'll get that to you.
SANDERS: Yeah, you're gonna
love Donna. She's awesome.
She totally got me hooked
on genealogy.
She seems cool.
I found this mixed with
the personal effects.
- Take a look.
- Looks like a section
of airplane carpeting.
Yep. Melted around something.
Whoa, I got a gun.
It could be our hijacker's.
Can you hold this open for me?
(camera shutter clicks)
Nine-millimeter Beretta,
receiver's torqued.
Damage from the fire.
Three rounds left
in the magazine.
Someone could have fired it.
And I think we might know who.
Shrapnel in one of the victims
turned out to contain
depleted uranium.
You mean, like from
a battlefield?
So the guy's a vet?
Right, and the V.A.
Had X-rays on file
matched to a Charles Harrigan.
Made headlines last year,
when he got into a fight
and got tossed out
of the Mediterranean.
Yeah, he, uh, gambled away
his home, his car, his wife...
he blamed the casino.
Camped out in front
to keep people from going in.
Maybe commandeering an airplane
and trying to crash it
into the casino
was his form of revenge.
That's what I'm thinking,
so let's run the gun,
- see if it traces back
to Harrigan. - All right.
Flight data recorder's intact.
Wish we had the cockpit
voice recorder, too.
Yeah, join the club.
They're not required
for smaller charters.
Hey, did you hear
that the Rusty Nickel closed?
(laughs)
Well, that's about time.
That bar gave dives a bad name.
What are you talking about?
You loved that place.
Well, yeah, you're right,
I did love it, right up until
the moment that they kicked me
out for life. (clears throat)
- They did do that.
- Yep.
Okay, moving on.
So, we have
the primary flight display up.
SIDLE:
It should show us everything
on the instrument panel.
17 minutes into the flight,
airspeed is 250 knots, altitude
is 29,800 feet and climbing,
heading is 50 degrees...
all normal.
Looks like there's a slight
decrease in cabin pressure.
Pilot's turning around,
making a descent, looks
like he's putting in vectors
to return to the airport.
(alarm blares)
What the hell just happened?
WILSON:
Massive depressurization.
30,000 feet,
virtua//y no oxygen,
temperature is 34 be/ow.
They were dead before
they even hit the ground.
The plane just kept going.
Vector entries kept it
on course
all the way to the ground.
- Barely missing the
Mediterranean Tower. - Mm-hmm.
Why the depressurization?
Gunshot, maybe.
We know there was
a gun on board.
A bullet hole alone wouldn't
trigger that kind of event.
- This was instantaneous,
catastrophic. - Like a bomb?
Bomb would've taken out
the avionics and hydraulics.
Plane wouldn't have
stayed on course.
All right, what's left, then?
Uh, maybe a window
blew out, or a door.
Whatever it is, it had
to fall to earth, right?
Extrapolating
from their position
at the time of depressurization
and factoring in their
altitude and their velocity,
I mean, I can zero in
on their location.
Always a physics major.
I tell you what,
I'm going to take my physics
and I'm going to find whatever
fell out of your airplane.
And what about me?
What do I do?
Well, you're going
to build me a plane.
WILSON:
Well, you found the door.
- Still don't know what happened.
- Let's go with
our gunshot theory.
We're traveling at 30,000 feet.
I'm Harrigan.
I am going to take
over the plane,
and I'm going to fly it
into the Mediterranean.
Payback for bankrupting you
in one night at the tables.
I pull my nine-mil,
and I start for the cockpit.
But one of the other
passengers sees you.
- Jane or John Doe.
- Tries to overpower you.
And we struggle for the gun.
(mutters):
We're struggling.
In that struggle,
the gun goes off,
hitting the cabin door.
Would explain the initial
slow loss of cabin pressure.
And then Harrigan breaks free...
(clears throat)
Commandeers the plane.
Pilot only has time
to radio once
and turns the plane around.
It was what Harrigan
wanted anyway:
To return to Vegas
on a suicide mission.
Yeah, and what he
doesn't realize
is that the cabin door
is already compromised.
Bullet must've hit
the door somewhere.
I'm not seeing anything.
No holes, no marks.
Must be missing something.
Just saying.
Maybe the bullet hit
a cabin door seal
and compromised it.
I got something.
Bullet hole?
No, but I think our inside job
just turned into an outside job.
Tool marks on the outside edge.
This door was tampered with
before the plane even took off.
Sabotage.
We've been looking
at this the wrong way.
Maybe the motive
wasn't hijacking.
Maybe it was
straight-up murder.
So the plane was doomed
before it even took off.
WILSON:
Yeah, somebody on the ground
made sure of that.
Tampered with
the cabin door seal.
The seal couldn't handle
the increasing pressure,
and finally the door blew out.
We're talking murder now,
not hijacking.
Somebody on that plane
was targeted.
WILSON: We've got our pilot,
Keith Mannheim,
and our other three
remaining passengers,
but so far we've only
identified one.
RUSSELL: Charles Harrigan, the
man we thought was our hijacker.
You know, if he got into a
squabble with the Mediterranean,
maybe he got into a fight
with someone else,
somebody he shouldn't have.
Yeah, it could have put
a target on his back,
or maybe the target's
just one of the
other passengers,
our John or Jane Doe.
- There is one other possibility.
- What's that?
Maybe the plane was the target.
HODGES: Didn't see this
on the outside of the door.
Must have gotten wedged
in the seal.
Got paint trace
from what I hope is our
outi/ de sabotage.
It's all yours.
So this, uh, NTSB guy, Wilson.
Seems like a good sort.
He is.
When you guys worked
together in Frisco,
were you, uh... close?
Well, it was a pretty
lengthy investigation.
We spent a lot of time together.
Yeah, there's spending time
together, and there's...
spending time together.
What are you getting at, Hodges?
I-I-I'm not getting at anything.
How's it going in here?
Well, the Mikrosil's ready.
Good.
Good cast.
No bubbles.
You can see the tool marks.
Helps if you get in close,
doesn't it?
Is that... is that
paint transfer?
Indeed.
Don't you have, like,
a machine to go put that in?
Say no more.
Three's a crowd.
Come and knock on my door.
(crashes)
What's his problem?
Don't even get me started.
These marks are paired.
I'm thinking that the tool
might have been two-pronged.
- Can you tell what kind
of tool it was? - No,
but between the Mikrosil cast
and the paint chips,
if we find it,
we should get a match.
You know, whoever tampered
with this cabin door
knew exactly what
they were doing.
Too much damage,
and the plane wouldn't
have pressurized at all...
Setting off a warning light
in the cabin.
The pilot would've turned
the plane around immediately.
Too little damage would've
had no effect at all.
Saboteur had to get it
just right.
Suggests an intimate
knowledge of the plane.
STOKES:
Hello!
Are you Hal?
Yeah, I'm Hal.
Yeah, the same Hal that,
uh, did the maintenance
on that charter jet
that went down last night?
I-I already gave
the logs to NTSB.
Look, I'm good at what I do.
I checked and double-checked
every system on that plane.
Well, we're not saying that an
oversight caused it to crash.
No, we're saying
somebody brought it down.
FINLAY:
Can you tell us
about your relationship
with LVN Charter?
Yeah, my relationship is fine.
Been taking care of their plane
ever since I left Beaufort.
FINLAY:
When was the last time
they paid you?
Yeah, it's been a while.
Been a while? It's been,
like, four months, hasn't it?
They owe you over six grand.
Hey, look, I'm not going
to sabotage a plane
over a lousy six grand.
These are your tools, right?
Yeah, they're my tools.
Well, you certainly have
an interesting way
of marking them.
Helps me keep track of them.
Green color is the same that
we found on the cabin door.
What?
You're saying somebody messed
with the plane using my tools?
No, we're wondering
if maybe you messed with it.
I didn't mess with it,
all right?
I been in Laughlin
the last couple of days.
I got back this morning.
Yeah, well, I'm packing
up your tools.
They're coming with me now.
These tools are my livelihood.
Hey, you maintain a jet
that took a nose dive
into the ground last night.
I don't think your phone's
ringing off the hook.
Is it?
Sorry.
Quick question.
I'm having a little trouble
searching your father's surname.
Did you ever see it
spelled E-K-L-I?
Actually, yes.
I think my grandfather.
I've seen him spell it that way.
Brilliant. I knew it.
Uh, I have a question for you.
In your genealogy work,
have you heard of I.T.S. Labs?
Indeed I have.
I.T.S. Is a DNA lab in Dallas.
Their business specializes
in do-it-yourself DNA analysis
in paternity suits.
- Paternity suits?
- Mm-hmm.
The lab mails you a DNA kit,
you do your own swabbing,
wrap it up and mail it back.
Answer comes
in a couple of weeks.
There's no name
on the return label.
Well, for confidentiality,
they use serial numbers
to identify the client.
Look at the shipping label.
BRODY:
Great. With a warrant,
I might have Jane Doe's I.D.
You may also have motive.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't help but overhear
about the plane being sabotaged.
You know that paternity suits
are particularly contentious.
Contentious enough
to make Jane Doe our target?
I remember hearing about
a fast-food franchise mogul
who fathered a child
with his secretary,
and when she tried
to prove paternity
and get child support,
he, uh, dunked her
in the fryer.
I'm just throwing it
out there.
I'm just going to give
this to Henry.
(cell phone buzzes)
You can take that.
I-I'll come back.
No, that's all right.
I-I'll call him back later.
If you ever feel like talking...
You ever try
the long-distance thing?
No, but I think it
would have helped
my relationship
with husband number two.
Ah, the Seattle ex?
Yeah.
What was that like,
seeing him again?
It was weird.
And then it wasn't.
You know, I wondered why
you took a later flight.
What about your NTSB guy?
Is that weird?
Very weird.
(both chuckling)
Gonna stay that way?
It has to, right?
This looks promising.
Similar tool marks
as the sabotage that we found
on the cabin door.
Can you pass me those, uh,
paint chips that Hodges found?
Sure.
Thanks.
Got a physical match.
Got a murder weapon.
But not a murder suspect.
Hal the mechanic's alibi
checked out.
Eye in the sky
at the Lucky Stakes Casino
in Laughlin had him
at the tables
three nights in a row.
So Hal's off the hook.
But somebody helped
themselves to his tools.
Yeah, someone who had access
to the airport.
Surveillance hasn't come in yet,
but maybe we'll get lucky
and find our killer on it.
Well, in the meantime, we have
a lead on our other John Doe.
The gun's not registered
to Harrigan like we thought.
It's actually registered
to a Jeffrey Forsythe.
He's a partner
in a law firm downtown.
Brass called the office.
Apparently, Forsythe
wasn't on the plane.
Maybe he knows who was.
Mr. Forsythe, we matched
the serial numbers on this gun
found at the crash site to you.
It's your gun.
I leant it to my colleague,
my friend Grant Abbott.
He was on that plane.
Our firm uses
LVN Charters exclusively.
Grant told me he was flying
to Chicago last week.
He used to live there,
still has a place.
He'd decided to take
a little time off.
Why?
Same reason he was
carrying my gun.
Grant is the go-to
criminal attorney at our firm.
He represents numerous clients
with uh, proclivities
to violence.
Did Mr. Abbott have any concerns
about any of these clients
in particular?
I can tell you that Grant
had a misunderstanding
with one client
who subsequently fired our firm
and made veiled threats.
I'm going to need that name.
RUSSELL: Donna, /'ve heard
so much about you.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
The pleasure is mine.
Donna was helping me
with my family tree,
but now she is helping us
with a case.
We found a DNA kit
in our Jane Doe's luggage.
Thanks to Donna,
we were able to trace it back
to a private lab.
They gave us a name.
Jordan Lowell, Chicago address.
Requested a kit two weeks ago
from I.T.S. Labs.
What's that about?
Well, we think she may
have been looking
for proof of paternity in a
potential child support case.
Jordan Lowell may have
had a baby
with the wrong kind of guy.
Okay, do we know if
she used the, uh, DNA kit?
BRODY:
It looks that way.
Henry's running the swabs now.
If the victim was able to obtain
an exemplar from the father,
you could have the DNA
of the killer.
We could. You're right.
Then again,
I just got a call from Brass.
Turns out that the passenger
with the gun
was a criminal attorney who may
have disappointed a client.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
You're not going
to believe this.
A lady in Henderson returned
home from a business trip,
found some dude
floating in her pool.
So?
He came from the plane.
- There was another passenger
on board? - No.
According
to the driver's license,
he was the pilot,
Keith Mannheim.
So if he's our pilot,
who's the dead guy
in the cockpit?
Doc, I thought we
already found our pilot.
Please, make sense
of this for me.
I'll try.
Prints and DNA
both confirm this body...
the one pulled out
of a pool in Henderson...
- is our pilot.
- Keith Mannheim.
Victim has a distinctive,
crescent-shaped head wound.
Looks like some sort
of blunt-force trauma
unrelated to the rest
of his injuries.
The skin tearing and fractures
are both consistent
with a high-altitude fall.
RUSSELL:
All right, what about
the other remains
that we found in the cockpit?
Well, now that we know
it's someone else,
Henry's running the DNA.
So we have a mystery man
that we found in the cockpit
who's not the pilot.
How the hell does that work?
SIDLE: So, we got five peop/e
on the p/ane.
If our pilot, Keith Mannheim,
is at the controls,
then our mystery man
from the cockpit wreckage
must have been sitting
in the copilot's seat.
Two in front,
three passengers in back.
17-minute mark, we have
the slow loss of cabin pressure.
Mannheim radios
he's turning around.
Maybe the pilot wants
to check something out.
Maybe that's why he
gets out of his seat.
Yeah, but not before
Mannheim enters in
the vector coordinates
for a return.
Making a slow descent.
A few seconds later, door blows.
(screaming)
And Mannheim gets
sucked out the plane door.
Doc Robbins said that he had
a crescent-shaped head wound.
Looks like he hit his head
on the way out, huh?
Uh-huh. One mystery solved.
One step at a time.
SANDERS:
Hey, guys.
Uh, Henry ran the DNA
from our mystery man
through CODIS, and he got a hit.
A parolee named
Thurston Mayfield,
aka Thor.
Thor?
Specialized in writing
phony checks,
and recently was a dancer
in an all-male revue.
Now, the club is just two blocks
from the executive airport.
Brass talked to the owner.
It turns out that Thor
quit last week.
He said he was moving in
with his new boyfriend,
Keith Mannheim.
WILSON:
That would explain
why Thor was sitting
up front in the cockpit.
Keith was flying his new
boyfriend home to Chicago
to meet the folks.
And if Keith's partner
Dalton found out about it,
might be reason enough
to want them both dead.
STOKES:
You know that guy?
No.
Classic case of
"I didn't recognize him
with his clothes on."
How about now?
The place where he dances
is right out by your airport.
Yeah, I guess.
I-I've been there
a few times with Keith.
Yeah, old Keith, he went there
a lot on his own, didn't he?
- What does that mean?
- FINLAY: It means that we
talked to some people
at the club,
and it, uh, turns out
that Thor and Keith
were having a thing.
It was kind of hot and heavy.
Well, if that's true,
I didn't know about it.
STOKES:
Suppose you didn't know
that Thor was on that plane,
neither, huh?
With Keith?
Cockpit, right by Keith's side.
He was flying home
to meet Keith's parents.
FINLAY: Yeah, it must suck
having your partner cheat on you
with someone like this.
That would really piss me off.
You know, maybe just enough
to actually do
something about it.
(scoffs)
You think I brought down
my own plane
with the most important person
in the world to me on board?
Well, the way I see it,
the plane's insured, right?
I mean, with Keith
out of the way,
you can start the business over,
and this time without
having to share the profits
with some cheating boyfriend.
Fuel log says that you refueled
and performed
the last safety check
on that plane 12 hours
before it crashed.
I didn't sabotage my own plane!
In the heat of anger. I get it.
No. No, you people don't get it.
I lost everything in that crash.
Everything.
- Looks like you got the
airport surveillance. - Yeah.
Sugar, no cream?
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- WILSON: Anything?
- Nothing yet, but I did confirm
Burk refueling the plane
and doing a safety check
12 hours before takeoff.
He never touched the plane door,
and so far, nobody else
has touched the plane.
WILSON: Listen, Sara,
I was just wondering
if I could buy you
and Grissom dinner tonight.
You guys pick the place,
NTSB picks up the tab.
I'm a hell of a third wheel.
Actually, Gil's out of town.
Okay, just the two of us, then?
- Don't.
- Don't what?
Do this.
Okay.
I mean, if everything's good
between you two...
and I know you, Sara,
so I'm getting the feeling
that maybe it isn't...
then I understand.
Everything's great.
Okay.
Fuel truck... stopping
in front of the plane.
Right in front
of the cabin door.
What's he doing?
They already refueled.
One guy's getting
out of the truck.
(taps key, video blipping)
He was only there
for two minutes.
Is that enough time
to sabotage a plane?
Yes, it is.
Can you get a better look
at the driver?
I can't bring up a face.
But look at this.
WILSON:
Beaufort Aero Club patch.
Those are Hal's overalls.
And we know that Hal
was out of town.
We know that somebody
borrowed his tools.
Borrowed his clothes, as well.
(whirring)
ANDREWS:
/ got your resu/ts.
DNA on the coveralls
did not match Dalton Burk, so...
good-bye, prime suspect.
Sorry. It's a dead end.
Were you able to run
the I.T.S. DNA kit
that Morgan found
in Jordan Lowell's luggage?
Yeah. Jordan used two
of the swabs,
but both were degraded,
probably from the crash
and the fire,
so I couldn't get DNA.
The weird thing
is Morgan said she thought
this all had to do
with a paternity suit.
- Right.
- But to do a paternity test,
you need to use three swabs.
Yeah, you're absolutely right.
One for each of the parents,
and one for the child.
So what was Jordan Lowell
testing for, then?
Most people use I.T.S.
To verify the baby's father,
but a lot of people use it
to find their own father.
Do you think that's
what Jordan Lowell was doing?
I know that's what
she was doing.
Just got off the phone
with her roommate in Chicago.
Turns out Jordan was raised
by a single mother.
After her mother died,
she started looking
for her father
that she'd never met.
Her roommate said she
got a lead in Vegas.
Donna, you think this is
something you can help us with?
Give me a birthplace
and a birth date.
Right there.
DONNA: Well, we'll start
looking for the father
by searching for
Jordan's birth certificate.
RUSSELL:
No name for the father.
But that makes sense.
That's who she was
looking for, right?
DONNA:
Look at the mother's age.
- Fifteen.
- DONNA: Back in 1968.
There were a lot of strict rules
about what unwed mothers
could put
on the birth certificate.
They could only give the baby
their own surname.
But the rules only applied
to the baby's last name,
so sometimes the girls took
the father's surname
and made it the baby's
first name.
- You mean like "Jordan."
- Mm-hmm.
Sounds like
we should be looking for
a Mr. Jordan in Las Vegas.
Morgan, did Jordan's roommate
ever mention
if she used
a genealogy Web site?
Yeah, actually, uh, she said
she used ancestry. Com.
Great!
Ancestry not only helps people
find their relatives,
but if it finds two people
who are searching for the same
relative, it connects them.
So if we input the same
information that Jordan did,
the we'll be able to find
what she found.
DONNA: Mm-hmm. Let me just link
into Jordan's family tree.
And there he is...
Jordan's father.
"Joseph Donovan Jordan."
Looks like she found him,
but a little too late.
Died December 12, 2005.
Yeah, but look below his name.
He had a daughter...
Helen, born in 1962.
RUSSELL:
Half-sister.
So maybe Helen is the lead
that Jordan found in Vegas.
Mm-hmm. And that's why
Jordan used the DNA kit.
She swabbed herself,
so she could compare her DNA
with that of her sister's.
I'm looking up
Helen Jordan right now.
And I'm getting nothing.
Not a driver's license.
Not even a
Social Security number.
How is that possible?
Okay, well, hold on.
There's a link
under Helen's name.
Looks like we just
found Helen Jordan.
MAN:
Are you feeling all right today?
We didn't realize Helen Jordan
wasn't living on her own.
Yeah, how long has she been
under your care, Dr. O'Keefe?
Helen's been at our facility
for almost 40 years now.
Since she was 12.
Helen?
These nice people
have come to visit.
BRODY:
Uh...
I don't understand.
Helen was in a car accident
when she was ten.
Her mother was killed,
and she was left, well,
as you see her.
Her father tried several
special hospitals
before bringing her here.
Helen?
Did a woman named Jordan Lowell
visit Helen recently?
Yes. Several times
over the past few months.
She was wonderful.
Read to her for hours.
She told me she thought
Helen was her half-sister.
Even took a DNA sample.
(sighs heavily)
We're gonna have to do the same.
Is there some reason the police
are interested in Helen?
Actually, we're interested in
the woman who came
to visit her... Jordan Lowell.
Please don't tell me she's
some sort of scam artist.
No, ma'am.
She's dead.
She died in a plane crash
yesterday.
Oh, my Lord.
She was just here.
Helen's father never visited.
I understand he died
a few years ago.
I had hoped that,
after all these years,
that Helen had someone
who wasn't a stranger
to hold her hand.
BRODY:
Ta/k about a tragic story.
And an unlucky family.
Yeah, well, someone
in that family had good fortune.
I mean, you saw that place;
it's pretty high-end.
40 years of constant care.
It would cost a pretty penny.
The kind of money Joseph Jordan
would amass over a lifetime.
I looked into Jordan's father.
His family's owned property
in Nevada for over a century.
He made a fortune in ranching,
mining and real estate.
And when Joe Jordan died,
he left over $100 million
in a trust to Helen.
Does it say
who controls the trust now?
No. Those terms
are confidential.
But it looks
like the trust donates
several million dollars
to a nonprofit
home for the disabled
every year.
Let me take a wild guess...
Tranquil Hours?
Correct.
So Tranquil Hours
is getting millions
from Helen Jordan's estate.
And then, one day,
Jordan Lowell shows up
and takes a DNA sample
from Helen.
Hoping to prove
she's part of the family
and perhaps entitled
to a big share
of her newfound inheritance.
- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- (cell phone chimes)
Tranquil Hours
saw Jordan as a threat.
Just one problem
with our theory.
You know the DNA sample
we took from Helen?
Well, Henry just compared it
to Jordan Lowell's DNA.
Helen and Jordan aren't sisters.
(laughs)
That's impossible,
Hojem-Sanders.
I'm sorry, Donna,
but it's science.
Your science, not mine.
Mr. Russell,
my research is meticulous,
my methods precise.
I fact-check
and verify my information
at every turn.
I'd like to say I make mistakes,
but I don't make mistakes.
Jordan Lowell's half-sister
was at Tranquil Hours.
Donna, I'm sorry,
but science is science,
and the DNA results show
conclusively that Helen Jordan
and Jordan Lowell
are not half-sisters.
SANDERS:
They're not even related.
A little help here?
Well, maybe you're both right.
I mean, who's to say
that microfiche
and microcentrifuges
don't mix?
Uh, I don't know
what you're talking about.
- Finally, we agree.
- Jordan Lowell found her sister,
Helen Jordan,
through genealogy.
Right.
But DNA proves that the woman
she found at Tranquil Hours
was not her sister.
- Right.
- So...
what happened
to Jordan's sister?
And who's the woman
pretending to be her
at Tranquil Hours?
Obviously, something happened
to the real Helen.
Maybe she died.
And maybe another patient was
substituted in Helen's place.
Because the woman that I met
was definitely not pretending.
All of which suggests
a much wider conspiracy.
Why-why the conspiracy?
Who... who benefits?
Well, Tranquil Hours does get
several million dollars a year
from Helen's trust.
And if she dies,
the money dries up.
It's a Social Security scam.
Until Jordan Lowell shows up
and threatens
to expose all of that.
But Jordan showed up months ago.
Why did someone wait
till yesterday
to kill her in a plane crash?
Ah.
The DNA kit.
Right.
Jordan swabs the fake Helen,
and that is when somebody
at Tranquil Hours got spooked...
'cause they realized
they were about to be found out.
So the question is: How wide
is this wider conspiracy?
RUSSELL:
Don't know.
But if I were you,
I would start
with Helen's doctor.
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're here
to see Dr. O'Keefe.
She called in sick this morning.
Big surprise.
Uh, in that case,
we'd like to see Helen Jordan.
We have a warrant
for her fingerprints.
I'm sorry.
Helen was transferred
to a critical care facility
a few hours ago.
Really? Where?
You'd have to ask Dr. O'Keefe.
Okay. Well, if her room
hasn't been transferred,
we're going to need to see it.
You smell that?
Bleach.
Mm-hmm.
Not a speck of dust.
No DNA, no trace
and probably no fingerprints.
SANDERS:
Hold that thought.
Maybe we do have
Helen's fingerprint.
They always miss something.
- Nick.
- Yeah?
Get this.
Henry found a sibling match
between our killer
and the impostor
in the wheelchair.
- What do you mean? - The swab
we got off our impostor
has multiple alleles
in common with the DNA
we pulled from the coveralls
of our saboteur.
Mmm. So what?
We still don't have a name.
We do.
Print we got from the room
at Tranquil Hours comes back
to a Marcia Forsythe.
As in Jeffrey Forsythe?
Well, he's the guy
who loaned his gun
to the lawyer
who died in the crash.
She's his sister.
She had a skiing accident...
brain damage.
He put her in Tranquil Hours.
He's the trustee
in charge
of Helen Jordan's millions.
Mmm. I'll call Brass.
I already called
Forsythe's law firm.
He's on his way out of town
for a business trip.
Flying his own plane.
(sirens wailing)
(sirens stop, car doors opening)
Are you going somewhere,
Mr. Forsythe?
Is there a problem, officers?
I don't know. Have you checked
your cabin door seals lately?
STOKES:
We know about your scam,
siphoning millions
from Helen Jordan,
enriching yourself
at her expense.
And putting your sister
in her place
whenever anyone came to visit.
Oh, and by the way, we found her
stashed away
in another hospital.
- These are absurd allegations.
- I don't think so.
We've arrested the good doctor,
and she's confessed.
So, perhaps there was
a little creative accounting.
A victimless crime.
That plane crash
wasn't victimless.
You can't possibly think I had
anything to do with that.
I already told you
my associate, Grant Abbott,
had enemies...
the type that were capable
of doing such heinous acts.
Just stop, okay?
We already know
that you persuaded Dr. O'Keefe
to offer Jordan a free
charter flight to Chicago.
Plus you had access.
Got your plane at the airport.
You know, people
wouldn't think twice
seeing you walk
in and out of the hangar.
That's wildly speculative.
DNA evidence isn't.
- What DNA?
- Yours.
Found on the coveralls
you were wearing
when you sabotaged
the plane's cabin door.
You're bluffing.
You don't have a sample
of my DNA for comparison.
We have your sister's.
That's good enough.
You killed five people
on that plane.
It's just dumb luck you
didn't kill more on the ground.
I hope you saved some
of the money you stole,
because you're going to need it
to hire a lawyer
a lot smarter than you.
Get him out of here.
Okay.
(handcuffs clicking)
I heard you got your man.
Yeah.
Thanks to you.
Little help from DNA.
You don't see genealogy
as a pure science,
do you, Mr. Russell?
I wouldn't say that.
It is, after all,
a systematic pursuit
of knowledge, right?
Seeking an understanding
of who we are
and where we came from.
I mean, that sounds
like science to me.
Maybe not pure, but...
(laughs)
Well, if you ever need
a little systematic
pursuit of knowledge,
you know where to find me.
Bye-bye.
DONNA:
What do you think?
Donna, this is awesome.
My dad is going to love it.
I just love
that your family crest
has an evergreen
and reindeer on it.
- It's perfect for Christmas.
- Perfect for Christmas.
Anyone ever tell you two
that you're really
very cute together?
But, of course,
you'd want be careful.
Because Ekli and Hojem-Sanders
are both Norwegian names.
They could branch off
of the same family tree.
Which would make you
kissing cousins.
But... probably not.
All right,
I'll see you in a bit.
Cargo plane, San Jose.
All hands on deck.
No rest for the NTSB.
Nope.
So, I guess this is it.
Yeah.
Listen, about my, uh,
dinner offer...
- Oh.
- It's just that...
...seeing you again
brought back a lot
of good memories, Sara.
Honestly, it's kind of
annoying how great you look.
(both laugh)
Thanks.
I'm glad things
worked out for you.
You deserve it.
Give my regards to the Bay.
Will do.
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango, L.A. Center.
P/ease c/arify your situation.
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
do you copy?
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
p/ease respond.
Hey, Gil, just wanted
to hear your voice.
It's kind of a slow night here.
Give me a call
if you get a chance.
MAN 1: Las Vegas Approach,
L.A. Center.
Be advised you have
inbound traffic.
They are not responding.
MAN 2:
Roger that, L.A. Center.
/'ve got him on radar.
Do you have any idea
of his intent?
MAN 1: He radioed an emergency,
said he was inbound.
No contact
for a/most 12 minutes.
MAN 2: Foxtrot 1-5-Tango,
this is Las Vegas Approach.
Low-a/titude a/ert.
C/imb immediate/y.
Repeat, c/imb immediate/y.
(cell phone buzzing)
(phone vibrates)
(phone vibrates)
WOMAN (on video): It's crazy!
All these lights... no wonder
you can see this place
from space.
Oh, my God!
Did you see that?
(video turns off)
This was shot
about 40 minutes ago,
right before a charter aircraft
nosed into the ground
at Tresser Park.
That's just a mile
off the Strip.
This is NTSB investigator
Doug Wilson.
He's gonna be leading
the crash investigation.
You-you two guys worked together
- before, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, on an NTSB crash scene
when I worked
at the San Francisco Crime Lab.
Right now, we have
very little information.
Where did the flight
originate?
LV Regional Airport,
heading for Chicago.
18 minutes out,
the pilot reported
an unspecified emergency,
turned the plane around,
- and after that, radio silence.
- RUSSELL: From the moment
it turned around,
made a beeline for the Strip.
And almost,
as you just saw, slammed
into the Mediterranean
Casino Tower,
missing it
by about half a dozen feet.
So you're thinking
this wasn't an accident?
WILSON:
I'm not sure.
But it's certainly a mystery
why the pilot
stopped communicating
with the tower,
why the plane nose-dived
near the Strip,
what happened on that plane.
All questions
we need answers to.
Answers we're hoping you CSls
can provide through evidence.
RUSSELL:
So, was it an accident
or foul play?
This is what we need
to find out.
# 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! #
MAN (recorded): Vegas Approach,
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango.
Got a situation here.
Requesting permission
for immediate return.
Boy, it's not a lot to go on
for a distress call.
That's what I thought,
until I enhanced the audio.
(recorded): Vegas Approach,
Foxtrot 1-5-Tango.
Got a situation here.
Requesting permission
for immediate return.
MAN 2:
Hey, where the hell are you?
There's another voice
in the cockpit.
- Sounds agitated.
- FINLAY: Yeah.
- Could be a hijacker.
- So far, we've
only found one body
in the cockpit wreckage.
It's got to be the pilot.
FINLAY:
Keith Mannheim,
co-owner of LVM Charter.
Well, we also found
additional remains.
- How many bodies?
- Can't say.
With a charter plane this size,
there's no requirement
for a passenger manifest.
As for how many were on
the aircraft and who,
well, we're gonna need
your help with that.
NTSB has secured
the crash site, right?
Nick and David Phillips
are coordinating
the recovery of human remains.
They're already on scene.
Morgan and Greg are heading out
to collect personal effects.
- Could help with
identifications. - Right.
- What about the black box?
- Still haven't recovered it.
Was about to head back to
the site; could use some help.
Two of you have worked
together before... you probably
have your own shorthand.
It's a good idea.
All right, let's get to work.
Lot of eyes on this.
We need answers.
SANDERS: You know, I think
I should drive this time.
Thank you.
Oh, 'cause you're scared
of going
more than 20 miles per hour?
Hojem-Sanders!
I was hoping I'd see you!
Hey, Donna.
What are you doing here?
Are you looking for me?
Me, actually.
Which means you
must be Morgan Brody.
Yes. Hi. I am so sorry.
We just got a call out,
and I completely forgot
about our appointment.
SANDERS:
Appointment?
How do you two?
Doc Robbins recommended Donna.
He was blown away by your
genealogy work on his family.
You said on the phone that you
had some family history for me?
I did, and it's on my desk.
But... I'm so sorry,
we have to get to a crime scene.
Oh, that's all right.
You go do what you have to do,
and I'll work here.
Believe me, there's
a lot of Brodys out there.
Oh, Brody's actually
my stepfather's last name.
I'm interested in Ecklie.
Oh, your biological father.
Of course.
SANDERS:
Don't tell me.
- You still trying to prove
he's not your dad? - (laughs)
Uh, just kidding.
BRODY:
Christmas is coming,
and I want to get my dad
something special,
so I thought maybe
- a family crest.
- How wonderful. Okay.
You go do your thing,
and I'll get to work here.
(quietly):
Thanks.
(chuckles softly)
- Ready to roll?
- Just about.
Just like old times, right?
(laughs)
Very old times.
Heard you, uh,
married your boss.
What's his name again?
Gil.
Right. Grissom. Bug guy.
You still married
to what's-her-name?
- Candy?
- Candy, right. Yoga instructor.
No, no, we... crashed
and burned years ago.
Yeah, I didn't see that coming.
Yeah, you did.
Just like old times.
- Hey, Doc. How's it going?
- Hey.
What do you got for me?
On the left gurney
are the remains
from the cockpit.
In front of me and on the right,
remains recovered
from the passenger cabin area.
PHILLIPS:
And we ran DNA
on a small sample
of those remains.
Turns out we have one Jane
- and two John Does.
- So, in addition
to what I assume is our pilot,
we have three
unidentified passengers.
(whirring)
PHILLIPS: Looks like I've got
something here.
Take a look.
ROBBINS: Looks like a T-10
or T-11 vertebra.
What's that?
Part of the fuselage?
David, hand me that, would you?
Yeah.
Hmm, looks like shrapnel.
Surrounding tissue appears
deteriorated...
this guy was in pain.
And over a long period of time.
Just a second.
(beeping)
Radioactive?
As I suspected.
I think
I know how we can identify
at least this victim.
(jet engines whining)
Dalton Burk?
Really not a good time
right now.
We're from the crime lab.
We're here investigating
the crash.
Crime lab?
I don't understand.
What happened
was an accident, right?
STOKES:
Well, that's why we're here.
There was no passenger manifest
filed for the flight, so...
'Cause Keith
was flying solo... VFR.
He doesn't need to;
there were no passengers.
FINLAY:
Well, we found three
other bodies in the wreckage.
That's impossible...
Keith was alone.
Told me he was flying home
to visit his folks
for a few days in Chicago.
I'm sorry, man.
I think he told you wrong.
FINLAY:
Can you explain how
three other people might get
on your plane
without you knowing?
Keith and I
are business partners.
We each focus on different
aspects of the company.
Normally, I do the booking,
but obviously he must've booked
some passengers on his own.
Why are you asking me
all these questions?
Is there something
you're not telling me?
When you say Keith
was your business partner,
how well did you know him?
Well, it's not any
of your business,
but we were a couple.
We were together
for the last 15 years.
So, if it seems
like I'm not in the mood
to talk right now, you're right.
We're really sorry
for your loss.
We do need to confirm
that one of the bodies
that we found
was indeed Keith's.
STOKES: So, if you could
get us a toothbrush,
a hairbrush, anything that
might have Keith's DNA on it,
that'd be great, okay?
Yeah, I'll get that to you.
SANDERS: Yeah, you're gonna
love Donna. She's awesome.
She totally got me hooked
on genealogy.
She seems cool.
I found this mixed with
the personal effects.
- Take a look.
- Looks like a section
of airplane carpeting.
Yep. Melted around something.
Whoa, I got a gun.
It could be our hijacker's.
Can you hold this open for me?
(camera shutter clicks)
Nine-millimeter Beretta,
receiver's torqued.
Damage from the fire.
Three rounds left
in the magazine.
Someone could have fired it.
And I think we might know who.
Shrapnel in one of the victims
turned out to contain
depleted uranium.
You mean, like from
a battlefield?
So the guy's a vet?
Right, and the V.A.
Had X-rays on file
matched to a Charles Harrigan.
Made headlines last year,
when he got into a fight
and got tossed out
of the Mediterranean.
Yeah, he, uh, gambled away
his home, his car, his wife...
he blamed the casino.
Camped out in front
to keep people from going in.
Maybe commandeering an airplane
and trying to crash it
into the casino
was his form of revenge.
That's what I'm thinking,
so let's run the gun,
- see if it traces back
to Harrigan. - All right.
Flight data recorder's intact.
Wish we had the cockpit
voice recorder, too.
Yeah, join the club.
They're not required
for smaller charters.
Hey, did you hear
that the Rusty Nickel closed?
(laughs)
Well, that's about time.
That bar gave dives a bad name.
What are you talking about?
You loved that place.
Well, yeah, you're right,
I did love it, right up until
the moment that they kicked me
out for life. (clears throat)
- They did do that.
- Yep.
Okay, moving on.
So, we have
the primary flight display up.
SIDLE:
It should show us everything
on the instrument panel.
17 minutes into the flight,
airspeed is 250 knots, altitude
is 29,800 feet and climbing,
heading is 50 degrees...
all normal.
Looks like there's a slight
decrease in cabin pressure.
Pilot's turning around,
making a descent, looks
like he's putting in vectors
to return to the airport.
(alarm blares)
What the hell just happened?
WILSON:
Massive depressurization.
30,000 feet,
virtua//y no oxygen,
temperature is 34 be/ow.
They were dead before
they even hit the ground.
The plane just kept going.
Vector entries kept it
on course
all the way to the ground.
- Barely missing the
Mediterranean Tower. - Mm-hmm.
Why the depressurization?
Gunshot, maybe.
We know there was
a gun on board.
A bullet hole alone wouldn't
trigger that kind of event.
- This was instantaneous,
catastrophic. - Like a bomb?
Bomb would've taken out
the avionics and hydraulics.
Plane wouldn't have
stayed on course.
All right, what's left, then?
Uh, maybe a window
blew out, or a door.
Whatever it is, it had
to fall to earth, right?
Extrapolating
from their position
at the time of depressurization
and factoring in their
altitude and their velocity,
I mean, I can zero in
on their location.
Always a physics major.
I tell you what,
I'm going to take my physics
and I'm going to find whatever
fell out of your airplane.
And what about me?
What do I do?
Well, you're going
to build me a plane.
WILSON:
Well, you found the door.
- Still don't know what happened.
- Let's go with
our gunshot theory.
We're traveling at 30,000 feet.
I'm Harrigan.
I am going to take
over the plane,
and I'm going to fly it
into the Mediterranean.
Payback for bankrupting you
in one night at the tables.
I pull my nine-mil,
and I start for the cockpit.
But one of the other
passengers sees you.
- Jane or John Doe.
- Tries to overpower you.
And we struggle for the gun.
(mutters):
We're struggling.
In that struggle,
the gun goes off,
hitting the cabin door.
Would explain the initial
slow loss of cabin pressure.
And then Harrigan breaks free...
(clears throat)
Commandeers the plane.
Pilot only has time
to radio once
and turns the plane around.
It was what Harrigan
wanted anyway:
To return to Vegas
on a suicide mission.
Yeah, and what he
doesn't realize
is that the cabin door
is already compromised.
Bullet must've hit
the door somewhere.
I'm not seeing anything.
No holes, no marks.
Must be missing something.
Just saying.
Maybe the bullet hit
a cabin door seal
and compromised it.
I got something.
Bullet hole?
No, but I think our inside job
just turned into an outside job.
Tool marks on the outside edge.
This door was tampered with
before the plane even took off.
Sabotage.
We've been looking
at this the wrong way.
Maybe the motive
wasn't hijacking.
Maybe it was
straight-up murder.
So the plane was doomed
before it even took off.
WILSON:
Yeah, somebody on the ground
made sure of that.
Tampered with
the cabin door seal.
The seal couldn't handle
the increasing pressure,
and finally the door blew out.
We're talking murder now,
not hijacking.
Somebody on that plane
was targeted.
WILSON: We've got our pilot,
Keith Mannheim,
and our other three
remaining passengers,
but so far we've only
identified one.
RUSSELL: Charles Harrigan, the
man we thought was our hijacker.
You know, if he got into a
squabble with the Mediterranean,
maybe he got into a fight
with someone else,
somebody he shouldn't have.
Yeah, it could have put
a target on his back,
or maybe the target's
just one of the
other passengers,
our John or Jane Doe.
- There is one other possibility.
- What's that?
Maybe the plane was the target.
HODGES: Didn't see this
on the outside of the door.
Must have gotten wedged
in the seal.
Got paint trace
from what I hope is our
outi/ de sabotage.
It's all yours.
So this, uh, NTSB guy, Wilson.
Seems like a good sort.
He is.
When you guys worked
together in Frisco,
were you, uh... close?
Well, it was a pretty
lengthy investigation.
We spent a lot of time together.
Yeah, there's spending time
together, and there's...
spending time together.
What are you getting at, Hodges?
I-I-I'm not getting at anything.
How's it going in here?
Well, the Mikrosil's ready.
Good.
Good cast.
No bubbles.
You can see the tool marks.
Helps if you get in close,
doesn't it?
Is that... is that
paint transfer?
Indeed.
Don't you have, like,
a machine to go put that in?
Say no more.
Three's a crowd.
Come and knock on my door.
(crashes)
What's his problem?
Don't even get me started.
These marks are paired.
I'm thinking that the tool
might have been two-pronged.
- Can you tell what kind
of tool it was? - No,
but between the Mikrosil cast
and the paint chips,
if we find it,
we should get a match.
You know, whoever tampered
with this cabin door
knew exactly what
they were doing.
Too much damage,
and the plane wouldn't
have pressurized at all...
Setting off a warning light
in the cabin.
The pilot would've turned
the plane around immediately.
Too little damage would've
had no effect at all.
Saboteur had to get it
just right.
Suggests an intimate
knowledge of the plane.
STOKES:
Hello!
Are you Hal?
Yeah, I'm Hal.
Yeah, the same Hal that,
uh, did the maintenance
on that charter jet
that went down last night?
I-I already gave
the logs to NTSB.
Look, I'm good at what I do.
I checked and double-checked
every system on that plane.
Well, we're not saying that an
oversight caused it to crash.
No, we're saying
somebody brought it down.
FINLAY:
Can you tell us
about your relationship
with LVN Charter?
Yeah, my relationship is fine.
Been taking care of their plane
ever since I left Beaufort.
FINLAY:
When was the last time
they paid you?
Yeah, it's been a while.
Been a while? It's been,
like, four months, hasn't it?
They owe you over six grand.
Hey, look, I'm not going
to sabotage a plane
over a lousy six grand.
These are your tools, right?
Yeah, they're my tools.
Well, you certainly have
an interesting way
of marking them.
Helps me keep track of them.
Green color is the same that
we found on the cabin door.
What?
You're saying somebody messed
with the plane using my tools?
No, we're wondering
if maybe you messed with it.
I didn't mess with it,
all right?
I been in Laughlin
the last couple of days.
I got back this morning.
Yeah, well, I'm packing
up your tools.
They're coming with me now.
These tools are my livelihood.
Hey, you maintain a jet
that took a nose dive
into the ground last night.
I don't think your phone's
ringing off the hook.
Is it?
Sorry.
Quick question.
I'm having a little trouble
searching your father's surname.
Did you ever see it
spelled E-K-L-I?
Actually, yes.
I think my grandfather.
I've seen him spell it that way.
Brilliant. I knew it.
Uh, I have a question for you.
In your genealogy work,
have you heard of I.T.S. Labs?
Indeed I have.
I.T.S. Is a DNA lab in Dallas.
Their business specializes
in do-it-yourself DNA analysis
in paternity suits.
- Paternity suits?
- Mm-hmm.
The lab mails you a DNA kit,
you do your own swabbing,
wrap it up and mail it back.
Answer comes
in a couple of weeks.
There's no name
on the return label.
Well, for confidentiality,
they use serial numbers
to identify the client.
Look at the shipping label.
BRODY:
Great. With a warrant,
I might have Jane Doe's I.D.
You may also have motive.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't help but overhear
about the plane being sabotaged.
You know that paternity suits
are particularly contentious.
Contentious enough
to make Jane Doe our target?
I remember hearing about
a fast-food franchise mogul
who fathered a child
with his secretary,
and when she tried
to prove paternity
and get child support,
he, uh, dunked her
in the fryer.
I'm just throwing it
out there.
I'm just going to give
this to Henry.
(cell phone buzzes)
You can take that.
I-I'll come back.
No, that's all right.
I-I'll call him back later.
If you ever feel like talking...
You ever try
the long-distance thing?
No, but I think it
would have helped
my relationship
with husband number two.
Ah, the Seattle ex?
Yeah.
What was that like,
seeing him again?
It was weird.
And then it wasn't.
You know, I wondered why
you took a later flight.
What about your NTSB guy?
Is that weird?
Very weird.
(both chuckling)
Gonna stay that way?
It has to, right?
This looks promising.
Similar tool marks
as the sabotage that we found
on the cabin door.
Can you pass me those, uh,
paint chips that Hodges found?
Sure.
Thanks.
Got a physical match.
Got a murder weapon.
But not a murder suspect.
Hal the mechanic's alibi
checked out.
Eye in the sky
at the Lucky Stakes Casino
in Laughlin had him
at the tables
three nights in a row.
So Hal's off the hook.
But somebody helped
themselves to his tools.
Yeah, someone who had access
to the airport.
Surveillance hasn't come in yet,
but maybe we'll get lucky
and find our killer on it.
Well, in the meantime, we have
a lead on our other John Doe.
The gun's not registered
to Harrigan like we thought.
It's actually registered
to a Jeffrey Forsythe.
He's a partner
in a law firm downtown.
Brass called the office.
Apparently, Forsythe
wasn't on the plane.
Maybe he knows who was.
Mr. Forsythe, we matched
the serial numbers on this gun
found at the crash site to you.
It's your gun.
I leant it to my colleague,
my friend Grant Abbott.
He was on that plane.
Our firm uses
LVN Charters exclusively.
Grant told me he was flying
to Chicago last week.
He used to live there,
still has a place.
He'd decided to take
a little time off.
Why?
Same reason he was
carrying my gun.
Grant is the go-to
criminal attorney at our firm.
He represents numerous clients
with uh, proclivities
to violence.
Did Mr. Abbott have any concerns
about any of these clients
in particular?
I can tell you that Grant
had a misunderstanding
with one client
who subsequently fired our firm
and made veiled threats.
I'm going to need that name.
RUSSELL: Donna, /'ve heard
so much about you.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
The pleasure is mine.
Donna was helping me
with my family tree,
but now she is helping us
with a case.
We found a DNA kit
in our Jane Doe's luggage.
Thanks to Donna,
we were able to trace it back
to a private lab.
They gave us a name.
Jordan Lowell, Chicago address.
Requested a kit two weeks ago
from I.T.S. Labs.
What's that about?
Well, we think she may
have been looking
for proof of paternity in a
potential child support case.
Jordan Lowell may have
had a baby
with the wrong kind of guy.
Okay, do we know if
she used the, uh, DNA kit?
BRODY:
It looks that way.
Henry's running the swabs now.
If the victim was able to obtain
an exemplar from the father,
you could have the DNA
of the killer.
We could. You're right.
Then again,
I just got a call from Brass.
Turns out that the passenger
with the gun
was a criminal attorney who may
have disappointed a client.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
You're not going
to believe this.
A lady in Henderson returned
home from a business trip,
found some dude
floating in her pool.
So?
He came from the plane.
- There was another passenger
on board? - No.
According
to the driver's license,
he was the pilot,
Keith Mannheim.
So if he's our pilot,
who's the dead guy
in the cockpit?
Doc, I thought we
already found our pilot.
Please, make sense
of this for me.
I'll try.
Prints and DNA
both confirm this body...
the one pulled out
of a pool in Henderson...
- is our pilot.
- Keith Mannheim.
Victim has a distinctive,
crescent-shaped head wound.
Looks like some sort
of blunt-force trauma
unrelated to the rest
of his injuries.
The skin tearing and fractures
are both consistent
with a high-altitude fall.
RUSSELL:
All right, what about
the other remains
that we found in the cockpit?
Well, now that we know
it's someone else,
Henry's running the DNA.
So we have a mystery man
that we found in the cockpit
who's not the pilot.
How the hell does that work?
SIDLE: So, we got five peop/e
on the p/ane.
If our pilot, Keith Mannheim,
is at the controls,
then our mystery man
from the cockpit wreckage
must have been sitting
in the copilot's seat.
Two in front,
three passengers in back.
17-minute mark, we have
the slow loss of cabin pressure.
Mannheim radios
he's turning around.
Maybe the pilot wants
to check something out.
Maybe that's why he
gets out of his seat.
Yeah, but not before
Mannheim enters in
the vector coordinates
for a return.
Making a slow descent.
A few seconds later, door blows.
(screaming)
And Mannheim gets
sucked out the plane door.
Doc Robbins said that he had
a crescent-shaped head wound.
Looks like he hit his head
on the way out, huh?
Uh-huh. One mystery solved.
One step at a time.
SANDERS:
Hey, guys.
Uh, Henry ran the DNA
from our mystery man
through CODIS, and he got a hit.
A parolee named
Thurston Mayfield,
aka Thor.
Thor?
Specialized in writing
phony checks,
and recently was a dancer
in an all-male revue.
Now, the club is just two blocks
from the executive airport.
Brass talked to the owner.
It turns out that Thor
quit last week.
He said he was moving in
with his new boyfriend,
Keith Mannheim.
WILSON:
That would explain
why Thor was sitting
up front in the cockpit.
Keith was flying his new
boyfriend home to Chicago
to meet the folks.
And if Keith's partner
Dalton found out about it,
might be reason enough
to want them both dead.
STOKES:
You know that guy?
No.
Classic case of
"I didn't recognize him
with his clothes on."
How about now?
The place where he dances
is right out by your airport.
Yeah, I guess.
I-I've been there
a few times with Keith.
Yeah, old Keith, he went there
a lot on his own, didn't he?
- What does that mean?
- FINLAY: It means that we
talked to some people
at the club,
and it, uh, turns out
that Thor and Keith
were having a thing.
It was kind of hot and heavy.
Well, if that's true,
I didn't know about it.
STOKES:
Suppose you didn't know
that Thor was on that plane,
neither, huh?
With Keith?
Cockpit, right by Keith's side.
He was flying home
to meet Keith's parents.
FINLAY: Yeah, it must suck
having your partner cheat on you
with someone like this.
That would really piss me off.
You know, maybe just enough
to actually do
something about it.
(scoffs)
You think I brought down
my own plane
with the most important person
in the world to me on board?
Well, the way I see it,
the plane's insured, right?
I mean, with Keith
out of the way,
you can start the business over,
and this time without
having to share the profits
with some cheating boyfriend.
Fuel log says that you refueled
and performed
the last safety check
on that plane 12 hours
before it crashed.
I didn't sabotage my own plane!
In the heat of anger. I get it.
No. No, you people don't get it.
I lost everything in that crash.
Everything.
- Looks like you got the
airport surveillance. - Yeah.
Sugar, no cream?
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- WILSON: Anything?
- Nothing yet, but I did confirm
Burk refueling the plane
and doing a safety check
12 hours before takeoff.
He never touched the plane door,
and so far, nobody else
has touched the plane.
WILSON: Listen, Sara,
I was just wondering
if I could buy you
and Grissom dinner tonight.
You guys pick the place,
NTSB picks up the tab.
I'm a hell of a third wheel.
Actually, Gil's out of town.
Okay, just the two of us, then?
- Don't.
- Don't what?
Do this.
Okay.
I mean, if everything's good
between you two...
and I know you, Sara,
so I'm getting the feeling
that maybe it isn't...
then I understand.
Everything's great.
Okay.
Fuel truck... stopping
in front of the plane.
Right in front
of the cabin door.
What's he doing?
They already refueled.
One guy's getting
out of the truck.
(taps key, video blipping)
He was only there
for two minutes.
Is that enough time
to sabotage a plane?
Yes, it is.
Can you get a better look
at the driver?
I can't bring up a face.
But look at this.
WILSON:
Beaufort Aero Club patch.
Those are Hal's overalls.
And we know that Hal
was out of town.
We know that somebody
borrowed his tools.
Borrowed his clothes, as well.
(whirring)
ANDREWS:
/ got your resu/ts.
DNA on the coveralls
did not match Dalton Burk, so...
good-bye, prime suspect.
Sorry. It's a dead end.
Were you able to run
the I.T.S. DNA kit
that Morgan found
in Jordan Lowell's luggage?
Yeah. Jordan used two
of the swabs,
but both were degraded,
probably from the crash
and the fire,
so I couldn't get DNA.
The weird thing
is Morgan said she thought
this all had to do
with a paternity suit.
- Right.
- But to do a paternity test,
you need to use three swabs.
Yeah, you're absolutely right.
One for each of the parents,
and one for the child.
So what was Jordan Lowell
testing for, then?
Most people use I.T.S.
To verify the baby's father,
but a lot of people use it
to find their own father.
Do you think that's
what Jordan Lowell was doing?
I know that's what
she was doing.
Just got off the phone
with her roommate in Chicago.
Turns out Jordan was raised
by a single mother.
After her mother died,
she started looking
for her father
that she'd never met.
Her roommate said she
got a lead in Vegas.
Donna, you think this is
something you can help us with?
Give me a birthplace
and a birth date.
Right there.
DONNA: Well, we'll start
looking for the father
by searching for
Jordan's birth certificate.
RUSSELL:
No name for the father.
But that makes sense.
That's who she was
looking for, right?
DONNA:
Look at the mother's age.
- Fifteen.
- DONNA: Back in 1968.
There were a lot of strict rules
about what unwed mothers
could put
on the birth certificate.
They could only give the baby
their own surname.
But the rules only applied
to the baby's last name,
so sometimes the girls took
the father's surname
and made it the baby's
first name.
- You mean like "Jordan."
- Mm-hmm.
Sounds like
we should be looking for
a Mr. Jordan in Las Vegas.
Morgan, did Jordan's roommate
ever mention
if she used
a genealogy Web site?
Yeah, actually, uh, she said
she used ancestry. Com.
Great!
Ancestry not only helps people
find their relatives,
but if it finds two people
who are searching for the same
relative, it connects them.
So if we input the same
information that Jordan did,
the we'll be able to find
what she found.
DONNA: Mm-hmm. Let me just link
into Jordan's family tree.
And there he is...
Jordan's father.
"Joseph Donovan Jordan."
Looks like she found him,
but a little too late.
Died December 12, 2005.
Yeah, but look below his name.
He had a daughter...
Helen, born in 1962.
RUSSELL:
Half-sister.
So maybe Helen is the lead
that Jordan found in Vegas.
Mm-hmm. And that's why
Jordan used the DNA kit.
She swabbed herself,
so she could compare her DNA
with that of her sister's.
I'm looking up
Helen Jordan right now.
And I'm getting nothing.
Not a driver's license.
Not even a
Social Security number.
How is that possible?
Okay, well, hold on.
There's a link
under Helen's name.
Looks like we just
found Helen Jordan.
MAN:
Are you feeling all right today?
We didn't realize Helen Jordan
wasn't living on her own.
Yeah, how long has she been
under your care, Dr. O'Keefe?
Helen's been at our facility
for almost 40 years now.
Since she was 12.
Helen?
These nice people
have come to visit.
BRODY:
Uh...
I don't understand.
Helen was in a car accident
when she was ten.
Her mother was killed,
and she was left, well,
as you see her.
Her father tried several
special hospitals
before bringing her here.
Helen?
Did a woman named Jordan Lowell
visit Helen recently?
Yes. Several times
over the past few months.
She was wonderful.
Read to her for hours.
She told me she thought
Helen was her half-sister.
Even took a DNA sample.
(sighs heavily)
We're gonna have to do the same.
Is there some reason the police
are interested in Helen?
Actually, we're interested in
the woman who came
to visit her... Jordan Lowell.
Please don't tell me she's
some sort of scam artist.
No, ma'am.
She's dead.
She died in a plane crash
yesterday.
Oh, my Lord.
She was just here.
Helen's father never visited.
I understand he died
a few years ago.
I had hoped that,
after all these years,
that Helen had someone
who wasn't a stranger
to hold her hand.
BRODY:
Ta/k about a tragic story.
And an unlucky family.
Yeah, well, someone
in that family had good fortune.
I mean, you saw that place;
it's pretty high-end.
40 years of constant care.
It would cost a pretty penny.
The kind of money Joseph Jordan
would amass over a lifetime.
I looked into Jordan's father.
His family's owned property
in Nevada for over a century.
He made a fortune in ranching,
mining and real estate.
And when Joe Jordan died,
he left over $100 million
in a trust to Helen.
Does it say
who controls the trust now?
No. Those terms
are confidential.
But it looks
like the trust donates
several million dollars
to a nonprofit
home for the disabled
every year.
Let me take a wild guess...
Tranquil Hours?
Correct.
So Tranquil Hours
is getting millions
from Helen Jordan's estate.
And then, one day,
Jordan Lowell shows up
and takes a DNA sample
from Helen.
Hoping to prove
she's part of the family
and perhaps entitled
to a big share
of her newfound inheritance.
- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- (cell phone chimes)
Tranquil Hours
saw Jordan as a threat.
Just one problem
with our theory.
You know the DNA sample
we took from Helen?
Well, Henry just compared it
to Jordan Lowell's DNA.
Helen and Jordan aren't sisters.
(laughs)
That's impossible,
Hojem-Sanders.
I'm sorry, Donna,
but it's science.
Your science, not mine.
Mr. Russell,
my research is meticulous,
my methods precise.
I fact-check
and verify my information
at every turn.
I'd like to say I make mistakes,
but I don't make mistakes.
Jordan Lowell's half-sister
was at Tranquil Hours.
Donna, I'm sorry,
but science is science,
and the DNA results show
conclusively that Helen Jordan
and Jordan Lowell
are not half-sisters.
SANDERS:
They're not even related.
A little help here?
Well, maybe you're both right.
I mean, who's to say
that microfiche
and microcentrifuges
don't mix?
Uh, I don't know
what you're talking about.
- Finally, we agree.
- Jordan Lowell found her sister,
Helen Jordan,
through genealogy.
Right.
But DNA proves that the woman
she found at Tranquil Hours
was not her sister.
- Right.
- So...
what happened
to Jordan's sister?
And who's the woman
pretending to be her
at Tranquil Hours?
Obviously, something happened
to the real Helen.
Maybe she died.
And maybe another patient was
substituted in Helen's place.
Because the woman that I met
was definitely not pretending.
All of which suggests
a much wider conspiracy.
Why-why the conspiracy?
Who... who benefits?
Well, Tranquil Hours does get
several million dollars a year
from Helen's trust.
And if she dies,
the money dries up.
It's a Social Security scam.
Until Jordan Lowell shows up
and threatens
to expose all of that.
But Jordan showed up months ago.
Why did someone wait
till yesterday
to kill her in a plane crash?
Ah.
The DNA kit.
Right.
Jordan swabs the fake Helen,
and that is when somebody
at Tranquil Hours got spooked...
'cause they realized
they were about to be found out.
So the question is: How wide
is this wider conspiracy?
RUSSELL:
Don't know.
But if I were you,
I would start
with Helen's doctor.
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're here
to see Dr. O'Keefe.
She called in sick this morning.
Big surprise.
Uh, in that case,
we'd like to see Helen Jordan.
We have a warrant
for her fingerprints.
I'm sorry.
Helen was transferred
to a critical care facility
a few hours ago.
Really? Where?
You'd have to ask Dr. O'Keefe.
Okay. Well, if her room
hasn't been transferred,
we're going to need to see it.
You smell that?
Bleach.
Mm-hmm.
Not a speck of dust.
No DNA, no trace
and probably no fingerprints.
SANDERS:
Hold that thought.
Maybe we do have
Helen's fingerprint.
They always miss something.
- Nick.
- Yeah?
Get this.
Henry found a sibling match
between our killer
and the impostor
in the wheelchair.
- What do you mean? - The swab
we got off our impostor
has multiple alleles
in common with the DNA
we pulled from the coveralls
of our saboteur.
Mmm. So what?
We still don't have a name.
We do.
Print we got from the room
at Tranquil Hours comes back
to a Marcia Forsythe.
As in Jeffrey Forsythe?
Well, he's the guy
who loaned his gun
to the lawyer
who died in the crash.
She's his sister.
She had a skiing accident...
brain damage.
He put her in Tranquil Hours.
He's the trustee
in charge
of Helen Jordan's millions.
Mmm. I'll call Brass.
I already called
Forsythe's law firm.
He's on his way out of town
for a business trip.
Flying his own plane.
(sirens wailing)
(sirens stop, car doors opening)
Are you going somewhere,
Mr. Forsythe?
Is there a problem, officers?
I don't know. Have you checked
your cabin door seals lately?
STOKES:
We know about your scam,
siphoning millions
from Helen Jordan,
enriching yourself
at her expense.
And putting your sister
in her place
whenever anyone came to visit.
Oh, and by the way, we found her
stashed away
in another hospital.
- These are absurd allegations.
- I don't think so.
We've arrested the good doctor,
and she's confessed.
So, perhaps there was
a little creative accounting.
A victimless crime.
That plane crash
wasn't victimless.
You can't possibly think I had
anything to do with that.
I already told you
my associate, Grant Abbott,
had enemies...
the type that were capable
of doing such heinous acts.
Just stop, okay?
We already know
that you persuaded Dr. O'Keefe
to offer Jordan a free
charter flight to Chicago.
Plus you had access.
Got your plane at the airport.
You know, people
wouldn't think twice
seeing you walk
in and out of the hangar.
That's wildly speculative.
DNA evidence isn't.
- What DNA?
- Yours.
Found on the coveralls
you were wearing
when you sabotaged
the plane's cabin door.
You're bluffing.
You don't have a sample
of my DNA for comparison.
We have your sister's.
That's good enough.
You killed five people
on that plane.
It's just dumb luck you
didn't kill more on the ground.
I hope you saved some
of the money you stole,
because you're going to need it
to hire a lawyer
a lot smarter than you.
Get him out of here.
Okay.
(handcuffs clicking)
I heard you got your man.
Yeah.
Thanks to you.
Little help from DNA.
You don't see genealogy
as a pure science,
do you, Mr. Russell?
I wouldn't say that.
It is, after all,
a systematic pursuit
of knowledge, right?
Seeking an understanding
of who we are
and where we came from.
I mean, that sounds
like science to me.
Maybe not pure, but...
(laughs)
Well, if you ever need
a little systematic
pursuit of knowledge,
you know where to find me.
Bye-bye.
DONNA:
What do you think?
Donna, this is awesome.
My dad is going to love it.
I just love
that your family crest
has an evergreen
and reindeer on it.
- It's perfect for Christmas.
- Perfect for Christmas.
Anyone ever tell you two
that you're really
very cute together?
But, of course,
you'd want be careful.
Because Ekli and Hojem-Sanders
are both Norwegian names.
They could branch off
of the same family tree.
Which would make you
kissing cousins.
But... probably not.
All right,
I'll see you in a bit.
Cargo plane, San Jose.
All hands on deck.
No rest for the NTSB.
Nope.
So, I guess this is it.
Yeah.
Listen, about my, uh,
dinner offer...
- Oh.
- It's just that...
...seeing you again
brought back a lot
of good memories, Sara.
Honestly, it's kind of
annoying how great you look.
(both laugh)
Thanks.
I'm glad things
worked out for you.
You deserve it.
Give my regards to the Bay.
Will do.