CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 13, Episode 9 - Strip Maul - full transcript
CSI patrolling under a full moon witness bizarre events on the Strip. Tourist Anthony Pak is hospitalized with what seems an infection but turns out a mere allergy after being smeared with pigs blood used in a students prank destined to post on Internet. A man's skull-shot corpse is found in his car nearby. City lawyer Dennis Reed's son Bobby is released after testifying he bought some weed from a third streak petty dealer, but that's not what actually happens in the drug trade. Two street prostitutes are arrested: transvestite Josh 'Joslyn' McClure madly acts as if pregnant, Heather 'Chastity' Tile wears the heirloom ring which was Brass's last gift to his daughter before she left home, apparently to 'work the streets' too. Hodges works out the murder weapon was a 3D-print, sort of traceable to a mastermind.
(cheering, whooping)
(horn toots)
Boy, there's a lot
of live ones tonight, huh?
I know.
You're used to the dead ones.
Yeah, they're a lot easier
to work with.
Thanks for coming out,
helping us grunts
in the Mobile Crime Unit.
You're welcome.
All the problems
in the department lately...
it's, uh, been hard
- making cases stick, you know?
- Uh-huh.
Well, that's why I'm here.
You deal with the whack-jobs,
and I'll do
the evidence collecting.
I'd like to think I'm gonna
miss all this, but I ain't.
What do you mean? You're not
quitting, are you, Crawford?
No, I'm, uh, looking
at a promotion.
Really?
Yeah. Detective.
A lot of opportunities now,
so I'm gonna trade in
my uniform for a suit.
Well, congratulations,
Detective.
Thank you.
Yeah, it's, uh...
it's got a nice ring to it.
Yeah, it does.
Excuse me, miss.
Can we talk to you, please?
I ain't doing
nothing wrong, Officer.
Well, you're not doing
anything right, either.
CRAWFORD:
What's your name?
Chastity.
Can I see some I.D., please?
Lost it.
But you didn't lose your purse.
Mind if I take a look inside?
You got some cash, a wallet
and some condoms.
Well, safety first.
No I.D., debit card.
Wait a minute, you don't
look like Keith Dobson.
Yeah, it's not mine.
Then what are you doing with it?
Have you been arrested before?
No. Never.
Here's the deal.
You start telling me the truth,
and maybe you get to go home.
But if you keep lying to me,
you're going to jail.
I never had to patrol
the streets like this.
I mean, not even
when I was a CSl-1.
It is a little crazy.
Full moon tonight.
You know,
not to discount the crazy,
but no lunar effect
on human behavior
has ever been established.
- (man groans)
- What about horses?
Hey, Trigger.
Wake up.
Hello.
(groans)
Well, this grass ain't hay.
Trigger just bought himself
a night in the barn.
Control, 3-0-5-Charlie.
Sergeant Weiss requesting
transport van to our location.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, boys.
(laughs):
What?
Adrian. Hey, man.
- Hey.
- How are sales?
What did I say last time, huh?
One more swing and miss...
that is strike three.
That's life.
What's your name, kid?
I know you're scared, all right?
Okay, here's the deal:
You work with me,
maybe you go home tonight.
Just gonna need you
to come downtown
and make a statement, okay?
We got a deal?
(siren wailing)
MAN (over radio):
All units, 415-C.
Olympia Casino.
Suspect possibly armed.
What are you all afraid of?
Hey, hey, I want you all
to meet my dad.
We got in a little fight.
But, you know,
it's all good now.
What's going on?
Casino security called it in.
The guy just showed up
swinging a head.
Right, Pops?
Doesn't look like he's armed.
- What are you looking at?
- No, just dangerous.
Officer, we need to move
these people back.
LVPD. I'm gonna have to ask
everyone to move back.
You guys got dad issues?
I can help.
Hey, sir, calm down.
Put the head on the ground.
Step away.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
The blood is on your hands,
not mine!
I'm not doing anything wrong.
SIDLE:
Hey, hey, sir! Hey, sir!
- There's another casino
across the street. - Hey, hey.
- (crowd groans)
- Dad, come back.
- Call for paramedics.
- SIDLE: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh.
Hey, uh, guys, the head is fake.
Please tell me you're
getting this. This is awesome!
Hey. It's a stunt!
Yeah, that girl
in the blue hoodie... grab her!
Hey, get back here!
You, stop!
Vegas PD! Get over here!
Running was bad,
but, dude, that hurts.
Hurt's just beginning.
Joke's over, kid.
- I think you're going to jail,
dude. - Only adds to my fame
when my video goes viral.
I'm gonna have more hits
- than that chick singing...
- All right, you know what?
That's enough of that. Shut up.
Come on, man.
It's not like anybody died.
CRAWFORD:
Stand over here.
You got something?
Looks like someone else
got punked tonight.
But this is no joke.
# 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! #
Everybody out.
RUSSELL:
You got an I.D.
On our gunshot victim?
No. No, not yet.
Wallet was missing.
What about vehicle registration?
Well, it's a rental, but the guy
won't give up the name till
he clears it with corporate,
so we're getting a warrant.
Sara is processing
the car right now.
Evidence says the shooter
was in the backseat.
Sounds like a pop-and-rob.
Well, unfortunately,
traffic cam footage was a bust.
So in the meantime,
I'll check in with the doc,
see what he's got to say.
Good Lord.
MAN:
Dude,
I need my head back.
I rented it for the weekend.
This guy does
special effects for TV.
Very good, but very expensive.
Sir, I need to confirm...
is this your vehicle?
Feel like I'm back
at the Hollywood Division.
Where exactly do you need me?
Booking. Ask for Chastity.
You'll know when you see her.
I'm on it.
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey, hey, hey, Crawford!
When do I get my phone call?!
- Hey!
- Here's my statement.
About buying drugs
off that dealer.
Can I go now, Officer?
You need to sign it.
Ah.
Here you go.
Bobby Reed.
Is your dad Dennis Reed?
City attorney?
Yeah.
He's not gonna be too happy.
It could be worse.
Next time,
I won't let you off so easy.
You understand?
WEISS:
Josh McClure, Florida license.
It's Joslyn.
Joslyn. You understand
why you're here?
No.
No, I-I do not.
You took a swing
at a cab driver.
He started it. And I wasn't
just protecting myself,
I was protecting the life
of my unborn child.
Have you been drinking tonight?
You taken anything?
I take offense. I'd never
endanger the health of my baby.
- How dare you!
- Oh, hey!
- Hey, watch it!
- Hey!
Hey, I need some help here!
Somebody get the chair!
Get your hands off of me!
- Calm down!
- I haven't done anything!
Ma'am? Ma'am? Sir?
Sit down!
- Sit back.
- Joslyn, calm down.
- What the hell is this thing?!
- Joslyn, stay cool.
This is a violation!
I'm being violated!
If my water breaks,
it'll be on your head!
You hear me?!
JOSLYN:
Your head!
- Oh, no, no!
- (sighs)
WEISS:
Take it easy.
Joslyn, take it easy.
$2,300 in cash
and a stolen debit card.
Pretty good night, huh?
I'm gonna need you
to take off your clothes
and all of
your personal belongings.
Jewelry, everything.
I'm gonna need the ring, too.
You'll get it back.
Mayans were right; world's
coming to an end next month.
BRASS:
We should all be so lucky.
Has Sheriff Liston
talked to you?
Hmm? No. Why?
Well, I wanted
to give you a heads-up.
When I got shot,
the department gave me a medal.
Uh-oh. What does the sheriff
want to give me?
Her job.
What? What are you
talking about?
She's thinking of resigning,
appointing you
as her replacement.
Resigning? No, no, no.
That's the worst thing
she could do right now.
And-and I'm the last person
who should replace her.
You should consider it.
Seriously.
For the sake of the department.
Look, Conrad,
not everyone likes you,
but everyone respects you.
And maybe more importantly,
they trust you.
I'll admit, there was a time
I would have jumped at
the opportunity, but now...
I don't even know if I want to
be doing this job anymore, Jim.
Captain, we need to talk.
(camera clicking)
How's your head, Mr. Pak?
It hurts.
Oh, but you should see
the other guy.
Well, the other head.
Nice to see you still have
a sense of humor.
Are you here on vacation?
Electronics convention.
Hospital wasn't
on the itinerary.
Those are some nasty-looking
hives on your hands.
Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.
Shellfish, allergy
to cigarette smoke, maybe.
Surprised it's still legal
to smoke in casinos.
You can get away with
a lot in this town.
Yeah, like assault
with a fake bloody head.
Head was fake.
Blood's another story.
The blood was real?
Could you give me a minute?
(dialing)
Hey, Greg, are you still talking
to our prankster?
Yeah, I'm sitting
right across from him. Why?
Hematrace on the blood
from his fake head says that
it's real, nonhuman.
I need to know what it is.
Hold on.
Blood from your prop head's
positive for nonhuman.
Nonhuman?
You make it sound like
I used alien blood.
It's pig's blood.
Old-school horror movie, dude.
It's like any zombie movie.
Tarantino here says
it's pig's blood.
(sighs)
That's what I was afraid of.
The guy he clocked
is having a reaction.
Could be viral,
maybe a blood-born pathogen.
- Oh, great.
- Yeah, we need to know
exactly where he went
on the Strip
and how many people
he came in contact with.
Got it.
Well, it looks like your wish
might have come true.
You went viral.
Awesome!
(whoops)
As in outbreak.
Your pig's blood
may have been tainted.
What are you
talking about, dude?
I'm feeling fine.
All right, dude, you are
going to draw me a map...
everywhere you went.
And you had better find
your girlfriend with the camera.
I'm gonna go find you
another shirt so you don't
contaminate anyone else.
You stay here,
and don't touch anything.
SIDLE: Your gunshot victim's
stippling indicates close range.
Dead center, back of the head.
Victim never even turned around.
Tells me the shooter was quick
and efficient... a professional.
Or the shooter was someone
that the victim knew.
Or thought he knew.
Doc pulled a.22-caliber slug
out of his head.
Come take a look at this.
There's no rifling.
Mm. Weird, right?
Yeah. Usually see this
when someone drills out
the barrel of a gun
to make it harder to identify.
Yeah, but that kind
of modification
would still leave marks
on the bullet
as it rattled down the barrel.
Yeah, there's no sign of that
on this bullet.
No.
So, I'm thinking
the shooter used
a sub-caliber device.
Adapting a larger caliber weapon
to fire
a smaller caliber bullet.
Like using a.44 to fire a.22.
I'll get it to Hodges,
see if he can identify trace
from a sub-caliber device.
Maybe we'll be able to tie
the bullet to the murder weapon.
Got to find the gun first.
Stop pushing me, I said.
Sit down.
I ran your prints, Chastity.
Your real name is Heather Tile,
you're 19.
You're from
Butler, Pennsylvania.
You have prior arrests
in Los Angeles and Nevada
for prostitution and larceny.
Look, I can explain
that debit card.
- Forget about the debit card.
- I asked a friend...
We'll talk about that later.
Now, here's what
I want to ask you.
Where'd you get this ring?
What do you mean,
where I got that ring?
That's mine.
No, it's not yours.
- It is mine. I...
- No, it's not.
You know how I know?
The inscription.
See, I had that ring made
for my ex-wife.
That's her engagement ring.
So I'm gonna ask you again,
where'd you get the ring?
I already told you,
I bought it for,
like, 200 bucks.
From who?
This girl...
we worked the streets together.
- What's her name?
- I don't know.
We call her Jersey
on the street.
Let me show you something.
Tell me...
...does that look like her?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
That's the girl.
Oh, man. That's my daughter.
JOSLYN:
It's coming!
It's coming, it's coming.
My baby is coming!
Oh, my water broke!
Oh, I'm out of time!
Joslyn, remember, we agreed,
if I let you out of the chair,
you were gonna
cooperate and be calm.
Please, I'm bursting!
Joslyn, please,
we are trying to help you.
The paramedics are here;
they just want to take you
to the hospital,
make sure you're okay.
Yeah, to make sure
your baby is okay.
My baby is coming.
I'm not going to any hospital.
I'm having my baby here!
(clamoring)
- I'm having my baby now!
- Joslyn, just calm down.
(screaming)
Get her down! Get her down!
Get her down!
(shouting wildly)
(sobbing):
Help me, help me with my baby.
Looks like a war zone.
Yeah, war at home.
One casualty.
Hospital said
our pregnant transvestite
was D.O.A.
Internal Affairs
is gonna be all over that.
Sergeant Weiss follow procedure?
As far as I know.
Doesn't mean they won't be
looking for a scapegoat.
Quite a busy night
on the street, Marko.
So where did you go
after the Fashion Arcade?
Uh, I went to the Olympia.
Oh, hey, Lydia, it's me.
So, I'm here with the cops.
They think maybe
our pig's blood spread
some, like, Ebola
or flu or something.
Anyway, I need the camera
'cause they want to see
who we messed with,
so call me back.
Like, right away.
(phone chimes)
Hey, Finn, if you're still
at the hospital,
I hope you're in quarantine
because you do not
want to be here.
FINLAY:
I'm actually not in quarantine.
The hospital tested
the pig's blood, and there is
no sign of any virus
or pathogen.
And Mr. Pak's responded
well to treatment,
so he's on his way home.
- So outbreak averted.
- Yes.
- Yeah!
- I am headed back to the lab.
I'll see you soon.
All right, bye.
Told you everything was cool.
Everything is not cool.
What is this?
This is a map
of our prankster's trip
down the Strip.
Passing right by
our John Doe homicide.
Dude, I didn't see anything.
What about your girlfriend
with the camera?
She was too busy shooting.
Video.
So maybe the camera
is our witness.
Yeah, where is it?
Lydia has it.
She's not calling me back.
Well, you better
make up with her soon,
because that camera is evidence
in a homicide investigation now.
Hey.
So I ran
the stolen debit card
that we got off of Chastity.
Guess what.
It was used to rent the car
that Nick found
our gunshot victim in.
- Did you get
the driver's license? - Yep.
Keith Dobson.
Name matches the one
on the debit card,
and the photo matches
our dead guy.
So Keith Dobson is our John Doe.
And Chastity is upgraded
from trick roll to murder.
Sara says the prankster
may have footage of the crime.
Now we may have a suspect.
Although I'm not so sure
she did it all on her own.
Maybe she had a partner.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Um...
what you said before about
not wanting to do this anymore...
did you mean that?
I'm sorry you overheard that.
I don't know
what I'm thinking right now.
And right now is not
a good time to discuss it, okay?
Okay.
But, you know,
whenever you're ready,
you know where you can find me.
Okay.
CHASTITY:
/ rea//y did buy that ring,
you know, and I'm willing
to return it,
as long as you cut me
a deal on that debit card.
So you want to negotiate?
Okay, let's negotiate.
You know who this is, right?
That's good.
Now, I want you
to take your time,
because the next answer
you give is gonna decide
whether you spend
25 years to life in prison.
I don't know
nothing about that, man.
Okay, what do you know?
I met him at the pool
at the Tangiers.
Him and his buddy...
they... they wanted company.
And you... who did you go with?
No one. It was just me.
They didn't seem to mind.
What?
Don't give me that look.
I'm telling you
the truth, all right?
We'll see.
How'd you get that debit card?
Spent the day with them
at their suite,
showed them a good time,
you know.
The debit card guy was clueless.
The other guy
was more of a player.
Seemed like a local.
Kind of like that cartoon,
you know,
like the country mouse,
the city mouse, I don't know.
Except, in this cartoon,
the country mouse gets
a bullet
in the back of his head.
Look, I-I stole
the card from the guy
while he was in the shower.
Then he and his buddy...
they wanted to hit the Strip,
so I left them
at the valet stand.
I'm telling you the truth,
I swear.
The dead guy's friend...
what did he look like?
Not much different.
Just another college boy
getting off on the Strip.
Subject is a male Caucasian, 27.
Cause of death is exsanguination
due to multiple
sharp force injuries,
severing
the external iliac artery.
Greg, you okay?
Yeah, I-I just thought
he was high.
I never imagined he would do
anything like this.
We all have our own demons.
Drugs only weaken our ability
to confront them.
Whatever delusions
he was suffering from,
clearly they got
the best of him.
He may not have been
as delusional as you think.
What do you mean?
According to the abdominal
X-rays, Joslyn was pregnant.
Not with a baby,
but, uh, definitely
with bundles of joy.
He was smuggling drugs.
ROBBINS: And like him,
not all the product survived.
No wonder he had
a psychotic break.
Wanted to cut the baby out.
ROBBINS: There must be
at least 20 balloons
left inside his stomach.
I'll get them to Tox.
If we can identify this drug,
maybe we can
figure out
who he was muling for.
They did this to him.
HODGES:
I put our bullet
under electron microscope
magnification.
STOKES:
Well, whatever it is,
it looks like it's scorched
right onto the bullet.
It is.
And if you take a closer look,
you can see the face of Jesus.
Come on, man,
it's been a long night, dude.
Fine, be a secular humanist.
What you're looking at
is a composite material...
unpolymerized resin
and calcium carbide.
Trace left by
a sub-caliber device?
Could be, except that
sub-caliber devices
are made of brass or steel,
not polymer.
Well, maybe the killer
is using plastics.
Maybe even
an entirely plastic gun.
Think about it.
Virtually undetectable, perfect
for a robber working the Strip.
John Malkovich...
/n the Line of Fire...
made a gun
entirely out of polymer.
Good movie, bad science.
A polymer gun can't stand up
to the pressure
of firing a bullet.
- It would break down.
- Okay.
What if you only needed
to fire it once?
One shot, one kill.
Is that another movie?
It will be, starring my theory,
coming to a lab near you.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some work to do.
Who would play you?
Hmm.
Hey, Greg,
I ran those balloons Doc pulled
off your pregnant transvestite.
Yeah.
Drugs were
a cocktail of oxycodone,
fentanyl and meperidine.
It's prescription.
Not your typical drug-mule fare.
No, but already
on the menu tonight.
What do you mean?
A few hours ago,
Nick and Officer Crawford
busted a dealer on the Strip...
Adrian Dinan.
Took a baggie of powder off him.
The drugs the dealer was selling
have a chemical composition
identical
to the drugs
in your victim's stomach.
Same drugs.
Means Joslyn was smuggling
for the same scumbag
who has Dinan
out there selling on the street.
Looks like it.
Thanks, Henry.
Found the connection
I was looking for.
ADRIAN: (whistles)
These are some nasty photos.
SANDERS:
It's nasty business,
smuggling drugs
for you and your boss.
We know
who you work for, Adrian:
Rolan Zahl, Mad-10's set leader.
He runs girls
and drugs along the Strip.
Sorry, I'm an
independent contractor.
You want to stick to that story?
'Cause the drugs you're selling
tie you to this.
Felony homicide.
Ah, forget about three strikes.
I mean, we go
for "special circs,"
you get the needle.
I know you like
to make deals, Crawford,
but it's my turn.
What the hell
are you talking about?
Crawford here collared
the wrong drug dealer.
That's BS.
Adrian, I caught you selling.
Not selling, sampling.
The white boy that he let go...
...his name is Bobby Reed;
he's a rich kid.
His daddy's some big shot lawyer
for the city.
He's been moving drugs in clubs
on the Strip.
Good business plan,
because he and his friends
don't look like drug dealers.
But there's only one problem.
Zahl.
And I imagine
he doesn't like people
cutting into his profits.
Which is where
the sampling comes in.
Bobby approached me
with his product.
Wanted to set up
a meeting with Zahl.
Thought that going
into business together
was preferable
to the alternative.
Let's say we believe you.
Where do we find Bobby Reed?
You want me to help you
with your case,
you need to help me with mine.
Hey, babe, finally.
I've been leaving messages
for you all night.
I thought we agreed,
when you freeze me out
like this,
it's not healthy
for our relationship...
Marko, Marko,
that's not helpful.
Right.
Listen, I need
to put you on speaker.
LYDIA:
Do not put me on speaker.
Too late.
Sorry. Listen, I'm here
with Detective Siegel.
Cops really
need the camera, okay?
- Marko, I'm going to hang up.
- BOTH: Don't hang up!
Uh, Ms. Kasper...
It's-it's Lydia, right?
Who's this?
Uh, I'm Sara Sid/e.
Uh, I'm with the crime lab.
And-and I'm sure that you don't
want anything to do with this,
but in all honesty,
a man was murdered tonight,
and your camera may be the key
to finding out who did it.
We really need your help.
You're right, I don't want
anything to do with this.
Okay, w-well, you don't have to.
Uh, all I need you to do is
drop the camera someplace
where I could find it.
Could you... do that
for me, please?
Where?
Okay, uh, behind
the Olympia Casino,
there's an alley with a Dumpster
for newspaper recycling.
You can dump it in there.
Okay. Marko, you still there?
Yeah, babe, I'm here.
I'm dumping you, too.
(line clicks)
MAN:
All right, ladies,
I'm gonna ask you
to step over here.
Hey. You find anything yet?
No, nothing.
I swear, why do I trust people?
This job should've
beat it out of us by now.
Wait.
Sometimes life
does offer up a surprise.
"M.P." Marko Palmisano.
All right.
Got blood drops.
- What?
- And some drag marks.
Looks like a struggle.
SIDLE:
Blue hoodie.
Oh, my God, it's Lydia.
Killer must have been
looking for this camera, too.
Instead of finding it,
found her.
This is my fault.
Whoever did this to Lydia
did this because of me.
Marko, this is not your fault.
It's not.
It's because of the camera.
I'm so sorry this happened,
and I promise you
that we'll find the person
that did this.
I'm sorry.
(sighs)
Got to feel for the guy.
Hope he can forgive himself.
I recovered this
from your victim.
(sighs)
SIDLE:
Looks like a.22.
Same caliber as the bullet
that killed our gunshot vic
in the car, Keith Dobson.
Identical wound...
single round perfectly placed
at the base of the skull.
Same caliber, same M.O.,
same killer.
Hey!
I want you all to meet my dad!
So, did you find anything
on the video?
I did. I found our crime scene.
Keith Dobson's rental car,
and he has company.
Yeah, hold it right there.
Chastity.
That's a hooker we busted
on the Strip,
had Keith Dobson's debit card.
Well, she told Brass
that she left Dobson and a buddy
at the valet stand
at the Tangiers.
Hard to believe
that a hooker would lie.
Yeah.
So what about this buddy?
Caught him on tape.
There he is, in the backseat,
right behind Keith Dobson.
STOKES:
Bobby Reed.
That's the kid we let go.
We thought he was buying drugs,
dealer said he was selling.
Well, I think he may be
guilty of more than that.
Sadly, we don't have
the smoking gun on tape.
Thanks to Mini-Me in the Mini.
There's a bit
of a jumble here.
There... it is.
Bobby Reed and Chastity
high-tailing it
away from the car.
STOKES:
Leaving Keith at the wheel.
SIDLE:
Yeah, not moving.
Just like you found him.
CHASTITY:
It's not what it looks like.
BRASS:
Well, what is it, then?
You know, I'm trying
to be a good guy,
you know,
but all I get from you is lies.
You're gonna tell me the truth,
or I'm throwing you
to the wolves.
So you got about five seconds
to tell me.
I am telling you
the truth, okay?
I had nothing to do
with that murder.
I met them for the first time
at the Tangiers.
Okay, we're done here.
On orders from Rolan Zahl.
Rolan Zahl?
The Mad-10's set leader?
Huh?
Yeah. I work for him.
You mean he's your pimp.
He asked me to pick up
on Bobby Reed, so I did.
His buddy just came along
for the ride.
He told me to...
hang out with Bobby
and text him,
let him know where we were.
So Rolan Zahl had you
keeping tabs on Bobby Reed?
He said he just wanted
to talk to the guy.
"Talk"?
Yeah, talk, like,
with a gun to his head.
Look, what I don't
understand is...
So, Bobby Reed
is in Rolan's sights,
but Bobby's friend ends up dead,
and you and Bobby Reed
- are seen walking away.
- No, no.
It's not what it looks like.
Look, Bobby said he saw
some friend of his on the Strip,
and he wanted to go say hi
to him, so he just took off.
And me, I mean,
I just wanted to get
the hell out of there,
you know?
Look, I'm telling you,
when we walked away
from that car,
his friend was alive.
And they looked a lot alike.
Maybe if Rolan
really wanted to...
Come on. What are you saying?
You're saying that Rolan
popped the wrong guy?
Forget it.
I already said too much.
Number one rule for survival:
Always know when to walk away.
Jersey taught me that.
You better not be lying to me.
I'm not.
And I didn't lie
about that ring, either.
- She really did sell it to me.
- Wait a minute.
The two of you met in L. A?
No, I didn't meet her in L.A.,
I met her in Vegas.
Vegas?
When?
Couple months ago.
Didn't know she was here, huh?
HODGES: The two bullets
we pulled from our victims
exhibited not just
the same trace,
but, as you will notice,
identical residue patterns
singed onto their surfaces.
So, what, fired from
the same gun, right?
Yes and no.
Heraclitus said, "You never step
into the same river twice."
Well, truthfully, you never
fire the same gun twice,
because each time
you fire a weapon,
you ever so slightly
alter its characteristics.
- Heraclitus, huh?
- Mm.
- Go on.
- All right.
Polymer trace got me thinking.
Maybe we're looking
for a plastic gun.
Identical markings
got me thinking further.
What if you were able
to duplicate a gun?
One you could use once
and then simply dispose of.
John Malkovich,
/n the Line of Fire.
I love you.
Uh, I mean... respect.
- Go on. - Okay, I want
to show you something.
- (music plays over computer)
- 3-D printer?
HODGES:
The future is here.
They have scanners now
that can scan an object
to generate a perfect
3-D computer model,
which is then fed into
a 3-D printer,
which then prints the object
in three dimensions
using layers of polymer.
- Now, that's cool.
- Mm-hmm.
Primarily, 3-D printers are used
to manufacture parts for antique
cars and design prototypes.
And you think our killer
printed a gun.
Multiple guns.
Identical, disposable,
untraceable.
Fits the M.O. Of a pro.
How much do these cost?
They're not cheap...
around 150 K.
Okay, so they're not
completely untraceable.
Get on the phone,
call the manufacturer,
let's get a list going.
Okay.
BRASS: Mr. Reed,
thank you for coming in.
I know, as city attorney,
you're very busy and...
I can't believe this.
Do you recognize any of
these faces with your son?
This young man is, um, Keith.
He's Bobby's college roommate.
This is Bobby's cousin,
Josh, though I've...
never seen him
dressed like that.
You say they're both dead?
Yes. Along with a young woman,
a witness.
Bobby's mom and I split up
when he was four.
She took him to live back east.
After college,
he came to live out here.
He wanted to make it on his own.
"Hospitality management."
Mostly it just seemed like
he went to clubs.
I... I figured he's young.
So you-you really didn't know,
uh, what he was into?
You have kids?
This isn't really about me,
Mr. Reed.
You know, Bobby has been playing
drug lord, and he's pissed off
the real one.
A vicious bastard
named Rolan Zahl.
Now, we don't have enough
evidence to bring Zahl in.
But with three people dead,
and maybe Bobby next,
we need your help.
What can I do?
Reach out to your son.
Tell him to come in
and talk to us.
Help us bring a killer
to justice.
And if I can't talk him into it?
Then he's looking at
street justice.
And very soon.
I ran Chastity's phone records.
She was definitely texting
with someone
about where she and Bobby Reed
were all night.
Texting Rolan Zahl?
I don't know.
It was a burner cell.
10:20 p.m.,
"Leaving the hotel with Bobby."
FINLAY: Burner cell responds,
"Stay with him."
SIDLE: 10:32, "In car,
heading for the Strip."
"Tell me where you end up."
10:50, "Pulled over,
Price and Boulevard."
"Keep him there,
don't let him leave."
It sounds to me like someone
was closing in for the kill.
That's when Chastity
got out of there.
And Bobby sees a guy on
the Strip he wants to talk to.
Our dealer, Adrian Dinan.
And Bobby and Chastity take off,
leaving Bobby's friend
Keith behind.
Shooter slips into the backseat,
pops the wrong guy.
You know, Bobby and Keith
do look a lot alike.
SANDERS:
That's a good theory.
But how do we prove it?
Anybody order
a break in the case?
I hate it when you do that.
Well, you're gonna like this.
Trace from our bullets...
unpolymerized resin
and calcium carbide...
turns out to be a match
to a 3-D printer model,
one that I believe
printed our guns.
Could I see that trace report?
So you proved
your plastic gun theory.
Congratulations.
How does that break our case?
Purchase of said printer
tracks to
a car restoration shop
on Madison Street in Northtown.
The owner: One Rolan Zahl.
It looks like
we're closer to putting
the murder weapon
in Zahl's hand.
Not exactly Zahl's hand.
Unpolymerized resin,
calcium carbide.
That is not the first time
I've seen this trace.
What do you mean?
Same results came back
from Desert Palm last night.
They were looking
for biologicals,
a blood-borne pathogen.
The cause of
an allergic reaction
experienced by Mr. Anthony Pak.
SIDLE:
Wait a minute.
Isn't that our tourist
who was clocked by
Mark Palmisano's latex head?
- Yeah.
- Who also had
an allergic reaction,
apparently, to his own gun.
Plastic guns
aren't for everyone.
Context is everything,
and everything is making
a lot more sense right now.
Check it out.
Lydia's video footage.
He must have thought
she recorded the murder.
It was no accident
Pak was there.
No, man, he was going
for the camera.
Our tourist is our killer.
So, Dennis Reed convinced his
son to... to turn himself in?
Well, the guy's
the city attorney.
His whole life
is about negotiation.
You know, unions, developers.
This was a negotiation I didn't
think he could pull off.
I guess you can't underestimate
the bond between
a father and a child.
That hasn't been my experience.
Yeah, sorry.
I heard about the ring.
Well, you know,
that might have been
one of the best days of my life.
I surprised Nancy, my ex-wife.
I gave her the ring,
took her to dinner, the ballet.
Yeah, yeah, ballet.
- I like ballet.
- No, I can see that.
Yeah, there was a lot of good
memories in the early years.
But I guess that's what
you hang on to, the good times.
Even with my daughter Ellie.
I'm sorry.
That's got to be hard.
You know,
when Nancy and I split up,
she wanted to give
the ring back.
I said, "No, give it to Ellie.
She should have it."
And then she sells it
to that girl for 200 bucks.
That only means
that she's in trouble,
and she's not
reaching out to me.
You know that guy?
Never seen him before.
Well, he knows you.
Lucky for you,
he doesn't know you that well.
That's why he popped
your buddy Keith instead of you.
STOKES: You really
pissed off Rolan Zahl.
He hired a hit man
to put you out of business.
I know that.
That's why I'm here, right?
I don't get it.
You have everything...
education, money, opportunity.
Why the hell would you want
to be a drug dealer?
You sound like my dad.
These men are trying
to help you, Bobby.
You should listen
to your father.
I've listened plenty.
I don't want to be a lawyer
or a doctor or a banker.
Might as well be dead.
(chuckles)
I don't expect
you people to understand.
What it's like to be a player.
Prince of the city.
You do realize that
three people are dead
because of you, right?
It's not on me.
Do you have any idea
what you've done?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I know exactly
what I've done, Dad.
And I know where I'm going.
Just like old times.
You get weekend visits.
And, hey, maybe if you show up
more often this time,
you'll figure me out.
Got something for me to sign,
don't you?
We do.
Okay.
So the college boy's in;
what about you?
Do I really have a choice?
Right now, you're just
looking at solicitation.
I'd rather have your help
trying to bring Rolan Zahl in
than bump up the charges
to accessory to murder.
When this is all over...
then what?
It's not like you guys are
gonna protect me or anything.
Hey.
Heather.
Listen to me.
When this is over...
I'm gonna give you money
and a bus ticket
back to Butler, PA.
I want you to go back home,
I want you to call your dad,
I want you to try
to build a life there.
And don't come back
to the Strip.
SIDLE: Chastity's made contact
with Pak.
I hope she keeps him
on the hook.
Looks like it's going down
at the Fashion Arcade.
Fashion Arcade.
You got that, Nick?
STOKES:
Yeah, copy that.
We got eyes
on Bobby and Chastity.
CRAWFORD:
Backup's en route.
Taking up positions.
I'm pulling up CCTV cams
on the Strip.
I got Bobby Reed and Chastity.
There's Nick and Crawford.
- Any sign of our shooter?
- Not yet.
Oh, wait a minute.
Got him.
Hello, Mr. Pak.
Nick, we have a visual on Pak.
Where?
To the right of you at 2:00.
Yeah, yeah, it... it looks
like he's texting.
Yeah, he's telling them
to go to the food court.
All units,
converge on the food court.
All units, converge
on the food court.
SANDERS:
Pak's on the move.
SIDLE:
That's all right, we got him.
SANDERS:
He's taking a shortcut.
Where the hell did he go?
Nick, we lost him.
Yeah, so did we.
CRAWFORD:
Where'd he go?
I don't know.
I can't find him anywhere.
He knows where the cameras are.
LVPD.
Drop the gun.
Drop it... or we drop you.
CRAWFORD:
Looking good, Weiss.
Pak's not talking.
Not even to ask for a lawyer?
I'm sure Rolan Zahl
has that all taken care of.
By the way,
we searched Rolan Zahl's
auto restoration shop.
No sign of a 3-D printer.
Got rid of it.
Okay, so what do we got?
We got a gun and a phone
with text messages,
both in Pak's hands.
And Rolan Zahl's hands
stay clean.
We do have Chastity's testimony.
Uh, the word of a prostitute?
Good luck.
Okay, so Zahl walks,
everybody else goes to jail.
And Chastity?
No, she's got a deal
that stays in place.
She's getting a second chance.
She's a smart girl;
I think she'll take it.
Little help from the right
person, I'm sure she will.
Waitress was busy.
Thought I'd give her a hand.
Man, you are
a tough guy to find.
I practically had to bribe
your duty officer
just to get your 20.
I just needed
a little peace and quiet
to finish up
these reports for I.A.
Probably having a field day
with the bloodbath in the PD
and cops letting suspects walk.
Anybody getting the ax?
Not if I can help it.
Chicken soup?
You don't like that stuff.
Last time I saw you
with a bowl of that,
it was in the hospital.
Well, I'm developing
a taste for it, I guess.
What's wrong, Dad?
Is this about
the sheriff's offer?
I don't know, M.
I-I guess I'm just not
feeling myself lately.
These days, everywhere I look,
everything in my life
just seems so complicated.
(chuckles)
Everything, huh?
Really?
No, no, I-I don't
mean everything, no.
Listen to me, I'm confused
about a lot of things right now,
but you and me,
our relationship...
that is the only thing
in my life that makes sense.
Well, my shift is over.
Mind if I join you?
I'd be happy to have
your company... always.
Would it drive you crazy
if I ordered a bacon
double chili cheeseburger?
Not if we order two.
BRASS:
Hey.
I just got back from holding.
Where's Heather?
- Who?
- Heather Tile.
Chastity, the prostitute.
Oh, yeah,
somebody made bail for her.
Bail? Who?
I don't know.
You know, actually,
she left something for you.
Oh.
(sighs)
(horn toots)
Boy, there's a lot
of live ones tonight, huh?
I know.
You're used to the dead ones.
Yeah, they're a lot easier
to work with.
Thanks for coming out,
helping us grunts
in the Mobile Crime Unit.
You're welcome.
All the problems
in the department lately...
it's, uh, been hard
- making cases stick, you know?
- Uh-huh.
Well, that's why I'm here.
You deal with the whack-jobs,
and I'll do
the evidence collecting.
I'd like to think I'm gonna
miss all this, but I ain't.
What do you mean? You're not
quitting, are you, Crawford?
No, I'm, uh, looking
at a promotion.
Really?
Yeah. Detective.
A lot of opportunities now,
so I'm gonna trade in
my uniform for a suit.
Well, congratulations,
Detective.
Thank you.
Yeah, it's, uh...
it's got a nice ring to it.
Yeah, it does.
Excuse me, miss.
Can we talk to you, please?
I ain't doing
nothing wrong, Officer.
Well, you're not doing
anything right, either.
CRAWFORD:
What's your name?
Chastity.
Can I see some I.D., please?
Lost it.
But you didn't lose your purse.
Mind if I take a look inside?
You got some cash, a wallet
and some condoms.
Well, safety first.
No I.D., debit card.
Wait a minute, you don't
look like Keith Dobson.
Yeah, it's not mine.
Then what are you doing with it?
Have you been arrested before?
No. Never.
Here's the deal.
You start telling me the truth,
and maybe you get to go home.
But if you keep lying to me,
you're going to jail.
I never had to patrol
the streets like this.
I mean, not even
when I was a CSl-1.
It is a little crazy.
Full moon tonight.
You know,
not to discount the crazy,
but no lunar effect
on human behavior
has ever been established.
- (man groans)
- What about horses?
Hey, Trigger.
Wake up.
Hello.
(groans)
Well, this grass ain't hay.
Trigger just bought himself
a night in the barn.
Control, 3-0-5-Charlie.
Sergeant Weiss requesting
transport van to our location.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, boys.
(laughs):
What?
Adrian. Hey, man.
- Hey.
- How are sales?
What did I say last time, huh?
One more swing and miss...
that is strike three.
That's life.
What's your name, kid?
I know you're scared, all right?
Okay, here's the deal:
You work with me,
maybe you go home tonight.
Just gonna need you
to come downtown
and make a statement, okay?
We got a deal?
(siren wailing)
MAN (over radio):
All units, 415-C.
Olympia Casino.
Suspect possibly armed.
What are you all afraid of?
Hey, hey, I want you all
to meet my dad.
We got in a little fight.
But, you know,
it's all good now.
What's going on?
Casino security called it in.
The guy just showed up
swinging a head.
Right, Pops?
Doesn't look like he's armed.
- What are you looking at?
- No, just dangerous.
Officer, we need to move
these people back.
LVPD. I'm gonna have to ask
everyone to move back.
You guys got dad issues?
I can help.
Hey, sir, calm down.
Put the head on the ground.
Step away.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
The blood is on your hands,
not mine!
I'm not doing anything wrong.
SIDLE:
Hey, hey, sir! Hey, sir!
- There's another casino
across the street. - Hey, hey.
- (crowd groans)
- Dad, come back.
- Call for paramedics.
- SIDLE: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh.
Hey, uh, guys, the head is fake.
Please tell me you're
getting this. This is awesome!
Hey. It's a stunt!
Yeah, that girl
in the blue hoodie... grab her!
Hey, get back here!
You, stop!
Vegas PD! Get over here!
Running was bad,
but, dude, that hurts.
Hurt's just beginning.
Joke's over, kid.
- I think you're going to jail,
dude. - Only adds to my fame
when my video goes viral.
I'm gonna have more hits
- than that chick singing...
- All right, you know what?
That's enough of that. Shut up.
Come on, man.
It's not like anybody died.
CRAWFORD:
Stand over here.
You got something?
Looks like someone else
got punked tonight.
But this is no joke.
# 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! #
Everybody out.
RUSSELL:
You got an I.D.
On our gunshot victim?
No. No, not yet.
Wallet was missing.
What about vehicle registration?
Well, it's a rental, but the guy
won't give up the name till
he clears it with corporate,
so we're getting a warrant.
Sara is processing
the car right now.
Evidence says the shooter
was in the backseat.
Sounds like a pop-and-rob.
Well, unfortunately,
traffic cam footage was a bust.
So in the meantime,
I'll check in with the doc,
see what he's got to say.
Good Lord.
MAN:
Dude,
I need my head back.
I rented it for the weekend.
This guy does
special effects for TV.
Very good, but very expensive.
Sir, I need to confirm...
is this your vehicle?
Feel like I'm back
at the Hollywood Division.
Where exactly do you need me?
Booking. Ask for Chastity.
You'll know when you see her.
I'm on it.
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey, hey, hey, Crawford!
When do I get my phone call?!
- Hey!
- Here's my statement.
About buying drugs
off that dealer.
Can I go now, Officer?
You need to sign it.
Ah.
Here you go.
Bobby Reed.
Is your dad Dennis Reed?
City attorney?
Yeah.
He's not gonna be too happy.
It could be worse.
Next time,
I won't let you off so easy.
You understand?
WEISS:
Josh McClure, Florida license.
It's Joslyn.
Joslyn. You understand
why you're here?
No.
No, I-I do not.
You took a swing
at a cab driver.
He started it. And I wasn't
just protecting myself,
I was protecting the life
of my unborn child.
Have you been drinking tonight?
You taken anything?
I take offense. I'd never
endanger the health of my baby.
- How dare you!
- Oh, hey!
- Hey, watch it!
- Hey!
Hey, I need some help here!
Somebody get the chair!
Get your hands off of me!
- Calm down!
- I haven't done anything!
Ma'am? Ma'am? Sir?
Sit down!
- Sit back.
- Joslyn, calm down.
- What the hell is this thing?!
- Joslyn, stay cool.
This is a violation!
I'm being violated!
If my water breaks,
it'll be on your head!
You hear me?!
JOSLYN:
Your head!
- Oh, no, no!
- (sighs)
WEISS:
Take it easy.
Joslyn, take it easy.
$2,300 in cash
and a stolen debit card.
Pretty good night, huh?
I'm gonna need you
to take off your clothes
and all of
your personal belongings.
Jewelry, everything.
I'm gonna need the ring, too.
You'll get it back.
Mayans were right; world's
coming to an end next month.
BRASS:
We should all be so lucky.
Has Sheriff Liston
talked to you?
Hmm? No. Why?
Well, I wanted
to give you a heads-up.
When I got shot,
the department gave me a medal.
Uh-oh. What does the sheriff
want to give me?
Her job.
What? What are you
talking about?
She's thinking of resigning,
appointing you
as her replacement.
Resigning? No, no, no.
That's the worst thing
she could do right now.
And-and I'm the last person
who should replace her.
You should consider it.
Seriously.
For the sake of the department.
Look, Conrad,
not everyone likes you,
but everyone respects you.
And maybe more importantly,
they trust you.
I'll admit, there was a time
I would have jumped at
the opportunity, but now...
I don't even know if I want to
be doing this job anymore, Jim.
Captain, we need to talk.
(camera clicking)
How's your head, Mr. Pak?
It hurts.
Oh, but you should see
the other guy.
Well, the other head.
Nice to see you still have
a sense of humor.
Are you here on vacation?
Electronics convention.
Hospital wasn't
on the itinerary.
Those are some nasty-looking
hives on your hands.
Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.
Shellfish, allergy
to cigarette smoke, maybe.
Surprised it's still legal
to smoke in casinos.
You can get away with
a lot in this town.
Yeah, like assault
with a fake bloody head.
Head was fake.
Blood's another story.
The blood was real?
Could you give me a minute?
(dialing)
Hey, Greg, are you still talking
to our prankster?
Yeah, I'm sitting
right across from him. Why?
Hematrace on the blood
from his fake head says that
it's real, nonhuman.
I need to know what it is.
Hold on.
Blood from your prop head's
positive for nonhuman.
Nonhuman?
You make it sound like
I used alien blood.
It's pig's blood.
Old-school horror movie, dude.
It's like any zombie movie.
Tarantino here says
it's pig's blood.
(sighs)
That's what I was afraid of.
The guy he clocked
is having a reaction.
Could be viral,
maybe a blood-born pathogen.
- Oh, great.
- Yeah, we need to know
exactly where he went
on the Strip
and how many people
he came in contact with.
Got it.
Well, it looks like your wish
might have come true.
You went viral.
Awesome!
(whoops)
As in outbreak.
Your pig's blood
may have been tainted.
What are you
talking about, dude?
I'm feeling fine.
All right, dude, you are
going to draw me a map...
everywhere you went.
And you had better find
your girlfriend with the camera.
I'm gonna go find you
another shirt so you don't
contaminate anyone else.
You stay here,
and don't touch anything.
SIDLE: Your gunshot victim's
stippling indicates close range.
Dead center, back of the head.
Victim never even turned around.
Tells me the shooter was quick
and efficient... a professional.
Or the shooter was someone
that the victim knew.
Or thought he knew.
Doc pulled a.22-caliber slug
out of his head.
Come take a look at this.
There's no rifling.
Mm. Weird, right?
Yeah. Usually see this
when someone drills out
the barrel of a gun
to make it harder to identify.
Yeah, but that kind
of modification
would still leave marks
on the bullet
as it rattled down the barrel.
Yeah, there's no sign of that
on this bullet.
No.
So, I'm thinking
the shooter used
a sub-caliber device.
Adapting a larger caliber weapon
to fire
a smaller caliber bullet.
Like using a.44 to fire a.22.
I'll get it to Hodges,
see if he can identify trace
from a sub-caliber device.
Maybe we'll be able to tie
the bullet to the murder weapon.
Got to find the gun first.
Stop pushing me, I said.
Sit down.
I ran your prints, Chastity.
Your real name is Heather Tile,
you're 19.
You're from
Butler, Pennsylvania.
You have prior arrests
in Los Angeles and Nevada
for prostitution and larceny.
Look, I can explain
that debit card.
- Forget about the debit card.
- I asked a friend...
We'll talk about that later.
Now, here's what
I want to ask you.
Where'd you get this ring?
What do you mean,
where I got that ring?
That's mine.
No, it's not yours.
- It is mine. I...
- No, it's not.
You know how I know?
The inscription.
See, I had that ring made
for my ex-wife.
That's her engagement ring.
So I'm gonna ask you again,
where'd you get the ring?
I already told you,
I bought it for,
like, 200 bucks.
From who?
This girl...
we worked the streets together.
- What's her name?
- I don't know.
We call her Jersey
on the street.
Let me show you something.
Tell me...
...does that look like her?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
That's the girl.
Oh, man. That's my daughter.
JOSLYN:
It's coming!
It's coming, it's coming.
My baby is coming!
Oh, my water broke!
Oh, I'm out of time!
Joslyn, remember, we agreed,
if I let you out of the chair,
you were gonna
cooperate and be calm.
Please, I'm bursting!
Joslyn, please,
we are trying to help you.
The paramedics are here;
they just want to take you
to the hospital,
make sure you're okay.
Yeah, to make sure
your baby is okay.
My baby is coming.
I'm not going to any hospital.
I'm having my baby here!
(clamoring)
- I'm having my baby now!
- Joslyn, just calm down.
(screaming)
Get her down! Get her down!
Get her down!
(shouting wildly)
(sobbing):
Help me, help me with my baby.
Looks like a war zone.
Yeah, war at home.
One casualty.
Hospital said
our pregnant transvestite
was D.O.A.
Internal Affairs
is gonna be all over that.
Sergeant Weiss follow procedure?
As far as I know.
Doesn't mean they won't be
looking for a scapegoat.
Quite a busy night
on the street, Marko.
So where did you go
after the Fashion Arcade?
Uh, I went to the Olympia.
Oh, hey, Lydia, it's me.
So, I'm here with the cops.
They think maybe
our pig's blood spread
some, like, Ebola
or flu or something.
Anyway, I need the camera
'cause they want to see
who we messed with,
so call me back.
Like, right away.
(phone chimes)
Hey, Finn, if you're still
at the hospital,
I hope you're in quarantine
because you do not
want to be here.
FINLAY:
I'm actually not in quarantine.
The hospital tested
the pig's blood, and there is
no sign of any virus
or pathogen.
And Mr. Pak's responded
well to treatment,
so he's on his way home.
- So outbreak averted.
- Yes.
- Yeah!
- I am headed back to the lab.
I'll see you soon.
All right, bye.
Told you everything was cool.
Everything is not cool.
What is this?
This is a map
of our prankster's trip
down the Strip.
Passing right by
our John Doe homicide.
Dude, I didn't see anything.
What about your girlfriend
with the camera?
She was too busy shooting.
Video.
So maybe the camera
is our witness.
Yeah, where is it?
Lydia has it.
She's not calling me back.
Well, you better
make up with her soon,
because that camera is evidence
in a homicide investigation now.
Hey.
So I ran
the stolen debit card
that we got off of Chastity.
Guess what.
It was used to rent the car
that Nick found
our gunshot victim in.
- Did you get
the driver's license? - Yep.
Keith Dobson.
Name matches the one
on the debit card,
and the photo matches
our dead guy.
So Keith Dobson is our John Doe.
And Chastity is upgraded
from trick roll to murder.
Sara says the prankster
may have footage of the crime.
Now we may have a suspect.
Although I'm not so sure
she did it all on her own.
Maybe she had a partner.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Um...
what you said before about
not wanting to do this anymore...
did you mean that?
I'm sorry you overheard that.
I don't know
what I'm thinking right now.
And right now is not
a good time to discuss it, okay?
Okay.
But, you know,
whenever you're ready,
you know where you can find me.
Okay.
CHASTITY:
/ rea//y did buy that ring,
you know, and I'm willing
to return it,
as long as you cut me
a deal on that debit card.
So you want to negotiate?
Okay, let's negotiate.
You know who this is, right?
That's good.
Now, I want you
to take your time,
because the next answer
you give is gonna decide
whether you spend
25 years to life in prison.
I don't know
nothing about that, man.
Okay, what do you know?
I met him at the pool
at the Tangiers.
Him and his buddy...
they... they wanted company.
And you... who did you go with?
No one. It was just me.
They didn't seem to mind.
What?
Don't give me that look.
I'm telling you
the truth, all right?
We'll see.
How'd you get that debit card?
Spent the day with them
at their suite,
showed them a good time,
you know.
The debit card guy was clueless.
The other guy
was more of a player.
Seemed like a local.
Kind of like that cartoon,
you know,
like the country mouse,
the city mouse, I don't know.
Except, in this cartoon,
the country mouse gets
a bullet
in the back of his head.
Look, I-I stole
the card from the guy
while he was in the shower.
Then he and his buddy...
they wanted to hit the Strip,
so I left them
at the valet stand.
I'm telling you the truth,
I swear.
The dead guy's friend...
what did he look like?
Not much different.
Just another college boy
getting off on the Strip.
Subject is a male Caucasian, 27.
Cause of death is exsanguination
due to multiple
sharp force injuries,
severing
the external iliac artery.
Greg, you okay?
Yeah, I-I just thought
he was high.
I never imagined he would do
anything like this.
We all have our own demons.
Drugs only weaken our ability
to confront them.
Whatever delusions
he was suffering from,
clearly they got
the best of him.
He may not have been
as delusional as you think.
What do you mean?
According to the abdominal
X-rays, Joslyn was pregnant.
Not with a baby,
but, uh, definitely
with bundles of joy.
He was smuggling drugs.
ROBBINS: And like him,
not all the product survived.
No wonder he had
a psychotic break.
Wanted to cut the baby out.
ROBBINS: There must be
at least 20 balloons
left inside his stomach.
I'll get them to Tox.
If we can identify this drug,
maybe we can
figure out
who he was muling for.
They did this to him.
HODGES:
I put our bullet
under electron microscope
magnification.
STOKES:
Well, whatever it is,
it looks like it's scorched
right onto the bullet.
It is.
And if you take a closer look,
you can see the face of Jesus.
Come on, man,
it's been a long night, dude.
Fine, be a secular humanist.
What you're looking at
is a composite material...
unpolymerized resin
and calcium carbide.
Trace left by
a sub-caliber device?
Could be, except that
sub-caliber devices
are made of brass or steel,
not polymer.
Well, maybe the killer
is using plastics.
Maybe even
an entirely plastic gun.
Think about it.
Virtually undetectable, perfect
for a robber working the Strip.
John Malkovich...
/n the Line of Fire...
made a gun
entirely out of polymer.
Good movie, bad science.
A polymer gun can't stand up
to the pressure
of firing a bullet.
- It would break down.
- Okay.
What if you only needed
to fire it once?
One shot, one kill.
Is that another movie?
It will be, starring my theory,
coming to a lab near you.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some work to do.
Who would play you?
Hmm.
Hey, Greg,
I ran those balloons Doc pulled
off your pregnant transvestite.
Yeah.
Drugs were
a cocktail of oxycodone,
fentanyl and meperidine.
It's prescription.
Not your typical drug-mule fare.
No, but already
on the menu tonight.
What do you mean?
A few hours ago,
Nick and Officer Crawford
busted a dealer on the Strip...
Adrian Dinan.
Took a baggie of powder off him.
The drugs the dealer was selling
have a chemical composition
identical
to the drugs
in your victim's stomach.
Same drugs.
Means Joslyn was smuggling
for the same scumbag
who has Dinan
out there selling on the street.
Looks like it.
Thanks, Henry.
Found the connection
I was looking for.
ADRIAN: (whistles)
These are some nasty photos.
SANDERS:
It's nasty business,
smuggling drugs
for you and your boss.
We know
who you work for, Adrian:
Rolan Zahl, Mad-10's set leader.
He runs girls
and drugs along the Strip.
Sorry, I'm an
independent contractor.
You want to stick to that story?
'Cause the drugs you're selling
tie you to this.
Felony homicide.
Ah, forget about three strikes.
I mean, we go
for "special circs,"
you get the needle.
I know you like
to make deals, Crawford,
but it's my turn.
What the hell
are you talking about?
Crawford here collared
the wrong drug dealer.
That's BS.
Adrian, I caught you selling.
Not selling, sampling.
The white boy that he let go...
...his name is Bobby Reed;
he's a rich kid.
His daddy's some big shot lawyer
for the city.
He's been moving drugs in clubs
on the Strip.
Good business plan,
because he and his friends
don't look like drug dealers.
But there's only one problem.
Zahl.
And I imagine
he doesn't like people
cutting into his profits.
Which is where
the sampling comes in.
Bobby approached me
with his product.
Wanted to set up
a meeting with Zahl.
Thought that going
into business together
was preferable
to the alternative.
Let's say we believe you.
Where do we find Bobby Reed?
You want me to help you
with your case,
you need to help me with mine.
Hey, babe, finally.
I've been leaving messages
for you all night.
I thought we agreed,
when you freeze me out
like this,
it's not healthy
for our relationship...
Marko, Marko,
that's not helpful.
Right.
Listen, I need
to put you on speaker.
LYDIA:
Do not put me on speaker.
Too late.
Sorry. Listen, I'm here
with Detective Siegel.
Cops really
need the camera, okay?
- Marko, I'm going to hang up.
- BOTH: Don't hang up!
Uh, Ms. Kasper...
It's-it's Lydia, right?
Who's this?
Uh, I'm Sara Sid/e.
Uh, I'm with the crime lab.
And-and I'm sure that you don't
want anything to do with this,
but in all honesty,
a man was murdered tonight,
and your camera may be the key
to finding out who did it.
We really need your help.
You're right, I don't want
anything to do with this.
Okay, w-well, you don't have to.
Uh, all I need you to do is
drop the camera someplace
where I could find it.
Could you... do that
for me, please?
Where?
Okay, uh, behind
the Olympia Casino,
there's an alley with a Dumpster
for newspaper recycling.
You can dump it in there.
Okay. Marko, you still there?
Yeah, babe, I'm here.
I'm dumping you, too.
(line clicks)
MAN:
All right, ladies,
I'm gonna ask you
to step over here.
Hey. You find anything yet?
No, nothing.
I swear, why do I trust people?
This job should've
beat it out of us by now.
Wait.
Sometimes life
does offer up a surprise.
"M.P." Marko Palmisano.
All right.
Got blood drops.
- What?
- And some drag marks.
Looks like a struggle.
SIDLE:
Blue hoodie.
Oh, my God, it's Lydia.
Killer must have been
looking for this camera, too.
Instead of finding it,
found her.
This is my fault.
Whoever did this to Lydia
did this because of me.
Marko, this is not your fault.
It's not.
It's because of the camera.
I'm so sorry this happened,
and I promise you
that we'll find the person
that did this.
I'm sorry.
(sighs)
Got to feel for the guy.
Hope he can forgive himself.
I recovered this
from your victim.
(sighs)
SIDLE:
Looks like a.22.
Same caliber as the bullet
that killed our gunshot vic
in the car, Keith Dobson.
Identical wound...
single round perfectly placed
at the base of the skull.
Same caliber, same M.O.,
same killer.
Hey!
I want you all to meet my dad!
So, did you find anything
on the video?
I did. I found our crime scene.
Keith Dobson's rental car,
and he has company.
Yeah, hold it right there.
Chastity.
That's a hooker we busted
on the Strip,
had Keith Dobson's debit card.
Well, she told Brass
that she left Dobson and a buddy
at the valet stand
at the Tangiers.
Hard to believe
that a hooker would lie.
Yeah.
So what about this buddy?
Caught him on tape.
There he is, in the backseat,
right behind Keith Dobson.
STOKES:
Bobby Reed.
That's the kid we let go.
We thought he was buying drugs,
dealer said he was selling.
Well, I think he may be
guilty of more than that.
Sadly, we don't have
the smoking gun on tape.
Thanks to Mini-Me in the Mini.
There's a bit
of a jumble here.
There... it is.
Bobby Reed and Chastity
high-tailing it
away from the car.
STOKES:
Leaving Keith at the wheel.
SIDLE:
Yeah, not moving.
Just like you found him.
CHASTITY:
It's not what it looks like.
BRASS:
Well, what is it, then?
You know, I'm trying
to be a good guy,
you know,
but all I get from you is lies.
You're gonna tell me the truth,
or I'm throwing you
to the wolves.
So you got about five seconds
to tell me.
I am telling you
the truth, okay?
I had nothing to do
with that murder.
I met them for the first time
at the Tangiers.
Okay, we're done here.
On orders from Rolan Zahl.
Rolan Zahl?
The Mad-10's set leader?
Huh?
Yeah. I work for him.
You mean he's your pimp.
He asked me to pick up
on Bobby Reed, so I did.
His buddy just came along
for the ride.
He told me to...
hang out with Bobby
and text him,
let him know where we were.
So Rolan Zahl had you
keeping tabs on Bobby Reed?
He said he just wanted
to talk to the guy.
"Talk"?
Yeah, talk, like,
with a gun to his head.
Look, what I don't
understand is...
So, Bobby Reed
is in Rolan's sights,
but Bobby's friend ends up dead,
and you and Bobby Reed
- are seen walking away.
- No, no.
It's not what it looks like.
Look, Bobby said he saw
some friend of his on the Strip,
and he wanted to go say hi
to him, so he just took off.
And me, I mean,
I just wanted to get
the hell out of there,
you know?
Look, I'm telling you,
when we walked away
from that car,
his friend was alive.
And they looked a lot alike.
Maybe if Rolan
really wanted to...
Come on. What are you saying?
You're saying that Rolan
popped the wrong guy?
Forget it.
I already said too much.
Number one rule for survival:
Always know when to walk away.
Jersey taught me that.
You better not be lying to me.
I'm not.
And I didn't lie
about that ring, either.
- She really did sell it to me.
- Wait a minute.
The two of you met in L. A?
No, I didn't meet her in L.A.,
I met her in Vegas.
Vegas?
When?
Couple months ago.
Didn't know she was here, huh?
HODGES: The two bullets
we pulled from our victims
exhibited not just
the same trace,
but, as you will notice,
identical residue patterns
singed onto their surfaces.
So, what, fired from
the same gun, right?
Yes and no.
Heraclitus said, "You never step
into the same river twice."
Well, truthfully, you never
fire the same gun twice,
because each time
you fire a weapon,
you ever so slightly
alter its characteristics.
- Heraclitus, huh?
- Mm.
- Go on.
- All right.
Polymer trace got me thinking.
Maybe we're looking
for a plastic gun.
Identical markings
got me thinking further.
What if you were able
to duplicate a gun?
One you could use once
and then simply dispose of.
John Malkovich,
/n the Line of Fire.
I love you.
Uh, I mean... respect.
- Go on. - Okay, I want
to show you something.
- (music plays over computer)
- 3-D printer?
HODGES:
The future is here.
They have scanners now
that can scan an object
to generate a perfect
3-D computer model,
which is then fed into
a 3-D printer,
which then prints the object
in three dimensions
using layers of polymer.
- Now, that's cool.
- Mm-hmm.
Primarily, 3-D printers are used
to manufacture parts for antique
cars and design prototypes.
And you think our killer
printed a gun.
Multiple guns.
Identical, disposable,
untraceable.
Fits the M.O. Of a pro.
How much do these cost?
They're not cheap...
around 150 K.
Okay, so they're not
completely untraceable.
Get on the phone,
call the manufacturer,
let's get a list going.
Okay.
BRASS: Mr. Reed,
thank you for coming in.
I know, as city attorney,
you're very busy and...
I can't believe this.
Do you recognize any of
these faces with your son?
This young man is, um, Keith.
He's Bobby's college roommate.
This is Bobby's cousin,
Josh, though I've...
never seen him
dressed like that.
You say they're both dead?
Yes. Along with a young woman,
a witness.
Bobby's mom and I split up
when he was four.
She took him to live back east.
After college,
he came to live out here.
He wanted to make it on his own.
"Hospitality management."
Mostly it just seemed like
he went to clubs.
I... I figured he's young.
So you-you really didn't know,
uh, what he was into?
You have kids?
This isn't really about me,
Mr. Reed.
You know, Bobby has been playing
drug lord, and he's pissed off
the real one.
A vicious bastard
named Rolan Zahl.
Now, we don't have enough
evidence to bring Zahl in.
But with three people dead,
and maybe Bobby next,
we need your help.
What can I do?
Reach out to your son.
Tell him to come in
and talk to us.
Help us bring a killer
to justice.
And if I can't talk him into it?
Then he's looking at
street justice.
And very soon.
I ran Chastity's phone records.
She was definitely texting
with someone
about where she and Bobby Reed
were all night.
Texting Rolan Zahl?
I don't know.
It was a burner cell.
10:20 p.m.,
"Leaving the hotel with Bobby."
FINLAY: Burner cell responds,
"Stay with him."
SIDLE: 10:32, "In car,
heading for the Strip."
"Tell me where you end up."
10:50, "Pulled over,
Price and Boulevard."
"Keep him there,
don't let him leave."
It sounds to me like someone
was closing in for the kill.
That's when Chastity
got out of there.
And Bobby sees a guy on
the Strip he wants to talk to.
Our dealer, Adrian Dinan.
And Bobby and Chastity take off,
leaving Bobby's friend
Keith behind.
Shooter slips into the backseat,
pops the wrong guy.
You know, Bobby and Keith
do look a lot alike.
SANDERS:
That's a good theory.
But how do we prove it?
Anybody order
a break in the case?
I hate it when you do that.
Well, you're gonna like this.
Trace from our bullets...
unpolymerized resin
and calcium carbide...
turns out to be a match
to a 3-D printer model,
one that I believe
printed our guns.
Could I see that trace report?
So you proved
your plastic gun theory.
Congratulations.
How does that break our case?
Purchase of said printer
tracks to
a car restoration shop
on Madison Street in Northtown.
The owner: One Rolan Zahl.
It looks like
we're closer to putting
the murder weapon
in Zahl's hand.
Not exactly Zahl's hand.
Unpolymerized resin,
calcium carbide.
That is not the first time
I've seen this trace.
What do you mean?
Same results came back
from Desert Palm last night.
They were looking
for biologicals,
a blood-borne pathogen.
The cause of
an allergic reaction
experienced by Mr. Anthony Pak.
SIDLE:
Wait a minute.
Isn't that our tourist
who was clocked by
Mark Palmisano's latex head?
- Yeah.
- Who also had
an allergic reaction,
apparently, to his own gun.
Plastic guns
aren't for everyone.
Context is everything,
and everything is making
a lot more sense right now.
Check it out.
Lydia's video footage.
He must have thought
she recorded the murder.
It was no accident
Pak was there.
No, man, he was going
for the camera.
Our tourist is our killer.
So, Dennis Reed convinced his
son to... to turn himself in?
Well, the guy's
the city attorney.
His whole life
is about negotiation.
You know, unions, developers.
This was a negotiation I didn't
think he could pull off.
I guess you can't underestimate
the bond between
a father and a child.
That hasn't been my experience.
Yeah, sorry.
I heard about the ring.
Well, you know,
that might have been
one of the best days of my life.
I surprised Nancy, my ex-wife.
I gave her the ring,
took her to dinner, the ballet.
Yeah, yeah, ballet.
- I like ballet.
- No, I can see that.
Yeah, there was a lot of good
memories in the early years.
But I guess that's what
you hang on to, the good times.
Even with my daughter Ellie.
I'm sorry.
That's got to be hard.
You know,
when Nancy and I split up,
she wanted to give
the ring back.
I said, "No, give it to Ellie.
She should have it."
And then she sells it
to that girl for 200 bucks.
That only means
that she's in trouble,
and she's not
reaching out to me.
You know that guy?
Never seen him before.
Well, he knows you.
Lucky for you,
he doesn't know you that well.
That's why he popped
your buddy Keith instead of you.
STOKES: You really
pissed off Rolan Zahl.
He hired a hit man
to put you out of business.
I know that.
That's why I'm here, right?
I don't get it.
You have everything...
education, money, opportunity.
Why the hell would you want
to be a drug dealer?
You sound like my dad.
These men are trying
to help you, Bobby.
You should listen
to your father.
I've listened plenty.
I don't want to be a lawyer
or a doctor or a banker.
Might as well be dead.
(chuckles)
I don't expect
you people to understand.
What it's like to be a player.
Prince of the city.
You do realize that
three people are dead
because of you, right?
It's not on me.
Do you have any idea
what you've done?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I know exactly
what I've done, Dad.
And I know where I'm going.
Just like old times.
You get weekend visits.
And, hey, maybe if you show up
more often this time,
you'll figure me out.
Got something for me to sign,
don't you?
We do.
Okay.
So the college boy's in;
what about you?
Do I really have a choice?
Right now, you're just
looking at solicitation.
I'd rather have your help
trying to bring Rolan Zahl in
than bump up the charges
to accessory to murder.
When this is all over...
then what?
It's not like you guys are
gonna protect me or anything.
Hey.
Heather.
Listen to me.
When this is over...
I'm gonna give you money
and a bus ticket
back to Butler, PA.
I want you to go back home,
I want you to call your dad,
I want you to try
to build a life there.
And don't come back
to the Strip.
SIDLE: Chastity's made contact
with Pak.
I hope she keeps him
on the hook.
Looks like it's going down
at the Fashion Arcade.
Fashion Arcade.
You got that, Nick?
STOKES:
Yeah, copy that.
We got eyes
on Bobby and Chastity.
CRAWFORD:
Backup's en route.
Taking up positions.
I'm pulling up CCTV cams
on the Strip.
I got Bobby Reed and Chastity.
There's Nick and Crawford.
- Any sign of our shooter?
- Not yet.
Oh, wait a minute.
Got him.
Hello, Mr. Pak.
Nick, we have a visual on Pak.
Where?
To the right of you at 2:00.
Yeah, yeah, it... it looks
like he's texting.
Yeah, he's telling them
to go to the food court.
All units,
converge on the food court.
All units, converge
on the food court.
SANDERS:
Pak's on the move.
SIDLE:
That's all right, we got him.
SANDERS:
He's taking a shortcut.
Where the hell did he go?
Nick, we lost him.
Yeah, so did we.
CRAWFORD:
Where'd he go?
I don't know.
I can't find him anywhere.
He knows where the cameras are.
LVPD.
Drop the gun.
Drop it... or we drop you.
CRAWFORD:
Looking good, Weiss.
Pak's not talking.
Not even to ask for a lawyer?
I'm sure Rolan Zahl
has that all taken care of.
By the way,
we searched Rolan Zahl's
auto restoration shop.
No sign of a 3-D printer.
Got rid of it.
Okay, so what do we got?
We got a gun and a phone
with text messages,
both in Pak's hands.
And Rolan Zahl's hands
stay clean.
We do have Chastity's testimony.
Uh, the word of a prostitute?
Good luck.
Okay, so Zahl walks,
everybody else goes to jail.
And Chastity?
No, she's got a deal
that stays in place.
She's getting a second chance.
She's a smart girl;
I think she'll take it.
Little help from the right
person, I'm sure she will.
Waitress was busy.
Thought I'd give her a hand.
Man, you are
a tough guy to find.
I practically had to bribe
your duty officer
just to get your 20.
I just needed
a little peace and quiet
to finish up
these reports for I.A.
Probably having a field day
with the bloodbath in the PD
and cops letting suspects walk.
Anybody getting the ax?
Not if I can help it.
Chicken soup?
You don't like that stuff.
Last time I saw you
with a bowl of that,
it was in the hospital.
Well, I'm developing
a taste for it, I guess.
What's wrong, Dad?
Is this about
the sheriff's offer?
I don't know, M.
I-I guess I'm just not
feeling myself lately.
These days, everywhere I look,
everything in my life
just seems so complicated.
(chuckles)
Everything, huh?
Really?
No, no, I-I don't
mean everything, no.
Listen to me, I'm confused
about a lot of things right now,
but you and me,
our relationship...
that is the only thing
in my life that makes sense.
Well, my shift is over.
Mind if I join you?
I'd be happy to have
your company... always.
Would it drive you crazy
if I ordered a bacon
double chili cheeseburger?
Not if we order two.
BRASS:
Hey.
I just got back from holding.
Where's Heather?
- Who?
- Heather Tile.
Chastity, the prostitute.
Oh, yeah,
somebody made bail for her.
Bail? Who?
I don't know.
You know, actually,
she left something for you.
Oh.
(sighs)