CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 15, Episode 16 - The Last Ride - full transcript

# Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom #

# When the jungle shadows fall #

# Like the tick, tick, tock
of the stately clock... #

I don't know what it is,

but the vibe in this place
always gets me feeling hot.

# When the summer shower is through #

- Sexy.
# So a voice within me #

# Keeps repeating #

# You, you #

# Night and day... #

Don't tell me you don't feel it.



Do you want to take a ride?

# When the jungle shadows fall #

# I want to love you #
- Come on.

# Night and day... #
- I know you want to.

That's why we're here.

Right?

The hiker called it in.

Saw something glittering near the trailhead.

Glittering?

Yeah, first he thought it
was trash, maybe tinfoil.

Well, turns out it wasn't tinfoil at all.

More like a tin-woman.

- She never found that yellow brick road.
- No.

This is Crawford.



Hey, Nick.

Talk about your Silver Surfer, huh?

- You get any ID on her yet?
- No purse.

The only thing on her besides this dress...

...is blunt-force trauma.

Do we have any idea on the time of death?

Jimmy, you got that, yeah?

Yeah, liver temp puts it
between 12:00 a.m. And 3:00 a.m.

Midnight and 3:00. Okay, thanks, Jimbo.

- That's one hell of a sight.
- Yeah.

- That's straight out of Goldfinger.
- Mmm.

- What do you make of it?
- I hate to speculate

before we've collected any evidence,

but this is Vegas. She could just be

eye candy for some rich guy's
party, for all we know.

Eye candy, really?

You can rent pretty girls like this

and paint 'em up for parties nowadays.

If she was someone's eye candy fantasy,

she's not anymore.

They chewed her up, and they spit her out.

Only in the Silver State.

# CSI Las Vegas 15x16 #
The Last Ride
Original Air Date on January 27, 2015

# 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! #

# Round and round we go #

# I found an empty road #

# They'll never know #

# Searching for the key #

# Locked beneath the seams #

# But they don't know #

# They'll never know #

# Wading #

# Wade my way through the dark #

# Hoping the one #

# That I've been dreaming of #

# Save me #

# Chase me down to the sun #

# Love faster #

# Than we can run #

# I'll be there soon #

# Oh. #

Looks like our Silver Girl was more

than just silver on the outside.

I found silver paint in both lungs.

So, blunt-force trauma was not

- cause of death.
- No, she asphyxiated.

In silver paint.

Not something you see every day.

No, but this is, at least in this town.

Our girl here liked to party.

Nasal perforations

and irritations in the lung passages

suggest chronic drug use.

And besides the blunt-force
trauma, I found other evidence

of a struggle before she
succumbed to the silver.

There's a linear contusion pattern

over the trapezius here.

Looks like parallel lines.

Yeah, kind of like a barbecue grill.

Whatever it was, it impacted her strongly.

There's also a strange bruising pattern

right here between the lines.

Dug out some glass particles from her elbow.

Might tell us what we're looking at.

Thanks, Doc.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Got an ID on our Silver Girl.

Her prints were in the system.

Ava Montrose, a local with a long sheet.

Numerous burglary and drug arrests.

Next of kin?

Her last known address was
her mother's place in Summerlin.

Her mom is on her way here now.

Sara's going to do the notification.

Mrs. Montrose,

when was the last time you saw your daughter?

I haven't seen Ava for months.

I was always afraid something like this

was going to happen.

Crowds she ran with, places she'd go.

What places would that be?

Places where you... you buy drugs.

Dangerous-looking drug dealer
once showed up at our door,

looking for her.

Did you catch the drug dealer's name?

No, and Ava wouldn't say.

We never had the best relationship.

Why's that?

She resented me.

For taking the place of her father.

After Ruth and he split up.

It's not your fault, Duncan. Truth is,

Ava didn't listen to anybody but Ava.

- Do you have children, Ms. Sidle?
- I don't.

It's not right for a mother
to bury her daughter.

It's not right.

It's not right.

We are gonna find out who did this.

Is there anyone that you can
think of that I should talk to?

- A friend or boyfriend?
- Ava had lots of boyfriends.

Nothing serious.

I-I wish I could help more, but...

Ava, her life, her friends...

She was always a mystery to me.

- Redecorating your mother's house?
- I am, actually.

But that's not why I'm studying
these shades of gray.

The silver covering our
victim's body was indeed paint.

But not just any paint.

Chromic potassium sulfate.

- Chrome?
- Exactly.

It's a new environmentally friendly chrome

that's being used in the
auto-painting industry.

This color is called silver zephyr.

What about the glass shards in her elbow?

They follow a similar road.

The glass is from a car headlamp.

It's made of bisphenal polycarbonate.

And it's suggestive

of a non-sealed beam headlamp.

Now, those were discontinued
by government mandate in 1939.

I'm thinking that Ava Montrose

was in an altercation in
close proximity to a car.

Now, Doc thought that these grill marks

might be from a barbecue,
but perhaps they're from a car.

And not just any car...
a classic car, pre-1939.

Doesn't exactly narrow it down.

Unless, of course, you know
what you're looking for.

That is a beautiful car.

1938 Packard Touring Sedan.

Pushrod straight-6. 130 horsepower.

And a symbol of a dying era.

You know, they went out of
business a couple years later.

So, what? You thinking that Ava Montrose

had a run-in with this car?

Yeah, well, bruising on her back says so.

And I believe that the trauma to her neck

was caused by the famous Packard

"Goddess of Speed" hood ornament.

All right, I buy that.

Can't be that many 1938 Packards in Vegas.

I found two in the DMV.

First one is owned by a collector

who kept it in his garage,

which burned down six months ago.

Scratch Packard number one.

Number two is alive and well,

and owned by an investment
banker named Carlo Derosa.

- What do we know about him?
- He won't return my calls,

so he is either a very busy man
or he may be hiding something.

How much you want to bet this is Derosa?

Maybe.

All right, you know, I say
that we just pay the fines,

and then we can tell the
regulators to shove it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Excuse me, uh, Carlo Derosa?

Hi. I'm Julie Finlay. This is Sara Sidle.

We're with the crime lab.
We need to speak with you.

No, no, no, I'm busy. Just call my office.

I got this.

Oh, oh, I-I'm sorry, did that just happen?

I can't hear you.

Oh, that's better.

What the hell is happening here?

Do you own a 1938 Packard?

Yes, I do. What's it to you?

A woman was killed last night,

and the evidence traces to your car.

What woman?

What-what... what are you talking about?

Ava Montrose. Do you know her?

Oh, my God, uh,

that's my ex-girlfriend.

- Your ex?
- Yeah, yeah. No, we broke up

about a year ago. I haven't seen her since.

Hang on. What happened here?

Where do you keep your Packard?

In the vault.

The vault?

Yeah, that's what I said, the vault.

It's in a warehouse downtown.

My dad was a classic car collector,

and, uh, he built this place
to keep his babies safe.

Somebody forget to pay the power bill?

Nope. No, my dad liked to show his cars off.

His favorite part was the unveiling.

# Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom #

# When the jungle shadows fall,
like the tick, tick, tock... #

Welcome to car heaven.

Wow. They don't make 'em like these anymore.

Is that a '57 Chevy?

You got it. Uh, V-8 engine

and twin barrel... blah, blah, blah, blah.

All I know is that it's old and it's slow.

That's one way to look at it.

Where's the Packard?

Oh, um... yeah, it's getting a touch-up.

It's in the mechanic's bay.

What the hell's going on?

What do you think you're doing, Carlo?

I told you, no buyers.

- No, you need to back up, dude, okay?
- Who are you?

The owner of these cars.

This is my charming brother, Aron.

And you are not the owner.

Neither are you. They're not for sale.

We're not buyers.

- They're cops.
- We're CSIs.

We're investigating a murder.
A woman named Ava Montrose.

Ava?

My ex, Aron.

You remember her.

It's hard to keep track of your bimbo parade.

I-I don't understand. What does
this have to do with the vault?

Hey, Sara. Can you come here a sec?

Hey. You keep an eye on them, please?

Is this our '38 Packard?

Yes, it is.

And there definitely was a struggle.

That ended with a fatal chrome bath.

Oh, check it out.

Couple of drops of chrome.

Kind of looks like they're
heading out the door.

Yeah, maybe carrying our Silver Woman.

Yep, the trail ends right over here.

The only empty parking spot

in the whole place.

Hey, guys, can you join us?

I assume there's usually a car parked here.

Oh, my God, where's the car?

- What car?
- The '76 Cadillac.

The most valuable car in the collection.

God, I can't believe this.

Caddy's gone. Ava's dead.

What the hell happened here?

Yeah, that's what we'd like to know,

along with, what is it about your stolen car

that was worth dying over?

I-I can't believe this is happening.

I mean, who would do this?

Aron, we found no signs of any break-in,

so besides you and your brother,

who else had access to the place?

Uh, just Rubio, our mechanic.

Uh, he's the only other person who would know

- the security code.
- And how well do you know him?

If you're asking if I trust him, absolutely.

He's been with the family for 20 years.

He's not even in the country right now.

- He left for Italy two days ago.
- What about you?

Where were you last night?

I was at my studio, painting.

Landscapes, not women.

And Carlo... where was he last night?

Uh, I was in my office until about midnight.

Anyone with you?

No, I sent my assistant
home around about 10:00.

How long were you dating Ava Montrose?

About a year.

I tried cutting it off
six months into it, but, uh,

she had a hard time letting go.

If you weren't with her last night, then what

was she doing here?

- That is a damn good question.
- Is there any chance

that Ava knew the security code?

We used to come down here a lot.

She could've, I guess,
easily looked over my shoulder

while I was punching it in.

I mean, she did love this place.

She especially loved my dad's old Caddy.

Enough to try and steal it?

Look... Ava was a messed-up kid.

We both partied way too hard back in the day.

I mean, I cleaned up my act.

But Ava did not.

What can you tell me about this car?
'76 Caddy.

Sounds nice, but... what,

exactly, makes it so valuable?

My father was murdered in it.

And that makes it more valuable?

There's a certain crowd of collectors

who pay serious money
for so-called "death cars".

James Dean's Porsche,

Jayne Mansfield's Buick Electra...

I'm sorry, I don't recognize
the name "Derosa".

Your father was famous?

You're not from around here, are you?

No, I'm from Seattle.

My dad was Alfonz Derosa.
Kind of a Vegas legend.

Okay, so you're saying that he was murdered

in the Cadillac?

He was gunned down by a hit man.

October 3, 1989.

Killer worked for Pete Bamonte,
a Chicago loan shark.

I've heard that story, actually.

How much is the Cadillac worth?

Lt'd be close to a million.

And the rest of the collection?

All up, we'd be talking about five.

I gather, from your argument,
that you're ready to sell,

but your brother Aron isn't.

Yeah, we've been battling over what to do

with the collection since,
um... our mom died.

- When was that?
- Two months ago.

According to the will, we both
own equal shares in the cars.

I offered to split the...
the collection in half.

You know, I'd sell mine, he could keep his.

Actually, you know, Aron's the one

who could use the money, but...

Van Gogh won't compromise.

Van Gogh?

Kid's a starving artist.

The worst kind... talentless.

Anyway, he needs to grow up.

Talk about an icon of Vegas history.

Hmm. Didn't you write a book
about Vegas mobsters?

Alfonz Derosa had his own chapter.

What was his story?

Savvy businessman, ruthless killer.

He ran the skim at the
Tangier's counting room.

Guy was known as "The Vise".

I guess he didn't get his
nickname for his woodworking.

It's how he broke his enemies' knees.

- Mmm, they really don't make 'em
like they used to. - Nope.

So tell me about Derosa's murder.

Well, in 1989, The Vise was in a turf war

with, uh, Pete Bamonte,
some hothead from Chicago.

One night, The Vise took
his mistress for a drive

up to a lovers' lane near Mount Charleston.

That was his last ride.

They parked. Romance was in the air.

Then the mood was broken...

and Alfonz Derosa and his mistress were dead.

Some hit man with ties to Bamonte

was eventually convicted for the murder.

Some jailhouse snitch dimed him out.

He eventually died in prison.

And what happened to the sons?
They must've been pretty young.

Their mother raised them.

And as far as anybody can tell,

they didn't follow in their dad's footsteps.

So now one's an investment
banker and one's an artist,

and they hate each other.

And they both have access to this place.

I don't believe a word
either one of them says.

So maybe our witness on wheels can help us.

Looks like we've got blood
on the hood ornament.

That would confirm your theory

that Ava had a run-in with the car.

Got something else. She broke a heel.

I think there's some residue on it.

Got a partial shoe impression.

- Could be a man's loafer.
- Could be.

So Ava breaks her heel

trying to get away.

Killer grabs her near the chrome vat.

Gives her a silver dye job to die for.

Puts the body in the Caddy...

...and drives away.

I know you don't trust the brothers,

but if one of them did it,

why not clean up?

You have a point.

You got something?

Yeah.

It's a promotional magnet.

Cienzo's Pizzeria.

Specks of chrome on it.

Says to me this was here last night.

Maybe the killer dropped it.

Gives us something to sink our teeth into.

Ah! Pizza party.

Thanks for the invite.

All right, I only got a little while here.

- What do you got?
- Mmm. Mmm. - Yeah.

I ran touch DNA on the
security keypad at the vault.

Besides the brothers,
I found a match to Ava Montrose.

Confirms she knew the password.

And suggesting maybe she graduated

from stealing watches to stealing cars.

Is that all you got there, Papa John?

Far from it.

This is a slice of Cienzo's pizza.

Uh, the pizza parlor with
the promotional magnet.

We were just there.

Thin crust. Very New Yorky. Delish.

I don't suppose one of their
employees is our killer?

None of them has a record,
if that's what you're asking.

And none of them collects cars.

However, I did run the
credit cards for the past week

and came across a very interesting customer.

Henry.

What?

The magnets, please.

Right, right.

I'm sorry.

We picked up these exemplar
magnets at the pizzeria.

I think I can use them to explain

what the magnet that Greg found

was doing at the classic car vault.

Allow me to demonstrate.

You're showing me how a magnet works.

Are you looking to get fired today?

Wait for it.

Voila. The magnet sticks

to one side of the fender
but not the other. Why?

Because this part of the
fender has been repaired.

It's made with Bondo automotive filler.

So the magnet didn't stick.

It's a little trick that car appraisers use.

And according to credit card records,

there is a certain Vegas car appraiser

who eats at Cienzo's once a week.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Bixler.

I have a couple of questions

about your car appraisal business.

Whatever you need.

Are you familiar with the
Alfonz Derosa collection?

Intimately. I was, uh,
recently hired by the estate

to appraise their cars, just after Ms. Derosa

- passed away.
- When was that?

- Uh, about two months ago.
- Hmm.

So you haven't been back to the vault since?

No.

I see.

I understand that you're also a regular

at Cienzo's Pizzeria on Flamingo.

Guilty as charged. Uh, is that a crime?

I mean, I know that it's not good for me...

Have you ever used one of their
magnets to appraise a car?

Uh, yes. Uh, yeah, they're quite handy.

Explains why we found one in the vault.

Um, yeah, um, like I said,

- I was there two months ago.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, the pizzeria has
a great special right now.

Large, two toppings for $7.99.

But it just started this week.

And we found this magnet
in Derosa's vault yesterday.

It's the same place where a woman

named Ava Montrose was murdered.

I do not like being lied to.

- Were you there last night?
- No.

I swear, no. I...

Come on, Mr. Bixler.

Uh, but I was there three days ago.

So first it was two months ago,
and now it's three days ago.

Look, I realize I lied to you. I'm sorry.

Um, I have a very good reason.

What's that?

Carlo Derosa.

Uh, he hired me to do an updated appraisal

of a '76 Cadillac.

A very generous one.

He can be most persuasive.

Why did he want a new appraisal?

He wouldn't tell me. I can only assume that

he had a buyer lined up.

Did his brother Aron know about it?

No.

No, if he found out, I'm sure
he would have blocked the sale.

Look, I'm a little scared
telling you all this.

Um...

Uh, you know who

Carlo Derosa's father was?

- Yeah, I know.
- You know,

this whole thing is starting
to look more and more

- like an inside job.
- One that went sideways.

Carlo Derosa wants to
sell his father's Caddy.

His brother gets wind
of the sale and stops him.

Right, so Carlo calls

his morally challenged ex-girlfriend.

But he doesn't want to get his hands dirty,

and he needs an alibi.

So maybe Ava enlists one of
her sketchy friends to help.

Someone with experience in auto theft.

Friend sees the car, gets greedy...

Kills her, takes the car, dumps her body.

Hey.

We need to talk shoes.

Not yours. Just got the result

on the trace we found on Ava's broken heel.

Elements of concrete and titanium oxide.

Now, I've seen this before.

It's a unique road-paving material

they use to eliminate pollution.

It's found on a half-mile
strip of Verdugo Street.

- That's an industrial neighborhood, right?
- Exactly.

And I did some searching.
It's the exact neighborhood

where Ava Montrose just rented
a 20-by-20 storage unit.

That's the perfect size to hide a car.

Busted lock... someone got here before us.

LVPD.

Anybody in here?

Here's our Caddy.

Yeah.

LVPD. Come on out.

Listen to me.

If you don't want to die today,
show yourself slowly.

Let me see some hands.

You're making a mistake.

No, you're the one who's made the mistake.

Aron, you mind telling me what you were doing

in a murdered woman's storage
space with a stolen car?

- It's not what it looks like.
- No?

Well, I'll tell you what it looks like to me.

You recruited Ava Montrose,

your brother's ex,
the one you barely remembered,

to help you steal your daddy's Caddy

before your brother could sell it.

So, what happened?

Uh, Ava... the whacked-out drug addict...

did she try to play you somehow?

You get angry. Things get ugly.

You got it wrong.

About Ava and about me.

I do?

Oh, uh, okay.

Well, e-enlighten me.

I'm not a thief, and I'm not a murderer.

And Ava?

She was an addict,
but she wasn't a whack-job.

She was a beautiful soul.

It sounds like you're the one
that had a thing for her.

She loved me.

- She left Carlo for me.
- Right.

No, that kind of thing happens all the time.

Uh, girl dumps a high-rolling,

Mercedes-driving investment banker for a...

I'm sorry, where do you work?

I manage a copy store.

And there's nothing wrong with that,

but maybe you see my point.

Believe what you want.

I don't give a rat's ass.

All I know is Carlo
is the one who got to her.

He knew exactly how to do it.

- With drugs?
- Carlo's the one

who put Ava up to stealing
the Caddy. I know it.

He's the one who wanted
to sell it. I wouldn't...

It's a great story, Aron,
but it still doesn't explain

why you're the one we found
in that storage locker!

I was trying to get my car back.

I set up a credit card in Ava's name.

Bills came to me, I saw
she rented a storage unit,

I put two and two together...
that's why I was there.

That car means everything to me.

It's the way I remember my father.

Right, because that's where he died.

No.

No, because that's where he really lived.

I used to stay up late drawing.

And Carlo would be asleep.

My dad would come in and grab me,

and... and we'd go for a ride.

Just the two of us.

Will you buy me a car like this
when I'm grown-up, Daddy?

I'll get you 20 of 'em, Aron.

Sky's the limit, kid.

Aron, were you with your father
the night he was murdered?

It was our last ride together.

He, uh, dropped me off at a diner.

Said he'd be back in an hour.

I mean, I know my dad wasn't a saint, but...

he was good to me.

What about Carlo?

They fought.

They were too much alike.

That's how I know he stole it.

Stealing from the house...
he learned that from my dad.

# Well, baby, what I couldn't do #

# With plenty of money and you #

# In spite of the worry
that money brings... #

"Do you want to drive the car
where 'The Vise' was murdered?"

Yeah, not so much.

Well, someone wanted to drive that car.

Where'd you find this?

Carlo Derosa posted it a week ago

on Farringer's car auction Web site.

According to Carlo's bank
records, an anonymous buyer

put down $100,000 on the car.

But we know that brother
Aron stopped the sale.

Yes, but there's no indication
that Carlo returned the deposit.

Suggesting that he hadn't given
up on the idea of selling it.

So, where are we?
We got one brother who's willing

to steal the car to sell it, the other one

willing to steal it to protect it.

So which brother did it?

I don't think it was either one of them.

You remember the shoe impression
we found at the scene?

Yeah.

We compared it to all the
shoes the brothers owned,

and we did not get a match.

Doesn't mean that the
shoes weren't thrown away.

That's true.

But it's also true that we could
be looking for somebody else.

A scorned buyer, perhaps.

Okay, so a buyer's interested in the Mob car,

maybe uses Mob tactics to get it.

Any luck on following the money trail?

No, it all leads to offshore accounts.

And no names.

But I will keep working on it.

How come you know so much about classic cars?

Cute guy in shop class.

No, seriously.

Actually, uh, my brother
owned a '57 Chevy rust bucket.

Left it in the garage
when he went to college.

Totally forgot about it.

And then, when I got a little older,

I needed a way to get to school, so...

You fixed it up.

Took the engine completely apart

and reassembled it piece by piece.

I found it really interesting to see

how it all connected.

Carburetor as crime scene.

Yeah, it's all in the details.

I can't believe this backseat.

You could have a picnic in there.

I think Alfonz and his mistress
were up to more than that.

Talk about a last ride.

I think I may have found something

from our killer's last ride.

Some sort of fiber.

I think I found a chrome flake, too.

Could be from our Silver Woman.

We know this car was used for the body dump.

Maybe she was transported in the trunk.

You look in there yet?

Nope.

Let's check it out.

Oh.

A tarp with chrome paint and blood.

- Confirms that theory.
- Yep.

Ooh, what's that?

A copy of Ken Bixler's appraisal of this car.

Looks like it was printed
from the Farringer Web site.

Well, maybe this printout
will give us a print.

I got a partial.

Not sure if it'll be enough for AFIS, though.

Well, then, let's hope that our

mystery buyer left some epithelials behind.

Find anything?

Hey, Morgan, what do you got?

I just got results on the touch DNA

from the appraisal report.

So who's the buyer of the Cadillac?

Results come back as a female familial match

to Ava Montrose.

And she doesn't have any
sisters or daughters.

That just leaves her mother.

Ruth Montrose.

Ruth Montrose is our buyer.

And if our theory is correct,
she's not just our buyer.

She's our killer.

You must help me get this car.

Don't "must" me, Mother.

This fiasco's all yours, not mine.

Darling, I have borrowed
a lot of money from some

very disreputable men.
If I don't pay them, Lord knows

what's going to happen to me.
Do you understand?

I understand perfectly.

You need me.

I have never asked you for anything.

So you admit to using your own daughter

to help steal a car.

Ava knew how to get into the vault.

It's appalling, I know.

I can't argue with that.

Why did you need to buy the car so badly?

I wasn't the buyer.
I was just an intermediary

for a wealthy gentleman from Dubai.

I met him at a party a month ago.

He loves Mob lore and cars.

I told him that Alfonz Derosa's
death car was for sale.

- And he was interested?
- He was ready to pay two million

when he came back from Dubai.

Double the appraisal,
double the purchase price.

That's not a bad profit.

So, you borrowed the money

from a loan shark to make the deposit.

Yes.

And then that sentimental fool,

Aron Derosa, canceled the sale.

And that's when your problems really started.

What happened to Ava in that vault?

I have no idea.

Yeah, see, I thought
we were getting somewhere.

I wasn't there.

I would never murder my own daughter.

I wish I could believe that, Ms. Montrose.

I've seen a lot over the years.
Nothing surprises me.

Believe what you will.

I think Ava brought
an unsavory friend to help her.

And then something went terribly wrong.

Well, she's not gonna win

mother of the year awards.

But would she kill her own daughter?

You believe her story?

Well, I think there's a pragmatic woman

under all that crazy,

And her daughter's more
valuable alive than dead.

Mmm. Greg wants to know if I feel like

taking a ride back to the past.

Boy, this looks like it could all be part

- of a new edition for your book.
- Could be.

But I also think it relates
to Ava Montrose's murder.

This is Pete Bamonte.

Chicago loan shark and the guy
behind Alfonz Derosa's murder.

Right, he hired the hit man to do it.

When I was researching
the Derosa murder from '89,

I discovered that Bamonte had a son.

Bamonte got divorced,

his wife remarried, and then his son

took his stepfather's
last name, which was Reidel.

Reidel, as in Duncan Reidel?

Ruth Montrose's boyfriend

is Pete Bamonte's son?

I'm saying maybe we have a new suspect,

and maybe Ruth Montrose's
story about a buyer in Dubai

was just a story.

And the real buyer is
a little closer to home.

Okay, so where's our proof?

How are we doing with the, uh,

trace that we got from the Caddy?

Finn's working on it.

Where you headed?

I'm not sure.

So, if you're right and
Duncan Reidel is the killer,

then he must have done restoration work

before he killed Ava.

What do you mean?

Well, I got the results back

from the fiber that we found
on the passenger seat.

Cannabis sativa. Hemp.

It's used for upholstery stuffing.

And the thing I know about classic cars

is they did not use hemp in the carpet

or in the seat lining.

Not in 1976, anyway.

Also, check out the result on the chrome.

It's not chromic potassium sulfate.

It didn't come off the girl.

It must have flaked off the car.

But on what part of the car?

Yeah, that is what I am trying to figure out.

Well, we found both pieces of trace here,

near the passenger seat.

The chrome on the headrest post is flaking.

Someone messed with it. Maybe the killer

swapped out the original headrest

with a new one, reupholstered with hemp.

There's one way to know for sure.

After Alfonz and his mistress were shot,

this entire seat was covered in blood.

When is the last time someone
was shot in the head in a car

and didn't leave any blood on the headrest?

How about never?

So, Ava's killer replaced the headrest.

The question is: why?

The hit man who went to prison

for the murder of Alfonz Derosa

wasn't convicted on evidence.

He was convicted on the word
of a jailhouse snitch.

So you're thinking he was set up?

Yeah, maybe there was a different shooter,

someone closer to the guy
who ordered the hit.

In 1989, Duncan Reidel was 18 years old.

So, Duncan could've been the one

to pull the trigger for his father.

And maybe there was
something in that headrest

- that could've proven it.
- Like a bullet.

- Exactly.
- So let's see if there's something

on this headrest that will
help us make our case today.

Hey. Did you get an ID off the headrest?

Yeah, I did. Not who we expected.

Reidel's off the hook.

So who is it?

You know, it's interesting,

what a car means to different people.

You take this Cadillac.

To Carlo Derosa, it means revenge.

Selling it's a great way
to get back at a father

who cared more about his cars than about him.

Yeah, to Aron Derosa, keeping it

is a way of remembering that father.

To him, the car means love.

Right, we-we were just wondering...

What did it mean to you?

Mr. Bixler?

Um... nothing.

I mean, I mean, not a damn thing.

It was just a part of my job.

Wrong answer, Ken.

Yeah, we-we kind of figured that, to you,

the car means heartbreak.

Heartbreak?

I... What are you talking about?

You see, Ken, we-we found your DNA

on the passenger side headrest.

Well, uh, I inspected that headrest, so...

No, actually, the headrest you
inspected was the old headrest.

The manufactured one.

We're talking about the new headrest.

And that's because you replaced it.

We, uh, recovered the old
headrest in the Dumpster

behind your appraisal office,
and your prints were on that.

We also found an expended bullet
that was a direct match

to a Beretta manufactured in 1980.

Your Beretta.

It's the same gun you fired

last year when you thought

an intruder was breaking into your house.

Remember, the cops were called?

The bullet and the gun

were processed and then put in the system.

And it's also the same gun that was used

to murder Alfonz Derosa.

- Yeah, unfortunately, though...
- The recovered bullets

were too degraded to process.

Right, but in the cops' defense,

they didn't realize that you
fired three shots, not two.

A stray round going into the headrest.

The cops thought it was a professional hit.

They didn't realize it was
just an enraged car salesman

with a shaky hand.

What I don't understand is:
Why'd you feel like you had

to kill him in the first place?
You barely knew the guy.

I wasn't there to kill Alfonz.

I was there to kill Vera.

Vera Scanell.

Alfonz's mistress.

My fianc?e.

What a beautiful wreck she was.

She never cared how much pain she caused me.

The humiliation.

They both got what was coming to them.

I didn't regret it for a second.

Until 30 years later,

when you realized that you
left some evidence behind.

Ken, what about Ava?

How'd she play into this?

I've known her for years.

I was friends with her dealer.

I used to help him launder money.

She came to me about a week ago,

telling me about her mom's
plan to steal the car.

They wanted help getting
it out of the country.

But with the car being sold, you were worried

that the bullet in the
headrest would be discovered

and finally matched to your Beretta.

I had to get it out.

I sent her away.

I sent her away for an hour or so

so I could get my work done.

It's too bad she had to come back.

# Like the drip, drip, drip... #

The vibe in this place
always gets me feeling hot.

Sexy.

Do you want to take a ride?

The hell you doing here?

I got bored. Let's go.

Now.

The car's not ready yet.

I thought you said you were
working on the engine.

What are you up to, Kenny boy?

You got an angle, don't you?

- What is it? I want in.
- Stay out of it, Ava.

Oh.

Now I know it's good.

You want me to stay out of it,
it's gonna cost...

Oh!

I told you to stay the hell out of here!

Come here. Get back!

Come back!

Come here. Come on!

Oh!

Just talked to Carlo Derosa.

He's sending someone over
to pick up the Caddy.

Well, Bixler did confess,

so the car's not evidence anymore.

What about Aron Derosa...
still doesn't want to sell?

Actually, the brothers finally compromised.

They're donating the car to the Mob Museum.

Oh, that sounds like a good place for her.

Still, such a shame that she's
never gonna see the road again.

One last ride?

I thought you'd never ask.

# I want to love you #

# Night and day... #