CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 9, Episode 23 - Hog Heaven - full transcript

[BIKERS CHEERING]

[LAUGHING]

JOEY:
You all right?

Yeah. Ha, ha.

Ready for a good night?

TONYA:
You know I am, baby.

MAN 1:
Hey, Joey.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
LOUDLY ON STEREO]

JOEY:
Watch out, fellas. Watch out.

Hey, Rudy.

How's it going, brother?



Hook us up with two.

RUDY:
Here you go, Joey.

Yo, Death. You wanna shoot?

I'm broke.

I'll spot you, brother.

Ha, ha. Brother.

Joey, check it out.

Talk about easy rider.

Hey, you got a ride like this, man,
you got to stay on it.

I'm going to kick your ass, Hooper.

[SHOUTING AND GRUNTING]

It's all family love here.

Come on, Jackass. Get in there.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]



MAN:
We gotta go.

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

COP 1: Don't move.
COP 2: Freeze.

COP 1:
Let me see your hands. Up.

COP 3:
Let's go, keep it moving.

BRASS: Radio car was
in the neighborhood.

Picked up a 911 call from dispatch.

RAY:
A 911 call for a biker-bar fight?

Did you run the number?

Untraceable cell.

HOOPER:
Yo, pig.

Don't you touch my hog.

BRASS:
Close the door.

RAY:
What do we have, David?

Liver stick's 98. No rigor.
Lividity isn't fixed.

They don't get much fresher.

"Vegas Blasters."

He's flying his colors. That means
he's a sworn member of the gang.

David, would you turn him over
for me, please?

DAVID:
Sure thing.

Whoa. Multiple knife wounds.

Takes a serious blade to cut
through leather like that.

The knife sheath
on his belt's empty.

He was probably trying
to defend himself.

- Do we know who he is?
BRASS: No wallet, no ID,

and apparently,
there were no eyewitnesses.

We have a packed club.

Nobody knows what happened?

When nobody knows nothing,

somebody knows something.

This is my first time
in a biker bar.

Mm. What's that scent?

Beer, urine, sweat, vomit.

Death.

A lot of people think these guys
just run holiday toy drives

and host rallies for kids with cancer.

In a magic act, that would
be called a misdirection.

I'd call this a slaughter.

All this blood, one victim?

I'm thinking it started back there
by the second pool table,

moved up through this blood pool,

where I found the chain,

and ended about here,
where we found the body.

I still can't make any sense
of all these bloody footprints.

We'll compare them to the shoes
of our guys in custody.

Meanwhile, I'll start collecting
blood samples.

The police arrived minutes
after the 911 call,

so the weapon or weapons
may still be here.

I'll check the kitchen.
Good place to ditch a knife.

I wanna go take a look at the bikes
before they go to impound.

Longhorns, nice.

Beautiful.

Beautiful machines.

Okay, thank you.

First time I've ever coveted
physical evidence.

I ran the plates on them,
and they came back matched

to the people we have in custody,
except for this one here.

- The victim's bike?
- Possibly.

R.O.'s come back
a Joseph Niagra.

Do we have a home address?

You're standing in front of it.
But I'll run him through the system.

All these guys have records.

I tell these kids,
"You want to join a gang?

You should join us. We're more
powerful. We got bigger guns

and we got dental."

Sold me.

How's it going here?

Well, every single one of these knives
tested positive for blood.

These are animal,
and these are human.

GREG: You should get these back
to the lab. They need you at PD.

CATHERINE: Tonya, you should
have listened to your mother.

When I was in high school,
there was this guy, Mark.

He had a motorcycle.

Let me guess. Your mom told you
to stay away from him,

but you were Romeo and Juliet,

riding around
on 600 pounds of steel.

- Oh, we had fun.
- Ha-ha-ha.

But I moved on.

In fact, I didn't give bikers
another thought until, years later,

I'm in the ER with a hit-and-run victim.
Guy on a bike.

He was a piece of meat
in search of a pulse.

The entire time I'm processing him,

I never realized it was my Romeo.
He was that beat up.

Final stab wound tally: 24.

Multiple abrasions, hematomas.

This one's got a looping pattern.

Ray said that he found a chain
at the scene.

It's a good way
of slowing somebody down.

Maybe he needed slowing down.

Take a look at the teeth.
This is your mouth on meth.

Joseph Niagra. Same as the R.O.
on the unclaimed bike.

[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

HODGES:
Right hand.

SARA:
Yeah. Next.

- Turn around, please.
- Thank you.

MAN: Yeah, yeah,
I heard you, I heard you.

SARA:
Stop, please.

Okay, would you please
open your mouth, Mr...

- Jackass.
GUARD: Shut up.

SARA: Next.
JACKASS: Get off me.

- It's my name.
WENDY: Okay.

Would you please open your mouth,
Mr. Jackass?

SARA:
Next in line?

Thank you.

Right hand.

There's so much grease
on these paws.

I can't get a clean print.

I work in a body shop.
What do you expect?

Excuse me. All right,
you know what? Could you just--?

Okay, here.

Could you maybe just...

Okay, Badger,
what happened last night?

Did Joey Niagra do something
to piss you off?

What is this,
the biker code of silence?

You're the only member of the gang
who wasn't carrying a weapon.

They're not a gang.

They're just a bunch of guys
that like to ride together.

But you're the only bartender
in South Vegas

who doesn't carry protection.

Heh. Man.

You got to start looking
for a better class of bar.

You're going to be looking
through bars for a long time.

Get him out of here.

And now your boots.

When you're done, the officer
will take you in another room

where he'll collect
the rest of your clothing.

- I ain't stripping.
- I promise you,

jail scrubs are cleaner
and more flattering

than the blood-and-grease-soaked
homicide evidence

- that you're currently wearing.
- Let's go, Jackass.

Tonya Charles? Would you open
your mouth, please?

- Stick it in your own mouth, bitch.
- Hey. Hey.

- You're out of line.
- Bite my out-of-line ass.

- You owe Ms. Simms an apology.
- No, Hodges, it's okay.

Apologize.

[HODGES SHOUTS
AND ALL GASP]

TONYA: Get your hands off.
GUARD: Settle down.

WOMAN: Yeah, girl.
- That was stupid.

- Chivalry is not dead.
- No, but its nose is bleeding.

Hold on a second.

"Property of Joey."
Is it Joey Niagra?

- Victim's bike?
RAY: Yes.

Lots of greasy prints.

Look, I found this iPod.

It's got an AM-FM receiver
and a very interesting playlist.

- What do you got for me?
- Joey Niagra popped up in CODIS.

He was connected
to an open homicide. Dead hooker.

- I guess he was her last trick.
- Definitely.

Sex was postmortem.

Some kind of initiation rite, no doubt.

Kill the hooker,
have sex with the body,

get your colors on your bike.

I'm almost done processing here.

What is that?

Huh.

Well.

"J.N."

- Joey's missing knife.
- He didn't put it there.

It's been wiped clean.

Someone's trying to send us
a message.

Yeah. Shove it.

ECKLIE: Jim.
- Yeah, what's up?

Got an alert from Records Bureau
you ran prints on Joey Niagra.

- An alert?
- Yeah.

His real name's Jack Nettles.
Vice recruited him two years ago

from Indianapolis
for an undercover job.

So, what's going on?

The Vegas Blasters homicide,
he's the victim.

What kind of cop
is a tweaking necrophiliac?

It's tough giving this kind of news
to the wife of a victim.

ECKLIE:
I'll try to spare her too many details.

Well...

- Rita.
- What are you--?

Mrs. Nettles, I'm Conrad Ecklie,
Las Vegas Undersheriff.

Uh, please come in.

I'm sorry to have to
inform you that, uh,

- your husband--
- No. Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, no.

[RITA SOBBING]

Your husband was killed
during an undercover operation.

Captain Brass is in charge
of the murder investigation.

I'm very sorry for your loss, ma'am.

My loss?

This.

This is who I lost

over six months ago
when he turned into someone

I didn't recognize anymore.

Jim, when did it happen?

Last night. It happened last night.

I tried to see his captain last night.

He's gotta help me. He's got to get
my husband out of that gang.

- Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.
- I need his help.

Captain Collins is not available.

- Wha--?
- Take a seat.

You've had a few too many.
I'll have an officer drive you home.

Okay?

I'm sorry. I have to-- I--

You gonna tell me
how you know her?

No.

According to DNA, none of this blood
over here is the vic's.

This is from the biker
named Hooper

and this is from Jackass.

This could be from a fight
unrelated to the murder.

Okay, well, I'm all set up here,
so let's try to confirm

that those prints are from our victim.

It looks like he was trying
to get away,

but we still don't know
who tried to kill him.

Or how they found out
he was a cop.

TONYA:
Back off.

See if you like being strip-searched
as much as shooting off your mouth.

Good work, Willows.
Ever work undercover?

We can always use
another tough bitch.

Okay. So with you on the inside,
when they threw women at Nettles,

he could always say that
he didn't cheat on his old lady, right?

- Except for dead hookers, right?
- Joey--

Jack had to do that.

Had to be trusted enough
to become a member.

Well, something happened
to that trust.

Jack was trying to learn
who the guy at the top is.

The guy calling the shots in the
drug racket and the murders for hire.

Only a couple in the inner circle know
his real identity.

They don't use his real name.
He goes by Scratch.

All right,
so, what happened last night?

We're in the clubhouse
after an all-day ride.

Couple of fights, nothing unusual.

Then the bartender takes a phone call.
Like that, atmosphere changes.

It's real tense.

[RUDY WHISTLES]

My guess: it's Scratch calling.

Then, one of the hangers,
guy who's not a member yet,

he takes all the old ladies
and the rest of the hangers

and he takes us all outside.

MAN:
Members only. Outside.

- What time?
- About 10:00, minute or two after.

I'm cold. I gotta pee.

Find a bush.

[SHOUTING AND GRUNTING
NEARBY]

[GASPING]

They just killed a guy
inside the Blasters' clubhouse.

Rancho Destino, south of Barston.

Hurry. Hurry.

What are you looking at?

Anybody see you make that call?

I don't think so.

According to Vice,
Nettles' last report said

there's a truckload of cocaine
coming in from Mexico.

Yeah, only the west side bike gang
Righteous Dogs got wind of it.

It's gonna be a war.

Do you know where
this shipment is gonna take place?

No-- I-- I'll find out.

No, you won't, because Ecklie
took you off the detail.

What?

No. No.

- No way in hell, man.
BRASS: Hey.

Hey. Hey. What are you on?

What do you think?

You picked me up partying
with bikers.

Calm down. Calm down.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to get Ecklie in here
so I can tell him I ain't quitting.

I'm not letting Jack die in vain.

COD was exsanguination.

Found significant amount
of internal hemorrhage

to the lung and pleural cavity
from stabs to the liver and mesentery.

So he was alive and his heart
was beating the entire time?

Until it was lacerated.

It's one of the final injuries,
along with this one.

Stab wound to the left temple
about, oh, 2-inches deep.

RAY:
Quite a lot of stab marks.

We need to compare these
with the weapons we've collected.

I'll cut them all out
and send them upstairs.

- Twenty-three stab wounds.
- Twenty-four.

I was thinking of Julius Caesar.

Ah, history's first recorded autopsy.

Doctor named Antistius
did the honors, if I recall.

On the body of a man betrayed
by those he knew well.

The blood on the knife that you found
in the motorcycle seat was the victim's.

And I was able to match that knife
to two of his wounds:

the stab to the sternum
and the left temple.

What about the other knives?

Double-edged, serrated,
smooth blade,

none of which was a match
to the tool marks on the body.

And none of the blood on those knives
came back to the victim.

But I did get two CODIS hits
from the knives that Hodges collected.

These guys were both members
of the Righteous Dogs.

Their body parts were found scattered
across two miles of the Mojave.

Probably carved them up
in the kitchen.

The Blasters and the Dogs
are rival gangs.

There's been a war over drug turf
escalating over the last year.

We still only have one of the knives
used to kill Nettles.

There had to be others.

All right, the police arrived one minute,
just one minute, after the 911 call.

Those other knives
couldn't have gone very far.

No. I appreciate that, Conrad, I do,

but there's no need for me
to recuse myself, really.

No.

If the situation changes, yeah, I'll, uh--
I'll let you know. Okay?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I gotta go. Thank you.

- Rita.
- Hi.

Hi.

Can I come in?

- Oh, sure.
- I hope this is okay.

No. It's fine.

Uh, they asked me to come down
about some paperwork.

- Come on in. Please.
- I hope this is okay.

Come in. Sit down.
Sit down. Please, sit down.

Can I get you anything?
Do you want anything at all?

A shoulder?

- Oh, Rita.
- No. I know. I know.

This isn't the place for that.
I'm sorry. I just--

That's not it. That's not it.

Why didn't you ever tell me
that you were a cop?

What? I didn't? I-- I thought...

No, I guess not. I...

I told you that I was married.

Uh, kind of. Let's not, um...

We don't really have to talk about that
now. That's not important, all right?

No, I want-- I want to ex--
Explain to you. I...

You don't have to explain
anything to me.

I was calling his captain every day
because weeks are going by,

and I'm not hearing from Jack.

I woke up once
in the middle of the night.

He had snuck in, and he was stealing
some money out of my purse.

He was on drugs or something.
I don't know.

He started hitting me.

And I was-- I was pulling at his shirt,

trying to get him to stop it, and I...

- I see the name Tonya.
- Yeah.

Tattooed on his chest.

How could he ever
be my husband again

after he'd had another woman's name
burned into his skin like that? I...

- Rita.
- I didn't tell you the truth,

- because I was afraid.
- I'm sorry.

Because I, uh... I handled it badly.

I was not very graceful
in that breakup.

Ahem. Jim?

- I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- Yeah. No. What? What's up?

Said you wanted to know
when Tonya Charles is released.

Right.

Rita?

Yeah?

We are doing everything we can
to find the killer of your husband.

You lost?

I don't think so.

- Where's your car?
- I'm working a theory.

Now, there are
multiple murder weapons.

We only have one.

I checked the perimeter again.
They're not here.

All right.

First responding said
that a couple of bikers got away

just as they showed up.

Okay. Yeah, maybe they took
the knives with them.

All right, I'm one of them.
I know the police are rolling.

I don't want to get picked up
carrying the weapon.

I'm going to ditch them
quickly as possible.

Right. But you know, you can use
your department vehicle

to look for that stuff.

You want to catch a rat,
you move like a rat.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, responding units came in
from the east and the west.

All right, south of here is residential.
Too many eyes, too many ears.

I'll start looking north.

Good luck.

[ENGINE REVS]

[METAL JINGLING]

All the knives I found match
tool marks on the victim's body.

And the prints we lifted
match five of the bikers

we have in custody,
but none of them are talking.

If we don't find evidence on the rest
the D.A.'s gonna start releasing them.

- I'm on it.
- Thanks.

You paged me?

Yeah. I got the call records
from that phone at the bar.

There was an incoming call
at 10:02 p.m.

Okay, well, that's consistent with
the undercover officer's statement.

Where did it originate?

Looks like it was from a pay phone.

The call to the bar came
from our police department?

Was Nettles dimed out
by another cop?

They're checking surveillance footage
from the time of that call.

Jim, I've heard you got a potential
conflict of interest in this case.

No, I don't.

Okay, what do you got?

Have a clean shot of the caller.

All right, let's run it.

That's Rita.

I'd say you got a conflict now.

I don't know why I'm here.
I didn't kill Jack.

Tell me about your call
to the Blasters' clubhouse.

- How did you get that number?
- Jack gave it to me.

In case of emergencies,

I'm supposed to call
and ask for Joey Niagra,

- and say that I'm his mother.
- That's what you're doing

- in the photo?
- Yes.

Why did you use the phone here?

So that we'd think a cop made
the call?

- No.
- What did you say?

I asked for Jack. I-- For Joey.
I-- I just wanted to hear his voice.

ECKLIE:
No. No.

You told them he was a cop. Right?

- No.
- You admitted you'd already lost him.

If you got a divorce,
you'd end up with a pile of debt,

and a house
worth less than the mortgage. Right?

- What are you doing?
- With one phone call,

you got his death benefit
and his pension.

That's not true.

[SIGHS]

Tonya managed to get word
back to Vice.

The cocaine shipment's
in from Mexico.

- Where?
- She doesn't know.

Wherever Scratch told
them to drop it off.

We gotta find out who Scratch is.
He'll lead us to the drugs.

In the meantime, Righteous Dogs
are cruising the streets.

We need to find that coke
before they do.

Looks like they released
some more of the old ladies.

Yep.

There goes the victim's girlfriend.

This is Charlie-oh-five-Stokes. I'm at
Rancho Destino south of Barston.

One of our UC vehicles just exploded
with a UC officer inside the vehicle.

Send fire and paramedics. I repeat:
UC officer was inside the vehicle.

Looks like the incendiary device
detonated fast and big.

Red paper, wax-coated.
This is dynamite.

They must've known
Tonya was undercover.

And from the moment the cops
responded to the 911 call,

we had this lot
and the street under control.

This bomb's too sophisticated.

Must've been planted
before Nettles was killed.

Whether or not they
knew Nettles was a cop,

they were on to Tonya.

And the order had to have come
from the head guy, Scratch.

Makes sense. That's the guy
she was after.

I'll head back with the body.

CATHERINE:
According to the blood evidence,

the fight started here at the bar
and moved forward.

Probably the first injury came
from the tire chain to Nettles' left knee.

I'm Nettles. I see what's going down
and I make a run to go out the back.

And I'm Smitty. My prints were on
the chain that was collected here.

I hit his left knee.

Nettles was facing in this direction.

So now you're down.
But you still have a weapon: your knife.

I think he was reaching for it
when Jackass got in on the fight.

Hodges, you're Jackass.

And don't I know it.

All right, your knife matches cuts on
Nettles' right arm.

Okay, so I'm over him.

All right, that cast off over there could
have been from the repeated stabbing

of an area that bleeds heavily,

such as the two clavicle wounds
that match Hooper's knife.

All right, in order for Hooper
to reach the clavicle,

I'll have to get down
on my right knee.

And at this point, his right arm
is pretty much useless.

So he pulls himself
with his left hand.

But they didn't stop.

Judge Death here stabbed him
in the kidneys.

[GROANING]

And then he somehow managed
to try to get to the front door.

And they let him because they knew
he wasn't going to get very far.

And then they use
Nettles' own knife on him.

But I think it was the stab to his temple
that finally stopped him.

And that's how we found him, and that
proves a bar fight, but not a setup.

You're right.

We know that Rita Nettles
called here at 10:02 p.m.,

and the fight started right after that.

It's unlikely that they would kill
a member of their own gang

or a cop without direct orders
from Scratch.

So either Scratch was here,

or whoever took the call
contacted Scratch.

But there weren't any
outgoing calls after 10:00

on any of the bikers' cell
phones or the bar phone.

Wait a second.

There's a bug in here.

There was nothing in Nettles'
case notes that mentioned one.

Nettles' iPod had a radio receiver.
If he was able to install a transmitter...

RITA: [ON RECORDING]
Let me talk to Joey.

RUDY: He's with his old lady.
RITA: Tonya, is that her name, huh?

Well, how young is she?

She's real young?

He's a cop. You know that?

A cop.

- His name is not Joey.
RUDY: Hey, who is this?

RITA:
I'm his wife.

- Okay, all right, all right.
- Jim.

Vice sent over
another surveillance wiretap

where a man identified
as Scratch was recorded.

I was able to grab enough
to make a comparison.

RUDY:
Hey, who is this?

SCRATCH:
Yo, what is this?

RUDY: Hey, who is this?
SCRATCH: Yo, what is this?

So Scratch is the bartender.

REPAIRMAN:
Nice chopper.

If this paint is scratched,
you got a problem.

They all just left.

ARCHIE:
I've got them.

They're moving east
on Sunset Road.

Just turned south onto Hasbrook.

They're stopping behind
an industrial building.

Number 2106.

BIKER:
It's Kenny.

[CHUCKLES]

Sorry, Scratch.

Dogs found it first.

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]

Las Vegas Police.

[GUNS COCKING]

OFFICER:
Put your hands above your head.

Las Vegas Police.

Put your hands up.

Put your hands
where I can see them.

Stop.

BIKER:
I'm not moving. I'm not moving.

Hey, don't hate me, man.

[CHUCKLES]

That bitch cop was easy to make.

And your boy Joey
should've took care of his wife.

Shut up.

I know this is your favorite way
of wrapping up a tough case.

Little scotch, little talk.

Feel like talking?

All right, then.