CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 9, Episode 8 - Young Man with a Horn - full transcript

"Smoke Gets in Your Eyes"
The Platters

* They asked me how I knew *

* My true love was true *

* I, of course, replied *

* Something here inside *

* Cannot be denied *

* They said some day you'll find *

Stop! Stop! You're killing me!

Are you freaking deaf? I
said stop! Kill the playback!

Look, this might win second
prize at the talent contest

at Spiro Agnew High School
in Bad Limp, Arkansas.



Hey, Drew. It's not my kid's fault.

Who let Daddy Dearest on the stage?

I gave specific orders...

Everybody's moving around like
there's nothing important going on!

How about a little respect, okay?

Except for your kid
doesn't deserve respect.

Lazy little prima donna.

Maybe you should sit with the losers.

Let me try it again.

- You don't care.
- I do so care.

This isn't a game to me,
all right? I'm a good singer.

It's all I ever wanted to do,
and you have no right to...

There! That passion.

That's what I want to see when you sing.



Now, let's do it again.

And watch your pitch, baby. Too
early in the day to be that flat.

I know I wasn't flat.

- Hang in there.
- Oh, yes, you were.

The name of this show
is Overnight Sensation.

For God sakes, show me
something sensational!

Playback!

- * When your heart's on fire *
- Flat! Pitch, baby, pitch!

* You must realize *

* Smoke gets in your eyes...*

Pitch!

I can't take this!

You tell us to feel everything,
but you don't feel anything.

I can't... I can't do this.

Layla.

- What? Rehearsal's not over.
- Layla!

Layla, wait!

Playback!

* They asked me how I knew *

* My true love was true *

Liver temp puts T.O.D.between
2:00 and 4:00 a.m.

She was Lindsey's favorite on the show.

We voted for her six times last week.

They make it to Vegas for the finals.

Every kid watching wants
to be them. It just...

It shouldn't end like this.

Glamorous makeup.

Fancy lingerie.

Sex fetish that went too far?

Perverted idol worship?

Wholesome all-American girl.

Did you do an SAE kit?

Not yet.

She may have gotten
what she wished for--

she's an overnight sensation now.

C.S.I. Season 09 Episode 08
Young Man with a Horn

It's part of the gruesome
perversity of this business

that the ratings will be through
the roof on our final show.

So, as a tribute to Layla, let's
do what she'd want us to do.

Let's make it our best show ever, okay?

Rehearsal!

Excuse me?

- You're Drew Rich, the producer?
- Who are you?

I'm Detective Jim
Brass, Las Vegas Police.

We're trying to confirm the
whereabouts of Layla Wells last night.

Can you help us?

She left rehearsal
last night around 7:00.

Went back to her room, as far as I know.

Chaperone says she called at
midnight, said she was going to bed.

Where's the chaperone?

Fired her this morning. Obviously,
she wasn't doing her job.

Okay.

Layla's an emancipated minor, but her
chaperone's supposed to be looking out for her,

not pumping per diem into
a slot machine all night.

This means you won,
Kip. You're the champion.

No, he's not. Ajaya!

Last one voted off.
You're back on against Kip.

We're gonna need contact
information from Miss Wells's family.

Michelle can get it to you.

Now, I have a show to produce.

Call editing.

I want a DVD of every frame we
have on Layla on my desk, one hour.

Okay.

If this was a killer that fetishized
her, why not just dump the body?

Why bother to wrap her up?

To conceal the body during
transport from the primary.

It's consistent with those
knots being tied into a handle.

You know, the looping here
looks like a reef knot.

Might be looking for somebody
with some sailing experience.

Rancho Linen Service.

They deliver to every
hotel on the Strip.

Been around since Bugsy Siegel's days.

Which is probably the last
time this tablecloth was washed.

These discolorations suggest that this
has been on somebody's table a long time.

What was Layla doing here?

She had a great room at the Palermo,
people waiting on her day and night.

You ever been in one of those suites?

Just to get evidence.

I sure wouldn't leave there
for... whatever this is.

Couple of blood drops.

There's no trail.

Probably dripped through the cloth.

These wheel tracks are 11 inches apart.

It couldn't have been a grocery cart.

The front wheels are
narrower than the back,

so it would've left two
different sets of tracks.

Something tells me a guy pushing any kind of
cart in this area wouldn't be that unusual.

That blunt-force trauma just below the
rib cage is your C.O.D.Lacerated the liver.

Hangs lower when the body's upright.

Since no ribs were impacted, she
was standing when the blow occurred.

Death would have
occurred fairly quickly.

Any indication of sexual assault?

No.However, when I was
doing the internal exam,

I found an embryo implanted
in the uterine wall,

maybe 20 millimeters long.

She was pregnant.

About eight weeks. I
sent cord tissue to DNA.

So maybe this isn't just a
case of negligent chaperone.

Maybe it's motive.

- Got a reading?
- Yeah.

So, the Lock Interrogator says that Layla last
used her key card to enter her room at 7:12 p.m.

That's right after she
walked out of rehearsal.

Now, according to the hotel phone
records, she made two calls--

one to Drew Rich's room around 7:34 p.m.

Probably to apologize.

And the other one to her chaperone
to say good night around midnight.

Went to voice mail.

Casino surveillance says that the chaperone
stayed up all night trying to win a progressive.

From about 8:00 on, she was
looking up abortion clinics.

It looks like she had a change of heart;
started checking out adoption agencies.

Sounds like a confused kid.

Kip and Layla in Love??

Well, it looks like they're a
cute couple, I'll give you that,

but what I don't get is why
anybody wants to watch that show--

I don't. It's a talent contest?

It's more like a humiliation ritual.

Well, you'd know about that.

All right. So, you want to know why
that kid Ajaya with the fluffy hair,

sings like a hinge, why
he got into the semifinals?

Me and 10,000 other guys vote for
him every week on the Internet.

But if you don't watch,
how do you know about him?

Oh, you know, water cooler talk, gossip.

Right. Well...

here's something the gossips don't have.

Okay, there's the humiliator.

Layla left the Palermo,
too, just after midnight.

Two minutes later...

Kip follows.

It must've been pretty hard for you
and Layla to find some time together.

You know, can't get your mojo
workin' when Daddy's lurkin'.

So what did you do?You waited
till midnight, Dad's asleep,

and you take separate
elevators down... then what?

Layla was found in a
pretty tough neighborhood.

What were you doing over
there, scoring drugs?

He doesn't do drugs.

Or maybe it was to get
a back-alley abortion.

What?

Layla was eight weeks
pregnant-- am I right?

And who's the daddy? You?

The hell it was.

I'm not talking to you. Kip...

Just shut up. Just... shut up.

We're going to need a DNA sample.

No way. You're done abusing my kid.

And so are you. Sit down.
Take him out in the hall.

- You can't do this.
- Dad...

Hey, check it out.

I've got you and Kip returning to the
hotel after the time of the murder.

You're like a team, right?

You're in it together, 50-50.

You know, the contest, the
career, and future earnings.

It's a lot of money.

And that's what this is
about, right? The money?

30 million people tune in to
hear my kid sing every week.

How many people want to watch you?

So you're on the road four months?

How'd you work that out with your job?

I took a leave of absence.

Come on, sailor, you abandoned ship.

You quit your job, got a
second mortgage on your house.

If Kip screws up, you're wiped out, so I
can understand how you'd cover up for him,

and maybe you're even desperate
enough to kill her yourself.

So I ran that fetal cord tissue
that Doc Robbins sent over.

I subtracted out the mother's profile, leaving
what has to be the father's contribution,

and it didn't match the
sample from Kip Westerman.

So he's not the father of Layla's baby.

No, but then I ran those
alleles through CODIS and...

I got a hit.

Marvin Fleck.

In the system from charges
in North Carolina in 2002.

Do you recognize Marvin?

Drew Rich?

Yeah, he had sex with a
minor-- she was 15 years old--

but then she changed her story,
so the charges were dropped.

Want to bet he paid her off?

Talent and ambition ran
in Layla Wells's family.

Her grandmother Jasmine
was a Las Vegas showgirl

who gave Layla her first
figure-skating classes.

Sadly, Layla's grandmother didn't
live to see her come so close

to becoming America's
next Overnight Sensation.

My mama didn't approve of show business.

We were always fighting about it,
so I went to live with my grandma.

Trim the ice ballet, give me some
more shots where she's crying.

We need to see some more emotion, man.

- Mr. Rich.
- Later.

Marvin.

I left rehearsal around 7:15.

I went back to my room alone.

I needed some time to think.

Is thinking what got Layla pregnant?

These kids might seem like
innocents, but they're not.

They are first-class manipulators with
the survival instincts of a coyote.

I told Layla I'd pay for
an abortion, and she agreed,

as long as she won the competition.

I don't like being blackmailed.

Sounds like motive.

Doesn't mean I killed her.

We know you left the
Palermo around midnight.

About 20 minutes later, your credit
card was used at the Blue Madonna Motel.

I wasn't with Layla.

Her body was found
three blocks from there.

You beat rape charges once.

Maybe you thought you wouldn't
be so lucky a second time.

This is ridiculous. Look...
I was with a hooker. All right?

Layla was pregnant with your
child. That's statutory rape.

Age of consent in Nevada is 16.

No, have your lawyer
look at the statute again.

There's an exception when a person is in
a position of authority with a teenager--

like "executive producer."
Come on, let's go.

Spermaceti.

An oil found in the
heads of sperm whales.

Mm-hmm, and when it
cools, it becomes a wax.

The lipstick that the dead girl was
wearing had a spermaceti wax base.

There's been a ban on
sperm whaling for 20 years.

Yeah, which means that
the lipstick is very old.

You know, spermaceti is not the
weirdest thing found in lipstick.

The ancient Greeks made theirs out of
saliva, sheep sweat, and crocodile excrement.

Did any of the makeup in her
hotel room contain spermaceti?

No, but there were intriguingly analogous
results from, believe it or not...

the tablecloth. Take a look.

Asbestos?

Specific type of
asbestos called amocite.

Its particles are bound together
by vermiculite and cellulose,

a combination found
in spray-on ceilings.

That type of ceiling material
hasn't been used in 20 or 30 years.

You know, it's as if your victim found
a hole in the time-space continuum

and was murdered decades ago.

Brilliant theory, Dave. Thanks.

Thank you.

So this was the Strip 50 years ago.

The Vegas my dad came to.

Now, any one of the big hotels has
more rooms than all these put together.

Nearly all the old casinos that Rancho
Linen serviced have been torn down.

Except for this one, on the west side.

Where Layla's body was found.

Le Chteau Rouge.

Man, last time I was this deep in the
hood, I was on a case with Warrick.

Got some track marks here.

11 inches apart.

Same as the other ones I found.

Layla was wearing a pink sweater
when she left the Palermo.

We have a crime scene.
No warrant needed.

If Layla did get inside,
somebody locked up after her.

It's like someone yelled "fire"
50 years ago, and nobody came back.

Yeah. You can still feel it in the air.

Legends walked here.

Louis Armstrong, Nat "King"
Cole, Dinah Washington.

First integrated casino in town.

Place was smoking so hot every
night, they added a 2:30 a.m.show.

Sinatra, the
Rat Pack--

all the white headliners and
tourists came down from the Strip.

Place was swinging till dawn.

Then, six months after it opened,
the joint closed overnight.

How come?

Rumor has it the Kansas City Mob didn't like
the East Coast boys poaching their pigeons.

Back then, there were only eight
or nine casinos on the Strip.

700 or 800 people were here
instead of there, well, do the math.

This cart can match the tracks I found.

Rancho Linen Service.

Hey give me some light
over here, will you?

That's the only table
without a tablecloth.

We've got blood.

Better call P.D., track down
the owner of the building.

It's time to reopen Le Chteau Rouge.

- Whose car is that, man?
- Building owner.

Chteau Rouge, man.

My parents came here.
They still talk about it.

Good evening. My name's Gil
Grissom. I'm with the Crime Lab.

Well, I hope your people are
taking care with my property.

I understand it has quite a history.

You're too young to remember.

I've heard stories.

Wasn't there a night
when Sammy Davis sang,

and the only way they'd let him off the stage
was if he took the whole crowd to breakfast?

More than once. Come
on in. Have a drink.

Thank you, but I'm working.

Well, then you can watch me drink.

In Rome, they illuminate
the ruins every night.

The Italians see beauty
in what... what used to be.

It's been 50 years since
I've seen lights on the Rouge.

She walks in beauty, like the night.

My husband, Jules Rosenthal, built this.

Do you know it was the first casino where
blacks weren't turned away at the door?

Your husband was a brave man.

Oh, he liked making money.

He gave it the best of everything.

The decor, the food, the music.

It was exciting. Magical, really.

As long as it lasted.

But it died with him.

I haven't been inside since...

since he was murdered there.

Why didn't you sell the property?

There's no such thing as
sentiment in Las Vegas.

They would have torn it down, and I...

I couldn't, I couldn't bear that.

Would you like to go in now?

You can only wake up once from a dream.

Wow, you know I have a
glitter fetish, don't you?

Lots of recent activity over here.

Jasmine.

Wasn't Layla's
grandmother's name Jasmine?

I think so, yeah.

I think that Layla was trying
to connect with her roots.

I think I got a bullet in the floor.

Impact blew the dust
back, so it must be recent.

Got something else that
wasn't here 50 years ago.

Cell phone.

It's Layla's.

That explains why we didn't
find one on her or in her room.

Last function was "video camera."

Hey, Greg. Check this out.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Layla
Wells will now be singing for you.

* Here I go again I hear
the trumpets blow again *

That costume's in the dressing room.

Looks like Kip's working the
flashlight and the camera.

Surprised by the sax man?

So he kills her, wraps her up,
pulls her body out of here on a cart,

comes back, puts the cart back.

Puts the costume back.

Put everything back the
way it was 50 years ago.

Sir...

You're in custody at
Desert Palm Hospital.

You're being treated for
dehydration and malnutrition.

Could you tell us your name, please?

Don't matter.

How long have you lived
at the Chteau Rouge?

Everybody wants a piece of you.

Drew and, and... managers and fans.

But... But Layla and me, we just...

we just gave to each other.She, uh,

I looked out for her. I cared about her.

I, I tried to make her feel... safe.

Nobody else loved her. Not like me.

Nobody.

I, uh... I found out online
about where her grandma danced.

I thought it'd be a cool
surprise to take her.

Didn't you read that part where
it says, Don't go in after dark?

I just wanted to get a picture of her in front
of the place and get back in the cab, but she...

she was, like, insane to get in
there. She pulled apart a fence.

She found some door that wasn't locked.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Layla
Wells will now sing for you.

She was so beautiful.

We were making sweet music.

Sweet music.

He was jealous.

Came at me. Shoved her.

So you ran away not knowing
if Layla was dead or alive?

I looked for her for hours.

All around that place, and up and down every
street in that neighborhood for blocks, but...

she wasn't anywhere.

Guess she was still inside. With him.

A young girl is dead.

I did it.

You got me.

Inspired by Harlem's famed Cotton Club,

New York restaurateur Jules
Rosenthal created Le Ch teau Rouge.

The casino flourished
until tragedy struck.

Former Sheriff Claude
Montgomery recalls what happened.

Mrs. Rosenthal said she thought she heard
a ruckus in the musicians' dressing room.

She went in there,
found her husband, shot.

There were rumors it was a Mob hit.

That's a good story, but no.

He was killed by one of his employees.

A musician-- a guy named
Melchior Wilson, a drug addict.

Took the money and ran.

Found his prints all over the wallet.

Confessed to the whole thing.

you actually found a file this old
that rodents hadn't nested in, huh?

Yeah.

The guy they arrested
evidently died in prison.

Melchior Wilson. Tenor saxophone player.

Yeah, the old guy we
caught had a . 32 Long Colt.

Nick ran it through IBIS.

Matched it to the bullet
from the Rosenthal homicide.

Maybe Melchior Wilson
ditched the gun at the Rouge,

and our squatter discovered
it 50 years later.

You know what we need?

Exemplar wallets made from reptile skin.

Somewhere a swamp is in mourning.

Lizard, snake...

Alligator.

In the 1958 case, Sheriff Montgomery
lifted a print from an alligator wallet.

He matched it to a print from
a suspect named Melchior Wilson.

That's the lift card from his file.

That's a nice, clean
print. No serious flaws.

Compare it to this one.

Well, the one you just lifted
has voids from the alligator skin.

The old one doesn't.

That print was never on that wallet.

Melchior Wilson was a
musician Ch teau Rouge.

His prints could have been
lifted from anywhere in that room.

I think he was framed.

Hey, Grissom.

Where on earth have you been, stranger?

Hey, Nicole.

- Hey, look who's here.
- Hello, fellas.

Well, I'll be damned.

You're two years late.
George, deal him in.

- Feeling lucky?
- No, I can't, Sheriff, I'm working.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping to talk to you actually.

About the Ch teau Rouge.

One hand, you win, I'll talk.

$500 will buy you in.

Big blind's $20.

Chateau Rouge...

When I was playing the
lounge at the Dunes,

I used to make that my
last stop on the way home.

Lived on the west side, then, huh?

Yeah, Sheriff, you know. We had to.

Vegas was known as
"Mississippi of the West."

Pearl Bailey, Nat King Cole, Sammy
Davis, Lena Horne, the Mills Brothers--

I booked them all into
the big rooms on the Strip.

But they could not stay in the hotels.

They couldn't even
gamble in the casinos.

As a matter of fact, they came
in and out through the kitchen.

You remember beautiful
Dorothy Dandridge?

There was something about her going
in for a swim at one of the hotels.

They drained the whole damn pool.

- Sheriff, it's up to you.
- Twenty.

- I'm gone.
- Grissom?

The women at the
Ch teau Rouge--

They had such tiny waists.

And cakes, too.

Ponytails was the big thing then.

They all had cute little ponytails.

Lord have mercy.

And the flop. Check.

No $20?

Raise to $50.

Matter of fact, when they whacked Jules
Rosenthal, they shuttered that place so fast,

they paid the stagehands in sugar bags full
of quarters and nickels, and they were gone.

Melchior Wilson's arrest must have set a speed
record for closing a homicide, huh, Sheriff?

Those were the days.

Turns a five.

I fold.

- Sheriff?
- Twenty.

You in or out?

Check.

Twenty.

You haven't raised once.

Either the county's still not paying
you enough, or you're bluffing.

All in.

Call.

Now is when you show your hand, Sheriff.

Dead man's hand--
aces and eights.

A straight.

Hell...

I used to be able to bluff better.

Wilson signed a confession.

Yeah.

But they say some of you guys used to
drive suspects out into the dessert,

show them a hole in the ground, give them a
choice to sign a confession or get in the hole.

We got a good, clean print.

The file says that you lifted the
print from Rosenthal's alligator wallet.

Now I examined it.

Alligator skin would've left voids.

You know, in the old days, the criminals were
afraid of us, now it's the other way around.

Does he look familiar to you?

He's been squatting
at the Ch teau Rouge.

Now, I ran his prints against the unidentifieds
that you lifted from the scene in '58.

This man was all over the place.

With all the crime that's
going on in Vegas these days,

you got time to poke
around in my old cases.

Good to see you, son.
Thanks for the drink.

And we know Drew Rich didn't do it...

his alibi checks out.

Apparently, he's a big
spender on the hookers.

So, how did Layla get
punched in the gut?

She came out of the dressing
room, sang for Kip on the stage.

Then the old man came out
from somewhere behind you.

To the left.

Layla screamed and ran this direction.

Then Kip dropped the flashlight, so she
probably couldn't see where she was going.

Matches her costume.

I think she ran into this.

It does match her bruises.

* About to beat the band...*

Her death was an accident?

Why did the old man confess to it?

Why won't he tell us who he is?

What you doing?

These are from the souvenir
program you collected.

We still don't have
an I.D.on the suspect.

But I'm thinking, given his age,
and the fact that he plays the sax--

maybe he worked there back in the day.

Melchior Wilson died in prison.

Which leaves these two-- Harry
Bastille and Stanley Brown.

We don't have anything on
either of these guys after '58.

No recordings, no
credits, no death records.

Well, hello, Harry.

Mr. Bastille, we know
you didn't kill the girl.

But why did you move her body?

Why didn't you call for help?

Didn't want anybody coming in my space.

Wanted to spend my time in the
last place I was ever happy.

We were all like a family back there.

A beautiful moment in time.

Right this way, please.

Thank you for coming, Mrs. Rosenthal.

Is the name Harry
Bastille familiar to you?

There was a musician...

Would you take a look at the man in this room,
and tell us if you think it could be Harry?

Well, that was a very long time ago.

Please.

That's not Harry.

I'm sorry I couldn't help you.

Mrs. Rosenthal, that is Harry Bastille.

Well, you knew. Why did you
ask me to go and look at him?

We think he may be the man
that murdered your husband.

He didn't shoot Jules.

I know, because I was there.

Do you know Sheriff Montgomery?

Very well.

Well, I promise you there is
no evidence incriminating Harry.

You seem to me to be a woman who
doesn't change her tastes very often.

I noticed last night you had a fine
bottle of pink champagne in your car.

It's the same rare champagne
that was found in the room

where your husband was murdered.

Now... champagne usually
suggests a celebration.

Or, maybe, in this case...

a romance.

We had nowhere to be together.

So we took a chance after the last show.

Baby, you sure we're safe?

Everybody's gone home.

We were making sweet music.

Sweet music.

He was jealous.

You son of a bitch!

Came at me...

- This is how you repay me?
- No! No!

Shoved her.

Harry wanted to say that he did it.

And I... I couldn't let that happen.

I took the cash out of Jules'
wallet and gave it to him

and told him to
run...and never come back.

And then you and Sheriff
Montgomery framed Melchior Wilson.

No... I confessed.

The town was very different then.

And the men who ran it forced
the sheriff to arrest Melchior.

You see...

a white woman could
get away with murder...

but she couldn't love a black man.

* They asked me How I knew *

* My true love was true *

* I, of course, replied...*

There's the people who come to Vegas
wanting to become rich or famous,

and then there's the
people that are from here.

And we know that the odds are
always in favor of the house.

It's what built this town.

You didn't come here to
become famous, did you?

- I came to play cards.
- No, for real.

I did-- I came to play
cards. I needed the money.

I thought I was in love
with this girl, in college,

but I kept getting into debt
buying cadavers and fetal pigs.

There was no money left for
the girl. Science took the pot.

Well, maybe it just
wasn't the right girl.

Plus, poker allowed me to be
a loner and still make money.

Right. When was the
last time you played?

I can't remember.

You know, to most people, risk is a bad
thing, but in Vegas, it's a good thing.

See?

You paid for your pigs, you
got roots, friends, family...

- Well, a work family anyway.
- Yeah.

Maybe it's time to up the ante.

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