Hi, Renee. Hi.
Good afternoon, Mr. Ribero. How's the golf?
Hi.
You look lost.
Okay, the stairs are all the way back to the left,
and the Real Estate Office is at the end of the hall.
Okay? Bye.
- Hello. Oh, those for me? - Hi, Dominic.
- Sign here. - Okay.
I'll tell you, though, this is gonna be worth a lot of money someday.
- I know, Elvis. - Okay.
See you. - Okay, bye-bye. Ooh.
Domino, it's your turn to pick up dinner.
Okay, Jake-O.
Listen, this goes to Cooley Real Estate.
That's on two, all right? And the FedEx is running a late on the pickup.
I'll be back in about 10 minutes, all right?
- You got it. - All right, buddy.
These fire guys really know how to trash a crime scene.
That's what they do. Put wet stuff on the red stuff.
We're all clear to go in, but here's what we got.
Couple of head wounds. Elderly guy had his arm torn off.
The only fatality so far is Jake Richards, a security guard.
Body us still inside.
How big you think this bomb was?
It's not the size. It's the overpressure in the air around it.
The Van Gogh effect.
In stereo. Both ears gone.
Perfectly symmetrical amputation.
Means he was looking directly at the bomb when it went off.
So either it drew his attention or it was contained in something
that seemed benign.
- Smell the sulfur? - Uh-huh.
- Got your lighter, Jim? - Sure.
Light this.
Gunpowder.
Well, we know the propellant.
So would you care to make a preliminary call on this?
I'd love to.
Seat of the bomb is here.
Victim was thrown three meters.
His clothes are torn but not burnt, indicating a low-velocity propellant.
Sixty-seven thousand feet per second.
Who? Why? Will he do it again?
Time will tell.
The dirty little secret of bombs is how easy they are to make and use.
Our murder weapon's here someplace. In a thousand pieces.
We have to find it and put it back together again.
- Where do we start? - If it's not growing, pick it up.
We cart everything we find back to the lab.
- And then what? - Stay curious.
- Can you fill in the blanks? Bombs explode.
Weird thing is their components survive the explosion.
If we can piece together this bomb, we're closer to finding who did this.
So, Warrick, when you're photographing this debris, can you-?
I know, lookie loos.
Yeah, we're gonna stick her in the back seat.
She signed a release. They let her go.
Come on, Nick. It's my last night in Sin City.
One more drink, man.
I don't know, I just pulled a double and I still have to file my shift report.
Man, you're off the clock.
You'd have never passed up a wild night back at A&M.
Well, I guess I grew up.
Too bad. Check that out.
Enjoy.
You must really love your job, man.
Ladies. Buy you a drink?
- Here you go. Thanks, man. Thank you.
Get your hands off me. You're not going anywhere.
You got that?
Come on. Relax a little bit. Settle down.
Kristy? Kristy. - You don't own me, Jack.
- Nobody does. - I know, I know.
Hey. Back off.
- Hey, just mind your own business. - Nick. I know him. He's a cop.
- A crime scene investigator. - Nick, tell him to leave me alone.
- Nobody tells me to do anything. - Hey, we gonna have a problem?
No, officer, we're not going to have a problem.
See you around, baby.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
That was good timing. Thanks.
I suppose you need a ride.
Do you mind?
No. Come on.
Thanks.
Seems like every time we run into each other,
I'm getting into trouble.
Not that it's my business, but maybe you should think about
- changing careers. - Not every john is like that guy.
Besides, I'm making a change.
- I'm going back to school. - Yeah?
I've always wanted to study communications.
I'm good with people.
That's good.
- You think so? - Yeah. Yeah.
Well, I'm gonna go inside now.
Unless, of course, you'd like to come in for a drink.
I don't think that'd be a good idea.
Come on. Just because you're a crime-scene analyst,
you don't have to analyze everything.
Mr. Grissom.
Hi, I've seen you on TV before.
- I admire your work. - Well, thank you.
- And your name is-? - Dominic.
"I-C" rather than with the "I-C-K." Kretzker.
I'm the Hansen Building Security Detail.
Did somebody from homicide talk to you yet?
Yeah. Matter of fact, they said I was gonna be talking to you,
because, well, we are both in law enforcement, and-
Right.
Did you know the victim, the other security guard?
Oh, yeah. He's one of my best buddies.
As a matter of fact, two minutes' difference
it would've been my face all over the news instead of his, right?
- Would you like to be on the news? - Yeah.
Yeah. I mean, only if I could help people.
No, no. I know what you're thinking.
You know, my building blows up I'm over at Arby's,
you know, sucking down some extra sauce.
How could I wanna help people?
Well, I mean, realistically, what could you have done?
Well, I know a lot about bombs.
You know, pipe, power, powder.
The three "Ps" of mass destruction.
- Dominic with an "I-C," not "I-C-K." - Yes, sir?
Would you be interested in helping me in my investigation?
Are you serious?
Yeah. Yes, sir. I'd be honored, sir.
Oh. But we can't tell anybody on the day shift, though
because they're gonna get real jealous.
That's good thinking.
- Would you excuse me a minute? - Yes. Yes.
- Keep an eye on that guy. - All right.
Oh, yes.
Well, we got a live one out there. I got a cop babysitting him.
How you doing?
- Well, are his initials "F.P."? - No. Dominic Kretzker. Why?
I found this near the point of origin.
- Whoever did this is playing with us. - Or he wants to get caught.
Hey, it's me. You in the shower? What are you doing?
Anyway, if you check your messages, I don't have to work till later.
I thought, since you're between careers,
you might wanna grab a late breakfast.
- Hey, Nick, what's up? - Not a lot. What's going on?
It's a 419. Dead prostitute.
- Who's the decedent? - Kristine Marie Hopkins.
Day shift's got it covered.
You all right?
Yeah, I must have got my wires crossed.
- I'll see you. - All right, man.
All right, you cram this thing here with gunpowder, all right?
Then you cap it here, and you cap it here.
Now, the grains inside, all right,
they're gonna ignite and they're gonna cause smoke.
Lots and lots of smoke.
Now, the problem is, all this smoke here, man,
it's got nowhere to go.
Okay? It starts cooking, and then, Bob's your uncle, boom!
Grissom was right, you do know a lot about bombs.
How did you learn so much?
They don't teach this stuff at universities.
No, this is all trial and error.
So, what, you just blow up bombs and study them?
Yeah. Yeah.
Margaret Finn, public defender.
Cease and desist any conversation with my client.
I've been assigned to you.
Guess the P.D. was thinking of all the lawsuits Richard Jewell brought
- when he was wrongfully accused. - Someone died in that office building.
Ma'am, you seem like a very nice person,
but these people, they've been very, very good to me.
I'm sure they have.
Dominic, I think you should roll with your attorney.
Thanks for your help, though.
All right, I'll see you guys later. Listen, do me a favor.
Will you tell Grissom that if he needs me,
- just call me at home, okay? - Yeah, okay.
- Okay. Let's roll. - All right.
So all this stuff is from a five-meter radius
- of the point of origin? - Yep.
How could the victim possibly have been in one piece?
The vacuum effect.
The air is being pushed out so fast,
that when the bomb detonates, there's a column at the center.
- Column, huh? - Except for when he lost his ears.
Did you figure out what this "FP" stands for?
I ran it through ATF's bomb database. No profile.
So our bomber's a newbie.
Does he fit Grissom's wackjob from the bomb site?
Dominic, the security guard? It's too soon to tell.
I found something interesting.
What is it?
Looks like a balance wheel from a clock.
Bomb was time-delayed. This is a piece of the timing device.
What about the orange stuff?
Heat of the explosion
must have melted whatever it is all around the wheel.
So, Sara? What's orange and melts?
I would have to investigate that.
- Thank you. Hey, guys.
- Can I steal you for a minute? - I thought this was your day off.
- We're kind of busy here, Nick. - Yeah, I know that, and I'm sorry,
- but I don't think this can wait. - Okay.
You told me you weren't dating her.
I wasn't till last night after I broke up her fight with this guy.
- Jack. - And Ecklie's at her house now.
Yeah, and I can tell you what he's gonna find.
My fingerprints, my DNA.
What were you thinking, Nicky?
I wasn't.
We had a connection, you know? A chemistry thing, I guess.
She was irresistible, man.
I took off around 4.
Ecklie's gonna be all over this.
Hey, Nick.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend.
- Who told you? - Word travels.
It was the day shift coroner.
So people know I was with Kristy last night?
Not yet.
Maybe I should just go to Ecklie and tell him I was there.
When you're a suspect and you're innocent,
you keep your mouth shut.
- I'll talk to Ecklie. Bad idea.
You and Ecklie, oil and water. Just let me get into it.
- I can't just sit here. - Okay, go for a walk.
Maybe you'll accidentally bump into your guy, Jack?
Yeah.
ID him, but don't approach him.
Okay.
If Nick's arrested, it's not gonna matter that he's cleared later.
No. It's an automatic dismissal.
25-year-old female Caucasian.
Liver temp's indicating time of death at 0600.
Petechial hemorrhaging, cyanotic tongue.
- Can I help you, Catherine? - I just want to see the body, David.
Unless I'm mistaken, this is Ecklie's case.
Eyes, no hands.
- Look at those ligature marks. - Petechials, blue tongue, the works.
Raccoon eyes, excoriation around the neck.
- She didn't give up easy. - Struggled and strangled.
- Ecklie find the murder weapon? - I only deal with bodies.
- Check for fingerprints on the body? - Not yet.
Half-life of fingerprints on flesh, disappearing as we speak.
Catherine, I like Nick, too. I know you're here for him.
But what if I lift his prints from her?
- Then that's what you report. - Evidence, Doc. All we got.
- Hey. - Could you find that
and turn it off, please?
- Find the clock our guy used? - Not yet.
This is a good choice. According to the bomb data center,
which has a record of every component used in any bomb,
from Ted Kaczynski to teenage boys playing with fireworks,
the most recent timing device of choice
is made by TimeTell SnoozeWell, $10.99 at any local drugstore.
You spoiled all my fun.
Gris, can I get clear on something here?
Anything's possible.
Catherine gave me this "FP" which was part of the Hansen bomb
and I'm supposed to figure out what tool the bomber used to engrave it.
You isolate the tool, and then we trace it.
Yeah, but he could've used any number of things to initial it.
I mean, a screwdriver, a drill bit, a box cutter.
It's the same as guns, we eliminate them one at a time.
What are you guys doing?
We're gonna go blow up some bombs.
Oh, I definitely got the wrong end of this investigation.
Alas, poor Warrick.
Oh, hey, Conrad. Grissom's in the field.
- I need to speak with him. - And I need to speak with you.
About Nick Stokes.
Oh, let me guess, about his involvement
with a dead hooker?
Come on. The hooker was a person.
- Her name was Kristy Hopkins. - I realize that. Thank you.
I just came from the lab.
His prints were all over Kristy Hopkins' house.
Let's see, wine glass, oh, bedside table.
How's it going, Cath?
Nick, I don't think that you guys should be talking.
It's no big deal.
- What's up, Ecklie? - I need a DNA sample from you, Nick.
I assume you're trying to prove
Kristy Hopkins and I were sexually active last night.
We found a condom, used.
And my DNA will match, no warrant necessary.
And I have something else for you.
I got this off a valet surveillance tape.
- A license plate number? - Vehicle belongs to Jack Willman.
Had a fight with Kristy Hopkins
outside the Orpheus last night around midnight.
Well, I'll look into it, but come on,
your fingerprints, your DNA, that's what's going into evidence.
You just love that, don't you?
You think I wanna believe a CSI could commit murder?
Hell, I don't even wanna believe that a CSI could sleep with a hooker.
- You know, Nick's private life- - Is no longer private.
Catherine, I'm sorry if you guys don't like
where the evidence is pointing.
But show me otherwise, tell me I'm wrong.
In the meantime, my hands are tied. I have protocol to follow.
- I hate that guy. - Okay, look, I'm gonna get O'Riley
to track down this Jack guy for questioning.
But I am out on a limb for you here, Nick.
Just don't make it harder with Ecklie, okay?
We find the bomber by understanding the bomb.
Fortunately, Catherine figured out the exterior container.
Aluminum briefcase.
- And we know the timing device. - SnoozeWell.
- And the propellant. - Black gunpowder.
So the final piece of the bomber's signature?
Identify the pipe containing the powder.
Three bombs, scaled down five-to-one, three different metal pipes.
Different metals fly different distances when the same force is applied.
Number one is a plumber's ex-flow pipe.
Number two is an inflow pipe, which is thinner.
Number three is galvanized steel, which is the thinnest metal of them all.
- You ready? - Mm-hm.
Let's do it, Dan.
Green, that's the ex-flow pipe.
Inflow pipe, blue.
Red, the galvanized steel.
Last piece, green, 10 feet.
Blue, 16 feet.
Red, 20 feet.
Fragments from the galvanized steel travel the farthest.
Twenty feet. Extrapolating five-to-one, that would be 100 feet.
That's the limit of visible metal detritus at the Hansen building.
So the bomb was housed in a thin container of galvanized steel.
Like a muffler or a tailpipe. I've seen it before.
It's a common container for homemades.
Don't you love the smell of sulfur in the afternoon?
You might want to go and take a tour of Dominic Kretzker's house.
I tracked down the sale of SnoozeWell clocks.
Nine-hundred-twenty-six credit card purchases
in the last three months in Clark County.
Seven to Dominic Kretzker of Prairie Road.
Fifteen, cal 24 is your backup.
- Hey. That your scanner?
Yeah, that's how I knew you were coming.
Makes me feel like I'm part of things.
Mr. Grissom. What can I do for you guys?
Dominic, this is the type of device that was used to set off the Hansen bomb.
We have proof that you purchased the same make of clock.
Yeah. Yeah, I recognize that. That houses a nice little detonator.
- Want to show us that clock of yours? - Well, sure. Come on in.
The place is kind of a mess. Sorry.
Here.
Here it is.
TimeTell SnoozeWell. $10.99.
Well, you can get it for half-price if you got a coupon.
- The timing device is still intact. - Yeah, I haven't made the bomb yet.
But you have made bombs before, using parts from this make?
Well, yeah. Yeah, I blow them out in the back all the time.
I blasted a few of them a couple months ago.
Look what I found. Sulfur.
You blow up any bombs recently?
- Is this from the Hansen bomb? - Sure is.
You're keeping a key piece of evidence that could nail you?
Hey, that's sentimental.
- Well, that's cute. - No. I mean, it is.
That's like, you know, Waco and Trade Center.
I mean, that's historical.
I didn't have a war, all right? I'm too flatfooted for the P.D.,
and that's as close to history as I'm gonna get.
I collect souvenirs. I mean, that's my building, you know.
I mean,
that was my place of employment, man.
You're gonna be sorry, talking to my client.
- We called you. We left word. - Dominic, don't speak.
Hey, if I had anything to hide, I'd hide it.
I'm pretty proud of that container piece, I'll tell you.
Well, maybe so, but you're under arrest.
- Put him in the car. - You kidding?
Come on. Cuffs?
Those vultures never sleep, huh?
Could you do me a favor? Can you put the jacket over them?
I don't wanna be seen like this. Not on TV.
This is not who I am.
Thanks, Partner.
I can't tell whether he's brilliant,
- or nuts. - Sound familiar?
I'll tell you one thing, if he's guilty, he's putting on one hell of a show.
Polyethylene Terephthalete?
- You contact her family? - No family to speak of.
Has anyone claimed her for burial? Friend? Old roommate?
There's no one. City will be footing the bill.
No. I'll pay.
Sure that's prudent, given the circumstances?
Doc, I'm giving this girl a proper burial.
I don't much care about my career right now.
Someone wants to throw me in jail for that, so be it.
How you doing?
Just using the current experience
to understand the other side of law enforcement.
That's resourceful.
You think I'm guilty, don't you?
I think the evidence raises some serious questions
about your involvement.
That is crazy. I mean, come on, I'm one of the good guys.
I mean, the cops went through my things. Did they find anything?
Dominic, you have an attorney now. I can't really talk to you about the case.
I was here on another matter and I thought I'd come by.
You do what I do.
- Excuse me? - You don't stop by to see someone.
You make up an excuse
like "I'm in the area. Just stopping by. " Wow. You're just like me.
Except better-looking.
- I'll come by and see you later, okay? - Okay.
What?
- Bad news. Another 4th of July. - Where?
Thrift Right Car Rental on Flamingo, ten minutes ago.
So the manager was working on the lot when he heard the blast.
Fatality was on the check-in line and died on the way to the hospital.
Anybody report hearing a noise? Ticking?
No. No one heard anything.
It's not the firemen, it's the rain. This crime scene is trashed.
- What do you have? - Form follows function.
They've never been able to make a better one. Mousetrap.
That orange stuff again.
Someone picks it up, motion trips the trap, sets off the timer.
Which sets off the bomb.
- Be right back. We say nothing to the media
or anybody.
And our bomber's signature just got a little more sophisticated.
Excuse me. Hi. I'm with the crime lab.
I'm sorry, but I have to take your jacket.
- Okay. If it'll help. - Thanks.
- Let's go. - Okay.
- What are you doing? - Polyethylene terephthalete.
- Polyester. - "Orange stuff".
You're free to go. I wanted to tell you in person.
You mean you weren't just in the neighborhood?
That second bomb, it wasn't remote, was it?
- Otherwise, I'd still be a suspect. - I can't discuss it.
So I guess you're not going to be needing my expertise anymore.
I mean, investigation-wise.
I knew it was too good to be true.
Well, proud to have worked with you, sir.
Dominic, I'm not a police officer. I'm a crime scene analyst.
Yeah, but we know who really solves the crimes, don't we, sir?
Good luck.
- Take care of yourself. - Thank you.
- Hey, Dom? - Yeah?
Next time, try not to be quite so trusting.
You don't need to be a hero.
I ran priors.
The guy's got an '88 conviction for sexual assault.
Boy, if I ever get in trouble, I know which CSI I'm going to.
Let's watch the show.
How would you characterize your relationship with Kristy Hopkins?
All right, sir, we can just cut the crap.
I saw him kill Kristy. I saw everything.
- Go on. - Well, Kristy and I, we had words.
I was just swinging by her place to tell her I was sorry, but...
Now, I didn't expect to see her with a guy.
They were fighting. I couldn't make out what they were saying,
but he was pushing her around pretty hard.
- Could you ID this guy? - Yeah, it was, like, Nick something.
Kristy and I bumped into him at the Orpheus earlier.
And you saw him kill her?
Well, I saw him get violent, then I took off.
And you didn't try to help the girl?
He's one of you guys. He carries a gun.
I'm no hero.
So, can I go?
OâRILEY: Yeah.
- Witness sounds believable. - It's a load of crap, and you know it.
I was listening. He seemed credible to me.
Sheriff, you arrest Nick now, you end his career.
So, what can you offer me?
Nothing, except my gut and 10 years of experience. He didn't do this.
Ignore the evidence against Stokes, it looks like special favors for CSI.
Well, I can't have that, not and keep my post.
So give me 12 hours, access to the crime scene and evidence,
without filing papers on Nick.
Twelve hours.
But then we arrest Mr. Stokes with all the attendant documentation.
How you doing, Greg?
- Same as you. Worried about Nick. - Yeah.
I need to see his DNA from the crime scene.
- You have it, right? - A sample from the condom, yeah.
Popsicled in the freezer. But it's not your case.
Much as I wanna help, no can do.
That's my case for the next 12 hours. Ask the Sheriff.
- I would never doubt your word. - Smart man.
Nick's little soldiers. It's all you.
Thanks, Greg.
When did you say this sample was frozen?
10:15 a. m. Why?
These guys are all heads-no tails.
Well, that's normal, given the post-ejaculate time frame.
How is that gonna help Nick?
The sperm found in the condom was frozen at 10:15 am.
It's all heads, no tails.
I'm not quite up to speed on the particulars of-
It takes about seven hours for bacteria to eat away at the tails
placing the time of ejaculation at around 2 a. m.,
but Kristy's time of death was 6 a. m.
Well, it suggests a lag between ejaculation and Kristy's murder
but it doesn't disprove Nick's presence at the time of the homicide.
You could be a little more supportive.
- I have a new favorite color. - Orange?
The orange polyester from the bomb is a match to the Thrift Right jacket.
Guess where their regional headquarters is located.
- The Hansen Building. - You bet.
I ran a Lexis search looking for disgruntled employees,
irate customers, anyone with a grievance against Thrift Right.
- Get any hits? - Norman Stirling, former manager.
- How disgruntled? - Let go last year.
Caused a commotion at HQ. Filed lawsuits against the company.
Guy's been out of work ever since.
Sitting around making bombs.
Norman Stirling?
Yes.
- What's going on? - FP.
- What? - You don't recognize those initials?
What's this about?
The bombing of the Thrift Right car rental, and the bombing
- of the Hansen Building. - A bomb? Are you kidding?
I've never even been near a bomb my entire life.
Well, those orange jackets over there
appear to match the materials the bombs were wrapped in.
I used to wear those to go to work.
You were let go by Thrift Right last year,
and lost a court battle to get your job back.
In fact, they filed a TRO against you
for throwing furniture around their headquarters last July.
- I want to call my lawyer. - Good. You can call him from the car.
He can meet us at the P.D. Take him in.
- Come on, let's go. - Call your mom.
Kristy Hopkins was strangled with this sash.
It's fingerprint-free, but the force of the pull
would've scratched off epithelials from the killer's hands?
Abraded, yeah.
Can you extract DNA from epithelials?
If they're fresh enough.
Okay, epithelials are an affirmative.
And they're good to go for DNA profiling.
I'm just gonna need something to compare it to.
Jack Willman has a prior for a sexual assault, so his DNA is on file.
Well?
I think that you and I should head over to the police station.
DNA didn't pan out, huh?
Never have I seen such a clean match.
Jack Willman killed her.
- Thank you. - Hey.
Hey, I'm just doing my job.
Besides, if they'd sent you to jail, I'd get stuck with all your cases.
Dispatch said you were looking for me?
Yeah. I finally matched this FP to this electric etcher.
Now, I made an exemplar. Boom, identical type of striations.
The manufacturer says that this etcher is only used for training purposes.
And it's only sold in bulk.
It was not sold to Norman Stirling.
- So who bought it? - Las Vegas School District.
I called the district,
and we traced it down to one high school: Summit High.
Stirling's son goes there.
Tyler.
Were you aware of your father's lawsuits
against Thrift Right Car Rental?
It was kind of hard not to be.
I mean, it's all him and my mom talked about for a year.
Until she left.
Do you miss your mother?
I miss our old life.
Is there something that we should be talking about? You know, in private?
You said that's how corporations do it, in private.
See, they treated him great at work, in front of everyone,
and then they let him go at the end of the day when no one's around.
Thirty years of service, and then,
you know, they realized they could hire two young guys at half the price.
What does FP stand for?
It was etched into both bombs.
We think you engraved it with an implement
from your high school shop class.
"Fair play. "
I used to yell that around the house. That I was owed fair play.
- I mean, they threw him out like trash. - And you sent them bombs?
You said you wanted to kill them.
How did you even know how to do this?
Off the Internet.
Dad, are you mad at me?
I did it for you.
Tyler, did you make any more bombs?
Where are they? Where are you keeping them?
Ty.
If you did this for me, please tell them where they are.
Victor 9, Victor 9,
report to Summit High School, Prairie Road.
Repeat, Prairie Road.
Reported bomb outside classroom 22b, in locker 897.
Bomb is trigger-activated and motion-delayed. Do not handle.
Students and faculty and all school personnel
please exit the building.
Security detail, let's go! I need classroom 22b.
Second floor. - Where's 22b? Come on, people.
Don't stop. Come on.
- All students and all faculty... - Come on, people, don't run.
All personnel are to exit the building immediately.
Let's go. Everybody outside.
All students and faculty, please exit the facility immediately...
Get out of my way, people.
Come around me.
Dominic, stop! Stop right there. Put it down!
No, it's all right. Everyone's safe.
No, no, no. Drop it, it's active!
Hi. Just the guy I wanted to see.
O'Riley.
Tell me why you did it. - I got nothing to say to you, cowboy.
She was going back to college, turning her life around,
getting out of the business, and you killed her for it. Why?
Is that what she told you? She was getting out of the business?
She was going to college to recruit more girls.
What? You think I'm gonna believe
- the John that killed her? - Oh, you think I was her client?
I was her pimp.
She was leaving me to start her own racket.
So wake up.
This isn't Pretty Woman. She's not Julia Roberts.
- You're not Richard Gere. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I guess you're right.
Because there's no happy ending for you.
Twenty-five to life.
Get him out of here.
Above the fold.