( school bell ringing ) ...I'm telling you, man. See ya, bro. Later, losers.
♪ I see the riders coming over the hill ♪ ♪ And if you shout, maybe they'll stop and won't kill... ♪ ( music continues, then fades )
( unzips ) ( gun cocks ) ( gunshots )
Barry Schickel. Wallet still with him, with cash. "A" student. Recently voted Class Clown.
Strange... People aren't usually scared of class clowns. Who said his shooter was scared? Shot him in the back. BRASS: With his zipper down and hands otherwise engaged. Yeah. We're looking for a coward. Captioning sponsored by PARAMOUNT PICTURES
♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Oh, you!
( indistinct conversation ) ( sirens wailing in distance )
WILLOWS: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa... What're you doing? Removing graffiti. There's been a murder here, nothing gets cleaned. School policy, miss. I have to get the graffiti down as soon... Everything is evidence. Policy of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Should we call the sheriff?
No. Thank you.
Bet you were like that in high school. Ooh. Worse. Ooh... You were the girl I ran away from. Yeah, till you caught me. ( laughing ) So you say football practice was over at 5:45? That's right. And it was okay for a student like the victim to return to the school property to use the restroom? That wasn't out of the ordinary? Hand me a bindle. The place isn't locked up till the janitor leaves end of his shift 8:00-8:30. Until then the kids at after-school events use the facilities. Brass. Excuse me, one of my students is dead are we interrupting you? Yeah, a little. That's okay, I'll drop by your office. We'll finish this up.
You found the slug.
So the treasure hunt paid off, huh? Yeah, it better. We have a point of reference. Well, the nerd squad is off and running. I'm going to burn a little shoe leather; see if the vic had a beef with anyone.
MAN ( over radio ): Rescue One, approaching drop site.
We have a visual, Baker One. Stand by for eastern approach.
CSI, ready for descent. You're good to go! Okay, there he is! Let's get down there.
Ready? I'll race you.
MAN ( on radio ): CSI into the air.
CSI is on the ground.
Stokes, Sidle! Crime Lab! Did you open the bag? Long enough to see one gnarly looking hand. Well, skeleton of a hand.
Anyone touch the bag since? With that smell? I thought you Emergency Service guys were tougher than that. Hey, I'm plenty tough. Down, boy. It was a joke. Nothing like flirting over a D.B. You want to airlift the body to the Coroner's? We'll radio ahead? Sure. Wait.
Are you supposed to do that already? Body's Coroner's, property's ours.
MAN ( on radio ): We have the basket. Copy that.
Rescue One returning to base.
Hi. BROWN: Construction on Flamingo. Sorry. GRISSOM: Give me a hand, will you? Yeah.
A .38? .44. Here, take this.
WILLOWS: Brass said the victim had a can of spray paint, right? Orange, by my kit. It was in his backpack.
( sighs ) Did you get something? Paint from another source. I'm going to find out who belongs to that locker.
Kind of weird being in a high school, huh? They do have a timeless quality. What were you? A jock or a brain? I was a ghost. There.
Shooter was standing right there. ( gunshot ) ( glass breaking ) ( gunfire )
And...? Reconstruction guys can give us a more precise angle measurement, but I'm thinking... Five-four... maybe three. We got ourselves a shorty.
STOKES: Let's see what metal shows up.
Well, there's no gun on our dead body. Wouldn't it be easier to just unzip the bag and see what kind of shape our vic is in? I like to put that off till the last possible moment with decomps.
I see a coin. I see a coin. Looks like a half dollar. PHILLIPS: Silver, whole. I've done a few of these.
STOKES: What's that? There-- about four inches long. What is that? PHILLIPS: It looks like a pin. It's a medical implant.
Oh, and that's a plate in the skull. The head's been rolled. I'd say we're dealing with a male. Yeah, and by the sound of things he's been dead about two months. Sound? You weren't here when ESD brought this in. Well, it wasn't from lack of trying.
PHILLIPS: Let's go to the VIP room. I'll show you what I mean.
That's Dennis Fram's locker. And was this a first or has the deceased spray- painted his locker before? Look, I'm the school counselor I don't know every move these kids make. Well, that's obvious or a young man wouldn't be dead.
Tell me what "stick" means.
Is that a polymer sensor proboscis? Cyranose 320. Company sent it to me, gratis, for a week. They figure if it helps CSI will buy one. Electronic noses run like ten grand. Yeah, well, what if the shooter chews a certain kind of tobacco or has a unique halitosis and the e-nose picks up on it? If that thing ran out of here and bit the shooter in the ass the county would not approve a $10,000 purchase order. I thought it was our job to speak for the victim, no matter what it took. And to hell with the budgets. Our job is to think, Warrick. Machinery should never matter more than our mind.
Try this.
Glass tube. Air pump. Air pump. Cost about ten bucks. Absorption agent? Fresh out. Improvise.
( heavy sigh ) WILLOWS: And Ms. Barrett says that a Dennis Fram had been bullied by the deceased all year. He spray-painted his locker many times, always something to do with his build: "Skinny," "Shorty," that kind of thing. Dennis is slight and Barry always picks on him for it. Can you arrange for us to meet with Dennis? Of course, but he would never hurt Barry. He's a good kid. He's totally nonviolent. Well, then, this will be brief.
We can call him from my office. GRISSOM: You coming? Oh, I'll catch up to you.
Hey... I need to talk to you. I didn't clean anything. It's not about that. How tall are you, Dennis?
Five-three and one quarter.
Have you washed your hands in the last hour? Yeah. Why? Changed your shirt? No. I'd like to do a test on your shirt, if I may. What kind of test? Forensic.
What is that? GRISSOM: G.S.R. When someone fires a weapon, gunshot residue plumes back onto their hands and clothing.
This means that you fired a gun within the last three to six hours. Dennis... The police are going to want to talk to you.
DENNIS: I was over at the shooting range on Desert Way. So the same night that Barry Schickel was shot and killed you were out taking target practice? I go every Monday night. You can ask my sister. She goes with me. Where's your gun? I rent different ones there. Did you ever rent a .44 caliber? Sometimes. I'm going to see my brother! Get out of the way! Denny, are you okay? Got your call. I'm fine, I'm fine. We're conducting a police investigation here. My dad's back in town tonight and you'll be sorry you harassed my little brother. Questioned. A student was shot and killed in this building tonight. You know what? Dennis has explained to you about the gunpowder, and I am sure his sister will vouch for his whereabouts. And he's a minor. Jim. BRASS: We'll be in touch.
Remember, breathe through your mouth.
( gasps )
( gasps ) Metal plate.
Silver dollar.
Gambling chip. ( labored breathing ) And... ( coughs ) Aah. Jacket, government issue, Army. Ugh. Pile of bones and that's it. That's it? No organs no-no tonsils, no... ...soup? Human soup. Well, we are 73.5% liquid, eh, Dave? Add some bacteria, a couple gases, and... voila! Okay, I'll take Liquid Man's jacket, see what I can find. I'll cremate this. What if we find the family or they find us? A decomp this bad can stink up the entire building forever. The sooner we dispose of this, the better. Not for our investigation.
( gasping ) Let me guess. Decomp in an enclosed space? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Zip bag. Lemons. Lemons?! What? Use lemons. Huh. Hmm.
( "Can't Find My Way Home" playing )
♪ But I can't find my way home ♪ Still, I can't find my way home ♪ ♪ Come on down on your own ♪ And leave your body alone ♪ But I can't find my way home. ♪
So how's your new toy working out? It's been downsized. Bummer. I know how you wanted to see that thing work. Well, it's the same difference, really. Air is drawn into the glass tube the chalk absorbs the chemicals from the air.
And mass spec'll break it down at the lab. So why did you need the expensive one in the first place? 'Cause it was cool.
I'll see you in homeroom. All right. Barry Schickel from the high school. Dug three of these .44's from his back.
First one cracked his infraspinous fossa. Second one entered... past the interior angle of the scapula punctured a lung. And the last one entered just right of the right anterior sarratus muscle, pierced the heart. The heart? That makes no sense. This is a special case. See the scar? DR. ROBBINS: This guy was attacked before. I'd say in the last six months. But not with a knife, it looks like prongs. Whatever it was, it would've killed him, if his heart had been there.
Where was his heart? Barry's upper body? All his internal organs are on the opposite side of typical placement.
Dextrocardia? Like Dr. No? That only presents in, what .01% of the population? Which was good for this guy, till his luck ran out.
How long ago did you say he was stabbed? Six months, hand-to-hand combat. Sound like something your suspect would do? No.
( sighing )
Hey, how's Liquid Man doing? You mean Mr. Cartsen? I found this, it's a... name tag. You know, Sara, a lot of homeless guys get these Army jackets cheap at salvage stores. Well, it's a start. ( gasping ) I'm going to get Homicide to check the VA medical database for a "W. Cartsen" with plates or pins. Okay. ( Sarah gasping ) STOKES: Ugh... What do you got? I don't know.
I can't read an address or a phone number... God, it reeks! Q.D. should be able to, uh... to bring something up... ( Sara vomiting )
Don't tell anyone. About what? ( exhaling ) ( knocking ) Sara? Hi. They told me out front I could find you... here. ( cheerily ): Yeah. Um... I'll be right out.
Give me a mint. You're going to need more than one. Just give me. ( chuckling ) ( gasping )
This is a nice surprise. I wanted to see if you'd like to have dinner. Yeah. Um... when? Now, I'm on break. Oh, well, I'm in the middle of that D.B. from the gully. He's still a John Doe and we don't know the circumstances. I smell. No... Well, not that bad. I changed clothes-- the problem is that it's human fat reduced and it's attached itself to my follicles and my pores, so... You don't look good. I need to get some air. Okay. Uh, no, you-you stay. Uh, you've got that John Doe to worry about and, uh... well, I can always stop by another time. Great. Okay. Bye... You smell like death. I've heard.
You know, a real man wouldn't mind.
( sighs ) BARRETT: Have you talked to Barry's parents? GRISSOM: I did; they had no idea he'd been stabbed. The older kids get, the less they talk to their parents. They talk to you, though, right? The guidance counselor? Who else may have had it in for Barry Schickel? Look, he was very popular, but he was a bully. So there was probably a dozen kids who wanted to see him dead. Really? I'd be walking by and... he would punch me. ( blow lands, students laughing ) Everybody started calling me "Flinch." Even the teachers. BARRY: Move! He was the meanest guy I've ever known. But the way he put you down, it sounded funny. If it wasn't you. He'd wait for me, every day. Lunch time, fourth period. Take my food. BARRY: Yo, hungry? Ha! Thanks for the sandwich. Until I fixed him. It was about half a year ago, I went at him. GRISSOM: With a fork? Stabbed him above his left pectoral. Yeah. It still didn't stop him. I mean, today was the first day I could come to school and not feel like a moving target. Where were you last night about 6:00? ( chuckling ): When Barry was shot?
Boxing practice. Okay. Thanks.
I can protect them from being called a derogatory word for homosexual or the N-word. Everything else falls under free speech. No one's blaming you. I am. You know who did this, don't you? You have no idea what these kids go through. I listen to them every day. Divorce, working parents... cliques. And all they need is just one person to believe in them. Yeah. But where does that leave Barry Schickel? That's your job.
Shut up. She was not. I saw her in action. Really? Yeah, she was. Catherine? I was what? I was just telling Nick how you were a big bully in high school. A bully? All right, I guess I was. But, I mean, not the kind that people want to take a gun out and shoot. No. No, no. You were the kind that guys fall all over themselves trying to impress. Like you, Nick, huh?
Oh, Nick, uh... what were you in high school? Me? I was, uh... I was dependable. Dependable. Mm-hmm. Dependable jock, dependable stoner? No, never a strap, never a smoker. Just all-around dependable guy, I guess. He's trying to say he was unpopular. I was popular with the right people, I can tell you that. I can also tell you what I wasn't. I wasn't a Mac Daddy wannabe with a Members Only jacket, putting his swerve on all the ladies. What was wrong with those Members Only jackets? They were kind of cool back in the day. SARA: Hey, Nick. Ronnie's got something on Liquid Man, says it's hot. Good.
Hey, Sara, what were you in high school? Science nerd. You changed. ( whispering ): You still smell. Let's go. So that leaves you, Warrick. What were you? Oh, I was short, I had big feet, thick glasses. You?! Yeah. I got pushed around by all the guys and never got any play from the girls. The girls didn't even notice your eyes? No, they used to tease me about my eyes. Called me names. Aw. Well, what do they know? They're your best feature. I didn't have a best feature in high school.
Looking back on it now, I can say I could see both sides of it, thinking about this guy Barry Schickel, and how he was shot and whichever kid did it. I'm not saying it was right, but I kind of understand, you know? Yeah.
I wanted to hold off on this matchbook until it dried out, but then I realized... Human fat never dries out, just gets waxy. Exactly. What I'm doing is adding pixels at some points and erasing pixels at other points.
Got it. "Roma..." "Roman... nini's..." Never heard of it. STOKES: I have. Nightclub for boomers off the strip. Thanks, man. You bet.
O'RILEY: Hey, Stokes. Your "W. Cartsen"? Yeah? He's a Second Lieutenant William Cartsen. Served in the war, wounded in action. Got sent stateside after they put him back together. They put a pin in his spine and a plate in his head 31 years ago. Walked out of the hospital, hasn't been heard of since. Okay. Come with us.
( stopwatch beeps )
( beep )
( keypad beeps ) ( whirring )
( machine beeps ) What's the matter, you don't trust me?
I trust you.
I got a boatload of chemical components here. Marijuana, bubble gum, cigars. It's like every guy's bathroom in America. What doesn't belong?
How can I help you people? Valet guy said you're the manager. Detective O'Riley, Las Vegas P.D. Stokes and Sidle from the Crime Lab. Crime Lab? What's going on? This man a patron of your establishment? Name's William Cartsen. Not that I recognize, no. Are you sure you haven't seen him around here?
Wore an Army jacket, might've been down on his luck? Oh, you mean Moses. Moses? Yeah, guy had a beard down to here, wore a robe, the Army jacket. Stood out here scaring every patron I had. Hey! The whole world is watching. Bidi dou! Bidi dou! Guy was ruining my business. So what'd you do? I tried to reason with him. ( Moses yells ) Hey! Hey, buddy, you've got to leave my customers alone, okay? Here. Cash that and move on. That's the last I saw of him. When was that? I don't know, about two months ago. SIDLE: That's funny we found his body. Coroner says he's been dead two months. We're going to want you to take a little ride with us. Okay.
( computer beeping )
I checked out those kids you talked to. None of them was even near the school when Barry Schickel was killed. The only one who doesn't check out is Dennis Fram. WILLOWS: There's a reason. I can put him at the crime scene. Jim, can you call them from the car? Sure, let's go. Put him there, how? Well, I'll explain on the way. No, no. I'm going to stay here with this, close to Warrick. Okay. But you'll miss all the fireworks.
( distant siren blaring ) I know I must sound like the typical parent, but my son had nothing to do with the death of the Schickel boy. We've placed him at the murder. What? Here's the fingerprint that I recovered from Dennis' locker. These are Dennis' prints on file at school-- the Missing Kids Prevention Drive. There's a match. Well, his own fingerprint on his own locker that doesn't prove anything. Proves a timeline. The alkyd particles in the victim's spray paint adhere and dry in 30 seconds. ( spraying noise ) Oxidation. Dennis had to have swiped the paint within seconds of Barry putting it on his locker for his print to take. Well, how do you know...? The janitor. He keeps timed records of graffiti. Job security. And Dennis left paint on the door jamb in the bathroom where Barry was shot.
BRASS: That's the timeline of the murder, Mr. Fram. We know every move your son made up until the gun. That's why we want to see your collection. You're registered as having two dozen weapons? KELSEY: Denny? Ow... It's okay, it's okay. Come on. We'll fix it.
This... does not belong in a guy's bathroom. Can we prove this? I mean, there's got to be a thousand different brands of this stuff out there. You still got that $10,000 e-nose you were using? Oh, now you want my tricked-out toy. I just want the software.
Come on, drink up. Here you go. Good.
Just hold this to your face, okay? I'll be right back.
He's got a bleeding ulcer from being bullied by Barry Schickel.
( grunts ) Hey, shrimp, want to go for a ride? ( laughter ) You don't know how hard it was for him, every morning trying to work up the courage just to go to school. ( vomiting ) ( coughs )
I thought my little brother was going to kill himself. And then someone killed Barry.
Yeah. How tall are you? Five-four... with heels.
Why? No reason. GRISSOM: You grabbed a top note of "floral" and now we ask the software to break it into ingredients. Do you recognize any of these? That's all from one perfume? Some of these perfumes have, like, 750 ingredients. ( computer beeping ) "Chanteuse."
We can narrow it down to one brand? Yeah, the original application for this program was perfume companies. You know, testing new brands stealing from the competition. ( phone ringing ) Grissom. Grissom, we got a suspect. But it's not who you think. Let me guess. Denny Fram's sister? How did you know? Vapor molecules. See if you can get a warrant for her perfume and have Brass bring her in. Her perfume? Let's get back to my first question, Miss Fram. Where were you the night Barry Schickel was killed? I told you, I was out driving around. So what, your perfume just wafted into the boys' room all the way from Highway 10? Yes. I wear Chanteuse. What's that got to do with anything? My mom used to wear it, and... after her car accident I started to wear it. Well, aromas have fingerprints. They're like a unique combination of vapor molecules that linger in the air, long after the source has gone. We isolated a combination in the restroom where Barry Schickel was shot. It matches your perfume. A high-end woman's perfume. It's doubtful that any other girl at the school wears it. Wait, wait, wait, wait. She has no reason to hurt Barry Schickel. What about revenge for her little brother? I can't believe this. That bastard Schickel dogged my family now he's doing it from the grave. Come on, Kelsey. You come near us again you do it through my lawyer.
Wears her dead mother's perfume. Nice touch. GRISSOM: Might be true. Scent triggers memory more acutely than any of the five senses. Yeah? Well, I smell a rat in the Fram family.
So you didn't hurt him. You just put him in your car. Is that what you're saying? Backseat. Then I drove him out of town. I left him on the side of the road, out by Red Rock. You didn't maybe zip him up in a bag because he was giving you trouble, anything like that? ( laughing ) No.
These... are the handles from the bag that he was found in. You see these prints here?
Can I see your right hand, sir?
Look, he was drunk. He was rolling all over my backseat. So I put him in a bag from my trunk. Once we got out of town, I just tipped him down the hill.
I figured he'd get out once he slept it off. The guy always shows up. What am I looking at?
Homicide.
Look, I was just doing my job. Hey... treating another human being like garbage is not a job. It's a choice.
( handcuffs ratcheting ) Paperwork. Later. WILLOWS: Dennis?
I need to talk to you.
You have to understand, anything my sister did was to protect me. You said that you went back to the high school that night, after target practice. I forgot a book I needed for homework. And I knew Barry had been there.
I wasn't looking for him. I had to go to the bathroom.
( glass breaking )
My dad's freaking out. My sister won't come out of her room. I figure if you can get the police to make some kind of deal for her... Well, Dennis, you haven't told us that you explicitly saw Kelsey shoot the victim. She was in a stall. I couldn't see her. BRASS: Can I, uh... Can I talk to you for a minute? Excuse us.
He copping to anything? He says that his sister did it. I don't think so. Kelsey was "otherwise disposed." She got a parking ticket the same time the vic was shot in an alley behind a motel off Fremont Street. In fact, a lot of cars got tickets that night.
Who's Jeremy Spencer? Football coach. Oh. At a motel with the high school coach. No wonder she wouldn't talk. Well, I paid "coach" a visit. The guy's 23, just got engaged. I mean, he'll testify to anything as long as his fiancée doesn't find out. He says that Kelsey gave him a roll in the hay, asked him to intercede with Barry the Bully, and get the kid to leave her little brother alone. She didn't kill anyone. So why is he saying she did? Do you ever smell a fart and end up blaming the wrong guy?
Why do you think your sister shot Barry? Because. Because why? 'Cause of the last time he beat me up.
( retching ) I'll protect you. I'll fix things so he never comes near you again. She always keeps her word. She asked Barry's coach to help you. That was her protection plan. She was nowhere near the high school that night. I smelled her perfume. ( unzips ) I saw Barry. I saw the gun. And I smelled my sister's perfume. ( gunshots ) No. You smelled her brand of perfume. But then, who was it?
We recovered this from your townhouse on a warrant. Chanteuse.
We also found the gun.
It hasn't been cleaned.
Well, I don't know how to clean a gun. That was my husband's. You know how to shoot one, though. Do you know how many kids go to school and kill, just to get relief from the bullying? You talked to them. Boxing lessons and target practice. How long before one of them came in here and opened fire on a hallway full of kids, huh?
I just thought that one life was better than 20... or 30. Or eleven.
Captain Brass ran a search on you.
Tetrick High School, Tetrick, Arizona. Eleven kids shot a few days after Columbine. You were the Assistant Principal.
I watched them die at my feet.
Just because some sophomore couldn't take the jokes about his glasses.
It says that you were left with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You might want to mention that to your lawyer.
I did this for my kids. You know, Ms. Barrett, as difficult as high school can be for kids, eventually, it's over... ...but too soon for Barry Schickel.
( school bell rings )
Rest in peace, Lieutenant. Rest in peace.
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