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Wow, I love it already. I can't believe we're doing this. Is that the lockbox? Broker gave me the combination. He's doing a walk-through in Seven Hills. Owners are out.
Wow. Wait till you see the master.
( laughing )
Oh, my God. This is gorgeous. Amazing.
What? Want to snoop around? ♪ ♪
Hey.
What do you think? I don't know, yeah. It's nice? Looks good. Cut it out. No, seriously, I think I hear a car. Will you relax? No, really. You're paranoid.
( laughs ) Oh, my God. I could get used to this place. I bet you could. I could. You're an animal. The backyard is the best part of the house. Really? Is there a Jacuzzi?
Oh, my God. Looks like something out of a magazine.
Cal and Monica Newman. Owners of the house. My guess, second marriage. 'Cause she's a babe and he's... He's, uh... got a good sense of humor.
.380 auto caliber.
GRISSOM: Gunshot, right temple. Women don't usually shoot themselves in the head, do they, Catherine? Well, gunshots do a number on your face, so typically women prefer pills. BRASS: So, what are we calling this, murder, suicide, what? Is the husband around? No. Well, do the math: Dead female spouse plus missing husband... equals murder. ♪ ♪
♪ 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! ♪
Okay, Warrick, hit it. ( beeping ) White female, multiple bruising... Bullet hole to the temple doesn't help. .380 auto on the side. Yeah, somebody manhandled her pretty good before they killed her. Mm-hmm.
Reminds me of my daughter. She used to throw butts out the window, too. The Newmans have kids? A kid. Son, 15, Max Newman. He's MIA like the father. The secretary said he went out for lunch and never came back. I checked the garage-- three cars. None of the hoods are hot. We're missing something. Grissom. A Mr. Grissom. Where would I find Mr. Grissom? Great, great. Thank you very much. Mr. Grissom? Hi. Um, I'm Augie Heitz. Uh, this is my listing. Someone died, I know. It's a terrible thing. But you got people knocking down awnings, stomping through the flowerbeds. How am I supposed to sell this house? You're not. It's a crime scene. Mr. Heitz, you're Mr. Newman's broker. Have you seen your client lately? What, you kidding? I mean, this is actually the beauty of the service I provide. My clients never have to see me. They, uh, don't even have to be home when I show their house. Do you always give out the combination to your lockboxes? It's illegal. It's a hot market. Um... You know, I had a fish on the line. Potential bidding war and, uh... Look... ( clears throat ) I only give out the combination to people that I really trust. Ah.
All right, look, I read rooms for a living. That closet was tossed. The carpet lit up. So, I'm going to ask you again. What were you doing in there besides copulating?
It was my idea. Right. Well, we found this laptop on the vanity still on. You didn't play with it, too, did you?
Hey, Warrick. Yeah? Check this out.
It's a little thin for blood, isn't it? Yeah.
What do you...? Tastes like sugar. Huh? Erythrosine. Red dye number three. Hummingbirds do love the color red. You've been watching way too much Discovery Channel. This guy needs a girl.
I'm going to check out the cabana. No visible footprints. Doesn't mean someone wasn't out here. Grab the LS. Yeah.
Hey. Sara.
I am so sorry. I paged you two hours ago. Right. Uh, it's my day off. I was up in Pahrump at some vineyard. You told me to get a life, remember? Did I?
I'm sorry, but I needed you. Dispatch called in a 419 at Tuscadero High School. You're on your own. On my own? Solo.
See you around.
Solo?
So, does this mean when I come in on my day off I get to work solo? Process.
Whoa. I got what looks like two sets of prints.
Ballpark in a size ten from the house. And what looks like a... size 12, possibly from the pool.
There were definitely two guys here, Griss. Now we just need to figure out if one of them was Mr. Newman. Hey, fellas. Looks like the husband pulled a Clark Kent and left all his clothes behind. Couldn't have gone far. I got his wallet, credit card and keys. ( water sloshing ) You hear that? What is that? Oh, yeah, it's the pool. It's been doing it all night. Sounds like it's clogged. Did someone check this pool? Uh, first officer said it was clear. Does that pool look clear to you?
Uh... no.
One of you guys is going in. No.
( clears throat ) I'll go in the pool.
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Oh, man! Male d.b.
You have dinner yet? Yeah. Why? You might be seeing it again. ( siren wailing ) Mandy Kirk. Seventeen. Seventeen. Senior. Janitor found her. Hi, David. Hey. Hi, David. Hey.
Eviscerated. Maybe a wild animal. They picked up a mountain lion last week in Henderson. Suburbs are encroaching on the hinterlands. We'll know more after the autopsy. It's a cheerleader. She had to have good lungs. How come nobody heard her scream?
Didn't have to do much of a "Y." Attack did it for me. Died of exsanguination. Bled out. Trauma to her internal organs. Spleen, liver, heart, they all sustained multiple mastications. Hmm. You able to isolate the species? From the tooth mark on her left ninth rib.
Dog, maybe? Teeth marks are too small for a mountain cat. They're human. You're lying.
You can see the bridgework on this impression of a premolar and an adjoining molar. Can you tell how old the attacker is? Well, I can't give you the exact age, but wisdom teeth erupt between 16 and 30. And there's no evidence of a wisdom molar on this impression. Thanks.
Oh, one more thing. I found an infection in the mucus overlying the large intestine. This girl suffered from the E. coli bacteria. E. coli? Unsanitary conditions? Or a bad burger. So, whoever did this to her also has E. coli. Oh, yeah. Spiked temp, vomiting, lower GI problems, the works. Smoking gun.
( vacuum whooshing ) MAN: Let it go!
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I mean, I don't get it. She's not even slated to work, she comes in on her day off, and she gets to work solo. You still harping on the solo thing? You know every time you work with me, you learn something. ( chuckling ) Is that right? Yeah. I live here. Why can't I go in? I want to see my father. I'm Cal's ex-wife, Jeri Newman, and this is our son Max. We have the right to an answer. And we have a right to protect the crime scene. What's going on? I can't tell you anything until I get all the details. I'm-I'm sorry. Catherine? Can I have a moment, please?
We need someone to identify the body. Ms. Newman. Would you come with me, please? What about me? Uh, no, honey. You stay right here.
No skin separation. Minimal gaseous buildup. This guy's been in here under 12 hours. According to his office, he left work at 1:00. It's about right.
What is that, some kind of filter? It's an anti-vortex filter. Hey, I'm from Jersey. We swim at the shore. It's designed to keep his hand out of that pipe. But it's missing a few screws.
Ms. Newman, is this your ex-husband?
( crying ): It's Cal.
Virtual tour. Right on, Archie. Before and after photos of the crime scene. ( imitating Elvis Presley ): Thank you. Thank you very much. I got this off the hard drive from the computer you recovered at the crime scene. Looks like a Peter Croft sculpture. Hmm. You know your art. You a collector? What? On my salary? Guggenheim's as close as I get to something like that. Oh, I haven't been yet. Really? Well, if you want a tour, I know a docent. A docent. So, you think that's legit? House like this, probably not a knock-off. You'd be surprised. The rich go cheap to stay rich, know what I mean? Yeah. Let me show you the after photos. Please. Same spot. And, uh, what happened to the sculpture? Good question. You saying somebody lifted it? Well, they don't call them open houses for nothing. Put your house on the market, your privacy's up for grabs, too. The Newmans unlocked their door to anybody with Internet access.
Soccer bunnies? What are soccer bunnies? Well, each cheerleader is assigned a soccer player. She's his bunny. Gives him gifts the night before the big game, places his wake-up call. Sounds sexual. Yeah, that's what I asked the principal, but he said no. He said that, uh, it's all good, clean fun. Gifts are inspirational videos like, uh, Rocky and wake-up calls are pep talks, nothing more. Yeah, well, I'm not sure the principal's up to speed on teenagers' sexual habits. Yeah, well, victim Mandy was soccer bunny to a Chuck Darwell. And when I called him on his cell this morning, he said that he hooked up with Mandy after every game except last night. Said he hadn't seen her last night. He in class? Hospital. Got rushed there two minutes ago. ( school bell rings ) I bet I know why.
ROBBINS: No surprise here. He drowned. We found his right hand caught in the pool filter. ROBBINS: Lack of bruising, no bleeding wounds. Indicates his circulatory system had stopped. This was postmortem.
Any significance to the marks on his chest? Uh, don't know. Not a rash. Some kind of abrasion. Maybe even a friction burn. Definitely perimortem. X-rays reveal several broken ribs and he's got a bruise on his forehead. He could have taken a bad fall. Or he could have been beaten. Maybe. How about the new wife?
No physical findings for sexual assault, though I did send a kit to DNA. Looks like cause of death was a single gunshot to the head. I'll know more later. You always tell me that. Yes, I do. Depth of bruising gives us a timeline. Apparent thumbprint on her neck came first, the, uh, prints on her hands second. Major impression on top. It's some kind of recoil bruise on her palm.
She didn't shoot herself. ( screaming and gunshot ) She had help.
Of course, no house is complete without a pool.
Why live in Vegas if you don't have a pool?
Mm, water's warm. Want to come by and take a dip? Quite the saleswoman.
Come on, jump... It's got to be a fantasy of yours, huh? Huh, double feature.
You know you want this. STOKES: Blam. You can say that again. Blam. Down, boys.
I probably shouldn't even be saying this, but, uh... sex is on my mind all the time. Hey, Archie, freeze it. And, uh... Who's that in the background? STOKES: Hmm? Oh, that guy in the mirror. Good. Archie, help us out. Yup, I got him.
BRASS: Hey, this is the broker. I just did a background check on that guy. Half a dozen robberies in the houses he has listed. Art, antiques, stuff like that. Like the Peter Croft sculpture. Exactly. STOKES: Looks like Augie was helping himself to a little bit more than the artwork.
SIDLE: I understand, Mr. Darwell. Have your son's wisdom teeth come in yet? What? Whoever killed Amanda Kirk ingested her organs, Mr. Darwell. Left teeth marks. Excuse me. Hi, uh, Chuck, I'm with the crime lab. I'm going to ask you to show me your back teeth. Give us an odontological impression. I didn't see Mandy last night, I swear. DARWELL: You have no legal right to question or to touch my son. I want you out of here. Now. Is that stomach contents? That's right, Officer.
Anything he threw up no longer belongs to him. PD, public domain. It's going to tell us everything we need to know. Look, anyone could have lifted that Peter Croft. I thought this was about murder. WILLOWS: Oh, it is. ( cell phone rings ) Excuse me. Yeah? Hey, yeah... Hey, can I call you back? Okay, then. Bye-bye. I'm sorry. Where were we? The tape. It wasn't anybody's face on that tape; it was your face. I recorded their house for the virtual tour. That's what I do to sell houses. Selling houses as a front for porno, a little blackmail on the side. What are you talking about? I have done nothing wrong. Oh, you're innocent in all this? I admit to having lust in my heart. Lust doesn't live in your heart.
I'm going to need that DNA sample. Well, my DNA is your DNA. Great. Look, for what it's worth, I can tell you at least one guy other than her husband that saw Monica in the buff on a weekly basis. Say, "Ah." Ah. BROWN: You must get a lot of ass on a job like this, huh? I'm the pool guy. It's one of the perks of the job. One minute I'm scooping leaves, the next I'm staring at... Yeah, I get it.
The last time you were there, did you happen to see anything out of the ordinary? What? You mean sexual? Maybe. No. But, uh... Newman had a temper. He and his kid Max were always going at it. What are these, huh? Where did you get these?! I thought the old man was going to beat his ass, but... Newman just screamed some more and took off. You mind if I take a look in your cab? Sure.
Well, that's a coincidence. Newman's anti-vortex filter was missing three screws. I can explain, okay? I remove them screws from the filter so I'd have an excuse to go back. Oh, you mean, like, a "leave-behind"? Yeah. I figured the more I was around... The more she'd want you. Oh, yeah. Well, the lab wants more of you, too. We're going to need your fingerprints and a DNA sample. Take whatever you want. I've got nothing to hide.
GRISSOM: Anything from the pool? Some hairs, I may have found a filling.
Tributyltin oxide, aluminum sulfate, quaternary ammonium. Chemicals in the vic's lungs match the chemicals in the pool water. Anything from his head wound? Trace matches the side of the pool. No surprises.
Mildew. Hmm? Aureobasidium pullulans. One of the very few fungi that can withstand the desert temperature. Gives us possible transfer. GRISSOM: Exactly. And here's the basic chemistry of the transfer: Add sugar water spoiled from the heat, mix in some human biofilm, you got yourself an all-you-can-eat mildew buffet.
Cal Newman wore size tens. So, assuming our killer wore the size 12's... He may have transferred mildew from the pool to the house. Normally I don't like to speak ill of the dead, but, uh, Mr. Newman's sperm had company. Bad company. Look at D7. Three alleles. Genetics only gives you one from each parent. Which can only mean one thing: Menage d'allele. She was cheating on her husband. What about stutter? Percentage is too high. We're looking at a minor and a major sample. Minor donor? The husband. Major donor? Pool man. Nope. The broker? Ibid. Major donor is still unaccounted for.
BROWN: How's it coming? STOKES: Good. I'm almost there. Hang on.