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呢個係我食過最好食嘅墨西哥卷。我為你哋兩個開心。做咩呀，又惹嬲咗Ecklie呀？呢單係撞車走佬案。我以為係Greg Sanders嚟添。我哋忙到爆。個個都有單案跟緊。呢架係咪Fiero？係呀，舊款Fiero。搞到人有啲懷念「Members Only」外套添。總之，架Hummer喺單程路逆線行駛。個Fiero司機算好彩，仲喺度。冇人見到司機落車。揸十萬蚊車嘅人通常唔會走佬㗎。咁你明顯未見過啲假釋出嚟嘅rapper啦。
胎痕形狀顯示係加速。
踩盡油門。可能係走佬。或者係偷車遊車河。門上有紅色污跡。有人手上有血。
咁至少我哋知道司機一樣嘢。
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（電話響）TREMONT：罪案化驗所，有咩可以幫到你？Sara，我只係想話你知，我哋沖涼嗰陣，我乜都冇見到。真係？天啊，我乜都見到晒。
TREMONT：Grissom先生，警察啱啱打嚟。話你單撞車走佬案嗰架Hummer，今晚早啲俾人搶咗。
係呀，係我哋架Hummer... 不過得廿分鐘咋。我哋... 我哋抽獎抽返嚟嘅。咁發生咩事？突然間，有個肥佬走出嚟... 肥佬？！
唔係，係講緊你。我咩呀？肥佬... 咁，你點睇呀，Shaw太太？搶車嗰個細路係瘦嘅。可能佢冇我咁大份，但佢 definitely 係肥。我打你㗎。佢唔係。佢拉咗我出車！佢瘦到成條竹籤咁！
係呀... 根據證人口供，搶車嗰個人企喺欄杆嗰邊。
我哋離車禍現場大約三個街口？係呀。呢個 neighborhood 真係正。
（遠處警笛聲）
（車胎尖叫聲）喂，大佬！我冇做過嘢！放開我！想偷我嘢，你個賤種！今次我終於可以攞返公道！你要坐監！你要坐監！你只係個 racist。BRASS：停手。呢個人同搶車撞人走佬案嘅疑犯描述吻合。喂，大佬，我只係偷咗支40，唔係車，得唔得？係呀，得... One Cent，我哋走。
所以個細路否認搶Hummer。話自己從未上過。我哋喺波棍同喺後巷搵到嘅頭帶上嘅血同佢嘅吻合。佢又瘦，同其中一個描述吻合。我會起訴佢。HODGES：你喺Hummer安全氣袋收集到嘅油漬，諷刺咁講，就係油。更準確啲，係豬油。似乎有組織纖維混入咗。實際上係幾種唔同類型，所以我做咗ELISA測試去區分。豬肉、牛肉、雞肉，同埋可能有人肉。真係好味道。全部都煮過，所以我懷疑拎唔到DNA。
你諗緊咩？墨西哥卷。（滋滋聲）Hola。Hola。雞肉、牛肉定豬肉呀，老細？Los carnitas，唔該。Carnitas。喂，你最近呢度有冇麻煩？尋日有少少爭執。我搞得掂。
喂，阿伯，俾錢出嚟！
（尖叫）點解唔報警？呢啲小事麻煩你哋？（冷笑）我都後生過。嗰班友只係需要有人教訓吓。俾你。
Gracias。Denada。噢，呢餐我請。Muchas gracias。
（自動撥號聲）Jim，我哋要返去醫院。我哋搵緊個燒傷病人。
Lawrence Lafontaine，你被捕。Vern出賣我？唔係，係個墨西哥卷。
我嗰頭人人都識嗰個賣墨西哥卷嘅。俾佢個老嘢打仲要冇還手？認真㗎，停啦，喂！
大佬，真係好痛。嚟，你冇事啦？唔好咁細路仔啦。我要啲藥——我唔係話去醫院嗰啲。咁你慢慢玩啦。我要報仇。Vern縮沙咗，想當冇事發生過。我唔會。所以你偷Hummer係為咗報仇。我知我哋應該問路㗎。
落車，大佬！喂喂喂！快啲落車！
（車胎尖叫聲）
等我搞清楚，Larry。一個阿伯唔俾你搶佢啲錢，你就搶架Hummer想撞佢個墨西哥卷檔？
可能啦。
我覺得呢個係我哋聽過最蠢嘅嘢。
（Sanders倒轉講嘢）
係海邊別墅、滑雪小屋、頂級辦公室、你路上嘅屋企... 各位先生女士，Daluca Motorcoaches好榮幸介紹G-4700！（歡呼聲）
先生們。喂。呢度發生咩事？Lisa Schumacher，29歲。呢層冇閉路電視，啲保安都唔記得最後一次見到佢係幾時。係個展會女郎。咩話？你知啦，模特兒、脫衣舞孃或者 showgirl，喺展會賺外快。有死亡時間未？
根據屍斑，大約凌晨4點。下唇撕裂傷。頸部有挫傷。
眼瞼有瘀點。即係俾人打咗幾巴，然後勒死。可能中間仲有強姦。呢度呢啲痕跡。
唔似血。
指甲下面可能有頭髮碎片同皮膚。佢有反抗。對我哋嚟講係好事。
（模糊嘅無線電通訊）（人群低語）
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（折斷拭子）
所以先叫「休旅車」。ROBBINS：死因係手動勒頸導致窒息。兇手用咗遠超需要嘅力度。頸部肌肉有出血。甲狀軟骨角同舌骨骨折。你有冇做濕片檢查？有。喺陰道搵到活動精子。Warrick喺現場搵到幾個用過嘅安全套。兇手可能用晒，然後開始無套。我唔肯定佢有冇插入。陰道冇創傷。足以排除強姦？係。精液喺一個唔似陰莖插入嘅深度搵到。呢個案得幾吋深。可能兇手只得咁多可以用。女人：而家，係我哋期待已久嘅時刻。全新Hummer嘅得主係... Kyle Shaw！（尖叫）噢！天啊！老公，我哋贏咗。嘩！喂，我有成70個女仔喺呢個展會做嘢。攤位女郎、招客員、主持人、講解員、示範員、翻譯。你要咩都得。我哋只係對Lisa Schumacher有興趣。佢係我其中一個女仔。我代表佢。人哋叫佢「Cris」，好似香檳Cristal咁。佢好鍾意飲。佢鍾意玩？佢鍾意賺錢。玩嘅女仔先賺到錢。呢度唔係洛杉磯，朝早10點起身 audition。朝早10點，我啲女仔仲喺Drai's同客玩緊。呢單係咩事？佢今朝俾人發現死咗。唔係掛。佢喺嗰邊做緊Daluca個 account。你冇聽過？呢度有200萬平方呎展覽場地。4萬人。呢度係個迷你城市。架RV展覽喺對面。我收到風話10點關門。你知唔知佢點解收工後仲喺度？佢喺攤位後面做嘢，把口冇停過。唔可以再叫佢著比堅尼。佢開始大年紀。30歲，噢噢。（笑）我冇特別留意。Donny。你遲到。又未換衫。搞咩呀，女？！唔好咁啦，Donny，我今朝好黑仔。你覺得你慘？Cris死咗。天啊。
呢行好難做。
Hodges...（鏗鏘聲）你想點？你做緊咩？我搵緊漏水。叫設施部。你拎到我結果未？如果你知呢啲喉管生咗咩嘢，你會同我一樣跪喺度。結果呀，Hodges，我俾你嘅拭子？Lisa Schumacher手指尖嗰啲？
好。我搵到幾種物質。Nonoxynol-9殺精劑。殺精劑。即係佢掂過安全套。仲有PVP、山梨醇、卡波姆、羥丙基纖維素——可能係髮膠。佢指甲下面有皮膚，可能抓過襲擊者嘅頭皮。唔係我嘅工作。最後，死者手指、胸口同膊頭嘅橙啡色物質：即時美黑乳液。Hmm。喺架RV度搵到四個工作證記錄。Dana Simmons、Candice Mosti、Lane Kelly，同你嘅死者Lisa Schumacher。29歲就過氣。唔好話我知你講笑。（笑）呢個城市標準唔同。
BROWN：俾我睇吓。（㩒掣）
似乎Lisa有個室友。
所以架RV有我指紋。好，我有時會做嗰個展覽。唔係得指紋令你難睇，係你。你室友死咗幾個鐘之後你就抽獎送Hummer？我應該點做？我冇錢，車保又到期。你手臂上係咩？係咪美黑乳液？
忘記搽勻掛。你咁精嘅女仔會唔記得搽勻美黑乳液？我唔信。好笑嘅係，你女朋友Lisa身上都有美黑乳液痕跡。你哋尋晚一齊？Donny叫我哋收工後陪Mr. Daluca。你同Lisa？我、Lisa、Dana同Lane。
你哋只係「出去」？唔好啦。我唔係妓女。我只係做呢啲展會。所以當好似Mr. Daluca咁嘅大豪客嚟到，俾啲錢我哋陪吓，我冇問題。「陪吓」去邊？我哋喺Fix食飯。去Mix玩。賭咗少少。然後佢帶我哋返展覽中心。醉晒又好色。噢！好。邊個先上車？（Daluca笑）如果我想要你咁後生嘅，我會搞我老婆。（笑）一個價錢，係咪？係。（喊）我盡快走咗。搭的士返屋企。Daluca有冇對佢粗魯？我冇見到。佢連掂都唔想掂佢。真係？因為我哋喺安全套搵到Lisa嘅DNA。我走嗰陣，Daluca忙緊同Dana同Lane，Lisa鎖咗自己喺廁所。呢個係我最後一次見到佢。男人：你想要我指紋？我DNA？喂，大佬，我嚟度假咋。提供DNA樣本可以幫你排除嫌疑。自願定法庭命令，你揀。我DNA一定喺嗰女仔身上，但唔係我放嘅，係佢自己。呢個女人好似過期牛奶咁變壞，佢想搵出路。（喊）（遠處有音樂）
你仲喺度？
你個八婆。（喊）你個八婆！佢將我個仔放喺佢個肚入面，嘿，快啲退休計劃。我諗唔到男人殺女人有更好理由。如果我殺咗佢，你覺得我會放佢喺自己架RV，然後喺我主持嘅揭幕儀式上展示？
你唔信我，去問展會當局。我話咗佢哋知佢想做咩。呢次係我最後一次請呢啲妓女做 show。係... 係，我好清楚Butterfield Academy嘅私隱政策，但呢單係謀殺... 安全套上全部係Daluca嘅嘢。你聽呢個，其中一個，兩面都有佢嘅DNA同佢嘅表皮細胞。咁好似將襪反轉咁。不過都支持佢嘅講法。咁佢指甲下面嘅表皮細胞呢？同Daluca唔吻合。咁我哋去邊？我仲未做完。
坐低，Donny。
你用咩髮膠？我覺得唔啱你髮質。好好笑。你做緊咩？唔好郁。
你頭頂呢啲抓傷點嚟？可能係抓頭。我成日諗嘢。我話你知你諗緊咩。你諗緊Lisa點樣激嬲你個最好嘅客。同埋會令你損失幾多生意。
你殺咗佢，Daluca孭鑊。你贏晒。Lisa係個冇用嘅人。舊聞。我點會為咗個零蛋冒險？就係因為呢個原因，因為佢對你嚟講係「冇用」。好故事。你喺你啲法證期刊搵到？唔係，但當我對到你DNA，我會確保你上封面。鎖佢。
♪ ♪（Brown倒轉講嘢）（Stokes倒轉講嘢）
（歡呼聲）
（門鈴響）喂，Paul，係Gwen。
嚟啦，寶貝。開門俾我。同我操練。
男人：死者係Paul Charles，28歲。競技健美選手同私人教練。門全部鎖咗，窗關晒。冇強行進入跡象。
呢個人係自戀嘅典範。
可能所以佢哋先攻擊塊面。
Gwen，你嚟到嗰陣有冇見到其他人喺附近？冇，Paul cut咗啲客，專心備戰Mr. Las Vegas。下個月就係，佢好想今次贏。佢取消咗我最後兩次訓練。咁你點解唔搵第二個教練？如果佢再取消，我就會。你同Paul有冇發生過關係？得一次。上個月。
嚟啦，感受吓。嚟啦，你要想要。嚟啦。
我話你知我想要咩。
做咩事？佢話頭痛。但佢練得好辛苦，可能只係攰。或者係基佬。我唔知。我唔 care。佢躺喺張凳上，流晒汗，用晒啲肌肉推重量，喺我隔籬... 真係好鼓舞。無論你點練大，總有人更大。可能就係呢樣嘢令佢哋繼續。好似Freud話：「解剖學就係命運。」你覺得Freud會點講呢個係兇器？
SIDLE：兇手唔需要同佢一樣大隻。可以係細粒嘅人，或者女人。只需要啱嘅武器、槓桿作用、同偷襲。
死者係發育良好嘅白種男性。肌肉似乎肥大。估吓？
鈍力創傷。冇瘀傷。可能係死後打擊。等我哋查清楚。
（快門聲）
床頭櫃有9毫米手槍，床邊有針筒。嘩。可能死者自己都有用開。槓鈴同啞鈴上冇血
That's good. Present on the bilateral buttocks are multiple fine punctures, with some surrounding faint purple ecchymosis.
Laceration noted at the base of the scalp. Uh, loss of blood from that laceration is significant but non-fatal.
( grinding )
( bone snaps )
Crime lab; how can we help you?
Sara, I just want you to know, when we were in the shower, I didn't see anything. Really? Gosh, I saw everything.
ROBBINS: The black pus suggested a possible infection from an airborne agent. I took the precaution to get you out until Hazmat cleared the scene. Yeah, thanks a lot. ( clearing throat ) Uh, what did they find? Actually, it's what I found-- mucormycosis, a disease caused by exposure to rhizopus oryzae, a kind of mold. Did you say rhizopus oryzae? Mm-hmm. We spent hours in that house. You're not at risk. You both have healthy immune systems. I suspect that's not the case with your vic. Copy that. Trace on the syringes was Deca-Durabolin, Sustanon and Oxandrolone. Steroids. That guy was "stacking" to get bigger. HODGES: Immune suppression is a common side effect. So, how does a mold infection make it look like someone smashed him across the face? His face collapsed from the inside. Mucor causes deterioration of the bones around the sinuses and eye sockets. You remember the swollen eyeball? The pus was pushing it out, while the bones that held it in place were getting eaten away. The airborne mold spores enter the nasal cavity and they consume sinus tissue as they multiply.
So, his compromised immune system wasn't strong enough to fight the spread of the infection. That's right. Sick. And what's even more sick is that rhizopus oryzae likes to grow on human tissue. Mold grows outward as spores reproduce and are carried away from the source. If we can pinpoint the source of the human tissue, that should tell you something.
Whew! We have got to be getting close to the source. Hit the lights.
SANDERS: Here? A whole lot of blood. We're getting warmer.
Looks like we found the source of the mold. SANDERS: Okay. So, how does human tissue get inside a wall? Good question.
SIDLE: There's a hole in the air duct.
A bullet hole... Looks like a nine mil. Same as the handgun I found in the bedroom. Copper-jacketed. Good penetrating power. Somebody was shot here. ( woman screaming ) ( gunshot ) Bullet pushed blood and tissue through the wall. Water from the pipe leak fed the mold growth. SANDERS: Eventually, the mold released spores, which spread through the house AC, and right on up into muscle-head's nose. We ran the phone numbers from the vic's planner. Everybody checked out, except for a woman named Tiffany. No last name? Well, Tiffany is actually a street name for Angela Wheeler, known prostitute. Her family reported her missing last month. Well, anyone who appears this narcissistic may prefer paying for hookers rather than wasting his love on a girlfriend. And as we know, in addition to immune suppression and heart and liver disease, steroid abuse can also cause shrunken testicles, impotence and aggression-- "roid rage."
Oh, baby, looks like you have one muscle that isn't hard. You think that's funny, bitch?!
So, if the DNA from the tissue on the bullet matches Tiffany... We have a sample? A DNA reference sample was collected from her apartment in the initial investigation. Mia's on it.
Very good. This is just like that Edgar Allen Poe story where the victim's heart under the floorboards betrays the murder. "The Tell-Tale Heart." I thought you didn't like reading the classics. I do when they're about dismembered bodies.
( Sidle speaking in reverse ) ( Sanders speaking in reverse)
Move over Chester, my dogs are barking. Come on, now, move over a little bit. Let me sit down. Chester, damn! It's not me. Why don't you put your shoes back on?
Oh, sweet Lord.
Kid can't be more than 12 or 13. You think he's homeless? Jeans are a little nice for a homeless kid. Check his veins and do a SART kit anyway. Can you ballpark a T.O.D.? Sure.
Well, he's just developing rigor, so, I'd say dead no more than eight hours. This is a busy line-- buses, traffic... And nobody noticed him? Maybe be hasn't been here the whole time. Could explain the blanket. Body dump.
Hey, Chester, you been taking that thing off road again? Nah, mud screws up the ride. I bet you always get a bad cart at the store, huh? Not me. Thanks, guy.
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Sir, all I'm asking for is your class roster. Ye... Yes, yes, I'm very aware of Butterfield Academy's privacy policy, but this a homicide investigation. Daluca's all over the condoms. And get this, on one of them... Sir, please, court orders take time. You could help me identify this boy tonight.
Okay. No, no, no. I understand your position. Thanks.
ROBBINS: Whatever happened to this boy wasn't pretty. First- and second-degree burns on several areas of exposed skin. What about the burn to the face? Could that be from an iron? ROBBINS: It's a possibility. He sustained several hematomas along his arms, together with a nasty skull fracture. I'm thinking child abuse. Skull fracture what killed him? No. Positional asphyxia. Check out his eyes. Heat damage. To all the respiratory mucosa, as well. I'd say this kid was in a small, hot space for quite a while. Closet with a radiator, boiler room... Shake and bake. WILLOWS: Oh, Nick? Yeah. I heard you were looking for the student directory for Butterfield Academy. Yeah. Yeah. How'd you get this? I talked to the headmaster. He wouldn't give me jack. I pay tuition. Your daughter goes to Butterfield? Mm-hmm. Wow. That's a little pricy. She was at a crossroads and I, uh, needed to put her in a school with tighter reins. You know, when it comes to your kids, you, uh, find the money. Yeah. You looking for a prom date? ( laughs ) No. I'm trying to I.D. a victim. Thanks for this. Good luck. Thank you.
( birds singing )
( doorbell chimes ) STOKES: Oh. Hi there. I've been ringing the bell. Sorry. I was sleeping. No school today? I'm sick. The whole house is sick. Oh, gosh. Okay. Uh, well, my name's Nick Stokes. I'm with the Las Vegas Police Department, and, uh, this is pretty important. Parents around? No. Uh, they're not home. Do you have their cell phone or work numbers handy?
Okay, they're skiing in Vail. What are you gonna do, arrest me for having a kegger? No, not exactly. Um... how old are you?
What's going on, babe? Just go... What? How old is he? My father's a lawyer, so I probably shouldn't be talking to you. You have a brother? Chase? Yeah, Chase. Is, uh... is he around? No, he spent the night at his friend Andy's house. Is that the last time you saw him? I don't know. Do you have a picture of your brother I can take a look at? Yeah. Would you get that for me, please? Thank you.
Um... I'm gonna need your parents' contact information if you don't mind, in Vail, okay?
Your Chase's best friend, Andy. I need to know what happened last night. Andy was supposed to sleep over at Chase's, but Chase wasn't feeling well, so Andy came home early instead. Ma'am, please, I need to hear Andy's version. Okay? Go ahead, Andy. I told my mom I was sleeping at Chase's house, and he told his sister we were sleeping at my house. Where were the Ryans?
They were in Vail.
We just wanted to see a high school party. And did you? Some of it. ( loud music and chatter )
This tastes horrible. Just keep drinking. It must get better. Jackie caught us. Made us leave. We promised to go to my house. We didn't. We went to this arcade, played a few games, and then I walked home. What about Chase? He stayed there, playing the games.
Talk to me, Goose. Well, according to tox, junior was a boozer. BAC three times the legal limit. Yeah, the, uh, teenage sister had a kegger. How old were you when you first got drunk? Oh, 16, 17. Amortized over a generation, 12's about right? So your saying, two generations from now, four-year-olds are just gonna be getting trashed? Pre-school graduation parties are going to be off the hook. Mm. But Chase's party was just getting started. Tape lifts were a cornucopia. Hairs: Caucasoid, Mongoloid, Negroid. And feline and canine. As for fibers, we have cotton, wool, polyester, and someone brought Lycra. Transfer from the blanket? No. I tested that. It came back clean. Okay. What about the, uh, the gack in the guy's hair? Melted vulcanized rubber and thermoplastic elastomers. From the sole of your average athletic shoe. Hmm. What's hot, cramped, and full of other people's hair? As I've often said, that's your job.
( mechanical whirring )
Excuse me. You the manager? Yeah. Yeah. Uh, I was taking my laundry to the car, and the cart locked up on me. Yup. We got this fancy system 'cause people steal 'em.
I'm the only one with a remote.
So... I spend all day unlocking 'em. ( laughs ) Which one is it? Murder? STOKES: A 12-year-old boy died in one of your dryers the other night. You trying to tell me you don't know anything about it? Couple of kids were playing around the' mat, making trouble. I chased them out. What happened after that... I don't know. That's it?
I don't buy it, Jared. I don't. You know why? Your fancy carts. And I know that no cart leaves that parking lot unless somebody presses the magic button. And I also matched tires treads. Someone... wheeled one of your carts through wet grass... ( clears throat ) ...and dumped a dead 12-year-old boy on a bus bench. Okay, look, I'm supposed to be on duty the whole time.
But this customer-- he was gettin' all pissed off. Look at this, look at this! See what it did to my vest. I have to go to work in this. I demand justice! Hey, will you get the hell out of here? So I went next door. Had to get the smell of detergent out of my nose. Bought a Yoo-hoo. I came back to check on things.
I didn't know if he was dead or not.
Bus bench. Hospital. I could see how you could make the mistake. You have any idea what the liability would be on something like that? Uh-uh. But I'll let you know. I was just hoping that somebody would find him and take care of him. Hey... you found him.
You put him in the dryer. Mm-mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Chase can't even lock himself inside those things. They lock from the outside. And I matched your print on the handle. I got it off your school's safe kit.
He asked me to. ( laughing ): Whoa! Dude!
Come on, turn it on! Turn it on!
And after that, it gets a little fuzzy.
You put your best friend in a... in a dryer, and you turned it on, and you just walked away? What is wrong with you?
Tough shift, huh? Just another day in paradise.
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