Previously on CSI: I've got an assault at Stripperama and a trash run at Flamingo and Koval. Boy better flip a coin. I'll hurt you. Heads. BROWN: Have fun at the trash run.
Lab's only got one case tonight. - Why'd you bag that? - I didn't. - That's not Nick's evidence. - Maybe it's a message. Nick could be anywhere from Green Valley to Seven Hills to Arizona. Guy comes in here with a packae with no return address. It's about Nick. MAN ( on recorder ): Hi, CSI guy. You wondering why you're here? Because you followed the evidence. ( screaming ) I don't think he knows we can see him. If they're going to keep him alive for 12 hours, it must mean that he's going to have additional air supply. GRISSOM: The feed stays active for two minutes every time you press the "Watch" button. BROWN: I say we keep the light on. I got called out to a pickup on Viking Circle. I just found an abandoned package with some cash taped to it. Yeah, the address was a waste of time. The guy probably picked the house at random 'cause he knew we'd chase it. Has Nick's family been informed? That would be my job. We're not sure who has your son. What the hell do you know? Aw, Poncho. What the hell you got yourself into? The City of Las Vegas is not going to finance a ransom. I need a million dollars and I need it now. If you're coming to me like a cop with a tin cup in your hand, the answer is no. If the press finds out about this, it'll look like Sam Braun bribed the lab. You got a better plan, I'm all ears! MAN: What does Nick Stokes mean to you? Does your soul die every time you push that button? Welcome to my world.
( indistinct police radio transmissions )
Pupils are even. He blew himself up and left us with nothing. Sir, are you experiencing any ringing in your ears? We got the kidnapper's truck. Nevada tags: 374-Robert-Charlie-David. Run the plate. That's the wrong box, Greg. Well, pick one. There's three. That one right there. Give me a break. I haven't done this before. All right, let's go over it again. The diagnostic unit gets attached to that black box, which gives us the mileage of his last trip. Like an airplane. That gives us the radius for the search area. - Right. - Got it.
23 miles... and we know he was heading east on the 215. I'll get a map.
Somebody bag this money, please? Don't get any funny ideas, either.
( sighs ) What I had to do to get this money and for what.
There's no I.D. on him.
( indistinct radio transmission )
I got a thumb.
SINGER: ♪ Who are you? ♪ ♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪ ♪ Who are you? ♪ ♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪ ♪ I really wanna know ♪ ♪ Who are you? ♪ ♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ ♪ Come on, tell me who are you, you, you ♪ ♪ Oh, you! ♪
How's he doing?
Hard to say. About the same, I guess.
I'm gonna get some coffee. Yeah.
( air fan goes on )
( beep ) ( sighs ) Enough with the... Enough with the damn light! ( panting ) ( sighs )
( low whirring )
( sighs ) ( low humming )
No.
The fan's connected... The fan's connected to the light. ( sighs ) ♪ ♪
♪ ♪
( sighs )
( air fan stops ) No.
( panting )
( groans softly )
( panting )
( groans ) ( panting )
What are you doing, Nicky?
( groans )
What are you doing, Nicky?
Don't do it, Nicky!
( gunshots, groan ) You son of a bitch!
( Nick laughing ) ( panting ) ( laughing ) ( sighs, panting )
( laughing ) Oh.
You're still alive.
JOHNSON: The light and the fan must have been running off the same battery. Well, at least Nicky's keeping it together. That's good. What about the Web cam trace? Signal's running through an anonymizer. Different ISP each time we click the button. I think I've got a handle on the pattern. Getting closer. ( water splashing )
Sara? I got something off your thumb.
So when you struck out on prints, I ran DNA through CODIS, hoping maybe the guy was in the system off an open case or a prior felony. I got no straight-up match, but... But you got a moderate stringency match for a Kelly Gordon. Yeah, seven alleles in common, and based on the age, I'd say it was his daughter. Good work, Mia.
SIDLE: Kelly Gordon is currently in state prison serving year three of a five-year sentence for accessory to murder.
The address of her crime scene is 625 Viking Circle. That's the same place where the messenger picked up the package. It wasn't random.
Hey, baby, let's go.
Hi. How ya doin'?
( two gunshots ) Neither was the Styrofoam cup. So at trial, you testified that you went with your boyfriend to visit a buddy of his. And when you went in the house, your boyfriend blew the guy away. He wasn't my boyfriend. I knew the guy two weeks.
Why am I here? SIDLE: A Styrofoam cup with your DNA on it was found in that house. You claimed you dropped it running for your life.
My word against a cup, and the next five years, I'm being traded for cigarettes by my cell mate.
You're not reopening my case.
What do you want? Your father took it pretty hard. He was an aerospace engineer, right?
Good with explosives? So, this is about my dad? ( sighs ) You know, we got your visitors log.
Your father stopped coming to see you six weeks into your sentence.
Seeing your daughter turned into some... ...hood rat's lesbian sex slave can be rather emotional.
Why did he come see you last week? Did you know what he was planning to do? I don't know. What did he do? He kidnapped a friend of mine. A CSI. And then he blew himself up. Tried to take some cops with him.
How many did he get? Hey, we're all still here. - Nick is still missing. - Who's Nick? The CSI is still missing.
Do you know where he is?
That's pretty funny-- you guys not being able to find something. BRASS: Yeah, look, if you cooperate, we can get your sentence reduced.
You know what I used to do before this?
Back when I was alive?
I used to grow things. Outside.
I was studying horticulture.
Flowers. My cell mate, Trish, gave me one for Valentine's day.
Want to smell it?
I hope your friend dies.
♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas ♪ ♪ When the locals take the town ♪ ♪ Teresa hit a streak ♪ ♪ And laid her waitress apron down ♪ ♪ She was playing penny poker ♪ ♪ Over at the old Gold Spike ♪ ♪ She tired of Texas Hold 'Em ♪ ♪ So she switched to Let It Ride... ♪
( indistinct police radio transmissions )
Hey, I found a trigger wire. Maybe... once we reassemble all the components, we'll be able to tell where the bomb came from. - Maybe... - Yeah, maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe if we count up all the damn "maybes," maybe Nick will be alive!
You know what I'm saying?! Was that necessary? Never mind my clothes. Look at the evidence. Damn it.
Sorry, Greg. I'll go talk to him.
Hey, Warrick, hey.
Hey, how you holding up? - I'm not. - I know.
I just can't help but thinking that could have been me in that box, you know? We flipped a coin for that trash run. Hey, Nick is not inside a box because of the flip of a coin. If that was me, I would have... Hey, you know what? I know you. I don't believe that. - Okay? - No. You're wrong. I wouldn't have lasted this far.
Catherine, if something happens to Nick, if we don't bring him back in one piece... SANDERS: Hey, guys, come here. I found something.
Look at this.
There's something underneath there.
Oh, it's got an edge right here. All right. Another one over here. WILLOWS: Greg, get some crowbars.
Do you think Nick could be under here? I don't know, man. It would have to be at least six feet long. ( grunting )
Yeah, but if he buried him lengthwise-- and who's to say he didn't-- he could be. ( scraping, gravel falling )
Hey!
- I'm in here! - ( creaking ) Hey! ♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas ♪ ♪ When the locals take the town... ♪ ♪ Teresa hit a streak ♪ ♪ And laid her waitress apron down... ♪
I hit something. ( thumping with shovel ) ♪ She was playing penny poker ♪ ♪ Over at the old Gold Spike... ♪
I'm here. It's Plexiglas. - Nick! - Nick? Hey, I'm right here! WARRICK: Nick, hold on there, buddy!
Nick?
WILLOWS: It's a dog.
It's a dog. ( panting ) ( Plexiglas cracking ) ( cracking continues ) ( panting ) ( softly ): Stop, stop... ( cracking continues ) ( quietly ): Oh, my God.
( owl hooting ) ♪ ♪
( cracking, dirt slowly pouring )
( clicks recorder button ) My name is Nick Stokes.
If anyone... finds this tape, turn it in to the Las Vegas... PD. There should be a reward.
Mom, ( voice cracking ): Sisko... ...well, this is a lousy way to say good-bye, but it's all I got.
I love you. You raised me right... and I'm going to miss you.
As for the rest of you guys, I know you did the best you could to find me.
Grissom... ( no audible dialogue ) No, you never did, Nick.
He's going into convulsions. He's losing it.
What's going on? Wha...?
Wait a minute.
Ants.
My God, he's being eaten alive. ( agonized screaming )
( ants chittering )
( groaning )
( cloth tearing )
That's it, Nicky.
Stay still. They won't bite.
As much. This has got to be a prototype.
It was probably built to test how long he could keep somebody alive inside.
Now, what are those?
I don't know.
All right, based on this battery and what's running off of it, and the fact that we kept the damn light on for as long as we did, I figure Nick's got another 90 minutes left in there.
( beeps ) GRISSOM: Oh, come on, pal. Yeah.
That's it. Come on.
Little more.
Keep coming.
Show me what you're made of.
Come on, buddy.
Gotcha.
Solenopsis invicta. They're fire ants, very rare in Nevada. They don't like our soil. The only places you find them around Vegas are in plant and tree nurseries. There's 11 nurseries in the greater Las Vegas area. Okay, I've got the Web cam trace down to here. And the data from the black box in Walter Gordon's truck gave us a 23-mile travel radius. Okay, I've got two nurseries within the overlap area. Here and here. SIDLE: Wait, wait. wait, wait. Kelly Gordon, the daughter, worked with plants. Hold on. Hold on.
You guys, Nick is here. ( sirens blaring )
You said on the phone you had a fire ant mound. Where is it? People usually prefer to stay away from it.
All right, look. Fan out. Look for loose soil. Anything that might've been dug up recently. That's the whole place. ( indistinct shouting ) ( electronic humming )
( all talking )
( loud, squeaky static ) Hey! I'm picking up the Web cam transmitter. MAN: She's got something! Move! Move!
( beeping )
( thump )
( rapid beeping )
This is it! I found it! It's here. I found it! This is it!
Nick! Nick, we're here. Hang on! ( echoing ): Nicky! ( groaning )
( heart beating )
It's a damn shame they didn't get to him sooner. PHILLIPS: I sure will miss him.
You know, David, I've seen fire ant bites in my time, but never anything like this.
Do you think he suffered? Do I think he suffered? Yes. Definitely. ( laughing ) All right. ( clears throat ) On three. Uno, dos... - Tres! - Tres!
♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas... ♪ All right. Would you care to do the "Y" incision? Well, "Y" not? ♪ ...And laid her waitress apron down ♪ ♪ She was playing penny poker over at the old Gold Spike... ♪ ROBBINS: Mind your hands and feet. ( saw whirring )
♪ ...She rode it up the strip to where the flashy hotels are ♪ Yes... ♪ At first she hit a royal, not a dirty one this time... ♪ ( grunts ) He won't be needing this anymore. ( song continues ) Nice.
A lung. JUDGE STOKES: So, Doc. How did my son die? Anaphylactic shock? No, no, he didn't live long enough for that. - COD was asphyxiation. - Oh. When the blood oxygen drops to less than 16% and the CO2 builds up, there's a rapid loss of consciousness. Death within minutes. With no disfiguring physical findings. He'll look great at the funeral. Oh, yes. His mother will appreciate that. Good.
( heart beating ) Your son had a good heart.
( beeping )
( grunts ) ( sobbing )
( screams weakly )
( grunting ) I hit something.
WILLOWS: We got you, Nicky.
( grunts )
( screams weakly ) ( whimpering )
BROWN: Hey! Hey! We got you, man. Hey, Nicky! Nicky! Yeah. Hey, hold on there. Hey, put that down. Put that down. Put that down. We got you. We're gonna get you out of here. Hang in there.
Oh, my God. We need that fire extinguisher! Give me that fire extinguisher. These ants are getting at him, man. ( indistinct voices ) MAN: There's one over there. - MAN: Check there. - MAN: I'll grab it. MAN: Okay. Hurry up. Let's go. BROWN: Oh.
GRISSOM: Short bursts, Greg. Don't suffocate him!
Hang on, buddy. Hang on. Almost out of there. Get the paramedics!
BROWN: Hang on. Hang on. We're gonna kill those ants. Okay? ( mumbles indistinctly ) - Yeah. - ( phone rings ) Willows. - Yeah. Hey, boss... - WILLOWS: We found him. We're getting him out now. HODGES: That's great. Wai-Wait. Don't-Don't hang up. Just-just listen. What? What? Those dimples on the bottom of the prototype; GCMS found traces of SEMTEX on each one. You got to be kidding me. BROWN: One, two, three. WILLOWS: Everyone out of the hole. That box is ready to explode! Are you kidding? WILLOWS: Get out of there now! I'm not leaving without Nick. WILLOWS: There are charges under the box! BROWN: I'm not leaving here without him. GRISSOM: Warrick, Catherine's right. Get out of the hole now. I know what we're gonna do. Just trust me.
( screaming ) Help! We need 200 pounds of dirt over here right now, and we're gonna use that backhoe to get it.
( muffled screaming ) Nick! Can you hear me?
It's gonna take us a minute to get you out of there, okay? Nick!
Poncho! Listen to me.
Put your hand on my hand.
Good. Now listen. There may be explosives under the box.
They're probably set on pressure switches.
We need to equalize your body weight before we can pull you out, okay?
Poncho, nod your head if you understand me.
Okay, we're gonna use the dirt from the backhoe to equalize his weight. I need a rope and a caribiner. MAN: You got it. All right, Poncho, we're gonna open the lid and get you out, but I need you to stay lying down. Okay? Or else you'll blow us all up. Do you understand that? STOKES: Yeah, yeah. Do you promise?
Poncho, say, "I promise." STOKES: I promise. WILLOWS: Bring it over. This way.
Don't move.
( sobbing ) I got you, I got you, I got you... I got you... Stay still. Stay still.
( panting ): Okay, okay, okay. All right, bring that over.
Okay, Poncho, I want you to close your eyes and hold your breath.
Now!
Ready? Go!
( explosion )
♪ ♪
( indistinct voices ) over dispatch ) ( sighs ) I want my guys back.
♪ ♪
You the one?
Yeah. ( clears throat ) Yeah, back at you.
What do you want me to say?
I'm sorry? STOKES: No, you didn't do anything to me.
And what your dad did, I... I guess it's 'cause he loves you so much. Hey, Kelly. Kelly.
Pick it up.
In a few years... when you get out of here... don't take it with you.
That's it?
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
We're done.
( sighs ) ( chuckles softly ) That's it.
( quietly ): That's it.
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( door rattling )
( door shuts )
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