( hard rock intro )
* Well, I been watchin' while you been coughin' *
* I been drinkin' life while you been nauseous *
* So I drink to health while you kill yourself... *
You're not going to disappoint me, are you, ace?
* And I got just one thing that I can offer *
* Go and save yourself, take it out on me *
* Go and save yourself, take it out on me, yeah... *
( screams )
( shutter clicks )
No ID on him?
Jeans, T-shirt, Kmart socks.
Big spender.
He saved his pennies for the peeps.
Speed.
How old do you think the girl is?
( indistinct audio )
18, maybe 19.
( shutter clicks )
Just a kid.
So the weapon had to be long enough to penetrate
this backdoor to do damage, right?
Yeah.
The guy inside the booth
must have been pressing against the wall.
Poised to see paradise.
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Sharp force injuries.
Three knife strikes through the door.
Only two in the body.
That's all he needed I guess.
So, what about an ID, Alexx?
Nothing out of the ordinary.
So far.
Oof.
Bad teeth.
He looks Eastern European to me.
We'll post him in a couple of hours.
Okay.
You ever seen that video
Sexy Guns, Sexy Girls?
If you go into a booth
with that saw, you don't even have to take your clothes off.
You'd make a fortune in tips.
You're standing in my crime scene.
If you take the door, I got to close the booth.
Then close the booth.
Can't blame a guy for trying to make a living.
I hear you.
So what do we have?
Serrated blade, eight inches.
CAINE: With the strike wider at the top than the bottom.
DUQUESNE: Some sort of hunting knife.
Well, he was hunting.
The question becomes how did he know where to aim?
Wait a second.
What is this?
That looks recent, doesn't it?
Mm-hmm.
I'm taking the door with me.
Lot of people have been in this booth.
Everybody but a janitor.
Yeah.
Hey, check this out.
It's a hair.
Could be from a million guys.
Yeah, but look how thick it is.
And it's needle-pointed.
I don't think that's human.
Here's another one.
Must have found at least 20 of them.
Bet when you process his clothes, you'll find more.
Who's this guy been hanging out with?
Give me a hand, Horatio, please.
Sure.
( grunts )
T-shaped injuries.
CAINE: Which means the killer used a single-edged blade.
Any marks on the ribs?
Not the first one.
Slipped right between the ribs.
Punctured his left lung.
Filling the lungs with blood.
CAINE: Which he then spewed all over the Plexiglas.
Second stab chipped the fifth vertebrae
and severed his spinal cord.
There's your cause of death.
Lights out, my friend.
Plywood, two layers.
Blade didn't fragment.
Cheap door, good knife.
Mm-hmm.
I think I've narrowed it down to three.
Hmm.
Gryphon M35...
Recon...
With a tanto point.
Mm-hmm.
And Echelon MPT.
Thank you.
So...
was he military?
( rubber glove snaps )
Was he SWAT?
Well, in any case, it's weapon's grade
and whoever owns it, didn't get it to play mumblety-peg.
Or "I Spy."
Okay, so...
I'm about six feet tall
and that would make the killer roughly the same height.
He would probably place his left hand up here for support.
Making him right-handed.
And then lean in...
to hide what he was doing.
( music playing )
Now, people don't make a lot of eye contact
in a place like this, right?
So even if he was detected,
somebody might just think he was wasted.
Well, he definitely knew his way around the place.
There's a reason the Italians call it "little death."
( rock music plays )
So he came and went.
Came and went.
This a good place to kill somebody, isn't it?
( rock music plays distantly)
I'm not working.
I am.
One of the cops.
CSI.
Well, you came to the right place.
My whole life's a crime scene.
When are you going to arrest whoever's responsible
for me having this crappy job in this crappy town?
Do you, um, work the same shift, the same booth every night?
When I can get it.
It's in the back, out of the way.
Make more money when you give the guys a little extra.
Well, the guy they took out of here in a body bag
got extra, didn't he?
Forgive me if I'm not more surprised, but...
did you happen to notice what part of town we're in, slugger?
Oh, and by the way, that guy that got killed
I never saw him before.
That's what you were going to ask, right?
Actually, I was going to ask you if you work off the clock.
Is that an offer?
I'll take that as a yes.
Where you from?
Lake Leelanau.
Michigan.
Okay.
Only people from home know that
and...
I don't make you for a Wolverine.
Well, I spend a lot of time looking at maps.
You're a lot more fun than you look, you know?
All right, CSI,
what do you want me to say?
How about...
I won't go back.
Then again, you're paid
to tell men what they want to hear, right?
That's right.
We know it's not human.
Did you see that tall one?
At the peeps?
The medulla's fragmented.
DELKO: The index is less than one-third.
So, we're talking about a higher primate.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, did you ever date a stripper?
No, well, I wouldn't call it dating.
Gentlemen, what did we get?
Hairs from the victim.
Cortex to medulla ratio tells us it's from an ape.
Uh, maybe a chimp, maybe a gorilla.
Let's assume then that the victim
brought the hair to the party.
From where he works or lives.
Right, so let's check into zoos, animal shows, circuses,
anywhere where an Eastern European with bad teeth
could have access to an ape.
All right?
( speaking Russian )
That's Victor Ratsch.
Night custodian.
His, uh, cousin got him the job.
They couldn't stop fighting.
I mean, I recommended they fire
one of them, but you know...
who listens to the PR flak?
Hmm. You know what they fought about?
I don't know.
I don't speak Russian
and Vadim doesn't speak English.
Did Ratsch speak English?
Yeah, he was motivated.
American women.
Why do you think he went to peep shows then?
I didn't say he had any luck with them.
( phone rings )
Okay, thank you. Excuse me.
Yeah, sure.
Yeah, Horatio.
Mm-hmm.
( shutter clicking )
Hit-and-run.
Kept her word.
What's that?
She's not going back.
Both legs are broken.
Massive head trauma.
And unless she was
a diabetic...
Track marks.
All the way from Michigan.
Like most vehicles versus peds, she was flipped by the car.
Impact with the pavement killed her.
Okay, but if she was flipped by the vehicle,
there would be evidence all over the vehicle, wouldn't there?
Imprint on her calf.
Could be ElectroPark.
Parking by braille. Beep, beep.
So we're looking for a late model,
high-end vehicle.
Is that a shard of glass, Alexx?
Can't be safety glass.
Could be from the headlight.
I'll take that.
CAINE: You get anything, Eric?
No skid marks.
Nothing.
Side of the road, she's all in black.
70% of all drivers on the road after 2:00 A.M.
are over the legal limit.
Could be just an accident.
Guess that's possible.
Well, we find the car, we'll ask the owner.
Mm, you do that.
I'm going to find out who she danced for last night.
Thank you, Alexx.
MAN: It's not like we take roll call here.
Guys come here to be invisible.
If I looked,
if I asked questions, I'd be out of business.
Key to any business is return customers.
What about them?
I notice them even less.
So nobody stands out?
You might want to check out her husband.
He's a real prize.
How do you spell, uh, pimp?
Rick Breck.
Thank you.
Casa del Breck.
Married less than a year.
All righty.
Still on the honeymoon.
You and Amy have a car?
We've been looking.
She likes to walk home.
Liked the fresh air.
When she didn't show
you weren't worried?
She comes, she goes... she always calls.
How about last night?
She call you?
Yeah, but I wasn't here.
She left a message.
Can I hear it?
I erased it.
TRIPP: Remember what she said?
The usual.
Then you won't mind if I take the answering machine with me.
There's nothing on it. Sure.
Okay.
I have one more
question for you.
Do you have a life insurance policy out on your wife?
Are you kidding?
I don't even have health insurance.
CAINE: We should get a warrant.
On what grounds?
On grounds that this is a murder investigation.
It's a hit-and-run.
He is obviously lying.
His lips were moving, of course he's lying.
I think if we can connect these two cases
we have a shot at probable cause.
The probable cause is she's a stripper,
she's a junkie and she's a whore.
She's also a human being.
And now she's a corpse.
And by God, don't you ever
step on my investigation again.
Glass shard was from a Mercedes Benz, S Series.
From this millennium, but as far as that goes, it's a dead end.
Okay. What else you got?
Well, I'm working on this tape from the answering machine.
I know one thing
the husband wasn't lying about
is Amy's message was erased.
I recovered it using high-tech microscopy.
Bottom line, tape has memory.
Certainly more than Mr. Breck. Let's hear it.
AMY: Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.
Did you get the... ( music playing )
See, here's where we lose Amy,
but if you scrub the music...
Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.
Did you get the stuff you promised you'd pick up?
Judging by the condition of her arm,
she's definitely talking about drugs.
And they say husbands don't do anything around the house.
Okay, here we go.
After tonight, I could really use some.
Ace, hi.
( siren )
Don't start without me, okay?
Okay, now, hold on a second.
Let's play it again.
Let's lift the background and the siren.
Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.
Did you get the stuff you promised you'd pick up?
After tonight, I could really use some.
MAN: Hey.
Do we know "Hey"?
Keep going.
AMY: Ace, hi.
ACE: We got a deal.
( clicking )
AMY: Don't start without me, okay?
What kind of deal?
Let's go talk to Houseboat Rick, find out who Ace is
and what kind of a deal Amy had going.
Okay, but what makes you think
he's going to be more cooperative this time?
And old drug charge I just dug up on him won't hurt.
Let's go.
Another accident?
Let's call it in.
Fresh kill.
Barely waterlogged.
CAINE: Any scratches or defensive wounds, Alexx?
Not cursorily, no.
Foam around the mouth and nostrils.
Earmarks of a drowning.
I'd like to see what's in his lungs.
I'll find you.
Okay.
The husband's dead, the wife is dead...
Russian's dead.
Let's go talk to the other Russian, the cousin,
before he chokes on a Twizzler.
Thank you, Alexx.
CAINE: Tell him that I can see by the scratches on his face
that he's been in a recent altercation.
( speaking Russian )
A lion, a tiger...
He says he doesn't remember.
Okay.
Now tell him that if I check under his fingernails,
and I can match it to his dead cousin,
I'm going to arrest him for murder.
( speaking Russian )
He says he doesn't have to talk to you.
Vadim, Mr. Infante at the zoo says you don't speak English,
is that true?
( speaking Russian )
Vadim, you've been in the country for a long time,
so cut the crap and answer my questions.
I haven't seen my cousin in two days.
You two fight about the girl at the peep show?
Peep show, Victor never goes to peep show.
How about you?
I don't have to pay money for women.
At peep show,
lap dance,
you spend $5.00, another $5.00.
$20 here, $20 there.
By end of night, you could have banged a hooker.
Hold a real woman in your arms
instead of some picture in your head.
He knows what I'm talking about.
How'd you get the scratches on your face? A big cat?
Victor stuck me with work ever since he come here.
So you two fought.
Always fight.
I can't report him, he's my cousin.
But then it gets worse.
So I say to him, "No more."
It doesn't matter,
he wants more.
So, two nights ago,
he can't feed the lions.
He wants me to feed the lions,
so I say to him, "You know, the lions, they scare me.
I'll do anything else."
But no, that night he has to go.
So I just lost it.
( grunting )
Where did he go that he couldn't feed the lions?
He only says to me it's business.
Big business, big man.
All he has to do is look mean.
Which, you know, for Victor is not that difficult.
He says I feed the lions, he cut me in.
But I know my cousin.
He give me $5.00, he's making $500.
Plus, it's probably not legal.
To scare who, Vadim?
Yeah, that...
I don't know that in any language.
So you finished the post?
There was water in his lungs.
Okay, let's see what Speed says. Speed?
It's not salt water.
He didn't drown in the marina.
So somebody drowned him somewhere else
and dumped him in the marina.
Well, it's not city water, either.
There's no trace of the fluoride.
But I did find something to keep us honest.
Go ahead.
Pine freshener and formaldehyde.
Like on a boat.
I'll get this over to Trace.
CAINE: Okay.
So Rick had a visitor after we left.
Somebody rousted him...
( grunting )
...dragged him down to the bathroom...
and then gave him a plumbing lesson.
If he wasn't already dead, my money would be on Victor.
Victor's cousin said that Victor was leaning on people, right?
And that he worked for a big man.
DUQUESNE: King Kong.
You know, back in Louisiana
we used to keep our animals out of the bedroom.
I've got more ape hair, and I just started lifting.
So Victor was here.
And maybe he was leaning on the happy couple.
Why would he be doing that?
I don't know. Let's figure it out.
DUQUESNE: There's no sign of struggle here.
Eighteen with a husband and a houseboat in the marina.
She probably thought she was in paradise.
Things tend to look better
from a distance, don't they?
Except here.
Up close and couldn't be more personal.
DELKO: How come everybody has naked pictures?
Especially dopers.
All these angles, in sequence...
They used a photographer.
Let's print this camera
and let's find out who took these pictures.
AMY: Don't start without me, okay?
( click )
Don't start without me, okay? ( click )
Don't start without me, okay?
( click )
Don't start without me, okay?
( click )
Speed, you all right?
Yeah, why?
I went up front to get my messages,
and Trace is ankle deep in Spectras.
What the hell are you running?
It's on the, uh, Auto Sampler. I'm running the gamut.
Well, dear, it's a OSHA claim waiting to happen.
You better get in there.
Reservatrol?
Take a look at these.
These carpet impressions are interesting.
CAINE: Mm-hmm.
Best seat in the house.
Front and center...
there's the stage.
Curtain up.
( rock music plays )
All right. So, we process the floor
between the chair and the bed,
particular attention to the biologicals.
I'm on it.
Hey, you guys, I've got something.
The panel wasn't on right, so I just...
popped it open.
That's Echelon MPT.
I've only seen those at gun shows.
It fits the one they used on the Russian, too.
Blood on the knife.
Compared it to your DB from the peep show...
one and the same, Victor Ratsch.
Congratulations. You found your murder weapon.
Great.
Question is, who handled it?
Obvious answer's
the owner of the houseboat,
but someone could've planted it.
Well, sorry, can't help you with that.
Strictly DNA.
All yours.
Thanks.
( hissing )
Gotcha.
So, Rick used the knife...
to dig a spy hole.
He estimated Victor's body placement...
and then watched Amy wind up Victor.
He braced himself against the back of the booth
as Rick moved in for the kill.
So, we know who killed Victor, and why.
Question is, who killed Amy and Rick?
Speed, did we get a report on the car glass yet?
I got more off this answering machine.
There's this weird sound.
Okay, listen to me.
We need to process the residue on the headlight.
Yeah, I got those Spectras,
but you got to hear this.
AMY: Ace, hi.
MAN: We've got a deal.
( clicking )
What are those clicks?
That's what I'm saying.
AMY: Ace, hi.
MAN: We've got a deal.
( clicking )
Click, click-- is that metal?
( clicking )
I don't know.
It sounds like the technology is recording it,
and then transforming it into something else.
Well, I got something here
more conclusive.
Residue from the glass shard from the headlamp.
Reservatrol,
peanut shell, hayweed,
just for starters.
Clarify, please.
Dung.
Can you be more specific?
Elephant dung.
Elephant dung...
Okay. On those Mercedes,
let's cross-reference
those parking permits at the zoo, okay?
Okay.
Oh, God, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wait, I gotta go. Bye. Mr. Infante?
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Yes, did you make any progress in Victor's death?
CAINE: We're actually here to talk about your car.
Oh, you found it?
Tell me it's not stripped.
So, it's still missing? Yeah.
I contacted police about it two days ago. Two days ago?
The night that Amy Cannon was killed.
In a hit-and-run.
Who?
Amy Cannon is the peep-show dancer
that was with Victor Ratsch the day that he was killed.
( cell phone rings )
Just a sec. Hello. Yeah?
Yeah, just a sec.
I...
Yeah, yeah. No, I'm right...
Hey!
( phone beeps off )
Hey, that's a very important call.
This is a murder investigation.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
I'll let you know.
Thank you.
Don't go far.
So, I checked for semen.
Quite a job-- sheets, towels, comforters,
bedside, and lampshade.
Multiple donors, including the husband.
How about the carpet?
Well, here's the best part--
only one donor, not the husband.
Not surprising.
And the volume was more than the average ejaculate.
So, a repeat visitor.
Who had a favorite spot beside the chair.
I don't know, I guess he was stuck in a rut.
So what do we know?
That Amy had a side job.
My guess is, she trolled for 'em at the peep
and reeled them into the houseboat.
Which is where the husband joined the show.
Okay, let's get a photograph
of Infante into the six-pack.
You and Tripp go back to the peep,
and show it around.
Out of one zoo and into another.
You got it.
( techno music plays )
Recognize any of these guys?
Just point.
He comes here.
AMY: After tonight, I could really use some.
MAN: Hey.
AMY: Ace, hi.
MAN: We've got a deal.
( clicking )
It's got to be from inside the car, right?
Maybe she's popping her gum?
No, it's not sharp enough.
It's muffled.
Play it again.
AMY: Ace, hi.
MAN: We've got a deal.
( clicking )
Maybe she's putting something in her purse.
H said she had a backpack.
( tapping on glass )
What's up?
Affirmative on the I.D.
Infante was a regular at the peeps?
He was a semi-regular,
but when he was there... He did it with Amy.
Little lie, big lie-- he knew her.
So, if we can match his DNA
to what we get off the carpet of the houseboat,
we can determine how well.
Okay, but how are we going to get a DNA reference?
He'll never give it to us. We don't have to.
His brand-new car
will have a theft-deterrent device on it, won't it?
That's right.
Report your car stolen,
company activates the transmitter
hidden in the vehicle.
Owner reported the car missing two days ago.
Yeah, him and a thousand other owners.
We finally got a radio car in the city.
( beeping )
Hey, Sam 15's rolling now.
( garbled radio transmission)
Good morning.
Technology.
You got to love it when the good guys win.
Mm-hmm.
Wait a minute.
Cracked headlamp.
Isolated impact.
Got blood smears.
All right.
So, we got the car.
Let's get the DNA.
Unlocked. Typical.
If we're looking for DNA
to match the carpet, steering wheel's our best bet.
Epithelial rich.
Best place to prove who was the last driver.
This car's been reported stolen,
so we have to anticipate a mixture of DNA, right?
Infante's and the car thief's.
H, I thought you made him for a liar on this.
Infante is a liar.
I just don't know what the lie is yet.
You want to take notes?
Well, you're watching me like you want a DNA lesson.
( chuckles )
No, I was, uh, just admiring your... technique.
Oh. I got mad technique.
You got no idea.
( chuckles )
Primary donor on the steering wheel matches the carpet.
Yeah, that's the registered owner of the car, Infante.
Minor donor's unknown.
Mixture.
I'll get it in CODIS. Hope for a hit.
Sounds good.
Mr. Infante, how many private peeps did you, uh, get from Amy?
Define private.
Not at her place of employment.
None.
Look it, if I'm guilty of anything
it's being a loyal customer.
I liked Amy.
I liked what she did for me.
I liked how she made me feel.
At Show Land?
Yeah.
Just at Show Land?
Mr. Infante, we can confirm your DNA
in her bedroom
on multiple occasions.
Okay... So what?
Yeah, I was there.
Consenting adults-- nothing illegal.
All right. Let me tell you how I think it went.
It started at Show Land...
( techno music plays )
First time?
I'll try anything once.
You couldn't get enough.
Once you had a taste of Amy, she had her hooks in you.
We can go someplace more private.
No tokens. No glass.
No limitations.
( techno music plays throughout montage )
You can't possibly be here because I watched
two people having sex
in the privacy of their own room.
No, no, no.
We like you for their murder.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We know you hired Victor.
( counting money )
And a thousand.
I love Americans-- they pay up front.
You hired Victor to muscle them.
They were blackmailing me.
And you didn't want your Palm Beach donors
to get wind of what you were doing
with these consenting adults?
That's right. I thought it would be an embarrassment,
and frankly, I didn't think it was going stop at one payment.
So when they killed your guy, you stepped in
and did the job yourself.
A little hit-and-run, a little drowning...
No! I told you, my car was stolen.
I didn't kill anybody.
Guys we're talking about 50, 60,000 bucks.
I don't think they were serious.
I can earn that
with a private viewing with one of the gorillas.
We can close this one out.
I think we need to take a beat.
We've got motive... opportunity.
We have a very expensive four-wheel weapon.
Have you got a better idea?
I think I do.
Eric? You get the minor donor?
Hot off the press, boss.
We got a hit off the steering wheel.
Convicted felon. Who is it?
Practically family.
Hello, Ace.
Nice going.
Have a seat, Mr. Davis.
I'll stand.
I think you're going to want to sit for this one.
Lewd and lascivious conduct, pandering,
grand theft auto, and now murder.
Right, a guy gets murdered at my shop,
you want to pin it on me?
Ironically, that's the one we're not going to hang on you.
You murdered Amy and Rick Breck.
Why would I bite the hand that feeds me?
Amy was a great earner.
Nineteen-- looks 15.
I couldn't keep 'em away...
with that, uh, farm girl act.
I had guys lining up.
Outside your booth?
Or in their houseboat?
All the girls chippee on the side.
It's part of the business.
Yes, it is,
but you see, Rick and Amy were making some real money
off a blackmailing scheme and not cutting you in,
were they?
Mr. Davis,
your DNA places you behind the wheel of a car
that killed Amy.
Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.
Did you get the stuff you promised you'd pick up?
After tonight, I could really use some.
( car stereo playing )
Hey.
Ace, hi.
We got a deal.
Don't start without me, okay?
Why don't you get in the car.
Alone? Are you crazy?
Meet me and Rick in the houseboat.
And I can assure you...
that DNA doesn't lie.
( jaw clicks )
We got a deal.
( jaw clicks )
What? ( chuckles nervously )
The zoo guy's, uh, car?
The kink lent it to me
so I'd look the other way
while he was off perving with Amy and her husband.
Then what? He, uh...
he calls it in stolen.
It sounds to me like, uh, insurance fraud.
( clicks )
Sounds like something else to me.
Sit down.
( clicking )
SPEEDLE: The guy has TMJ.
Cracks his jaw.
That's a nervous habit.
( clicking )
How'd you get him on this, though?
I had him give me a taped statement
about how he didn't kill anybody.
And he got nervous.
Very.
( slow rock guitar plays )
What can I do for you, slugger?
* What you gonna do when you just found forever? *
* Where you gonna get to when you can't get it together? *
* Forever and a day
* A fly gets caught upon a spider's web *
* The snake still has another skin to shed... *
Well, what do you want for this?
( chuckles softly )
I want you to take the day off.
Yeah?
What about tomorrow?
Tomorrow... is what you make of it.
* Forever and a day
* The truth be told
* You're more than stones and rings of gold *
* You can't be bought or sold
* What you gonna do when you just found forever? *
* Where you gonna get to when you get it together? *
( beads rattling )
* Each and everyday.
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