He's got my purse!
Call the cops,call 911.
My phone was in the purse.
Ma'am,excuse me, I need to use your phone.
Lady...
Lady?
I got here as fast as I could.
My DFO in Anthem took longer to clear than I expected,
but that's what happens when you don't have enough bodies to cover the bodies.
she forget to fall down?
Lividity's fixed in her ankles and feet.
Suggests she died in this position.
I don't know if you saw the weather report last night,
but there was dry lighting in this area.
A low voltage strike...
could have caused her arm muscles to contract around the pole.
And then what?
Cadaveric spasms in her shoulder and hand
keeps the body in position until rigor sets in?
It's just a theory.
I'll tell Robbins to look for signs of electrocution.
Hi,guys. The callout was a 419. Where's the body?
Ask her.
Excuse me,ma'am. Ma'am?
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Nick can't help us.
He just got a call out at the Monte Carlo.
In other words, we're pulling another double.
Why should today be any different?
There's no burn marks on the arm or hand where she was touching the pole.
Well,there's no scoring or blackening on the dome, either.
No indication of a lightning strike.
The bulb's burned out. Maybe there's a short in the wiring.
Liver temp's 98,but ambient's pushing a hundred.
So the body could have warmed up after death? No T.O.D.
Sorry.
Rigor's starting to break.
I'll take her prints.
Her phone looks new.
Hasn't even been personalized yet.
Who was she talking to?
MovieFone.
She carrying I.D.?
She's not carrying anything.
Well,if someone was going to rob her, why not take the whole purse?
Why waste time emptying the contents?
So,lucky us-- the lamppost lady's fingerprints are in the system.
She has a record?
It's not that system. It's the health care providers database.
Name's Carla Peretti. She's an LPN at Desert Palm.
- Captain Brass is running background. - Good.
- Where is everyone? - They're in the break room waiting.
- Waiting for what? - For you.
I know you got the memo; I put it on your desk.
My name's Patricia Alwick.
I'm a peer counselor for the Police Employees Assistance Program.
I deal primarily with law enforcement,
which means I know that none of you wants to listen to me, so I'll keep it short.
With the death of Warrick Brown, you've lost a colleague and a friend.
I'm here to help you through it.
Our conversations will be informal and confidential.
Are the sessions mandatory?
No. No,they're not, but keep this in mind.
Right now, you might feel okay and that you can handle things fine on your own,
but sometimes, if you're not looking, grief can sneak up and bite you.
I've been doing this a long time. I know what I'm talking about.
Ms.Alwick will be up in room 4-E.
If you'd like to make an appointment, call her at extension 2922.
All right,guys, we're done. Thanks for coming.
- What,no gun? - Sorry.
Well,maybe later,then.
Thanks.
Hello.
Would you like to make an appointment?
No. I'm new here. Hence the new guy manuals.
Excuse me.
You know,joing an established team, particularly under these circumstances--
it's not going to be easy for you.
Do you think I should quit?
It may not be easy on your colleagues,either.
Well,there's nothing I can do about that.
Of course there is. I'm happy to discuss...
Look,I'm-- this is day one.
I don't know these people, they don't know me.
It's going to work out however it works out.
You seem a bit defensive.
- Don't do that,okay? - Do what?
"You seem a bit defensive."
Both my parents are shrinks. I don't do the talk.
Both your parents are psychiatrists.
- Interesting. - Interesting.
Are you Riley Adams?
Yeah,that's me.
I'm Gil Grissom, your supervisor. We're very busy.
- Would you come with me,please? - Yeah.
Good luck.
Another transit patron called it in.
He was pissed the guy was taking up the whole bench, so he tried to shove him over,
which didn't work too well, him being dead at the time.
Hey,everybody.
- Oh,hi, I'm David. - Riley.
He's all yours.
No wallet.
No cash or keys either.
- Body's in full rigor. - Roll him.
I saw that...
and I'm not ever going to forget it.
What does lividity tell you?
That he was lying here when he died.
How do you know that?
'Cause I'm a CSI level two.
And this is part of your proficiency evaluation.
Yeah,but it's pass-fail.
Lividity's fixed along the posterior aspect.
Pressure marks are consistent with the bench slats.
Do we know how long he's been here?
Bus driver's certain the guy wasn't here an hour and a half ago when he made his previous stop.
You see any problem with that?
Yeah,full rigor takes 12 to 24 hours to set.
And if he's been here less than 90 minutes, how does he end up in full rigor?
Well,he looks like he was on a run.
Maybe he had a heart attack and went into spontaneous rigor.
Intense physical activity rapidly depletes muscle fibers of ATP,
which gives them the energy they need to contract.
If there's not enough ATP at the time of death,
the muscles can lock up and immediately go into rigor.
What's bugging you?
This is the second case of rapid-onset rigor mortis we've had in the last 24 hours.
That's pretty weird.
Even for Vegas.
Brass checked Carla Peretti's apartment.
No forced entry or any signs of disturbance.
She was last seen alive leaving Desert Palm Hospital at the end of her shift.
Anybody know where she was going?
Well,apparently,it could have been a lot of places.She was working a bunch of jobs on the side--
model,club dancer, convention booth babe.
You know,typical Vegas pretty girl stuff.
Autopsy report. Cause of death: cardiac arrest.
That's coroner speak for "I can't explain what killed her."
Yeah.
No signs of conductivity burns, no evidence of nuclear streaming in the tissue.
There's no indications of electrocution whatsoever.
There's other ways for the muscles to seize up.
You know, maybe she was epileptic.
Mm,sorry,no epilepsy drugs in her system.
People go off their meds all the time. That's how they get seizures.
Uh,she had no medical history of epilepsy.
But the disease doesn't leave any physical record in the body.
The tox panel ruled out poisons and O.D.'s.
She had a small amount of zolpidem in her system,
but that stuff's in most over-the-counter sleep aids these days.
It's nothing that would kill her.
No organ damage. No disease,no trauma.
This was a perfectly healthy young woman.
Yeah,till she dropped dead... without dropping.
Well,I always thought it was cool that teeth fluoresced, but veneers didn't.
How'd you get them?
Somebody bet me that I couldn't jump into a lake with a rope swing in my mouth.
- And that pulled the teeth out? - No.
But it sure did hurt my neck.
On the way home, I hit a fire hydrant.
And you bumped the steering wheel with your mouth.
No,I was on my bike at the time.
I flew over the hydrant and smashed into the crossbar of a chain link fence.
- With your mouth. - My shoulder.
Broke my clavicle.
Okay,then how'd you lose the teeth?
This one was a root canal.
This one,a post and a crown.
And this one-- I,uh... I was in college.
I woke up one morning, and it was gone. I don't know what happened to it.
- Al Robbins. - Riley Adams.
Pardon the latex.
Okay. What do we got?
Uh,somebody who liked to party.
Prelim tox showed traces of meth,E and heroin in his system.
Doesn't sound like someone who would go for a run at midnight.
I doubt this guy could've run a hundred feet without stopping to rest.
He had pulmonary edema.
Fluid's backed up in the lungs. Sometimes suggests drug abuse.
Is that C. O. D. ?
I doubt it. The edema wasn't acute.
Far as I can tell, C. O. D. is cardiac arrest.
Same as the lady in the park.
Yeah,which brings us to something interesting.
The victim's liver.
Note the slight reddish and pinkish coloration.
Very similar to Carla Peretti.
Assuming the cases are connected,
the condition of the victims' livers might suggest an alternate C.O. D.
Gaseous asphyxiation.
I'll have Hodges do a blood gas assay.
We walked the photo of the jogger around the local methadone clinic and got lucky.
Name's Harley Soon. He has a sheet.
Drug abuse,solicitation, some other petty stuff.
Juvie record,too, but that's sealed.
- Thank you,Detective. - No problem.
You doing a headspace assay?
Yes,which is, I believe,your job.
Where have you been?
I was just,uh... nowhere.
You want me to finish up?
I'm almost done.
- hold on a second. - What?
You added the liberating agent.
Yes.
You added the sulfuric.
You skipped over the sodium dithionite?
Yes,I think I did.
I think I must have done it with all of these.
It's probably better to redo the whole assay.
Um,listen,I can get it.
Should have been doing it to begin with.
Don't worry about it. I know it's been a long day.
Every day's a long day.
PRIORITY 419.......
I have to go. Thank you.
5:30 a.m. I don't pick up "those people," if you know what I'm saying.
I don't care how nicely-dressed they are.
that's illegal.
Yeah,which is why I stopped and told him to hop in,
but he just stood there like that,stock still.
Creeped me out, I don't mind telling you.
You're gonna love this.
I've heard of dying with your boots on,but,uh, this is ridiculous.
Businessman with an empty briefcase.
No wallet or I. D. Consistent with the other vics.
We got a serial killer,Greg, and he's working at a pace of one body per day.
Great. Something to look forward to tomorrow.
Damn! This thing is heavy.
He's got lead in the sole of his shoe.
Must be what was keeping him on his feet.
There's a coating of dust on here.
His fingernails have been recently trimmed, but they're filthy at the beds.
And he's got dirt in his ears.
His feet and ankles are all scabbed and crusty and
his toenails are growing back into his toes.
This guy's been cleaned up, but I'll bet you he lived on the street.
Yep. Head lice. They're all dead.
Good. I hate those little bastards.
So we've got three victims, all stripped of their identities.
A homeless guy dressed like a businessman,
a hustler druggie dressed like a runner,
and a nurse...dressed like herself.
What do they have in common?
Tox found traces of zolpidem in all three.
Other than that, we're comparing all the trace evidence from the victims' clothing
and personal effects, but so far, nothing probative.
PD is circulating photos of the businessman around shelters
and soup kitchens in the area, but there's no I. D. yet.
This girl's an LPN.
Maybe her hospital's the connection.
According to Harley Soon's medical records, he was never treated at Desert Palm.
Well,Carla Peretti is the one victim who had a mainstream life.
That means e-mails, phone calls,documents.
If there's anything that connects these people, the way to find it is through her.
Looks like she was an art student.
- The naughty drawer. - What?
Hydroponic, medical grade, put-you-on-your-ass, send-you-to-dreamyland weed.
Nurses always get the good stuff.
take it you're aware of the lab's random drug testing policy?
Oh,yeah. I've got a bottle of clean urine in my locker, just in case.
I'm kidding.
Good one.
Here,I'll bag it.
Check this out.
An original of Carla.
- Bizarre. She looks kind of... - Dead?
Yeah,a little.
What's that say? J... Skaggs?
Never heard of him.
Me,neither.
I bet somebody has.
What do you know.
He's a local.
Jerzey Skaggs?
Jerzey? Skaggs?
Jerzey Skaggs?
- Who are you? - Homicide.
This might look good in my living room.
You can't afford it.
Your arm down, and wake up. Wake up!
What do you want?
- Do you know Carla Peretti? - Who?
Carla Peretti.
Oh,yeah... yeah,she was one of my models. She's a lovely girl.
It's a cheap imitation of my work.
Well,you'll have to take it up with the coroner, because she's dead for real.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - You paint these guys?
No. Never saw those guys before in my life.
You know,Harley Soon used to crash at a buddy's apartment in the neighborhood.
Relax.
And he seems to be kind of your type.
So maybe you,uh...
maybe you bumped into him at the grocery store or something.
I don't go out. I don't shop. I don't bump.
But you do paint dead people.
I paint people who look dead, and you would weep if you knew how much I make doing that.
If you haven't noticed, our culture seems to be obsessed with sex and death.
I've noticed.
Let me save you some time, 'cause I know what's on your mind.
I don't kill my models. I don't even bang them much anymore.
Occasionally,of course,but...
oh,I find not with the same gusto and verve as in days gone by.
You bang Carla Peretti?
I'm not doing women.
Mind if I look around?
I'd like to paint you nude.
I don't do nude.
- Where would I pin the badge? - Exactly.
Ms.Alwick.
Dr. Grissom.
Were you looking for me?
No,just getting some more tea.
I was hoping we might get a chance to chat.
I'm right in the middle of a case.
I know,I understand that you're dealing with a lot,but,um,if you do find the time...
Thank you,I appreciate that.
This,uh,may be outside your field of expertise,but...
lately,I've been having some problems with Hank.
Grissom.
Oh,hi,Patricia.
Nice to see you again,David.
The headspace assay came back and showed levels of carbon monoxide in all the vics,
as well as the dead lice on the businessman's head.
Excuse me.
Mostly simple hydrocarbons and sulfur dioxide,along with the carbon monoxide.
That's consistent with gasoline engine exhaust.
Yeah,and since the lice on the homeless guy died,
it suggests that he was completely surrounded by exhaust fumes,
not suffocated with a mask or a tube.
Or locked in a sealed car,for that matter--
there wouldn't have been enough room to pose them.
Lividity says the victims died in the positions in which they were discovered.
So,what does that mean,that the killer is using some sort of gas chamber?
I think so.
He lures someone back to his place,slips them a sedative,
then redresses and positions the bodies inside a sealed container.
Waits for the carbon monoxide to go to work.
Once the bodies are in full rigor,he's got about ten hours to place them
and have them discovered.
We know the recipe, let's find the cook.
I believe I just sighted Aeronautes saxatalis.
Aeronautes saxatalis,the white-throated swift.
They hardly ever range this far south this time of year.
The elderly couple was suffering from Alzheimer's.
They were on a little field trip from their assisted care facility day before yesterday.
Staff didn't even realize they were missing till bed check.
What,no surveillance cameras on the bird-watching path?
No,but the unis did turn up a crackhead
who said he saw an average-height white male in a white panel van near the trail,
about an hour before dawn.
Caught in their quotidian routines,these haunting figures, frozen in time,
seem to mock the mundane blandness that screams silently beneath the sizzle of Sin City.
What is this?
Local art blog.
Our psycho is the hot topic.
They call him the "Mannekiller."
perhaps,finally,by using the flesh of human beings to replicate the flesh of human beings...
this madman who moves silently among us has crossed art's final frontier.
This is Langston Weller,signing off from mindscanvas.com.
This site's been getting hammered.
Check out the comments.
"You're a one-man argument against free speech."
"This is murder,pure and simple,and you're a moron."
"Hitler was right-- kill the artists first."
At least nobody's buying this crap.
"Vibrant images "of life culled from the raw stuff of death.
These are works of art."
Apparently,there are some who share this aesthetic.
The dust found inside the businessman's shoes was actually undyed jute fibers.
The same fibers were also found on tape lifts from the other vic's clothes.
Killer's probably covering his vics in woven jute--
i.e.,burlap-- at some point during the process.
Thanks,Greg.
You bet.
Dr. Grissom,may I have a word with you?
Yes,of course.
Come in.
I wonder why it is that you hold what I do in such obvious contempt.
Excuse me?
The last time we spoke,you mentioned that you were having problems with Hank.
Now,out of concern for you and because I take my job very seriously,I started asking around.
And was met by a mixture of bafflement and smirks by most of your staff,
until David Hodges took pity on me and informed me that Hank was your dog.
I apologize.
It was a serious question.
Oh,really?
For the last few weeks,my dog's been listless.
Barely eats.
And I just,uh,wondered if you thought it was possible that pets could take on the emotions of their owners.
Well...
companion animals were bred to respond to human beings.
At some level,I do believe that they resonate with what their owners are feeling.
So,what are you feeling?
I've just been...
a little distracted lately.
Uh,having a hard time focusing on the details.
That's normal.
Not for me.
I wondered,uh,if you knew, typically, how long this lasts.
There's no typical.
Days,weeks,sometimes years.
The important thing is to acknowledge it.
But you do have to talk about it.
And if not with me,then with somebody else.
And soon.
Jim,got something?
Yeah,Harley Soon's juvie record.
I got the court administrator to unseal it.
He was arrested five years ago in a drug raid on a party at the art studio of Jerzy Skaggs.
So,how do you like my studio?
This is ridiculous.
No,what's ridiculous is you denying that you knew Harley Soon.
Party was five years ago.
The kid was 16 at the time.
You should have been busted for that,too.
Listen to me-- everybody who was anybody came to my parties.
And many like yourself,who are nobody at all.
You know,I just...I can't remember everybody who came to my parties.
All right,so you reconnected with Harley Soon...
and you're connected with Carla Peretti.
A lot of people you know are turning up dead.
You're telling me these are actual dead people?
Come on,it's been all over the news.
I don't...I don't watch TV.
And I only use the Internet to make money.
Man,that is wild.
Death just mocking life.
Are you done?
You know,these look familiar.
Yeah,I bet they do.
No,no,no,no,not the...not the people,the poses.
Somebody...somebody showed me drawings like these,months ago.
These people remind me of those wretched sketches.
Excuse me,Mr. Skaggs.
If I could have a moment,would you mind taking a quick look at these?
I can't stand looking at inferior art.
It just...
it sears into my consciousness like bad Mexican food.
Who was he?
No,I don't remember,but he was,you know,babbling about some insipid municipal sculpture...
competition he was hoping to win.
Open...to the public.
Oh,okay,so he was an artist.
No,he was some kind of contractor,subcontractor, sub-subcontractor,sub-sub-subcontractor.
I think my...my studio was,uh,being renovated,
and it was...you know,it was a big job.
There was lots of...lots of manual...labor involved.
I need a name.
He was a laborer-- why would I know his name?
Because you hired him.
I didn't hire him.
One of those contractors hired him.
And no,I don't remember his name.
I...I barely remember your name.
What is your name?
Eight months ago, the city sponsored a competition to
create a series of bronze lifelike statues for its parks and public spaces.
"Las Vegas: for the rest of your life".
Yeah,and all the applications were submitted digitally.
This is what the Parks Department sent over.
Hey,take a look at this one.
It's a submission from an Arthur Blisterman.
Look at this.
Jackpot,huh?
The rules stated that...
the sculpture should recreate the ethnic and socioeconomic diversity
that make the city so vibrant and alive.
This guy was following them to the letter.
Yeah,except that he was substituting bronze with human flesh.
Guys,there's a,uh,sculpture number six here.
We only found five bodies.
Oh,God.
He's not done.
So we got Blisterman's house staked out.
The neighbors haven't seen him for weeks.
Now,the guy's unmarried,got no criminal record.
He's an independent plumbing contractor,
so he makes his own schedule,and he's not answering his phone.
No,he has a white panel van.
We got a broadcast out.
He's got to have some kind of work space or studio,somewhere he can come and go unnoticed.
Look,there's nothing on record.
We've released a picture,we've notified the schools and Child Services to be on alert.
Right now,that's all we can do.
Why do you think people make art?
Self-expression.
Yeah,but I think also to...
provoke or elicit a reaction.
Maybe the killer's into the controversy of it.
I think one of these blog posters might be our guy.
Maybe.
Click on that photo link.
What?
There's no yellow tape.
No bystanders.
No crime scene.
Let me the check the metadata.
This photo was taken at 5:49 a.m.
The body wasn't reported till after 7:00.
I guess our "artist" couldn't resist a snapshot of his first installation.
"Anonymous" is Blisterman.
How much trouble am I in?
Well,that remains to be seen.
But the way I see it,you encouraged a serial killer to kill on your blog.
I did no such thing. Did I?
We'll leave that up to a jury of your peers.
I swear to God,I didn't want to hurt anybody.
I didn't do anything.
Except shooting your mouth off.
Sometimes that's all it takes.
Look,right now,you're going to do exactly what I tell you to.
Of course.
What do you want me to do?
The killer's been posting to your blog from different IP addresses around town.
So,you're gonna go on this computer,get on your blog,and post another reply to Mr. Anonymous.
You're going to get him to respond and when he does,
you're going to keep him talking until our people can run an IP trace route
and find out where he is now--
you understand?
No.
Just start typing.
Right.
What do you want me to say?
Just tell him he's a genius,all right?
Tell him that,uh,Michelangelo's got nothing on him.
Whatever,just think of something.
Come on. Come on!
Right.
I'll be right back.
Keep typing.
Ma'am?
My boy,my Charlie.
He's only nine years old.
He didn't come home from school today.
We had a fight this morning and I thought that he was at his dad's house--we're divorced--
and then the school told me about some kind of alert that was happening.
Right. Do you have any idea where he might be going?
No,no.
Okay...
Detective Vartann,I got him.
I got him talking.
LVPD!
Please remain calm.
I'd like everybody to stay right where they are.
Where's the kid?
What kid?
Get up!
Get him out of here.
What-What kid?
Hey,hey! Hey!
I didn't do anything.
Come on!
There was tan dust on the guy's hands like the other vics.
Burlap fibers.
Does it help?
I don't know.
Blisterman didn't put himself in a burlap sack.
You know,maybe these fibers are environmental.
Like they're present in whatever space he's keeping his victims in.
You know,there's a lot of converted warehouses and industrial properties near this library.
If Blisterman already has the kid,he'd probably stay close to home.
We've got city plans for the area around the library.
Maps,building usage permits...
Okay,check every structure,every single one.
He's willing to talk,but only to someone who "understands his work."
I'm ready to slap him around.
I figured you could show some restraint.
I'll try.
Mr. Blisterman.
Can you please turn the monitor so I can see it?
Could you tighten up the frame up a little?
The composition is...
It's a bit weak.
Thank you.
Look...I'm here to talk about the child.
I'm happy to talk.
I like to talk,but I want my words to be heard the way I speak them.
I want the world to see the words coming from my lips,
so there can be no misinterpretation.
Nobody's going to misinterpret anything you say.
But if you don't start cooperating...
Don't,don't...rush me.
I want to talk about what I want to talk about,
and I don't want... to be rushed,please.
That's the trouble with modern life,it's too much urgency.
It's too much speed.
Now I'm sweaty.
Do you have a handkerchief?
Thank you.
Aesthetics have always been very important to me.
Life wouldn't be worth living without beauty.
It's what makes us human.
What about the people you've murdered?
They were human.
Yeah,but...
they were nothing until I de them extraordinary.
How about the child?
Has he become "extraordinary"?
I have been alone my entire life.
I have tried and tried to achieve some recognition for my work,
and I have been repeatedly and cruelly ignored.
And this has made me feel very...bad...about myself.
Arthur.
You're going to be put to death if you don't help us.
I'm not scared of dying.
I just don't want to be forgotten.
I think I found it.
"487 Franklyn Street."
It's a warehouse,formerly deeded to a company that manufactured natural fiber bags and shipping materials--
go.I'll call it in.
I want something of who I was left behind so people will speak my name,
and know who I was,after I'm gone.
Believe me.
No one will ever forget you.
You've made it.
You're a legend.
If I tell you where the boy is,you're going to turn the camera off,and then...
I'll be sad.
I won't turn the camera off.
I'm sorry.
Without the boy,the piece is incomplete.
487...Franklyn Street.
You're far too late to save him.
Anyway...
I got what I wanted.
You'll rember me.
Won't you?
What the hell is that?
Sounds like a motor.
Take that hall.
All right,yeah,I got him.
Patrol,this is CSI Sanders.
We need paramedics.
breathe! Breathe!
Hey,it's okay.
You're all right now.