All language subtitles for CSI_ Vegas (2021) 2x04 - Koala (English)

Dad, Dad! Dad!

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

Lindsey, it's me.

Please don't keep your own
mother on "block".

I know you're mad at me,
but I need you to let me know

that you're okay and that...

Just call me, okay?

I love you.

If you are not law enforcement,

you need to remove yourself.
It's a crime scene.

Back up and pack up. Now.

Who died?

Everybody.

Well, almost everybody.

Her O2 levels are dropping.

I got a pulse on the infant.

This is gonna be a posthumous birth.

The entry wound was to the upper torso.

It missed the baby. Let's get
the infant to Neonatal. Stat!

Can we please get this under control?

Thank you.

I'll secure the entry. Scene's ours now.

I'm going in alone. Nobody
else comes in until I return.

Hey, guys.

Catherine wants us to stay outside.

She's running point on this
one this morning, okay?

Max cleared it.

The residents belong
to the Geice family.

They're all dead.

420-407 Homicide/Home Invasion.

All occupants inside are deceased.

Glove up. Stuff your kits.

Call your loved ones.

Don't tell them to wait up.

It's gonna be a long one.

I'll keep you posted, Max.

Okay, listen up.

Everything we need to solve
this heinous crime

is on this property.

If they can leave us bodies,

they can leave us evidence.
We're gonna divide and conquer.

I'll take the outside perimeter.

Allie, digitize the exterior

- and work your way inside.
- Got it.

Chris, you're on photography.

Penny, gloves and booties.

You and I got the rough stuff. Inside.

Yes, ma'am.

Walk-through time, Penny.

Mom executed at point blank range.

The son took a high-powered
shot to the back.

Based on the directionality
of his face, he was looking away

from his mother. She was
probably taken out first.

And he couldn't bear to watch.

Penny for your thoughts, Penny.

I don't have any thoughts right now.

Based on how the mother
and son are restrained,

the pregnant daughter
must have made a run for it

with her hands tied behind her back.

Plowed through the glass head first.

You okay?

Perfect. J-Just listening.

You don't look so good.

Go downstairs if you're
going to be sick.

Get some air. When you reset,

vacuum the stairs for trace.

The killer or killers used
the stairwell to get up here.

Sounds great. Thank you.

Catherine?

What do you make of this?

Cut it out of the wall
and bring it back to the lab.

Risk Management will pay for it.

Chris, you missed a shot.

Where?

You all right?

Look away.

Chris, I think I got something.

I think it's evidence.
Can you help me bag it?

Hey.

12-gauge?

Uh, three-and-a-half-inch.

Could be a 12-gauge super magnum.

Nine to ten pellets inside the
shell casing for optimal spray.

This kind of ammo's designed
for killing birds of prey.

Or for preying on humans.

Surveillance camera.

Neighbors.

I'll walk and knock.

Catherine, I found these two
peculiar notes in the bushes.

"Open the safe and nobody dies.

Make one false move and everybody dies.

Including the unborn..."

Oh, I memorized it.

But remember the word "unborn".

Because here's where it gets
a little cringy.

"Every mistake will result in execution.

Your wife first. Your boy next.

You the father. And finally,
your daughter and your..."

"... and your granddaughter".

The wording seems odd and-and personal.

"... including the unborn".
"... daughter and granddaughter".

With that and the ransacked safe,

maybe this is an inside job?

Somebody wanted the Geice family
dead for some reason.

I'd like to think that
robbery was the motive,

but this... this feels like
a different kind of kill.

What kind is that?

Overkill.

Ms. Willows. Mary Phlippen.

Child Protective Services.

Thank you for meeting me.

I am investigating a quadruple homicide.

I need to get in there and get
a buccal swab from the infant.

You're not doing anything with this baby

until she stabilizes
and is medically cleared.

This infant was extracted
from her mother's womb

with a "crash section".

I'm afraid whatever you're investigating

is gonna have to wait.

Ms. Phlippen, I have
four bodies in the morgue

including the infant's
mother. The killer

or killers who did this
are armed and dangerous.

My job is to protect this child.

Especially when she's
struggling to survive.

I'm afraid the answer is
gonna be "no" right now.

Penny? I heard from the med tech.

- You postponed the autopsies... ?
- I can't do this.

I lost my nerve at the scene

and I can't go back in there
with that pregnant mother.

It's like they ripped
that baby out of her...

Penny, Penny, look at me.

You're going to be okay. Okay?

Hold out your hands.

Why?

Hold out your hands.

Mine shake all the time.

We're human.

It's when they stop shaking,
you got to worry.

Best thing you can do
in a case like this

is to work it, so it doesn't work you.

I'll finish the shift.

Checked with the DMV.

This model is a 1988 Oldsmobile LS.

Approaching 4672 Graff

at exactly 4:20 a.m.

Plates are stolen from another
vehicle, so, dead end there.

- Three killers?
- Mm-hmm.

Not on the same page, apparently.

Oh, not even on the same planet. Watch.

Is the killer who got jabbed
in the back the same one

who got hit in the mouth?

Well, it's hard to say,
'cause they all have

the same body type,
but it's behaviorally telling.

Wait a minute. Zoom in
and back it up a few frames.

Just after he gets hit
in the mouth. See that?

He lost a tooth.

I must've missed it at the scene.

I got to go back. Could
you... can you finish up

- this footage for us, please?
- Yeah.

Hang on a minute.

So, what's your working theory

- on this killer with a conscience?
- It just seems odd

that one of the shooters would
tend to the wound of the victim.

He was applying pressure
to her almost as if...

he didn't want her to die.

Taking care of her is one thing.

Taking care of her, that's another.

Well, here's the bigger question.

I ran DNA on the bloody print.

It's the pregnant woman's,
but she was shot outside.

I mean, how did her blood make
its way back into the house?

The killer that tended to the wound

must've brought it back inside.

Mm. Back inside without a glove on.

Whoever left this bloody handprint

didn't care much about leaving
their fingerprints behind.

Look, there's visible friction ridges.

Oh, we got more than that.
We got blood...

and sweat.

I take off my glove to apply
pressure to the wound.

And then I bring the pregnant
woman's blood back

into the house. And
I leave my high five.

With blood and sweat.

The killer wasn't just
leaving a message.

He was leaving his prints

- and sweat.
- Okay.

Let's run the prints through AFIS

- and check the blood for DNA.
- Love it.

- High five.
- No.

Okay.

Hard at work, I see.

Take a look.

Hmm. You found this in the vacuum?

- Mm-hmm.
- I don't know.

Seems random. Could be anything, Penny.

A decoration off a sweater.

A cat toy. Arts and crafts.

I don't think it's random.

This koala bear is micro-crocheted.

This artifact is not machine-based.

This kind of work requires
a steady hand and a patient eye.

Micro-crocheting is a skill.

It's a stretch.

I just would hate to see you go

down a rabbit hole on a
half-baked hypothesis...

Penny, I'm sorry.

I'm talking to you like
I would my daughter.

Uh, look, if you got a gut on this,

I'm not gonna stop you. Bring it to DNA.

Run it up a eucalyptus tree.

- Wow.
- I'll be...

Damned.

Strike out on AFIS.

Killer's prints aren't in the system,

but the sweat from the bloody hand

matches the skin cells found in
the micro threads of the koala.

So, it's one of two possibilities.

Either it fell out of one of the
killers' pockets accidentally.

Or it was dropped on purpose.

If it was intentional,
maybe that bloody handprint

was left behind to ensure we found it.

I don't get it. What is
the deal with this killer

and this pregnant daughter?

I did some googling
after I found the koala.

Take a look at a real koala's paw.

Hmm.

See, by the look of this bloody hand,

I would say the killer suffered
some sort of birth defect.

Or dislocation between
the carpometacarpal joint

of the index digit.

Scientifically speaking. Sure.

But I have a different theory.

This could be a cry for help.

How do you mean?

I think

the killer who's getting
picked on in our footage...

... wants to get caught.

Okay.

So that's what it feels like
to get hit by Mike Tyson.

Firing!

- Oh...
- Ah!

Whoa.

That's a lot of weapon.

You'd think with that kind of firepower,

they'd have a better handle
on the kickback.

We're experienced and we can
barely keep our balance.

Speak for yourself, Weeble Wobble.

Hey, based on the neighbor's footage,

I'd say one of two things.

Either the killer has never
fired the weapon, or...

they didn't have the strength
to handle the weapon.

Excuse me. What are you saying?

In the footage, you can see them
struggling with the firearms.

I'm thinking that the killers
are inexperienced.

They didn't know how powerful
the shotgun was

until they pulled the trigger.

And apparently they didn't
think to clean up their brass.

I mean, they left us that shell casing.

Hey, run this through NIBIN.

Let's see if we can get a name.

Edward Allen.

You were arrested a few months ago

for discharging a high-powered
shotgun in your backyard.

Yeah, that Karen neighbor
of mine ratted me out.

Pled no contest.
Paid a small fine. So what?

So, you never handed over
the firearm in question.

And then it ends up being
used to kill four people.

According to your disciplinary
file from your former employer,

you were a cannabis grower
for Geice Farms.

Mm-hmm.

The CEO, Mr. Geice, fired you

for selling illicit drugs on property.

Then what happened? Paid your boss back

by taking out his entire family?

Brought a couple of thugs
to his house last night

to rob him and send a message?

Look, man. Geice's just like
any other multimillionaire

in this town.

He's a bigger criminal than me. So what?

He can make money selling drugs,
but I can't?

Law enforcement found
shell casings in your backyard

but never the gun in question.

Care to explain how your
shotgun ended up in the hands

- of cold-blooded killers?
- You're the cops.

You tell me.

Look, if I'm guilty of anything,

I'm guilty of selling
a shotgun on the street.

Sold three of 'em,

- actually.
- Three of them?

Can you provide a description
of the people you sold them to?

I never met 'em.

Money's green. I don't ask.

They don't tell.

Plus, I'm on house arrest.
Check your records.

Whoever you sold those
guns to put you on the hook, too.

What's on your mind?

You think he has ties to that infant?

There's only one way to find out.

Max is at Desert Palm, right?

Same hospital as "Baby Doe".

She has connections at CPS.

Make it quick. She's critical-to-stable.

- Not out of the woods yet.
- Thank you. Thank you, Mary.

Hold still, little Baby Doe.

Just want to get a swab.

There you go.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Director Roby.

Good to have you back.

You're back.

Your swab.

Your chain of custody.

Go. Run it.

No-brainer: Edward Allen
isn't the father.

- But mind-bender...
- Hmm?

Juliet Geice, the pregnant
woman, isn't the mother either.

Come again?

Baby Doe has zero or no biological ties

to Edward Allen or Juliet Geice.

So, our pregnant daughter is either

a surrogate or a gestational carrier.

Yeah, it also means that the
father is out there somewhere.

Wait-wait-wait a minute, wait a minute.

This tooth from one of the killers

shares an allele with
that infant at Desert Palm.

Which means, DNA-wise,
one of our killers is a female

and the biological mother of the infant.

So we've got a killer mother and
an unknown father in the wind?

With a child's life still
hanging in the balance.

Catherine.

- Yeah.
- Max.

- Yeah.
- Shots fired in Henderson.

Entire family's dead.

Initial reports... shotgun fire.

Four more bodies en route to the morgue.

The entire family was zip-tied.

Same M.O. Bound with zip ties.

Facedown executions.

First the Geices. Now the Einsteens.

What's the connection?

Motive at the first scene
was robbery-homicide.

This was just homicide.
The killers are escalating.

Here's the last victim.

Folsom's tooth was spot-on.

One of the killers is a woman.

Okay. So, two homicidal home invasions

carried out in the exact same fashion.

- With one difference.
- Hmm?

Of the three killers,

one of them was found dead
at the crime scene.

But all three residents have their hands

tied behind their backs.

So it begs the question...

Who killed the killer?

You've got to be kidding me.

There's no hit in AFIS.
No missing tooth.

No ID on the bloody handprint.

I mean, what is with this case?
Are we ever gonna catch a break?

Catherine, when's the last time
you took a break?

I'll take a break when
this case is over.

Listen, I don't want
to get in your business,

but I'm about to get
all in your business.

Max, I'm fine.

- Really.
- You're here but you're not here.

Something's up. Is it
the case? Is it Grace?

Did you find some new angle
with your missing friend?

You can tell me.

It's my daughter Lindsey.

She's just not returning my calls.

She's got me on "block".

Every time I text her,
it's green, green, green.

I mean, I consider myself
a fairly together person,

but I just become this crazy stalker

when it comes to her.
You know, just... Is she hurt?

Is she alive? Just constantly
checking my phone

to receive that coveted,
elusive blue text from her

saying... something.

- Anything.
- Listen.

I need you to take a few hours
off and go see your daughter.

She's not going to see me.

Then neither are we.

You are not to report back
for at least a few hours.

Please don't take me off this case.

I want you here.

Take a break.

Life's too short.

Know what I mean?

Hey, Max.

- Yeah?
- Look.

It's another bloody handprint.
Same abnormality.

I bet there's another koala
around here somewhere.

Okay.

How is that possible?

- Penny...
- It's too specific

- of a signature not to be here.
- Penny...

The koala and the handprint
go hand in hand.

Paw to paw, so to speak...

- Penny.
- Hi.

- Yes. Sorry.
- You need to focus

on the evidence you find.
Not on what you hope to find.

You're lucky I checked my messages.

- Here you go.
- I'm not gonna be here that long.

Lindsey, you're alive.

Should have ordered
two champagnes to toast.

I showed up, didn't I?

I'm not staying to eat.
I'm late for a shoot.

A shoot.

Is this the same shoot that

you bailed on the CSI job for?

I already told you.

Joining CSI was me fulfilling
your dream. Not mine.

And what is your dream, Linds?

Being half dressed on a webcam

and charging strangers to be your fans?

You have a young daughter
at home, my granddaughter.

Wow, you have some nerve.

"Linda Winston".

That was your dance name, right?

Yes. It was.

It was a long time ago.

I was single. I did what
I had to do to survive.

I'm sorry. I'm your mother.

I love you. I just don't
want strange men

seeing you half naked for money.

Oh, but strange men can grope
you in the back of the VIP room

in real life, but that's okay?

Mom, I make ten times in a month
than I ever could in a year

lifting prints and chasing
down scumbags.

Why did you even call me, Mom?

We have been over this a million times.

I'm-I'm working a really tough case.

And I just, I just need
some mother/daughter fuel.

Yeah, well, I'm not your
emotional gas station

that you can just fill up
at whenever you want.

I mean, has it ever occurred to you

that maybe I need some
daughter/mother fuel?

'Cause I'm on empty.

I'm your daughter who needs

one thing and one thing only
from her mother.

Name it.

No! I can't.

My problem is,
is I don't have the courage

to say the three words
that I have to say to you.

And what's that? "I hate you"?

No.

It's the three words that
keep me going when...

when life gets to be too much.

But I guess, until I unblock
you, you're never gonna know.

Hi, how are you doing?

That's great.

Have you processed the 419s yet?

I need to collect any last-minute
trace on those sheets

before you perform the autopsies.

Mind giving me a hand? Thanks.
You're a doll. Let's go.

Hey.

What have we got here?

Allie, meet micro-crochet
koala number deux.

Penny, your hands are shaking.

Aren't they, though?

Is that my footage?

Yep. You missed something.

- So, we know who the mother is.
- Mm.

She's one of the killers.
But who is the father?

What, and you found him
in something I missed?

Maybe. You ever have one
of those Magic Eye posters?

The one that you stare at
and let your eyes relax

- and then a hidden image emerges.
- Yeah.

I loved those posters.

I feel like there was always a whale

or a fish underneath it.

How about a suspect?

These are the family portraits

that you digitized from the first scene.

Here, stand here.

Back straight. Head still.

Eyes relaxed.

Now, what do you see?

I see it. Wait.

Who's the odd man out on the upper left?

Turns out, the Geice family didn't have

any other family members in Vegas.

Well, then, who's the mystery man

standing behind our pregnant woman?

Lucky for us, TSA also has
their own Magic Eye database.

Justin Einsteen. I'm Detective Chavez.

- CSI Willows.
- Mr. Einsteen,

this woman was also killed
at your parents' home.

- Do you know who this is?
- No.

I've never seen this woman in my life.

This is Juliet Geice.

Who was pregnant at the time
she was murdered

at the Geice residence where
we found several photographs

in which you appear alongside her.

What is your relationship
to her and her baby?

I'm the father.

I'd start talking if I were you.

Juliet approached me
about having a baby.

Her and I are close. We're like family.

Well, you are family. Look...

Juliet had our baby?

Look, I'm sorry, uh, I don't understand.

I-I-I... I thought you said
Juliet had died.

Juliet died at the scene,
but your baby girl didn't.

She's fighting for her life
at Desert Palm.

And you think I would shoot
the mother of my child?

So, you were the sperm donor.

And Juliet was the surrogate.

Gestational carrier.

A surrogate uses her own eggs
when carrying a child.

Juliet had bad oocytes.

So Lucia donated her eggs.

After all, they were the ones in love.

- Not me.
- Wait a minute. Back up.

Lucia?

The infant's biological mother?

This woman?

No. That's not Lucia.

My fear is, the woman in this
photo is one of her sisters.

Sisters?

Lucia has sisters. Two sisters.

They're fraternal triplets,
if I remember correct.

This Lucia that you speak of...
she have a last name?

Lucia Marshman.

She have a last known address?

Can I check my phone?

I drove there to pick Lucia up
and bring her to Juliet's house.

Juliet couldn't go to
Lucia's home for fear

of blowing the secret with
her other sisters. Am I right?

Yeah.

Here it is.

167 Falcon Bluff Lane.

Move in! Go, go, go!

Don't make me do it!

All of you back off!

All right, she's armed!

All right, room to room. Go.

- Hands up!
- Drop the weapon!

Get back! Stop!

I'll blow her head off, I swear.

Lucia Marshman, drop your weapon!

Hold back. Hold. Hold.

I want everyone out now!

Ma'am, let's just talk.
Put the gun down.

Do I look like I'm here to talk?

I got this, Max.

You heard her.

Lucia has the scene now.

Let's respect her wishes

before more people get killed.

You got this?

'Cause I can always
call a negotiator, right?

She doesn't need a negotiator.

She needs a sister.

All SWAT personnel, fall back.

Who has eyes on CSI Willows?

I do.

Lucia, my name is Catherine Willows.

I am a CSI with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

I am unarmed.

Does your sister need medical attention?

I met your baby.

You and Juliet

had a-a girl.

You want to meet her?

You just got to hand over that weapon.

I have a picture.

I just want my life
as I know it to be over.

Is that why you dropped
the baby koalas for us to find?

That if you got caught,

the life that you're living
could be over.

You found them.

Then you probably found this, too.

This is what happened when
Darcy took my first baby away

three years ago.

If I can't have a baby,
you can't have a baby.

Say goodbye. We're putting
that thing up for adoption!

No, no! No, no, no!

You know what they say about triplets?

First one out of the womb
controls the other two.

Last one out is a rotten egg.

Me.

My sister's always been bloodthirsty.

She's a bad seed.

Darcy found out that Juliet and I

wanted to start our own family.

She was furious.

It was just supposed to be a robbery.

A money grab. "Baby tax".

In her mind, this was always
going to be a family execution.

After Darcy shot Juliet...

... she wanted to tie up all loose ends.

So did I. They took my first child.

They weren't gonna take my second.

You know what they say...

"Hurt people hurt people".

You're right, Lucia.

Hurt people do hurt people.

I have a daughter. I hurt her

because I'm always trying to save her.

And the truth is,

I can barely save myself from
those wild horses in my head.

Tell me more about those horses.

And she, um, I-I... she's
hurting me back. And it's...

and it's, and it's working.

'Cause not having her

and my granddaughter in my life,

it's-it's like a kick in the heart.

It-it reduces me to-to a shell of a mom.

And to be truthful, if...

I'm thankful I don't have
one of those in my hands

at 4:20 in the morning, 'cause
I don't know what I would do.

Just like you, Lucia,

you never planned to hurt anyone.

You never wanted innocent people to die.

All I ever wanted was to love someone.

And hope that one day
they would love me back.

You can't save me.

I couldn't save Juliet.

I can't save my baby.

And I'm not worth saving.

Yes, you are, Lucia.

No, I'm not. And neither is my sister!

Go, go, go!

Back off! Back off!
I got her! I got her!

I got her! I got her!
I said back off! Back off!

Don't rip her away!

Back off!

It's okay. You're okay.

Hey.

You okay?

Define "okay".

All that stuff about you
being in a dark place?

Is that true or theater?

Oh, just trying to keep
the body count down.

You know, I was talking
to Mary Phlippen at CPS.

And she said that Baby Doe
has been upgraded to stable.

And that she's accepting visitors.

Tha-Thanks, Max.

Hello, koala number three.

I knew you were a cry
for help. I knew it.

Hey.

You know, uh, Catherine said

that this was a rough one for you.

But you rallied.

Great job, Penny Lane.

You're one of the Beatles now.
Remember that.

Ms. Willows...

everything all right?

Yeah.

Just feeling a little "blue" is all.

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