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Yeah, that's my real photo on my profile.

Excuse me.

Well, I exercise a lot.

Kind of an animal about it.

Hey.

Did you see me last night?

Yeah, you were feeling no pain.

Who was I with?

Describe him.

Was he white, black, tall?

Hair color, car?

Look, lady, I get paid not to notice.

Who was room 229 registered to?

Catherine Willows.

You used your credit card.

I think Malibu Barbie did it.

Well, then there's a lot more to Barbie

than just a pretty face, 'cause this

is a perfect half-inch scale model of the the room.

And assuming that the killer

is the same person who made the miniature...

It would of taken weeks.

Maybe even months to create

with this kind of detail.

Certainly qualifies as premeditation.

Yeah, but take a look at he blood pools.

They're identical.

There's no predicting

a blood pool, it's inherently random.

Killer must of stuck around to match the scene.

It's real blood.

That is a level of obsession

that gives even you a run for your money.

"If Dusty Fell," Izzy Delancy.

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I have never heard of him.

Probably before your time.

I'll download it.

I checked the perimeter, property is gated with a code.

There is no sign of forced entry on the windows or the doors.

Of course if a girl can get into Brad Pitt's underwear drawer,

and take a nap on his bed, I guess anything is possible.

Lividity suggests he hasn't been moved.

He was probably sitting right here when he was killed.

Looks like blunt force trauma.

No spatter

or cast off.

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Sometimes it only takes one hit.

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Oh, great, you're here, thanks for coming.

I can't believe you're leaving Izzy Delancy's death scene.

Groupies are already starting to gather.

I have something that I have to take care of.

Nick and Sofia are talking with the family,

Grissom's in the kitchen, you can process the bedrooms?

Thanks.

Mrs. Delancy?

No, that's Mrs. Delancy.

I'm Annie, the nanny.

I'm going to need to photograph your hands.

To look for blood, right?

Blood evidence, yeah, and defensive wounds.

I'm also going to get a sample

of your DNA and your fingerprints.

So, why don't you hand little Nora

to her mom for right now, okay?

No, Mrs. D never holds the baby.

She's got a bad back.

I should warn you,

I'm a little freaked.

When I get nervous or scared or whatever

I have this problem where I talk a lot.

I've had it since I was little I just keep talking...

You found the body?

Tuesday is Chinese.

Izzy insists...

on having...

a really strict eating schedule.

I have to start cooking by 4:00

and when I went into the kitchen...

Baby's don't eat bok choy.

Yeah, I wonder what you're going to have for--

I immediately called 9-1-1.

Speaking of which, can I get a copy of the police report?

Why don't you... Where is your shirt?

Right after it all went down

the baby spit up on it and I put it in the laundry. Mmm.

It happens all the time.

Nobody minds.

Hey, what's going on?

I may have been roofied and raped.

I woke up here.

What?

I, uh, improvised

my own a rape kit.

I've got pubic combing, nail scrapings, vaginal swab,

urine samples... Whoa, whoa, whoa, did you call it in?

I called you.

Catherine, doing it yourself

is going to make anything that you get inadmissible.

Yeah, I know procedure,

I didn't want an official investigation.

I-I just want to know what happened.

Okay, all right.

Uh...

I got to get this, uh, stuff to the lab.

Room 229, it's right up there.

Please print it.

And keep it between us.

Okay.

Thanks.

I went out for a latte.

I got home around 5:00.

I never even went into the kitchen.

I just went straight upstairs and took a shower.

God that means that he was dead this whole time.

We believe whoever killed your husband had access to the house.

Yeah, do you think anyone else had the... the gate code?

Just the housekeepers.

And the handymen, and the pool guys.

And the gardeners, and the...

messengers and...

the caterers.

MRS. DELANCY: I can tell you where you should

start looking.

Sven.

Are you accusing your son of killing your husband?

He is not my son.

That's Izzy's kid from his first wife.

Oh.

He has real problems.

His mom was like a cokehead or something.

CURTIS: Hey, how you doing?

How you doing man?

I've been better.

What time did you get back from school?

Around 4:00.

And then what did you do?

Homework, games.

Did you...

see your dad at all?

No, I usually don't see him until dinner.

And then...

I get picked up right after, so.

By who?

My mom.

You don't live here full time?

Tuesdays and every other Saturday.

Well, that's got to be tough.

Whatever.

I just go where I'm told.

WOMAN: Let me in, I am his mother.

I know, baby, I know.

This is really hard.

It's okay to be upset, okay.

What's on your finger...

Did you fingerprint my son?

We fingerprinted everyone in the house, DNA samples as well.

Is he a suspect?

He didn't refuse and Mrs. Delancy was here.

Sleeping with his father does not make her his mother, okay.

I'm his mother.

Where were you this afternoon?

I was taking a walk.

Can anyone confirm that?

No.

Come on.

Let's go.

Bleach was used in this kitchen but not to clean up the blood.

So the aging rocker bit it in the kitchen

with the marble rolling pin?

If only the who was as easy as the how.

Oh, hey. You got to be pulling a double

if you're in my lab at this hour.

Yeah.

What's up? You need a hand?

No. Thanks.

Oh. ABA card.

It's negative for semen.

I said I didn't need your help.

Oh, thank you,

but there's no drinking or eating allowed in the lab.

It's a urine sample.

My bad.

Get it to Tox.

And... check this for spermicide.

Call me with the results.

Did you run out of proper swabs?

Just do it.

What's the case number?

Consider this a proficiency exam.

Muggs?

Sam. What are you doing here?

Just wanted to see your face,

and I missed you at the implosion party.

Oh, yeah.

I heard about that, um...

I'm sorry I missed that.

When's Lily get back from her cruise?

Monday.

How about a family dinner?

Uh, yeah, I'll call you when she's had a chance

to catch her breath.

You know you don't always need a reason to call me.

I know you're busy.

I'll see you later.

MEN : * Knows how to get what she wants *

* Knows how to get what she needs, yeah, yeah *

* Yeah, she knows just how to play, what to say *

* Make you give her anything *

Cause of death?

* Blunt force trauma *

* To the back of the skull *

* And a fracturing of the occipital lobe *

* There was massive hemorrhaging on the brain *

* And death was probably swift *

* Yeah. *

Sorry, Izzy.

Now... what is that?

The key to our mystery?

WILLOWS: Excuse me.

What can I do you for?

You were working last night.

Always. I own the place.

Do you remember me?

I was... I was here.

Was a busy night, I'm sorry.

Well... do you have

any surveillance cameras in the place?

What's this about?

I'm with the Crime Lab.

Yeah, that's the only one.

Just gets the cash register.

So you've got nothing that covers the customers

or the dance floor, or...?

No need to.

Find something?

No.

No prints, no hairs, no fibers.

Materials are common

hobby shop issue, but the blood

matches the victim's.

Are you interested in motive?

Sofia just spent the last two hours

with the sheriff, the head of the Olympia Casino,

and a couple of dozen lawyers.

Apparently, Izzy Delancy owned the rights to his own songs.

The Olympia was negotiating to purchase them

for a medley show based on his music.

Izzy never got a chance to sign the contracts.

Dead rock star, nut job family,

and a company hungry for the next Mamma Mia!

Who inherits the music rights?

The son, Sven,

but he's a minor, so the rights

would be controlled by his mother, Dusty.

It's illegal to benefit from a criminal act.

If either one of them committed the murder...

Then the rights would go to Izzy's current wife, Madeline.

Well, that's motive for her.

But how does this fit in?

ECKLIE : Maybe we should release it

to the media.

Someone might have unwittingly

made a component of the miniature.

If they came forward, that could help us.

What's the point of gratifying the murderer with publicity?

Izzy Delancy is famous; the press wants answers.

Don't we all?

Sara, this is your case, too-- what do you think?

I, uh... I agree with Grissom.

Of course you do.

I looked into the key that Izzy swallowed.

Turns out that Bumblebee is a safe company.

Sofia asked Madeline about it.

She says she knew that there was a safe in the house

but didn't know where it was-- my kind of marriage.

So the key could've been in his system

anywhere from a few minutes to several days?

Right. So if robbery was the motive for murder

and Izzy swallowed the key to keep something hidden,

maybe whatever is in that safe will lead us to who.

You're late.

I did the best I could, Lindsey.

You said you would watch the rehearsal.

Work just... really got out of hand.

Surprise.

Lindsey.

I really am sorry.

I hate it when work gets in the way.

I love to watch you dance.

Fine. Whatever.

I got a solo.

You did?

That's so great!

It's Romeo and Juliet.

Fanta...

Is my daughter okay?

Lindsey!

Lindsey!

WILLOWS: I don't need that. I'm fine.

Ma'am, you need to put this on, for your own safety.

You suffered a head trauma.

There could be serious delayed problems.

I'm refusing treatment. Just give me the release form.

Ma'am, I strongly recommend you put this on...

Just give me the damn form! Hey, hey, hey.

Catherine. They got Lindsey.

I know. They took Lindsey.

It's all over the radio, I heard. It was an SUV.

And it was silver or brown. We're gonna get Lindsey back, okay?

And they drove that direction.

I never saw it coming. Okay.

They came from this direction.

Slow down, slow down.

These are acceleration marks.

They were waiting for us.

I should've told you, but I didn't want a sermon.

I did my own rape kit.

Came back negative.

Thank God.

These events have to be connected.

We'll check your old cases for possible suspects.

I'll ask Ecklie if he can kick in some help from day shift.

I appreciate that.

You've got to stay at arm's length, Catherine.

I-I know.

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Nothing but partials.

That's impossible.

I ran the VIN number on the Cougar that hit you.

A place sold it yesterday for cash.

Catherine, I'm really sorry for leaving you there.

Don't go there, Nick.

They were gonna get to me, one way or another.

It had to have been at least two guys--

one who was driving the Cougar, and the other in the SUV.

He reached through the window.

Print the inside of that handle.

Okay.

Sam?

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It just happened. Who told you?

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Well, I can't talk right now.

I'll let you know when we find something out.

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Sure, Sam.

Sam!

What do you know about what happened to Lindsey?

What do you know about it?

Who's using us to get to you?

This is your granddaughter we're talking about.

What the hell do you know?

Front desk found this in the quick checkout bin.

"Can you guess what you're going to give me?"

What does that mean? Who's behind this?

I don't know.

This was just found.

Same place.

Where is she?

Who has her?

I swear, I don't know.

Like hell!

I blame you! I blame you for this!

I never wanted to involve you personally or professionally

in any of my business.

Business? You don't have a business.

You're a thug in thousand dollar shoes!

Thanks for not disappointing me, Sam.

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Okay, but could you take a break

or get a cup of tea or something here?

Think I got something. What?

Mandy ran the print that I picked up from your car,

and it's a match to an open burglary case,

from a few months ago.

I think it was yours, Warrick.

I got it.

Oh, this is from this couple from San Francisco.

Bought a second home in Seven Hills,

came back and found it tossed.

The chair.

Look at that.

The chair.

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Gun! Gun!

Call a paramedic!

Lindsey!

Lindsey! Mom!

Where are you, Lindsey?!

Lindsey! Lindsey!

Lindsey! Catherine!

Don't touch her.

If you want a conviction,

you have to let me do this, all right?

Let me do it, all right?

All right.

WILLOWS: I'm right here, Lindsey.

Right here.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

Deep breaths.

Breathe easy.

Deep breaths.

Almost. Almost.

Okay. It's okay.

I got you.

I got you. Everything's okay.

Mom.

It's okay.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

Mom.

I got you.

Everything's okay.

How's Lindsey?

She says she's fine.

The doctor is assessing her now.

We still don't have an ID.

Prints put him in the motel.

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Can you place him at the bar?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was there.

The accident was a two-man job.

Can you remember anybody else?

I can't get a face.

SIDLE: Greg found the mother lode.

The Nanny saved all of her e-mails

on her computer.

She was sending private Delancy family photos

to an editor at Scandal Pages magazine.

Based on a sliding scale of salaciousness,

Scandal Pages was depositing money

into Annie's PayPal account.

So I have the DNA combo from Sven's bed sheets,

and none of it was actually Sven's.

Whoa.

CURTIS: Annie Lansfield,

Cornstalk Queen of Tidioute, Pennsylvania.

You move to Vegas to become famous

and ended up doing diaper duty

for a washed-up rock star.

Do you want to tell me how you ended up

in a safe that even his wife didn't know about?

I clean for extra cash.

I know the house better than anyone.

I knew where the safe was.

I just didn't have a key, until...

Honey, I need some money to buy clothes for Emma.

I just gave you money for that.

She's a baby.

She grows.

You know, this wouldn't even be an issue

if you would sign those damn contracts.

Really?

Well, that is between me and my music.

And you,

you will never see this safe.

Gold digger!

Dig for that!

The E.R. doctor said it would pass in a couple of days.

They gave us a copy of the X-ray

to keep on file with the general physician.

It had the perfect outline of the key.

So, I took the X-ray to a key shop,

told them my kid swallowed it.

Resourceful.

But I put everything back.

After making Scandal Pages money off it.

Look, a few years ago,

Izzy went on this big health kick--

vegetarian, blah, blah.

He claimed that all those chicken heads

that he bit on stage were fake.

When I found them, I was just so excited.

Do you know how much Scandal Pages pays

for an urban legend story?

A lot.

Here's a scandal:

we got evidence

of sex between you and Izzy Delancy in Sven's bed.

Or how about this: if you killed him,

you'd be the first to crack open that whole story.

Exclusive pics, the whole deal.

It took 911 a while to come.

I just got a quick pic.

You said it-- I'm resourceful, not a murderer.

I didn't do it.

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NARRATOR: It seemed more like a fairy tale.

Hard living rocker, Izzy Delancy met Dusty DeCosta.

They fell in love. He wrote a hit song about her.

She was to become his first wife... or was she?

Where did you find this? In a potentially shocking display

Oh, I dug deep. of distrust and business acumen,

Izzy Delancy, after ten years of dating Dusty DeCosta,

finally wed her in a beautiful,

flower-filled ceremony in Malaysia.

The ceremony was everything a girl could hope for--

beautiful, romantic, well-attended.

The only thing it wasn't? Legal.

Much to Dusty's surprise, years later, after filing for divorce

and custody of their then eight-year-old son, Sven,

she was shocked to discover that the Malaysian Shaman

was not recognized by the United States as an officiant.

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Sounds like motive to me.

Oh. Hi.

Listen, you're going to have to follow me

'cause I'm late for a client.

What is it you want?

We were wondering

if you could tell us about your relationship with Izzy?

Oh, God.

So I'm a suspect now?

That's precious.

Okay. The man makes a mint off of singing about our sex life,

barely offers a relationship to our son,

kicks me out of a house we built together,

leaves me with nothing, and now you want to put me in jail?

Rich. Really rich.

Izzy was a smart business man.

He owned all the rights to his music.

What does that matter to me?

Do I get royalty checks for being his muse.

SIDLE: Exactly.

But with Izzy dead, the rights go to Sven.

Ostensibly you.

And you still don't an alibi for the afternoon of Izzy's death.

I do,

it's just embarrassing to me.

The "new" Mrs. Delancy called a meeting.

She tells me about the Olympia offer,

Izzy's being difficult about the deal,

so would I talk to him because he listens to me still.

Had he started sleeping with the nanny yet?

Yeah.

Did Madeline tell you that was her old job?

No. No.

Look, I'd like to pin it on her, I really would, but I can't

because I was with her at the Espresso Drop all afternoon.

I really have to go.

What are those drawings on the table?

Oh, those are Sven's.

Some mothers get sport trophies,

I get perfectly rendered skyscrapers.

He wants to be an urban planner.

He's kind of obsessed with models.

You guys let yourself out, okay?

If Sven is capable of creating these kind of 3-D renderings,

he definitely could've built that Miniature.

Son defending the honor of his mother?

Name that Greek tragedy.

Yes, I'm angry with my father

for the way he treated my mother.

I'm angry with my father for sleeping with Annie.

I'm angry with my father for naming me Sven.

But I've been in therapy twice a week since I was six.

I'm tired of adults asking me if I'm angry.

Besides, I'm...

I'm not the only one who's pissed at my dad.

Right, but your mom and Madeline are covered.

They were together at the time of your father's death.

So maybe you were so angry with your father,

that you channeled your anger

and used your skills as a model builder

to build this.

And a nice...

heavy object to do this.

I always faint at the sight of blood.

If that's the case, he probably did not commit the murder

and he certainly didn't paint the Miniature

with his father's blood.

And there's a test we can do to prove it.

GRISSOM: We're using a tilt table

and we're injecting him with isoproterenol.

We're testing his sensitivity to his vagus nerve.

Basically, we're looking to find out

if the nerves that control his blood pressure

are predisposed to short circuit

when he gets an adrenaline rush.

You're telling me that this could keep him out of jail?

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I hear we're out of suspects.

Not necessarily.

Could be anybody in town.

Or anybody out of town for that matter.

That's a lot of suspects.

What do you want us to do?

I don't know.

I'll deal with it.

I ran DNA on the guy who was holding Lindsey.

Did you get a name?

Um, kind of. See, this guy has markers

that are found in, like, ten percent of the population

which reminded me of some other results

that I'd been processing recently.

13 alleles in common with Robert O'Brien?

The suicide from Sam Braun's implosion party.

The guy who grabbed Lindsey is Robert O'Brien's brother?

Right. So when that came up,

I ran all the other exemplars from the O'Brien case,

and I got a hit on a piece of hair

from the duct tape that they used to bind Lindsey.

Joe Hirschoff.

O'Brien's partner.

WILLOWS: Hi, Sam.

Everybody in town knows you're here every Thursday night.

And usually with my mother.

I'll be right along.

She doesn't mean a thing.

It's all show.

Look, Muggs, yesterday was...

Just save it.

I only came here to tell you to call off your guys.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Joe Hirschoff and his partner

invested everything they had in The Eclipse.

But it went bankrupt before you broke ground.

You formed a new corporation to finish the project,

leaving those guys with nothing.

Sometimes that's the way it goes in business.

Uh-huh.

O'Brien and Hirschoff lost $20 million, right?

O'Brien caved and stuck a gun in his mouth.

Hirschoff wants you to pay him back.

So, where is he?

I don't know.

Come on, Sam, this isn't Old Vegas anymore.

Let the police handle it.

Or have you already killed him?

I give you my word, no.

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