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* Those who are dead are not dead *

* They're just living in my head *

* And since I fell for that spell *

* I am living there as well

* Oh...

* Time is so short and I'm sure *

* There must be something more

* Those who are dead are not dead *

Hello?

* They're just living in my head *

* Oh... oh...

* And since I fell for that spell *

* I am living there as well

* Oh... oh...

* Time is so short and I'm sure *

* There must be something more

* Oh...

* Oh, oh, oh...

No!

What's with the bikini?

Maybe she wanted to leave
a good-looking corpse.

Guys, you might want to
take a few steps back.

This could get messy.

Soup sandwich.

Should have taken the elevator down.

* Who... are you?

* Who, who, who, who? *

* Who... are you?

* Who, who, who, who?

* I really wanna know

* Who... are you?

* Oh-oh-oh * Who... *

* Come on, tell me who are you, you, you *

* Are you!

It's the lab again.

Do you want to get it?

No.

Maybe we should go away for a while.

I can't.

We're so short.

Why don't you stay?

I can't stay here.

It would be nice to take a trip.

I don't know.

Get on the Sea Shepherd.

Go to the Gal�pagos.

We can literally walk in
the footsteps of Darwin.

The fall is like flying.

It's the sudden stop that gets you.

Momentum's a bitch.

Catherine.

The doorman I.D.'d her as Sprig Greniger.

Apartment 2204. Lives with her boyfriend.

We're putting out abroadcast.

Well, let's find out why Sprig was sprung.

Whoa.

No sign of forced entry.

No struggle.

Nice place. Mm-hmm.

Something smells really good.

Mmm.

Cook ten hours at 200 degrees.

Hey.

She was getting married
in less than two weeks.

What?

Yeah, she was having dinner
with the in-laws tonight.

"Pot roast. Make and reheat."

Less than an hour left on the pot roast.

Turn on the news, make a pot roast,

slip into a bikini, and commit suicide?

Yeah, it doesn't make a
whole lot of sense. Mnh-mnh.

She got a call just before midnight.

Maybe she and the boyfriend had a fight.

Oh, God.

What?

Nothing.

Archie, it's Catherine.

Can you run a number for me?

Sir.

Williams. Doc.

What took so long for the lab to get here?

We're a little shorthanded, Detective.

Sorry. Forgot.

Delivery guy found her
here a couple of hours ago.

Rough neighborhood.

Looks like someone was having

a five-finger discussion with her.

The language of the streets.

And there's your money shot.

Blunt-force trauma

to the back of the skull.

I think I found ground zero.

And I found a room key in her back pocket.

Tangiers.

I'll check it out.

I don't see a purse.

Maybe she was a tourist

trying to score something a
little stronger than alcohol.

Detective, give me a hand here,
would you? Yeah.

The globes of her eyeballs are ruptured.

Looks like someone thumbed them back

into the orbital socket.

You know, they, uh, they squish like grapes.

This was rage.

Pure rage.

Hi. Sorry to hear about Brown.

Gonna miss him. Yeah. Me, too.

Your victim was a 34-year-old black female.

Been in a coma for eight years.

Result of a rape assault.

I worked the case, along with Sidle.

Looks like the husband
disconnected the breathing tube.

I can't get him away from her.

The uniforms are gonna
go in and drag him out.

I'm just waiting for you.

Why don't you, uh, hold off on that.

I'd just like to make a call first.

*

I wonder how many guys go on
diets before their weddings.

She was filing for unemployment.

Bank teller.

Maybe losing her job sent her over the edge.

This is Catherine.

Oh, hey, Archie.

Oh.

Okay, thanks.

So, the last call to Sprig's cell

was from a pay phone on
Paradise and Moesser Avenue.

That's right across the street.

Yeah.

Whoever called Sprig had a front-row seat.

I'll print the phone, see what I can get.

Catherine...

this is Brett Davidson;
he's the victim's fianc�.

Mr. Davidson, I'm sorry for your loss.

How often do you have to say that?

Often.

You live here.

Right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to print you.

Where were you, Mr. Davidson?

I had a business trip in Phoenix.

I was just gone for a day.

Was your fianc�e depressed?

No, she invented the silver lining.

We were getting married.

We were having my parents over for dinner.

She'd been planning it for weeks.

Were the two of you having problems?

No.

I mean...

weddings don't always bring
out the best in women.

What do you mean?

She didn't want "fat" wedding pictures,

so she stopped eating.

Obsessively counting calories,
and all that dietstuff.

And there's the cost of the wedding,

the honeymoon.

Plus the, uh, mortgage on this place.

I told her not to worry about money,

that I could pay for everything.

I told her that all the time.

Did she quit her job?

It was a misunderstanding.

Her drawer came in short.

After five years

of loyal service, the bank accused her

of stealing ten grand.

She didn't do it.

It's just not who she is.

I held the scene for you.

Thanks.

Tom?

Sarah.

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd been away.

I am so sorry.

I know how much you loved her.

I promised to protect her.

I failed her once.

I wasn't gonna fail her again.

What do you mean?

He started calling me.

Harassing me.

And he was here in her room.

Who was here, Mr. Adler? The guy

who put her here...

Tony Thorpe.

He left me a newspaper clipping

from eight years ago, with a note.

Said he violated her again.

That she liked it more the second time.

It's the only way I knew to save her.

You still have the newspaper?

We could run it for prints.

It made me sick

to my stomach.

I burned it.

Mr. Adler,

you need to come with me.

We need to go downtown

so you can give a statement.

Tom, look. Um...

I-I am no longer a CSI, but...

I'll go with you. Okay?

I won't leave you.

Here's what got our jumper fired.

He's making change.

Oh.

He gave her two 50s.

She gave him a hundred hundreds.

Ten grand.

Mm.

Bank manager said when he questioned her,

she couldn't remember the
customer or the transaction.

But there's no gun, no note.

She doesn't appear to be under duress.

Which is exactly

why the bank figured it was a scam--
she was in on it.

Now, this is a day-shift case

from a couple of weeks ago.

Different bank,

same guy, same gag.

The guy hands her two $50s.

She counts out a hundred
hundred-dollar bills

According to the case file,

she can't remember anything either.

I've been working at First Federation

nine years.

Perfect record.

Miss Powell,

do you recognize this man?

If I knew who he was,
I'd hunt him down myself.

You know, memory is a funny thing.

Even when they showed me the video,

I couldn't remember this guy.

Now my mind starts thinking I do know him.

But I'm just recognizing
him from all the times

you cops keep showing me
his damn, ugly picture.

And you don't have

any memory of what happened
the day he came in.

You always remember the day you got fired.

What I can't remember,
is "Light Fingers" Louie there.

Miss Powell, have you been doing anything

to lose weight recently?

Now you saying

I look fat? Because I only

gained three pounds since I quit smoking.

Oh.

And how did you quit?

Went to the stop-smoking lady.

You trying to quit, too?

'Cause, uh...

I got her number.

My, that's a big,
big egg you're trying to lay.

All right, back to your roosts.

Back to your roosts.

Back, back, back to your roost.

Now, on my count of three,
you will go into a deep

state of relaxation.

Your eyes will become heavy.

One... two... three.

Relax.

Deeper and deeper into
a state of relaxation.

Deeper...

and deeper.

You are feeling...

very comfortable.

Now, sweetheart,

I'm handing you a delicious, crunchy apple.

Oh, no.

When I tell you to open
your eyes, you will bite

into this delicious, crunchy apple.

One, two, three--

open your eyes.

Ohh...

MADAME MARVELOUS: Well,
the show just pays the bills,

but most of my work is
private client therapy.

Was a young lady named Sprig
Greniger a client of yours?

She wanted to lose weight for her honeymoon,

and she lost 12 pounds. Well,

what did you do?

Well, I didn't do anything.

All hypnosis is self-hypnosis.

Look, people clucking like
chickens and humping chairs,

that's all... that's all schtick.

But...

when they come to me for therapy,

they have a goal.

They want to lose weight or stop smoking,

and I do visualizations
to help them get there.

"See your lungs healthy."

"See yourself in a bathing suit."

What kind

of visualizations did you give Sprig?

I told her to, uh,

picture herself in a... in a teeny bikini,

on a beach in Hawaii,

taking off her towel,
then running across the sand

and jumping into the water,

feeling fit and confident.

Sounds pretty simple.

It is and it isn't.

Hypnosis just helps you go

into different states of consciousness.

I mean, beta is your most conscious state.

That's what we're all in right now.

And then there's alpha.

That's your meditative state.

And then theta. That's your dream state.

And finally, there's delta.

That's that super deep sleep you go into

after feeling really exhausted.

I mean, have either one of you
ever gotten to work and then

forgotten how you got there?

Forgotten the entire ride?

Well, then

essentially, you've been
in a hypnotic state.

I mean, being in love, all you see is good.

Being in grief, all you see is bad.

It's all altered states,
and we float between them.

What state of mind was the onion-eater in?

Well, he was somewhere
between alpha and theta.

And what will he remember?

Eating an onion?

Or eating an apple?

As far as he knows, he ate an apple.

Because you told him it was an apple.

Well, because he wanted to eat an apple.

So, could you convince
people to do anything?

Like...

rob a bank?

Hypnosis is not magic; I cannot make people

do things that they wouldn't otherwise do,

unless...

unless it was already in their nature.

The prints came back. Paula Bonfilio,

high school guidance
counselor from Henderson.

How about the Tangiers
room key in her pocket?

The room was registered to a pit boss there.

Says he uses it to entertain high rollers.

She didn't sound like a high roller to me.

Pit boss says he can tell like clockwork

when she gets her paycheck.

Last night she was in pretty deep.

He helped her get out of the hole.

Oh, I get it.

You get a DNA sample?

It matched the semen Grissom
found in her vaginal vault.

Well, I'm glad she's guiding our youth.

Look, I'm hung up at the sheriff's office

helping them look for a new undersheriff.

You're gonna find out what she
was doing in Alphabet City?

Yes, sir. I'm on my way to
talk to the family right now.

Okay, stay safe. Okay.

Can I help you?

And you are?

I'm, I'm Scott Bonfilio.

So, Scott, is your dad around?

I don't have a dad.

I mean, I... I don't know who he is.

I'm Detective Williams,

LVPD. This is Gil Grissom,

from the Crime Lab.

Is this about my mom? Is she in trouble?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...

your mom has died.

It appears she was murdered.

But I, I talked to her last night.

She was fine.

What time?

Um...

Like around 10:00 or so.

She was with Lexi.

Who's that?

She's my baby sister.

We interrupt our program with
this important Amber Alert.

Please help police find this little girl...

She's just two years old
and named Lexi Bonfilio.

Lexi's mother was last seen alive

up at Tangiers Casino Hotel...

Wow, that's was really fast.

We take missing children very seriously.

Did you find me anything with DNA on it?

Yes.

I-I haven't washed it.

Will that work?

It's perfect.

Scott, when was the last
time you saw your mother?

Yesterday at school.

She said she and Lexi were going shopping

I had to work, so I didn't
get home till around 7:00.

And she called around 10:00? Yeah.

She said she... would be gone for the night.

Is that normal?

Gone for the night? Yes.

With Lexi... only if I have to work.

Did she say where she was or...?

No.

And I stopped asking.

I know this sounds terrible,

but I'm.... I'm a straight-A senior.

Going to community college next year

because my mom gambled
away my college money.

I started hiding my paychecks

but my mom would find them anyway.

And then she'd go to the
tables and lose it all.

This isn't your typical
mother-son relationship.

Is it possible that your
sister's with her father?

No.

My mom's always been kind of a...

kind of a party girl.

But she never brought guys home.

When she got pregnant with Lexi...

she said she was a gift from God.

I got a pretty good
timeline on Paul Bonfilio.

At 4:15 p.m.,

a hold was placed on Paul's credit card

by the Tangiers Casino Day Care.

Casino day care; there's the
fifth sign of the Apocalypse.

She loses big for a couple of hours.

Leaves the table around 6:00 p.m.

Picked her up on another camera

heading away with some cheesy-looking dude.

Brass ID'd him as a pit boss.

Entertainer to the desperate.

She goes back to the tables around 7:00

but didn't play for very long.

She got a call from a disposable cell phone.

I'm thinking it was from... this guy.

He grabs her. She grabs
her last 500-dollar chip,

and they split.

He got her out of there
before she lost it all.

You know, higher denomination chips

sometimes carry a radio frequency device.

I'll call the casino. They'll flag it.

Someone tries to cash it, they'll tell us.

At 8:15 p.m.,

she and Mr. Grabby pick up the baby.

So now she's got the baby.

The next time I have her is at

Pete's Pawnshop downtown, B Street.

Right where you found the body.

Her ATM card was rejected there

just after 9:00 p.m.

The account was overdrawn.

And then we have a cell phone
call to home around 10:00 p.m.

That's it for the timeline.

Last seen with a man wearing glasses

inside Pete's Pawnshop.

I found broken optical glass
in the alley out back.

Maybe we're looking at her killer.

Is this justice?

He's a victim in this.

He had admitted killing his wife.

Active euthanasia is felony murder.

I feel for the guy,
but it's out of my hands.

He said that Thorpe went to Pam's room,

did God only knows what,

called his house, bragged about it...

We're checking into that.

It would have helped if he saved the note.

Would you if it was your wife?

Sara,

the fact is, he unplugged her tube,

and he watched her die.

This is why I can't do this anymore.

None of the calls to Tom Adler's home phone

could be traced back to Tony Thorpe.

Well, he could use the pay phone

or a disposable phone.

There's no evidence

Thorpe was ever in Pam Adler's room.

No trace of him on her or in her.

And Doc Robbins found no
sign of sexual assault.

Yeah, but we don't know when that happened.

And we both know that semen deteriorates

within 12 to 24 hours.

Sara, you have to consider the possibility

that the husband made up the story

to justify his actions.

No, absolutely not.

I'm not saying he didn't love her.

He loved her so much

that he kept her alive for eight years.

You're still a scientist.

You know that after that
many years of atrophy,

she wasn't coming back to him.

I mean, sooner or later,

a relationship in stasis withers.

You get angry.

You need more than the safety of knowing

that you're not alone.

Then he should have just walked away.

Well, maybe he couldn't.

Maybe he needed her to leave him.

Who are we talking about right now?

I'm going to count
backwards from ten to one.

When I get to one, you'll be at work

the day of the robbery.

Ten... nine...

eight... breathing...

seven... six...

getting closer...

five, four... breathing...

three, two,

one.

Now, Grace,

there's a man at your window.

He has a beard and baseball cap.

Do you see him?

What is he saying to you?

He wants change for two 50s.

And what do you do?

I give him a hundred singles.

Surveillance showed

hundreds on the right,

singles on the left.

She definitely gave him hundreds.

Does he say anything else to you?

I can't remember.

Usually, the witnesses I
hypnotize for the department

remember even tiny details.

In my opinion, whoever
hypnotized her put a block in.

What do you mean by a block?

A command to keep her from
remembering what happened.

So, you're saying this guy can just roll

into a crowded bank, walk up to a teller

and in 30 seconds, look her in the eye

tell her she's getting sleepy

and sloppy with her hundreds?

You couldn't do it in 30 seconds.

But if there's a block,

it wasn't the first time he hypnotized her.

During a prior session,

he must have implanted a
post-hypnotic suggestion

with a word

or a phrase as a trigger.

Could this post-hypnotic suggestion

get people to do anything

even if it's against their moral code?

It's all in the phrasing.

You don't say "Rob the bank."

You say,

"Liberate the money."

So, anybody says, "Liberate the money"

and she sees hundreds as ones?

No, it has to be the same voice

that planted the suggestion.

She had a female hypnotist.

We gotta get a better
description on this guy.

The man with the baseball cap
is standing in front of you.

What else do you notice about him?

Small hands. Little sissy hands.

Jacked-up fingernails.

Maybe it's a fungus.

I don't think it's a fungus.

I think it's a nail glue.

That's how your nails look

after you take off the acrylic tips.

When someone comes to me for therapy,

they have a goal.

Archie, pull up the DMV photo

of Viviana Conway.

And now do

a biometrics comparison

with the guy with the funky nails.

I figured out why Thorpe
was harassing the Adlers.

Eight years ago,
the law was if a victim dies,

within a year and a day from an assault,

the suspect can still be
charged with the murder. Right.

We're working this case as a murder.

At least for the next year and a day.

And even then, I'm still a juvie.

According to D.A. Klein, the law's changed.

Nowadays, if Pam Adler died,

and her death could be
attributed to the rape assault,

Thorpe could be charged
with her murder at any time.

So if Thorpe knew that,
he would have had motive to terrorize Tom

by making Tom believe
that he was raping Pam.

Because if the husband goes down for it,

Thorpe's free and clear.

It's murder by proxy.

Thank you.

Grissom, ALPR's got a hit
on Paul Bonfilio's car.

We're sitting on it now. I'll let you know.

Excuse me, miss.

Is that your car?

I'm driving it.

Then you're under arrest for
receiving stolen property...

Hey, hey, watch the nails!

I didn't kidnap nobody.

Where'd you get the car?

Some dude.

Hey, baby, want to taste a little sugar?

I don't do looky-loos.

I'll give you this car if
you drop her off for me.

Some white boy with real
hair gives you a car,

you don't say no.

Well, then it's your lucky day.

Where'd you drop her off?

At Palermo. They got the best buffet.

I need to pick up the child
this woman dropped off.

Name?

Trixie, Jr.

You're over the four-hour limit.

She made a couple of stops.

You're not supposed to leave the casino.

Bitch, can you not read a situation?

It ain't my real baby, stupid!

There you go. There you go.

Hey, hey... that's okay, I got him.

Come here. Here's your big brother.

Who's my good girl?

Who's a good girl?

I was so scared. I was so scared.

I missed you so much.

Can I keep her?

I'm 18.

I've basically been taking
care of her since she was born.

That's up to C.P.S.

But I'll have my captain put in a good word.

Now stage left. Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

It could have just looked
like teller error...

twice.

I know you're quite the performer, but...

in our business, wearing a disguise

is called consciousness of guilt.

I believe that's

beta level consciousness.

These people trusted you.

And you got them fired from their jobs.

Why would you do something like that?

Because I could.

I can't sing.

I'm not a surgeon.

But I have this gift.

I have this energy and this voice

that makes people feel very calm.

Calm enough to get inside their heads.

You give me 20 minutes with anyone,

and I can put them under.

Cops, soldiers, bank tellers.

I mean, come on, I had not one,

but two clients who were bank tellers.

I had to try.

Sprig Greniger is dead.

We don't think it was a suicide.

Sprig wrote five checks to you.

According to her datebook,
she had six sessions.

The last one was the day she died.

Explain that to me.

I gave her a free session.

I mean, it was the least I could do.

Like you said, you know,
she'd just lost her job.

Maybe she hadn't lost her memory,

and she was on to you.

Hey, I've never even been
to Sprig's apartment.

No, but you used the pay
phone across the street.

Your prints are on it.

All she needed to hear

was the sound of your voice.

Hello.

It's time for your honeymoon.

She put on a bikini. She grabbed a towel.

She went out onto the balcony.

You told her to picture
herself on a beach in Hawaii

running across the sand,
feeling fit and confident.

You told her to jump into the water.

You guys might have me for bank robbery...

but there is no way that you can prove

I had anything to do with her death.

It's like I told you--

I cannot make people do anything
that they don't want to do.

I can.

Get in jail.

Sara, they're bringing Thorpe in now.

Now look, I know you have
personal interest in this.

But you're not on the job anymore.

I know.

Tony.

Remember me?

Detective Vega.

Well, screw you.

I want a lawyer.

I'm not charging you with anything.

I just want to talk.

How'd you end up with the wheels?

Pepper Street doing some bad shots.

I'm too tough to die. How long ago?

Last Christmas.

So this is what we got.

We found your prints all
over Paula Bonfilio's car.

So tell me, Leon,

how'd you bust up your hands?

Can't remember.

Picking blueberries, I think.

Oh.

How much did Paula owe you?

Lending money to those who
need it isn't against the law.

But killing them if they can't pay up is.

All you got left

is the baby and the car!

Pay me right now or I take them!

Yeah, I roughed her up.

And yeah, I unburdened her
of her car and her baby.

But when I left her in that alley,
she was completely alive.

Then why not unburden her

of that 500-dollar chip
she had in her purse?

Lady owed me 12,000 bucks.

$500 barely covers the interest.

You got to tough-love these junkie twits

or they never pay up.

I swear

on my professional oath,

I was going to give her
the car and the baby back.

Then why give them to the hooker?

That was just after I saw
that crap on the news.

Kid's cool, right?

I didn't kill her.

We, uh...

found Thorpe.

Why did you lie to me, Tom?

I can't win for losing.

People told me I was selfish
keeping her alive for so long.

And now look at me.

Mostly I was pissed that
he's out walking around.

And whenever I wasn't working
or paying for her care,

I was just sitting by that bed.

After a while,

I realized the only one who was
feeling any suffering... was me.

I just wasn't living.

I just couldn't move on and
leave her there like that.

You could have asked the
doctors to help you.

By telling them what?

That I was tired?

I wanted them to kill my wife

so that I could have a weekend to myself?

At least that would have been honest.

Archie Johnson.

Someone tried to cash that chip?

Yeah, send it over. Thanks.

Grissom.

This looks like

the same gold link strap I found

at the scene.

And there's blood on it.

Honey...

Paula called Scott around 10:00.

Maybe she needed his help.

I screwed up... big time.

Where's Lexi?

Don't be upset. I can fix this.

No! Are you out of your mind?!
Just tell me where Lexi is.

He won't give her back until we give
him the money! How could you do this?!

This might explain the rage.

He was Oedipus.

I was just running the DNA profiles,

and Paula and Scott Bonfilio

don't have any markers in common.

I mean, these two are
definitely not mother and son.

And I checked for adoption records

and foster records for Scott,
and there's nothing.

Now, Lexi, on the other hand,

shares markers at every
locus with both of them.

So she's their kid?

Yeah.

Now, according to Paula's employment record,

they've only been living in Vegas
for a little over two years.

So the child was conceived
before they got here.

Which means that Scott was 15 years old.

This also says that her
previous place of employment

was Archfield High School in Akron, Ohio.

Scott was her student.

And his fingerprints are in the
missing children's database.

She didn't kidnap me,

but I became her hostage.

Why didn't you call your parents?

That's like switching arsenic for cyanide.

They'd never let me keep Lexi.

Someone cared enough about you

to put you in the missing kids' database.

My alkie dad was missing
his cigarette runner.

That's hardly love.

But you and Paula...

She was my guidance counselor.

She listened to all my problems.

It was the first time I felt heard.

Then it all went to hell.

I got too old for her.

She only liked me when I was risky.

As soon as the naughty faded away...

she started seeking risk
anywhere else she could.

I was just trying to start a...
a better life.

To make a family.

And then she gave away our
baby for a gambling debt.

Have you ever loved someone so much

that you would kill for them?

I do.

And even if Lexi can't be with me,

she's better off without her.

She promised me everything...

and then she took it all away.