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That's quite a kit you got there, Ray.

Well, it's my first official shift.

I want to be prepared.

Your training coordinator said
that you were very thorough.

Add this to your checklist--

whenever you're on call,
have a pen and paper near your bed,

along with a change of clothes,

a ball cap, bottled water,

sunblock, and make sure
you got a Thomas Guide

inside your vehicle,
in case your GPS crashes.

You don't want your evidence degrading

as you're scrambling to
get your act together.

Got it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ready to roll?

Oh, yeah.

Dr. Langston,

welcome aboard.

Thank you.

406 on the east side.

Ray's with you.

Okay.

Enjoy.

406-- burglary. Yeah, a little

bread and butter crime'll
be the perfect thing

to get your feet wet.

Come on.

You know you're not required

to wear a tie unless you're in court, right?

Yes, I know.

Something wrong with wearing a tie?

No, no.

What's going on, Akers?

Owner got home from work an hour ago,

found the window smashed.

His wife's jewelry is gone,

along with a laptop and his watch.

Where's the wife?

Out of town with their daughter.

The husband's inside.

What the hell was that?

You'll know as soon as I do.

Why don't you, uh, go ahead inside

and get started on the overalls, yeah?

DISPATCHER Repeat the 20 on the 445 call.

Dispatch, this is Charlie 0-5 Stokes.

No, no, there's nothing to worry about.

I'm fine.

Okay.

I do, I feel violated,

but the police are taking
care of everything.

That fireball was a private residence

near Sunrise Mountain.

Arson-Explosives is already on the way.

Are we on our way there, too?

Oh, yeah, we'll be done with this

before the fire's even out.

Just, uh, print the point of entry

and collect everything else.

I love you, too, honey.

Sir, you want to show me

where those stolen items were taken from?

I got to go.

Right this way.

My laptop was right here,

my watch right there,
and my wife's jewelry box--

they completely cleaned that out.

They didn't even bother
to ransack the place.

Just went straight for the good stuff.

And my wife's grandmother's
ring was in there,

her mother's cameo.

They really cleaned the thing out.

Write down everything that was stolen

and fax that form back to us.

Be sure and keep a copy
for your insurance, okay?

Okay.

What'd you do, try to use all of 'em?

In the field, you really
only need three powders:

black, magnetic, and dragon's blood.

If you can't get a print off one of those,

you're better off just
taking it back to the lab.

It just kept breaking up.

All right.

Doorknob's already toast;
let's work on the glass.

Now, don't do this if
you ever need touch DNA,

but in a pinch...

The water vapor from your breath

will adhere to the salt and
lipids in a latent print.

It revitalizes it.

Then you take a little dust--

just a little.

Gently.

It's all in the wrist.

A colleague of mine once told me

if I found myself in this part of town,

I should drive very fast.

Well, that's pretty good advice.

We get about half a dozen
calls out here a week.

There is a little no-tell motel

around here somewhere.

We found a corpse underneath a bed.

It'd been there for about four days.

People just went

right on using the room

till it was too ripe to ignore.

Did you catch the guy who did it?

Yeah, yeah, we did eventually.

Then that's a good story.

Dispatch,

Charlie 0-5 Stokes and Charlie 0-8 Langston,

reporting 402-419 Sunrise Mountain.

How's the first day of
school going, Professor?

I'll, uh, tell you at recess.

The arson investigator ran
dogs through the scene.

They didn't find any accelerant.

Doesn't rule out arson.

What's with the construction
equipment out front?

Were the owners remodeling or something?

Well, the place belongs to
Don and Paulla Kingsley.

They live here alone.

I got a call out to both of them.

I bet only one of them calls me back.

* 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! *

So where'd it all go?

I can't imagine Grissom being entirely happy

without his irradiated fetal pig.

He asked me to send a couple things

to the research station
in Costa Rica, and...

the rest is just going
into storage at his place.

Hmm, so he didn't sell his home?

A condo in Vegas?

That's 50 cents on the dollar at this point.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Well, you got a blank canvas.

You're senior supervisor.

It's your office now.

Oh, I like the one I have.

Catherine, if you don't want it, fine.

But you can't leave it empty, all right?

We don't have the space for a shrine.

Paulla Kingsley? It's gone.

It's all gone.

Paulla Kingsley?

I'm Mrs. Kingsley's assistant Carla Banks.

I didn't want her to drive herself.

I need Don. W-Where's Don?

We're not sure, ma'am.

He's, he's not-- Was he inside?

We found someone inside.

It's going to take a while

before we find out who that is.

Mrs. Kingsley, I'm Detective Jim Brass,
Las Vegas Police.

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

According to the fire department,

this isn't their first time out here.

You called 911 about six weeks ago

when your husband overdosed on secobarbital.

Is that right? Oh, my God.

Don.

This looks like it was the laundry room.

Everything's displaced outward...

from this point.

Blast originated here.

Sooting indicates that
the water heater inlet

was unhooked during the fire.

Maybe it was torn off by the blast.

If that were the case, these threads

would be stripped and they're not.

That's the natural gas
line hookup right there.

See if that valve's

open or closed for me, would you?

It's open.

If at first you don't succeed...

So would you say that Don Kingsley

was having emotional problems?

Yeah, Mr. Kingsley was depressed.

They'd been having some difficulties.

What kind of difficulties?

Financial.

Where was Mrs. Kingsley last night?

At the gym.

Buff & Tuff Fitness Center.
Well, the fire started

just after midnight.

Does she usually work out that late?

No. She owns the franchise.

Six locations across Vegas. Open 24/7.

So we're going to need the name

of Mr. Kingsley's dentist.

Can you help me with that?

Yeah, sure.

Aren't we required to run DNA on the victim?

No. We're only required to confirm I.D.

Fires sometimes destroy known exemplars.

Dental records are just quicker.

Boy, I bet you've never seen one of those

in the hospital before, huh?

Once. He was still screaming.

Okay, we're ready.

Now remember, lift with your legs.

On three.

One, two, three.

Here you go. I'll take that.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Again?

Let's go.

One, two, three.

Whoa, the bones feel... crumbly.

Like they were... shattered.

That's what happens when
they're in the oven too long.

Uh...

What should we do about that?

It could have trace from the body?

Yes, sir.

It's evidence?

Do you have a pair of
scissors I could borrow?

Thanks.

Excuse me.

David Hodges, right?

I need to, um...

You need to log that in with
the evidence clerk first.

And then he will distribute it

to the appropriate lab.

Right-- the evidence clerk isn't there.

Yeah, he never is.

And that's your problem.

Okay... fine.

So, now, I'll do his job.

May I help you?

Just check it in.

Fill out this form.

Well, you certainly have
a doctor's handwriting.

Next time, print.

There you are, Professor.

Nick stuck me with your 406.

Doesn't get you off of it.

I'll meet you in the A.V. Lab.

The laptop on the stolen property list

has a cell phone card in it with G.P.S.

That means we can track it.

Yeah, well, we are in luck.

This laptop's on a mesh network right now.

You bought my book.

Yeah.

Did you read it?

Yeah.

Guess that makes you one of the few.

I got an address.

If you're looking for drugs,
you're not going to find any.

My son's not into that stuff.

Right, Alex?

We're not looking for drugs, sir.

Mr. Palento, what's back here?

His bedroom.

Yes, it's on the list.

Where'd it come from?

I don't know; I found it. Where?

I can't remember exactly. Oh.

Alex, if you're screwing with me,

you're in serious trouble.

You find these things, too?

Some kids in the neighborhood.

They gave them to me.

Like who?

I can't remember.

Your son could easily be going out at night

and having other people come
in without your knowledge.

No, no, no, I keep that alley gate locked.

He doesn't have a key.

Where'd you get that stuff?

What difference does it make?

- That's not an answer!
- Hey.

That's not necessary.

Oh, you don't approve?
As a matter of fact, I don't.

Do you have any idea what it's like

to be a single father in this town?

I got two friends who had
their kids O.D. on them.

Don't you tell me how to handle my son.

We wouldn't dream of it, sir.

I apologize if we overstepped.

Come on.

In the house. I'm not done...

What, it's not our job to protect him?

His father let us in here without a warrant,

and he wasn't breaking any laws.

We're here to collect evidence.

We're not social workers.

You see the "Ma..."?

My guess is the glass came from a Mason jar.

My wife uses them to make fruit preserves.

Oh, well, I doubt this guy was
canning explosive peaches.

I hope I haven't missed all the fun stuff.

Hello, Doctor.

My name is-- Ray Langston, I know.

Albert Robbins.

Always happy to meet a fellow sawbones.

You've already met Don Kingsley.

And that is shrapnel from the explosion.

And what's this yellow residue?

That's not my department.

I sent a sample to Hodges. He's in Trace.

We've met.

Glass shards are only in
his feet and lower legs.

I was just about to dissect his trachea.

Care to do the honors?

It's been a while since I cut.

Eh, it's like

destroying a bicycle-- come on.

Oh... no soot.

This man wasn't breathing
while the fire was burning.

So, he croaked before he cooked.

Well, that would explain the calvarium.

It's cracked along the sutures.

Is that from the fire?

Well, it gets hot enough

to boil a brain, the, uh, steam

has to get out somehow.

That's not what I was going to show you.

Subdural hematoma.

Mm-hmm.

So, he was clocked

before he croaked and cooked.

Congratulations, Ray. Your first arson

has become your first homicide.

Somebody could've hit him with this.

Yeah, that or just about
anything else in here

that didn't get burned up or washed away.

Okay, we should bag everything

that might have been used
as a weapon or a remote

or a delayed ignition source.

Since it's pretty obvious

the arsonist wasn't in here
when this place went up.

All right.

Piece of cake.

Excuse me, sir?

You, uh, mind if I ask
what you're doing here?

Documenting my losses.

Your losses?

I'm Josh Barston. The Kingsleys' contractor.

All that gear is mine.
Luckily, it's insured.

Did you do all the construction here?

Yep.

Everything's up to code.
I got all the permits.

Well, that's good,
'cause I'm going to need copies

of all your plans and construction photos.

As well as contact information

for you and your crew, if you don't mind.

Sure, whatever you want.

That's a lot of concentration
for a property crime.

I think it just paid off.

This is a pawn shop receipt

for an antique cameo and a diamond ring--

the only two items left missing.

Our suspect is, what, 14 years old?

He didn't pawn these things by himself.

You sure you don't want to give this a shot?

I'd prefer to watch you.

Magnetic powder works
best on porous surfaces,

because it doesn't smear.

I hear it's all in the wrist.

Actually, I think it's in
the fingers, but that's me.

Nice!

Mm! The scanner's behind us.

Diane Palento?

The kid's mother.

Priors for shoplifting and...

ah, narcotics possession.

That's your mother pawning stolen property.

You didn't get that stuff

from the neighborhood kids.

Your mother gave it to you,
didn't she, Alex?

She didn't steal it.

She bought it from a garage sale.

You've been seeing her?

Taking presents from her
and lying to me about it?

So what?

You lied to me.

Said that she moved to New York.

She didn't love me anymore.

I did it to protect... It's not true!

I did it to protect you, Alex.

Your mother has problems,

and she's not doing
anything to help herself!

Yes, she is. Yes, she is!

She's getting her act together, okay?

Saving up for a nice apartment

so she and I can live together.

You are not going anywhere
except juvenile hall,

because receiving stolen property--
that's a crime.

Stealing is a bigger crime.

I know you're not a thief, Alex.

You're a good kid.

You made some bad decisions.

I know you two love each other,

but your mom made some bad decisions, too,

and I can't help her unless you help me.

That duffel bag is hers, isn't it?

When does she come around?

She sleeps there at night.

She stays on the floor.

Look, it's just for a while, okay?

She's gonna get her own place.

We're gonna live together.

It won't be much of a stakeout.

I doubt we'll have to set up on her

more than one night.

She'll show up.

Bad parents crave unconditional love.

Well, I know I do.

I'll put a couple guys on it.

I really think you broke through to him.

I was just trying to get
him to give up his mother.

Thanks for the uni's, Captain.

Sure thing, no problem.

Hey, Jim.

I got the crispy critter's
cell phone records.

And get this-- the wife's assistant

called 23 times in the 48
hours prior to his death.

Sounds like more than a
working relationship.

Yeah, I'd say so.

You're gonna love the
voice mails she left him.

Good.

That's impressive, Carla.

So, tell me,

where were you on the night of the fire?

I was here working.

You don't have to take my word for it.

There's surveillance all over this place.

No, I'm not going to take your
word for it-- check this out.

Don, I'm standing outside your house,

and once again, you're not here.

I warned you not to pull another no-show,

you gutless son of a bitch.

I want to see you tonight.

Okay, I was at Don's house last
night a little before 11:00,

but I left right after that.

What were you doing at my house last night?

Trying to get the 20 Gs
your husband owed me.

What are you talking about? You know those

herbal supplements he tried
to get you to sell here?

Yeah, the ones that give you diarrhea?

I fronted him the money for that.

He said it might be a good way for us

to earn some money on the side,
and like an idiot,

I believed him.

Did you sleep with him?

I don't sleep with losers.

Don wasn't a loser.

Come on, Paulla.

He was a nice guy...

Complete airhead.

You outgrew him years ago.

You just couldn't admit it.

Hey, hey.

L-L-Ladies, ladies... Bitch!

What's wrong with you?
Let's go down to the police station.

We can make your statements on record, okay?

I'll give you a ride.

A power cord to nowhere.

I don't remember seeing

any appliances missing their cords.

Greg, will you come take
a look at this, please?

We found residue like that on glass shards

taken out of Don Kingsley's body.

Looks like galvanized metal.

Maybe a piece of roof flashing.

Did you I.D. the residue on the glass?

Hodges is working on it, I hope.

Grid 13.

Well, we found it

about seven feet from the origin.

These marks look like the
result of an electrical arc.

And in a room filled with gas,

an arc is as good as a spark.

Okay.

But there's got to be more to
a timed detonator than this.

I agree.

Looks like we're working a double.

The residue on the metal disc

is indeed what was found
on the glass shards.

Zea mays.

Well, my botany's a little rusty,
but I'd say...

corn.

I call it maize.

Are you trying to impress me?

Did I?

So, we've got corn, a Mason jar,

a piece of metal roof flashing

and an electrical cord.

How do you make a detonator out of that?

I don't know.

You don't know.

That's not your reputation, Mr. Hodges.

I'm telling you, every time

I turn around, one of these uni's

is giving us the stink eye.

Come on now, you're
imagining that. No, I'm not.

That's what happens when you
make a lab geek undersheriff.

Oh, that job is punishment enough.

I actually feel sorry for Ecklie.

You like burned toast, Ray?

Occasionally, but, uh...

I've seen enough charcoal for one day.

Oh, man.

What?

Look at that.

You see that? Yeah, I do.

See that?

No wonder why Grissom loves this place.

You didn't just do that, did you?

What?

Ew!

Check, please.

It's on me.

The new guy pays, right?

Only if he's smart.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's my shift on the Palento stakeout.

You coming? Yes.

Oh, hey, Ray, I'll, uh,
I'll give you a lift.

Okay, thanks.

So, Nicky, Mr. Eater-of-Flies...

Hmm.

...I want you to have Grissom's office.

I thought you were gonna use it.

I hate moving.

I don't know about that.

Doesn't really feel right.

Well, it may not for a while, but...

Make it your own.

Maybe she won't show up.

Kind of sounds like you're hoping she won't.

She's not helping her son.

Maybe not.

But...

he's making choices here, too.

Yes, he is.

Mommy's home.

We're moving now.

LVPD. Hold it right there.

Leave me alone!

Get her! Leave me alone!

Ray?

No! No!

Let me see my kid!

Diane Palento, you're under arrest.

Let me... Let me see my kid!

Alex! Alex!

Don't take her! It was me!

I took that stuff! Don't take her!

Alex, baby!

Get off her!

I'm coming back.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, Alex!

I love you!

What is this?

Corn, glass jar, metal disk--

a chance to salvage your reputation.

What the hell is this?

A corn meal bomb.

Apparently, it's an old military trick.

As the corn meal absorbs
the water, it expands,

pushing up the metal disc.

But the process is pretty slow,
which gives you time

to fill the room with gas and leave.

Eventually, the metal disc

touches the two exposed wires and...

An explosion and an alibi.

All in one.

Okay...

I'm impressed.

I had to cut the metal disc by hand

to get it to fit in the Mason jar,

which means the suspect did, too.

I think we should go
back through the evidence

from the Kingsley garage and
do tool mark comparisons

on anything that could have
been used to cut the disc.

Well, that can take a couple of weeks,

assuming the tool's even there.

And even if it is there, you still have

to connect it directly to a suspect.

Well, one step at a time, right? Right.

Let's see what Archie has for us.

Hey, man, I got your text.

What's going on?

Hey. Check this out.

This is earlier, the day of the murder.

Where did you get this?

Brass pulled it from Paulla Kingsley's gym.

10:07.

That's about two hours before the fire.

You know what that means...

Yeah, it means he had motive,

and time to set the detonator.

It's always sad when a
husband gets in the way

of his wife's blossoming relationship

with their contractor, hmm?

It was strictly platonic.

I was in crisis,

and Josh was a good listener.

Oh, I'm sure he was.

I'm sure he listened to you complain

about your financial situation,

and what a loser your airhead husband is.

So, whose idea was it to kill Don?

Was it yours or Josh's?

What are you saying,
that Josh killed my husband?

Oh, my God.

I'm going to be sick.

We were in love.

She was going to leave him,
so we could be together.

She lost her nerve.

I told Josh that I couldn't leave Don.

That I...

That I still loved him

despite his flaws.

That loser.

He was taking her down with him.

I realized there was
only one way to save her.

So I built the detonator.

And after I took her to work,
I took care of the problem.

Told Don there was a problem

with the gas line in the garage.

Check out the pilot light.

He was holding her hostage.

And I set her free.

Brass just closed

your arson-murder.

Contractor confessed.

Nice work.

Thanks.

I thought that this one was closed, too.

It is.

Then why are you wasting
the taxpayers' money?

I'm kidding.

Um...

a rock... Mm-hmm.

...through a window.

Don't you think Diane Palento
was a little too street smart

to make that much noise breaking in?

The owner came home,

said he...

discovered he had been robbed.

So why was his laptop still in the house?

Wouldn't that have been at work with him?

And look-- his watch.

Most guys take their watches
off to shower, or to...

to swim, to, uh... Have sex.

Except his wife was out
of town that weekend.

So, I checked his web history.

Take a look at this.

"Diamond."

AKA Diane Palento.

Very classy.

The husband hires himself a hooker,

and after, when he passes out

or takes a shower, she rips him off.

He might be able to explain
away the laptop and the watch,

but not his wife's jewelry.

I think he decided to stage a...

fake break-in.

Shall we go bust him now?

The only thing that

we could get him for is
filing a false report.

It's a misdemeanor,
and the D.A. would never prosecute,

so, you got to just return the property

and call it a day.

A good day.

My grandfather gave this to my grandmother

in McKeesport, Pennsylvania,

in 1914.

Never thought that I'd see it again.

I can't thank you enough.

Tell him how you lost it.

What, does that matter?

Tell him.

That's not really necessary, ma'am.
Would you...?

Can we please just go?

Don't you touch me, you diseased pervert.

Oh, come on, I made a mistake, honey.

A mistake? You brought a
whore into our bedroom,

and you had disgusting
sex with her on my bed.

No, I did not have
disgusting sex-- I told you--

I got drunk and passed out,
because subconsciously,

honey, I could not go through with it.

Well, subconsciously, I can't stay married

to a degenerate sleazeball.

I've never done anything like this before.

I've never done anything like...

How can I even trust you?

Come on! I didn't even get to do anything.

Oh, so now you're disappointed

you didn't get to foul our sheets...

Alex, listen,

I know you feel as if you
betrayed your mother,

but believe me,

it may be the best thing
that ever happened to her.

Your mother's going to need your help.

You may be the only person

that she'll listen to.

I know it's not a fair thing

to ask of a 14-year-old kid,

but you've got to be strong for her.

Try to get her to go to a rehab program.

I can get you a list of places, if you like.

You sure you're okay with this?

You can still change your mind.

No, you can't.

I said I'd kill for an office,
and I meant it.

Even a shared one.

Wow. This is a very classy move, Nick.

Very classy.

Seriously.

Well, you're welcome.

There's good energy in here.

It'll be nice to share it.

This belongs here.

We're off the clock.

I know.

I'll see you tomorrow.