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Okay, we're rolling.

Let's go!

Un, deux, et trois!

Whoo!

Come back, come back!

Now!

Come together! Whoo-hoo!

And break!

Bye-bye!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Buddy, are you all right?!

Are you alive?!

All right, don't move!

Pierre! Oh, my God!

Where the hell is the ambulance!

Go, go call an ambulance! Go!

Okay, help, somebody!

Pierre, baby, baby, are you okay?

It's all right, sir, do you feel your legs?

I'm gonna check his airway.
His airway's good.

Sir, I'm gonna take your helmet off.

Careful. It's okay, sir.
Do you know where you are?

Let's get that airway.
Let's get that airway package.

Let's get the backboard.
Do you understand me, sir?

We're crime scene investigators, Sheriff.

We don't normally get called out

on something like this.

But I'm telling you, this is a crime.

Look, I know the jumper, all right?

Pierre Delongue and I served together

in the French Foreign Legion.

What? It's a real thing.

Pierre's logged over 1,500 jumps.

He's absolutely fanatical
about preparation and safety.

His school hasn't had a single citation

of any kind.

You know what? He-he's too careful

to have something like
this happen by accident.

All right.

We're gonna need to talk to some witnesses.

I'll round 'em up.

What do you got, Riley?

A helmet videocam.

I think it's still on.

You gonna help us out here?

* 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!

Ma'am, we just need to know what happened.

I'm sorry. I just...
I'm really emotional about this.

I just need a moment.

It's okay. Take your time.

Did Pierre give any indication

that there was anything
wrong during the jump?

I don't know what happened.

You know, we've made this jump,
like, a hundred times.

Everything was going perfect.

We formed the star, backflipped, 360'd,

reformed exactly as planned.

We deployed, but...

he just kept falling.

Everything was perfect, it was like...

Well, did you ever do it?

Well, I've done a little paragliding.

Oh, you should try the real thing.

You know, bodies linked in air.

And... And the Earth coming
at you like the fist of death,

and the wind is, like,
it blows up your leg holes.

Pierre lived for that.

Bonjour.

They told me Pierre have an accident.

Yeah. Who are you?

I'm Max Girard,

Pierre's partner.

Pierre and I, we have a jump school there.

Is he dead?

He's at Desert Palm, man.
He's in pretty bad shape.

At least we can take comfort in the fact

that he died doing what he loved.

He's not dead yet.

Regard...

Pierre and I are brothers.

Not really brothers, but like brothers.

We come here

together from Belgium,
we build this business.

What happened to your leg?

Same thing that happened to my car.

It's nothing.

I will go to see my partner.

I want to go, too. So do I.

Sir, we may need to talk to you later.

Where can we find you?

At the hospital.

At Pierre's side.

Hey, les deux, into the car.

Go, go, go, go!

So what do you think?

I think if you jump out
of a plane enough times,

that one day, one way or another,

your luck's gonna run out.

When I first noticed Cathartes aura,

the common turkey vulture,

I assumed they were scavenging, some, uh,

large desert mammal.

When I got closer...

imagine my dismay.

And exactly what were you doing

out here all alone, sir?

I'm a landscape photographer.

I used to be a bird-watcher,

but I gave it up-- too much death.

The DB is a white male,

probably in his 30s.

Exposed flesh on the face,
neck, arms, legs appears

to be scavenged.

The eye sockets are empty and bloody.

Uh, birds of prey always
go for the eyeballs first.

Yes. They're moist, nutritious,

easily reachable,
well before the hide has a chance

to ripen and burst.

The victim's clothing suggests
a person of a religious

or ascetic nature.

The legs are folded

in the lotus position; he may have been

meditating when he died.

Amongst the various animal tracks,

consistent with the predation,

there is a single set of shoe impressions

leading to the body.

I swear, I never got any closer than this.

Will you lift your feet, please?

Officer, you walked in to check out the body

and walked out using your own steps?

I took a class.

There is a single set of
barefoot human tracks.

I will document them,

determine whether they belong to the victim.

There appear to be no other tracks,

but judging from the sandy
quality of the terrain,

it is possible someone walked in

and covered their tracks on the way out.

Such a lonely place to die.

What place isn't,
my friend? What place isn't?

We find at least a couple guys like this

out in the desert every year.

The sands tends to call out
to the spiritually inclined.

It's all very biblical

and very dusty.

He had plenty of water.

So I guess he didn't die of dehydration.

Hmm.

Pistachios. My favorite nut.

Salty and easy to open.

Speaking of which... shall we?

Indeed.

Nice ink.

"Holy Steven."

"Spread the word. I am come."

And you is gone.

*

Hey.

Hey.

How's the jumper?

Well,

you could ask his pelvis,

which you will find in his rib cage.

His neck is broken,

his legs are broken,

his ribs and fingers are broken.

Basically, all of him is broken.

Is he still in surgery?

Yeah.

Okay.

Here's what I got.

This is Pierre's rig,

and this is an identical,
properly-packed chute.

Uh, we know the EMS team

cut Pierre out of his rig
before they moved him.

But the canopy is only connected

to the harness on one side.

That would've tangled the chute.

Main chute rip cord's here,

cutaway harness here.

Both were deployed.

Okay, hold on.

What's a cutaway?

Okay, the cutaway mechanism's designed

to release the canopy
from the harness entirely.

It's not meant to be deployed

in mid-air, unless this

main chute here is tangled.

So if it was deployed,

why didn't the main chute detach completely?

Because of this pull-up cord right here.

It's designed to

crimp these straps together on the chute

while packing it. It's then released

before the jumper puts on the harness.

But on Pierre's chute,

a little piece of it's broken off,

preventing the three-ring mechanism

from releasing the riser.

So what you're saying is it's
simple equipment failure?

If that were the only thing wrong,
yeah, I would be.

But Pierre's reserve chute was still packed.

It failed to deploy, even though
he pulled the reserve handle.

How do you know that?

Because of this little cable.

It's supposed to have a crimped
cap on the end, like this.

Without it, the wire

goes through the reserve chute's D-ring

without activating it.

I'm telling you, the odds

against a double failure
like this are astronomical.

I thought these guys were fanatical

about checking their own equipment.

They're supposed to be.

I'll swab these release
mechanisms for touch DNA

and see if anybody else put
their paws on Pierre's stuff.

I'm thinking somebody...

...messed with his chute.

Yeah.

All of the animal bites were postmortem.

I found teeth impressions-- probably coyotes

as well as beaked birds of prey--

but they didn't get very far.

He wasn't dead very long.

When I got there, rigor was still full.

Interesting.

Amoeboid-shaped bleed on the cerebrum.

Spans the junction of the motor cortex

and the sensory cortex. Hmm...

It runs deep.

Yeah, hematoma's definitely
large enough to be COD.

Corresponds to this injury here.

That doesn't look like an animal bite.

More likely blunt force trauma.

You're saying someone cracked
him on the top of his head?

Fall would have caused
trauma to the forehead,

back or side of the head.

This injury's right on top.

He was sitting cross-legged when he died.

It's virtually impossible to fall

and hit the top of your head

from that position.

Excuse me.

This is Langston.

Hey, Professor.

Yeah, I was running a check on Holy Steven.

He wasn't hard to find.

He likes to preach at downtown shelters.

Anyway, his name is not,
uh, Steven, by the way.

It's, uh, Mark VonGrovestreet.

Why'd he change it?

I have no idea.

Anyway, I have an address.

You might like to come along.

Hi. Las Vegas Police.

I'm Detective Jim Brass.

This is Ray Langston from the crime lab.

Welcome.

Welcome, welcome, welcome,

siblings.

Welcome to The Church of the Holy George.

And you are, uh...?

He.

George.

Here, please.

Thank you, George. Please...

What happened to The
Church of the Holy Steven?

Oh, have you not heard the word?

No, The Steven is the divine Second Coming.

He is the mouthpiece and messenger

and clarion of God.

He's also dead.

Oh.

Yeah.

You don't seem too surprised
to hear that. Why is that?

I had a vision that it was so.

Oh, really? Okay.

So, when was the last time you saw him?

I mean, other than your dream.

Huh?

George?

Oh.

Yes, The Steven and I

wandered in the desert for
three days and two nights.

On the third day,

The Steven instructed me

to return to spread his word as my own

to the people of the cities and towns.

And he bestowed his staff

upon me, and then he continued on

into the desert alone.

I held his rod and staff,

and I saw that it was good.

But then I wept,
for I knew that Steven's quest

was for reabsorption

into the Total Animal Soup of Time.

You mean you knew that The
Steven was going to die?

Oh, no.

There is no death, only transmogrification.

Well, that's a relief.

So, uh, when did all this happen?

Uh, what's today?

Friday. Yes.

We left on Saturday,
and then I returned on, uh, Tuesday.

And that's when you renamed your church.

I... I did.

You saw.

Yes, I did.

Is that the staff there?

Oh, yes it is.

Indeed, it is.

Wow, this is just like Sunday school.

Here's the Gospel

according to Jim...

I think you took that staff
and clubbed the Holy Steve

like a baby harp seal...

so you could become the
number one sky pilot...

...and take over this whole operation.

Hmm... You do?

Yes, I do.

Yes.

Yes, I did.

I raised the staff, as Abraham to Isaac,

but there was no angel to stay my hand,

so... I smote him.

You smote him.

You realize that's a confession, George?

You understand that, right?

Yes, yes.

Are you, are you going to arrest me?

Yes, I am.

Yes.

Yes.

Okay, testing, testing.

Uh, what did one dehydrated Frenchman

say to the other?

"What do you want me to do, Pee Air?"

Okay, let's go.

Pierre, you're so funny!

It all looks like

standard operating procedure.

Hello, mon 'ti chou.

Hello.

Hey, baby.

Okay...

Looks like a little bit of tension

between the two ladies there.

Mm-hmm.

Hold on, freeze it, right there.

Look at their hands.

Either one of those chicks

could have deployed Pierre's cutaway release

right there in free fall,

after he'd already checked
his rig on the plane.

You ever think about skydiving?

Not anymore.

Keep playing it.

I think it's about time I had
a little chat with the ladies.

Pierre, Max, Mink and me, we were like,

we were like one big happy family.

Closer, even.

We trusted each other with our lives

every day.

Oh.

Ah...

We all loved each other so much.

Pierre loved to make me laugh.

He was so funny.

Pee Air--

get it, Pierre?

He was a wild man.

Big where it counts-- in his heart.

I mean, I don't even
know what I'm doing here.

My fianc� is dying,
and I just don't understand

what all of you people want from me.

"Fianc�"? Wait.

She called him that?
She called him her fianc�?

She doesn't even speak French.

He was never gonna marry her.

That pathetic, deluded bitch!

She called me a bitch?

That......bitch!

She thinks that I don't know

what she was doing-- sneaking around,

trying to take him away from me.

I am the one he loved.

He was just doing her out of pity.

Pity? She said that?

Unbelievable.

What a slut.

You know what I think?

I think maybe you killed
Pierre out of jealousy.

What?

You heard me.

Really?

Eh, don't let either of them fool you.

In my opinion, they could have
decided to kill him together.

Just to get off on watching him die.

They're both conniving,
diseased, camel-hooved 'ores.

"Ore..."?

Whores. "Whores."

Well, it's cozy...

for a morgue.

What do you have for me, Wendy?

I got the results from
the staff of Holy Steven.

Um, I recovered epithelials on the handle,

in the normal grip positions.

And all the DNA was either

from Steven himself or
from his disciple, George.

What about the business end?

Nothing, actually.

That's what's weird-- there was no blood

from the victim, no epithelials

so honestly, I don't think
he used that to whack him.

Why would he confess to
killing Steven with it?

I don't know.

I want to show you something. Okay.

Take a look at this.

The Gospel according to Steven.

Greetings, siblings.

Today we learn the lesson of the barista

who taught me-- Steven-- this lesson.

I did not want whipped cream on
my half-caf venti mocha latte.

But when it arrived so and I mentioned it,

the barista said, "Dude, we're slammed here.

Can't you just spoon it out?"

And I realized I could, and I did.

And thus, I freed myself

of the conflict that would afflict

all the other good people in line.

So remember, siblings,

in all things,

be supple of thought and pliant of deed...

The central tenets of this faith

seem to be based on the
concept of acquiescence.

Well, I suppose there are worse
things to base a religion on.

I suppose so.

You don't think he did it. No.

But I think the power of
Steven may have compelled him.

So according to this,

you said that you struck The Steven

with his staff.

You smote him.

That isn't true, is it?

Yeah... no.

What did you hit him with?

Oh, it says here a large rock.

Yes. No, wait a minute, a branch of a tree.

Yes. No, a hockey stick.

Yes.

You didn't really kill Steven, did you?

No.

So why did you confess to murder?

Well, I try to live my life

according to the 17th
Proclamation of The Steven.

From his second sermon at the Starbucks.

Oh, I missed that one.

"It is better to be...

agreeable than to be right."

That's not religion, that's marriage.

That's... very...

So you didn't kill Steven?

Yes... no.

You did? Yes.

You killed him? No.

Are you clinically insane

or just incredibly annoying?

What would you prefer?

Look, would you mind submitting
to a psychological evaluation?

No.

I don't even know why I asked.

So in other words, he's crazy?

Or crazy like a fox,

or there was evidence of someone else

at the scene and I didn't find it.

Well, you've got no murder weapon

and no other suspects.

I mean, maybe your vic

just fell over and bumped his head.

It's been known to happen.

I'm going over to PD to wait
for the DHS psychologist.

I'll fill him in on Agreeable George. Okay.

Hey, Catherine. Yeah?

I just caught a double
420 in Seven Hills. Oh!

You interested?

Let's do it. All right.

Okay, we got two dead bodies.

The wife discovered the two victims

when she returned from LA
from visiting her sister.

Her name is Gretchen Javid.

Oh, you're not listening to me.

I am telling you, my husband was
never without his bodyguard!

Please, please. Hold her.
Sir, my husband was never

without his bodyguard!

And his bodyguard is missing!

Please, somebody help her out.

Get her some medication.

You need to stay calm, ma'am.

I'm having an anxiety attack.
Help me, please.

Officer Akers, uh, was the
first respondent on the scene.

Okay... so...

victim number one is Ismail Javid.

He's the owner of the house.

And victim number two
is his business partner,

Allen McKenna.

Now, they own a company called

Isfahan Marble & Tile.

They did the new lobby at the Marrakesh.

I've seen it.

It's grotesque.

This is worse.

When I arrived, I found
no sign of forced entry.

Nothing disturbed in the house.

No sign of a struggle.

And they still had their wallets, so robbery

doesn't seem to be...

Excuse me. Sorry.

Must have been something I ate.

Uh, well, I don't need you
puking on my crime scene, Andy,

so go ahead and take off.

I've got it covered here. Thanks.

Hey...

I don't see any external wounds or injuries,

and they're just coming out of rigor.

So, they've probably been
dead since early last night.

Maybe a little longer.

Whatever killed them looks like it hurt.

Yeah, both their necks are flushed.

That's usually a
characteristic of heart attack.

Simultaneous coronary seizures?

That's kind of unlikely, don't you think?

Very.

Maybe they were poisoned.

I'll take that stuff to Tox.

So I ran the DNA from the female skydivers

against the sample that
you took from the, uh...

Cutaway handle? Yes, thank you.

And anyway, neither one of them was on it.

In fact, the only DNA that I did
find was from Pierre himself.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Langston.

Hey, yeah, Ray, um, I'm just wondering

when you're, uh...
going to be getting back here.

'Cause, uh... callouts
are starting to pile up.

Well, I'm all done here.

I should be back at the
lab in 15, 20 minutes.

Oh, perfect...

Ray? Ray, what's going on?

This is Dispatch.

We need paramedics.

I'll take care of him.

He was in coronary arrhythmia,
very close to full arrest.

Is there a history of heart disease?

None.

Hey, Andy. How you feeling?

Fine.

Just get somebody to take these
wires off, and I'll go home.

That's not going to happen

anytime soon, son.

Andy, I need you to walk me through

exactly what you did

when you reported to the 420 in Seven Hills.

I responded to the call.

Arrived first,

ahead of EMS.

Wife met me at the door.

Led me to the backyard.

Let me through! Let me through!

I checked the vics for pulse,
but they were gone.

So I taped the scene off

and I waited for you guys to show up.

Were you wearing gloves?

No.

And there was no reason to.

Wa-Was there?

Something at the scene induced
heart attacks in both my victims.

I think Akers was exposed to it, too.

Think it came from something
they both touched?

I do. EMT: Out of the way, please.

Clear the way, coming through!

I am telling you...!

I'm having an anxiety attack.
Help me, please.

That was the victim's wife.

Jim, we need to quarantine the
crime scene in Seven Hills.

I think there's a contact toxin involved.

Include the entire house and adjacent yards.

And no one enters without Hazmat.

*

So I found a very faint, powdery trace

on all the surfaces I examined.

It's a digitoxin.

A naturally occurring organic compound.

It's a cardiac glycoside.
Used in heart medication.

Yeah, in small doses it is beneficial

to healthy heart function,
but in higher doses

it causes arrhythmia,
and in extreme concentrations,

such as those found in the
tissues of both vics, death.

But fortunately,
it becomes inert fairly quickly.

Okay, so that explains why Officer Akers

and Mrs. Javid survived the exposure.

We have to go back

and check the yard.

Is there a reagent that
can detect the digitoxin?

Yeah, a diluted solution of perchloric acid

exposed to UV light will
induce fluorescence.

Try saying that ten times fast.

The glycosides are completely contained

within the backyard.

What does that dispersal
pattern suggest to you?

Well, that the house was targeted

and that the toxins were dropped from above.

Yeah, yeah, that's what we think.

Well... you had said that the victims

looked like they were
caught completely unaware.

What kind of aircraft can fly that low

and that quiet without them even noticing?

Way ahead of you, Hodges.

Ultralights.

They're extremely maneuverable,

and able to fly very slow

without stalling.

If they used one of these,

they conceivably could have

gained altitude, then cut the engine,

and glided silently,

very low across the yard.

Then after the drop, the pilot
could have restarted the engine

and... landed just about anywhere.

We know that the TOD was sometime

the night before last.

Greg, get me a latitude

and longitude for the yard.

I got an idea.

Okay,

I've got tracking data
from the tower at McCarran

for overflight of latitude...

36-10-27,

longitude 1-22-

15-10 at 2238 hours the
day before yesterday.

There's one ultralight in the area.

- There's the house.
- And that's

where the craft dropped off radar

when it descended and dropped the digitoxin.

I wonder how they knew the
vics would even be there.

Bodyguard must have tipped them off.

Did the craft transponder
relay any registration info?

I'm not getting anything.

Can you widen the view

and show me where they went?

He headed towards Denim Field.

Also the apparent point of origin.

That must be where he landed.

Let's check out the perspective view.

Whoever was piloting it

brought it in on this ancillary runway.

Private airstrip.

No security.

Wait.

Go back.

There.

Stokes.

Hey, Nicky,

I think your jumper case
just got tangled up in mine.

Hey, Pierre?

�a va?

Bonjour, Max.

How's the patient?

They say maybe, uh,
he never walk again, huh?

Never speak.

Imagine.

Ouch. Oh...

Can you hear me, Pierre?

Yes.

Oh.

Good.

Look... I got a problem,

and I think maybe you two
guys can help me out.

I already told you

all that I know about Pierre's accident.

No, it's not about the accident.

It's about the fact that your glider

was used in a poison dump
to kill a couple of guys

the night before last.

Hey, I'm sure I have no idea what

you are talking about. Well, maybe not.

But I bet Pierre might have
something to say about it.

There is nothing to tell.

Is that right, Pierre?

'Cause I get the feeling that
you really want to tell us

what happened, in every detail. Right?

Yes.

Pierre, be very careful what you say,
my friend, huh?

Yeah.

Be very careful.

Now, tell us what happened,

word by word.

I don't care

how long it takes; I can wait.

Was night.

Cell ring.

Max.

He want me to fly.

Okay.

Okay.

There was a man, a very bad man,

he want me to fly him at night.

Uh-huh. He say, uh, he want to make

aerial photography.

He offer me $5,000,
but I did not believe him.

I say no, I have no license to fly at night.

But then he get meaner--
he threaten to hurt my family.

He knows my children's name,

where we live, tout �a.

So...

I agree to, uh, meet him at the airport.

But I was so nervous,

I got in car accident.

Pierre! Pick up, pick up!

Hello?

Pierre!

For the love of God, just meet

this guy at the airfield, take him up

in the ultralight, follow directions,

and don't ask any questions!

I pay you

$5,000. I can do this for you, my friend.

Merci. Yes, my friend.

Pierre...

Pierre has business to attend to.

Pierre had no idea

what was going on. Okay...

He said take it down! Now!

D'accord!

Two million bucks in the bank.

Now...

Think, uh, it's starting to rain?

He knew...

he had done something terribly wrong.

He was very upset.

But, uh, I told him to calm himself.

I told him, uh, we had to do
our jobs and, uh, keep silent.

You realize this makes you an accomplice.

You know that, right?

I understand.

But I really had no idea
what was going to happen.

Did one of the killers

mess with your parachute?

Did he tamper it

in any way?

No.

It... was...

me.

Because you couldn't bear what you'd done,

and you decided to kill yourself.

Yes. You didn't want

to be thought of as a coward,

so you...

rigged your own chute to fail.

But even that failed, isn't that so?

Yes.

Max.

I need a name.

A professional bodyguard

and a second, unidentified man
were arrested early this morning

for the alleged killing of Ismail Javid

and Allen McKenna, co-owners
of Isfahan Marble & Stone,

just two days ago.

There is speculation that the second man,

a Kurdish crop duster who
was reputedly obsessed

with the movie North by Northwest,

was hired by the owner of rival Iranian

marble importers to kill the men,

possibly in a dispute over contracts

in the dwindling housing market.

Authorities have declined
to make a statement

Well, there's a story

for you.

I think I'll sell it to
Holly-weird, get rich.

I thought we had a trade embargo on...

Iranian imports. We do,
but those guys just ship the product

to a second neutral country in the area,

like the UAE, transship it here,

resell it to themselves at cost.

It's technically legal, and, uh,

Commerce turns a blind eye.

And then they kill each other here

over construction contracts.

Those Persian dudes are tough, man.

Well, they were once an empire

that stretched halfway
across the known world.

The Greek playwright Aeschylus wrote about

the territorial ambitions of the
Persian Empire against Greece

in his great cycle of tragedy
and war, The Persians,

um, fifth century,

B.C.

I will definitely put
that on my reading list.

Does anyone want

to grab some breakfast? Yeah, yep.

Why are you always thinking about food?

None of you has read Aeschylus?

I've been meaning to. Well, you should.

He was a writer of tremendous power,

great beauty.

His death was...

As an old man in 456 B.C.,

Aeschylus, the great body
of his work behind him,

left Athens for the last time...

where he traveled to Sicily,

seeking solitude in the wilderness

in which to contemplate
the meaning of his life.

Though he had fought and survived

the endless bloody wars

against the Persian kings,
Darius and Xerxes,

it was here,

in silent meditation, that a beautiful act

of a most violent nature brought him

to Elysium...

...and eternal paradise.

Are you really gonna put
that in your report?

Birds of prey drop shelled
animals onto boulders

to get at the meat.

Now, from the air, Holy Steven's head

must have looked like just another rock.

You can Google it if you don't believe me.

The DNA on the shell was a match.

What are the odds,
right? Before it happened,

I would have said slim,

but since it did happen, a hundred percent.

Seems like a lot of things

keep falling out of the sky, right?

Poison, people, turtles.

Tortoises.

Whatever.

Maybe I should start wearing a helmet.

Or at least carrying an umbrella.