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I would never

hit my kids.

'Cause, you know, my
father used to beat me.

Whatever. He didn't beat me too much.

He beat me just right.

I remember the last time
he really slapped me around

just getting up off the
ground and thinking...

perfect.

He really nailed it, you know just...

Any more would have been barbaric.

And yet any less,

I wouldn't be seeking the
approval of you drunks.

So, thanks, Dad.

'Cause parenting is hard and expensive.

I just read the other day if
you were to have a baby today

and raise that kid all
the way through college,

it would cost you $1 million.

And that's why I feel like
no woman should ever walk out

of an abortion clinic with
her head hung down in shame.

You walk out and they're
like you just hit the lotto.

I'm a winner!

You suck!

You think abortion's funny?

Hey, come on.

I don't think abortion's funny.

Especially the ones that
try too hard to get a laugh.

You know what I mean?

You'd know about that wouldn't you?

Sir,

do you have kids?

That's none of your damn business.

I'm trying to connect, sir.

I
- I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.

I hate to see that.

Let me make it up to you.

Let me baby-sit next week.

Come on.

Seriously. I love kids.

Did you hug your kid today?

Can I hug your kid?
Can I hug your kid, sir?

You touch my kids, I kill you.

Dude, it's a comedy show.

I'm kidding.

This is a joke.

What? What was that?

Oh, I see why you're so angry.

That's your wife.

Whoo!

Hey, baby.

The kids asleep?

How's Katie's stomach?

Do you need anything?

Okay, all right, I'll see
you in like 15 minutes.

All right. Love you.

Hey man, you were great!

- Thanks.
- No, no,

I mean it, man.

I was laughing my ass off.

Anybody finds a size 54 ass,

I'll make sure we
keep it on ice for you.

He said 54 ass...

I'll put up some screens.

Don't bother.

I'm going to take it back intact.

No rigor present.

TOD is probably less than 12 hours ago.

Victim is a female child,

Caucasian, approximately

three to four years old,

and she was found in a packing box

in a parking lot at the intersection

of Cordelia and Tamsin Streets.

The box

appears to be in good condition,

and shows no indications

that the child struggled,

which may suggest

that she was unconscious or even dead

at the time she was
placed inside the box.

ALS reveals no blood

or bodily fluids on the box.

There are multiple hairs

embedded in the packing tape.

There is a viscous
residue on the underside

of the box.

The guy who found the box
said he's sure it wasn't here

when he arrived to do his set.

You know it's too bad

that there's no exterior
surveillance cameras

- on any of the
businesses here. - Mm-hmm.

No skid marks,

which means the box was probably placed,

instead of being tossed
out of a moving vehicle.

Most likely someone on foot.

There's got to be
hundreds of shoe prints

crisscrossing this lot.

Yeah.

I better get started.

All right, all right, okay.

This is an ongoing investigation,

we're not giving out any
more details at this time.

All we're asking is anyone with
any information about this girl,

to please come forward and
contact the authorities.

Let...

I'll answer the questions,
but one at a time, all right?

Okay.

captain brass, Has anyone
claimed responsibility?

No.

How old is the baby?

Are you offering any reward?

No. Not at this time.

She's got abrasions

on the knuckles of both hands.

Reddish blisters

on both palms,

and on her legs

and buttocks.

Bruises on her back,

arms...

...and base of the skull.

Is there anything you could tell us

- about the cause of death?
- Come on,

like I said, this is an
ongoing police investigation.

- I'm not going to comment about that.
- But do you suspect

- foul play?
- She was found dead

in a box in a parking lot.

Draw your own conclusions.

COD is atlanto-occipital
disarticulation,

consistent with a
single blunt force trauma

to the back of the head.

Any signs of sexual trauma?

No.

Trace is running the samples,

but these burns are
most likely chemical.

There's blistering in the nasal passages

and esophagus, which indicates

inhalation of caustic fumes.

There's four-and-one
bruising on both arms.

Any indication of previous breaks

or healed injuries?

Nothing to suggest a
history of prior abuse.

Well, you don't need
practice to kill a kid.

You got something?

Jude.

Patron saint of the desperate.

Yeah.

He's got an alibi.

Who abuses

and murders a child

and then tenderly wraps them

in a blanket and leaves
them in a parking lot?

The disposition of the
body suggests contrition.

Or remorse even.

A kidnapping gone wrong?

Except, if she'd been taken, the
parents would have come forward.

Not necessarily.

Maybe she was taken a while ago.

Grabbed somewhere else, dumped here.

Maybe her parents have
stopped looking for her.

Unless the parents are involved.

Abusive husband kills daughter,

guilt-stricken wife gives
her a "decent" burial.

Or maybe the killer's just

sticking his thumb in God's eye.

Or practicing to be a mortician.

Or...

Got your chemical burn agent:

it's sodium hydroxide

with traces of machined aluminum shards.

Household drain cleaner.

The powdered hydroxide reacts with water

to generate near-boiling temperatures,

which in turn churns up the shards

which cut the hair and the
gunk to help break up the clog.

And it burns like hell

if it even touches your skin.

It's hard to believe that
anybody could do something

like this to such a
beautiful little girl.

So, if she had been plain or homely,

it'd be easy for you to accept?

No.

But, uh,

maybe it's just me,

that when something like this happens

to a kid with a face like that, it...

just seems a little more tragic.

Maybe that'll work in our favor.

Did I just piss her off?

Yeah.

But she was heading that
way when she came in.

Sadly, there is perhaps nothing

that brings together a
community more quickly

than the loss of a child.

And it is clear that Las Vegans
have been profoundly moved

by the death of a little girl
known only as Baby Cordelia.

If you have any
information on her identity

or the circumstances surrounding
this case, please call

the L.V.P.D. at
1-800-555-0133.

That work for you?

Nah, a little bit more to the left.

My left or...?

No, no, you know what?

Never mind, that's, that's perfect.

Walk away.

Uplink's pretty good.

We should be able to see it
all from the comfort of the lab.

I've seen a lot of these shrines

over the years. I don't think I've left

any flowers at any of them.

It's hard for most people to mourn

for somebody they didn't even know.

The only one I'm interested in

is the guy who has a real
reason to be leaving flowers.

Okay.

This one has a tag.

And now...

tag, you're it.

Is that what passes for
DNA humor around here?

Never thought I'd miss Sanders.

Hair is inconsistent with the vic's.

Mark that as unknown.

Okay.

Well, that's odd.

What?

Grissom!

What's our rule, Dave?

"It better be good,"

and this is. See?

The vic's blonde hair

has a very short, dark root.

The baby's not a natural blonde.

Who dyes a toddler's hair?

The undyed portion

of the hair shaft is 0.90 millimeters.

Which indicates?

- Well...
- Wendy?

Well... human hair grows

at an average rate of
half a millimeter a day,

with a slight deviation
for age and for health.

So based on the length
of that hair root,

I would say that her
hair was probably dyed

within the last...

48 to 72 hours.

Very good.

Do you have a cross-section?

Of course.

Naturally curly hair,

the sheath is flat like a ribbon.

But this cross-section,
the sheath is round.

So?

Well, the girl that we're looking at

has naturally straight, brown hair.

So maybe she was abducted.

And then, somebody curled
and colored her hair

to try to hide her identity.

Nicely analyzed.

Nora O'Toole?

- Yes?
- I'm Detective Jim Brass,

Las Vegas Police.

This is Catherine Willows
from the Crime Lab.

Can I help you with something?

Yes.

Did you receive an Emmerdale 2100

vacuum cleaner recently?

Yeah!

My mom gave it to me for my birthday.

It's here somewhere. Come on in.

It totally rocks.

It's got this whole electrostatic

micron fiber filtration thingy.

And it's, like, 30 percent quieter.

Is it being recalled or something?

Isn't it weird to send
cops to do a recall?

Oh, I know! Is it hot?

- Did it fall off a truck?
- No, no.

Nothing like that.

What did you do with the box?

The box?

- Hey, Dean!
- Yeah?

What'd you do with the box?

What box?

The box the vacuum cleaner came in.

These guys want to know what you did

- with the box. I don't know.

I probably threw it out with the trash.

That your husband?

Not yet.

This is my fianc? Dean James.

Like James Dean, only backwards.

You know, Rebel Without a Cause,

he's more like cause without a rebel.

I made that up. Is that
funny? I can't tell.

Are you nervous about something?

Me? No, that's just my personality.

I was born this way.

Dean's the funny one.

Say something funny, honey.

I don't think these
folks are here for funny.

You live here?

Actually, I got a place of my own.

Not for long.

Oh, you know, he spends all
of his time right here with me.

Living in sin and loving
every minute of it!

So, Mr. James,

do you remember what
you did with the box?

Sure. Yeah, I just
chucked it right out back.

I think I got something.

Got a hit?

I don't know, maybe.

Bashira Sayeed,

born April 10, 2005.

Parents are Lebanese,

in the U.S. on a tourist visa.

They lost her in an amusement park

in Nye County three weeks ago.

- Think that's her?
- Could be.

Height and weight are about the same.

Better bring the parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Sayeed.

My name is Warrick Brown.

Would you come with me please?

Yes, okay.

I'm sorry for your loss.

No, this is not our little girl.

This is someone else's child.

Hey, you're back!

Find the box?

Ooh, brought reinforcements, huh?

- Your boyfriend at home?
- Dean?

Honey?

These guys are back.

Oh, hey, guys.

Listen, I'm late for work...

Leo Finley, you're under arrest.

- Hey!
- What are you doing?!

Who's Leo Finley?!

Let go of him!

Tell them, Dean!

Tell them who you are!

Nora, baby, don't listen
to anything they tell you!

Okay, I can explain everything!

Nothing you say will
change the DNA, Leo.

That's your hair in that box.

I already explained that.

The problem is, we
still don't believe you.

Look, I told you.

I opened the box for Nora,

I assembled the vacuum cleaner,
and I threw it out back.

My hairs must have
gotten stuck in it then.

End of story.

Why the alias, Leo?

Who're you hiding from?

All right, okay, one
night, ten years ago,

I did a hit of Ecstasy,

and I threw in a hit of
peyote for good measure.

By the time morning rolled
around, I was so high

I thought I was inside a living cartoon.

I went outside naked
and performed a joyous,

impromptu dance

to the Egyptian Sun God Ra.

That sounds really beautiful.

I'm sorry I missed it.

Well, unfortunately, 20 preschoolers

playing in the yard next door didn't.

I was convicted

of lewd and lascivious
behavior, public nudity.

They forced me to sign
up on Megan's List.

And my life went right down the crapper.

I've been hounded out of every
neighborhood I've moved into.

Got my tires slashed.

Someone...

someone nailed my cat to my door.

I wouldn't worry about your cat.

You've got bigger problems right now.

Who is she?

She the one they found the other night?

Found dead in your box, Leo.

The one that your vacuum
cleaner came out of.

The one that you got
your arm hairs stuck in.

I didn't have anything to do

with that little girl.

I never saw her before in my life.

You're living in an
unregistered apartment,

under an assumed name, in
violation of your parole...

No! That's not true! I
still have my own place...

Which we're going to go
through with a fine-tooth comb.

Your own fianc?doesn't
even know who you are.

Please, please... You're not
going to tell her, are you?

Let's say that ship's already sailed.

Put him in the tank.

You've never... done
anything you've regretted?

More than there are stars in the sky.

Good bye Leo.

Let's go.

This is Finnelys apartment,

where he claims he threw away the box;

which, somehow ended
up three blocks north

and two blocks east
- with Baby Cordelia dead in it.

Do you really believe he killed the girl

and carried her five blocks
before dumping the body?

In that neighborhood, who would
notice a guy carrying a box?

Leo Finley was never even
charged with child molestation,

let alone abuse.

Sex offenders escalate.

He has a reasonable
explanation why his hairs

were in the box,

and there was no evidence of the victim

at either of his residences.

I know.

So why is he still in custody?

Because he lied to us before,
and he's still lying now.

Analysis of the oily residue

from the cardboard box.

It's oil.

Yeah, mostly 10-W-40,
transmission fluid,

a little bit of axle grease
and some dirt mixed in.

Well, that could be from any
parking lot or street in town.

Yeah, but site-specific impurity
levels could narrow that down a bit.

Let me know if you find
any suspicious oil slicks.

Excuse me.

Sir?

How you doing?

My name's Nick Stokes.

I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

You mind if I ask you a few questions?

I'm innocent.

Do you, uh, recognize this?

I see all kind of boxes, son.

How about this guy?
Do you recognize him?

I see what you driving at.

This fellow brought a
busted cylinder head in here

in that box, to be fixed.

One of them get-
the-job-half-done-

then-bring-it-in-here-for-
me-to-fix-it kind of guys.

You know the type?

Thinks he good with tools.

Hopeless. Like a woman.

Worse than a woman, a
woman you might expect...

Do you remember what
you did with the box?

I took the part, he
tossed the box outside.

I got the paperwork inside.

He came in last Thursday.

Guy's name is, uh... Dean James.

Hey, that's like, uh, like James Dean...

Only it's backwards.

Yeah, right, we know. Thanks, man.

Okay, yeah, I didn't throw the box out.

I used it to take an engine
part to my mechanic. Okay?

Why did you lie, Leo?

Because I saw the thing on the TV.

It was you, in fact,
saying about how they found

that dead kid out back there,

and I-I thought you wouldn't believe me

if I told you I took the
box so close to the scene.

You lied to us, Leo,

and now you're changing
your story... again.

What is it with you and the truth, Leo?

Look, I swear to God...

And now we have both you and the box

within a hundred yards of the scene

on the night it happened.

How do you think that makes us feel?

I... I used it to take a part in.

Talk to my mechanic.

He'll tell you.

We already have.

So... what? You think I...

You think I brought
the part in and then...

came back later and put
the little girl in the box?

Does that make sense to you?

What makes sense to me,
what doesn't make sense to me

is none of your business.

But I will tell you this:

Every time I turn around,

you get closer and closer to the scene.

Why is that, Leo?

I don't know.

Coincidence?

So what's it going to be next time?

That... no, that's the whole story.

There's not going to be a next time.

Las Vegas police have
exhausted the few leads

they had in the tragic
case of Baby Cordelia Doe;

yet her identity and the
circumstances of her death

remain a mystery.

But desperate to find out who she is

and who killed her, forensic
experts have reconstructed

the little girl's appearance

as she would've looked
before she was murdered

and left for dead.

They're hoping the
image will look enough

like the real girl to shake
loose someone's memory...

That's my baby!

That's my daughter! That's my daughter!

Get back!

That's Inez.

That is-is... my little girl.

I wasn't there to protect her.

You guys put her in the ground yet?

Not yet.

I would like to go to the funeral.

We might be able to arrange that. Yeah.

Do you know anyone
who wanted to harm her?

Yeah... I know exactly who did it.

It's the guy I used to share my cell with
- Boyd Waldrip.

I told him about my wife
Grace, what a good woman she was

and how lucky I was to have her.

When Boyd got out,

I asked him to look
in on Grace and Inez...

to take care of them
if they needed anything.

He took care of her all right.

The bitch filed for divorce, and...

then she married Boyd.

How could I have been so stupid?

He killed Inez.

He killed...

my little baby girl. He...

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

Maybe he did not want
my face staring up at him

every morning, reminding him
what a piece of crap he was.

Well, if he killed your daughter,

why didn't your wife come forward?

Maybe she's... dead, too.

Maybe he killed her, too.

When, uh, you guys find him,

will you send him back down here?

And then we'll save the
state a lot of money on him.

LVPD! Open up!

Clear! Clear!

Attention all officers,
attempt to locate white male,

Boyd Waldrip, possibly in
the company of his wife,

white female, Grace Waldrip

and/or two young children,
descriptions to follow.

Suspect's vehicle of record
is a yellow '78 Mercury Zephyr.

Nevada tags: Zebra, George,
Nora, Paul, Three, Nine, Zero...

Apparently when Waldrip
got out, he gained custody

of his two kids from a former marriage.

First wife died of hepatitis
while he was inside.

Maybe Inez's mother dyed her hair

so she'd fit in better
with her new siblings.

Or else she was trying to make

Inez look less like her real father?

To protect her?

TV's still on, food left on the table.

They left in a hurry.

Tonight we have new developments

in the tragic death of Inez Balboa,

the child we've come to know

as Baby Cordelia Doe.

Authorities are currently
engaged in a statewide manhunt

for the child's mother and stepfather...

♪♪♪

If they're traveling with their kids,

they might be looking for a place

to leave them for awhile.

Well, Waldrip has a sister in Modesto,

and Grace's mother
lives in Salt Lake City.

We staked out both of their residences.

NHP is patrolling all the
major roads leading to them.

Hold on a minute.

Brass.

I'm on my way.

We got 'em.

Boyd, listen!

Let's find a way out of this.

We've got to deal with the
safety of your kids first.

We got a hostage situation.

A customer ID'd 'em in there eating.

They called the locals,

but he burned us and
opened fire. Anybody hit?

I'm not sure. We got
him locked down there

with his family and some customers.

How many inside? I don't know.

Nobody's been hurt yet;
nobody's gonna get hurt.

That's the idea.

That's the most important
thing right now, okay?

Raise that camera higher.

So why don't you work with me here?

Let's ease the kids out of this.

Okay!

Okay, I'm going to let the kids out.

Just put your weapons down.

You got it, Boyd.

Nice and easy.

You're all right. You're okay.

Go.

Come here, kids. Come on.

Let's get everyone else
out you got in there.

They didn't do anything, Boyd.

You got to let them out, too.

Work with me here, Boyd.

We're gonna work it out.

All right, let's go.

Come on, you guys go first.

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on!

I'm letting you go. Come on...

They're coming out!

Nice and easy.

Go, go. Move, move, move, move!

All right, let's see this

through to the end.

Now, you've got a choice.

You both can come out together,

or you can send your wife ahead of you.

Come on, you got to go.

No! No!

Come on. Listen to me.

Don't argue. You got to go.

You're going. No.

Go, go, go. I don't want

to go without you! Just go!

Don't argue with me.

Hold you fire! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

So you beat Inez then you
locked her under the sink.

If you say I killed Inez,
that must have been how it was.

You know, however you want
it put, that's fine with me.

Oh.

I
- I'm just... I'm just trying to do you justice here, Boyd.

Just write it out,

and I'll sign it.

So, you're waiving
your right to counsel?

I don't need no lawyer.

It's over.

Can we just get this thing done?

All right.

I want my daddy! Okay, come on.

Just leave him alone! Come with me now!

I want my daddy! He wants his daddy!

It'll be okay. Excuse me?

Could you give me a
minute with them, please?

Thank you.

It's going to be okay.

But you got to be brave.

Can you do that?

Is this because of us?

No, no.

No, it's not because of you.

Is it because of what happened to Inez?

What do you think happened to her?

We were playing a game.

A game?

Hide and seek.

Hide and seek?

Dad was asleep on the couch.

You said that you were
playing hide and seek?

He was it.

He found me right away, but...

but Inez won.

I showed her the best hiding
place in the whole house.

Four, five, six,

seven, eight,

nine, ten, 11.

12, 13...

Did your dad tell you to say this?

No. You're not supposed to
wake Dad when he's sleeping

because he gets tired a lot.

Why don't you tell me
what really happened?

You got my confession.

Yes, but I don't believe
that's what happened anymore.

I told you, that's how it was.

Your kids are telling
me something different.

It was an accident, wasn't it, Boyd?

All right, think about this.

Think about your children.

What would their lives be like

with everyone believing

that their father's a killer?

I came home from work like I always do,

fell asleep on the couch,
waiting for Grace to get home.

Where's your sister?

Inez?

I went outside looking for Grace,

but she had the car,

she wasn't home from work yet.

I was scared.

I didn't know what to do.

So you're telling me that
you had your little girl

in your arms with her
heart still beating,

and you took the bus to the hospital?

I thought if I let
her go, she would die.

But she died anyway.

If it was just an accident,

why didn't you just report it?

Look at who I am.

If I reported her death, who
would have believed me, huh?

At the very least,

they would have taken
my children away from me,

probably sent me back to jail, too.

What would the point of that have been?

She was dead, and...

breaking up my family
and leaving my children

without a daddy wasn't
gonna bring her back.

So you ran?

See how well that turned out.

Catherine?

You should see this.

It seems they loved her.

I think it makes it worse.

Oh.

What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.

How did you get in here?

Can't we talk about
something interesting?

Me, for instance.

I'm interesting.

Yeah, let's do that.

Let's talk about you.

For starters, Nora left me.

Actually, she threw my
stuff out in the street,

got a restraining order on me, notified

the neighbors and called my boss.

"Hey, scumbag, don't bother coming in.

We'll mail you your last check."

So, in one fell swoop, as it were,

I lost my girlfriend, my livelihood

and my place to live.

I thought it was going
to be different this time.

Frankly, I blame you.

I didn't create the circumstances

of your life, Leo.

You grind up the
innocent with the guilty.

Just take it easy.

I was just doing my job.

I was just doing my
job? Yeah, I was just

doing my job. I was just doing my job.

I was just following orders.

Blond Nazi bitch!

You get in there

with your big boots, and
you kick it all apart,

and you don't care who you hurt,

whose life you destroy in the process.

Calm down. No.

It's not fair! Just calm down!

Calm down... Don't tell me to calm down!

Just stay back and calm down.

You're going to shoot me?

Would that help you to forget

how completely you screwed my life up?

Would you sleep better at night?

Maybe I should just save you the trouble

and blow my own brains out, hmm?

What do you think?

I think you need to talk to somebody.

I am talking to somebody.

I'm talking to you.

So how about this?

If I do decide to kill myself,

I'm going to come over to your house

and blow my brains out
right on your front lawn,

as a gift to you

and everything you stand for.

How does that work for you?