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Dad, Dad! Dad!
Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
Lindsey, it's me.
Please don't keep your own mother on "block."
I know you're mad at me, but I need you to let me know
that you're okay and that...
Just call me, okay?
I love you.
If you are not law enforcement,
you need to remove yourself. It's a crime scene.
Back up and pack up. Now.
Who died?
Everybody.
Well, almost everybody.
Her O2 levels are dropping.
I got a pulse on the infant.
This is gonna be a posthumous birth.
The entry wound was to the upper torso.
It missed the baby. Let's get the infant to Neonatal. Stat!
Can we please get this under control?
Thank you.
I'll secure the entry. Scene's ours now.
I'm going in alone. Nobody else comes in until I return.
Hey, guys.
Catherine wants us to stay outside.
She's running point on this one this morning, okay?
Max cleared it.
The residents belong to the Geice family.
They're all dead.
420-407 Homicide/Home Invasion.
All occupants inside are deceased.
Glove up. Stuff your kits.
Call your loved ones.
Don't tell them to wait up.
It's gonna be a long one.
♪ 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!
I'll keep you posted, Max.
Okay, listen up.
Everything we need to solve this heinous crime
is on this property.
If they can leave us bodies,
they can leave us evidence. We're gonna divide and conquer.
I'll take the outside perimeter.
Allie, digitize the exterior
- and work your way inside. - Got it.
Chris, you're on photography.
Penny, gloves and booties.
You and I got the rough stuff. Inside.
Yes, ma'am.
Walk-through time, Penny.
Mom executed at point blank range.
The son took a high-powered shot to the back.
Based on the directionality of his face, he was looking away
from his mother. She was probably taken out first.
And he couldn't bear to watch.
Penny for your thoughts, Penny.
I don't have any thoughts right now.
Based on how the mother and son are restrained,
the pregnant daughter must have made a run for it
with her hands tied behind her back.
Plowed through the glass head first.
You okay?
Perfect. J-Just listening.
You don't look so good.
Go downstairs if you're going to be sick.
Get some air. When you reset,
vacuum the stairs for trace.
The killer or killers used the stairwell to get up here.
Sounds great. Thank you.
Catherine?
What do you make of this?
Cut it out of the wall and bring it back to the lab.
Risk Management will pay for it.
Chris, you missed a shot.
Where?
You all right?
Look away.
Chris, I think I got something.
I think it's evidence. Can you help me bag it?
Hey.
12-gauge?
Uh, three-and-a-half-inch.
Could be a 12-gauge super magnum.
Nine to ten pellets inside the shell casing for optimal spray.
This kind of ammo's designed for killing birds of prey.
Or for preying on humans.
Surveillance camera.
Neighbors.
I'll walk and knock.
Catherine, I found these two peculiar notes in the bushes.
"Open the safe and nobody dies.
"Make one false move and everybody dies.
Including the unborn..."
Oh, I memorized it.
But remember the word "unborn."
Because here's where it gets a little cringy.
"Every mistake will result in execution.
"Your wife first. Your boy next.
You the father. And finally, your daughter and your..."
"...and your granddaughter."
The wording seems odd and-and personal.
"...including the unborn." "...daughter and granddaughter."
With that and the ransacked safe,
maybe this is an inside job?
Somebody wanted the Geice family dead for some reason.
I'd like to think that robbery was the motive,
but this-- this feels like a different kind of kill.
What kind is that?
Overkill.
Ms. Willows. Mary Phlippen.
Child Protective Services.
Thank you for meeting me.
I am investigating a quadruple homicide.
I need to get in there and get a buccal swab from the infant.
You're not doing anything with this baby
until she stabilizes and is medically cleared.
This infant was extracted from her mother's womb
with a "crash section."
I'm afraid whatever you're investigating
is gonna have to wait.
Ms. Phlippen, I have four bodies in the morgue
including the infant's mother. The killer
or killers who did this are armed and dangerous.
My job is to protect this child.
Especially when she's struggling to survive.
I'm afraid the answer is gonna be "no" right now.
Penny? I heard from the med tech.
You postponed the autopsies...?
I can't do this. I lost my nerve at the scene
and I can't go back in there with that pregnant mother.
It's like they ripped that baby out of her...
Penny, Penny, look at me.
You're going to be okay. Okay?
Hold out your hands.
Why?
Hold out your hands.
Mine shake all the time.
We're human.
It's when they stop shaking, you got to worry.
Best thing you can do in a case like this
is to work it, so it doesn't work you.
I'll finish the shift.
Checked with the DMV.
This model is a 1988 Oldsmobile LS.
Approaching 4672 Graff
at exactly 4:20 a.m.
Plates are stolen from another vehicle, so, dead end there.
- Three killers? - Mm-hmm.
Not on the same page, apparently.
Oh, not even on the same planet. Watch.
Is the killer who got jabbed in the back the same one
who got hit in the mouth?
Well, it's hard to say, 'cause they all have
the same body type, but it's behaviorally telling.
Wait a minute. Zoom in and back it up a few frames.
Just after he gets hit in the mouth. See that?
He lost a tooth.
I must've missed it at the scene.
I got to go back. Could you-- can you finish up
- this footage for us, please? - Yeah.
Hang on a minute.
So, what's your working theory
on this killer - with a conscience? - It just seems odd
that one of the shooters would tend to the wound of the victim.
He was applying pressure to her almost as if...
he didn't want her to die.
Taking care of her is one thing.
Taking care of her, that's another.
Well, here's the bigger question.
I ran DNA on the bloody print.
It's the pregnant woman's, but she was shot outside.
I mean, how did her blood make its way back into the house?
The killer that tended to the wound
must've brought it back inside.
Mm. Back inside without a glove on.
Whoever left this bloody handprint
didn't care much about leaving their fingerprints behind.
Look, there's visible friction ridges.
Oh, we got more than that. We got blood...
and sweat.
I take off my glove to apply pressure to the wound.
And then I bring the pregnant woman's blood back
into the house. And I leave my high five.
With blood and sweat.
The killer wasn't just leaving a message.
He was leaving his prints
- and sweat. - Okay.
Let's run the prints through AFIS
and check the blood for DNA.Love it.
- High five. - No.
Okay.
Hard at work, I see.
Take a look.
Hmm. You found this in the vacuum?
- Mm-hmm. - I don't know.
Seems random. Could be anything, Penny.
A decoration off a sweater.
A cat toy. Arts and crafts.
I don't think it's random.
This koala bear is micro-crocheted.
This artifact is not machine-based.
This kind of work requires a steady hand and a patient eye.
Micro-crocheting is a skill.
It's a stretch.
I just would hate to see you go
down a rabbit hole on a half-baked hypothesis...
Penny, I'm sorry.
I'm talking to you like I would my daughter.
Uh, look, if you got a gut on this,
I'm not gonna stop you. Bring it to DNA.
Run it up a eucalyptus tree.
- Wow. - I'll be...
Damned.
Strike out on AFIS.
Killer's prints aren't in the system,
but the sweat from the bloody hand
matches the skin cells found in the micro threads of the koala.
So, it's one of two possibilities.
Either it fell out of one of the killers' pockets accidentally.
Or it was dropped on purpose.
If it was intentional, maybe that bloody handprint
was left behind to ensure we found it.
I don't get it. What is the deal with this killer
and this pregnant daughter?
I did some googling after I found the koala.
Take a look at a real koala's paw.
Hmm.
See, by the look of this bloody hand,
I would say the killer suffered some sort of birth defect.
Or dislocation between the carpometacarpal joint
of the index digit.
Scientifically speaking. Sure.
But I have a different theory.
This could be a cry for help.
How do you mean?
I think
the killer who's getting picked on in our footage...
...wants to get caught.
Okay.
So that's what it feels like to get hit by Mike Tyson.
Firing!
Oh... Ah!
Whoa.
That's a lot of weapon.
You'd think with that kind of firepower,
they'd have a better handle on the kickback.
We're experienced and we can barely keep our balance.
Speak for yourself, Weeble Wobble.
Hey, based on the neighbor's footage,
I'd say one of two things.
Either the killer has never fired the weapon, or...
they didn't have the strength to handle the weapon.
Excuse me. What are you saying?
In the footage, you can see them struggling with the firearms.
I'm thinking that the killers are inexperienced.
They didn't know how powerful the shotgun was
until they pulled the trigger.
And apparently they didn't think to clean up their brass.
I mean, they left us that shell casing.
Hey, run this through NIBIN.
Let's see if we can get a name.
Edward Allen.
You were arrested a few months ago
for discharging a high-powered shotgun in your backyard.
Yeah, that Karen neighbor of mine ratted me out.
Pled no contest. Paid a small fine. So what?
So, you never handed over the firearm in question.
And then it ends up being used to kill four people.
According to your disciplinary file from your former employer,
you were a cannabis grower for Geice Farms.
Mm-hmm.
The CEO, Mr. Geice, fired you
for selling illicit drugs on property.
Then what happened? Paid your boss back
by taking out his entire family?
Brought a couple of thugs to his house last night
to rob him and send a message?
Look, man. Geice's just like any other multimillionaire
in this town.
He's a bigger criminal than me. So what?
He can make money selling drugs, but I can't?
Law enforcement found shell casings in your backyard
but never the gun in question.
Care to explain how your shotgun ended up in the hands
- of cold-blooded killers? - You're the cops.
You tell me.
Look, if I'm guilty of anything,
I'm guilty of selling a shotgun on the street.
Sold three of 'em,
- actually. - Three of them?
Can you provide a description of the people you sold them to?
I never met 'em.
Money's green. I don't ask.
They don't tell.
Plus, I'm on house arrest. Check your records.
Whoever you sold those guns to put you on the hook, too.
What's on your mind?
You think he has ties to that infant?
There's only one way to find out.
Max is at Desert Palm, right?
Same hospital as "Baby Doe."
She has connections at CPS.
Make it quick. She's critical-to-stable.
- Not out of the woods yet. - Thank you. Thank you, Mary.
Hold still, little Baby Doe.
Just want to get a swab.
There you go.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Director Roby.
Good to have you back.
You're back.
Your swab.
Your chain of custody.
Go. Run it.
No-brainer: Edward Allen isn't the father.
But mind-bender... Hmm?
Juliet Geice, the pregnant woman, isn't the mother either.
Come again?
Baby Doe has zero or no biological ties
to Edward Allen or Juliet Geice.
So, our pregnant daughter is either
a surrogate or a gestational carrier.
Yeah, it also means that the father is out there somewhere.
Wait-wait-wait a minute, wait a minute.
This tooth from one of the killers
shares an allele with that infant at Desert Palm.
Which means, DNA-wise, one of our killers is a female
and the biological mother of the infant.
So we've got a killer mother and an unknown father in the wind?
With a child's life still hanging in the balance.
Catherine.
- Yeah. - Max.
- Yeah. - Shots fired in Henderson.
Entire family's dead.
Initial reports-- shotgun fire.
Four more bodies en route to the morgue.
The entire family was zip-tied.
Same M.O. Bound with zip ties.
Facedown executions.
First the Geices. Now the Einsteens.
What's the connection?
Motive at the first scene was robbery-homicide.
This was just homicide. The killers are escalating.
Here's the last victim.
Folsom's tooth was spot-on.
One of the killers is a woman.
Okay. So, two homicidal home invasions
carried out in the exact same fashion.
- With one difference. - Hmm?
Of the three killers,
one of them was found dead at the crime scene.
But all three residents have their hands
tied behind their backs.
So it begs the question...
Who killed the killer?
You've got to be kidding me.
There's no hit in AFIS. No missing tooth.
No ID on the bloody handprint.
I mean, what is with this case? Are we ever gonna catch a break?
Catherine, when's the last time you took a break?
I'll take a break when this case is over.
Listen, I don't want to get in your business,
but I'm about to get all in your business.
Max, I'm fine.
- Really. - You're here but you're not here.
Something's up. Is it the case? Is it Grace?
Did you find some new angle with your missing friend?
You can tell me.
It's my daughter Lindsey.
She's just not returning my calls.
She's got me on "block."
Every time I text her, it's green, green, green.
I mean, I consider myself a fairly together person,
but I just become this crazy stalker
when it comes to her. You know, just-- Is she hurt?
Is she alive? Just constantly checking my phone
to receive that coveted, elusive blue text from her
saying... something.
- Anything. - Listen.
I need you to take a few hours off and go see your daughter.
She's not going to see me.
Then neither are we.
You are not to report back for at least a few hours.
Please don't take me off this case.
I want you here.
Take a break.
Life's too short.
Know what I mean?
Hey, Max.
Yeah? Look.
It's another bloody handprint. Same abnormality.
I bet there's another koala around here somewhere.
Okay.
How is that possible?
Penny... It's too specific
- of a signature not to be here. - Penny...
The koala and the handprint go hand in hand.
Paw to paw, so to speak...
- Penny. - Hi.
- Yes. Sorry. - You need to focus
on the evidence you find. Not on what you hope to find.
You're lucky I checked my messages.
- Here you go. - I'm not gonna be here that long.
Lindsey,
you're alive.
Should have ordered two champagnes to toast.
I showed up, didn't I?
I'm not staying to eat. I'm late for a shoot.
A shoot.
Is this the same shoot that
you bailed on the CSI job for?
I already told you.
Joining CSI was me fulfilling your dream. Not mine.
And what is your dream, Linds?
Being half dressed on a webcam
and charging strangers to be your fans?
You have a young daughter at home, my granddaughter.
Wow, you have some nerve.
"Linda Winston."
That was your dance name, right?
Yes. It was.
It was a long time ago.
I was single. I did what I had to do to survive.
I'm sorry. I'm your mother.
I love you. I just don't want strange men
seeing you half naked for money.
Oh, but strange men can grope you in the back of the VIP room
in real life, but that's okay?
Mom, I make ten times in a month than I ever could in a year
lifting prints and chasing down scumbags.
Why did you even call me, Mom?
We have been over this a million times.
I'm-I'm working a really tough case.
And I just, I just need some mother/daughter fuel.
Yeah, well, I'm not your emotional gas station
that you can just fill up at whenever you want.
I mean, has it ever occurred to you
that maybe I need some daughter/mother fuel?
'Cause I'm on empty.
I'm your daughter who needs
one thing and one thing only from her mother.
Name it.
No! I can't.
My problem is, is I don't have the courage
to say the three words that I have to say to you.
And what's that? "I hate you"?
No.
It's the three words that keep me going when...
when life gets to be too much.
But I guess, until I unblock you, you're never gonna know.
Hi, how are you doing?
That's great.
Have you processed the 419s yet?
I need to collect any last- minute trace on those sheets
before you perform the autopsies.
Mind giving me a hand? Thanks. You're a doll. Let's go.
Hey.
What have we got here?
Allie, meet micro-crochet koala number deux.
Penny, your hands are shaking.
Aren't they, though?
Is that my footage?
Yep. You missed something.
- So, we know who the mother is. - Mm.
She's one of the killers. But who is the father?
What, and you found him in something I missed?
Maybe. You ever have one of those Magic Eye posters?
The one that you stare at and let your eyes relax
- and then a hidden image emerges. - Yeah.
I loved those posters.
I feel like there was always a whale
or a fish underneath it.
How about a suspect?
These are the family portraits
that you digitized from the first scene.
Here, stand here.
Back straight. Head still.
Eyes relaxed.
Now, what do you see?
I see it. Wait.
Who's the odd man out on the upper left?
Turns out, the Geice family didn't have
any other family members in Vegas.
Well, then, who's the mystery man
standing behind our pregnant woman?
Lucky for us, TSA also has their own Magic Eye database.
Justin Einsteen. I'm Detective Chavez.
- CSI Willows. - Mr. Einsteen,
this woman was also killed at your parents' home.
- Do you know who this is? - No.
I've never seen this woman in my life.
This is Juliet Geice.
Who was pregnant at the time she was murdered
at the Geice residence where we found several photographs
in which you appear alongside her.
What is your relationship to her and her baby?
I'm the father.
I'd start talking if I were you.
Juliet approached me about having a baby.
Her and I are close. We're like family.
Well, you are family. Look...
Juliet had our baby?
Look, I'm sorry, uh, I don't understand.
I-I-I... I thought you said Juliet had died.
Juliet died at the scene, but your baby girl didn't.
She's fighting for her life at Desert Palm.
And you think I would shoot the mother of my child?
So, you were the sperm donor.
And Juliet was the surrogate.
Gestational carrier.
A surrogate uses her own eggs when carrying a child.
Juliet had bad oocytes.
So Lucia donated her eggs.
After all, they were the ones in love.
- Not me. - Wait a minute. Back up.
Lucia?
The infant's biological mother?
This woman?
No. That's not Lucia.
My fear is, the woman in this photo is one of her sisters.
Sisters?
Lucia has sisters. Two sisters.
They're fraternal triplets, if I remember correct.
This Lucia that you speak of-- she have a last name?
Lucia Marshman.
She have a last known address?
Can I check my phone?
I drove there to pick Lucia up and bring her to Juliet's house.
Juliet couldn't go to Lucia's home for fear
of blowing the secret with her other sisters. Am I right?
Yeah.
Here it is.
167 Falcon Bluff Lane.
- Move in! - Go, go, go!
Don't make me do it!
All of you back off!
All right, she's armed!
All right, room to room. Go.
Hands up! Drop the weapon!
Get back! Stop!
I'll blow her head off, I swear.
Lucia Marshman, drop your weapon!
Hold back. Hold. Hold.
I want everyone out now!
Ma'am, let's just talk. Put the gun down.
Do I look like I'm here to talk?
I got this, Max.
You heard her.
Lucia has the scene now.
Let's respect her wishes
before more people get killed.
You got this?
'Cause I can always call a negotiator, right?
She doesn't need a negotiator.
She needs a sister.
MAN [over radio]: All SWAT personnel, fall back.
Who has eyes on CSI Willows?
I do.
Lucia, my name is Catherine Willows.
I am a CSI with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
I am unarmed.
Does your sister need medical attention?
I met your baby.
You and Juliet
had a-a girl.
You want to meet her?
You just got to hand over that weapon.
I have a picture.
I just want my life as I know it to be over.
Is that why you dropped the baby koalas for us to find?
That if you got caught,
the life that you're living could be over.
You found them.
Then you probably found this, too.
This is what happened when Darcy took my first baby away
three years ago.
If I can't have a baby, you can't have a baby.
Say goodbye. We're putting that thing up for adoption!
No, no! No, no, no!
You know what they say about triplets?
First one out of the womb controls the other two.
Last one out is a rotten egg.
Me.
My sister's always been bloodthirsty.
She's a bad seed.
Darcy found out that Juliet and I
wanted to start our own family.
She was furious.
It was just supposed to be a robbery.
A money grab. "Baby tax."
In her mind, this was always going to be a family execution.
After Darcy shot Juliet...
...she wanted to tie up all loose ends.
So did I. They took my first child.
They weren't gonna take my second.
You know what they say--
"Hurt people hurt people."
You're right, Lucia.
Hurt people do hurt people.
I have a daughter. I hurt her
because I'm always trying to save her.
And the truth is,
I can barely save myself from those wild horses in my head.
Tell me more about those horses.
And she, um, I-I-- she's hurting me back. And it's...
and it's, and it's working.
'Cause not having her
and my granddaughter in my life,
it's-it's like a kick in the heart.
It-it reduces me to-to a shell of a mom.
And to be truthful, if...
I'm thankful I don't have one of those in my hands
at 4:20 in the morning, 'cause I don't know what I would do.
Just like you, Lucia,
you never planned to hurt anyone.
You never wanted innocent people to die.
All I ever wanted was to love someone.
And hope that one day they would love me back.
You can't save me.
I couldn't save Juliet.
I can't save my baby.
And I'm not worth saving.
Yes, you are, Lucia.
No, I'm not. And neither is my sister!
Go, go, go!
Back off! Back off!
I got her! I got her! I said back off! Back off!
Don't rip her away!
Back off!
It's okay. You're okay.
♪ You'll remember me
♪ When the west wind moves
♪ Among the fields of barley
♪ You can tell the sun is his jealous sky ♪
♪ When we walked in fields of gold ♪
♪ So she took her love for to gaze awhile ♪
♪ Among the fields of barley
♪ In his arms she fell
♪ As her hair came down
♪ Among the fields of gold
Hey.
♪ Will you stay with me?
You okay?
Define "okay."
All that stuff about you being in a dark place?
Is that true or theater?
Oh, just trying to keep the body count down.
You know, I was talking to Mary Phlippen at CPS.
And she said that Baby Doe has been upgraded to stable.
And that she's accepting visitors.
Tha-Thanks, Max.
♪ I never made promises lightly ♪
♪ And there have been some that I've broken ♪
♪ But I swear in the days still left ♪
Hello, koala number three.
I knew you were a cry for help. I knew it.
Hey.
You know, uh, Catherine said
that this was a rough one for you.
But you rallied.
Great job, Penny Lane.
You're one of the Beatles now. Remember that.
♪ Among the fields of barley
♪ See the children run
♪ As the sun goes down
♪ As you lie in fields of gold
♪ You'll remember me
♪ When the west wind moves
♪ Among the fields of barley
♪ You can tell the sun in his jealous sky... ♪
Ms. Willows...
everything all right?
Yeah.
Just feeling a little "blue" is all.
♪ When we walked in fields of gold ♪
♪ When we walked in fields of gold ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh.
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