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Baked brie and raspberry preserves.

It's a delight for the eye and the palate.

- Well, my wife doesn't just shine onstage.
- Oh...

I told you, the best restaurants in L.A.
couldn't hold a candle to Gloria.

Oh, Phil.

He has a much higher opinion
of my cooking than I do.

No, it really, it's so, so sweet
of you guys to invite us over.

Since Will and I moved to town, we've...

had a hard time meeting people.

- Well, you just haven't met the right ones.
- I'll say.

[laughing]

Another drink? You have
to allow a guest to do something.

- Oh, hell, it's not a school night, huh?
- Oh... I don't have to drive.

[laughs]

- Thank you.
- [Phil] Thanks.

[chattering, laughing]

[grunting]

[groans]
Oh, I must--

I might have to skip the wine
at dinner. I mean...

[both chuckle]

Oh, that's a beautiful ring.

Thank you.
Phil has great taste.

Tell me, Gloria,
how did you meet your husband?

Oh, God, it's one of those
crazy stories. Um...

blind date,

and somewhere midway
through the evening,

Phil and I realized
that we weren't the ones

the host was trying to set up.

I meant Ray.
How did you meet Ray?

[groggy]
Who-- Who the hell are you?

- [Gloria grunts]
- [Phil mutters]

[Gloria]
Phil!

[gasps]

[no audio]

[ringing]

Langston.

Ray, cops found a body-- John Doe.

Haskell?

Looks like his work.
They're holding the crime scene.

Where?

L.A.

♪♪ [theme]

♪ 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! ♪

[Willows]
Detective Sosa?

Who's asking?

Catherine Willows
with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

This is Ray Langston.

Thank you for calling us.

I didn't call you.
S. I.D. did.

Ask me, you people just wasted a trip.

Hey, Brody!

Vegas is here.

Willows, Langston.
Enjoy.

Welcome to L.A.

Another hour, and I had
to get some bread.

Do you always eat at your crime scenes?

Always keep some in my kit,

especially if I know I'm going to be sharing.

They do like peanut butter.

And they really loved him.

Sorry, buddy, you're evidence.

Excuse me.

Significant animal predation.

Little guy was hungry.

T.O.D.?

48 to 72 hours ago.
Here.

Looks like 12 sharp-force injuries.

All postmortem.

We got word to be on the lookout
for Nate Haskell.

That's why I called you guys.

I went over Sosa's head.

Please tell me I'm not going to lose mine.

Well, the last DJK murder victim
had ten postmortem stab wounds.

If it's Haskell, he skipped ahead.

Nah, Haskell considers me
to be his 11th victim,

even though he didn't get
to stick me 11 times.

Well, thanks for holding
the crime scene, Brody.

We're going to need to turn him.

- Excuse me, you Ray?
- Yes. And you are?

- I'm the guy who's going to marry your wife.
- [Gloria laughs]

All clear.

I'll call in S. I.D.

[Willows sighs]

Ray, I don't think that you should be here.

Listen, uh...

I can have a car take you downtown.

Hello. That's evidence.

[Willows]
Ray, what are you doing?

Condo security company gave us access
to the surveillance files.

The time stamp here is 8:37.

Metadata says it's from three nights ago.

I got Gloria and Phil coming home,
but somebody else leaving...

in their car.

[Willows]
Well, there's no sign of Gloria and Phil.

My vote's for the trunk.

Greg, can you get us a better look?

Whoa.

- [Willows] Tina Vincent.
- Who?

Latest bride of Haskell.

Is there a passenger?

This angle's not helping us.

Maybe this will.

See if I can lose the fun house.

It's him. It's Haskell.

I thought you said he changed his face?

We were wrong.

Guess I was wrong
about that wasted trip, huh?

[camera shutters clicks]

Greg, LAPD has given us
their full cooperation.

Get traffic cam footage
from three nights ago.

See if you can follow the car.

Copy that.

You have my cooperation.

Don't forget, it's still my city.

He gained their trust, Catherine.
He was here.

We'll find him, Ray.

And we'll find Gloria.

"Three days and three nights
of Heaven on Earth.

"And then...

just Heaven."

Haskell's words.

It's what he does with his victims.

It's already been 72 hours.

That means she's already gone.

We'll see what the evidence says.

I don't think I can do this, boss.

I'll call Sara.

I'll have a car take you
back to the airport.

Thanks.

[Langston]
Let's talk about something you enjoyed--

your first kill.

You never forget your first,

but I think that's a little intimate
for this stage of our relationship.

[Langston]
Tell us your definition of fun.

Fun is taking something away from somebody.

Oh, Ray...

there is a moral to this story.

Officer, would you mind pulling up over here?

- Sir?
- There's a bar over here.

I want to have a drink
before I get on the plane.

- Flight's in a half-hour.
- There's a flight to Vegas every hour.

I'll take the next one.
Look, you're welcome to join me.

I'm on duty, sir.

I'll wait for you out front.

[phone ringing]

- [voicemail beeps]
- Hey, it's Ray.

I know you're working.

I didn't expect you to answer, but, uh...

you're the only one I can talk to...

the only person who I think
will truly understand this.

At least, I hope you'll understand
when I've done what I have to do.

You know, we all make choices...

live with the consequences.

The only person I have ever loved...

is dead.

And now...

there's only one thing left for me to do.

Good-bye, Al.

[beeps]

[camera shutter clicks]

There's residue on the glass.

They were drugged.

If Haskell's up to his old tricks,
it's probably Salvia divinorum.

I'll have the L.A. lab run it.

Did you meet S. I.D. Brody?

- Yeah.
- She seems familiar.

So, I found blood in the shower.

Looks like Haskell cleaned up.

I have yet to process his gift.

I'll give S. I.D. a hand.

Okay.

Does this look like high-velocity blood
spatter to you?

[Sidle]
Yes, it does.

Coroner's report said Phil Baker
was strangled with a ligature--

probably his own tie.

Blunt-force trauma to the head,

12 postmortem stab wounds--

I don't see all that causing this.

Gunshots maybe?

- [fly buzzing]
- Tina Vincent popped two people in Vegas.

I'm hoping that we don't have
to add Gloria to the list.

- [buzzing]
- You hear that?

What?

Megaselia scalaris.

Little buggers corrupted our crime scene.

No gunshot.

They painted the wall.

So... Haskell's M.O.--

kill the man, dump the body,
take the woman alive.

Hmm.

Oh...

blood and tissue.

Postmortem stab wounds, anyone?

The flies weren't the only artists
in this room.

Phil Baker was struck in the head,

then strangled.

Stabbed postmortem.

The blood was the paint,
the body the brush.

Dragged him around, created a Picasso.

You're thinking that all this blood
came from just one source.

Haskell wanted Langston to feel
the horror of what happened in this room.

He wanted to get inside his head.

Hey.

Your boy Sanders helped us
track down the Bakers' car.

Dumped in K-Town, blood in the trunk.

- But no Gloria?
- Way ahead of you.

I got guys searching the park
and all around the observatory.

But you may need a search party yourself.

Ray Langston
ditched his escort to the airport.

And this morning's little
"bull in a china shop" act

says he's dangerous.

Tell me he's not armed.

I don't want any serial numbers.

Hey, I run a respectable joint here.

Is that respectable enough for you?

- I also need a laptop.
- Gates or Jobs?

Let me take a look in the back.

I'm throwing in a holster for free.

That do it for you?

How much for the laptop?

Five more bills.

- Sold.
- No negotiating?

Well, I like that.

Hey, Willoughby Observatory--
it's the best view in town.

Nicky, I need you in L.A.

I can't find Ray.
He's not answering his phone.

- I'm worried.
- Yeah, I know.

He called the doc.
He didn't sound real good.

It sounds like he's in a dark place.

Well, he's here somewhere.

- We got to find him.
- All right.

I'm on my way.
I'll find his ass.

We opened up Gloria's social network page,

found she'd been tagged in a friend's photo.

We now know where Gloria and Phil
met Haskell and Tina.

It was a benefit concert four nights ago.
Gloria was the main attraction.

Gloria and Phil invited Haskell and Tina
for drinks the next night.

"Willoughby J. Willoughby."

Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?

Another of Haskell's riddles, maybe?

Well, the postcard
that was left at the crime scene

had a picture of Willoughby Canyon
and Observatory on it.

- [Sidle] So what's he trying to say?
- I don't know.

Maybe it has something to do
with this guy Willoughby

or some kind of L.A. lore or history.

Oh, don't look at me.

I always did better in science.

You know, we do know
somebody who's into both.

Willoughby J. Willoughby

was a wealthy L.A. benefactor

who made his fortune in shipping.

But the bulk of his profits were thought
to have come from money-laundering.

Explains the benefactor part.

Trying to clean up his act.

Yeah, well, it didn't last.

'Cause in 1943, he shot his wife
in the head during an argument.

Attack on his wife.

I think I'm starting to get the joke.

The postcard, the ring,
"Gloria in Excelsis Deo."

Haskell wanted Ray to come out and play.

So some kind of an invitation.

Except we're the ones
who are gonna crash the party.

Greg, I want to know everything
there is to know

about Willoughby J. Willoughby.

Work your magic.

Do my best.

[bottles clatter]

You know why I'm here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I drove straight from the airport
to S. I.D., checked in.

Sara told me you'd be here.

Detective Sosa, this is CSI Nick Stokes.

- Hey, man.
- Wow.

Anybody left in Vegas to catch crooks?

Yeah, there's still a couple of us.

So, what's going on here?

Got a call.
Shots fired.

Units responded,
found a Caucasian female.

Who is she?

[Willows]
Tina Vincent.

Somebody worked her over pretty good.

Looks like she might've gotten
a couple of licks in, though.

Nine-mil.

One in the leg, one in the head,

and a whole lot of ugly in between.

I used to work Narco--
whoever did this wanted information.

Or he was just a sadistic bastard.

[Sosa] Excuse me,
what do you two think you're doing?

Gonna process the scene.

Look, I'm all about cooperating,
but I'd prefer to have my people handle this.

Look, Detective Sosa,
this is still a DJK case.

You find Ray Langston yet?

Maybe he found her.

[Brody]
Stokes.

It's Stokes, right?

Yeah.

At lvpdcsi.com?

Yeah.

- Forgot something.
- [cell phone rings]

Thanks.

Morgan.

I just figured it out--
you're Conrad's daughter.

- Before the divorce.
- [chuckles]

Last time I saw you,
you were just a kid.

So you don't go by Ecklie.

I took my stepdad's last name.

I'll catch you guys later.

[Stokes]
I like her style.

I processed Tina Vincent's room.

Prints I lifted place three people there--

Nate Haskell, Tina Vincent...

And CSI Raymond Langston.

You want to explain that to me?

I can't.

I got enough trouble
chasing down the bad guys.

I don't need to be chasing
the good ones, too.

Look, we don't know
what happened in that room.

Yeah, we do.

Someone tortured that girl
till they got what they wanted.

Then they put a bullet through her head.

Now, I'm gonna ask you again.
Does Ray Langston carry?

No.

What about blood evidence?

I found blood on the doorknob

and on the vic's ring,

along with epithelials under her fingernails.

Consistent with a struggle.

DNA comes back to
an unknown African-American male.

You run it against CSI Langston?

I would have, but...

he wasn't in the system.

How is that possible?
Man's a CSI.

- Submission is voluntary.
- Great.

So if I ever want to kill someone,
I'll just transfer to Vegas.

Ray's not a murderer.

- No?
- No.

He's definitely a suspect.

How did you find me?

I'm part hound dog.

I pinged your cell,

traced it back to a tower
near Dodger Stadium,

then checked out all the motels
one cut above fleabag.

It was really pretty easy.

When did you start carrying a gun again?

You need to go home, Nick.

You're not taking me back.

I'm not here to take you back.
I'm here to help you out.

Haskell wants me, all right?

He doesn't want you.

Raymond...

Tina Vincent's dead.

Now, I know you didn't kill her...

but you need to tell me what happened.

Haskell wanted me to find her.

Where is he, Tina?

You want to hurt me?

You're going to tell me what I want to know.

[laughs]

- And did she?
- No.

All she would said is that Nate
wanted me to have that.

Said the blood on it was Gloria's.

It used every ounce of my strength
not to hurt her.

Well, Haskell came back after you left

and he put a real good
hurting on her for you.

You do realize what he's doing, don't you?

Yes, yes, he's isolating me.

He's making you a fugitive.

He's cutting you off
from everyone and everything.

And believe me,
if it was this easy for me to find you,

LAPD won't have a problem.

Take a look at this.

[beeps]

I found this at Tina Vincent's crime scene.

"You never forget your first."

Same ticket, same message.

What is he saying?

This sick bastard
is leaving us a bread crumb trail.

All we have to do is figure out
where it leads.

I can't exactly call the lab now, can I?

I can.

[Stokes]
How we doing, Greg?

[whispering]
Ask him about Langston.

I found the manufacturer of the tickets.

Ask him about Langston.

Running the numbers
through the company's database right now.

- Will you ask him?
- Shut up.

- What?
- Um, sorry.

- I wasn't talking to you.
- Uh, Nick, yeah, it's me.

Um, I heard the news,

and, uh, while I can empathize with Ray,

I feel I must express my concern

that his Dirty Harry style antics of late

can only reflect badly on the team.

- Hodges, put Greg back on the phone.
- Yeah, will do.

Uh, just tell me--

- Is there any news from Ray?
- No.

But when I find him,
you'll be the first to know.

Give me that.

All right, I think I got something.

According to this,

the tickets were delivered to L.A.--

part of a shipment
to the Santa Monica Pier.

[Langston]
The carousel.

"You never forget your first."

What are you talking about?

My first date with Gloria
was on a carousel in Baltimore.

How would Haskell know something like that?

We may be walking into something here.

- You got my back, right?
- Always.

[whirring]

♪♪ ["The Blue Danube"]

This isn't our first date, Ray.

It's just our first without a chaperone.

[Stokes]
Get your hands up.

Oh, Ray!

No fair.

- You're under arrest, you son of a bitch.
- [cocks gun]

Yeah.

Where is he?

I got the other side.

Outside, Ray.

[chain rattling]

[siren in distance]

[people chattering]

[people screaming]

[people laughing]

Haskell, hold it right there!

Drop the gun!

I'm a CSI, in pursuit of a suspect!

Look, I don't care who the hell you are!
Drop the gun!

You're making a big mistake!
Listen to me!

No, you listen!

Drop the gun, get on your knees,
and put your hands behind your head!

Do it now!

I'm not getting on my knees.

[handcuffs click]

Don't move!
Drop the gun!

Listen to him, Ray.

It can't end like this, Ray.

Oh, I know how you feel, Ray,

but if you pull that trigger now,
you'll kill more than me.

Two people die, Ray!

She's still alive!

Gloria's still alive, Ray!

[Officer]
Drop the gun, now!

Nate Haskell is responsible

for the deaths of over 25 people,

including four law enforcement officers
in Las Vegas.

And last night he damn near took
the life of one of my men.

So how come he didn't take yours?

I can't answer that.

That's a load of crap.

Where'd you get the gun?

I took it from an assailant who attempted
to mug me in MacArthur Park.

My intention was to turn it in.

You know something...

you're lucky Officer Davies
was wearing a vest...

and that the slug we took out of it

was a match to the bullet
that killed Tina Vincent.

But you knew where to find her.

And you knew where to find Haskell.

Now, I don't care if you're inside his head,

or he's inside yours.

You know what's going on here.

You got a choice.

You talk to me, or I'm putting your ass
on a plane back to Vegas myself.

Am I being charged with a crime?

I'll be the one to get him on the plane.

You know, if it was up to me,
I'd send you all home.

But then, I got a problem--

Haskell drops another body,

and it's my ass in the sling
because I'm the moron

who sent the Haskell experts back to Vegas.

So no free airfare then?

How about no more surprises?

I'll meet you back at S. I.D.

I'll go check in with Morgan.

I told you to find him, Nicky.

- I did find him.
- I should've known.

You had to have his back,

had to cowboy up on some vigilante mission.

I mean, I get him, but you have no excuse.

So are you sending me home, now, too?

Oh, I'd like to, but I can't,
because I need you here.

And, luckily, LAPD is
giving you a second chance.

Ray, you're going back to Vegas.

Do I have to post a guard at your door?

No, that won't be necessary.

We'll get him.

[Sidle]
Smooth, polished surface.

It looks like beach sand.

Recovered from Tina Vincent's room.

Well, that makes sense-- Haskell was
at the pier, he spent some time at the beach.

Found more than just beach sand.

I think he's been spending time
somewhere else.

Put your nose down that one.

Nesosilicates, garnet.

There's chips of paint in the mix.

This sand is from construction.

Sandblasting, maybe.

Plenty of that downtown,
at least until the economy hit the skids.

Maybe Haskell's squatting.

Or it's where he left Gloria's body.

The rings of a tree will give up its history.

Blast the paint off the side of a building,
layers are going to tell you the same story.

Time for a little chip and dip.

- Hey, Ray.
- Hey.

Thanks for coming to get me.

Well, Catherine didn't give me much choice.

- Yeah.
- But I would've been here anyway.

What's going on?

Haskell could've killed me, he didn't.

Yeah, well, maybe he didn't want to kill you.

He just wants to keep hurting you.

Can we go back to the office for a while?

You're on leave, Ray.
You think that's a good idea?

I don't know.

You think it's a good idea for me to just
go home and sit in an empty house?

Come on.

The trace that we thought was sand
in Tina Vincent's room

turned out to be commercial sandblasting.

Found paint chips in the mix.

Gave us a profile of the building.

You're thinking if we find the building,
we may find Haskell.

Base layer had traces of concrete.

Suggests it's industrial.

12 layers?

Damn. You figure buildings get a new coat
of paint every six to eight years.

Place is old.

But the sandblasting suggests
it's under renovation,

at least at some point recently.

Chemical composition of the paint
indicates epoxy formulations--

maintenance paint used in railings,
fire doors...

So, what, we're talking about a school,

hospital, or government building?

Narrows it down.

Let's have LAPD pull building and demolition
permits over the last three years.

We'll start there.

Nice work, Morgan.

Yeah, thanks.

No.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Access denied.

Yeah, you're probably thinking virus,
but, uh, it's Willows.

Catherine pulled my privileges?

I'm sure it's just temporary.

You're damn right, because you're going
to give me your pass code right now.

No, I can't do that.

- Or I'm going to go all Dirty Harry on you.
- You were listening.

I'm going to do this one time.

Willoughby J. Willoughby.

"Born 1895, died 1963.

"Shipping magnate,

"Willoughby donated
thousands of acres of land

to the city of Los Angeles."

What's going on?

You can be part of the problem
or part of the solution.

Solution.

Back to Willoughby J. Willoughby, huh?

Thought we left him behind
with Tina Vincent at The Penwick.

We did.
Not so sure about Haskell, though.

Man shoots his wife in the head, kills her.

I mean, there's got to be...

some deeper meaning.

He didn't kill her.

- She survived?
- Yes.

- Is that significant?
- Yes. Tell me more about the crime.

LAPD faxed me copies of the old case files.

Apparently, Willoughby was a bigamist.

Willoughby J. Willoughby--
a name so nice, he married twice.

Willoughby's second wife Audrey
was from Las Vegas.

The night of the shooting,
Wife Number One-- Sylvia--

surprised Willoughby and Wife Number Two
during a tryst at The Penwick.

One thing led to another,
and Willoughby shot Wife Number One.

So Wife Number Two witnessed the crime?

Along with her seven-year-old son,
who was staying in the adjoining room.

And that seven-year-old boy is Nate Haskell.

If Nate Haskell were 75 years old.

What was the boy's name?

Arvin.

Wife Number One survives.

Do we know what happened
to Wife Number Two?

According to court records,

uh, Audrey Willoughby,
two years following the shooting,

was committed to a psychiatric facility--

St. Collette's Hospital in L.A.

The boy was placed
into the custody of his uncle,

and that's pretty much where the trail ends.

Hmm.

Wife died the same year the hospital closed
in the mid-1980s.

Is there a problem?

Catherine said that Haskell might be hiding
out in an industrial building,

maybe a hospital.

One from around the same era...

...undergoing renovations.

I've, uh, got to call Catherine.

- David.
- Yeah.

Would you mind getting us some coffee?

- Absolutely.
- Thank you.

[Stokes]
Mr. Thorpe, do you know where Tina

and this squirrelly guy are shacking up?

The old house across the road.

She's still alive!
Gloria's still alive, Ray!

Hello, Nate.

[Man on police radio]
Show Detective Sosa

responding code three
to St. Collette's Hospital

with Las Vegas CSI,
requesting additional backup.

[groans]

- Mr. Thorpe?
- Help me.

Please.

Mr. Thorpe, where's your son?

Warner...

Where is he?

Please...

help.

Charlie-07, Langston.

Request immediate backup
and paramedics to my location--

the old Thorpe farm.

Code three.

[chains rattle]

[Gloria]
Ray?

Ray?

[pants]

Gloria.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

[floor creaks]

Welcome home, Ray.

Welcome home.