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We've got to hurry.

Someone might see us.

You might like it.

Oh, come on, baby, it won't take that long.

( cell phone ringing )

Wait, wait.

What is that?

( cell phone ringing )

It's your phone. Let it ring.

No, no. I turned mine off.

Stop it.

( ringing continues )

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

( camera clicking )

( sirens wailing, dog barking)

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just can't believe

she was just lying there

the whole time.

Did you touch anything else besides the cell phone?

No, way. We were afraid.

We called 911 the moment we saw her.

Good. Yeah, on my cell.

Would you mind sticking around

so I can get a complete statement?

Yeah, sure. Whatever you need.

Thank you.

CAINE: Got an ID?

I'm waiting on Alexx to check her effects.

Caucasian, early-twenties,

no handbag.

Significant impressions around her body though.

She might have been dumped.

Those two find her?

Yes, college kids from Florida U.

They heard her cell phone ring.

So I'm going to look into who made that call.

It may tell us who she is.

CAINE: We may have been beaten to the punch.

Ten uniforms at a crime scene, that seems excessive.

Excuse me.

We're going to have to block off another twenty.

Lieutenant.

We have a VIP situation here.

She's, uh, actually an actress, Lieutenant.

What's her name?

Ashley Anders.

She does pay-per-view, DVDs...

Responding officers recognize her from her films.

She does adult films.

Yes, sir.

She's a porn star.

She is also...

somebody's daughter,

and that is what we focus on.

* Yeah!

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( camera clicking )

There's something in her hair, Alexx.

A sticky substance.

It doesn't look like a biological.

All right, I'll get it to trace.

In the meantime, we've got

keys, an MP3 player

and $20 that we found in her pocket,

so I guess that rules out robbery.

I think this rules out robbery.

Hand marks on her neck.

Petechial hemorrhage.

She was strangled.

Looking that way.

The killer was up close and personal,

maybe someone she knew.

More than likely.

The thing is, a lot of people knew Ashley Anders.

She had one of the top-selling DVDs

on the adult market.

I've heard.

Well, if this was a sex crime,

something doesn't add up.

The vic is fully clothed.

Maybe they redressed her?

Then they're good, honey.

No bunching.

It's tough to redress dead weight.

I'll know more at the post.

Hey.

Hi. Get anything?

Well, our victim's family lives in Minnesota.

I'm still trying to track them down.

What about an employer? Palmgrove Industries.

She's made over a hundred films for them.

Palmgrove Industries...

That's one of the biggest corporations in the state.

That's the David Jeffers family, right?

That must be why she's being paid

by a subsidiary company called Fallen Films.

Fallen Films?

Okay.

Oh, and Horatio?

Yeah?

If this case goes into Friday,

uh, I'll have Hagen fill in for me.

Is that all right?

Are you okay? Oh, yeah.

I just have plans for the weekend.

Um, no, it's fine.

Okay, good.

Sure. Thanks.

Yeah.

( music playing )

With the makeup off, she looks like the girl next door.

Any physical findings?

No vaginal injuries. I collected a kit.

Doesn't appear to be any biological fluids.

COD, Alexx?

Asphyxiation caused by manual strangulation.

Killer on top, used both hands.

Did you scrape under her fingernails?

I sent the scrapings to trace.

Okay, time of death?

Liver mortis puts her time of death about 10-12 hours ago,

but I may be able to tell you

where she was a couple of hours before.

Stomach contents.

Look what's at the bottom.

Looks like caviar.

I'm guessing Russian.

Two hundred bucks a spoonful.

She was at a party

or a club of some kind.

Okay, I'll have Yelina take a look.

Thank you, Alexx.

DUQUESNE: Uh huh.

Hey, some of that evidence hasn't been logged yet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Dad, I've got to go.

The Savannah, I will see you there. I promise.

Trace said you had the fingernail scrapings

from our porn girl.

It's in here somewhere...

Ever see any Ashley Anders movies?

Me? No. Where would I see them?

Clubs, parties, you know, out.

No, I don't think that you and I

are going to the same places, Valera.

Porn's the new martini.

No one's hiding their vices anymore.

Here it is.

Blood and tissue from under our victim's nails

is from a David Jeffers.

Palmgrove's David Jeffers?

He's the CEO that distributes Ashley's movies.

I know.

I ran "Mr. Upstanding" through CODIS.

He's in the system for a stat rape

back in grad school.

Well, that makes him a registered sex offender.

I wonder if it took place in a park.

As a matter of fact, it did. Biscayne.

Mr. Jeffers, this is about one of your employees,

Ashley Anders.

She was murdered last night.

That's uh, that's terrible,

but I don't know anything about this girl.

My client owns a conglomerate of businesses, one of which

happens to distribute adult titles.

It's assuming a lot to think he knows each employee personally.

Oh, CSI never assumes.

We found your DNA

under the dead girl's fingernails, Mr. Jeffers.

So what happened?

Did things get a little rough after the party last night?

Party?

I checked your security log.

Very informative.

Ashley attended your party

in this very office last night.

She had champagne, caviar...

and got strangled.

So...

you two want to step outside while we execute the warrant?

It'd be my pleasure to escort you. Gentlemen.

( answering machine beeps )

MAN: I'm meeting with your accountant...

WOMAN: 3,000 acres...

WOMAN 2: They said the jet will be refueled

by 10:00 am...

MAN 2: Relax, David. We don't have to panic.

MAN 3: Don't tell me not to panic.

That ... screwed us.

It's under control.

The hell it is. Take care of the

Ashley situation or it's your ...

That was a business discussion.

It's protected by attorney/client privilege.

A judge may not see it that way...

in a murder case.

I didn't murder anyone!

You don't have to say anything, David.

I've got nothing to hide.

You were with Ashley last night though, weren't you?

I was entertaining some clients

and I decided to invite some girls

to come on over, you know, spice up the party...

The most beautiful girl in the world...

Ashley decided she wanted to leave.

I told her, "I sell your movies,

you better damn well sell my clients."

( music playing )

She scratched my neck. She left, that's all that happened.

My client

is a prominent businessman

with strong ties to the community.

He has a family and three little girls.

CAINE: Will they be appearing

in your films, Mr. Jeffers,

when they grow up... just out of curiosity?

These actresses have free will.

Besides, it's not like we do gonzo porn,

we have story lines, we have plots.

You are a regular Patty Chayefsky.

Are you arresting my client?

Not at present.

( alarm beeping )

Eric,

what happened?

We had a spill.

Concentrated hydrochloric acid.

What did we lose?

Jeffers' answering machine tape.

I was duping it

for the courts, and the concentrated HCl fumes

ruined the ferric oxide powder

that coats the tape's polymer backing.

The tape is spooled.

Is it salvageable?

Lieutenant Caine,

do you really think the CSI that's responsible

for destroying the original evidence

should be assigned to the case?

I don't remember asking your opinion, Rick.

Well, the Commander suggested

IAB should check into this.

Find out how this accident occurred,

and which employee may be involved in undermining

a major murder investigation,

not to mention compromising countless other cases.

It is, uh, Delko, right?

Eric, would you give us a minute, please?

Sure, H.

"H." You see, that could be interpreted

as a lack of respect for a superior.

You know, I am willing to take that chance.

STETLER: So, as his superior, did Delko screw up?

CAINE: No.

If anybody did, I did.

You did?

You weren't even in the building at the time.

Yelina says you were at P.D.

My lab, my oversight.

You cover

a lot of people's screw-ups, don't you?

Delko and evidence, your brother and that girl.

What's her name-- Suzie, right?

Rick, that is a private matter.

You see, I see a pattern

of you withholding critical information,

and I've opened a file on you.

Walk away.

You ran an outside DNA check

through our lab.

That sample was related to the case.

Yes, but that makes it

department business.

And by the way, Suzie, right?

Her kid, little Madison?

That's your brother's kid.

How long are you going to hide that from Yelina?

Rick, this is an unwise course of action for you.

Is that a threat?

Just remember what I said.

And another criminalist

will be doing this investigation.

And you better find more evidence on Jeffers.

Blondeapalooza?

28 Lays Later?

She's got to have her own aisle at the video store.

Yeah, Valera says she's famous.

Well, Valera would know, wouldn't she?

Hey, did you see that dog bowl in the kitchen?

Yeah, but no dog.

I'll check the local kennels.

Did you clear this side?

Yeah.

I've got semen on the bed.

( clearing throat )

She is a porno star.

Yeah, but the apartment manager

says she never brings guys back to her place.

Look-- fans.

Oh.

You've got fan mail?

Yeah, they're all addressed

to Ashley Anders, care of Fallen Films.

I guess someone

figured out where she lived.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I will process the letters if you do the films.

This is her most recent film.

Well, anything that can shed some light on who

this girl might have been.

Well, then forget the films.

DVD extras.

These discs are packed with them.

Here's one.

( woman panting ) Oops.

( clearing throat )

I think I saw something on the set-up menu.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Ashley Anders, and this is all about me.

I like chocolates and poetry and long walks on the beach.

I love men who can make me laugh,

and I hate mean people.

Okay, let's see; here's another one.

Here I am walking my dog, Rufus, like I do every day.

Wait a second; freeze that.

It's one of my favorite things...

That's South Pointe Park, right?

Yeah, where she was killed.

Well, you got to be local to recognize that.

Ashley's fan mail

within a 100-mile radius of Miami.

And these are the ones

postmarked closest to South Pointe Park.

I have 12 out of 30 letters here from the same perv.

Mm-hmm. Single-spaced, teeny writing.

I think we've got our stalker.

His name's Ned Ostroff.

Think he licks his envelopes?

I don't know; let's ask him.

Well, you can ask him

'cause I got to go to the park

and look for Ashley's dog.

There's a chance it was with her when she was attacked.

See you later.

DNA from the fan mail

matches the semen contribution from Ashley's bed.

Contribution was neat.

Thanks, Valera.

Sure.

What does that mean?

That means that we have

DNA proof you were in Ashley Anders' apartment, on her bed.

That's ridiculous.

I don't even know her.

Well, that much I do believe.

"Neat contribution" means

there was no... mixture of fluids.

You were by yourself.

I just...

needed to be close to her.

You worked in the mail room

at Palmgrove Industries,

Wasn't that close enough?

I did a search at Human Resources.

They confirmed your employment.

Closest I got was boxing her DVDs.

Shipping them.

And introducing yourself to Mr. Jeffers.

Human Resources told us that you

had to be fired after that, Ned.

You've got a little bit of a stalker personality,

don't you, Ned?

Did Jeffers give you a chance to redeem yourself?

What?

We have a recording

of what appears to be a plan to end Ashley Anders' life.

Did Jeffers or his lawyer talk you into

breaking into her apartment?

I don't even know what you're talking about.

Excuse me.

Horatio thought you should see this.

Had to wait for the bruising to come up.

Count the fingers.

Not including the thumbs,

four on the left, three on the right.

A nine-fingered man?

Birth defect or injury?

OSTROFF: Well, I've got all ten.

Can I go now?

First, let's see if you've had one of those fingers injured.

We need your handprint, please.

If I say yes...

can I see her body?

Just to say good-bye... one more time.

We will make every effort to see that happen.

Roll your right sleeve, please.

Down on the paper.

Here's Ned's hand...

and here's the killer.

No match.

Are you sure? Yeah, interdigital

span's too short.

If they put someone up

to strangle Ashley, it wasn't Ned.

Why don't we test Jeffers, or his lawyer?

Yeah, I'm working on a warrant.

Okay, I'll let Horatio know about old Ned.

Got a hit

on Tim Speedle, Eric Delko...

You too, Lieutenant.

Unidentifieds, please.

Yes, one.

STETLER: Horatio, this is my investigation.

Joseph, are the prints in the system?

KAYLE: Carl Mercer.

CAINE: Carl Mercer is one of our trustees.

Jail trustee?

That's correct.

The county uses them as cheap labor.

You have an inmate working in your lab?

Based on the latest round of budget cuts, I do.

That's correct.

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm the guy you're trying to get fired.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I just empty the trash.

CAINE: Really?

Let me see your forearms, Carl.

Come on, Carl, the forearms.

Carl...

There it is-- HCl.

"Hydrochloric acid" written there

by you to remember which acid

to spill in my... lab.

MERCER: This dude shows up at my wife's.

Talked like a lawyer.

She's never seen him before,

but somehow he knows I'm in for another D&D.

Offered to front the bail.

And all you had to do

was spill acid in the lab, right?

MAN: Relax, David, we don't have...

( unintelligible utterances )

Well, I hope your wife got money for your new charges.

New?

I just spilled some stuff.

That's an attempt to destroy evidence

in a murder investigation.

CAINE: Carl, do not feel bad.

You were played

by somebody who understands the system

better than you do.

And here's the other good news.

You're not...

alone.

DELKO: H, I'll be in the Layout.

Yeah, Eric.

I suppose I owe you an apology.

The man you need to apologize to, Rick,

just left the room.

Thank you, Carl.

Very cagey, Counselor.

I'm always happy to take a compliment,

even when I don't know why it's been given.

CAINE: How about bribing

a trustee to destroy evidence?

How about that one?

And knowing that the one thing

HCl fumes could destroy was tape.

You must have got an "A" in Chemistry.

Are you telling me you lost the evidence

you thought you had on my client?

No.

Not quite.

We'd actually made dupes for the prosecutor

and for the defense.

Without the originals,

you can't prove authenticity.

I can argue that the copied tapes could have been altered.

Speaking of authenticity,

have a listen.

MARC SNOWDEN: It's under control.

DAVID JEFFERS: The hell it is.

Take care of the Ashley situation, or it's your ...

Now, the state's attorney is going

to hear that as you...

( phone ringing )

planning Ashley's murder.

Not so.

Really? Excuse me.

Yeah. YELINA: Just hung up

with our trustee's wife.

She denies the whole thing.

Interesting.

She won't make a statement

implicating our lawyer friend here.

Okay. Good to know.

Thank you.

Well, Counselor, you just got lucky.

The trustee's wife is too afraid to come forward.

Don't you hate it when the truth doesn't suit you?

CAINE: Not yet it doesn't.

Not yet.

Rufus?

Rufus!

( whistling )

Rufus.

( whistles )

Rufus!

( whistles )

Rufus!

Hey, excuse me, miss?

Are we after the same thing?

Not today, all right?

Just not today.

Rufus?

No. It's Ashley's dog, right?

I'm with the CSI Miami-Dade.

We think the dog was with her the night

she was killed.

Ash and I are best friends.

Were.

We work together.

You mean in the, uh...

I work adult.

Soon as I heard, I went to Ash's place.

I noticed the dog was gone.

Dude, I told you it was her.

Cookie Devine, right?

You're that-that chick in the pornos.

Oh, no. You guys have me confused with somebody else.

No way.

You're her.

I'd recognize that tail anywhere.

( laughter )

Hey, why don't you guys take a walk?

What are you, her boyfriend?

You're a lucky man.

Yeah, buddy. Hey, hey.

How about you let us tap some of that?

I'm serious. Get out of here. Yeah, why

don't I kick your ... instead?

How about I arrest you

for harassing this young lady

and interfering

with a murder investigation?

How about that?

Hey, no problem. Yeah.

We-We didn't mean anything, sir.

No. Uh, sorry, officer.

Get lost.

Can I have your job?

I got into the wrong business.

( laughs )

Hey, is that him?

( Cookie gasps )

Rufus! Hi!

Whoa, can't do that, 'cause it's, uh...

He's evidence.

Oh.

He's been alone for a day.

He's pretty brambled up.

Oh, poor boy.

His ribs are sore.

Tough little guy.

Killer might have kicked him.

Meaning?

Well, maybe Rufus here gave him a reason to.

Will you hold his mouth open?

Yup.

You got any floss?

Are you kidding?

No.

Let's hope that he bit the guy.

Horatio?

Yeah.

David Jeffers has a history

of hooking up with young girls, doesn't he?

How old is this victim?

How old do you think she is?

Ashley's real name is Kathleen Sosenko.

ID puts her at 21.

So does the birth certificate

we got from Jeffers' office.

Let's check, okay?

Wisdom teeth don't lie.

WOODS: Third molars haven't grown in yet.

Haven't even started.

Don't your wisdom teeth erupt

when you're 18 years old?

Yeah, they're the last to erupt.

Her molars are five centimeters below the gum surface.

She's 18, tops.

Okay.

So, she's been appearing in films

for three years, which means she started

at 15.

And that is what David Jeffers

is hiding.

Hi. Hey.

What you get?

Found the girl's dog.

There was human flesh on the teeth.

What's the bad news? Doesn't match

Jeffers or his lawyers.

What do we do now?

We go back to the park

and we take up our surveillance again.

There are no cameras stationed in the park.

But that

doesn't mean she's not being watched.

Why am I back here?

You're going to help us, Ned.

I already told you

I didn't do it.

Well, first of all, everybody tell us

they didn't do it.

And second of all, we already know

the things you've done.

And you know everything

that Ashley did.

You're a bona fide stalker.

Okay.

You've made your point.

CAINE: You saw Ashley more than

anyone else in her last few days.

And you also have a breaking and entering charge

I might be helpful with.

I'm listening.

The night that Ashley was strangled, did you

see this man?

Her boss?

Jeffers.

No, he wasn't there.

Okay.

What did you see that night?

Ashley, uh,

was wearing this ruby red gloss, number six.

And the hoop earrings that her mother gave her.

You see her dog?

Yeah, Rufus hates me.

I-I keep my distance when he's around.

I took off when she started talking to some guy.

Which guy?

Who are you talking about?

I hate seeing her talk to guys.

Okay,

Ned, who are you talking about?

Which guy?

Some jerk...

I don't know.

He was wearing a cap.

And, uh, a jacket

with a horseshoe on it.

Like with a horseshoe.

Okay.

A horseshoe doesn't really narrow it down.

Got everything from Boy Scout camps to casinos.

The thing they all have in common is that they're

guy-related activities.

True.

Oh!

There are hundreds of them.

I don't know where to start.

Maybe we can cross-reference it with her fan mail.

We might get lucky.

Maybe we just did.

What if we're not looking for a horseshoe?

The Greek letter, Omega.

And I've seen it recently.

DUQUESNE: I remember reading this fan letter.

It's a well

thought out and respectful letter

requesting Ashley's presence

at the fraternity's Brotherhood Night.

Did she go?

No. She made a note to herself

that she sent a DVD.

Check out who the Chapter

Vice President is.

Kyle Preston.

Same guy who found Ashley's body.

This is a place of business, Kyle.

So?

Take... off... the hat.

Eric will hang it for you.

You can pick it up on your way out.

What are you doing with my hat?

Why didn't you tell me

that you recognized Ashley, Kyle?

The dead girl?

Mm-hmm, the dead girl.

The one you wrote the letter to.

Look, we write a letter to every porn star

hoping that just one says she'll show up.

I mean, you got to get in it to win it.

Clever.

Let me see your leg.

What for?

Let me see it.

Okay, before you lie to me

about that, Kyle, you should know

that I have Ashley's dog

who has

human flesh in his mouth.

Now, do I need to run a DNA test?

Okay, look, I saw her that afternoon.

My girlfriend was in class,

and-and I thought I'd just go talk to her.

Miss Anders?

Yes?

You don't know me, but, uh,

I'm a huge fan.

( barking ) Rufus, down.

Sorry.

No, it's okay.

But I was wondering, though, if...

You want an autograph?

( barking and growling) Rufus...

Then the dog bit me.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because my girlfriend hates that I watch porn.

And to tell you the truth,

I'm not proud of it, either.

Did Kyle have something to do with that girl's death?

Is there anything you want to tell me

that may help us answer that question?

The second I heard she was a porn star,

alarms went off.

For Kyle,

watching it has gotten out of control.

Did you ever watch it together?

Dorm parties.

But he wanted me to watch it alone,

with him, when we...

You know?

And you said no?

I've been upset.

We never...

This is embarrassing, um...

He, uh, couldn't...

anymore with me.

That's called Porn Creep.

It gets to be so a guy can't be with a real woman anymore.

I just...

I thought he'd get past it, or...

grow out of it.

And so, did you maybe take matters

into your own hands?

Kill her?

No. Why would you even

think that?

Well, because Ashley wasn't sexually assaulted.

The murder was personal, but not sexual.

This is great.

He's into porn, but I'm a suspect.

*

So?

Nectar's consistent with the samples

from the crime scene.

Good. Run with it, Eric.

You're not going?

No, I have some unfinished business,

but you go for it.

All right.

Thanks for having my back, H.

Always.

Got a time problem, Kyle.

Why, I got nowhere to be.

( chuckles )

You said you spoke to Ashley

in the afternoon, right?

Yep.

And then you found her dead body at 6:00 a.m.,

after sunrise.

You see, the thing is,

the nectar that we found on your hat

is from a moonflower

which blooms only at night.

The photosynthetic reaction

makes it open when the sun goes down.

Must've got it on me when I found her.

Well, you said you never touched her,

and your girlfriend corroborated that.

It's the one true thing you told us.

Thanks.

What happened to your finger?

I jammed it playing basketball.

It-it doesn't bend.

I went from starter to bench.

To prison.

You killed Ashley.

You strangled her.

Ashley,

in her movies, she was always ready to go.

Eyes rolling in the back of her head.

With Gina...

she would look at me.

It was nothing like pornos.

You didn't know how to react?

I was losing my girlfriend.

KYLE: Ashley.

Uh, yeah.

Ashley Anders, right?

Yeah.

I was a big fan.

Uh, th-thanks.

Um, I'm just...

Don't talk.

But I...

Don't talk.

( dog growling )

( yelps )

( gasping, choking )

So what, you figured if you killed Ashley,

you'd kill your problem?

I love Gina.

I just needed to be rewired.

And that's why you brought her out there,

for a... a little victory sex?

It didn't matter.

Real girls don't turn me on anymore.

Fortunately for you, where you're going,

that won't be a problem.

WELLS: Ashley's birth certificate has been tampered with.

Paper's been chemically treated.

Probably with bleach.

So somebody erased the date and then changed it.

Thing about bleach is

it can take some things away, but it leaves others behind.

I didn't know she was underage when she made those movies.

No, but when you sold the movies you did.

That's what the conversation on the tape was about.

Your plans to sell Ashley's films.

I checked with the Florida U.C.C. filings

and found out that Palmgrove Industries

has sold Fallen Films to a Korean company

just this week.

That's why you doctored her birth certificate, right?

We found your fingerprints

on the paper.

That's felony distribution

of child pornography.

That's 15 years minimum.

Fifteen was Ashley's age

when you started exploiting her.

Even if I had an idea, I'm not the bad guy here.

I didn't kill anyone.

( wry laugh )

No, but...

you created the bad guy.

Snob.

You talking to me?

I'm Ashley's friend.

You don't remember me?

Cookie Devine.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. You look different.

Makeup.

You saw me right after a shoot.

Uh, I just wanted to thank you

for how you dealt with those guys at the park,

sticking up for me.

Sure.

I mean, I know you had to and all.

No, I didn't have to.

Come on, it was the badge talking.

You're telling me,

some other night, with friends,

you wouldn't say the same things?

No.

Maybe not, but you would've thought it.

I, uh,

I don't mean to insult you,

but I-I haven't seen any of your movies.

So you'd date a girl like me?

Officially, no,

because you're a material witness of mine.

( chuckles )

It's so cute when guys hide behind rules.

But we both know that I'm not exactly

the kind of girl to bring home to Mom.

Cookie, you're-you're... a nice girl.

( elevator bell dings )

( chuckles )

It's okay.

Really.

But if you ever wanted to get together

for, like, coffee,

my real name's Sara.

Sara Piper.

Sara.

Congratulations.

You bagged the porn king, his lawyer and the killer.

Not a bad week's work.

I guess it's not a good week for you, Rick,

unless you've arrested a police officer, huh?

It isn't my job to be liked.

Mission accomplished.

Look, my personal feelings may have clouded my judgment

on the Hazmat thing, I'll admit that.

Fair enough.

Here she is.

STETLER: You ready?

Yep.

Champagne's on ice.

Sounds great.

I'll wait in the car.

Nothing?

Well, the truth is that she hates champagne.

And you're telling me this because...?

I'm telling you this

because she deserves to be happy.

So have fun tonight.

Thank you.

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