CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

CSI Finlay,

I'm Sergeant Warner.

Don't worry, we're gonna get you out of here.

We're pretty good at this.

I'm gonna stick this through,

and I want you to grab it,

and aim it under your seat towards the bottom, okay?

You're doing great. Perfect.

Looks like C-4.

Yeah, the detonator

is wired to the vehicle's security system.

We can't break the windows; We can't open the doors.

But if we stop the clock, we stop the bomb.

Okay, we have 13 minutes.

Let's do this. Hard drive's on its way.

Copy that. I got it.

Let me guess, the...

clock's connected to the car's computer.

We give it a new brain... maybe I get to keep mine.

That's the plan.

Do me a favor, pop the hood.

Russell.

Hello, Mr. Russell.

I hope you understand you only have yourself to blame

for what's happening right now.

Hold on a sec. Who is this?

I would think in the last three days

I've made myself clear.

In fact, if you answer this simple question,

you can save CSI Finlay's life.

Who am I?

I'm not playing this game.

Wrong answer.

The clock's changed! It's down to one minute!

Control, we got a problem.

You need to extract. Now.

Extract? But, sir...

- That's an order. - Go!

You did everything that you could. Go!

No, no, no, no. Why are you pulling back?

What the hell are you doing? You can't just leave her out there.

- There's no time. - Do something else, man!

She's gonna die!

She's already dead.

It's me. Yes?

Are you ready to be reasonable?

One last chance.

CSI Finlay's life is in your hands.

Answer the question.

Who am I?

I feel like I'm back in high school.

You know, when we were working together in Seattle,

I didn't think you were that into me.

I wasn't.

Detective Daniel Shaw is now...

Daniel Shaw, P.I.

How'd that happen?

Well, you left the job.

I was fired, remember?

Yeah, by your buddy Russell.

And now you're here in Las Vegas working with him, together.

There's got to be a story there.

You first.

What do you mean?

Well, we just happen to run into each other in LVPD?

What brings you to Vegas?

Would you believe me if I said it was you?

No. You're not that good a liar.

Man needs you. Always has.

You're gonna need to get another ride back to the hotel.

Hey, I don't think I was, uh...

running late.

You didn't have to process the whole crime scene yourself.

I would've helped. Where's the body?

Well, that's a good question.

The body's been removed.

Yeah, problem is, I didn't process this.

Killer did.

I've seen this before.

We'veseen this before.

In Seattle.

What are you guys talking about?

Jared Briscoe, the Gig Harbor Killer.

He murdered seven women, all of them college students.

Last three victims, he took the bodies,

left processed crime scenes for us to find.

His way of mocking us.

He was mocking me.

I was the one he wanted to laugh at.

But you got the last laugh, right?

- I mean, you caught him. - Yeah.

He's on death row.

Just lost his last appeal.

Scheduled to be executed next week.

So, what?

You think someone's

decided to pick up where your boy left off?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You got yourselves the wrong man. I mean,

that's what you want me to say, right, so that you can

beat a confession out of me?

It's not gonna happen.

Because...

I am your man.

You got me.

Just like the newspapers say, I am the Gig Harbor Killer.

You sound proud of yourself, Jared.

Proud? Nah.

I just did what I do... some things

- are just in your nature. - Does that include

playing at being a CSI?

Processing your own crime scenes?

That was me just having a little fun with my friend, Mr. Russell.

Right down to stalking his daughter?

How is Maya?

Those last three girls you killed,

where are their bodies?

'Cause the families want closure, right?

But... this ain't the movies.

And, trust me, they do not want to see them now.

But maybe someone else does.

: Is that what you want?

Reliving the past?

Unfortunately.

Well, unfortunately, I just got a call

from the Washington State Department of Corrections.

Apparently, you're still loved up there,

enough to pull strings to get Jared Briscoe

transferred down here for an interview?

I didn't mean to go around you, Conrad.

No, you didn't. You just ran right over me.

You're pissed. I'm sorry.

No, it's more than that... I'm worried.

You're supposed to be the cool head around here.

That's why I hired you.

Conrad, I need to talk to Briscoe face-to-face

so I can understand what's going on here in Vegas.

You mean a copycat.

Yeah, I do.

All right, D.B.,

look, I know what happened in Seattle.

I know Briscoe started to follow his exploits in the news,

started to focus on you, the lead investigator,

even to the point where he stalked Maya.

Yeah, and that was a mistake.

Well, don't make one of your own

by opening up old wounds.

I already lost one friend to ghosts of the past;

I don't need to lose another.

How is Jim?

Ellie Brass is facing a fight.

I don't think either of them can win, but...

he says he's not gonna leave her.

Even if that means leaving us.

I need to do this.

Wow.

Certainly lives up to billing.

Uh-huh.

I saw Finn outside; She said you could use a hand here.

I haven't had a chance to work any of the blood pools yet.

Oh, well, I'm on it.

You know, this guy really did our jobs for us.

He marked all the evidence.

Including the murder weapon, a fisherman's gaff.

You don't see that much.

Yeah, especially not in the desert.

Even dusted it for fingerprints.

Killer leave us one?

- No, ma'am. - You know,

Finn's right... based on the volume of blood

and this arterial spray,

our missing victim definitely died here.

Sara.

Yeah?

Digital recorder?

Yeah, just like the ones we use.

Dusted it for prints, as well.

Hit "play."

I'm standing facing south.

Spatter indicates castoff consistent

with blunt force trauma.

Murder weapon: A 28-inch fisherman's gaff.

Turning back toward the center of the room, I follow

the gravitational drops to the primary blood pool.

First blush, I'd say our killer played cat and mouse

with his prey, until he finally gave her the hook,

finishing her.

First blush, of course.