CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Oh my God, that one guy

kept coming up behind me and smelling my hair.

What was with all the short guys?

He was like, five feet tall.

I know, he came up to... there.

Aw! There's not a decent guy in there.

The one who kept grabbing my ass--

total reject from the Jersey Shore.

At least he wasn't dragging around an oxygen tank.

See the way he's looking at her?

It's like she's the only girl in the world.

I want that.

Where are all the good men?

Step back, please. Step back.

Smell that?

Alcohol.

Maybe this guy had a few too many and fell off his balcony.

Well, the back of his skull is completely obliterated.

Unfortunately, that won't help us determine how far he fell.

These injuries could have occurred

if he fell five stories or 20.

It all happened so fast.

It's like the guy just fell out of the sky.

What are you looking at?

Oh, I'm sorry. You got something in your, uh...

I do?

Yeah, it's okay.

Don't move.

Ew.

What is it?

Just a little piece of brains.

You always said you were looking for a guy with brains.

I'm sorry. I make jokes when I'm nervous.

That's all right. Just a couple more questions.

Did you girls hear anything before he hit the ground?

Any yelling? Screaming?

No.

I was just looking for a nice guy.

One with a pulse.

Maybe a badge?

Sorry... I flirt when I'm nervous, too.

Thank you.

Victim is Brad Malone; guest at the hotel.

Bad couple of days.

He was down over 100 grand.

Another $50,000 in unpaid markers.

You got all of that for a hug?

Jerry? He used to work for my father.

So he just handed over the casino's financials?

Come on. How well do you know this guy?

It's really not what you're thinking.

When Sam died, he... left me a little piece of the Eclipse.

How little?

It's really no big deal.

Then why haven't you said anything?

I don't want everyone to know.

So now I'm "everyone"?

Let's just... talk about this some other time.

Victim is Brad Malone. He was in suite 730.

Lost his shirt at the casino.

And apparently his pants.

It could be a jumper.

Vegas is the suicide capital of America.

Come to gamble, see a show,

kiss your life goodbye.

Jumper's name's Brad Malone. Checked in four days ago.

Divorced twice. No kids.

And he was about to file for bankruptcy.

Not a lot to live for.

Hmm-mm.

Clothes neatly folded.

Phone and wallet on the nightstand.

Everything in its place.

Consistent with suicide.

You get your life in order before you end it.

There's no suicide note.

Nah. They don't typically leave one.

Got a few recent e-mails.

Past due notices.

Offerings of joy?

No. No signs of sexual activity.

Looks like he spent his last night alone.

Door's locked.

Latching mechanism only operates from the inside.

If he jumped off his balcony,

how'd he lock the door behind him?

Well, maybe he didn't jump, maybe he was pushed.

Which means... he wasn't alone.

I'll check it for prints. Yeah.

We got a print.

Okay, we have a double homicide.

Landlord I.D.'d the bodies as Lance and Denise Irwin.

Their home was foreclosed on four months ago,

so they had to move here.

Talk about a step down. Yeah.

- Who called it in? - She did.

The 911 operator said all she could get out was,

"Help me, help me," and then there was no response.

Huh. No blood on the phone.

Lots of cast-off, though.

On the couch, the lamp, the ceiling...

Did you see what happened?

If you tell us, I'll give you a cracker.

Well, if he did see anything, he's not talking.

So we contacted Animal Control for the parrot.

You know, it's a first floor unit.

The window was open, the screen was ripped,

so that's probably how the killer got in.

Where's the husband?

The husband is in the bathroom.

What's going on? They dead?

Can somebody get this guy out of here? Take his information?

We'll be with you in a minute, sir.

Let's go.

Don't push! I'm goin', okay?

Whew.

Slight discoloration of his extremities.

Lividity is just setting in.

The Irwins were killed less than an hour ago.

Can't tell if he was stabbed, too.

Nasty head wound, though.

Possible broken nose, too.

So, Mr. Irwin was probably getting ready to go to work.

He works the 7:00 a.m. shift at the gas station at the corner.

Looks like Mrs. Irwin was making him breakfast.

An omelette. Maybe a frittata.

Oh, how Continental. Lucky guy.

Check out the family photo.

Matching outfits.

There is something very wrong with that.

What? That is a nice family photo.

Still wrong.

I don't see the cat.

Probably took off.

Okay, so the killer came through the window

and surprised Mrs. Irwin, right?

Killer hears the husband getting out of the shower.

Goes to take care of him.

Hey, uh, guys?

Cash and credit cards are still here.

You know, come to think of it,

parrots like these are worth thousands of dollars.

More, if they can talk.

I don't think this is a robbery.

Well, maybe they were targeted.

I'll go talk to the landlord.

See if anybody had a problem with the Irwins.

Hey, David. Hey.

I am so sorry I'm late. It's been one of those days.

They're not going anywhere.

What is the deal with glass tables today?

The print on the balcony door belongs to Malone.

There's only one set of shoe prints out here.

Size 10, same size as Mr. Malone.

If he was pushed from this balcony,

there'd be evidence of his attacker out here

and there doesn't appear to be any.

Maybe he was pushed from somewhere else?

Look where the body landed.

The body's not directly below this balcony.

It's under the one next door.

Suite next door is registered to

a Stacy Cano and a Dana Carlston, from Ohio.

No connection to the victim that we know of.

Drop of blood.

LVPD! Open up!

Got a blood trail.

Hey...

Here you go. Drink this.

Thank you.

You've got some minor bruising, but no open wounds.

And it appears that the blood that you were both covered in

doesn't belong to either of you.

Who does it belong to then?

We were hoping you could tell us.

Do you recognize this man?

No, I don't think so.

We think he might have been in your hotel room last night.

You don't remember?

We had a lot to drink.

Everything's a little hazy.

Do you think that this is his blood?

What happened to him?

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna be sick again.

An officer's going to come by and take you both to the hospital, get you checked out.

But we're still going to need to ask you some more questions.

Okay?

Okay.

The victim suffered a fractured skull

and intercranial bleed.

Rendered him unconscious.

So the killer attacked him in the shower

and smashed his head against the wall.

And he drowned.

Drowned?!

We didn't find any water in the tub.

You know, it's possible to drown in an inch of water.

Victim was unconscious. Couldn't lift his head up.