CSI: Vegas

[Requiem in D Minor by Mozart playing]

You know, this whole time with Grace,

I've mostly been working from home.

But now that I'm gonna stick around, I had an idea

about where I'm going to hang my hat.

Okay, so if this your way

of trying to get a piece of my office...

No. I was thinking something...

a little cozier.

You want a locker near Penny's.

Just a place to stash my kit.

And...

maybe get in her ear a little bit.

You two do get along, don't you?

She reminds me of someone.

I love that.

You know, back when I was coaching,

I used to pair the freshmen with the seniors and just...

watch them grow.

Senior?

Okay.

Careful.

You know, just yesterday I taught Penny and Beau

how to make queso with a blowtorch.

You ask me, they're already getting quality mentorship.

You do have a murder

that needs to be investigated, don't you, Joshua?

I'm going.

Allie! I didn't think I'd see you here.

You've got your level 3 exam on Friday, don't you?

I thought you'd be, uh, taking a few days off to cram.

Indeed, it would be wise to do so, Mr. Folsom.

But the untimely demise

of Lady Fanny Prince is not a matter

that will resolve itself.

I'm sorry, did we just step through a portal to 1812?

That's Lady who now?

Don't worry about it. Her real name is Shelby Winslow.

She's part of a little festival up at the hotel there.

Regency Romantics Weekend.

There's a few dozen other ladies and gentlemen

dudded up in the ballroom. Looks like a hoot.

Well, not anymore. May I?

Jack released the body. Go for it.

What happened?

What, she get Alexander Hamilton-ed in a duel?

No, footprints show her running for her life,

all the way from inside. She must have slipped

and the killer caught up.

I'm shocked she made it this far.

It's really hard to sprint in a corset.

Well.

Any witnesses?

Not exactly. The groundskeeper heard the gunshot.

Actually, he was the one who called it in.

Any chance he's our Aaron Burr?

No, his hands tested negative for GSR.

And he wears size 14s.

These prints are ten and a half.

I'll tell you what else doesn't fit. How is her head

still in one piece? I mean, that caliber...

serious business.

Yeah, and look.

There's no exit wound, either.

Huh.

Well, how up to date do you think

our ballistics lab is on musket balls?

I know it sounds weird, but, I mean,

w.. what else explains what we're looking at here?

I suppose.

Hmm, smaller powder load,

less velocity, unrifled barrel?

Maybe a flintlock?

He would have had to have been close.

I think he was really close.

Short and coarse.

Pretty sure she yanked this out of somebody's beard.

Nicely done, Lady Fanny. She put up a fight.

So up close and personal.

I wonder if they knew each other.

This is weird. Uh...

I think there's some sort of chemical interference.

The mold isn't setting properly.

Smells like chlorine bleach.

Huh. Well, who takes the time to bleach

their crime scene but doesn't rake over his footprints?

I don't think he brought it down here to clean up.

He might have tracked it with him.

I hear the other scene is saturated with the stuff.

There's another crime scene? Hmm.. and another victim.

Cops are keeping the whole place locked down.

Chavez took Beau up there to get started.

If you can help Penny,

I'm gonna go take a look myself.

All right, well, keep an eye out

for any gentlemen who's missing a chunk of beard.

Tell me, CSI Rajan,

what items need to be impounded separately

from other items as evidence?

Don't tell me Folsom's roped you

into playing University Challenge, too.

I'm going to assume that's, like, a crappy British Jeopardy!

For what it's worth, I told him

if anyone's got that test handled, it's you.

Hmm. Thank you.

It's nice of you to help.

It's all Josh.

You know him: he's invested.

Okay.

Meet Clarence Mosley. 37, Libra, organ donor.

In town from Santa Fe.

Huh. According to his driver's license photo,

the hole in his head is new.

Dinner was being served next door, this place was empty.

Nobody heard a thing, apparently.

It's consistent with the wound on our other victim.

So, the tread of these shoes

is identical to the footprints we found in the sand trap.

Same triggerman? Mm-hmm.

And I'm pretty sure they struck here first.

What makes you think that?

Well, there's no trace of dirt or sand.

They would have tracked it with them.

Yeah, biggest regret of my life was

buying my kids a sandbox. You wouldn't believe

where you find that stuff.

Guys.

You're gonna want to see this.

Murder in black and white.

But not the murderer.

They say a picture's worth a thousand words.

Mm, but this one isn't saying enough.

Hey. Hey, Max.

How you do...

Hang on a... hang on a sec.

You ever see little powder marks like this?

Yeah, but only once.

Same marks are on the lady I just pulled

out of the sand trap. What kind of gun leaves those?

Maybe one with a damaged barrel.

Allie was hoping we'd get some ideas, but all you can

really see is the murderous bulge behind the curtain.

"A murderous bulge," that's probably something

we don't want to say again, huh?

One other thing.

There's this crusty schmutz around the bullet hole.

Schmutz?

It's a technical term.

It looks organic.

Gonna be curious to see what GCMS has to say about this.

Wait, you think the murder weapon left that?

Yeah, I got to think so, right?

Maybe the muzzle of the gun

left that trace there before the trigger was pulled.

If the killer was shooting blind,

I wonder if he even knew that Shelby was in there.

You think Clarence was the main target?

I don't know.

It might explain how she had all that time to run

all the way down to the 17th fairway.

Right? Wonder what the motive was...

somebody cut in line for rum punch?

A croquet rivalry gone too far?

Okay, we got two dead bodies and a conference full of suspects.

All right, time to start swabbing for GSR.

How dare you, madam.

Implying I'm a suspect.

It's an affront to my good name.

Mrs. Perlmutter, we're actually

trying to exclude you as a suspect.

This is an absurd inconvenience.

I still have a conference to organize, you know.

So Prudence Perlmutter is your real name?

Of course.

Why would I adopt a false identity?

Shelby Winslow,

she was going as Lady Fanny Prince.

Shelby never had the proper respect for the classics.

She preferred those déclassé bodice-rippers

to Jane's exquisite prose.

Brontës were more my jam.

Everybody's got their thing, right?

Regency Romantics Weekend used to be

a refined appreciation of a bygone era.

And what is it now?

It's been usurped by young people

indulging in their tawdry fantasies.

Like Shelby and that debauched rake,

Clarence Mosley.

Too much flirting for you?

If only it were limited to flirtation.

Shelby Winslow was married.

Clarence knew and didn't give a damn.

You ought to talk to Mr. Winslow.

The cuckolded husband.

Certainly seems like a prime suspect to me, Inspector.

It's detective.