CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Whoo! Yeah!

Unbelieveable!

All X's, baby.

All X's all the time.

I'll tell you what, he is a cocky young man,

that Kevin "X-Man" Chatts.

Look at him out there playing to the camera.

What an ego, huh?

Yeah. I'll tell you though...

Look at this. Oh, man.

The crowd's loving it.

The fans love him.

Chevy Cigs has always had his number though.

They've met 12 times on tour--

Chevy has 12 trophies.

X has zero.

Well, Chevy needs to clear the rack here,

he'll make it 13. All right.

Here's the determination.

This is the closest

they've ever been. Here it goes.

Oh.

Oh, my goodness! Hah! Yeah!

That's right, the X's are all mine!

Seven-ten split. The dreaded field goal.

How many times has this been done, J.T., in history?

Three times.

Only three times.

Three times, national TV.

Chevy Cigs has got to pick them both up

to make this a win for him.

If not, X-Man wins

and becomes the new champion.

Oh, my God!

(crowd gasping, screaming)

This head used to be attached to the body Ronald Tobin.

He works here at the rental desk.

That's his girlfriend over there.

She works here, too.

Cocktail waitress.

Understandably in shock.

What do you mean you don't know

when the match is gonna resume?

I'm going back to Omaha tomorrow.

It's my son's birthday. I'm sorry,

there's nothing I can do.

You got to be kidding me.

Hey, can you speed this up?

I was beating this guy straight up!

You haven't won anything yet, kid.

We're not even letting him wash his hands.

Do you think we're going to let you bowl?

Look, I wasn't talking to you.

Hey, hey, hey. Come with me.

Let's go. Come on.

This isn't over yet. See you soon.

All right, that's it, I'm done.

Just make sure to give your contact info

before you leave.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You cannot touch that ball; it's evidence.

I've thrown with that ball for ten years.

It's my go-to ball.

You'll get it back.

Eventually.

Please follow me, sir.

Right this way.

When did bowling become so serious?

You know, it doesn't take

an expert to know, if the head came out the return,

it went in behind the lane.

Maybe that's where the rest of the vic is.

Yeah?

Yeah, I didn't find a body back here.

But I did find an empty bowling ball bag with blood in it.

Bag without a ball, head without a body.

At least we know what we're looking for.

¶ 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! ¶

Ok, we're done.

Man, this is more complicated than I thought.

You know, at the turn of the century,

this was all done by hand.

Really? Yeah.

Ten-year-old kids called pin boys would run around

clearing and resetting all the pins,

returning the balls to the bowlers.

Too bad they're not around anymore.

We might have some suspects.

Looks like the head rolled through there, huh?

Yeah, this is the tower section

of the ball return conveyor system.

The killer had to start there.

It's the only way in.

The head went into the pit...

...through the ball door.

Up the tower, under the lanes,

through the accelerator...

...and out the return.

You sure do know a lot about bowling.

Uh, mechanical engineering class in college.

We took a field trip to a bowling alley.

Every Saturday night, family league.

Yeah?

You any good?

I'm not bad.

Okay.

Photo, mark and sample.

I have the victim's vehicle registration.

I'm gonna go see if his car's in the parking lot.

Too bad the only surveillance

is at the register and front entrance, huh?

I knew that field trip would come in handy.

¶ ¶

LVPD. Out of the car.

Come on.

Hands, hands.

Let me see some hands.

Put them on the car.

Don't move.

What are you doing in there?

I was sleeping, man.

Do you know who this car belongs to?

Yeah, Ron Ron. He's been letting me crash here

till I got my own digs.

I know he's dead.

I'd seen his head come

rolling out of that thing and all that.

I'm still pretty wigged out about it.

But you're still sleeping in his car?

It's a lot more comfortable

than the concrete bedsprings I'm used to.

I'm homeless.

How do you know him?

We're from the same hood.

I've been down in the dumps,

and Ron Ron was helping me out, money-wise.

Even got me a stock boy gig over at the SSB.

Yeah, what's the SSB?

It's the Silver State Bowling Supply.

Duh.

What about all this bowling gear?

Wouldn't happen to be stolen, would it?

Man, I don't know donkey about bowling.

That's Ron Ron's thing.

You just told me you work at the bowling supply company.

I just started there.

And like I said, that's Ron Ron's thing.

Yeah, so is this car. You're moving out today, buddy.

Get out of there. Come on.

Man, what are y'all doing up so early?

Get out of there.

Carla always swore she was innocent.

And you believed her?

As a Public Defender, I believe

she was innocent until proven guilty.

Well, based on what's here,

that shouldn't be a problem.

But looking at it, 13 months ago,

Carla York and her husband James

got into a heated argument,

which got a little more heated.

Carla and James had a pretty volatile relationship.

He liked to play around, there were allegations of affairs,

they fought all the time.

And Carla had served on the National Guard.

So, she was trained to shoot.

The revolver was found in the bushes-- a .38.

It was registered to the husband.

It was usually kept in the master bedroom nightstand.

This was confirmed by Ferrotrace.

Bullets matched the gun.

Now, what was your defense?

The usual.

Ah. Attack the evidence.

There was no GSR on the wife.

Day shift found the shower still wet,

so she obviously cleaned up.

She was heavily intoxicated-- BAC 0.18.

She claims she didn't remember anything that night.

How many innocent clients have you heard that from?

She had no history of violence.

Well, a lot of domestic murderers don't.

According to the police report,

the sister named Hannah was staying with them.

Then she heard the shot,

found the body, called 911.

Was the sister ever a suspect?

Unfortunately, no.

She'd been on a date earlier that evening,

with a movie ticket stub to prove it.

Taxi dropped her off at the house.

Cabbie confirmed angry voices inside.