CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Okay, come on.

Let's go. Come on. Don't fail me.

Come on, baby. I'm feeling this one.

Don't fail me. Don't you let me down.

Come on, now. All right! Black 22.

If this happens, I'm buying you a shot, man.

Come on.

No more bets.

Yes!

Black 22.

All right.

Yeah.

Give me my money.

Oh, my.

Let's cash out.

Why? I, uh... I thought we were going

to take some risks tonight. Come on.

I want to go dancing.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Okay. As long as it's lap dancing.

What has gotten into you?

Hey, buddy, when you get a chance,

can I get a couple more of these martinis?

One with an olive, one with a twist.

Thank you.

Why don't we, um...

take those up to the room?

'Cause I'm feeling a little...

: Frisky.

Do you know them?

: No.

How frisky do you feel?

Hmm?

I'll try anything once.

Really?

Housekeeping coming in.

Her throat's been slit

by what appears to have been

a very sharp implement.

The room is completely stripped...

no bedding, no sheets.

No towels, either.

Someone took a few souvenirs.

I'll check the surveillance tapes.

Alice Dominguez.

She wasn't robbed.

It's not her room, either.

It was registered under the name Parker.

Wedding ring.

Where's the husband?

I think your cell phone's vibrating.

You heard that?

Mm-hmm.

You're back.

Huh?

There's two reasons why people get murdered in a casino.

Sex or money.

Well, on the money side, the room was booked yesterday

under a stolen credit card belonging to a Mrs. Parker.

She's a 75-year-old living alone in Henderson.

As far as sex goes, well, I want to be a believer.

Room closest to the exit.

Imagine that.

Quick escape. Murder central.

Security cameras?

Not in the hallway.

Only in the elevator. We're on it.

Take the exit.

I'll take the money trail.

And I'll, uh... go door-to-door.

This is very weird.

Yeah, usually when someone gets their throat cut,

it's from behind.

Yeah, and it starts there, ends there.

It's not very deep.

No ligature marks.

No defensive wounds.

I think whoever did this was sitting in that chair.

She sat there and allowed someone to slit her throat?

Hey, girl.

Hi.

What you got?

Not much.

Mrs. Dominguez checked in with her husband yesterday.

Room 859.

859? That's, like, two floors away

from where she was found dead.

Anybody heard from the husband yet?

He's MIA, but he left a gambling paper trail.

Really?

I have a signature and a thumbprint

from where Mr. Dominguez signed

a $5,000 cash-advance check.

Cash advance, huh?

It was cash advance on a credit card.

It's not cheap.

It's, like, $90 every thousand.

That's a rip-off.

Not if you're desperate.

He must have had a bad night.

Yeah, and Mrs. Dominguez had a worse night.

You know, nobody's checked their suite yet.

Would you care to join me?

Let's do it.

I heard some voices raised, and a door slamming.

How many voices?

Two.

No, wait. Uh... maybe it was three.

Definitely a man and a woman.

What were they saying?

It was hard to tell.

You know, the walls in these joints are pretty thick.

They were definitely arguing about something.

Did you get a look at them?

Just through the spy hole.

What was that?

Why would you put me in that situation?

I didn't put you in that position with...

What time was that?

10:35.

10:35?

You seem to be pretty sure about that.

Well, I-I had just ordered a pay-per-view movie,

and it was just about to begin.

Oh, yeah? Which one was that?

Arma-get-it-on.

You mean, Armageddon?

No. Arma-get-it-on.

Oh.

Good movie?

Worked for me.

Hey, guys.

How you doing?

I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and I'm...

Nick Stokes?

Yeah.

What's up?

It's Kenny!

Kenny Richmond.

Rebel baseball.

Played backup catcher.

Kenny. Yeah!

Hi, Kenny! Yeah!

How you doing, man? How you doing?

Good to see you.

Good to see you! Look at you, man.

Yeah. Yeah.

What are you doing here? You a cop now?

Crime Scene Investigator.

I'm on a case.

Crime Scene? Rock on, man.

You're here on the tenth floor thing, right?

Right.

Yeah. I heard about that, man.

Everybody's talking about it.

Somebody, uh,

bashed some chick's brains in, I think, right?

Yeah, actually, uh, she had her throat slit,

and bled out all over the room.

I'll know more when I check the surveillance camera.

Well, what are you doing down here?

Uh, I'm just checking possible escape routes.

She was murdered in the room closest to the exit.

Murder central.

Murder central, huh?

Cool.

Cut began at the right carotid,

severed the artery and the jugular vein,

and terminated at the trachea.

It's not as deep as I would expect

for this kind of crime.

He sliced her gently?

Well, yeah.

Oftentimes, the only thing intact

is the spinal column.

This did the job and nothing more.

And what did the tox report give us?

Alcohol count

was .20.

Double the legal limit.

No limit to Mrs. Dominguez.

Blood work showed heavy traces of MDMA.

Ecstasy? And alcohol?

Party mix.

Yeah, it might have made her docile.