CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Oh, my god, you're killing me.

Don't worry, Roc, we're still in good shape.

We're only two back (quietly): Ah, man.

Of Waldorf now, and that Nagano kid's totally in the tank.

We can still do this.

Ho.

I mean, you can still do it, Roc.

That's what I meant.

Pards, if that's our ball,

We're definitely going to need a ruling.

Gary, Rocco's dead in here,

But I got to tell you, I don't think he's the only one.

Robbins: So, the guy says it was an accident.

That he didn't mean to kill his wife.

The golf ball just hit her in the head.

So the detective says, "well, the coroner also found

A golf ball lodged up against her rectum."

And the guy says...

"Yeah, that was my mulligan."

You've heard it before.

It's an old one.

Well, this is new.

Dead man in a golf cart.

Medium caliber bullet hole

Right side of the throat.

Maybe a nine millimeter or a .38.

And no exit wound.

The blood's reddish brown.

Deoxygenated. That's right.

Bullet hit his jugular.

He's in full rigor.

T.O.D.'s ten to 12 hours ago.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Uh...

He was dead before my ball got there, wasn't he?

Well, so far, it seems that way.

But don't leave town.

Officer: Sir, you have to stay behind the tape.

Robbins: Sorry, Cath, no I.D.

Oh, the club official told me

That his name is Russell Huntley.

He's a member, so he's out here often.

Apparently he used to be a pro.

This is his own personal cart.

This club head cover's saturated in blood.

The victim probably grabbed

Whatever was within his reach,

And tried to staunch the bleeding.

But this soft, porous fabric

Probably acted more like a sponge.

So we've got a club head cover, but no clubs.

A little overdressed for night putting.

What have you got, Catherine?

It's a dead end.

The golf cart tracks end

On the main path, which means it could have come from

Practically anywhere on the course.

Which also means we don't know the primary crime scene.

That's right.

I guess we'll just have to play it where it lies.

Yeah.

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1: Yesterday this kid comes out of nowhere, fires a 61.

Man 2: Well, Gary, after a disastrous opening nine-- 41--

Nagano in trouble again here at the 11th.

Gary: I don't think that break in the action helped him at all.

I mean, not that it would.

He's been all over the place... Mrs. Huntley?

Not since we divorced.

Michelle Nagano.

How do you do?

I'm Detective Jim Brass, Las Vegas Police.

I have to ask you a few questions.

I'm sorry for your loss.

No one mentioned that you were Russell's ex-wife.

Our family's been coming to this club for so long,

People just assume.

It doesn't matter. I see.

Man 2: Nagano in trouble again here at the 11th.

After hitting it all over this hole,

He's got a four and a half footer downhill for bogey.

But this is the only part

Of his game that's been any good today.

: Oh... Oh, boy.

This is not for the faint of heart.

So that's your son

In the tournament?

I'm his stepmother.

He's Russell's son.

But with your last name. That's curious.

It was his decision.

I raised him. Oh.

So, when was the last time you saw Russell?

Last night, after the first round.

Man (tapping glass): Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please.

Maestro.

Duffy would like to say a few words.

Thanks, Gary.

Here's to Danny Nagano, the new course record holder.

Enjoy the night, kid,

Because tomorrow I'm gonna be gunning for you.

Are you going to stand for that, Danny?

Danny?

It's one round.

You didn't win the tournament.

No, you shot one round. What's the matter?

Can't you stand the fact

That your son beat your old record, huh?

Don't take that tone with me. No. You go home.

You are drunk.

Go home before you embarrass yourself any more than you have.

Hey, try to remember what this game is really about. Go.

Don't worry. Shake it off.

If you'll excuse me,

I have funeral arrangements to make.

I understand. Thank you.

Phillips: I couldn't find the bullet,

And with no exit wound, I don't think he was shot.

Take a look.

Well, if that's the case,

This wound might indicate sharp-force trauma.

There's a fragment of something.

Black plastic maybe?

With something else embedded in it?

Huh.

Got a sportsbook ticket from the eclipse.

Thank you.

If he picked a winner,

Is the casino obligated to pay his next of kin?

Yes. I'll I.D. that.

And you can I.D. this.

So, find out what's on his shoes.

Oh, is that all?

We don't have a primary crime scene.

We need to know where he was.

: I'm thinking a golf course.

: Hi-oh!

Willows: David!

Well, this ought to keep Hodges busy for a while.

So, uh, Dr. Ray? Yes?

What's your handicap?

I don't golf.

I thought all doctors played golf.

Maybe only the rich ones.

Oh, come on now.

That's not true.

Anybody can play golf.

There's plenty of public golf courses.

Sidle: Sure there are.

Langston: Mark Twain referred to golf

As "a good walk spoiled."

Well, it can be, if you don't stay in bounds, believe me.

This medium-velocity spatter

I've got on the roof here looks like it could be cast-off.

Was there any evidence of a passenger at the crash site?

Langston: No, but these things aren't exactly race cars.

It wouldn't be hard to jump out of one

While it was moving.

Which puts up back to, where is the primary? Right.

Hey, the balls in this shag bag are Jupiter PTXS,

But the ones in the front rack are Fuschidas.

That's fascinating.

Different balls are designed

With different playing characteristics.

Some hit the green and stop dead;

Others have a harder core for the long game.

You know, each one is unique, Sara.

Oh, just like snowflakes.

Exactly. I think nick's point is

Two different types of balls suggest two different players?

Possibly.

Hang in there, Danny.

If there's anything I can do, you let me know, yeah?

Thanks, Jonathan. Take care, man.

Brass: Mr. Nagano, can I talk to you?

I'm Detective Jim Brass, Las Vegas Police.

I need to ask you a few questions.

Do we have to do this now, detective? I'm afraid so.

Yeah, today's been kind of rough.

Well, been really rough for his dad.

He'll meet you in the clubhouse, okay?

Don't forget to sign your card, kiddo.

Thanks a lot.

Sorry about this, but I got to ask you,

When was the last time you saw your father?

Last night.

There was a party in the clubhouse.

Your stepmother mentioned that.

You broke his course record.

Well, that must have been tricky.

I mean, he was a competitive guy, right?

How did he feel about that?