CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Okay, folks.

Ball is on the wheel.

This is the last call for betting.

We have a winner!

Are you getting this?

Huh?

Blue plaid shirt, past posting

chocolate chips at table R49?

We gotta shut him down.

Round and round she goes,

where she stops, nobody knows.

Sir, can I help you?

Sorry, yes.

You can help me.

You have change for a penny?

This is Federal, sir.

It's a bomb.

I know it's not my jurisdiction, but it is my casino.

I'm on the next plane.

Hey.

Oh, great.

All right, all hands on deck on this one.

Blast circumference roughly 18 by 12.

We got three dead and several dozen injured.

So, let's-let's get on it.

All right, I'll look for bomb parts.

I'll shoot the overalls.

Henry and I will document the detonation blast area.

I'll measure, you photo.

So, uh, I know

you're applying for the directorship.

Oh. Stage doesn't get any bigger than this, Sara.

You want this case?

Good.

It's yours.

I know this is gonna sound insensitive,

but don't you think a bomber wearing a vest

would've taken out way more people than this?

Yeah.

So, what, faulty bomb?

You put a vest on like that in a public place,

I gotta think that you're planning on taking

as many people with you as possible.

Yeah.

So, what do you think?

First blush.

Terrorism.

Why do you say that?

Vegas is terrified.

OFFICER (whispering): Let's go to the bow.

Sir?

Harbor Patrol.

I'm Officer Scinta.

These men are from San Diego PD.

I have orders to remove all trespassers.

Please show me your hands.

I'm gonna give you about two seconds to turn around,

or I'm gonna consider you a threat

and shoot you right here on this boat.

Shark fins.

Looks like somebody jumped a shark.

Well, you got here fast.

FBI has its perks.

How many dead?

Three. A lot are injured.

We don't have a count.

Anyway, she's one of ours.

Her name is Romina Gonzalez.

I saw the surveillance video.

You want to talk to her now.

She was the last person to speak to the bomber

before he self-detonated.

Romina, hang in there, honey.

Mrs. Gonzalez,

I'm Catherine Willows, Special Agent with the FBI.

I wasn't even supposed to work today.

I just needed the money.

I just need to ask...

can you recall your conversation you had

with the bomber?

Are those your kids?

Ah, yeah.

Those are my babies. Oh, cute.

Cubano cigars...

50 bucks a stick, right?

Could you come with me to the cage?

I just need to cash in a few chips first.

Sure.

So, he was listening to someone

on the other end of an earpiece?

All right, check the fentanyl?

Yeah.

Tourniquet still in place? FIREMAN 2: It is.

My daughters' names...

are Helena and Maria.

All right.

B.P.'s dropping.

Doctor, we need some help over here.

Romina?

Ma'am, please step back.

Start compressions.

Go ahead to the hospital, prepare for arrival.

Let's start a line.

FBI Special Agent Willows.

I've been authorized by the L.A. Bureau

to take over this bomb sight.

Sara!

Catherine, hey.

I am so sorry. Hey.

What a mess.

Just got in from L.A. I saw the footage on the news.

How can I help?

Well, I'm not exactly sure.

It's a conflict of interest.

Legally, I'm the owner of the Eclipse.

This building and everything in it is my responsibility.

Of course, yes. Yes, it is.

But... you and I both know you can't be in here.

Three of my employees are dead.

What am I supposed to do?

Wait in the hospitality suite?

Look, Sara...

I'm not here to cause trouble,

but I'm also not here to sit on the sidelines.

And as long as there are bodies

on the floor of my father's casino,

I need to continue to work this case.

Okay?

Okay.

I ran your name.

Says you used to run the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

Long time ago. Do you mind telling me

why you're unlawfully on this vessel?

Well, see, that's my boat over there.

The poacher who owns this boat has violated.

Fish and Game Code 8599, which states:

"It is unlawful to slice the dorsal fin

"off a Carcharodon Carcharias

unless you bring the whole carcass ashore."

But white sharks can only be taken

for scientific or educational purposes under permit.

This boat has no permit.

My job is to confiscate the evidence,

document it and prepare it

for international and/or domestic court.

I had to ask.

So, now you're what, a CSI at sea?

Kind of.

Shark fin soup is bad.

It's worth getting arrested for.

Bastard lied about needing to get money from the cage.

He lured Romina over after he found out she had children.

Pretty cruel.

Whew.

I'm good here.

Just release everything back to Sara.

As far as this piece of work...

Just grab his photo and run it through NCIC, BICTOF,

local DMV... I want a name.

Would you have assumed this if I was a nun

or a Hasidic Jew?

They also cover themselves based on religious belief.

Considering what your husband did, Mrs. Karmimi, I would.

Hijab or no hijab,

terrorism is not a stretch

if you're on my side of the law.

My husband converted to Islam

because we fell in love, Mrs. Sidle.

I came to America

so that I could live free as a woman.

Here, women have a chance to live and to love

without being stoned to death.

To you, he's a criminal.

But to me, he was a husband.

He was my salvation.

Sorry.

Um, I-I didn't mean to offend you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

That does not forgive what he did to those people.

I know.

Mrs. Karmimi, help me.

If not terrorism...

then why would your husband

strap a bomb to his body and do that?

I don't know.

My husband is not a terrorist.

If anything, he had a gambling problem.

I took him to our Imam to speak to him at the mosque.

I even took him to therapy.

Therapy for his addiction?

Yes.

He was doing well for a while.

But then, the therapist of his,

she unexpectedly quit her practice.

And then he just spiraled.

What the hell is that?

Hey, you garbage men find anything gold and square,