FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS LAS VEGAS CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
(Camera pulls back from the city.)
[EXT. BOULDER HIGHWAY -- NIGHT]
(Parked along the stretch of empty road, officer car lights flash. Brass and Grissom walk toward the abandoned car where Sofia Curtis is examining the possible crime scene.)
Brass: (to Grissom) Bolo out on the vehicle. Missing persons: Lori Kyman. Husband said she went out with some girlfriends earlier this evening, and never came home.
Sofia Curtis: F-O-S.
Grissom: What's an F-O-S?
Sofia Curtis: Friend of the sheriff. How else do you get listed as a missing person so quickly?
(Grissom tries the door handle.)
Grissom: Doors are locked. No key in the ignition. No sign of struggle or foul play.
Sofia Curtis: Flat tire. Couple of smudges. Okay, pop it.
(Sofia steps aside. The tech steps forward and pops the trunk open. It's empty.)
Sofia Curtis: So, she gets a flat. There's no gas station around. It's a Lexus, so there's no On-Star. She must have had some kind of emergency roadside service.
Brass: I ran her cell phone log. She made one call to her husband at 9:30. Said she was coming home at eleven; that's it.
Sofia Curtis: Maybe some good samaritan offered her a lift.
Grissom: Yeah, and evidently didn't take her where she wanted to go.
FADE TO END OF TEASER ROLL TITLE CREDITS
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
FADE IN.
[EXT. LAS VEGAS COMMUNITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. KYMAN RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM -- DAY]
(Sara and Brass interview Mark Kyman. Lori Kyman's best friend, Amy Maynard, is there carrying the baby, Joey.)
Mark Kyman: Lori hadn't gotten out much since Joey was born. She needed some time away from the baby, and from me.
Amy Maynard: Girls' night out. We've been best friends since high school.
Brass: Where'd you go?
Amy Maynard: The Top Floor.
(Brass and Sara turn to look at each other.)
Brass: That's right next to O'Shea's.
(He winks at her.)
(Sara gets it. She stands up.)
Sara: Amy, why don't you and I go into the other room?
Amy Maynard: Okay.
(They turn to leave. Mark looks at Amy.)
Mark Kyman: (to Amy) He's going to need his bottle soon.
Amy Maynard: I'll take care of it.
(Amy and Sara leave the room. Brass resumes the interview.)
Brass: So, Mark, you were home alone with the baby last night?
Mark Kyman: No. Uh, I, uh, I manage the steakhouse at the Tangiers. I got home around nine. My mother-in-law was taking care of Joey.
Brass: Your mother-in-law. I'll need to speak with her.
Mark Kyman: Yeah, she's on her way over.
MEANWHILE:
(Sara talks with Amy Maynard in the other room. Joey is playing with a teething toy and cooing.)
Amy Maynard: She's in love with her baby. She wouldn't go anywhere without him.
Sara: What about Mark?
Amy Maynard: Mark loves Lori. He would never hurt her.
Sara: When a wife disappears, it's protocol to look at the husband.
(Amy sighs.)
Amy Maynard: I promised I would never say anything. Before the baby was born, she suspected he was cheating. (Sara nods.) But then Joey came, and last night at the club, Lori said things were great.
Sara: Did anything unusual happen last night?
Amy Maynard: There was this one guy who kept moving in on Lori.
(Quick flashback to: [THE TOP FLOOR - BAR - NIGHT] Amy and Lori are sitting at the bar nursing their drinks when Brad Himmel walks up to Lori and starts talking with her.)
Brad Himmel: Hi. Could I ask you a question? It's critical.
Lori Kyman: Okay.
Brad Himmel: Am I your type?
Lori Kyman: I'm married.
Brad Himmel: Oh, yeah? Nice try. (He points to her bare ring finger on her left hand.) Ring.
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Amy Maynard: I think his name is Brad.
Sara: Does Lori always go out without a ring?
Amy Maynard: She had lost some weight. It was being resized.
[INT. KYMAN RESIDENCE -- LIVING ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
Brass: So, Lori calls you at 9:30 to check on the baby.
Mark Kyman: Yeah. Said she missed him. Said she was going to be home at eleven. I, uh, passed out on the couch waiting for her.
[SARA AND AMY]
Amy Maynard: We stopped drinking at ten. Left about an hour later.
Sara: What about the guy -- Brad?
Amy Maynard: He didn't get the hint.
(Quick flashback to: [EXT. TOP FLOOR - PARKING LOT - NIGHT] Lori closes her car door. Brad leans over the open window.)
Brad Himmel: Last chance.
(He steps away; Amy rolls her eyes and leaves.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Amy Maynard: He seemed harmless. Horny ... but harmless.
[BRASS AND MARK KYMAN]
Mark Kyman: I, uh, I woke up, must have been about 2:00. I called her on her cell. No answer. And then I called Amy. (He swallows.) And then I called you guys.
Brass: So, you haven't left the house since you got home last night?
Mark Kyman: We, uh, only have one car right now. My lease ran out.
(In the background, the front door opens and closes. Diane Hoyt, Lori Kyman's mother, rushes down the stairs.)
Diane Hoyt: Any news?
(Mark stands up and hugs Diane. Brass clears his throat. They pull apart and Mark explains.)
Mark Kyman: They found her car off Boulder Highway.
Diane Hoyt: Oh, my God.
(Mark makes the introduction.)
Mark Kyman: This is Diane, Lori's mom.
Diane Hoyt: Hi.
Brass: Diane, I want you to know we have every available officer out looking for your daughter.
Diane Hoyt: Thank you. (to Mark) Where's Joey?
Mark Kyman: He's with Amy.
(Diane puts her handbag down on the dining room seat intending to go check on the baby. Brass stops her for a moment.)
Diane Hoyt: Okay.
Brass: You know, I just got a quick couple of questions. Can you confirm you were here last night when Mark came home from work?
Diane Hoyt: Yes. I was baby-sitting.
(Diane removes her coat.)
Brass: What time was that?
Diane Hoyt: Uh ... I'd just put Joey down. A little after 9:00.
Brass: And when did your daughter call?
Diane Hoyt: About half an hour later. We both talked to her.
Brass: So 9:30. Thanks. That's all for now, thank you.
(Mark nods.)
Diane Hoyt: Excuse me.
(Diane leaves the room.)
Mark Kyman: What do I do?
Brass: I'd take care of your family, Mark. And if Ms. Sidle asks, volunteer your fingerprints and DNA.
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[EXT. LAKE (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT. WOODS -- NIGHT]
(The Ranger shows Nick and Warrick to the body where David Phillips is already there gathering his data.)
Ranger: I was making my 16:45 scan when I saw the body. I confirmed he was deceased. Then I called you guys.
David Phillips: Hey. There's no I.D. on the vic. Lividity is set. Rigidity is still present. Dead no more than twenty-four hours.
Warrick: Look at those claw marks.
David Phillips: His carotid artery is ripped to shreds.
Warrick: He's got a high-powered r*fle. He's obviously a hunter, huh?
Nick: Safe to say he was mauled by a wild animal?
Ranger: Yeah.
Nick: Your call came in as "suspicious circs." Is there something else we should know about?
(She points off to the side.)
Ranger: Yeah, that would be the other body. Um -- Follow me.
(The Ranger leads Warrick, Nick and David Phillips to the second body: A large Kodiak bear.)
Warrick: Damn.
Ranger: It's a Kodiak. It's nonnative to the continental US. Shot twice in the head. The stomach's been cut open.
Warrick: That's a pretty deep cut. You think the hunter was just trying to defend himself?
David Phillips: Well, I didn't find a blade on the decedent.
Ranger: And there's no way a person can come this close to a live bear.
Nick: Got some broken branches over here.
(Nick is checking out the bushes nearby.)
Nick: Directionality faces away from the victim and the animal.
(He finds and picks a piece of torn material stuck on the branches.)
Nick: Looks like someone even tore their pants. Khakis. Vic's wearing jeans and a nylon vest. I bet somebody else was out here, and they were running for their life.
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[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY -- NIGHT]
(Catherine walks in and grabs her lab coat. She walks over to Dr. Robbins' examining table where the large Kodiak bear is.)
Catherine: I had to see with my own eyes. You're actually autopsying a bear.
Robbins: It's called a necropsy. And as the head M.E., it falls under my purview. I'm going to write an article for the journal. They love this sort of stuff.
(Catherine looks over at the other table with the dead hunter on it.)
Catherine: Yeah. You have a cause of death on him?
Robbins: I can confirm he was k*lled by an angry bear. As for the bear -- two b*ll*ts to the head. The first, nonfatal, was a straight-on shot. Bears' foreheads are sloped, so the b*llet ricocheted off the skull, leaving a copper jacket, which peeled away and embedded in the hide.
(He removes the b*llet and puts it in the pan.)
Robbins: The, uh, fatal b*llet entered through the ear, lodged in the brain. I removed it already.
(She picks up the b*llet from the tray and looks at it.)
Catherine: It's lead. No copper jacket. So, the copper jacket had to have come from his r*fle. But this is from a handgun.
Robbins: So, he shot one b*llet with his r*fle and another with his p*stol.
Catherine: Except he didn't have a p*stol. Or a knife, for that matter. And his stomach has been slashed open.
Robbins: Yeah, and the gallbladder removed.
(Robbins points to the cut.)
Catherine: Really?
Robbins: Postmortem. I can't tell you why.
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[INT. CSI - LAB - NIGHT]
(Warrick snaps photos of the victim's clothes.)
(He documents in the file whatever he finds on the clothes. He cuts a piece of something off the clothes and looks at it.)
(Nick walks into the lab.)
Nick: Hey, man. I ran the vic's prints. Didn't get a hit.
Warrick: We found this guy twenty-five miles from civilization. Where'd he come from?
Nick: We know someone else was out there. Maybe he drove.
(Warrick picks up the watch and hands it to Nick.)
Warrick: Check out this guy's watch. It's pretty high-end.
(Nick puts it against his wrist to look at the watch face.)
Nick: Yeah. Hunting's not exactly a poor man's sport. U.S. presidents still hold up dead ducks for photo ops.
Warrick: But it just doesn't match with the guy's clothes. They're kind of raggedy. He's got dirt stains. I could smell the B.O. from the guy's shirt from here.
Nick: Some hunters think soap and deodorant tip off their prey. Truth is, body odor's much more pungent.
(Catherine joins them.)
Catherine: So, Robbins confirmed that our vic was k*lled by the bear.
Nick: Okay. Case closed.
Catherine: Uh, not quite. I spoke with the Ranger. There's no way that a Kodiak bear just wanders into Nevada, so whoever smuggled him in could be charged with homicide.
Warrick: How's that?
Catherine: The bear could be considered a lethal w*apon.
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[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- NIGHT]
(Greg is checking out the screw on the car's tire. Sofia walks into the garage.)
Greg: Screw.
Sofia Curtis: Excuse me?
Greg: Tire's valve stem was unscrewed. Two full turns.
Sofia Curtis: A slow leaker. Print around the fender.
(Greg prints around the fender and finds a print.)
(Quick flash of: The person braces himself against the fender as they unscrew the tire. End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Sofia smiles.)
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[INT. CSI -- PRINT LAB - NIGHT]
(Greg runs the print through the database. He finds a match to BRAD HIMMEL, previously arrested for a 462.2 "Drunk and Disorderly".)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM]
(Brass and Greg interview Brad Himmel.)
Brad Himmel: Yeah, I was at The Top Floor. I hit on a lot of girls. You can't arrest me for that, right?
Brass: Tell us about Lori Kyman.
Brad Himmel: Yeah, I remember a Lori. Said she was married. Yeah, right. You dress up like that and go to a club ... you're looking to get some.
Greg: I found your fingerprints on her car's fender.
Brad Himmel: So? I walked her back to her car. I am a gentleman.
Greg: Is that when you messed with her tire?
Brad Himmel: Is that what this is about?
Brass: I don't get out much. Why would you do that?
Brad Himmel: I was hoping it would go flat on her way back home, and I'd come along and fix it for her.
Brass: And then she'd be appropriately grateful, and what, sleep with you?
Brad Himmel: Seemed like a good idea at the time, yeah. 'Course I was tanked.
Greg: Okay, so Lori's tire went flat.
Brad Himmel: Well, that's the thing: It didn't. I mean, I followed her for like twenty minutes. Way off strip. And, come on, how long can you follow someone for, right?
Brass: She never made it home.
Brad Himmel: I don't know anything about that.
Greg: We're going to need a sample of your DNA. Any objections?
(Brad Himmel shakes his head, no.)
(An officer enters the room.)
Officer: Excuse me. Excuse me, Captain.
(Brass walks over to the officer.)
Officer: (loud whisper) Found a dead female in Sutor. Description matches Lori Kyman.
(Brass looks at Brad.)
Brass: Make yourself comfortable.
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[EXT. HIGHWAY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. (SUTOR) HIGHWAY - DAY]
(Brass and Sofia walk over to David Phillips, who is taking down the body stats.)
Brass: Guy walking his dog found her.
David Phillips: Liver temp's 71 degrees. Given the ambient temperature, her T.O.D's roughly thirty-six to forty hours ago.
(Sofia looks up at the white birch trees near the body.)
(She kneels down next to the body and brushes the hair away from the victim's neck.)
Sofia Curtis: Bruises on the neck suggest strangulation.
(She snaps a couple of photos.)
Sofia Curtis: No attempt to hide the body.
Brass: Maybe the suspect was in a hurry. Or he just didn't give a damn.
Sofia Curtis: Are you gonna tell the family?
Brass: Yeah, how do you tell a little boy he'll never know his mother?
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
FADE IN.
[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY -- DAY]
(Grissom and Sofia are collecting evidence off of the body. Sofia combs out the debris from the victim's hair.)
Sofia Curtis: She was dumped under a white birch. Her hair was full of pollen and tree vegetation.
(Grissom tape lifts fibers off the clothes. Sofia picks up a tree pollen and looks at it.)
Grissom: Red fibers and blue fibers on her dress.
Sofia Curtis: White powder on both palms.
(Grissom finds a strand of hair with a tag on it. He looks at it under the magnifying glass.)
Grissom: A brown hair with a follicular tag. A person's entire identity balled up in a few nanograms of matter.
Sofia Curtis: Assuming one's identity can be wholly quantified by our DNA.
Grissom: Well, genetically, it can. We're completely programmed as soon as the sperm hits the egg.
Sofia Curtis: So we're defined at a cellular level?
Grissom: More or less.
Sofia Curtis: No. Identity is the totality of our life experiences and our brain neurons process our relationship to the world and each other.
Grissom: I stand corrected. DNA is what we are, not who we are.
Sofia Curtis: What we are never changes. Who we are never stops changing.
Grissom: Yeah. Whether we like it or not.
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[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY -- NIGHT]
(Robbins and Catherine are standing over the bear.)
Catherine: What's up?
Robbins: Well, when I fluoroscoped the bear, looking for other b*ll*ts, I noticed a microchip between his shoulder blades.
(Robbins shows Catherine the x-ray.)
Catherine: I see.
Robbins: I removed it, called animal control to borrow a magnetic reader. Check it out.
(The AVID Power Tracker II reader shows: AVID*061*032*517.)
Robbins: I tracked it down: Clark County Zoo.
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[EXT. CLARK COUNTY ZOO -- DAY]
(Catherine and Warrick talk with Sam Tracy at the Clark County Zoo.)
Sam Tracy: Are you sure the bear came from our zoo?
Catherine: Well, the microchip was registered to you. Take a look.
(She shows him a photo of the bear.)
Sam Tracy: Oh, God. It's Tippy. What happened?
Warrick: You mean you didn't know he was missing?
Sam Tracy: We sold him to a broker a few weeks ago. He said he found him a home at the Columbus Zoo.
Catherine: A broker?
Sam Tracy: Animal broker. Visitors want to see babies. The brokers find other zoos to purchase our surplus adult animals. You know, Tippy was so gentle, he'd eat grapes right out of my hand.
Catherine: Well, we're going to need to see some paperwork.
Sam Tracy: Yeah, I'll pull the file, but ... I remember the broker's name. It's Ken Bovitz. Out of Chicago. He mailed me his broker's license and documentation. The board approved the sale last fall. (He sighs.) They'll want to know what went wrong.
Catherine: Yeah, so do we.
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[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY]
(Sara is testing the car tires. She and Greg sit in front of the turning tire. Sara is holding a stopwatch.)
Greg: You giving the car a workout?
Sara: Well, you know how you said that the suspect admitted to following Lori, but when the tire didn't go flat, he gave up? Grissom wants me to disprove his account.
Greg: How long has the wheel been going round and round?
Sara: Three hours and nine minutes.
Greg: She left the club around eleven. Time of death was between midnight and
1:00 A.M.
Sara: Lori died before the tire went flat.
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[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Warrick is looking at a web page on the computer. Catherine is sitting next to him.)
Warrick: I think I know why someone snagged that bear's gallbladder. Apparently, in the southeast Asian community, some men believe it enhances their virility. It contains some chemical called ursodeoxycholic acid. These gallbladders are going for $500 a pop.
Catherine: I, uh, talked to the zoo in Columbus. They never heard of Tippy.
Warrick: Hmm. Any luck with the broker?
Catherine: The Department of Agriculture never issued a license for a Ken Bovitz. Documents are fake. I sent them to Q.D. for analysis.
(Nick walks into the lab.)
Nick: We may have an ID on our hunter. Uniforms found an abandoned Mercedes. Plates came back to a Mr. Rod Hollis, who had hunting permits that included tags for wild goats, deer, and bighorn sheep.
Catherine: And what about Kodiaks? NICK: That would be a no. Mr. Hollis's wife's on her way to P.D., so I'm gonna head over there right now.
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT -- DAY]
(Nick interviews Faith Hollis.)
Faith Hollis: To be honest, I haven't seen my husband in over a year.
Nick: You were separated?
Faith Hollis: He made it big in venture capital. Retired at 32. That's when we started having problems. The officer said Rod died while hunting. Can I ask what happened?
Nick: He was mauled by a bear. Ms. Hollis, I have reason to believe there was somebody else out there with him. Any idea who?
Faith Hollis: No. In our circle of friends, he was the only one who owned a g*n. We used to fight about his sport. I showed him studies about how the animals suffer, how even the best hunters don't always get center sh*ts. Well ... I guess brutality begets brutality.
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[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY -- DAY]
(Robbins goes over the body with Grissom.)
Robbins: C.O.D. is asphyxia due to manual strangulation. Petechiae in the eyes and mouth and extensive bruising in the strap muscles of the neck.
Grissom: Sexual as*ault?
Robbins: No abrasions or contusions to the vag*na. No semen on the SART exam.
Grissom: Is this a burn?
Robbins: No tissue reaction means it's post-mortem. If she were alive at the time, it'd have a red edge. This one's bland. Burn extends subcutaneously, so the skin made contact with something hotter than 150 degrees.
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[INT. CSI - TRACE LAB]
(Sofia walks into the lab.)
Sofia Curtis: Talk to me, Hodges.
David Hodges: Well, you kind of inundated me with work. I should be cranky. But, uh, I don't get cranky. Let's start with the white powder you found on your victim's hands. It's talcum power without the talc.
Sofia Curtis: Excuse me?
David Hodges: Talcum powder can contain asbestos fibers. Who wants to put asbestos on their baby? So, today's baby powders are made from cornstarch, and are technically talc-free. Did your victim have her baby with her at the club?
Sofia Curtis: No, he was at home.
David Hodges: So maybe the baby powder was on her hands when she left the house.
Sofia Curtis: Well, we know she was drinking, so she was probably peeing.
Dave Hodges: And unlike some of the men in this lab, whose initials are Greg Sanders, she probably washes her hands. So the baby powder shouldn't even be there.
Sofia Curtis: Tell me about the fibers we collected from her clothing.
(He hands her the print-out results.)
David Hodges: Blue ones have a high twist rate and are composed of nylon and polyester olefins. I'd say synthetic berber. And the red ones are under the scope.
(Sofia looks at the scope.)
[SCOPE VIEW: FIBERS]
Sofia Curtis: Trilobal. From a car. Vic's clothing was covered in them.
David Hodges: My guess, she was rolling around in someone's trunk.
Sofia Curtis: Can you be more specific?
David Hodges: You bet. It's Wilton wool. Very high-end. And given the unique shade of red, I'd say that you're looking at the world's fastest four-seat coupe: the Bentley Continental GT.
Sofia Curtis: Thank you.
(Sofia leaves. Hodges watches her go.)
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) -- NIGHT]
[EXT. THE TOP FLOOR - PARKING LOT -- NIGHT]
(Brass and Sofia talk with the valet.)
Valet: Yeah, I was here last night.
Sofia Curtis: You park a Bentley?
Valet: Oh, man, my memory's not so good since, um ... well, I can't really remember.
Brass: You don't remember a Bentley?
Valet: Let me see what I got.
(He turns around to check his log.)
Brass: Yeah.
Valet: Yeah, here you go. One Bentley. Came in at 8:32. Parked it in spot
19C.
Brass: Do you remember, uh, what the driver looked like?
Sofia Curtis: Male? Female? Black? Caucasian?
Brass: Young? Old? He have a hat on?
Valet: (shakes his head) Sorry.
Brass: Okay.
Valet: Sorry ...
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[INT. CSI - WAITING ROOM - NIGHT]
(Amy Maynard is sitting in the waiting room when Sara walks in.)
Sara: Amy. (They shake hands.) Thanks for coming.
Amy Maynard: Of course. How can I help?
Sara: The other night at the club, I was wondering if you happened to notice anyone driving a Bentley.
Amy Maynard: That would be me. Birthday gift from my father.
Sara: Would you mind if I took a look at it?
Amy Maynard: You want to see my car? Why?
Sara: We found fibers from a Bentley on Lori's clothing.
Amy Maynard: Lori was in my car all the time, especially last week. (Sara shakes her head.) Mark was using hers.
Sara: The fibers we found are from the floor or a trunk.
(Amy takes the key off her ring and gives it to Sara.)
Amy Maynard: It's in the lot. I'll call my father. He'll pick me up.
(Amy stands up to leave. Sara stops her.)
Sara: Amy ... did Lori use the ladies' room at the club?
(Amy sits down.)
Amy Maynard: Yeah. We both did.
Sara: Do you know if she washed her hands?
Amy Maynard: Why are you asking me all these questions?
Sara: We're pursuing a lead.
Amy Maynard: Lori was like a sister to me. Investigate me all you want, but when you're done, you should take a look at Mark.
Sara: Mark. I thought you said ...
Amy Maynard: (interrupts) I know what I said. That was before she turned up dead. And I'm not saying he did it, and Lori ... she never said anything. It's just sometimes, um ... he can get rough.
(Sara makes a note on her paper.)
Sara: And you know this because ... ? (Sara interprets Amy's look correctly.)
You were the other woman.
Amy Maynard: One of them. I'm not proud of it.
Sara: Did Mark get rough with you?
Amy Maynard: That's why I ended it.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
FADE IN.
[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- NIGHT]
(Sara opens the trunk to Amy Maynard's car. She looks into the trunk and sighs heavily.)
(Greg walks into the garage.)
Greg: You started without me.
Sara: Actually, I finished without you. Take a look.
Greg: Carpet's black. Fibers on the vic's clothing were red.
Sara: Obviously, we can rule out this car.
Greg: I don't mean to pry, but you want to talk about what happened with you and Ecklie?
Sara: Not really.
Greg: I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm a good listener.
Sara: I blew up at Ecklie. It was very unprofessional. And very satisfying, and now I'm moving on. Thanks for asking.
(Sara closes the trunk.)
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[EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. KYMAN RESIDENCE -- NIGHT]
(Mark shows Sofia and Grissom into the nursery.)
Mark Kyman: (quietly) Joey just fell asleep, so please, keep your voices down.
Sofia Curtis: All we need is a sample of baby powder.
(Mark walks over to the crib. Grissom notices the carpet.)
Grissom: (loudly) This is Berber carpet, isn't it?
Mark Kyman: Yeah, Lori thought it'd be good for a boy's room.
(Sofia takes a sample of the baby powder.)
Grissom: I'd like to take a small sample.
(Grissom puts his kit down.)
Mark Kyman: What's going on?
Grissom: Just collecting evidence.
Mark Kyman: You're coming after me? Because I've cooperated. I've let you swab my mouth and let you take my prints. I love my wife. I miss her.
(He turns back to look at Joey.)
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[INT. CSI - HALLWAY/BREAK ROOM]
(Sara turns the corner and walks down the hallway. Inside the break room at the end of the hallway, she sees Grissom and Sofia sitting side-by-side at the table with their backs to the door. They appear very comfortable together.)
(Sara walks into the break room. They turn around when she speaks.)
Sara: DNA from Lori's shirt came back. It matches her husband.
Sofia Curtis: That could be probative.
(Sara nods.)
Grissom: Or casual transfer unrelated to the case.
Sara: I also picked up your trace results.
(She hands the print results to Grissom. The findings read:
CORNSTARCH, ZINC OXIDE, TOCOPHERYLZ
SAMPLE IS CONSISTENT WITH EVIDENCE COLLECTED
FROM LORI KYMAN AUTOPSY )
Grissom: Baby powder on Lori's palms is consistent with the baby powder we found at the Kymans' residence.
Sara: According to her girlfriend, Lori washed her hands at the club.
Sofia Curtis: Which suggests that Lori came home before she was k*lled.
Grissom: Which contradicts the husband's account.
Sara: I hate to state the obvious, but maybe the husband is lying.
Sofia Curtis: All right, well, let's say she came home first.
(Quick flash of: [NURSERY] Lori is changing Joey. Mark walks up to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Lori looks at him and smiles. He starts choking her. End of flash. Resume to present.)
Sofia Curtis: Mark k*lled her, drove her out to Sutor, and dumped the body.
Grissom: One problem. Mark doesn't have a car and the carpet fibers we found on Lori's clothing are inconsistent with her Lexus.
Sara: Or, maybe Lori came home, she and Mark had a fight. Maybe she found out he was fooling around again.
(Quick flash to: [BOULDER HIGHWAY - NIGHT] The car travels quickly on the road.)
Sara: (V.O.) She takes off, drives around.
(The tire bursts.)
Sara: (V.O.) Tire eventually goes flat.
(Lori pulls off the side of the road and gets out of the car.)
Sara: (V.O.) She pulls over to the side of the road and a stranger comes along and abducts her.
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Sofia Curtis: (disbelieving) A stranger driving a Bentley?
(Sara nods sideways.)
Grissom: (to Sofia) Hey, the rich are just as deviant as the poor.
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[INT. CSI - BALLISTICS LAB - NIGHT]
(Bindle label:
b*llet FRAGMENT
2-10-05
DB
C. WILLOWS
(Bobby Dawson processes the b*ll*ts.)
DISSOLVE TO:
[INT. CSI - BALLISTICS LAB - NIGHT -- LATER]
(Warrick walks into the ballistics lab.)
Warrick: Hey, Dawson.
Bobby Dawson: Yo.
Warrick: Any progress on those b*ll*ts? Well, the copper jacket came from your vic's r*fle there. A .30-caliber Winchester, model 70.
Warrick: What about the fatal b*llet?
Bobby Dawson: That came from a .357 magnum revolver.
Warrick: A .357?
Bobby Dawson: Ran the baby through IBIS and get this: The g*n was used in a '98 robbery. The suspect was arrested but released on insufficient evidence and the g*n was returned.
Warrick: You got a name for him?
Bobby Dawson: Aaron Colite, from Henderson.
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[EXT. HENDERSON COMMUNITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. COLITE RESIDENCE -- DAY]
(Aaron Colite shows Warrick, Nick and an officer into the living room.)
Warrick: Why don't you just stand up by the counter, sir? Here's your warrant that we have here for your .357 magnum revolver. We know you once used it in a '98 robbery. Serial number ML5684. We don't want you to get it. Why don't you just point and show us where it is.
Aaron Colite: What's this about?
Nick: Where's the g*n, sir?
Aaron Colite: Right under the TV.
(Nick opens the door to the cabinet under the TV and removes the g*n.)
Nick: Okay, Mr. Colite, this g*n is going into evidence.
Aaron Colite: Look, I was cleared in that robbery years ago.
Nick: You know, someone k*lled a Kodiak bear up in the Black Mountains the day before yesterday. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Aaron Colite: Yeah, I did. I k*lled it.
Nick: Excuse me?
Aaron Colite: I k*lled it. Look, I was ... I was out hunting.
(Quick flashback to: Aaron Colite is out in the woods. He looks through his binoculars and sees Rod Hollis being mauled by a bear.)
Rod Hollis: Help! Help me! ROD HOLLIS: Stop! Help! ROD HOLLIS: Help me! Help! ROD HOLLIS: Help!
(He takes out his g*n and fires.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Aaron Colite: By the time I shot the bear, the guy was already dead.
Nick: You mind if I have a look around?
Aaron Colite: Yeah, I do, actually.
Warrick: You just admitted a felony of k*lling a bear. Why didn't you report it?
(Nick looks around the place.)
Aaron Colite: I've been through the wringer with you guys once before. I figured a guy was dead. There was nothing I could do about it. I took off.
(Nick finds blood smudges on the wall.)
Aaron Colite: Look, I've got a hunting license with tags. I was out hunting deer. Tried to save a guy's life. That's it.
(Nick opens the freezer and finds a ziplocked bag with the bear's stomach inside. Nick takes the bag out.)
Nick: Whoa, Mr. Colite. I just have one more question for you. How long have you been storing gallbladders with your ice cream?
Aaron Colite: It ain't illegal to cut up a dead animal as long as it's already dead. That's the law.
Warrick: Could you lift your pants leg for me, please, sir?
Aaron Colite: For what?
Warrick: Someone snagged their pant leg on a tree, probably cut themselves. I wanted to see if it was you.
(Aaron takes his pants off and pushes it down past his knees.)
Aaron Colite: Take a look. Wasn't me.
(There's no cut on his leg. Warrick turns to the officer and motions him toward Aaron Colite.)
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[INT. CSI - HALLWAY]
(Catherine and Nick walk through the hallway.)
Catherine: So Robbins sent the bear's blood to tox. It turns out there were elevated levels of ketamine in its system.
Nick: Barbiturates?
Catherine: (scoffs) Yeah.
(Nick pauses for a long moment, thinking.)
Nick: I think I know what's going on here, Catherine.
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[INT. CSI - LAB]
(On the monitor, video of a rhino being shot is shown.)
Nick: They're called canned hunts. Going on all over the country.
Catherine: I'm sorry. There's just no sport in that. It's just sick.
Nick: Well, you got that right. Point is, you don't have to go to Africa to hunt wild game anymore. If you've got the money, Africa comes to you.
Catherine: And they drug the animals?
Nick: To guarantee a k*ll, yeah.
Catherine: But in our case, both the hunter and the prey ended up dead.
Nick: Something went wrong.
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[INT. CSI - GRISSOM'S OFFICE - DAY]
(Grissom sits behind his desk. Sara knocks on the door and walks into his office.)
Sara: Hey. Oh, filling out reports?
(Sara sits down.)
Grissom: They tell me it's my job. (She smiles at him.) You doing okay?
Sara: Yeah. Thanks. I, uh, did a DMV search. There are only five Bentleys with red interior registered in Clark County. Two are leased. Two are privately owned. I ran the ROs. Nothing suspicious. PD is following up.
Grissom: What about the fifth one?
Sara: Well, that one is owned by a Boutique Rental Car Agency. I subpoenaed the rental history. Diane Hoyt, Lori's mother, had the car for the last two weeks. She returned it the day after Lori disappeared.
Grissom: Where is it now?
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[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY]
(Greg stands in front of the Bentley, admiring the car. Sara and Sofia walk up behind him.)
Greg: If you've added up every cent I've made in my entire life, I still wouldn't be able to afford half this car.
(They walk up to the car.)
Sara: Yeah, but why would you want it? The insurance premiums are sky-high. Not to mention theft, scratches.
Greg: It's art. And I'd have every girl in the neighborhood after me.
Sofia Curtis: Not when they saw your apartment.
Sara: You've been to Greg's apartment?
Sofia Curtis: Who hasn't?
(Greg opens the trunk. The carpet is red.)
Greg: Red carpet. Same as the interior.
Sara: Recently vacuumed.
Sofia Curtis: We got better vacuums.
VARIOUS CUTS OF THE CAR BEING PROCESSED
(Sofia vacuums the trunk of the car.)
(Quick CGI of: Particles are picked up through the vacuum nozzle, zooms through the tubing and catches on the filter. End of CGI. Resume to present.)
(She removes the filter and puts it in the bag Greg holds open.)
(Sara opens the car engine and looks inside. She finds a pod inside.)
(Quick flash of: [SUTOR] Camera pans up to the trees. A pod from the tree falls and hits the windshield. It slips down under the engine hood. End of flash. Resume to present.)
Sara: You found pods in the victim's hair, right?
(Sara picks up the pod.)
Sofia Curtis: Same shape, size, color. Too bad we can't ID this pod and tie it to that tree.
Greg: Who says we can't? Plant DNA is no different than human DNA. In fact, a plant genome is larger. I'm on it.
Sofia Curtis: If we can prove the pod came from that dump site, you know what that means?
Sara: Lori's mother is a viable suspect.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL BREAK)
FADE IN.
[INT. CSI - DNA LAB]
VARIOUS CUTS OF:
(Greg processes the pod.)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM]
(Brass and Sofia interview Diane Hoyt with her lawyer, Carol Allred.)
Carol Allred (lawyer): Why are you asking my client about a rental car?
Brass: It may be probative to our investigation of her daughter's death.
Diane Hoyt: I'll answer anything they want. I backed my car into a telephone pole. So I put it in the shop. I had to rent a car.
Brass: At a grand a day, a Bentley's a little extravagant. I mean, I usually rent a Taurus.
Diane Hoyt: It's a fantasy car. Ever since Amy got hers, I've wanted one, so I splurged.
Brass: Was the vehicle ever out of your possession?
Diane Hoyt: You mean, did I let anybody drive it?
Brass: That's what I mean, yeah.
Diane Hoyt: Lori and Mark both did. But I was always with them.
Brass: Ms. Hoyt, did you drive your car to Sutor, Nevada?
Diane Hoyt: No.
Carol Allred (lawyer): Where are you going with this?
Sofia Curtis: On the hood of the vehicle, which affirmatively matched the plant material we found in Lori's hair. All of which came from the same tree in Sutor.
Carol Allred (lawyer): Okay, but my client returned the Bentley the day before yesterday. It was washed and then rented again, so perhaps that individual drove through Sutor on his or her way out of town. Or, as you know, that "pod" could be weeks or months old.
Sofia Curtis: We also collected a number of errant hairs from the vehicle. Several are consistent with Mark and Lori's DNA and also Joey's, but not yours.
Carol Allred (lawyer): Okay, I'm sorry. You don't have a DNA sample of my client's for comparison purposes.
Sofia Curtis: No, but we have her daughter's. You're not Lori's biological mother, are you?
Diane Hoyt: I'm her stepmom. That's not a secret. (chokes) I couldn't have children of my own. Ever since Lori's father died a few months ago, she's all I had.
(Sofia stands up.)
Diane Hoyt: Look, Mark is devastated. I really should get back to my grandson.
Sofia Curtis: Before you go, could we take a DNA sample?
Carol Allred (lawyer): You do not have to do that.
Brass: Yeah, but if she has nothing to hide, it's no big deal.
Sofia Curtis: Could you open your mouth?
(Sofia takes a swab.)
Carol Allred (lawyer): All right. That's it. We're finished here. Let's go.
(Carol stands up and leads Diane Hoyt out of the interview room.)
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT -- HALLWAY -CONTINUOUS]
(The interview room door opens. Carol Allred and Diane Hoyt leave the room.)
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM -- CONTINUOUS]
(Brass remains sitting in the chair.)
Sofia Curtis: What are you thinking?
(Brass sighs.)
Brass: We have nothing to arrest her on.
(He gets up and leaves the room.)
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT -- HALLWAY -CONTINUOUS]
(Brass steps out into the hallway and stands in the doorway. Sofia steps out of the room.)
Sofia Curtis: And we have unexplained evidence placing Lori back at the house after her night out.
(They start walking down the hallway.)
Brass: That's why I like the husband. Maybe they're in it together.
Sofia Curtis: Well, when two people of the opposite sex conspire to k*ll one of their partners, sex or money is almost always involved. Now, Lori's friend, Amy, did say Mark was a player.
Brass: Hello, Mrs. Robinson.
Sofia Curtis: I had this boyfriend back in college, and when he got his first Harley, well, let's just say we sat face-to-face and went for a ride.
Brass: A Bentley is a lot more comfortable than a bike.
(She chuckles. They continue down the hallway.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - GARAGE]
(Sofia is using the ALS on the Bentley's upholstery. She finds something. She takes a swab of it.)
(Cut to: Kneeling in front of her kit, Sofia puts the swab in the box. She notices some flesh hanging off the exhaust pipe.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - QUESTIONED DOCUMENTS LAB]
(Ronnie Litre goes over his findings with Catherine.)
Ronnie Litre: Document was forged by taking an official license issued by the Department of Agriculture and scraping away the top layer of information. Document was then photocopied, and the bogus info was typed in. Take a look.
Catherine: Mm-hmm. A simple forgery, but it doesn't get us any closer to our suspect.
Ronnie Litre: Actually, it does. See, a couple years back, some photocopier companies started imbedding their machines with serial numbers less than a millimeter in size and visible only under a blue L-E-D light.
Catherine: Of course.
(Ronnie shines the light and exposes the number: 2407270313.)
Catherine: (smiles) I see it.
Ronnie Litre: It's as good as fingerprint.
Catherine: Thanks.
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[EXT. CLARK COUNTY ZOO -- DAY]
(Warrick and Catherine re-question Sam Tracy.)
Sam Tracy: And you think the broker's documentation was forged here on my copier?
Catherine: We know it was.
Warrick: Mr. Tracy, tell us about canned hunts.
Sam Tracy: Uh, a wild animal is released into a controlled area where a hunter pays a fee to k*ll it. The promoters guarantee a trophy, so no k*ll, no pay. They're illegal in Nevada. Is that what happened to my bear?
Catherine: Aaron Colite worked here, right?
Sam Tracy: Yeah. Maintenance.
Catherine: You fired him?
Sam Tracy: About six months ago. We let a lot people go. Cutbacks.
Warrick: Well, the evidence places Aaron at the crime scene.
Sam Tracy: Wait, so you're thinking he forged the broker's document and took Tippy under false pretenses?
Warrick: No. We spoke to your distributor. Your copy machine was only installed two months ago. We think you created the false document.
Catherine: We suspect that Aaron figured out a way to make a buck, and he asked for your help.
Warrick: So Aaron organizes this canned hunt. A few days ago, you guys meet up with Rod Hollis up at Lake Mead .
(Quick flash to: [WOODS - NIGHT] Rod Hollis, Aaron Colite and Sam Tracy walk through the woods. Aaron Colite points out the bear to Rod Hollis.)
Aaron Colite: Rod, Rod, Rod, Rod!
Aaron Colite: Right there. You see him?
(Rod sees the bear.)
Rod Hollis: Yes!
(He sh**t and hits the bear in the head. The bear goes down.)
Rod Hollis: Yes! I got him!
Aaron Colite: Yep, you got him.
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
Catherine: Mr. Hollis probably thought that he had k*lled the bear, and he raced over to claim his trophy.
(Quick flash to: [WOODS - NIGHT] Rod Hollis walks over to the bear. The bear gets up and whacks Rod on the side of his head. Sam Tracy stares in shock. He turns and runs. The bear att*cks Rod.)
(Aaron takes out his g*n.)
Rod Hollis: Help! Help! Help me! Help!
(Aaron fires.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
Catherine: His shot only stunned the bear. It was Aaron's shot that k*lled it.
Sam Tracy: You can't prove I was there.
Warrick: Would you lift up your pants legs, please, sir?
Sam Tracy: What?
Warrick: I have the judge on speed dial. You want to save me some time here?
(Quick flash to: [WOODS - NIGHT] Sam Tracy turns and runs. In his panic, he bumps into the bushes and scrapes his leg on the branches.)
Rod Hollis: Help! Help! Help me!
(Aaron fires.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
Sam Tracy: I got this gardening.
Warrick: We subpoenaed Aaron's bank records. Rod Hollis sent Aaron a check for
$16,000. Aaron sent you a check for $8,000. That's a 50-50 split.
Catherine: You're looking at grand larceny and obtaining property under false pretenses.
Warrick: That's about twenty years right there.
Catherine: I'm recommending to the DA that he add another charge: Second degree m*rder ...
(In the background, we hear the sounds of a vehicle and of dispatch over a police band radio. Sam Tracy turns around and sees the officer get out of the car. He closes the door.)
Catherine: ... for the death of the hunter.
(Sam Tracy closes his eyes and shakes his head.)
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[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 1 - DAY]
(Sara interviews Brad Himmel with his attorney, Margaret Finn.)
Sara: We found your client's semen mixed with a vaginal contribution from Diane Hoyt in the back of her rental car. You said you had nothing to do with Lori's m*rder. Would you like to revise that statement?
Brad Himmel: No. I met Diane, uh, two weeks ago at Rain. Banged the cougar that night, but I had no idea she was anybody's mother.
Sara: So you haven't spoken to her since?
Brad Himmel: Well, that's the whole point of banging a cougar -- you never got to see 'em again.
Sara: One lie after another.
Margaret Finn (lawyer): Are you questioning my client's veracity?
(Sara puts the phone record on the table.)
Sara: These are your client's cell phone records. Semen in the car was enough to get a warrant. On the night that Lori was m*rder*d, he called Ms. Hoyt on her cell phone at 11:23 P.M.
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 2 - DAY]
(Sofia interviews Diane Hoyt with her attorney, Carol Allred.)
Diane Hoyt: No, I don't know him.
Sofia Curtis: You've never seen or spoken to this man?
Diane Hoyt: No, not that I remember.
Sofia Curtis: Hmm. Do you remember the men you have sex with?
Carol Allred (lawyer): Ms. Curtis, that is uncalled for.
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 1 - DAY]
Sara: Here's the deal. Lori left the club around eleven. By your client's own admission, he followed her for about twenty minutes, waiting for the tire to go flat. When it didn't, you called her mother.
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 2 - DAY]
Sofia Curtis: It was all a setup. Brad was going to strike up a conversation with Lori at the club, and on her way home, abduct her. And then, one or both of you were going to k*ll her.
(Diane bursts out laughing. Her lawyer chuckles along.)
Sofia Curtis: But when you got his call ... You went to plan B.
Diane Hoyt: I left Lori's house, drove home and went to bed.
Sofia Curtis: You never left. Mark fell asleep in the living room, and you waited for Lori to come home.
(Quick flashback to: [NURSERY - NIGHT] Lori is changing Joey's diaper when Diane walks into the room. She grabs Lori from behind and starts choking her. End of flashback. Resume to present.)
Sofia Curtis: Lori's body was too heavy for you to carry, so you called for help ... on Mark and Lori's phone.
(Sofia shows the phone log to the lawyer.)
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 1 - DAY]
Sara: You got her call at 1:17 A.M. Coroner puts Lori's death at some time between 12:00 and 1:00 A.M.
Brad Himmel: Well, which means I didn't k*ll her, like I told you.
Margaret Finn (lawyer): Brad, be quiet.
Sara: Oh, I never thought you did k*ll her, but you did help get rid of the body, and that is conspiracy after the fact.
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 2 - DAY]
Carol Allred (lawyer): Now, Mark would've heard something, and if he's claiming he didn't, I'd be looking at him.
Sofia Curtis: The living room's at the other end of the house. He was asleep.
Carol Allred (lawyer): Prove it.
Sofia Curtis: I don't need to. We found something of Lori's on the rental exhaust pipe: Her skin.
(Quick flash of: [SUTOR - NIGHT] Diane backs up the car. Brad is in the passenger seat. She backs up too much and bumps into Lori's dead body, skinning her leg with the exhaust pipe and searing the flesh at the same time. End of flash. Resume to present.)
Sofia Curtis: Your client's on record. The vehicle was never out of her possession.
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM 1 - DAY]
Sara: You drove back to the house, picked up Lori's Lexus, drove back into town. Tire went flat off Boulder Highway.
Margaret Finn (lawyer): You can't prove that.
Sara: When we suspected Brad's involvement, we printed the interior of the Lexus. Your prints are on the steering wheel.
(Margaret Finn whispers to Brad Himmel.)
Margaret Finn (lawyer): Is there a deal to be made?
Sara: Why did Diane Hoyt want Lori dead?
Brad Himmel: I don't know. The lady paid me 2,000 bucks. Um ... said she was having a fight with her daughter and wanted to make good ... um, only Lori wouldn't return her calls, so it was my job to get 'em together. When she called me and asked me for my help later that night, she said she'd pay me
$2,000 more.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(Sofia and Sara are walking down the hallway when Greg walks up to them from behind.)
Greg: I know why she did it. While you two were at P.D., I called the family lawyer. He faxed over a copy of Lori's father's trust. Estate's worth $50 million.
Sofia Curtis: He left it all to Lori?
Greg: No, to her son. Lori was the trustee with a stipend of $2.5 mil a year. If anything were to happen to Lori, guess who takes her place?
Sara: Her stepmom.
Greg: Yup.
(Sofia chuckles.)
Sofia Curtis: Listen, you guys, I'll catch up later.
(Sofia walks away. Greg turns to Sara.)
Greg: Hmm. She's fitting in pretty well, huh?
(Sara turns and walks away.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - GRISSOM'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS]
(Sofia walks into Grissom's office.)
Sofia Curtis: You got a minute?
Grissom: Sure. You did a nice job on the case.
Sofia Curtis: I, uh ... I just wanted you to know that I've enjoyed working with you.
(Grissom turns around and looks at Sofia.)
Grissom: Well, I've enjoyed working with you as well.
Sofia Curtis: No, it's time I made a change. I don't like the direction the lab's headed.
(Grissom takes off his glasses.)
Grissom: You mean Ecklie? You can't pay any attention to him.
Sofia Curtis: No, you got a good team, but I was a supervisor. My demotion was undeserved, and every day I'm here, I'm reminded of that.
(Grissom thinks about it. He looks at Sofia.)
Sofia Curtis: What?
Grissom: Well, someone once said, "What we are never changes, but who we are ... never stops changing."
(Sofia smiles at Grissom.)
Grissom: Let's have dinner, shall we?
FADE TO BLACK.
End
05x14 - Unbearable
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