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#622 : Une soirée presque parfaite

Joueur de black-jack, Jeffrey Powell voit la vie en rose. Il porte sur lui une forte somme d'argent gagnée au casino, roule en voiture de sport et est accompagné par une superbe jeune femme qui ne le quitte jamais. Il est pourtant retrouvé mort, la nuque brisée. La dernière fois qu'il a été vu, c'était au Palermo, un célèbre établissement de la ville. Les soupçons se portent rapidement sur sa liaison du moment. Grâce à des traces de peinture retrouvées sur les habits de la victime, Catherine découvre que la lutte qui a précédé le meurtre a commencé dans le hall de l'hôtel. Les Experts pensent trouver d'autres indices grâce aux caméras de surveillance. 

Titre VO
Time of your death

Titre VF
Une soirée presque parfaite

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Écrit par : Danny Cannon 
Réalisé par : Dean White 

Avec : Louise Lombard (Sofia Curtis), Wallace Langham (David Hodges), Archie Kao (Archie Johnson), David Berman (David Phillips) 

Guests :

  • John Michael Higgins ..... Anthony Caprice
  • Will Yun Lee ..... Dennis Kim
  • Kyle Howard ..... Jeffrey Powell
  • Julie Benz ..... Heidi Wolff
  • Kenneth Johnson ..... Randy Bolen
  • Andy Umberger ..... Robert Rhoda
  • Paul Carafotes ..... Pit Boss
  • Jocko Sims ..... Lenny Andretti
  • Ethan Erickson ..... Jake
  • Shawn Michael Patrick ..... Manager de l'hotel
  • Gabrielle Richens ..... Erica
  • Judd Nelson ..... Mick Sheridan




(A man drives a red Ferrari down the road, a beautiful blonde in the seat next to him.  He throws his head back, laughing with exuberance.)  

(The blonde kisses the man as he guns the engine.)  

(The blonde runs her hand slowly up his thigh.  The man smiles at her, then shifts the car into gear and takes off down the road.)  




(The man drives the red Ferrari to the drive.  The valet opens the passenger door and helps the blonde-haired woman out of the car.  The man tosses the keys to the valet and tips him a $100.)  

(The blonde smiles at the man.  She takes his hand and they head into the casino.)  



(The blonde and the man dance.  They kiss on the floor.)  


(The blonde and the man are kissing in the back hallway.)  

(Getting carried away, she pulls him into the women's bathroom.  They continue kissing.  She reaches out and shuts the door closed.)  



(Grissom and Catherine walk over to the dead body.  Brass stands nearby as David works on it.)  

BRASS:  A truck driver making a delivery found him.


DAVID PHILLIPS:  About two or three hours ago.

(Grissom notes the bruise on the dead body's neck.)  

GRISSOM:  Neck contusion.

(Catherine notices the scrapes on the body's right hand knuckles.)  

CATHERINE:  Looks like he went down fighting.


DAVID PHILLIPS:  Just this.  

(David hands Grissom a room key.)  

GRISSOM:  Palermo room key.

CATHERINE:  Nice clothes.

BRASS:  Well, they do make the man.

(Grissom notices the white stain on the man's pants.)  

GRISSOM:  He's got some kind of transfer on his pants.

(Catherine fines more white stuff on the man's shirt.)  

CATHERINE:  Yeah, and on his shirt.  So what's a guy dressed for a party with a key to this hotel doing out here?

GRISSOM:  I don't know.  But the party's over.





(Grissom and Catherine process the crime scene.  Catherine is up on the docking area when she finds white smudge on the concrete.)  

CATHERINE:  Got smudges that look like white paint up here.  Similar to the trace on the vic's clothes.

(Grissom is down on the parking area.)  

GRISSOM:  Same down here.  So whatever it is, it must have been wet.

(Grissom snaps a photo of the white paint smudge next to evidence marker #1.)

(Catherine walks over to the white paint smudge on the docking concrete area and puts evidence marker #3.)  

CATHERINE:  I don't see any wet paint signs up here either.

(Looking for the source of the white paint smudges, she turns and looks inside the hotel area.) 


(She walks through the white-walled hallway and touches it.  The walls are still wet with paint.)  

(She looks at the wall and sees the place on the wall where the paint has been smudged.  She snaps photos of it.)  

(At the end of the corridor are double doors leading into the hotel.  Catherine slings the camera over her shoulder and heads for the doors.)  

(Catherine enters the hotel lobby through one of the side doors.)


(Catherine looks around the area, noting where she is.)  

OVERHEAD:  Two performances nightly of Palermo's fabulous show, "The Girls of India."  Now on display at Palermo Jewelers -- diamonds at Romanoff's.



(The manager swipes the card key in the machine.  The monitor shows the room:  2147.)  



(The elevator doors open.  The manager steps out; Catherine and Nick follow.)  

MANAGER:  The room is registered to a Jeffrey Powell of Van Nuys, California.

CATHERINE:  He check in with anybody?

MANAGER:  No. The reservation was for one person.  He checked in yesterday, paid with a corporate credit card.  

NICK:  Do you remember the name of the company?

(The manager unlocks the room door and pushes it open.)  

MANAGER:  Sheritown Inc.

(Catherine enters the room and starts taking photos.  Nick turns to the

NICK:  Sheritown Inc.  We're going to need access to all of the surveillance
footage from tonight, all right?

MANAGER:  You got it.

NICK:  Okay.

(The manager leaves.  Nick turns and enters the room.)  


(The room is a mess.  Catherine snaps photos as Nick looks around.  The bed is
rumpled and messed up.  The nearby table has empty dinnerware, two champagne
bottles and two used glasses.)  

NICK:  Two glasses.  Think our vic got lucky?

(Nick puts on his gloves.)  

CATHERINE:  Oh, yeah.

(Catherine leans forward and snaps a photo of some hair strands on the bed.)  

CATHERINE:  He got lucky, all right.  He got lucky with a blonde.

(She picks up the hair and reaches for a bindle.  Nick notices the clothes
tossed on the ottoman.)  

NICK:  Jeans ... full of holes.  Must've been wearing them a long time.  

CATHERINE:  Either that or he just bought them and paid a fortune.

(Nick moves the clothes aside and finds a book on BLACKJACK.)  

NICK:  I remember my first time to Vegas.  I got one of these - "Guide to
Blackjack".  Everybody dreams of hitting it big out here, don't they?  

(Nick tosses the book back on the other clothes and things.)  

CATHERINE:  Yeah, well, if that ever ends you can kiss Vegas good-bye.

(Nick opens the bedside table drawer and finds a packet of a white powdery

NICK:  We have a winner.

(He picks it up and shows it to Catherine, who is looking through the jacket

CATHERINE:  Jackpot.

(She looks at the jacket label.)  

CATHERINE:  Ooh, Sasan.  Cost him more than all of his other clothes put

(She notices the blue discoloration on the jacket.)  

CATHERINE:  There's some kind of blue powder trace on the pocket.  Nicky, take

(She tosses Jeffrey Powell's wallet to Nick.  He opens it.)

NICK:  California driver's license.

(The information on the CALIFORNIA DRIVER'S LICENSE reads:
     623 VAN NESS AVE.
     LOS ANGELES, CA  90028
     SEX:  M     HAIR: BLK     EYES BRN
     HT:  5-8     WT: 155

NICK:  Company credit card.

(The CORPORATE GOLD credit card with the VISA logo, #7002 0511 2837 3301.)  

NICK:  Amateur Speedway Association card.

(The Amateur Speedway Association card expires 1999.)

NICK:  Guy liked fast cars.

(Catherine finds car keys on the bedside table.)  

CATHERINE:  Except he was driving a Toyota.

NICK: No cash.  This sounds like a classic trick roll.

(Quick flash to:  [INT. CASINO - NIGHT]  Jeffrey Powell is at the gaming tables
and winning.)  

NICK:  (v.o.)  Kid from of town on a lucky streak--

JEFFREY POWELL:  I cannot lose tonight!

(On the side, a blonde-haired woman watches him.)  

NICK:  (v.o.)  He's an easy mark.



(Jeffrey Powell is undressing the blonde-haired woman.  They're kissing.)  

NICK:  (v.o.)  Get him up to the room ...

(The blonde-haired woman pours champagne directly into Jeff Powell's mouth.)  

NICK:  (v.o.)  loosen him up ...

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

NICK:  ... jump him and dump him.



(Warrick snaps photos of the body on the table.  David Phillips starts removing
the clothes off the body.  He pulls off the pants and sees the stain on the
victim's underwear, a purple-ish   discoloration on the front.)  

DAVID PHILLIPS:  Mom was right -- always wear clean ones.  Because you never
know what could happen.  What do you think that is?

WARRICK:  Why don't you take a whiff?

DAVID PHILLIPS:  Why am I always the guy who has to sniff the shorts?

WARRICK:  'Cause it's your job.

(David looks at Warrick.)  


(Warrick puts his camera down and leans forward a little.  He smells.)  

WARRICK:  Red wine.

(David smiles.  Warrick checks the victim's pants and finds there's no stain.)  

WARRICK:  It's not on his pants.  What about the shirt?


WARRICK:  So he must have changed after the mess.

(Warrick checks the pants pockets.)  

DAVID PHILLIPS:  Oh, I already went through his pockets.

(Warrick takes out a slip of paper:  INSPECTED BY #17.)  

DAVID PHILLIPS:  Of course, I was double-gloved.

WARRICK:  Clothes are brand new.

(David looks at the victim's hands and finds a callus on the skin between his
thumb and index finger.)  


WARRICK:  Looks like a callus.

(David holds a ruler next to the victim's hand as Warrick snaps photos of it.)  



(The security video for ELEVATOR CAM 2 at 10:52 shows Jeffrey Powell in the
elevator with a tall blonde.)  

NICK:  (o.s.)  There's a long-haired blonde.

(Camera cuts wide and we find we're in the ...

[INT. CSI - A/V LAB #4 - DAY]

(Archie is reviewing the security camera footage.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Yeah, I've been watching this for a while now.

NICK:  Time stamped 10:52 P.M.  He entered his room a couple of minutes later.  
Manager said the last time he used his card key was 10:54 P.M.

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  We look forward about an hour ...

(Archie sets the video forward to 11:47.)

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Jeff leaves his room alone.

(Video shows Jeffrey Powell enter the elevator.)

NICK:  He doesn't have a jacket on.  He's probably not going too far.

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  So he gets off the elevator, goes into the casino, and nine
minutes later, ...

(Archie sets the video forward to where the blonde woman enters the elevator

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  ... same blonde goes down in the elevator.

NICK:  Mm-hmm.

(The blonde rests against the side railing, enough for the camera to catch her

NICK:  Grab that.

(Archie screen-caps the frame.)  

NICK:  Print that.

(He prints the frame.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  After the vic gets off the elevator, I lose him in the casino
crowd for about fifteen minutes.

NICK:  How do you lose him?  Aren't there a hundred cameras in there?

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  And at four hours of video each, that's four hundred hours of
video I got to go through.  (Nick smiles.)  The vic was found at the loading
dock off the shopping arcade.

(Archie points to the video where the victim is walking through the lobby.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  And here, he's heading for the arcade here.  That's the last
time I've got him on camera.  There's no surveillance in the arcade hall.  Only
in the individual stores.

(A woman walks out of the nearby store.)  

NICK:  Freeze that.

(Archie freezes the video frame.)  

NICK:  Enhance that bag.

(The name on the bag is SASAN.)  

NICK:  The vic was wearing a Sasan jacket.  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Hah.  Check this out.  Bingo.

(Archie checks the store map and finds it:
     2,798 SF

NICK:  I'm going shopping.




(Nick talks with Erica, the saleswoman.)  

NICK:  But you were working last night.

ERICA:  Yeah, we've been short-handed.

NICK:  Do you, uh, do you recognize either one of these people?

(Nick shows her the elevator photo of Jeffrey Powell and the blonde-haired

ERICA:  No. Sorry.

(She hands the photo back to Nick.  Nick takes out a second photo of the Sasan

NICK:  How about this?  Recognize that?

ERICA:  Sure. That's from the new spring line.  The leather's like skin.  It's
incredible.  Show me that picture again.

(Nick hands the elevator photo back to her.  She studies it longer this time.)  

ERICA:  Now I remember.  He bought a whole outfit.  Even wanted underwear.  We
don't sell underwear.

NICK:  Credit card receipt, anything like that?

ERICA:  (shakes her head)  He paid cash.  He was flashing a wad.  

NICK:  Mm-hmm. Buy anything for her?

ERICA:  Nothing.  She didn't need anything.  Looked perfect.  Was making my job
real easy.  

(Quick flashback to:  [INT. SASAN BOUTIQUE - NIGHT]  The blonde helps Jeffrey
Powell into the jacket as Erica watches.  She kisses him.)

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

ERICA:  That guy would have bought anything she wanted him to, Mr. Stokes.

(Nick smiles.)  

NICK:  Thank you.

(Nick turns to leave.)



(Robbins snaps photos of the victim's chest.  He uses a special camera and
light.  As he snaps photos, the bruises on the victim's neck appear.)  



(Robbins reports his findings to Catherine.  The victim's neck is open, his skin
peeled back to show inside.)  

ROBBINS:  I found extensive contusion involving the anterior aspect of the neck
with hemorrhage in all the strap muscles.  The thyroid, cricoid and arytenoids
cartilages are all multiply fractured.

(Camera zooms in for a close-up on a CGI IMAGE of the bones snapping.)


(Robbins points out the broken bone in the neck.)  

ROBBINS:  The hyoid bone is fractured as well.

CATHERINE:  The blunt-force trauma to the neck?

ROBBINS:  Yeah. COD is asphyxiation due to obstruction of the airway.  Took a
few minutes to die.

CATHERINE:  Any idea of the source of the BFT?

ROBBINS:  Well, I enhanced the contusion on the neck using UV photography.

(He shows her the photo.)  

ROBBINS:  Looks like there's a defined edge on the weapon.

CATHERINE:  Yeah, that could be anything.  How about prelim tox results?

ROBBINS:  Well, tox detected methamphetamine, sildenafil and oxycodone.

CATHERINE:  Stimulant, erection and a painkiller.  Party in a pill.

ROBBINS:  Where was that on my wedding night?




(Greg and Sara question Lenny Andretti, the hotel valet.)  

GREG:  This couple look familiar?

LENNY ANDRETTI:  Sweet red Ferrari.  F-360 Spyder.

GREG:  When did you see them?

LENNY ANDRETTI:  Last night-- I brought the car when they left.  Around 8:15.  
They're gone a couple hours.  The car - pfft -- was amazing.

SARA:  Did they happen to tell you where they were going?


SARA:  Do you know what time they got back to the hotel?

LENNY ANDRETTI:  Uh, a little after ten.  The guy gave me a Benjamin.  I kept an
eye out on that baby, I didn't want any of these other maniacs putting their
paws on it.

SARA:  What about the girl?  You ever seen her before?

LENNY ANDRETTI:  I don't think so.

SARA:  She strike you as a working girl?

LENNY ANDRETTI:  I'll say this, if she was hooking, then she was top shelf, just
like that car.  I felt kind of like that garage guy in "Ferris Bueller's Day
Off"?  You know, he likes the car so much, he takes it out for a spin for, like,
the whole day.  Not that I'd ever do that.

SARA:  Of course not.

LENNY ANDRETTI:  Whoa, look, I had nothing to do with the damage on that car.

(Quick flashback to:  [NIGHT]  Jeffrey Powell and the blonde are walking away
when Lenny looks at the car and notices the scratch on the front.)

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

LENNY ANDRETTI:  I mean, it was pristine before they took it out.

GREG:  They were in an accident?  How bad?

LENNY ANDRETTI:  Look, any scratch on that beauty is a tragedy and this was,
like, a dent.  You know what? They looked like they didn't even care.  Anything
else I can do for you?

SARA:  Um, thanks.

LENNY ANDRETTI:  Lenny.  Lenny Andretti.  No relation.



(Hodges reports his findings to Catherine.)  

HODGES:  The trace for your vic's jacket pocket was primarily talc.

CATHERINE:  Blue baby powder?

HODGES:  No. Take a look.

(Catherine looks at the crystals in the scope.)

CATHERINE:  Birefringent crystals.  Pretty.  What are they?

HODGES:  It's a mixture of silica and axolite, two abrasives.  But when found
with talc, it suggests only one use.

CATHERINE:  And that would be?

HODGES:  In 1897, William Spinks received a patent for what came to be known as
"Spinks Billiard Chalk."


(A cue stick is chalked up.  The cue tip makes contact with the white ball,
sending chalk particles on the billiard table felt.)  

HODGES:  (v.o.)  You may be surprised to know that cue-tip chalk does not
contain chalk at all; it is a mixture of axolite and silica.

(Cut to:  Jeffrey Powell rubs his fingers on the jacket pocket as he puts his
hands in the pocket.)


HODGES:  The abrasives give grip to the tip when it hits the ball.

CATHERINE:  Stop trying to make that sound dirty.  Our vic had a callus on his

HODGES:  Mmm ...

CATHERINE:  Don't.  Which means that he was probably playing a lot of pool.

HODGES:  Where do you go in this town to shoot stick with a hot blonde and a




(Brass and Catherine enter the pool hall.)  

BRASS:  There's at least a half a dozen of these high-end pool halls in Vegas.  
The word on the street is a lot of out-of-town money comes through here.

CATHERINE:  Well, it's closer to Palermo; it's a good place to start.

(Catherine picks up the chalk on the table.  They look around and Brass sees
someone hand money to a man, who turns around and hands it to Jake behind the
counter.  Brass and Catherine head over to Jake.)  

BRASS:  Hey, buddy, how's it going?  Have these two been in lately?

(He shows Jake the elevator photo of Jeff Powell and the blonde.)  

JAKE:  No.  It's pretty dark in here, wouldn't recognize my own mom if she came

BRASS:  It wasn't so dark you couldn't count your vig from that game over there.  

JAKE:  It's not illegal to bet on a pool game in Nevada.

CATHERINE:  -- but it is illegal for the house to take a cut a gaming license.  
I don't see one on the wall.  

JAKE:  That's because nothing like that's going on here.

BRASS:  So, if we asked everyone in here, no one would say that you're taking a
piece of the action?

JAKE:  Let me take another look.

BRASS:  Sure. Knock yourself out.

JAKE:  I never see the guy.  Girl's kind of a regular here.  Name's Heidi.

BRASS:  So, I guess your eyes do get used to the dark.

CATHERINE:  You know where we can find this Heidi?

JAKE:  Oh, man ...

BRASS:  (interrupts)  You know, I don't see that license anywhere.  Look, here's
what we're going to do.  Get on the phone.  Call Heidi.  Tell her a
distinguished gentleman has just come in with a large wad of cash looking for
some action.  That'd be me.



(Heidi Wolff walks in.  She heads over to Jake, who is standing near two
officers.  She stops and turns away.  Brass and a uniformed officer walk up to

BRASS:  Heidi Wolff?  How you doing?  I'm Jim Brass, Las Vegas Police.  Can I
talk to you for a minute?

HEIDI WOLFF:  About what?

BRASS:  Do you know this guy?

(He shows her the elevator photo of Jeff Powell.)  

HEIDI WOLFF:  No.  Apparently, you think I do.  

BRASS:  Oh, I know you do.  You want to tell me how he turned up dead?

(She looks at the photo again, a worried look on her face.)  





(Brass interviews Heidi Wolff.  She's sitting at the table.  He's standing

BRASS:  So you spent the night with Jeff Powell.

HEIDI WOLFF:  And he was alive when he left me.

BRASS:  Oh.  He left you?

HEIDI WOLFF:  Yeah.  Believe it or not.  Look.  He was getting kind of weird on



(Heidi is on the bed, the sheet wrapped around her.  Jeff is dressed and putting
his shoes on.)  

HEIDI WOLFF:  Hey.  Where you going?

JEFFREY POWELL:  Don't worry, I'll be right back.  You know, I think I may just
have to fall in love with you.

(He walks out the door.  The door closes behind him.)  



HEIDI WOLFF:  So I put on my clothes and I got out of there.  I was looking for
fun, not a lifetime commitment.

(Brass sits down.)

BRASS:  Is that what you call fun?  Rolling a guy, taking his money?

HEIDI WOLFF:  I didn't take his money.

BRASS:  Heidi, Heidi, ho.  Look, we know Jeff was waving around a large wedge of
cash.  And the money was gone when we found him.  You're an expensive date,

HEIDI WOLFF:  I'm a professional gambler.  Probably the only one in Vegas who
declares every dollar.  You can check my tax returns.

BRASS:  We checked the hotel sheets.

HEIDI WOLFF:  We had sex.  Is that against the law?  No.


HEIDI WOLFF:  We won some money shooting pool.  Is that against the law?  No.

BRASS:  You gave him drugs.  Is that against the law?  Yeah.  Look, here's the
way I see it breaking down.  You left the room nine minutes after he did.  You
went downstairs.  You checked with your partner.  You killed the kid, you took
the cash, end of story.

HEIDI WOLFF:  Let's get this straight.  He was a sweet kid and I'm sorry he's
dead, but I had nothing to do with it.  And I'm done talking.



(Greg and Sofia enter the Extravagant Auto showroom.)  

GREG:  According to the DMV, of the 12 Ferrari F-360 Spyders registered in
Vegas, only three are red.  Two of them are privately owned, and a rental
company has the third.  And since the vic owns  a Toyota in LA and Heidi Wolff
drives a beetle ...  

(The manager, Robert Rhoda, exits the back and walks over to meet them.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  ... you figured this would be a good place to start.

ROBERT RHODA:  Welcome to Extravagant Auto.  Robert Rhoda.  (He shakes their
hands.)  If what you're dreaming about's on four wheels, I can get it for you.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Actually, we're looking for a red Ferrari Spyder.  

ROBERT RHODA:  The lady likes fast cars.  And I just happen to have one.  But it
got into a little fender-bender, so it's going to take a day or so to get it

(He notices her badge.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  We'll take it as is.



(CU:  The dent and scratch on the red Ferrari Spyder.)  


(Greg examines the damage to the car as Sofia and Robert Rhoda watch.)  

GREG:  Looks like paint transfer on the left rear quarter.  Clear coat's been
peeled front-to-back.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Which means the Ferrari was the faster vehicle.

ROBERT RHODA:  The Ferrari is always e faster vehicle.

(Greg snaps a photo of the damage.  Sofia walks around the car and finds more
damage in the front.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  Ooh.  Nice dent to the front bumper.

(Greg takes a sample of the car paint off the scrape.)  

ROBERT RHODA:  You're looking at $15,000 of damage there.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Who rented it?

ROBERT RHODA:  Can't help you with that.  Our customer records are confidential.  
In any case, we're not making a police report about the damage.

SOFIA CURTIS:  No need.  We're impounding it.


(Greg looks at the car's inside.)  

GREG:  Looks like the interior's been cleaned.  I'll call auto transport and
have them tow it back to the lot.

(Robert Rhoda takes his cell phone out and starts snapping photos of the car.)

SOFIA CURTIS:  Mr. Rhoda, what are you doing?

ROBERT RHODA:  I'm documenting my loss.  I'm filing for crime victim

(Sofia doesn't say anything.  She glances over at Greg, who smiles and shakes
his head.)  




(Hodges takes the cap off the container and removes the paint sample inside.  He
processes the sample.)  

(He makes a resin cube around the paint sample and processes it.)

(He places the cube under the scope and looks at it.)  


(Hodges smiles.)



(Grissom walks out of his office looking at a photo from a file folder when Greg
catches him to report his findings.)  

GREG:  Grissom?  Hodges confirmed the paint transfer on the Ferrari is a black
acrylic enamel.

GRISSOM:  That doesn't narrow it down much.

GREG:  Well, it gets better.  It's a GM paint, with traces of fiberglass-
reinforced plastic.  Which means, we're looking for a black Corvette.

GRISSOM:  I'll have Brass put out a broadcast.  Nick ran the vic's credit card.  
"Sheritown, Inc." is based in L.A., run by a guy named Mick Sheridan.  I'm going
to meet him at the PD.

GREG:  Mick Sheridan the movie producer?  I grew up watching his action
blockbusters  -car chases, ninjas, cyborg death machines.  We used to make body
armor out of tinfoil, and re-enact the scene all over the neighborhood.  What
about you? You were a green beret kid?  Secret agent?

GRISSOM:  I'm not telling.  And stay away from my tinfoil.

(Grissom walks out of camera frame, leaving Greg behind.  Greg smiles.)




(Grissom and Brass meet with Mike Sheridan, the movie producer.)  

MICK SHERIDAN:  I'm sick about this.  Of all kids.  Jeff.  I can't stop crying.

BRASS:  You want something to drink?

MICK SHERIDAN: Oh, thanks, uh ... (He looks to the officer standing on the side
of the room.)  Small Pellegrino, room temperature.

(The officer moves away.  Brass and Grissom exchange looks.)

GRISSOM:  Mr. Sheridan, can you tell us anything about this girl?

(Grissom shows the photo of Heidi Wolff to him.)

MICK SHERIDAN:  I don't know her.   Jeff must have met her here.  I loved him
like a son.  Smart.  Hard-working.  I hired him right out of law school.

GRISSOM:  What kind of work did he do for you?

MICK SHERIDAN:  An assistant.  He wanted to learn from the bottom up, like I

BRASS:  Oh, right, he used to be an actor.

MICK SHERIDAN:  Yeah. But I had a nasty habit -- I wanted to eat regularly.  And
didn't want to work as a waiter to do it.

GRISSOM:  Did Jeff have any nasty habits?

(Mike Sheridan turns and looks at Grissom.)  

GRISSOM:  We found several different drugs in his bloodstream.

BRASS:  What was Jeff doing Las Vegas?

MICK SHERIDAN:  Um ... about a month ago, when he was making copies of my
divorce settlement, he spotted a provision that my wife's lawyer had rephrased.  
My lawyers had missed it.  He saved me millions of dollars.  So to thank him, I
gave him a vacation.

BRASS:  You give him any cash?

MICK SHERIDAN:  Couple hundred bucks, corporate credit card.  Told him to have

GRISSOM:  Fun, huh?

MICK SHERIDAN:  (nods)  Yeah.  I'll be regretting that for the rest of my life.





(Greg is in a black Corvett dusting for fingerprints.  Sara walks in carrying a

SARA:  I guess the broadcast paid off.  Black Corvette.

GREG:  Parking enforcement found it abandoned off Durango near Russell.

SARA:  Right between the pool hall and the Palermo?

(Greg tape-lifts some prints off the steering wheel.)  

GREG:  Yup.

(Sara snaps photos of the damage to the car.)  

SARA:  This would have been impossible to drive away.

(Finished, Greg gets up and moves away from the car.)  

GREG:  Yeah.  Bummer.

SARA:  Please tell me there's something more to this guys and cars thing beside
the obvious penis-extension metaphors.

GREG:  So you want me to lie?

(Sara goes back to snapping photos of the damage to the car.  Greg picks up his
own camera and looks at the car damage to the back bumper.)  

(Camera zooms in for a CU of the paint transfer.)  

GREG:  Red paint transfer.

(Greg lifts the camera and focuses.)  



(Jeffrey Powell is driving the Ferrari with the blonde in the passenger seat.  
The black Corvette speeds up and overtakes him.)

(Suddenly, the black Corvette brakes.  The red Ferrari slams into the black
Corvette's back bumper.)  

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

GREG:  I'll get a sample to Hodges.  See if he can match this to the Ferrari.

(Sara checks the glove compartment and finds a receipt.)  

SARA:  It's a rental.

GREG:  Extravagant Automobiles?

SARA:  No. Zenith?

GREG:  Yeah, night to be in the car-rental business.

SARA:  Driver's name is Randy Bolen.  Local address.  Let's go talk to him.




(Sofia Curtis looks through the file folder as Randy Bolen waits.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  "Randy Bolen.  Misdemeanor possession, assault, felony possession
for sales ... " you can't help but break the law, can you?  What's with the

(Randy Bolen doesn't say anything.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  Well, you got that bruise somehow.  Want me to add leaving the
scene of an accident to the list?

RANDY BOLEN:  It was a fender bender.  Not my fault.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Sure about that?


SOFIA CURTIS:  Because your car and the Ferrari were both rented.

RANDY BOLEN:  (scoffs)  So what? It's a coincidence.

SOFIA CURTIS:  You're a local.  Why did you need to rent a car?

RANDY BOLEN:  I can't afford one all the time, so I rent one when I can.

SOFIA CURTIS:  What were you doing all night before your fender bender?  

RANDY BOLEN:  What was I doing?  I was shooting pool.  Place called the ... the

SOFIA CURTIS:  How'd you play?  Did you win any money?

RANDY BOLEN:  You know, you win some, you lose some.

(Quick flashback to:  [INT. CUE-T (POOL HALL) - NIGHT]

(Randy Bolen plays a game of pool with Jeffrey Powell as Heidi Wolff watches.)  


(Jeffrey Powell sinks in ball after ball after ball.  The crowd gathered around
the billiard table is impressed.)  

(Finally, the last black ball goes into the hole.  The crowd applauds and

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  I guess that would be lose some.  How much?

RANDY BOLEN:  Ten grand.

SOFIA CURTIS:  That's a lot of money for a guy like you.


(Jeffrey Powell takes the cash off the pool table and leaves with Heidi Wolff.  
As they leave, Jeffrey Powell looks back at Randy Bolen.  Randy glares back and
slams his cue stick on the table as he follows them.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

RANDY BOLEN:  I've had worse nights.

SOFIA CURTIS:  (chuckles)  Yeah, I'm sure you have.  You're having one now.

(She opens the file folder and shows him the photo of Jeffrey and Heidi in the

SOFIA CURTIS:  These the guys you played?

(He looks at the photo, then looks at Sofia.)  


SOFIA CURTIS:  Now, there's a coincidence, because they were in the Ferrari,
which makes you a very sore loser.

(Quick flash to:  [EXT. STREET - NIGHT]  The Corvette guns its engine as it
catches up with the red Ferrari.  The Corvette pulls up alongside the Ferrari.  
Jeffrey Powell turns and sees Randy Bolen driving the Corvette.  Randy pushes
the car into the Ferrari, forcing him to sway away.)

(Still speeding alongside the Ferrari, Randy overtakes Jeffrey.  Once in front,
he slams on the brakes.  The Ferrari hits the back of the Corvette.  Randy turns
the Corvette completely around,  allowing the damaged Ferrari to speed past.)

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

RANDY BOLEN:  Okay.  So I rubbed him a little.  It was a stupid thing to do.  

SOFIA CURTIS:  Not as stupid as killing him.

RANDY BOLEN:  What, that kid-- he's dead?


(Randy sits back in his seat, thinking.  He shakes his head, then looks at

RANDY BOLEN:  I want a lawyer.



(Nick and Sofia walk through the hallway as she reports to him.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  According to his record, Randy Bolen used to be a professional
stunt driver.

NICK: Must not have been a very good one.

SOFIA CURTIS:  He teaches at that track off Boulder Highway where middle-aged
guys get to act out their Grand Prix fantasies.

NICK:  Mm-hmm, okay.  A guy like that gets beat by a punk kid on the street it's
gonna be an assault on his manhood.

SOFIA CURTIS:  He's got a temper.

NICK:  Okay. I'll see if I can place him at the hotel.  I'll let you know.

(Nick turns and heads into the A/V Lab.)  


(Nick finds Archie in front of the monitors.)  

NICK:  Hey, Arch.


NICK:  Surveillance footage from the Palermo?

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Yeah.  I just found something really interesting.

(Archie is reviewing footage from the CASINO FLOOR - POKER, CAM 06 at 7:38.)

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Now, that's the blonde from the elevator.

(He switches to CAM 09, CASINO FLOOR - SLOTS, following Heidi Wolff as she walks
along the casino.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  There she is again.  And here's Jeff Powell.

(He switches to another camera where Jeff Powell is sitting at the bar having a

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  This is where his evening begins, when he meets her for the
first time.

(On the monitor, Heidi sits down next to Jeff and takes out a tissue.  She dabs
at her nose, obviously crying.)  

NICK:  Ooh.  She didn't look too happy.


(On the monitor, a bartender puts a glass of wine on the counter in front of
her.  She digs into her purse.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Keep watching when she points at something.  Keep your eyes on
her wine.

(She points to something for Jeff to look at.  He turns and looks.  She pulls
the glass of wine to the edge of the counter, then knocks it over with her bag,
spilling the drink on Jeff's pants.)

(Nick smiles.)  

NICK:  You think that was on purpose?

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Well, sure looks that way.  Take a look at this.

(Archie enhances Heidi's open purse.  She's got a stack of cash in her bag.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Girl was loaded.

NICK:  It's safe to say she wasn't after him for his money.



(Sara enters the office, knocking on the door first.)  

SARA:  Hey.

(Catherine looks up from the computer as Sara takes a seat at her desk.)  


SARA:  Warrants came through on the rental agreements.

CATHERINE: Jeff Powell went a little crazy with his corporate card and rented
the Ferrari himself?

SARA:  No.  Heidi Wolff rented it.  The reservation was held in her name by a
company called Caprice Unlimited.  This is where it gets interesting.  Caprice
Unlimited also rented Randy Bolen's Corvette.

CATHERINE:  What kind of business is it?

SARA:  All I know so far is that they're unlisted.

CATHERINE:  Well, nothing's entirely unlisted these days.

(Catherine,, enters CAPRICE UNLIMITED into SYPDER FINDER to
run a search.)  

CATHERINE:  Caprice Unlimited.

(Sara waits.)  

SARA:  Mm-hmm.

(Search results show:  CAPRICE UNLIMITED, "Anything is Possible", at  Catherine hits enter.)  

(The home page appears:
     Anything is Possible

CATHERINE:  "Caprice Unlimited."  "Anything is possible."  (nods)  Sounds like a
sex business.

(She reaches for the phone.  Sara smiles, amused.)  

SARA:  What are you going to say?

CATHERINE:  Uh, something other than, "a guy is dead, and it looks like you're

MALE VOICE:  (answering machine)  You've reached Caprice Unlimited.  Leave a
message; we shall call you.  

CATHERINE:  Not taking calls.

(Catherine hangs up without leaving a message.  Sara thinks.)  

SARA:  Let's see if they're making any.



(Sara is at the computer, a CELLULAR FREQUENCY LOCATOR form on screen.  She
ENTERS the CELLULAR NUMBER:  702-55-0104.)

(ON THE LAPTOP SCREEN:  A map of the area appears with cellular towers in red
and various colored grids for each tower in green or blue.)

(A RED indicator appears at an address.)  

(Camera zooms in and a second FIELD pops up:

(Sara enters the address into the field:  20511 FARNUM ROAD.)  



(OPEN on a lantern with painted panels hanging from the ceiling.  Very

(CAMERA moves down and we find Grissom and Sara entering the entryway through
the front gates.)  

(They walk through the main hallway with various dark-haired female artwork on
the walls.  Two uniformed officers enter the gates behind them.)

SARA:  Triangulation's consistent.  Caprice Unlimited made the calls from this
address.  According to the building manager, Caprice is only renting it for two

(Grissom and Sara pass through the walkway and enter the courtyard gardens.)  


(It's like stepping into another world.  A woman playing a biwa sits on the
concrete bench on the side.  Large circular red and yellow lanterns are strewn
up along the garden, a large Koi pond graces the center of the yard.)

(Grissom and Sara cross the walkway over the pond and head further into the
courtyard.  Two Japanese girls are off to the side, one brushing the hair of the

(At the end of the garden is a small room with shoji doors.  Inside the room, a
man holds a string of pearls against a young Oriental woman's bare shoulder.  
The woman is kneeling in front of him.  Grissom watches them.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  (o.s.)  No, not quite.

(The man moves over to the second young Oriental woman and holds the string of
pearls against her bare shoulder.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  (o.s.)  Oh, yes.  Perfect.  

(Grissom turns and looks at Sara.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  (o.s.)  You two, go get your costumes and find out what's
expected of you.  (to third woman remaining behind)  Why don't you wait for me

(The two young Oriental women exit the room and walk past Grissom and Sara.  
Grissom watches them leave.  Anthony Caprice exits the room and looks at Grissom
and Sara.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  I'm sorry.  This is a private residence.

GRISSOM:  My name is Gil Grissom; this is Sara Sidle.  We're with the Crime Lab.

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  Anthony Caprice.  There's no crime here.  (off their looks)  
That was a job interview.  Over $150,000 has been spent on this event.  It's for
several golf club salesmen.  They're from Kansas City.  Japanese formality will
mesh very nicely with their inherent Midwestern restraint.  

(At that, Sara smirks and turns around to look at the Oriental women brushing
their hair in the back of the courtyard behind them.  Anthony Caprice watches
Sara.  She turns and looks at him.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  (continues)  Their idealized women -- submissive, but in
control ... (He looks at Sara.)  ... becomes the geisha.

(Grissom notices Anthony Caprice watching Sara.)  

GRISSOM:  I get it.  You're one of those companies that stages fantasies, right?  
Everything appears real, but it's all been worked out in advance?

(Sara looks at Grissom.  Anthony Caprice turns his attention back to Sara.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  These scenarios take weeks to craft.  I learn everything ...
(He turns and looks at Grissom.)  ... about my client's wants and his desires,
all without him even knowing.

(Grissom glances at Sara.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  Secret longings -- they have a ... a kind of electricity.  
They're often much more visible than we would want them to be.

GRISSOM:  (beat, then)  And, uh, Jeff Powell's evening -- the girl, the car, the
billiards -- all paid for by Mick Sheridan?  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  (shakes his head)  Never heard of him.

SARA:  Who did pay?

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  A benefactor.  Wishes to remain anonymous.

(Anthony Caprice takes out his PDA.  The screen shows a client list:  

(He clicks on JEFF POWELL'S name.)  

GRISSOM:  Somebody rich who likes to manipulate people probably.

(A list appears on the PDA.  He clicks on PRINT and PRINTS the entire SCRIPT.)  

(The printer prints out the script.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  Everybody likes to be in control.  You don't have to be rich
to want that.

(He walks past them and over to the printer table.)

SARA:  If you're so law-abiding, why did Heidi Wolff and Randy Bolen lie to the
police about what happened?  Did you tell them to do that?

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  All my employees have a very strict non-disclosure agreement
that they have to sign, although, I'd never expect them to lie to the police.  
Maybe you just asked them the wrong questions.  

(He turns around and hands Sara the script pages.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  Here's a copy of Mr. Powell's scenario.  Every event that they
talked about was meticulously planned in advance and timed down to the minute.

GRISSOM:  And his murder?

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  Tragic.  (shakes his head)  But it's not in my script.  (then)  
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hot tub to calibrate.

(He starts to leave.  He turns around and looks at Grissom and Sara.)  

ANTHONY CAPRICE:  Oh.  And may all your dreams come true.

(He turns away and leaves.)

(Camera holds on Grissom and Sara.)  





(Brass walks Mick Sheridan through the hallway.)  

MICK SHERIDAN:  Well, I hope this means you know what happened to Jeff.  That's
the first time that the tower yanked back my Gulfstream on takeoff.

BRASS:  No kidding.  Well, there's always a first for everything.  

(Brass points to the interview room.)  

BRASS:  We can talk in here.

MICK SHERIDAN:  Something wrong with your office?



(Brass interviews Mick Sheridan.)  

BRASS:  You seem to have bad luck with the people who work for you.

MICK SHERIDAN:  If that's a joke, it's in pretty poor taste.

BRASS:  Three years ago, you were busted with an eight ball of cocaine in your
luggage.  You claimed that your personal assistant had planted it.

MICK SHERIDAN:  That's because he did.  The charges against me were dropped.  
The poor kid had a serious problem.  I got him into a program.  Understand he's
doing better now.

BRASS:  I hear you bought him a car to shut him up and take the rap.

MICK SHERIDAN:  The media spins everything ...

(Brass holds up a hand.)  

BRASS:  The media.  We found an ounce of cocaine in Jeff Powell's personal
effects.  He was buying drugs for you.

MICK SHERIDAN:  I don't do drugs.  And I had no idea that Jeff had a drug

BRASS:  Last time, you bought a car, this time, an elaborate fantasy to shut him
up.  The problem is, he's dead.  And that makes you responsible.

MICK SHERIDAN:  Captain Brass ... you've seen too many of my movies.  I'd like
to call my attorney now.




     5:00 PM / HEIDI + RANDY /
          -Drive to 20511 Fornum Rd.
          -HEIDI collects $7,000 cash for evening.
          -RANDY collects $12,000 cash for evening.

     6:00 PM / HEIDI /
          -Rent reserved Ferrari at Extravagant Automobile Rentals
          -Drive to Palermo.  Utilize valet parking.  Tip at least $20.

     7:00 PM / RANDY /
          -Rent reserved Corvette at Zenith Rental Cars.
          -Drive to Cue-T.  Play pool and wait for HEIDI to arrive.

     7:15 PM / HEIDI /
          -SUBJECT has been told the scene at Palermo begins at the casino bar.
          -SUBJECT believes "early bird gets the worm."
          -Confirm sub-rosa he is there.  Then proceed with ...

     7:15 PM / HEIDI /
          -Enter the Palermo bar and negotiate close proximity
          -Act upset.  Point out random high roller as abusive


(Grissom, Catherine, Nick and Sara are standing around the table, putting a
timeline together.)  

SARA:  The script for Jeff's fantasy starts with Heidi and Randy renting the
cars at 6:00 P.M.  Then it says Randy drives the Corvette to the Cue-T and

CATHERINE:  And Heidi takes the Ferrari.  Finds Jeff at the Palermo bar.

(She pulls the photo video cam still of Heidi and Jeff at the bar closer to her.  
The still is for the CASINO BAR, CAM 11, at 7:44.  The still ANIMATES into LIVE
ACTION as they continue to narrate through the script.)  


(Heidi sits down next to Jeff and appears to be upset.)

SARA:  (v.o.)  (reading)  Her instructions were:  "Act upset.  Make up story
about abusive high roller boyfriend.  Allow Jeff to offer comfort."

HEIDI WOLFF:  (reacting)  Sorry.  I'm really okay.  (off his look)  No, I'm not.

JEFF POWELL:  Anything I can do for you?

HEIDI WOLFF:  It's my damn boyfriend.


NICK:  Any guy would help a beautiful woman in distress, right?  

GRISSOM: Some guys are intimidated by beauty ...

(Camera cuts to Sara watching Grissom.)

GRISSOM:  ... or fear rejection.  Evidently, Caprice knew Jeff well enough to
know he'd want to help her.

(Nick nods.)  

(Sara reads the script.)  

SARA:  (reading)   Heidi's next instructions were to repay subject's kindness by
buying drink."

CATHERINE:  Which she then accidentally spills on his clothes.

(CUT TO:  The victim's jacket and clothes on hangers with wine stains on them.)  

(Camera moves over and we find Jeff dressing in the dressing room.  He's
buckling up his belt.)  

CATHERINE:  (v.o.)  Insists on buying him a new outfit, one that he couldn't
afford on his own.

(Heidi kneels in front of Jeff and helps him put his belt on.  Jeff's enjoying
every moment of it.)

(CUT TO:  Heidi hands Jeff the money to pay for the clothes.)

SARA:  (v.o.)  Everything was scripted down to the minute -- the clothes, ...

(CU:  The cue stick makes contact with the white ball, chalk dust spattering on
the table felt.)  

SARA:  (v.o.)  ... the Cue-T, ...

(CUT TO:  Jeff and Heidi speeding in the Ferrari.)  

SARA:  (v.o.)  ... the car.

(End of flashbacks.)  


GRISSOM:  Sheridan told Caprice that Jeff had been shooting pool since he was a
kid.  So betting on and winning a big money game was probably just part of the

NICK:  Yeah, and he was a NASCAR fan.  So the whole staged car chase, narrow
getaway was everything he dreamed about.

CATHERINE:  As was the partying in his hotel room.  And the sex.

(Sara checks the script.)  

SARA:  Not quite.  According to the script, "your employment ends with the good-
night kiss.  You are not requested to perform, nor compensated for, any activity
you initiate beyond this point.  

(Quick flash to:  Jefff and Heidi are in bed.)  

SARA:  (v.o.)  Should nature take its course, you are on your own."

(Heidi smiles at Jeff.)  

JEFF:  C'mere.

(End of flashback.  Resume to scene.)  

(Grissom looks at Sara.)  

GRISSOM:  So the staged fantasy ended at Jeff's hotel room.

(Sara nods.)  

GRISSOM:  Which means he was off script when he was killed.

(Again, Sara nods.)  

NICK:  I don't get it.  After a night like that, I would have felt like
Superman.  Why leave the girl?


[INT. CSI - A/V LAB]  

(Grissom sits next to Archie Johnson.)    

GRISSOM:  The victim got to the shopping arcade fifteen minutes after he got off
the elevator.  It's not that long a walk. I need to know what he was doing
during that time.

(Archie goes to the monitors and finds Jeff back in the casino room at 3:17.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  There's your guy.

(Archie switches cameras and shows Jeff pointing and talking with someone off

GRISSOM:  Whatever he's reacting to is off camera.  (Grissom checks the casino
map.)  Somewhere in the direction of the baccarat tables.

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  When the blonde came up to the vic in the bar the first time,
she pointed in that same direction.

GRISSOM:  What's going on over there?

(Archie checks the security cameras.  He shows a man playing with the dealer.)

GRISSOM: He's playing solo with the dealer.  That's ten or twenty thousand a
hand.  Guy's a whale.

(Jeff walks up to the man at the table.  Two security guards stop him.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Your vic's really going at him.

(Grissom thinks about it.)  

GRISSOM:  You know, Heidi was only supposed to tell a story about a high roller
boyfriend.  Maybe she actually picked somebody out.

(Archie groans and stands up.  He starts stomping his feet, trying to get his
circulation going again.)  

GRISSOM:  What are you doing?

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  I've been looking at video three days solid now.  My butt fell

(Archie goes to look at the monitors again and sees something.)

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Wait a second.  I've seen those guys behind him somewhere else.

(He thinks about it, then switches to another camera, the SHOPPING ENTRANCE.)  


(On the monitors, Jeff leaves the lobby.)  

ARCHIE JOHNSON:  Jeff went from the casino to shopping arcade, and right behind
him ... there they are.  Same guys.

(The monitor shows the two security guys following Jeff out of the arcade.)  

(Archie puts the three video shots from the various cameras up on the screen.)  

GRISSOM:  Well, call me Ishmael.


GRISSOM:  You need to read more, Arch.




(Grissom, Catherine and Sofia Curtis walk through the casino.)  

GRISSOM:  Jeff was a winner at everything he tried that night.

SOFIA CURTIS:  And he was falling in love.

CATHERINE:  Which can make a guy do some pretty stupid things.  So anytime more
than $10,000 hits the table, the casino's required to ID the player.  

GRISSOM:  Which may help us harpoon the whale.


(The dark-suited MALE PIT BOSS walks up to them.)  

PIT BOSS:  What's the occasion?

SOFIA CURTIS:  We're investigating the death of the young man on the casino's
loading dock.

(Grissom shows the pit boss the photo of the baccarat player.)  

GRISSOM:  Are you familiar with this guy?

PIT BOSS:  That's Dennis Kim.  Flies in four, five times a year from Seoul to
play baccarat.  Very generous player.  We reserve a table exclusively for him
while he's in town.

SOFIA CURTIS:  He still in town?

PIT BOSS:  Yeah.  He's at his table right now.


(The pit boss escorts Grissom, Catherine and Sofia Curtis to the baccarat table.  
His two bodyguards stand close behind him.)  

PIT BOSS:  There's Mr. Kim, right there.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Mr. Kim, we need to speak with you for a moment.

(Dennis Kim turns and looks at them.)  


SOFIA CURTIS:  Do you recognize this man?

(She hands him the elevator photo of Jeff Powell.  He looks at the photo and
shakes his head.)  


CATHERINE:  He's dead.

GRISSOM:  Just before he died, he was talking to you.

(Dennis Kim sighs and looks at the photo again.)  

DENNIS KIM:  Oh, yes, I remember him.  He was shouting about some girl.



(Mr. Kim is playing baccarat when Jeff Powell walks up to him.)  

JEFF POWELL:  Hey you!  Hey! Guess what?  

(One of the bodyguards steps forward and pushes Jeff Powell back away from
Dennis Kim.)

JEFF POWELL:  Heidi, she doesn't need you or your money anymore, man.  That's
right. Because she has everything she needs now -- love and respect.  So you go
ahead and play your little card game.  All right?  'Cause you the playa.  But
I'm the man.  The man.

(End of flashback.)  


DENNIS KIM:  Crazy boy.

(Catherine picks up the photo and shows it to the bodyguards.)  

CATHERINE:  Did you guys see where he went?

(The bodyguards don't look at the photo.)  

DENNIS KIM:  (in Korean)

BODYGUARD 1:  (in Korean)

(Catherine looks down at the bodyguard's shoes and sees the white paint smudge
on it.)  

CATHERINE:  Well, we're gonna need to take those shoes.  (to Grissom)  White

DENNIS KIM:  And if I don't permit this?

GRISSOM:  We'll just hold your men until we get a warrant.

(Kim thinks about it for a moment, then --

DENNIS KIM:  (in Korean)

(The bodyguards look puzzled, then start removing their shoes.  Grissom puts his
kit on the table.)  

GRISSOM:  Kamsahamnida.  [Translated:  Thank you.]

DENNIS KIM:  (in Korean)

(The bodyguards remove their shoes.)  



(Catherine examines the bodyguards' shoes.  She scans the shoe into the
computer.  She prints the shoeprint on a transparency.)

(She puts that shoe aside.  She picks up the white paint-smudged shoe and looks
at it under the enhancer, then scans that shoeprint into the computer as well.  
She prints it out on a transparency.)

(She puts the morgue photo of Jeff Powell's neck on the table.  She places the
transparency over the neck.  It is not a match.  She places the other
transparency over the neck and finds a match to the bruises.)



(The bodyguards are roughing Jeff up in the corridor leading to the docking

CATHERINE:  (v.o.)  The bodyguards dragged Jeff through the service corridor.  

(The bodyguards push Jeff outside.)

CATHERINE:  (v.o.)  Between the drugs and the confidence, he must've put up
quite a fight.

(They toss him to the ground.  He gets up.)  


(He punches the bigger bodyguard in the face.  The second bodyguard kicks Jeff
in the neck.)  

(End of flashback.)  


(Grissom, Catherine, Greg and Sara are sitting at the table as they go over the

CATHERINE:  Most likely, he was still alive when they left.  They probably
thought they just had taught him a lesson.

GRISSOM:  They did:  Don't confuse fantasy with reality.

(Silent, Sara looks at Grissom.  Their eyes meet.  She smiles slightly.)  

GREG:  Well, hush money or not, you have to admit that whole fantasy night thing
was a pretty cool gift from a very generous boss.

(Grissom looks surprised by that remark.)  

SARA:  Greg, don't you have a birthday coming up?

GREG:  Why, yes, Sara, I do.

(Sara turns and smiles at Grissom.  He looks back at her.)  

CATHERINE:  I'm thinking ear-shredding rock, a beautiful model, boatloads of
sushi and ... latex?

GREG:  Eh, that was last year.

(Sara suppresses a smile.)  

GRISSOM:  I think fantasies are best kept private.

(He looks at Sara.  Camera holds a beat on Sara.)  

(Nick enters the room.)  

NICK:  Hey.  Want to know why Jeff left the girl and went downstairs?


NICK:  This was dropped off at the Palermo.  Manager sent it over.

(Nick opens the jewelry case and shows the diamond bracelet inside.  Everyone
leans to look at the bracelet.)  

CATHERINE:  Nice rocks.

NICK:  Mm-hmm.  Jeff must have spent the ten g's he won playing pool on it.

(Grissom listens and glances over at Sara.)  

NICK:  Gift wrapped, never picked it up.

CATHERINE:  Yeah, there was a jewelry store right across from the service corridor entrance.

(Quick flashback to:  [INT. JEWELERS - NIGHT]  The clerk brings out the bracelet as Jeff takes out the cash and counts the bills.)  

JEFF POWELL:  (excited)  Most I ever spent on a girl.

(Through the glass window, we see the two bodyguards standing out in the arcade and watching Jeff.)  

JEFF POWELL:  Most I ever held in my hand at one time.

(He continues to count the cash.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to scene.)  

NICK:  You know, the biggest fantasy in Vegas is that everything here happens by chance.  Nothing here happens by chance.  The odds are set before you get off the plane.

(Nick closes the jewelry case and turns to leave.)  

GREG:  You know, I'd settle for a birthday breakfast.

(Hint. Hint.  Greg closes the file folder in front of him and glances slyly at Catherine.  Catherine picks up her cup and stands up.)  

CATHERINE:  Now that is a fantasy.

(Catherine and Greg leave the room.  Grissom and Sara remain behind.  Sara looks up smiling and finds Grissom looking at her.)  

(Their eyes meet.) 



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