CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION 6X05: GUM DROPS ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 10/20/2005 TRANSCRIBED FROM CBS Written by SARAH GOLDFINGER Directed by RICHARD J. LEWIS Transcript by Intrepid Courtesy of http://www.kilohoku.com/ Do not archive this transcript without permission from the Transcriptionist. RATING: TV-14-V HDTV 5.1 SURROUND ========================== DISCLAIMER: ========================== "CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION" and other related entities are owned, (TM) and (c) by ANTHONY E. ZUIKER, JERRY BRUCKHEIMER Television, CBS Worldwide Inc., Alliance Atlantis Corporation, CSI Productions and CBS Productions, All Rights Reserved. For Fair Use, for entertainment and for educational purposes only. This transcript was made without their permission, approval, authorization or endorsement. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of this material in any form is expressly prohibited. It is absolutely forbidden to use it for commercial gain. CONDITIONS OF USE: (1) Do not alter the content of this file. (2) Leave the headers/disclaimers intact because it lists all those who have made this transcript possible for your enjoyment. (3) Provide a link back to the site where this file originated: http://www.kilohoku.com/ Contact the Transcriptionist at (intrepidly002@yahoo.com) ========================== SUMMARY: Nick leads as the team investigates the disappearance of an entire family. The blood evidence left behind suggests that all four family members are dead; however, Nick believes that the youngest daughter is still alive. ========================== CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION 6X05: GUM DROPS ========================== FADE IN. [EXT. VARIOUS LAS VEGAS CITY (STOCK) -- NIGHT] (Various dissolves of the camera pulling away from the city and into a small town.) [EXT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - NIGHT] (Except for a couple of lights on, the house is dark and in a quiet neighborhood. The sound of crickets chirp over the whistling wind.) (Dissolve to: Camera moves slowly up the front steps toward the front door. There's no sign of movement in the house.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) They came to ... my house. DISSOLVE TO: [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - FOYER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS] CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) They had a fight. (In the foyer, we see the large puddle of blood and messy footprints on the floor and on the stairs. There are no bodies.) FADE TO: (Camera pans over the items on the desk in disarray.) (It moves continuously over to the foyer table filled with framed photos of various smiling family members.) (Camera moves over the photos and across the tossed room to the mantle with more framed photos of various smiling family members.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) They couldn't find what they were looking for. (Camera swings around and zooms over to the dining table with a plate of food on it and other items in disarray.) (Camera lingers on more bloodied prints going from one room to another. The camera turns and goes back to the foyer. It lingers on the pool of blood near an abandoned red sneaker.) (The camera moves up the stairs to the second floor bedroom. We see into the master bedroom. The camera turns and heads over to the little girl's room.) (Inside, we find Nick standing at the foot of a little girl's heart-framed bed. He stares at the unmade bed. The window above it is open, the light breeze moving the wispy curtains.) CUT TO: [EXT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - FRONT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS] (Sheriff Brackett stands near the front porch as an officer looks around the grounds.) (Behind him, the door opens and Nick exits the house to join him.) NICK: Sheriff? Who, uh ... who called it in? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Anonymous 911. (Nick nods.) SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Listen, we haven't had a murder in all of Lincoln County in ten years, let alone a quadruple. NICK: Without the bodies, I can't confirm there was a murder. SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: No offense, Mr. Stokes, but did you see the amount of blood in that house? Somebody's dead. NICK: What do you know about the family? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Jude McBride -- great guy, stay-at-home dad. Nina owns a local coffee shop. Jeremy's a junior in high school, smart kid. Ten- year-old daughter, Cassie. Pip-squeak. NICK: Sounds like all that's missing is the white picket fence, huh? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Yeah. We don't even know where to start looking. (The sheriff looks out at the group of officers combing through the grounds with their flashlights in the dark.) NICK: Begin at the beginning. WHITE FLASH TO: END OF TEASER ROLL TITLE CREDITS (COMMERCIAL SET) FADE IN. [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE -- MORNING] (Various dissolves of individual framed photos of a happy couple and smiling children. In the background, we see Nick.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) I loved my family. (Final photo is of Cassie McBride.) (Nick is looking at a particular family photo - Jude McBride has his arm around his wife's shoulders in an easy manner, Jeremy stands next to Cassie making rabbit ears with his fingers on the back of her head. They're all smiling in an easy manner.) (He continues to look around the room.) CUT TO: [EXT. ROAD - DAY] (An SUV travels along the long road. Sara takes the exit to her right. She continues driving - over a bridge, through a small town.) CUT TO: [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - KITCHEN -- MORNING] (Nick is in the kitchen leaning over the counter and looking at the coffee machine.) (Sara walks in carrying two cups - one of coffee, one with tea. She notes the bloody prints on the floor. We hear the coffee machine perking.) (She walks into the kitchen.) SARA: Are we having a Taster's Choice moment? (Nick turns and looks at her.) SARA: Grissom called me from the airport. He's teaching a human remains recovery class at the body farm. He said you needed backup, and I figure you needed coffee, but ... looks like you already took care of it. NICK: Oh, no. No, I didn't do it. Coffeemaker's programmed to go on Monday through Friday. (The timer on the coffee maker reads 6:00.) SARA: So, somebody cleaned up Friday's coffee and reset it to go off today? (She looks around the kitchen and sees the place a mess. All the cupboards are open, the drawers are open and some things are on the floor.) NICK: You'd have to be alive to do that. SARA: Which means whatever happened here happened over the weekend. NICK: Blood pools are dry, so, crime scene's at least 12 hours old. [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - FOYER -- MORNING] (Nick leads Sara into the main hall.) NICK: There were at least three major blood events -- Here ... here ... and up the stairs. Without the bodies, we'll have to confirm the source of the blood through DNA comparison. SARA: I'll collect toothbrushes, hairbrushes ... you know, it's possible it wasn't the family that died here. NICK: The sheriff confirmed the McBrides' cars are parked out front, and their cell phones, car keys, wallets are all right there. (Sara turns and looks at the things on the hallway table.) SARA: Can't get far without those. NICK: Mm. (Sara turns and looks around.) SARA: It would also seem to eliminate robbery as a motive. NICK: Yeah. (Warrick and Greg walk into the house. Warrick takes it in.) WARRICK: (exhales) What a mess. GREG: If you're not gonna clean it up ... why take the bodies? WARRICK: Yeah. Well, I'm gonna start upstairs. (Warrick heads for the stairs.) GREG: I'll take outside. CUT TO: [EXT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE -- MORNING] (Greg is on the outside of the house examining the window. He tries to open it, then takes several photos of it.) [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE -- MORNING] (Dissolve to: Sara makes her way down the stairs carrying plastic bags with shoes in them. Nick is on the base of the stairs looking through a camera set up on a tripod. He takes several photos of one of the blood pools.) (Dissolve to: Nick marks the shoe prints with colored circle stickers. He places a yellow sticker next to one of the shoe prints.) (Several dissolves of Nick continuing to mark the shoe prints throughout the room.) (Dissolve to: Near the outside doorway, Sara puts a measuring ruler down near a print. She notes it down in her log: shoeprint size 11.5 multiple prints shoeprint size 10.5 ) (Dissolve to: Nick swabs some blood on the stairs. He caps the swab tip and puts it in the box.) (Dissolve to: Sara lifts the shoe print. She looks up and stands up.) SARA: Based on their shoes, dad wore a nine-and-a-half, mom wore a nine. Jeremy wore an eight-and-a-half, and Cassie wore a one. (Nick notes the size of the shoe print he's working on.) NICK: There is that men's nine-and-a-half between blood pool number one and blood pool number two. SARA: And the barefoot print on the stairs looks smaller. NICK: Yeah, they're consistent with the mom, size nine. No matches to Jeremy or Cassie, though. SARA: Let's just assume they were shot. Maybe they were shot first. There's no blood to step in if you're first. (Quick flash of: Cassie opens the door and someone shoots her. End of flash.) SARA: Or mom could have grabbed Cassie up, try to take her away from it all. (Quick flash of: Nina McBride grabs Cassie and runs up the stairs.) SARA: (v.o.) Bullet penetrated both bodies. (Someone fires one bullet and hits them both. Nina falls to her knees. End of flash.) NICK: Could explain why there are only three blood pools. SARA: There are three other sets of shoeprints. One size 12, two size 11. (Nick looks down at the blue-stickered shoe prints on the floor. He also notes the white-stickered shoe prints.) SARA: Two of the sets appear to be going back and forth from the kitchen area to the front door. One set, and only one set, headed upstairs for the bedrooms. (We note the yellow-stickered shoe prints up the stairs.) NICK: I'll go up there and see what I can find. CUT TO: [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - SECOND FLOOR -- MASTER BEDROOM -- MORNING] (Warrick opens the bag and takes out a JIMMY BUFFET shirt.) (Nick makes his way cautiously up the stairs.) (Warrick opens the bedside table and finds a gun inside. He takes several photos of the drawer's contents.) DISSOLVE TO: [EXT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE -- MORNING] (Sheriff Brackett's deputies are out in the yard looking around.) (Greg snaps a couple of photos of a tire print in the dirt.) GREG: Sheriff Brackett ... did your deputies drive anything up here with a hitch? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: No. Why? GREG: I got an odd-sized tread here. (Greg stands up and looks around the area. He finds some weed. He picks it up, then puts it back down. He looks around and finds some Bubblicious gum near the front walk. He snaps some photos of it.) [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE -- MORNING] (Inside, Nick snaps some photos of bloodstains on the carpet. He walks over to the bed and finds some hair strands. He snaps photos of it.) (He puts it in a bindle.) (Nick leans down under the bed and finds a plate with half-eaten bread on it, a bottle of cough medicine and a shoe.) (He shines his light under the bed and visualizes seeing Cassie McBride huddled underneath, scared.) (He reaches under the bed and takes out the bottle of medicine. He looks at the label.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) I hate the taste of that stuff. (The label reads: Cough Syrup Multi-Symptom Relief Original Flavor Relieves: Headache, Aches, Pains, Runny Nose, Sneezing, Cough, Sore Throat, Nasal Congestion, Fever.) (Nick reaches under the bed and takes out a shoe. Inside the shoe is some green liquid. He smells it, then pours it into a plastic sample container.) (Cut to: Nick looks around Cassie's room. On the shelf, she has a row of Nancy Drew books.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) I like Nancy Drew. She always gets the bad guy. (On the shelf below, he sees a toy bubble gum ball dispenser and other things.) (He looks at the photos pinned to the wall next to the shelf. In one of them, Cassie's in a swimsuit, hair cap and goggles. She's smiling with her coach. He also sees the medal on the wall with a photo of her with her coach.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (hoarse whisper) I knew all my lines and Hansel's, too. (Also pinned to the wall is a CHILDREN'S THEATRE program book for HANSEL AND GRETEL. Above it is a photo of Cassie dressed as Gretel standing next to Hansel.) (Nick smiles.) (He continues to look at the other photos of Cassie pinned to the wall.) (Cassie giggles.) (There's a photo with Cassie blowing a bubble with her gum.) (Cassie giggles.) (Nick looks around, confused by something. He steps out of the room and into the hallway.) (Cassie giggles.) (Nick walks over to the next room.) (Cassie giggles.) (Nick pushes the door open and walks into Jeremy's room. He finds Warrick standing over a keyboard.) NICK: What is that? (Cassie giggles.) WARRICK: If it's labeled correctly, it's, uh, Cassie's laugh. (Nick walks over to the keyboard to see an "F" key labeled "CASSIE'S LAUGH". Warrick presses it and we hear Cassie giggle.) (Nick and Warrick look around the room. Nick looks over by the bed. Warrick finds some composition papers on the desk: "The Influence of Classical Philosophy On Shakespeare" Jeremy McBride 5th Period English Literature Mr. Rothchild (The next paper reads: 'The Relevance of Shakespeare for the 21st Century Student" Mark Hervatin 4th Period English Literature Mr. Rothchild (Warrick sits down at the desk and goes through the stack of papers: "The Definition and Uses of Infrared Light" Mark Horvatin 1st Period Physics Ms. Bakken The next papers show: Jeremy McBride 2nd Period Social Studies Mr. Sauls Jeremy McBride 5th Period English Lit Mr. Rothchild Mark Horvatin 6th Period World Politics Mrs. Olviera Mark Horvatin 4th Period English Literature Mr. Rothchild (Finally on the bottom, he sees a composition tablet with some $100 bills in the pages.) (He opens the composition notebook and notes the list and prices of the papers.) WARRICK: Our man Jeremy's a bit of an entrepreneur here. NICK: Oh, yeah? How's that? WARRICK: He's trafficking in term papers. NICK: Whatever happened to just flipping burgers, man? [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - KITCHEN -- DAY] (Sara is in the kitchen dusting for prints. She finds prints on the counters. She continues dusting.) (She walks over to the bulletin board and sees the calendar with the stars on it. Greg walks into the kitchen.) SARA: I think I figured out when all this happened. Cassie never got to her Saturday morning chores. I was really into gold stars when I was a kid. GREG: As opposed to now? (Greg looks at Sara. Sara scrunches her eyes, then turns and walks away.) (Greg looks at the mail in the mail carrier. The envelope is from the EAST SIDE WATER & POWER COMPANY. He looks through the mail and opens the electric bill.) GREG: Whoa! The McBrides must have a broken meter. Even if they left every light on day and night, it wouldn't add up to $2,000. (Sara clears her throat and rubs her nose.) GREG: Maybe Brass can check it out. SARA: I think this print dust is getting to me. Would you mind finishing the fridge? (Sara passes Greg on her way out.) GREG: Do I get a gold star? SARA: (dryly) Ha-ha-ha. (Sara walks around the corner and sees some blood on the mat in front of the door leading to the cellar. She notes the lock is missing from the door.) (She opens the door and looks inside.) (Sara turns on her flashlight and looks down the stairs leading to the cellar. She heads downstairs. She turns the corner and sees something.) SARA: Greg? I found something. (Greg joins her.) GREG: Is it the bodies? SARA: No. (In the cellar, the McBrides have a pot farm complete with artificial light. Greg walks down.) GREG: Sweet Mary Jane. The emerald city. (Sara walks down the steps and joins him.) SARA: Explains the $2,000 electric bill. And all the footprints throughout the house. GREG: It's a ganja graveyard. SARA: No ... it's motive. FADE OUT. (COMMERCIAL SET) FADE IN. [INT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - BASEMENT -- DAY] (Sara snaps photos of the various items in the basement. Warrick comes down the stairs.) WARRICK: Whew ... ! Looks like someone shot out the lock upstairs. I found what looked like fragments of two bullets; they may be too m-and-d for a comparison, but I could probably get type and caliber. (We see that Nick and Greg are also in the basement processing. Warrick looks around. He notices the empty lines used for drying the plants.) WARRICK: Man. If those suspects got everything on those lines, they made out like fat cats. GREG: Yeah, but they were only interested in the dried stuff. NICK: If this was a territory war, or something like that, wouldn't the dealer want to take the new growth, to try to put these guys out of business? SARA: Maybe one of the customers got greedy. WARRICK: Well, we're talking about getting rich, not getting high, you know? And these dry ones go a lot faster than those. The price of an ounce these days is anywhere from $200 to $400. GREG: Don't you guys think it's weird that the McBrides did all this with two kids in the house? NICK: (scoffs) Yeah, if they didn't care before, I bet they do now. CUT TO: [EXT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - FRONT DRIVE -- DAY] (One of the sheriff's men carries out a paper bag full of marijuana. Nick is standing at the car, the back hood open as he writes on an evidence box. He puts the box in the container.) (Sara exits the house and walks over to him.) SARA: Well, we took some representative samples of the green plant material. NICK: Okay, Ecklie's sending out a tech. I'll include it with the other evidence. (Sara hands Nick the sample bags.) SARA: Pioche PD's going to hold on to the rest until we can secure it for bulk transport. How's it going with the phone records? NICK: No outgoing calls from the house after 6:00 P.M. Friday night. I scrolled through Jude McBride's recent cell phone calls. No activity all weekend until Sunday night. Several incoming calls, all from the same number. According to Pioche PD dispatch, it's the same number as the anonymous 911 call. So I had the phone company cross-check it. The guy's local: Dr. Malcolm Parker. SARA: I'll go check it out. (Nick nods.) CUT TO: [EXT. ROAD - DAY] (Sara drives back into town. She turns into the PIOCHE MEDICAL CLINIC, A Satellite Facility of Pioche Medical Group.) CUT TO: [INT. PIOCHE MEDICAL CLINIC - HALLWAY - DAY] (Dr. Malcolm Parker and a patient walk out from the office into the hallway.) MALCOLM PARKER: Be careful with those stitches, okay? I just put them in a couple days ago. Your mom will kill me if it scars. PATIENT: Okay. (The patient leaves. Sheriff Brackett and Sara both stand up from their hallway seat.) MALCOLM PARKER: Sorry about that, guys. You had some questions? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: You placed an anonymous 911 call Sunday night. Said you were outside the McBrides' house and you could see blood in the entryway. SARA: Right before that, you called Jude McBride's cell phone three times. Late night house call ... ? MALCOLM PARKER: Dennis, do I have to answer that? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: It looks worse if you don't. MALCOLM PARKER: Well, Jude and I have a standing Sunday night appointment. SARA: For what? (He looks anywhere but at Sara.) SARA: You are aware that it's illegal. MALCOLM PARKER: Okay, look, I have no idea what went on out there, before I got there. (Quick flashback to: [EXT. MCBRIDE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT] Malcolm Parker is on the phone outside the closed front door.) MALCOLM PARKER: (to phone) Hi, Jude, it's 8:00. Where are you guys? (He looks in the window and sees the blood on the foyer floor.) MALCOLM PARKER: I called 911. (End of flashback. Resume to present.) MALCOLM PARKER: I didn't leave my name, because ... because I didn't want to explain what I was doing there. SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: You and Jude are making me look like an idiot. He's selling drugs, and you're buying them. Tell me something, Malcolm. Are you high when you treat my daughter? MALCOLM PARKER: Dennis, of course not. And Jude was discreet. He rarely sold to anybody in town. He sent most of it out of state. SARA: Dr. Parker, what size shoes do you wear? MALCOLM PARKER: What size shoe do I wear? A ten. SARA: And where were you Friday night? MALCOLM PARKER: I was here, doing rounds. CUT TO: [EXT. MCBRIDE RESIDENCE - FRONT DRIVE -- DAY] (A woman exits her car parked in the driveway. Nick is sitting on the front porch drinking his water - his kit open next to him and a writing board on his lap.) (The woman looks around and sees Nick.) SAGE: Hello, there. NICK: Hi. Can I help you? SAGE: I'm Sage. I'm looking for Nina. NICK: Yeah? So am I. SAGE: She left work early Friday to see Jimmy Buffet in Tahoe. But then she never showed up at the shop today. NICK: And what was your name again? SAGE: Sage. NICK: Sage. Okay, yeah, maybe you can help me out. Um, the family, what do you know about them? Are they having problems? Marital problems, anything like that? SAGE: Are you kidding? Jude and Nina had the marriage we all wanted. NICK: Really? (She looks at Nick and smiles. She leans forward and gently touches his forehead.) SAGE: You know, uh, your third eye is so open right now. Are you having visions or hearing voices? NICK: No. (She suddenly crouches down to look at Nick. SAGE: I'm really sorry. (Nick smiles.) But you're radiating this crazy feminine energy. NICK: (chuckling) Really. SAGE: Mm-hmm. Do you believe in past lives? NICK: No, ma'am. SAGE: How come? NICK: Because I'm just trying to make it through this one. SAGE: (suddenly very serious) I think you're doing pretty well. (Sage suddenly gets to her feet, turns and heads back to her car. Nick gets up and stops her.) NICK: Hey ... Sage. (She looks back.) Thanks. (Sage heads for her car.) CUT TO: [INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY] (Catherine is on the phone with Nick.) CATHERINE: Hey, Nick. Well, there's no hits off the fingerprints from the kitchen cabinets. Dozens of unknowns, none of which were in the system -- no work cards, no prior crime. So I expanded the search to other databases, and I did get one hit: a Mark Horvatin, 17 years old, junior ROTC. His print was in the kitchen, but not in blood. Could just be a friend. CUT TO: [EXT. PLAYING FIELD - LATE DAY] (Mark Horvatin leaves the field with his friends.) MARK HORVATIN: That was nice, dude. That was nice. You got smoked. SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Hey, Mark! Mark! (Mark looks up. Sheriff Brackett waves. He and Nick are standing by Mark's car. Mark looks at his friends and excuses himself.) MARK HORVATIN: Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later. FRIEND: Later, man. FRIEND: Later. (Mark walks over to Sheriff Brackett and Nick.) SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Nice game Saturday. MARK HORVATIN: Oh, hey, Dennis. DENNIS BRACKETT: Listen, we should probably go with Sheriff Brackett on this one. MARK HORVATIN: Oh, okay, Sheriff. DENNIS BRACKETT: This is Mr. Stokes from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. (Nick waves and steps forward.) NICK: What size shoe do you wear? MARK HORVATIN: Twelve. NICK: Can I see the bottom? MARK HORVATIN: Should I get my dad? DENNIS BRACKETT: No, we're just talking. (He shows Nick the bottom of his shoes.) NICK: Oh, yeah, they're new, huh? MARK HORVATIN: Yeah, I got them this weekend. My old ones were thrashed. (Mark walks over to his car and opens the back door to put his gear inside.) NICK: Huh. You know, when I played ball, I used to stick all my gear in the trunk. MARK HORVATIN: Yeah, well, this is just easier. NICK: Parking lot still school property? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Yep. NICK: Why don't you go ahead and pop the trunk for me? SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: Go ahead. (Mark opens the trunk. Inside are the dried marijuana plants.) (Nick reaches inside and opens the bags.) CASSIE MCBRIDE: (v.o.) (whispering) Daddy's garden was supposed to be a secret. Someone must have told the secret. (Nick turns and looks at Mark.) CUT TO: [INT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT - INTERVIEW ROOM - EVENING] (Mark Horvatin is in the interview room. We hear Sheriff Bracket's voice over the speaker.) SHERIFF DENNIS BRACKETT: (over speaker) This doesn't look good, Mark. Not a lot of places you can get that much marijuana. There's no way it could be a coincidence. Tell me where the bodies are. (In the observation room, Nick and Sara watch the interview.) DISSOLVE TO: [INT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT - GARAGE - EVENING] (Warrick has the plants on the lit table while Greg is looking the car interior over with an ALS.) GREG: I'm not finding any blood in here. Besides, four bodies would never fit inside this car. You know, maybe, the pot was stolen after the fact. Crime of opportunity? WARRICK: (scoffs) What are you, his lawyer? Whoever stole the pot ... had a gun and shot the lock off the basement door. (Greg finds a receipt in the back of the car.) GREG: Someone went to the ATM at 10:03 Friday night. Right in the window of the murders. WARRICK: Hand that over to Sheriff Brackett. He can run the account number. (Greg looks around the inside of the car. In the back seat floor, he finds a Bubblicious piece of gum. He stops and looks at it.) GREG: I found this exact kind of gum in the driveway at the McBrides'. (Warrick doesn't say anything immediately. He's looking through a microscope and getting very frustrated.) WARRICK: (groans) This microscope I got from the high school is a joke. How am I ever going to prove that this is the pot from the house? Where's that evidence we collected? (Greg points. Warrick turns around and gets the bag out from the closet. Greg walks over to him, watching as Warrick empties out the plastic bag.) WARRICK: All right, this is the bag from the house. And this is the bag from the car. (He lines up the ends of the bags.) WARRICK: The striations line up. These bags are from the same roll. GREG: Nicely done. (Nick walks in.) NICK: Fellas. We have a little problem. Mark's not talking, not even to pass the buck. And his dad, Mark Sr., is a lawyer, and he's challenging our search and seizure, saying that even though we were on school grounds, we lacked probable cause to search personal property. FADE OUT. (COMMERCIAL SET) FADE IN. [INT. CSI -LAB -- DAY] (Catherine spreads out the crime scene photos on the trace table in the same pattern as it appeared in the house.) CATHERINE: (sighs) Blood pool closest to the front door, and the size nine- and-a-half shoe print ... both in Jeremy's blood. (Quick flash of: The shooter cocks the gun and points it at Jeremy. He appears surprised. The shooter fires, shooting Jeremy.) JUDE: (o.s.) Jeremy, what's going on? (Jeremy falls down the stairs. Jude runs into the foyer.) CATHERINE: (v.o.) Jude stepped in Jeremy's blood. (Jude's shoe slips in a pool of blood.) (End of flash. Resume to present.) CATHERINE: Blood pool number two. In the hallway, (Quick flash of: Jude McBride is dead on the floor in a pool of blood.) CATHERINE: (v.o.) ... between the foyer and the kitchen. (There's a second gunshot. Jude falls to the floor near Jeremy.) (End of flash. Resume to present.) CATHERINE: Nina's footprints, dual contribution, Jeremy and Jude. (Catherine notes, "J & J's blood" on the photo.) (Quick flash of: Jude and Jeremy are on the floor. Nina McBride comes down the stairs.) NINA MCBRIDE: Jude? Jeremy? Is everything okay? (She sees Jude on the floor in a pool of blood. She rushes downstairs and sees Jeremy.) NINA MCBRIDE: (crying) Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Jeremy! (She kneels down next to Jeremy, her feet slipping in the blood on the floor. She hears a sound behind her.) (From the kitchen, a man walks out. Nina sees him and runs up the stairs. Mark picks up the gun and points it at her.) CATHERINE: (v.o.) Blood pool number three ... (He fires and hits her in the back. She falls on the stairs.) CATHERINE: (v.o.) ... Nina's blood. (End of flash. Resume to present.) (Catherine makes the notation on the photos. She turns the cassette recorder off and looks over the DNA results.) (She picks up the phone and calls Nick.) CATHERINE: (to phone) Yeah, Nick, I got the DNA results back. Blood pools were confirmed for mom, dad and Jeremy. None of the blood was Cassie's, so ... INTERCUT WITH: [EXT. PIOCHE - SIDEWALK - DAY] CATHERINE: (from phone) ... either her death was a bloodless crime ... NICK: ... or they took her alive. Thanks, Catherine. (Nick hangs up and heads over to the park table where Warrick, Sara and Greg are sitting, eating and discussing the case.) SARA: How did Mark know where the pot was, if McBride was as discreet as Dr. Parker claims? (Nick returns to the table.) NICK: DNA confirmed to everyone but Cassie. SARA: Interesting. NICK: Mm-hmm. (He sits down.) WARRICK: Mark knew the pot was there because of Jeremy. Come on, I'm sure Jeremy wasn't voted the most popular boy in school. He's done everyone's term paper. He's a nerd.