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Is this some kind
of convention?
Little People
convention.
Every year they come
from all over the world
to a designated city
socialize, network.
It's their prom, Olympics,
and New Year's Eve
all rolled into one.
Oh, hey.
Excuse me.
Don't think so, square jaw.
Grissom, how
do you know this?
I get the newsletter.
Lawrence Ames,
clothing salesman from Phoenix.
He's 35,
four foot five inches tall.
One of the, uh
convention organizers
found him.
She was checking
out the stage.
There's a fashion
show tomorrow,
if you're interested.
She looked up and saw him.
Guy does a suicide
in a public place.
He was trying to make
a statement.
Suicide?
It's a reasonable
suspicion.
Suicide among
any disability group
is above average.
Being a dwarf doesn't mean
you're disabled, Nick.
It means you're
short.
I think we've got
a little ***.
My favorite CSI.
I was hoping you'd
get the call out.
Look who is back in town.
So, what happened, Drew?
You didn't like, uh
Idaho? Is that it?
Had everything
but you.
(chuckling)
Yeah, right.
So, what do we got?
One body,
male Caucasian.
Looks like
a home invasion.
Listen, I'm
headed next door.
I'm going to talk
to a neighbor
heard shouting,
called 911.
Keep me posted?
Always did.
Hi.
Willows.
Akers.
You clear the place?
Just finishing.
Okay.
(sighs)
(groans)
(cell phone ringing)
Yeah?
Oh, hey, Warrick.
Uh yeah, it's, uh
some kind of home invasion
gone bad.
Don't run any lights.
I'll just process
till the coroner gets here.
Okay.
Cool.
We were just pulling out
of the chili place
when dispatch radioed.
Arrived on scene
My partner secured
the perimeter.
I've been in here
This your first time
on body watch?
Well
alive
it's inside
your bowels.
Dead, it ends up
on the floor.
(gagging)
Go.
Go, go, go.
Just get some air.
Suspect on location!
Suspect on location!
(grunts)
(moaning)
Out back.
Oath, are
you all right?
He went out back.
I'm all right.
I'm okay.
Talk to me!
Anything?
No.
I got
nothing.
He must have gotten out
the back window.
Were you the first
officer on the scene?
When you clear a place,
you clear it!
You understand?
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry.
We lost a OSI
two years ago
because
of the same mistake!
Warrick, ease up.
My fault.
Use your radio
and call for backup.
Hey
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm all right.
I'm evidence.
I got some fibers here.
Possibly secondary.
This rope was
identical to the rope
around the victim's neck.
It was used
as a handrail.
Wait, David.
Got a hair in the knot.
Killer's in the rope.
I want to preserve this
as is, so cut higher.
Yes, sir.
Hey, um hand me
a swab, would you?
You know, I could do this
for you.
Not going to hurt
any less.
That cut is deep.
Damn.
All right.
Hey, can you turn around?
Huh?
Privacy.
The guy bodied me full-on.
I don't want Trace to miss
one hair or one fiber.
You decent?
Looks like we're up.
These scars are old.
Tell me this wasn't
bone-lengthening surgery.
Probably done
when he was a teenager.
Surgical pins
are inserted into the bone
and linked
to an external screw.
Turn the screw,
it cracks the bones.
Osteogenic cells flood in.
Callus forms to bridge the gap.
The fractures heal,
and the bone gets longer.
You have to break the bones
every four to six hours
a quarter millimeter
at a time.
Excruciating pain
for an extra few inches.
What people will endure
to be "normal.
"
"What fools these mortals be.
"
Hmm.
So, hanging?
At least.
OOD was asphyxiation
due to strangulation.
Give me a hand here.
Bruise behind the ear
is characteristic
of a hanging.
This bruise is not.
What is that?
Blunt force?
Take a look at this.
Separation of the first
and second vertebra
prior
to death.
He was paralyzed?
That's something that would
only happen to a dwarf
with pseudoachondroplasia.
Physiology can make for
cervical spine instability.
So it's possible that
whoever did this
knew something
about dwarf anatomy.
Suspect on location!
He was drinking.
It was beer.
I'll go process the back.
Denim fiber from the cabinet.
Could be nothing.
And lots of smudges,
but no prints worthwhile.
Yeah.
I didn't get
any prints either,
but I did get
a partial shoe tread
from the back gate.
And I don't think
our dead guy lived here.
Based on?
Got Detective Wolf
looking for the homeowner's name
from the real estate records.
So, our home
invasion robbery
may be not a home
invasion after all.
So, would you mind if we
tape-lifted your shirt?
Combed your hair
for evidence?
Evidence of what?
Well, the first person
at a crime scene
often turns out
to be a viable suspect.
I'm the one that
found his body.
I'm the one that called it in.
If you're innocent
it'll rule you out.
Go ahead.
Does he ever talk?
Yeah.
At, uh random intervals.
I was admiring
your reaching tool.
I have one I use
to wipe my *** with.
Would you like
to take a look
at that, too?
Hey, if the world
doesn't adapt itself to you,
you have to adapt yourself
to it, right?
Yeah.
You know, you probably
think I'm cold.
Pulling slots
after I found Lawrence
up there.
This is the convention.
Everything moves
at warp speed.
I'm done.
Thank you.
You know, 51 weeks
in your hometown
with nothing
but average-sized people.
I have to fit a lifetime
into this week.
We all do.
Business connections,
gambling, romance.
Excuse me.
Did Lawrence have any
problems in those areas?
Romance? Not at all.
Lawrence was a pseudo.
He could have his pick
of any girl in here.
What's a pseudo?
Dwarfs with
pseudoachondroplasia
have features
and head size
like normal people.
Dwarfs with achondroplasia
have shortened limbs
and enlarged heads.
Different types of dwarfs,
different social status?
Hey discrimination
isn't just for tall people.
Excuse me.
Isn't this, uh
Lawrence Ames' room?
Yes.
Who are you?
(sighs)
I'm his fianc�.
We always got those looks.
I'm five-seven,
in case you were wondering.
Our concern isn't your height;
it's your proximity.
You're standing
in a potential crime scene.
Would you please
sit down here?
We want to keep
the contamination
to a minimum.
This is OSI Sidle.
We need a uniform
in room 312 right away.
Thanks.
Didn't the police
tell you not to come in here?
Yes.
But I wanted to be near
Lawrence's things.
And, um these are
Lawrence's things?
Yes.
Sara?
Yeah?
Gouge is deeper at the bottom
than the top.
So the strike was made
coming down.
Grissom.
Did you and Mr.
Ames have
an argument, say, last night?
No.
You don't believe me?
Well, right now,
we believe the evidence.
What are the marks
on his forearms?
But I do know
that Teddy Henders died
from blunt force trauma.
From what, do you think?
A hammer? Butt of a gun?
I was just going to see
if I could figure that out.
(electric razor buzzing)
(turns off razor)
"Z"?
There was a Z-Mover video game
on the floor
next to the vic.
*** by Z-Mover.
The neighbors heard shouting.
Two guys break
and enter
and get into some kind
of an altercation.
It's mine!
No way!
It's mine!
You ***!
One ends up killing the other.
And almost Catherine.
That had to be scary, huh?
I didn't have time
to be scared, David.
Oh.
Is the lipstick on this
champagne glass yours?
No champagne for me.
I'm pregnant.
Only seven weeks.
Is this your computer,
or Lawrence's?
Lawrence's.
We're going to have
to take it with us.
Cath?
You all right?
Don't let him get to you
like that.
I
was
scared
Don't tell anyone, okay?
Hey, Greg.
Hey.
Get anything
off the rope?
Aw, a few brown hairs
around the knot.
Only one with a skin tag,
though.
And those fibers that Sara found
on the body?
Yeah?
Polyester upholstery.
Cheap rugs and
tacky furniture.
I need these hairs.
Uh-uh.
No DNA tags on those.
Doesn't matter.
(scoffs)
You know, I hate it
when he does that.
I like to make a presentation,
you know?
So, present.
Aw, forget it.
Scope's interesting.
All right.
Fresh epithelials.
Yeah, I found them on the rope
near the anchor points.
Minuscule samples, but useable.
How long for DNA?
Well, give me something
to compare it to.
Get me the fianc�'s blood.
Well, I can't just
give you her blood.
That takes a court order.
I'm open 24 hours.
"Met you in a pseudo chat room.
Do you remember me?"
"I remember you.
"
(muttering)
"to the convention
this year?
"I'd love to meet you.
"See if you can pick me out.
"Perfect face.
"Perfect body.
Count of three, handsome.
"
Danielle.
Jessica, you knew Lawrence
was having an on-line affair
with another woman,
didn't you?
You logged on at times
when Lawrence
was at work.
We checked his work records.
A lot of girls liked Lawrence.
He was funny and smart
and sweet.
Danielle
was different.
She was his size.
She was perfect.
We found your skin
cells on the rope
that hung Lawrence.
You're making that up.
No, I'm not.
Our court order,
your blood.
I did not put a noose
around my fianc�'s neck.
Then explain how
your skin cells
got on the rope.
I can't.
Hey.
Confronted the fianc�;
she stonewalled us.
Brass told her
not to leave town.
He sounded a bit
like Jack Lord,
don't you think?
Well, she can go
wherever she wants to.
She didn't do it.
Take a look.
Hair from the knot.
They look thin.
Diameter's 60% less than normal.
Tensile strength
is also
way below normal.
You have a cross section?
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
No pigment
at the central core.
No color.
Cartilage hair hypoplasia.
O.
H.
H.
It's characterized
by fine, brittle body hair.
It's an extremely rare syndrome.
It's a form of dwarfism.
Okay.
So, back to the midgets.
Nick dwarfs or little people.
You'll need to know
what to look for,
so I'll compile a list
of O.
H.
H.
Attributes.
Well, you better do it fast.
The convention's over
in two days.
After that,
the
little people
go home.
And we lose all our suspects.
Ms.
Grace?
Excuse me.
I need your help.
What now? My DNA?
No, actually your eyes.
I'm sorry.
I don't recognize her.
And a girl this pretty
I would remember.
The guys would
still be drooling.
Well, according
to the police,
there's no one named
Danielle registered
at the hotel
or at the convention.
You expected an Internet
handle to be a real name?
Maybe the girl
got cold feet.
My first IOLP convention
I walk in, see 200 dwarfs
staring back at me,
and what goes
through my head?
"There's no way
I look like these people.
"
I ran.
But you went back.
Eventually.
I guess I realized
it's nice to see
eye-to-eye with someone.
Mmm.
I get the impression that's
a little tough for you.
"The freaks have looked
at her in a secret way
"and tried to connect
their eyes with hers
"as though to say,
'We know who you are.
We are you.
"'
Faulkner.
Close.
Another southern writer.
Carson McCullers.
I think we look for
the differences in each other
to prove that we're not alone.
What's yours?
Your difference?
Mine's the worst.
Random gene.
Anyone can have a dwarf.
Sometimes I've even seen terror
in average-size people's eyes.
I remind them that
their little carbon copies
might not be
such a copy after all.
Well, mine's genetic,
progressive,
and impossible to predict.
And hard to notice
unless you tell someone.
Got your beep.
What did you get?
Denim fibers at 400x.
The skin
from the dead guy,
and the denim found in
the cabinet, are both coated
in the same substance.
You get a breakdown?
Yeah.
Partially hydrogenated
soybean oil,
traces of beef fat, sugar
and potato starch.
Cooking grease.
That would explain the marks
on the guy's forearms
grease burns.
So there's a good chance
the victim worked
in a fast-food joint.
I got a feeling
they both did.
The owner of the house
has a franchise
of fast-food places
Fast and Fresh Burgers.
I just got off the phone
with him from Hawaii.
Alvin Jackson.
Three stores in the Vegas area.
And he's on his
yearly
vacation.
Something his employees
would definitely know.
Get any addresses?
You bet.
Let's go check it out.
We're looking for
anything in the picture
that might
give us a way to find her.
Something in the background
that determines location,
a useful reflection, anything.
Huh
Oh, I get it.
This is like
a test, right?
What do you mean?
Individual
hair shadows
are amorphous
when they
should be distinct.
In these two areas
here and here they're
on the same focal plane
but this one's sharp
and this one's fuzzy.
This picture's a fake?
A composite.
A very good one.
This explains
why nobody ever saw her.
She only exists in pixels.
Nat King Cole.
Excuse me?
Archie, would you separate
the composite elements, please?
Yup.
The image
was built out of these.
Now, if you could,
pull up a photo
of the victim, grey-scale.
There's a theory in art
that the Mona Lisa was really
a feminized version
of Leonardo da Vinci
himself.
Concept suggests deep down,
we're all narcissists?
Yeah.
What attracts us the most
is ourselves.
Scale to match the original
picture of Danielle.
Danielle is
a virtual woman
created to attract and lure
Lawrence Ames
away from his
fianc�, maybe?
Boy, do I have
good timing, or what?
I did a little checking
with the phone company.
In the past year,
Lawrence Ames received
over 200 calls
from Melanie Grace.
The same woman
that found him dead.
He got call-blocking
against her two months ago.
Well, that's interesting.
That's the same time
Danielle started
sending him
instant messages.
Yes, I called Lawrence.
We met in a chat room.
He also called me.
Did you look at
my
phone records?
He eventually
blocked your calls.
The same week he got engaged
to Jessica Marcus.
It was at that time
he began receiving
messages from
a perfect woman
who doesn't really exist.
Present myself
to a man
as anything other than who I am?
If it would break up
his new engagement.
So what happened?
You went to the convention,
you saw him
with his tall girlfriend,
and you go to Plan B?
You think I'm capable of that?
Killing because a woman
has some height on me?
Pretending to
be an ideal
If you think that
then I was wrong about you.
Hey.
Do you mind, little man?
I'm trying to work here.
Really?
Yeah.
You making any progress,
OSI man?
Some.
Uh-huh.
Are we getting your
A-game or your B-game?
Come again?
You see,
us little people,
we're used to getting
the short end of the stick.
(chuckles)
What I want
to know is,
are you treating this
like a case or like a joke?
Well, a man was killed;
that's no joke.
You got my A-game.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Carry on.
This is very, very nice.
It's very easy
to articulate.
It comes in
several different colors.
You will enjoy this
very, very much.
Uh Grissom.
There's, uh
something weird going on
with the hairs
from the ropes.
Well, not weird.
More like hair-raising.
Sorry.
Bad one.
Um okay,
at first I thought
that maybe I was
doing something wrong
running too many
DNA samples, you know?
Seeing things.
Greg?
(exhales)
Uh the dwarf hair
has seven alleles in common
with Jessica Marcus'
skin cells.
The two donors are related.
Profiles say so.
(cell phone ringing)
Grissom.
He looked like he fit
your profile,
so I asked around.
Two little people
confirmed he has O.
H.
H.
Okay, thank you.
Yeah.
Kevin Marcus?
Buying or browsing?
Maybe a little bit
of both.
Rope for makeshift
banisters, huh?
That rag rope cuts the hands.
Now, you feel this nylon.
Go ahead,
feel that.
I do trade shows,
mail order
So what do you,
buy from wholesalers
and then repackage
in your home?
Yeah, Chicago.
Well, that explains
how your daughter's skin cells
got all over the rope
that hung
Lawrence Ames.
Your daughter's name
is Jessica, right?
The lab
also found
your hair all over that rope.
Well, I touch
all the merchandise.
Nice try, Kev.
The hair was caught
in the noose.
Did you know
your father killed Lawrence?
That's what they told me,
but I couldn't believe it.
I still can't.
So you created
Danielle
to break up your
daughter's engagement.
That's an interesting theory.
What?
You guys trace an online
account to my credit card
or something like that?
Oh, no, wait.
Um I use a free ISP.
That means no name,
no trail, no case.
Mr.
Marcus, in your business
you deal with proportions,
correct?
You provide little people
with what they need
to compensate
for their proportions,
and to live with them.
You know what
little people aspire to be.
Your, uh
logo is interesting.
Da Vinci's "Vitruvian Man.
"
In the perfect human form,
arm span equals height.
You're very aware
of what, uh
people are looking for
in a mate,
aren't you?
The night before he died,
Lawrence and I had a fight
Are you still
in contact with her?
She e-mails
or I.
M.
's.
I don't answer.
I love
you.
You're cheating on me!
And I ran
out of the hotel,
and I went to my dad.
I was crying, and he told me
to leave Lawrence,
but I couldn't because
I I loved him.
I'm having
his baby.
And I went back to our room
and we made up.
And the next night
he said he was going out
to meet a friend.
Be back in
an hour, babe.
And he never came back.
So what did you have
against the guy?
What are you, blind?
He was a dwarf.
Our daughter
a genetic miracle.
One-in-four shot
she'd be an average.
And she was
a beautiful average.
So your wife is also a dwarf.
Yeah.
Jessica didn't have
to fight the world
every day,
like we did.
We freed her
from all that.
But that
little ***
kept dragging her
right back down into it.
So you killed him.
I said
I didn't like the guy.
I didn't kill anybody.
(exhales deeply)
Can we prove it?
Not yet.
The rope was anchored
to the lighting truss,
which was at least five feet
over his head.
So?
He can barely lift his arms
above his shoulders.
He suffers from
lumbar lordosis
swayback
which is typical of O.
H.
H.
,
and it limits
his mobility even more.
Hey, the guy put a rope
around the victim's neck.
Yeah, but how did he hang him?
Listen, Catherine,
me and Warrick
can handle this.
I'm going in.
Well, the guy
assaulted you.
You don't have
to put yourself
through this, you know.
I don't, I'll be scared
of the next guy,
and the one after that.
Shoe tread, denim fiber,
a lot of cooking grease.
Based on that evidence,
they
all
did it.
All right, so we
take them one by one.
Transfer works both ways.
(unzipping)
Warrick?
Blow your nose.
I don't gotta.
(blowing)
Guess.
(blowing)
I don't think so.
Then I guess I'll just
have to look for myself.
You want to look
at my boogers,
lady, go ahead.
Hey!
Nose hairs
are nature's filter.
Traps all
kinds of things.
Dust, dirt
fingerprint powder.
(exhales)
You did it.
(grunting)
You inhaled the fingerprint
dust I was using.
We went up there
to party 'cause the
boss was out of town,
and I saw the
Z-Mover first,
but Teddy Teddy
Sweet.
Z-Mover.
I saw it first.
What?
I saw it first.
It's mine.
I saw it first.
I called it.
I didn't mean
to kill him.
It was
an accident.
I mean, I
Get up.
I didn't mean
You all right?
Yeah.
Hey, did you get anything else
off that laptop?
No.
A bunch of the files
were corrupted.
Archie's taking
another run at them.
(sighs)
The victim was paralyzed
couldn't fight back.
Kevin Marcus puts the
rope around his neck,
makes a slip knot.
And ties off
the other end
on the truss
even though there
is no way
he could
have reached it.
No way he could've
reached it.
Nick, what
are you doing?
Changing my perspective.
(groans)
Oh, man.
Can you imagine
going through life
at this height?
They do okay.
If the world doesn't adapt
itself to you, you
Adapt yourself to it.
Where's Grissom?
(patrons talking)
Grissom?
We know how
he did it.
Your wheelchair
was in the booth
at the convention.
The fibers from the seat cover
to your wheelchair
match the fibers
we found on the victim.
Uh faux
fake sheepskin.
We also know
how you got Mr.
Ames
into the theater.
Our lab retrieved
a final instant message
to Lawrence
from Danielle.
Mr.
Marcus, what
are you doing here?
It's enough to convict you.
May I ask
a question?
How did you get him
into the wheelchair?
Well I appealed
to his vanity.
I told him I needed
a brochure model
to sell my new chair.
You don't want me
near your daughter,
but you want me
to hawk your chairs?
I never said
you weren't handsome.
I mean, come on
your face, your build
a million chairs: "Sold.
"
Hop in.
Let me see you in there.
Come on.
Model for me.
There you go.
Wait, let me make
an adjustment for you here.
I paralyzed him.
I couldn't let
Jessica marry him.
Any kid they have
a 50% chance
it would be a dwarf.
You have
to understand that.
(sighs)
It's genetics.
Mr.
Marcus, I think
you should know
your daughter is
already pregnant
by Lawrence Ames.
You know
what's really sad?
This wasn't just a ***.
It was a hate crime.
Kevin Marcus hated himself.
Dr.
Grissom,
welcome back.
Take care of yourself.