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#604 : Corps célestes


Une nuit, un couple est réveillé par des bruits suspects dans la maison. L'homme saisit un pistolet et descend les escaliers, découvrant un jeune visiteur sale et en haillons en train de saccager sa cuisine, les poches remplies de nourriture. Il le chasse aussitôt dans le jardin et se retrouve face à une douzaine de rôdeurs décharnés qu'il menace de son arme. Ils se dispersent dans la nuit, laissant derrière eux un corps sans vie. Bientôt, on découvre une dizaine de cadavres, gisant dans les locaux d'une secte. Les adeptes se sont apparemment donné la mort. Les experts réunissent des indices et tentent de faire parler les corps. 


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Shooting Stars

Titre VF
Corps célestes

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Écrit par : Danny Cannon
Réalisé par : Danny Cannon

Avec : Louise Lombard (Sofia Curtis), Meta Golding (Tina Brown), David Berman (David Phillips), Sheeri Rappaport (Mandy), Jon Wellner (Henry Andrews) 

Guests :

  • Clea Duvall ..... Abigail Spencer
  • Thomas Arana ..... Joseph Diamond
  • Jeannetta Arnette ..... Madame Spencer
  • Josh Daugherty ..... Ty Bentley
  • Aj Traugh ..... Dexter
  • Rob Boltin ..... Monsieur Copeland
  • Laurie O'Brien ..... Madame Meyers
  • Daniel Graves ..... Monsieur Meyers
  • James Jordan ..... Ryan
  • Molly Brink ..... Travel manager
  • Paul Ganus ..... Police officer
  • Ryan Alvarez ..... Hollywood
  • Jana Camp ..... Cult Member
  • Cassandra Grae ..... Cult Member
  • Claudia Katz ..... Cult Member
  • Samantha Lemole ..... Mrs. Copeland
  • Corby Sullivan ..... Cult Member 



(Camera pulls out and away from the city.) 


(A dog barks.  The house is dark; the lights are off.  The dog continues to bark and growl viciously at something.) 


(Mr and Mrs. Copeland are sleeping in bed.  They get up.)  

MR. COPELAND:  Tucker's barking.

MRS. COPELAND:  Probably another coyote.

(Suddenly, they hear something clanging from downstairs.  Mr. Copeland looks at the open bedroom door.  The sounds continue.)  

(He opens the nightstand drawer and takes out a gun.)  

MRS. COPELAND:  What are you doing?

(He snaps the cartridge in the gun, loading it.)  

MR. COPELAND:  Call the police.

(He walks over to the door and looks out.  He turns back.)

MR. COPELAND:  (whispers)  Do it!

MRS. COPELAND:  (whispers)  Okay!

(She picks up the phone and makes the call.)  

(He heads downstairs.  In the background, we hear the dog's low growl, then a whimper.)  

(He reaches the bottom of the stairs and finds someone in the kitchen taking food from the refrigerator.  His arms are full of food and he's stuffing whatever he can in his mouth.)  

MR. COPELAND:  Freeze!  I said freeze!

(The intruder drops the food and runs out of the house.  He runs outside.)

MR. COPELAND:  I'm not afraid to use this.

(The man chases him out of the house.  He stops running when he finds a large group of people in his yard.  He's stunned for a moment.  They all are.)

MR. COPELAND:  Nobody move.

(Suddenly, the group runs.)

(The man starts to chase them, then trips over a dead body.)  

MR. COPELAND:  Oh, my God.



(Catherine snaps photos of the dead man.  David Phillips takes the liver temperature.)  

DAVID PHILLIPS:  No wallet, no ID.  (The thermometer beeps.)  80.6 degrees. He's been dead around twelve hours.

CATHERINE:  Broken nose, broken cheekbone.  Somebody worked him over pretty good.  There's a piece of his shirt that's missing.  That doesn't look like a tear from a struggle.  It looks like it got snagged on something.

(She looks around and snaps photos of the shoe prints in the dirt near the fence.)  

CATHERINE:  There's heavy foot traffic but no blood.  It's got to be a body dump.


CATHERINE:  But why here?

(Brass walks over to Catherine.  She notices the sheet over a second body nearer the house.)  

CATHERINE:  Dispatch didn't say anything about another body.

BRASS:  It's Tucker, their dog.  He was found dead with his tongue hanging out. I guess they must've slipped it something.

CATHERINE:  I'll get its blood to tox.

BRASS:  The homeowner said that nothing was missing in the house but food.

CATHERINE:  They get a look at the intruders?

BRASS:  Yeah, the husband says they were dirty, you know, like filthy, like they hadn't showered in months.  Didn't know if there were five or fifty of them. Where is he?

(Catherine motions with her head.)  

(Grissom is standing outside the light and looking up at the sky at the meteor shower overhead.)  

(Brass walks up to him.)  

GRISSOM:  The Orionid meteor shower.  You never get a view like this in town.

BRASS:  Hmm. So, uh, is this part of the investigation?

GRISSOM:  No.  But we're here, and it's beautiful.

(Grissom turns on his flashlight and points it on the ground in front of him.)  

GRISSOM:  Footprints going in both directions.  They came and they went.

BRASS:  So dump the body, raid the refrigerator.

GRISSOM:  Maybe they had an appetite for murder.

(Grissom and Brass both turn and look up at the sky.)  






(Brass checks the back sliding door and sees that the screen is ripped.  He uses a pen and pushes the sliding door open.  He steps into the house.)  

BRASS:  Well, it's no secret how they got in.

(Sara is in the kitchen dusting the refrigerator for fingerprints.  Brass sees
the food on the floor.)  

BRASS:  Whoa.  Looks like somebody had a super bowl party in here.

SARA:  They had some kind of party.  Suspect made a mess.  Seems like they were
looking for junk food.

(Brass puts on a pair of gloves.  See sees the fingerprints on the refrigerator

SARA:  Somebody had sticky fingers.


(Catherine jumps over the fence and joins Grissom on the other side.  He's
staring out at the desert.)  

CATHERINE:  It's a big desert.

GRISSOM:  About 25,000 square miles.

CATHERINE:  And the nearest town is Pahrump.  That's about 30 miles from here.

(Grissom shows her his canteen.)  

GRISSOM:  But I got water.  We can share.

(He heads out.)  

CATHERINE:  Who are you today, Moses?

(Catherine takes out her phone and dials.)  

CATHERINE:  (to phone)  Yeah, Jim, uh ... (chuckles)  Grissom and I are going to
take a little walk.



(Nick walks in.  They go over Robbins' findings.)  

NICK:  Hey, Doc.

ROBBINS:  Hi, there, Nick.  I've lost count as to how many broken bones this guy
has.  Multiple fractures to the spine, ribs, pelvis, skull.  Multiple
lacerations and contusions.  No vital response to the injuries.

NICK:  Perimortem.


NICK:  He was dumped in a backyard by a whole bunch of other people.  Do you
think they could've beat him to death?

ROBBINS:  Nick, it took a lot of people to do this.



(Warrick snaps photos of the shoe prints on the dirt.  He makes a plaster cast
of the prints.)  

(When the casts dry, he removes them and lines them up.)  

WARRICK:  Dirty dozen.



(Grissom and Catherine are out walking in the desert following the tracks as it
leads them farther and farther away from the house.)  

GRISSOM:  I count five distinct treads:  boots, shoes, sneakers.  Drag marks are
always right in the middle -- thin, parallel lines.

CATHERINE:  The vic's shoes were scuffed at the toes, so he must've been

(Quick flash of:  The victim's feet drag on the ground as people half carry,
half drag him.  End of flash.)  

(Catherine finds a candy wrapper caught on a branch.)  

CATHERINE:  Well, whoever they are, they like junk food.

GRISSOM:  Who doesn't?

(They continue walking.)  

GRISSOM:  You ever seen the Pyramids?

CATHERINE:  Does the Luxor count?  Eh, what do you think?  I haven't even been
to New York.

GRISSOM:  I'd like to see the Pyramids one day.

CATHERINE:  Keep walking, we could come upon them today.

(Grissom smiles.)  

CATHERINE:  So you like archeology, huh?

GRISSOM:  Oh, yeah.  Whenever I want to feel small.

(In the distance, they see a column of black smoke rising in the air.)

GRISSOM:  Smoke?


(Catherine and Grissom walk up to the burnt car.  Catherine snaps some photos.)  

CATHERINE:  I found the point of ignition.

(She snaps a couple of photos.)  

CAHTERINE:  Molotov.

(Quick flash of:  Someone lights the fuse and leaves.  The car explodes.  End of

(Grissom is looking at the back of the car, when he stops and stands up.)  

GRISSOM:  You hear that?

(He turns and looks around.)  

CATHERINE:  Sounds like a motor.

(Nearby is a compound.)  

CATHERINE:  Think someone's in there?

(They head for the compound.)  

(As they approach the compound, Grissom sees the generator running on the side
of the wall.)  

GRISSOM:  This looks like some sort of observation post.  Maybe used to monitor
nuclear tests.

(They head for the entrance.)  

CATHERINE:  Half of Nevada was a weapon site.

(Grissom starts walking down the entryway stairs.)  

CATHERINE:  Stop.  You're not going any further without backup.

(Catherine's phone rings.  She answers it.)  

BRASS:  (from phone)  Catherine, where the hell are you guys?

CATHERINE:  (looking around)  That's a good question, Jim.  I think we're about
three miles northeast of the Copeland house, in front of some kind of military

(Static crackles over the phone.)  

BRASS:  (from phone)  Hello, Catherine.

CATHERINE:  Jim, can you hear me?  

BRASS:  (from phone)  I'm losing ...

CATHERINE:  you're breaking up. Jim?

(She hangs up.)  

CATHERINE:  Lost him.

GRISSOM:  Well, we got two choices:  Go back ... or go forward.

(Catherine takes her gun out.  Grissom turns and heads inside the compound.)  


(Grissom opens the door and looks inside.)  

CATHERINE:  I don't hear anything but the generator.

(Grissom and Catherine both turn their flashlights on.  She nods to Grissom.)  

CATHERINE:  After you.

(Grissom steps inside.  High above them is a large ceiling fan.  Down below are
several floors.)  

GRISSOM:  (shouts)  Las Vegas Crime Lab!

CATHERINE:  (shouts)  Anyone here?

(They walk deeper into the compound.  The hallway wall is covered with

(At the end of the hallway, they reach a large room lined on either side with
wire cots.  There's a dead person on each cot.)

(Grissom and Catherine walk into the room.)  

(Grissom knocks over an empty water bottle.)  

GRISSOM:   I count eleven.

CATHERINE:  Me, too.  They're so young.

(The bed on the end is empty.)  

GRISSOM:  And number twelve is missing.  Maybe that was the guy we found in the

(Behind them, a loud clanging sounds.  Catherine whirls around, her gun raised.)  

CATHERINE:  (shouts)  Who's there?!

(There's no answer.  Grissom and Catherine head back toward the doorway)  

CATHERINE:  (shouts)  Las Vegas Crime Lab!  Identify yourself!

(Suddenly, two officers appear in the doorway.)  

OFFICER:  Don't shoot, don't shoot.  LVPD.  Captain Brass radioed us.  Said you
might be in here and need assistance.  

(Grissom turns around and looks at the dead bodies in the room.)  

GRISSOM:  Well, unfortunately, we're not the ones who need the help.





(Greg looks into the burned car's broken window.  He can barely make out a VIN
number.  He walks to the other side of the car and looks at the burned glove
compartment.  He snaps a photo of it.  He takes out what looks like a burned
piece of an ID card.)  

(An SUV drive up.  Nick gets out of the car.)  

NICK:  Hey!

(Nick waves to Greg, who waves back.  Nick heads over to Robbins, who stands
near the compound entrance.)  

ROBBINS:  Hey, Nick.

NICK:  How many we looking at Doc?

ROBBINS:  Eleven total.  And it's hot.  You got to move.

NICK:  Okay.

(Nick heads for the compound, then stops when he realizes that it goes
underground.  He overhears two officers talking to each other.)  

MAN:  Yeah, eighty feet underground, no A/C.  Thought I was going to suffocate.

MAN 2:  I can't even get down there. Claustrophobic.

MAN:  Yeah.  Uh, listen, preliminary sketch here ...

(Nick glances back at them.  He looks at the compound and forces himself to

(He pauses at the door and takes several deep breaths.  He heads inside.)  


(Nick walks down the stairs.  He passes an officer on his way out.  The officer
points down below.)  

OFFICER:  Just keep on going.

(Nick reaches the corridor.  He passes the coroners wheeling out a gurney with a
body bag.  Nick continues down the corridor.)  


(Various photo flashes of:  The empty water bottle, the victim's ankle, the
victim's face.)

(Catherine continues snapping photos.  Nick arrives and walks up to Catherine.)  

NICK:  Oh, man.  What is this place, a mini Jonestown?

CATHERINE:  I don't know if they drank spiked Kool-Aid, but they drank
something.  Smells like alcohol.

NICK:  I'll process the bottles.

(Nick heads for the end of the row of beds.)  

(On the empty bed is an empty water bottle and funnel.  Catherine takes a
picture of it.)  

(Nick picks up the funnel and looks at it.)

(Camera zooms in and notes the residual on the outside of the funnel.)

(Grissom looks around the compound and comes across a large room.  On one of the
walls, he finds various article clippings posted - of aliens, Stonehenge, the
Pyramids, astrology and other things.  On the opposite wall near a single bed,
he finds a mural of people ascending into a spaceship through a white beam of

(Next to the bed is a nightstand filled with bottles and things.  Just behind
the bed is a large metal sphere with a ring around it.  Grissom walks up to the
planet and turns it on.  The light from inside the metal planet shines through
the holes in the surface, casting different sized spots of light on the ceiling
and walls as it turns.)  



(Robbins has two bodies out on the table.  Camera moves through the first
autopsy room and into the hallway where we see that the other bodies are pushed
up against both walls.)  

(Camera continues through the hallway into a second room where Warrick and Sara
are documenting the physical evidence gathered from the bodies.  Warrick takes a
photo and matches it against one of the victim's shoes while Sara is taking


[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]  

(On the table in front of them, Warrick has the shoe prints and the casts from
the Copeland house matched.)  

WARRICK:  Well, I've matched the shoes from all the bodies in the bunker to the
impressions that we found at the scene.

SARA:  You got one extra.

WARRICK:  It's a size eight athletic shoe.  I can't account for it.  It doesn't
belong to the guy who was dumped there, and I've already ruled out Mr. and Mrs.

SARA:  So one of the people that dragged that body through the desert did not
die in the bunker.



(Grissom snaps photos of the mural on the wall while Catherine is processing the
bed.  After snapping several photos, Grissom pauses.)  

GRISSOM:  The mythology here appears to be similar to the Heaven's Gate Cult in
California several years ago.  They committed mass suicide to shed their earthly
bodies and hitch a ride on a spaceship hidden in the tail of the Hale-Bopp

CATHERINE:  Well, these earthly bodies got a good workout first.  Big room, big
bed, light show.  This cult was about getting laid.

GRISSOM:  Well, Jim Jones and Charles Manson used sex to manipulate their
followers.  I'm guessing they were timing their ascension to the Orionid meteor
shower last night?

CATHERINE:  So while you were watching shooting stars, they were dying.

GRISSOM:  There's twelve bunks in there, one bed in here.  There should be
thirteen bodies.  One prophet, twelve apostles.

CATHERINE:  And two people are missing.

GRISSOM:  Maybe they caught the spaceship.

CATHERINE:  Well ... would you settle for a flying saucer?

(Catherine finds a metal bowl with burned pieces of paper inside.  Grissom snaps
photos of the bowl and contents.)  



(Nick is headed out carrying several evidence bags when something on the floor
catches his eyes.  He shines his flashlight on what appears to be smudges of
blood on the metal floor.)  

(He looks at the blood on the floor and takes a couple of steps back, but the
blood smudges stop.  He then looks up at the walkways above.)

(He sees some cloth caught on one of the metal walkways.)

(Quick flash of:  A body falls from above and hits the metal walkway, causing a
tear in the clothes.  End of flash.  Resume to present.)  



(Greg smashes through the windshielf and removes the VIN plate off the front
dashboard.  He works on it and gets the VIN:  YZ1AX8848E194189.)  



(Greg reports his findings to Sara.)  

GREG:  VIN plate on the burned-out car came back to a Vivian Bentley.  She died
two years ago at the ripe old age of 90.  Car was never re-registered.

SARA:  Dead end.

GREG:  Not exactly.  I also found a melted name tag with a sunburst logo.  
Figured I'd let my fingers do the walking.

SARA:  You scanned the yellow pages.

GREG:  I knew the first three letters.  By the way, do you know how many
companies in Las Vegas start with S-U-N?

SARA:  I so don't care.

GREG:  Well, only one has the sunburst logo:  Sunview Travel Agency.  Vivian's
grandson, Ty Bentley, works there.  I pulled his DMV photo.

(He shows her the copy of the NEVADA DRIVER LICENSE.  It reads:
     IC#  1800592214
     EXPIRES:  02-17-2006
     ISSN:  ??03-45-734
     CLASS:  C
     BIRTHDATE:  ??-17-1975
     SEX:  M
     HEIGHT:  5'7"
     WEIGHT:  165
     EYES:  BRN
     HAIR:  BRN
     7748  CANYON AVENUE.
     LAS VEGAS, NV  89101     )

SARA:  That's the guy that was dumped at the house.

GREG:  Brass is going to check it out.  How are we doing on the other IDs?

SARA:  Including the one that you just made, we got one.

(She hands the file folder to Greg and walks out of camera frame.)  



(Brass is talking with the travel manager.)  

TRAVEL MANAGER:  Ty hasn't been here for the last two days.  Didn't even call
in.  This is his desk.  It's really not like him.  Is he okay?

BRASS:  Does Ty work here full time?

TRAVEL MANAGER:  Yeah. Puts in more hours than anybody.

BRASS:  Was he a member of any religious organizations that you know of?

TRAVEL MANAGER:  I don't know.  It never really came up.  Something happened to
him, didn't it?

BRASS:  Yeah.  So the last time you saw him was two days ago?

(Brass finds a photo of Ty Bentley with a young woman.)  

TRAVEL MANAGER:  He's worked here over a year, never raised his voice.  Then
this strange-looking customer came in.  Ty must've known him ...

(Quick flashback of:  Ty stands and yells at an older man.)  

TY BENTLEY:  I want to talk to Emma, you freak!

JOSEPH DIAMOND:  She's moving on, boy.

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

BRASS:  Would that customer's information still be in the computer?

TRAVEL MANAGER:  Nobody's touched it since.  Should be the last entry.

(She sits at the desk and uses the computer.  Brass shows her the photo.)  

BRASS:  Do you know the person in this photo?

TRAVEL MANAGER:  That's Emma, Ty's girlfriend.  Well, ex-girlfriend.  They broke
up last year.  Here we go.  Last customer was a Joseph Diamond.  Booking a trip
to Australia-Sydney-one way.

BRASS:  One way.



(The print search runs on the database.  The computer beeps showing a "POSITIVE
MATCH".  Sara walks in.  Mandy Websterk reports.)  

SARA:  Any good news, Mandy?

MANDY:  A little bit.  A male DB, at the bunker--matched your partial from the
kitchen door.  So far, he's the only one with a record.

(The following record appears on screen:
     AGE:  19     HEIGHT:  5'8"
     WEIGHT:  130 LBS     EYES:  BLUE
     HAIR:  BROWN     DOB:  MAR 1, 1986
          LAS VEGAS, NY  89107
     STATUTE:  HRS 205 0528
     STATUTE:  HRS 205 0528

MANDY:  Matthew Dickens, 19.  Busts for petty theft.

SARA:  College student.

MANDY:  Yeah, very impressionable.  When I start my religion that's where I'm
going to recruit.



MAN (RYAN?):  (v.o.)  I remember him. Matt Dickens.  We used to call him


(Sofia Curtis talks with two students.  Dexter is playing a hand-held game.  
He's wearing earplugs.)  

RYAN:  He was in our, uh, our freshman dorm.  He was a ...

DEXTER:  ... religious studies major.

RYAN:  Right.  Hard core trekkie, too.

DEXTER:  Mars bars.

RYAN:  Right.  That dude loved junk food.  He smoked a ton of weed.

DEXTER:  Guy was a loser.

(Sofia grabs the game from Dexter.  He pulls the earplugs out from his ears.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  What do you mean?  

DEXTER:  His parents sent him loads of cash.  He spent it all on dope, and then
he stole stuff to get more dope.

SOFIA CURTIS:  According to the registrar, he was taking classes till the end
of term last fall.  Why did he leave?

DEXTER:  He started hanging out with some other losers, and they convinced him
to drop out.

RYAN:  Yeah, there was a redhead.  She was hot, but in a ... in a weird kind of

DEXTER:  Hollywood was a moron.  One week, the guy's saving the whales, and the
next week, he's American Taliban.

RYAN:  Yeah. He was totally into that girl.

SOFIA CURTIS:  She have a name?

DEXTER:  Emma.

(She shows them a morgue photo of Emma.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  Was this her?

(Ryan looks at the photo and points.)  

RYAN:  Is she dead?

SOFIA CURTIS:  They're all dead.

RYAN:  Emma was working Hollywood with some old guy named Diamond.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Working him?

DEXTER:  Yeah, they were running some kind of religious scam.  E-Emma tried to
recruit me ... with her hands down my pants.

RYAN:  She did that to me, too.

DEXTER:  No kidding?

RYAN:  Yeah.

DEXTER:  (sighs)  Anyway, uh, the second she started talking about outer space
and transcendence, I blew her off, 'cause I do not waste time on crazy chicks.

RYAN:  She was really hot, though.

DEXTER:  That was almost a year ago.  Then the last time I saw Hollywood, he was
with some other freak.  A notch down, though. Abbey ... I think her name was.  
They said they were going to some better place.

RYAN:  I thought they meant UCLA.

(The two boys look at each other and chuckle.  They quickly stop when they look
at Sofia.)  





(Catherine is on the phone.  She's walking quickly out of the bunker.)  

CATHERINE:  (to phone)  Nick, I got a real low signal; you're cutting in and
out.  Say that again.



(Nick is walking past reception.)  

NICK:  (to phone)  I said all the prints on the bottles belong to the victims.  
The prints on the funnel came back unknown though.

CATHERINE:  And what about the blood in the elevator shaft?

NICK:  It matched to Ty Bentley, but we can't confirm he was murdered.  For all
we know, he fell down that shaft.

CATHERINE:  No, that's unlikely, after all they torched his car, dragged his
body three miles and dumped it in the Copelands' backyard.  Anything on the
liquid in the bottles?

NICK:  Yeah, tox results just came back:  40 grams percent ethanol.  Now, that's
about 80 proof.  Kind of smelled like vodka, the cheap stuff.

CATHERINE:  Nobody dies from a martini.

NICK:  No, but you add ten grams percent of ketamine and they do.

CATHERINE:  Well, that's enough to kill a horse.

(Nick walks into the break room and gets himself a cup of coffee.)  

NICK:  Yeah, or the Copelands' dog for that matter.  Ketamine's a disassociative
anesthetic, which means they were hallucinating, having out-of-body experiences

CATHERINE:  So I was wrong; they did take a trip.

NICK:  Well, there are a lot of different ways they could have killed
themselves, so I'm guessing that was the point.

CATHERINE:  Ten grams percent of ketamine times 12 bottles, that's 300
milliliters of ketamine?  Can't score that on the street.

(Nick picks up his cup of coffee and walks across the break room.)  

NICK:  Well, we didn't find any ephedrine, which is generally used to cut
ketamine.  Veterinarians use liquid injectable ketamine as an animal sedative,
so Sofia's checking with the local vets now.

(Grissom walks up to Catherine.)  

CATHERINE:  What did autopsy say time of death was?

GRISSOM:  3:15 A.M.?

NICK:  Between 3:00 and 3:30.

CATHERINE:  (to Grissom)  How did you know that?

GRISSOM:  That's when the Orionid meteor shower passed over Vegas.  Ask him if
they all died about the same time.

CATHERINE:  Nick, was TOD same for everyone?

NICK:  Approximately.  It varied with body weight.  Took between 12 and 20
minutes for them to die.

(Quick flash of:  Someone drinks from the bottle of water.  He falls back on the
bed and groans in pain with everyone else.  End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

NICK:  Ketamine's really hard on the stomach; it induces vomiting.

(Quick flash of:  Someone throws up.  End of flash.)  

NICK:  I think a combination of alcohol and the drug just slowed their lungs.

(Quick flash of:  Someone falls back on the bed.  Camera zooms in for a close-
up.  The person's eyes open wide.)

(Quick CGI POV of:  The camera zooms in to the person and shows their lungs stop
working.  End of CGI POV.  Resume to present.)  

NICK:  (from phone)  Ultimately, they died of respiratory arrest.

(In the distance, Catherine sees buzzards flying overhead.)  

CATHERINE:  Okay, thanks, Nicki.  Got to go.

(She hangs up.)  

CATHERINE:  (to Grissom)  Did you notice those buzzards earlier?

GRISSOM:  No.  But something sure smells good to them.

(They both head off toward the buzzards.)



(Warrick is having his throat checked.)  

TINA BROWN:  Say "ah."


TINA BROWN:  Ahh ...

WARRICK:  Ahh ...

TINA BROWN:  Sore throat, you say?  Okay, I don't see any inflammation.  Take
off your shirt, please.

(Warrick starts to unbutton his shirt.  He looks at his wife.)  

WARRICK:  Can't we just make out?

TINA BROWN:  I'm working, Mr. Brown.

WARRICK:  I don't care, Mrs. Brown.

(He pulls her toward him and they kiss.)  

TINA BROWN:  There's nothing wrong with you.  You're just working too hard.

WARRICK:  What time you get off shift?

TINA BROWN:  Midnight. You?

WARRICK:  Who knows?

TINA BROWN:  I got to get back to work.

(They step out into the hallway and start to kiss.)

WOMAN:  (over loudspeaker)  Dr. Curry, please check with the message center.  
Dr. Curry, please check with the message center.

(He looks up and sees a man talking with a woman at the end of the hallway.  The
man looks back at Warrick.  Tina glances back at the man.  She looks at

TINA BROWN:  Don't even say it, Warrick.

WARRICK:  I didn't say anything.  You got to admit, though, working around the
ex is a little strange.  

TINA BROWN:  It was a long time ago.

WARRICK:  It was a year ago.

TINA BROWN:  You have to trust me.

WARRICK:  I do trust you.

TINA BROWN:  Look, there's still so much that we don't know about each other
yet.  Okay?

(Warrick nods.)  

TINA BROWN:  But we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out.

(They kiss.  Tina leaves.  Warrick watches her go.)  



(Grissom and Catherine find a car under a makeshift roof.)  

GRISSOM:  Are you having the same mirage I'm having?

CATHERINE:  A silver Beemer in the middle of the damn desert?  Yeah.  Nice
wheels.  Somebody sure went out of their way to hide this car.

GRISSOM:  Well, you can sure smell what the buzzards are after.


(They pop the trunk and find the dead body inside.)  

CATHERINE:  Fits the description of the leader, Joseph Diamond.  Guess he never
made it to Australia.

GRISSOM:  Something tells me this wasn't a suicide.  Like this tire iron--
convenient weapon of choice.

CATHERINE:  Well, assuming this is Diamond and Ty Bentley was a spurned lover
and not a member of the cult ... we're still short one body.

GRISSOM:  Which I believe makes that body our number one suspect.




(Warrick is in the lab pulling out the partially burned pieces of paper.  He
groups the pieces together.)  

(Various dissolves of Warrick working.)

(As he finishes the papers, he places a piece of glass over it.  He puts the
glass and paper into the machine.  He passes it under different colored lights
to see the writing on it.)  

(The first burned letter is from "Mom".)  

(Cut to:  Warrick scans the letter into the copier.)  

(Cut to:  Warrick pins copies of the different letters up on the wall.  He looks
at the letters.)  

VOICE (WOMAN):  (v.o.)  "Thank you for writing. Your father and I miss you so

VOICE (MAN):  (v.o.)  "Money's kind of tight, I hope this helps.  Send more when
I can."

VOICE (WOMAN 2):  (v.o.)  "Mom and Dad went to the police to report you missing.  
Please come home, even if it's just a visit."

VOICE (MAN 2):  (v.o.)  "I don't understand what you're doing with your life.
 Your roommate says you left your things behind."

VOICE (MAN 3):  (v.o.)  "I wish you could tell me why you need this money."

VOICE (MAN 4):  (v.o.)  "Mom says you joined a commune. She's mad.  Hey, Dad
sent the money. When you talk to Mom ..."

VOICE (WOMAN 3):  (v.o.)  "No more money until I hear from you.  I love you."



(Brass and Sara walk through the hallway.)  

BRASS:  The FBI keeps tabs on high-risk groups, cults, religious fanatics.  They
were good enough to fax this over.  Makes good reading.

(He hands her the report.  They walk into his office.)  

SARA:  "Joseph Diamond, AKA Sirus Bent, AKA Kelvin Adams ..."

(Brass and Sara sit down.)  

BRASS:  Yeah, he founded a group called "Soul Survivors" in Tulsa in the mid-
90s.  A few years later, same thing in Guadalajara, Mexico.

SARA:  "Recruited susceptible youths, keeping them isolated for nine months to a

BRASS:  Yeah, prior to the arrival of the mother ship, which they can only enter
in spirit form, leaving their temporal vehicles, their bodies, behind.

SARA:  Mass suicide.

BRASS:  Attempted mass suicide.  They woke up -- probably with a hangover -- and
both Diamond and their money were gone.  And in both cases, his disappearance
coincided with a meteor shower just like the one last night.

SARA:  Only last night everybody died.



(Robbins goes over the body with Grissom.)  

ROBBINS:  Depressed fracture.

GRISSOM:  Well, we found a tire iron at the scene.

ROBBINS:  That would do it.

GRISSOM:  What about TOD?

ROBBISN:  Well, it's hard to say.  Desert heat, locked in a trunk ... both can
make liver temp actually rise.

GRISSOM:  What about relative to the other bodies?  Did he die before or after
the others?

ROBBINS:  Given the degree of decomp, it appears that he died before the others.  
I can run some chemical tests, but that's going to take some time.

(David walks up to the body and lifts the shirt.)  

DAVID PHILLIPS:  What's this?

(He finds a belt wrapped around the body's waist.  He unzips the belt and takes
out folded bills.)  

DAVID PHILLIPS:  Hmm, looks like a money belt.

(Warrick walks in as David hands some money to Robbins.)  

ROBBINS:  Gives new meaning to "strapped for cash."

WARRICK:  Diamond was running a cash business.  He had all those kids write home
and ask for money.  His return address was a P.O. Box that I found.

(Grissom reaches into the money bag and takes out a plastic bag of pills.)  

ROBBINS:  I didn't find any undigested pills in the victims' stomachs.

WARRICK:  We assumed that they were ingesting a liquid ketamine.

GRISSOM:  So what are these?



(Henry Andrews reports to Grissom.)  

HENRY ANDREWS:  Zolpidem.  Popped one when I went to Europe.  Six hours sleep,
no hangover.

GRISSOM:  Are there enough pills in that bag to kill 11 people?

HENRY ANDREWS:  Well, if only one person downed all these, yes, it'd be lethal.  
But divvied up, no way.  Zolpidem's a pretty safe sedative.

GRISSOM:  And from what we know, Diamond was a con man, not a murderer.

(Greg walks in.)  

GREG:  Hey, I lifted a partial off that tire iron.  Matched it to a print that
Nick lifted off the funnel from the bunker.  Whoever whacked Diamond mixed the
ketamine cocktail.

GRISSOM:  So who brought the ketamine to the party?






(Sofia and Nick walk into the vet.)  

SOFIA CURTIS:  They had a break-in the day before yesterday.

NICK:  Has it been forensicated?

SOFIA CURTIS:  Not yet.  Not much stolen, so ...

NICK:  It's a low priority for CSI.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Expensive equipment, pharmaceuticals -- doctor even had his
laptop open on the desk.  They obviously knew what they wanted.

NICK:  Hmm, and where to look for it.  Drugs have been alphabetized.

Missing drug was between ivermectin otic suspension and methocarbamol.

NICK:  "K" for ketamine.

SOFIA CURTIS:  Yeah. They took it all.

NICK:  Okay, well, it's probably an inside job.  Just get me a list of current
and former employees, and we'll ... go from there. Thanks.

(She hands him the list.)


     1153 STONE CREEK
     LAS VEGAS, NV  89101
     (702) 555-0198

     170 STORM CLOUD LN.
     SUMMERLIN, NV  89129
     (702) 555-0187

     17611 COLLIE LANE ...  )

NICK:  Wow, it's alphabetized.  (She puts on her gloves.)  Now what are you

SOFIA CURTIS:  You'll be dusting for prints.  I'll help.

NICK:  Okay.




(Warrick slides the table out to allow Mr. and Mrs. Meyers a chance to identify
the body of the young woman on it.)  

MR. MEYERS:  That's Emma.  That's our daughter.

(They cry.)  


(Warrick leads the Meyers out into the hallway with the other family members.  
Mrs. Meyers turns and stops Warrick.)  

MRS. MEYERS:  Excuse me, sir.  Mrs. Spencer isn't here.  Her daughter went to
college with Emma.  They disappeared at the same time.  Uh, we both received
letters from them last month.

WARRICK:  Spencer, you said?

MRS. MEYERS:  Her daughter's name was Abigail.

WARRICK:  Well, ma'am, you see, the letters that we recovered were damaged.  Not
all of them yielded a name.

MRS. MEYERS:  Well, perhaps she was luckier than me.

(They turn to leave; Warrick stops them.)  

WARRICK:  Ma'am ... would you be able to identify Abigail?

MRS. MEYERS:  (nods)  Absolutely.  



(Nick is in front of the computer running the prints through the database.  
Warrick walks in just as the computer beeps to show a "MATCH FOUND".)  

WARRICK:  Nick, you have that employee list from the vet's office?

(Nick hands the folder to Warrick.)  

NICK:  The prints found at the clinic break-in are a perfect match to the ones
lifted off of the tire iron and the funnel.

(Warrick looks at the employee list:

     LAS VEGAS, NV  89101
     (702) 555-0117

     217 WOLF COURT
     LAS VEGAS, NV  89101
     (702) 555-0145        )

WARRICK:  Abigail Spencer.  She was a cult member.  She used to work for your
vet until last year, and she's missing.

NICK:  Her W-2's in the file.

WARRICK:  I'll call Brass.

(Warrick leaves.)  



(Brass and Warrick knock on the front door.  Mrs. Spencer opens the door.)  

BRASS:  Mrs. Spencer?


BRASS:  I'm Detective Jim Brass, Las Vegas police.  Do you have a daughter named

MRS. SPENCER:  Yes. Why?

BRASS:  We have a warrant to search these premises.

MRS. SPENCER:  A warrant? What for?

BRASS:  Your daughter is wanted for questioning in the murder of Joseph Diamond.

(He shows her the warrant and steps past her into the house.)  

MRS. SPENCER:  I haven't seen Abigail in almost a year.  I have no idea where
she is.

(Brass heads for the bedrooms and finds an unmade bed.  He touches the sheets.)  

BRASS:  The bed's still warm.  Where is she?



(Abigail Spencer is running down the alleyway.)  


(Abigail steps into a shed and hides in a corner.  She uncaps several bottles
and drinks it.  She chokes a little, then uncaps a large bottle of vodka and
drinks that.)  

(She closes her eyes and looks up.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  (softly)  Please.  Take me with you.

(The shed starts to rumble and the tools hanging on the wall fall off.  The shed
continues to rumble.  A bright light shines outside.)  

(Abigail gets to her feet and walks to the center of the shed.  The bright light
shines down on Abigail.)

(Above, we hear the sounds of helicopter blades whirring.)  

(Abigail spreads her arms out to receive the light.)

(Just then, the shed door opens and Brass walks in.  Abigail looks stunned.  A
voice from the helicopter speaker filters through the blades whirring.)  

VOICE (MAN):  (over helicopter speaker)  Freeze!  Remain where you are.

(Abigail closes her eyes and falls to the floor.)




(Abigail opens her eyes and finds Grissom sitting next to her hospital bed.)  

GRISSOM:  Abigail?

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  You pumped my stomach?

GRISSOM:  Yeah.  Just in time.

(She turns her back to Grissom.)  

GRISSOM:  Are you disappointed?

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  They're all up there right now.  In rapture.  A higher plane
of existence.  No wars, poverty, politics.  Our bodies are just shells.  They're

GRISSOM:  Well, how come you didn't die with your friends?
And why exactly did you kill Mr. Diamond?  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  He was the most beautiful person I ever met.

(Quick flashback to:  Joseph Diamond speaks to a group of kids as they sit on
the ground listening to him.)  

(Cut to:  Joseph Diamond grunts and rolls off Abigail Spencer in bed.  She
stares up at the moving lights across the dark ceiling.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

GRISSOM:  We found your fingerprint on a tire iron that was used to split his
head open.

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  He always said we'd be tested.

(Quick flashback to:  Joseph Diamond opens the car trunk as Abigail walks up to

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  (v.o.)  I was taking a walk when I spotted a car parking about
a mile away from the compound.

(She surprises him.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  Whose car is this?  Where have you been?

JOSEPH DIAMOND:  I received a message last night from the Orionid.  I have to
move on, spread the word.

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  What about us?

JOSEPH DIAMOND:  Come with me, Abbey.  We'll do it together ... somewhere near a

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  We're ascending tomorrow night to the mother ship.

JOSEPH DIAMOND:  You're a smart girl.

(He takes out a small plastic bag with the pills inside and gives it to Abbey.)  

JOSEPH DIAMOND:  Just two or three of these, and everyone will get a real good
night's sleep.  Time to get out of town.  Everyone's parents have been really
good to me.

(He turns his back to her and continues to put his things in the trunk of the

JOSEPH DIAMOND:  I got forty grand.

(Abigail picks up the tire iron and hits him over the head with it.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  I knew the others would be looking to me now.

GRISSOM:  But you didn't tell them, did you?

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  We were on a schedule.

GRISSOM:  And fortunately, you knew where to find something a little stronger
than zolpidem?

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  It was important that no one suffered.

GRISSOM:  Ty Bentley suffered.

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  That was unfortunate.

(Quick flashback to:  Abigail sees Ty Bentley arrive with his own car.  She sees
him running toward them.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  (v.o.)  Ty must've followed Diamond back to our compound.  I'm
sure he was looking for his ex-girlfriend, Emma.

(Cut to:  In the bunker, Ty pulls Emma toward the door.)

TY BENTLEY:  These people are freaks, Emma!  You're coming with me!

EMMA MEYERS:  This is my family now.

TY BENTLEY:  Fine. I'm coming back, and I'm bringing the cops with me.

(Ty Bentley leaves.  On the way out, Abigail walks in.  She grabs him and pushes
him over the railing.  He falls down the shaft, hitting one of the metal
railings on the way down.)

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  Emma lost it, said we couldn't leave his body there.  The others started to get restless.

GRISSOM:  And as you said, you were on a schedule. The peak of the meteor shower was 3:00 A.M.

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  (nods)  We agreed to dump the body where it would be found ... given a decent burial.

GRISSOM:  And then you went back to the compound ... and you used the funnel to distribute the ketamine and vodka.

(Quick flashback to:  The funnel is placed on a water bottle.  The ketamine bottles are opened and poured into the funnel.  End of flashback.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  I had to be the last to drink.

GRISSOM:  Did you watch them all die?  What was it like?

(Quick flashback to:  The kids drink the bottle and start coughing and throwing up.  They groan and cry out in pain.  On the last bunker, Abigail stares at her water bottle.  She doesn't drink.  One by one, they gasp for breath and die on their beds.  She recaps the bottle.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  They just died.

GRISSOM:  And you went home to your mother.

ABIGAIL SPENCER:  I know they're all up there ... happy ... healthy ... perfect. You don't believe we're one in the universe?

GRISSOM:  Abigail ... I'm sure if there is something out there looking down on us from somewhere else in the universe, they're wise enough to stay away from us.



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