CSI: Vegas

High drama in low tides at Lake Mead this morning.

A shallow diver searching for hidden treasure

found more than what he bargained for,

deadly remains. Sir?

I'm here now with Jeremiah Beck, the diver.

Sir, what were you looking for down there

besides the shock of your life?

Oh, uh, buddies of mine have been finding

all kind of cool stuff since the lake dried up.

Mm.

Y'all waiting for an engraved invitation?

There are human remains down there.

Let's get to work.

What?

It's a child.

Go for Roby.

Look, it's a dollar bill in a sealed baggie.

Oh, look, they doodled on it.

- Little smiling little egg. - Yeah.

Whoa, look at that date.

1982.

Hey, Greg.

Dr. Roby. You rang?

I get it. Count Sanders 'cause I asked you

to be on the "vampire shift." Yeah, you funny.

- I vant to make you proud. - Yeah, yeah, yeah,

I know, I know.

Seriously, though, I'm happy

to pinch-hit for your nightshift supervisor.

Thank you. I thank you.

Claudia thanks you.

Her new little baby thanks you.

I think I can lose some sleep

over one new mother's maternity leave,

but I thought my reunion tour of duty

didn't start till tonight.

Okay, sorry to tap you early,

but I'm in the middle of a waking nightmare.

Let Count Sanders guess, body in a barrel.

- Mm-hmm. - Rumor has it, it's an early '80s mob hit.

It's not a mob hit because the body belongs to a child,

and what I really need

is an anthropologist. You got one?

Let me grab my cape.

- You've come to the right vampire. - Come on, Count.

- Well, hello. - Dr. Roby.

Oh, and you must be Dr. Hudson.

I'm Dr. Heather Chumani.

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

Someone show me a pelvic bone.

Boy, you guys did a nice job of setting this out here.

Thank you.

Mm...

Oh... poor girl.

It's a girl.

It's difficult to determine morphology of race,

but I do know that we're looking at a female child.

Based on the...

non-fusion of the basilar suture,

I'd say your girl was around eight to ten years old.

Hmm...

What's less certain is the cause of this outer scrape,

the right side of the temple,

just above the orbital bone.

- Antemortem or postmortem? - Neither, I think.

Probably perimortem, near time of death.

I don't know how long our Jane Doe

has been in that lake, but

based on the osteologic reaction to the temple, I'm thinking

whatever happened to her face

is the reason why she's in that barrel.

So, can you bring our little girl back to life?

All I need is a quiet work area.

I know just the place.

There she is.

Maxine Roby,

meet our little Jane Doe.

We have your face.

Now, all we need is your name.

Can I ask you a question?

Yup.

How did the anthropologist determine her skin tone?

She didn't.

Uh, I mean, she's not translucent, so...

It's called "neutral palette technique."

When the race of a victim is unknown,

the forensic artists use a blend of all skin pigmentations.

Hmm. Makes sense.

We need an image that's as inclusive as possible.

Cast the widest net.

We want everyone giving this girl a careful look.

Yeah, I will. I will be there in an hour.

Let me call you back.

Uh, what's going on?

It'll come to you.

Oh...

Bryan's art thing. Damn it.

The gallery opening for his girlfriend.

- We were, we were supposed to... - I know, I know. I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize to me. I'm just the ex-husband.

I expect to be blown off.

Bryan, though...

What do you want me to tell him?

I'll talk to him.

I got to put out my own fires. Damn it.

I don't see any fires, but I do smell smoke.

You okay?

They found the remains of a child

in a barrel

at the bottom of Lake Mead.

- It's a cold case. Gonna be a long week. - Hmm.

- They all are. - Yeah.

I understand. Um...

Work comes first.

Yeah.

If you just so happen to get a break,

text me.

We can take Bry to lunch, make it up to him.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Time?

37 seconds.

Texas Chainsaw Massacre fans would be impressed

by the way you wield that thing.

Well, I have been lumber-jacking since I left CSI.

- Really? - No.

- Oh. - I've been writing a book,

but I do own several flannel shirts.

I've got to wonder, why so blue?

Hand me the scalpel and a Q-pack.

- Yeah. - I'm gonna get this to trace.

Wait.

What is that?

"Salt Mine Company"?

Salt Mine Company specializes in the obvious,

sodium production.

Our facility also manufactures

its own barrels for transport.

I think what you're looking for

is right here, model MHAZ.

Made of cold rolled steel.

We used them in the late '70s, early '80s.

That's when you switched to plastic?

Yeah.

Makes sense, given the weather and oxidation,

this rock salt becomes hygroscopic,

changes into liquid

and clumps... up...

You want a job here or something?

No, we just want to confirm.

This barrel did come from Salt Mine Co.?

Hon, I suspect you can read.

We ship all over the world.

That one with your body in it,

it could've come from Munich or Manhattan.

This one was dumped in Lake Mead, not the East River.

When did you start working here?

Started in '79. Why?

I want a roster of employees from back then.

Yeah, okay.

As if someone couldn't have stolen the damn barrel.

You ever think that, uh, your kid in the can

might've been some parent's way of, uh,

getting rid of a problem?

I think this was some parent's worst nightmare.

Fellas, I got to go get

a missing girl's face out into the community,

and you got to get me that roster.

Or I'll be back.

Dr. Milton Hudson examining the skeletal remains

of an unidentified child,

presumed missing,

Jane Doe.

Full skeletal remains

came from a barrel discovered in Lake Mead.

Approximate height:

four feet, four inches tall.

Approximate weight: 60 to 70 pounds.

There are no irregular, identifying features.

Just who this little girl was, that remains...

Unknown.

Capitate, hamate bones...

nearly obliterated.

- Is that a gunshot wound? - Looks like.

Can't say which direction the shot was fired,

but the bullet hit the right wrist square.

Uh-huh.

Uh...

Perimortem is the theme of the day.

Looks like a clear, perforated hole right through the scapula.

Through and through.

- Looks like. - Mm-hmm.

Bullet exited her back and just

kept on going. It means that she was

probably shot at close range, right?

All of this damage could be explained by a single shot.

- She's facing the shooter. - Mm-hmm.

Put up a hand.

Okay.

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