"Mommy, up." " Up, mommy, up." " Not now, baby, mommy's busy." " Go find daddy." " Honey, I cannot find my navy suit." " Oh, I'm sorry, shoot." " I meant to get it this morning, but henry was doing his ear-itchy thing, so I took him to Dr. Neilsen." " I'll get it first thing tomorrow." " Oh, I have an early meeting, sweetie." " So go get it." " All right." " Daddy, no leave." " You give him a bath, I'll go." " Welcome to LVRP, rat pack radio." " Here's an oldie but a goodie by two salty dogs of stage and screen, Bobby Darin and Johnny Mercer." " Bad day when you can't even run a simple errand." " Everybody's got dirty laundry." " Sometimes it gets you killed." " What would she have done if she didn't have a second story?" " Every death has at least two stories." " Two GSWs to the chest." " Rigor hasn't set." " Probably been dead less than four hours." " Thanks, David." " Mr. Chen works here alone with his wife, and english is not their first language." " I'm not even real sure that it's their second, but what I did gather is that the steam machines are very noisy, so neither one of them really heard anything." " Mr. Chen found the body when he was closing up around 9:00." " Said she's a regular customer." " Well, I got a phone and keys, but no purse." " Mugging?" " Take the purse, leave the Lexus?" " Yeah, that's not real savvy, is it?" " Car's been keyed." " Registered to a Dr. Gary Sinclair." " Yeah, that's gonna probably be the husband." "" Gary home" has called her six times in the last hour." " Wife and mother." " I'll check the trash cans for the complex, see if I can find her purse." " Maybe they dumped what they couldn't liquidate." " Well, she obviously doesn't have any kids." " Place is like a museum." " This chick hung out with some big wigs." " She was a big wig." " Jill case, editor-in-chief of the Las Vegas Globe." " She was a wunderkind." " One of the youngest women in history to run a newspaper." " Well, I've been all around the house, no sign of a forced entry." " Consistent with suicide." " So is this." " You can't even use a whole sheet of paper for your suicide note?" " Well, I don't know, maybe if you feel like you don't deserve to take up space on the planet, you don't deserve a whole piece of paper." " She obviously ate at "Joie de vive."" " It's the only place that still serves old school swan doggie bags." " Yeah, dressed in a fancy outfit, having a fancy meal." " If you're planning on killing yourself, why do you bring home a doggie bag?" " It's human nature." " We continue to perform the routine motions of our life until the moment of our death." " DNA's been sent out, but this is one case where I don't need to wait for results." " Identical twins?" " You got to be kidding me." " They're even wearing the same toenail polish." " And both... wore the same watch, too." " Oh, it's just too much." " Well..." "Eight year olds dressing alike I kind of get, but grown women?" " That's weird." " Some people like it." " I'm a twin." " Really?" " Well, I was." " My twin died in utero." " My mother didn't tell me about it until I was an adult." " When I decided to become a coroner, she blamed herself." " She said it was because I'd spent so many days living next to a dead body." " Well, speaking of dead bodies, uh..." "Right." " Jill has petechia around the eyes, bruising around the neck, and a broken clavicle." " All consistent with a hanging." " And I extracted these from amanda." " One went straight to the heart." " The other penetrated the right lung." " Sharp shooter or close range." " Don't tell me they died at the same moment." " Not quite." " Amanda was a couple hours ahead of her sister." " Our two cases have become one." " Could still be two cases." " What happened to Mr. No-such-thing-as-coincidence?" " Simplest hypothesis is usually the correct one." " If you hear hooves, think horses not zebras." " What would the horses be in this case?" " Murder/suicide." " Jill killed Amanda." " Felt guilty, then killed herself." " And, uh, what do you got to support that?" " Did you notice any photos of Amanda or her family in Jill's house?" "  No." "  Right." " And I looked through Amanda's phone book, Jill was not even in it." " Well, maybe she had her number memorized." " Brass spoke with Jill's attorney for next of kin." " None existed." " She's leaving a small fortune to various charities." " It just sounds to me like estrangement." " Okay, even if that's not the exact way it went down," "I'll bet you a dollar that the twins deaths are related." " Two women found dead on opposite sides of town." " If they didn't look alike, would you still link them?" " If they're relatives, yes." " Sisters, husband and wife, father and son." " Okay." " Okay, what?" " I'll take the bet." " I must've called her ten times, then after about an hour I got so worried." " Did your wife have any enemies?" " Anyone she was fighting with?" " No, she was a good wife, great mother." " There's no one..." "Home,daddy,home." " Okay, buddy." " Can you- hey, you know what?" " Come over here." " Can you come over here and draw your butterfly that you draw?" " What was her relationship like with Jill?" " Jill who?" " Her twin sister, Jill Case." " Amanda didn't have a sister." " DNA tells us otherwise." " My wife was an only child." " Sh-she was adopted, but... is it possible that... your wife knew she had a twin, but she hadn't told you?" " Well, I'd like to think no." " That we told each other everything." " But that's not..." " True?" " A marriage." " Married, detective?" " N o." "Something weird happens between two people who know each other for years, see each other every day." " Every night I drive home from the hospital and I think of 12 things I want to tell amanda." " And then I get home and, uh... she's cooking." " And we read stories to Henry and then... the phone rings, so I- you know, you say, "oh,I'll just tell her tomorrow." " Tomorrow." " I'd like to meet her." " Jill." " I'm sorry that's... that's not possible." " We found them both..." "last night." " What happened?" " Right now... we don't know." " It's okay, daddy." " Let's go home and see mommy." " Okay." " I got your text." " What's up?" " Sing it, dude." " This is huge." " Oh, Mandy oh, you came and you..." "Oh, Mandy well, you came and you gave Without taking but I sent you away..." "Oh, Mandy." " I got a hit off of that envelope you found in Amanda's purse." " It's a Dora Pomerantz." " Oh, that would make sense." " The letter was signed "Dora."" " Do you wanna know why she's in the system?" " Mrs. Pomerantz?" " Who wants to know?" " Detective Curtis and CSI Nick Stokes." " We just need to ask you a few questions." " About what?" " Your twins." " That was a very long time ago." " We were just curious about the circumstances under which they were adopted." " I was 18 years old when I got pregnant." " Charlie said he'd stay with me." " Then he got drafted to Vietnam." " Came home six months later... in a box." " These two chirping birds." " I couldn't get them to stop." " I couldn't take it." " So one day I just... boop... snapped." " That was it." " No more babies." " I spent ten years in a state facility, you know?" " We were aware." " How have you been since?" " Fine." " A smart doctor put me in touch with an equine assisted therapy program." " Saved my life." " Horses don't have judgments." " They have needs." " Meet the needs, the horse is happy." " Helped retrain my brain." " Healthy enough to get back in touch with your daughters?" " Oh, no." " Not recommended." " Sometimes you just can't go back." " Is that why you wrote Amanda this letter saying," ""please do not ever contact me again?"" " Who's Amanda?" " One of your daughters." " We keep envelopes loose in a desk drawer." " I must've touched it before she sent it." "  Who?" "  The handwriting, it's Tiffany's." " I'm sorry." " Who's Tiffany?" " I had no idea my mom had given up a kid." " But I did know that there was no way she could handle dealing with it." " So... you always go through your mom's mail?" " My dad and i have a system." " We screen all her mail." " Why's that?" " She's got this problem." " Any time a children's charity solicitation comes, she donates and not just a little." " Half my college fund was gone before we realized what was going on." " So you thought Amanda had her hand out?" " Wasn't worth the risk." " The anti-depressants and the horses help, but my mom's barely hanging on." " And I only have a year left before I go to college." " I just need her to hang on one more year." " So, I sent the polite response and hoped it was over." " Did Jill ever try to contact your mom?" " Who's Jill?" " So I got bad news and weird news." " Which would you like to hear first?" " Bad." " Bad news:" "I got nothing from the blue stocking that was found in the trash." " Weird news:" "I tested the red lipstick on Gary Sinclair's collar and I got DNA, but it wasn't his wife's." " Well, based on the contents of her purse, she's more the lip balm type." " You know I like to be thorough, so..." "I ran it through CODIS and I actually got a hit:" "Natal Peled." " She's in the system from a rape charge in L.A." "They don't put victim's DNA in the database." " No, they don't." " Yeah, I had to know, so I called a friend of mine at L.A. Sheriff's department, and apparently, Natal was a nurse at a Hollywood hospital." " And she went to the annual christmas party, she fed this doctor a bunch of cocktails, slipped him a provalice, and then took him up to a hotel room." " And rumor has it, it was in order to have unprotected, you know...baby-making sex." " So he pressed charges, she was arrested, and then they settled out of court." " And now Natal's a nurse at our very own Desert Palm." " With Amanda's husband, Dr. Gary Sinclair." " Doctors have a name for what Natal is." " What she is?" " A woman who trolls hospitals looking to land themselves a doctor." " Call them bedpans:" "Shiny, full of crap, and... best when dumped." " Of course we slept together." " Who wouldn't want to get with this?" " Of course he's gonna deny it because of that little wife of his." " So you met his wife, Amanda?" " Please." " Yes, I've met her." " Always coming by the hospital, check up on him." " Talk about paranoid." " Hey, with you around... sounds like she had pretty good reason." " Mr. Stokes... men are like tigers- if you can't tame them, you must let them roam free." " I go now, yeah?" " Yes." " It seems that the paint on the sabra's key is consistent with Lexus factory issue." " Color's galactic grey mica IE9." " Same as Amanda's." " So... crazy chick keys the wife's car." " Is it gateway violence that led to murder, or just another coincidence like everything else in this case?" " I almost keyed a car once." " You what?" " I know, but, in the end, I couldn't go through with it." " So I peed on the door handles instead." " So they'd freeze up and can't get them open?" " N o." "It was San Diego." " Over a girl?" " Over a "B."" "Professor gave me one on my term paper." " I felt I deserved an "A"." " So she definitely keyed the car, and may or may not have been doing the husband." " I'm going with yes." " Ballistics came back on the bullets that killed Amanda." " There's only one gun with a six right polygonal barrel that comes in a" ".41 caliber:" "A baby eagle- israeli military issue." " Israeli guns are really hard to find." " Unless you served in the israeli army like Natal." " Okay, I certainly wouldn't put it past her, but what about the husband?" " Classic "he said, she said."" " They're either acting in cahoots, trying to confuse us, or Natal is acting on her own, thinking that the wife is the obstacle standing between them." " Nothing quite says "I love you" like, "I killed your wife so we can be together."" " Sir, we have a warrant to search the premises, and we need you to come down to the station." " If you can't make arrangements for your child, we have a child services advocate who can take him." " This is ridiculous." " I've been nothing but cooperative." " You harass me at my place of work." " You harass me at my home." " Now you want to take my kid away?" " Sir, are you resisting?" " I didn't kill my wife." " I was giving my son a bath." " I couldn't have done it." " Can I at least put my shoes on?" " What have you got?" " A smoking gun." " You're not going to like the answer." " The DNA on the cigarette butts doesn't match Natal." " Come on." " You can't tell me we're back to square one on this deal." " Well, we're not." " DNA was female, so I ran it against Amanda, thinking, I don't know, maybe she takes super-secret cigarette breaks." " And it wasn't a match, but they do have seven loci in common." " So, is there another sister maybe?" " Tiffany." " I'm confused." " This is 'cause I was smoking?" " Well, no, smoking is bad for you, but, no, this is really more about where you were smoking." " I'm an only child who lives on a horse farm in the middle of nowhere with a horse - whispering mother and a dad who works all the time to avoid her." " When Amanda's letter came..." "I was so excited at the idea of having a sister." " I was jumping out of my skin." " So I told my mom I joined cheerleading." " And after school, I would..." "You'd what?" " It started where I would just drive by." " And then it escalated?" " Well... once, I saw her in the yard, playing with her little boy." " So I started parking out front." " Hoping to see her again." " Basically, I would just sit there, imagining her in my life." " She'd make me tea." " And we'd go over my college applications and talk about boys." " It was like a TV commercial." " And then what?" " Did your... curiosity... become an obsession?" " Oh, my God." " No." " I could barely get up the courage to introduce myself." " That's why I'd just sit there smoking." " And then my stomach would hurt, so I would just drive home." " And now, I'll never get the chance." " Hey, Grissom said you might need some help." " What?" " I don't know, you don't look like you've been put through the ringer." " Well, I guess the inquest was the easy part." " Now the kid's family wants to sue me." " Know any good lawyers?" " I hate lawyers." "  Want to take the bathroom?" "  Sure." " I found her naughty drawer." " My favorite part of any bedroom search." " I don't believe these girls anymore." " Looks like someone's been elevated to drawer status." " Well, apparently, love can't cure all that ails." " Alprazolam, clonazepam, diazepam and sertraline- all in her medicine cabinet." " Well, I said dude had a drawer, I didn't say it was love." " She had OCD-related depression, which is very deceiving because the sufferers are high functioning." " It's not your usual, you know, "lie on the couch and listen to the beatles" kind of depression." " Did she ever talk about family?" " You know, when a patient dies, the doctor patient confidentiality clause is void." " But I'm just sort of feeling a little uncomfortable." " Do I have to... call a lawyer?" " It's entirely your choice." " We can subpoena her records, or you and I can talk." " Okay." " All she would say was that she didn't get along with her parents, and that, um, you know, relationships in general were difficult." " I mean, her condition made her excel professionally but flop personally." " We, uh, checked her records." " She was adopted as an infant." " Her parents never told her." " Well, that explains her abandonment-attachment issues, and why she always felt like a square peg in a round family." " Did you believe she was suicidal?" " Off the record, no, I don't." " I don't think she was suicidal," "I thought, I actually thought she was getting better." " So then how does an attractive, successful 36-year-old woman hang herself from her own balcony?" " 'Cause the choice was there." " At the end of the day, when an obsessive brain is presented with a choice, it just, sometimes, it just can't shut off the clatter of the idea until it sees it through to conclusion." " The idea found its way in." " It wasn't suicide." " These bruises developed postmortem." " Two on the front, eight on the back." " Strangulation." " Murder." " No, she missed the morning news meeting, all the section editors are biting my head off." " Look, I don't have a straight answer for you." " No, I've called, I've emailed, I've texted." " She'd have to be lying dead in a ditch not to answer her phone." " I know." " Bye." " Can I help you?" " I'm detective Jim Brass, Las Vegas police." " This is Warrick Brown from the crime lab." " We have a warrant to search Jill Case's office." " Okay, is she in some kind of trouble?" " Well, it wasn't a ditch." " Oh, my God." " I..." "God." " What's going on?" " Back off." " Get away." " All of you, go!" " Go!" " Look, you can't drop a hot one in a room full of vultures." " They smell blood." " Half of them were wanting to pry her ass out of that chair for months." " I'll need a list of all the employees who work for the paper." " Can you provide that?" " I don't have access to that kind of information." " You're gonna have to go down to human resources." " Human resources." " Okay." " You're on your own." " I'll be taking a look inside her office, okay?" " Did Jill have a computer?" " Yeah, her laptop, of course." " It was like an extra limb." " What's with the locked drawer?" " That was a new thing." " She's always been neurotic, but lately she's been secretive, like sneaky- rolling her own calls, making her own appointments, talking with editors from other newspapers." " Honestly, I just thought she was looking for another job." " Did you ever try to open this drawer?" " Are you kidding?" " She had the only key, and protecting her privacy was how I kept my job." " Because Amanda's murder is still unsolved, I cross-checked the twins' address books." " Now, they have no contacts in common, but... there are a couple freaky things." " So Amanda was set to pick up dry cleaning in the morning, but it looks as though she had a sick child, so she went at night instead." " Right." " And if she'd gone earlier than she was supposed to, she might've run into Jill, who was scheduled to pick up her dry cleaning at 8:30 in the morning." " But it gets better." " Based on receipts from Amanda's planner and quicken listings from Jill's treo, they used the same dry cleaner, same car dealership, they both had a weakness for the same frozen yogurt and blended mochas, and in two weeks, Jill was scheduled to teach a university extension class in photography." " Guess who was signed up to take the class?" " Amanda." " They would've finally met." " So having the same toe nail polish and watch made sense when we thought they knew each other, but now?" " I mean, they even have almost the same handwriting." " Well, people's first explanation with twins is always parapsychology, but the truth is, there's a lot of biological encoding at work." " I mean, if you have the same musculature and bone structure in your hand, the chance of writing the same is not out of the question." " If beauty is in the eye of the bolder, and you both see with the same eyes or taste with the same tongue... well, I don't know whose eyes she was using for this guy." " Jill was scheduled to have dinner at "Joie de Vive" on the night she died." " So Warrick called over and got the surveillance footage." " I don't have an ID yet." " I do." " Her relationship with me was the most intimate she's ever had." " I actually felt like we were making progress." " Until the murder." " What are you talking about?" " She committed suicide." " Did I tell you that?" " What are- what are you suggesting, that I murdered my own patient?" " Let me run down the sequence of events." " So you took your "girlfriend" out to dinner." " Then you brought her home for a little tie me up, tie me down." " But things get wonky and in the throes of passion, you remembered," ""wait a minute, she's a patient."" " So she had a history of depression." " So you used that knowledge to cover it up." " Well, we did go to dinner that night, but afterwards I dropped her off." " Because she said she had work to do." " I didn't even go inside, so I don't even understand your question." " Are you saying the two of you never had rough sex?" " Now, be careful here, doctor." " Yeah, it's true that, in the past, we engaged in some, you know, some, uh, role playing sex games to help get her comfortable, but..." "But what?" " She was the "S." I was the "M."" "You know, how we thought that the shrink was a slam dunk for Jill's strangulation-hanging-combo?" " Well, I ran his DNA against the epithelials we found on the leash." " And the epithelials are male, but they're not his." " Thanks." " News on our case..." "The shrink might not have done it?" " How did you know?" " Because Archie found us another strong suspect." " You know, that flash drive that I found in the locked drawer in Jill Case's office," "I thought it was just a bunch of photos but it turns out there was a little bit more than meets the eye." " You mean the flash drive was a transformer?" " Well, the pictures kind of were." " Check it out." " Look familiar?" " This got bought by the AP." " It was on the front page of the Las Vegas Globe." " It won a Pulitzer." " It was everywhere." " Okay." " So what?" " These are Jake Lenoir's photographs taken in Iraq last summer." " Watch this." " The front page news was actually a composite?" " Well, it's a..." "essentially an art project." " And Jill printed it." " I assume she didn't realize it until it was too late." " And before she died, she was trying to figure out how to handle it." " The only thing standing between Jake and the rest of his career was the truth." " And Jill Case." " Well, it must be fun to be you." " Got a job that takes you around the world, get to meet some great girls, even win some awards." " So why would an adrenaline junkie like you, waste his time with photoshopping?" " Let me tell you something that the, um... newspapers, TV stations don't want to hear." " There's nothing over there to photograph." " Insurgents?" " They fire off their outdated weapons, then run the other way." " When we do midnight raids in the villages, you know what the people tell us?" "" Ali Baba not here."" " We are fighting a fictional character." " And you got thousands of soldiers over there, kids, 18 years old, pumped up on testosterone, full of nicotine, and caffeine, waiting for something to bloody well happen." " And you know what?" " You pray for a roadside bomb because it feels like action." " But you can't photograph the taste of gasoline." " It just looks like smoke." " So one day, yeah, I'm screwing around on my computer." " Couple of soldiers come by, took a look at what I'm doing." " You know what they say?" " They say, "Yeah, yeah, that's our war."" " That's what it's like waiting and bodyhauling." " So I had it." " I had the image that said it all." " So yes, I used a lie to tell the truth." " Well, thanks for the insight." " But I'm looking for another kind of confession." " I'm here to bust you for the murder of Jill Case." " What?" " Come on, she was hip to your, uh, you know cut and paste scheme and she was going to blow the whistle on you." " Yeah, well, I heard she committed suicide and look." "  Oh, is that what you heard?" "  Yeah." " Me and her, we had a history, okay." " We dated." " But if she felt like outing me for this all I had to do was accuse her of sexual harassment and we both go down." " Maybe ethical journalism was worth the price for her." " Doubtful." " Without her job, she had nothing." " Well, for a while, she had you." " Yeah, but not for long." " Bird was rigid in everything she did." " Having sex with her was like... eating glass." " The lab did a DNA test." " Your skin cells are all over the dog leash that was used to hang her." " Well, I was probably the last person to actually walk that dog." " God knows she never did." " Guess this is more like his crash pad between foreign assignments." " I'm sorry, I just don't see miss neat knickers and this guy making it as a couple, you know." " Still no laptop." " Steal it, scrub it and lose it." " This guy's smart." " This is all just circumstantial." " Now we know how he got her to write the suicide note." " She wasn't sorry to be living." " She was sorry that Jake was such a liar." " Well, this is more like what we need." " Warrick." " Didn't Nick's case have a blue thigh high stocking?" " Yeah." " Even if he was the one that strangled Jill, there was no blood at the crime scene." " Well, with two gunshots to the chest, Jill's twin sister was a bloody mess." " Checkmate?" " So he killed them both." " You must have thought you were losing your mind?" " Let me run it for you." " Jill always picked up her dry cleaning on thursday nights." " So right place, right time, right car, looks like the right woman," "you thought it was done." " So you go to the house, get the computer files and you think you're seeing your conscious walk through the door." " The first time you had a plan." " Make it look like a mugging." " The second time, you had to improvise." " So there were two of them." " I dated jill." " She kept the most rigid schedule of anyone I've ever met, you know." " It was always thursday night pick up the dry cleaning night." " And I mean, god forbid I wanted to see a movie or catch a show or something." " Leave it to Jill to be so thorough." " Makes me have to kill her twice." " We were both right." " That's a federal offense, you know." " I heard the guys solved a double murder." " I spent the day sitting on a bench outside the courtroom, they never got to me." " That sucks." " Feeling transcendental?" " Thoreau." " I, uh, I haven't read him since college." " Me, neither." " It holds up." "" I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion."" " Oh, look, you missed one." " Sixty-three down." "" Misanthrope."" " I won't wait up."