Back at the B-plot, Warrick ducks into the room where Sara's dusting the bamboo pole for prints, and asks, "Is this where the limbo party is?" He comes on it and gives her her one-to-ones. Get your minds back on the episode: it's all about the tire treads and shoe prints. Five suspects walked in and four people ran out. Sara's not doing so well: "Well, I have black lung from all the [fingerprint] powder, and not a single print. Nada. Nothing." Warrick asks if she's tested the pole for GSR, reasoning, "The place was riddled with bullets; it wouldn't hurt." Cut to the two of them testing the pole together. After that turns up nothing, Warrick suggests that maybe the pole is just a piece of debris left at the scene. Sara's not buying it, and she takes the pole down to Trace to give Hodges a crack at it. As she walks down the hall, she nearly takes out a coworker. The unnamed lackey manages to avoid losing an eye to the pole and comes over to tell Warrick that Timmy's mom, Mrs. McCallum, is with the LVPD. Warrick bids him, "Tell them I'm on my way," with a minimum of beleaguerment on his face. Our Warrick is growing up. Or growing into Gil. You make the call.
Over at the Artypants Theatre, the usher is explaining how he had gone to get a soda. That usher looks like he's a walking NIH study in "What happens when we put all the recessive genes in the human chromosome together?" He then recalls, "A tall redhead came out of the theatre, and then she made a phone call from over there." We flash back to a redhead doing so; she's filmed from the back so we can't see her face. Brass confirms, "From the pay phone." Before Gil and Catherine can mobilize, he cuts them off, "Right, right -- I'm on it." Brass takes off and Catherine asks, "Did you happen to notice if she was wearing gloves?" "Yeah, she was, actually. I thought it was really weird, because it's, like, 70 degrees in here," the usher replies. He is the most attentive stoner in the history of stonerdom. Wow. Gil asks if he remembers anything else, and the usher replies, "No. She just threw something in the trash, then headed out." Gil and Catherine check the trashcan and then, as one, turn to look at the usher. He explains, "The cleaning crew's in the theatre now. They got a late start because of you guys." I'll say. The chronology for this episode is all wacky -- are we to assume that the theatre's been closed for a day or two while the lab processed evidence? Or that the CSIs hit the theatre at night, got all the evidence in the wee small hours, then motored over to Audrey's house before coming back to the theatre? I've never gotten a good feel for exactly how much time elapses between significant steps in each case. Anyway, Gil rolls his eyes expressively; then he and Catherine go into the theatre where the two-woman crew is cleaning.
Catherine gets there first and asks what happened to the lobby's trash. As the first woman explains that the trash has already been bagged, but it should be around somewhere, Catherine notices the second cleaning in what appears to be a very nice pair of leather gloves. Gil asks, "Excuse me? Where did you get those gloves?" The first woman -- apparently the spokesperson for the duo -- says confrontationally, "If it's garbage, it's hers. They let us keep whatever we find as long as it's been thrown out." Gil promptly whips $60 out of his wallet and says, "I tell you what: I'll buy you a new pair of gloves." The women exchange a look, and then Maid #2's got a wad of cash. Well, that'll buy her something pretty at the Forum shops.