Once that commercial brain-teaser is over, we're back at Tony's body, with Catherine and Warrick working the scene. Several feet off, Gil's looking surly for no particular reason, and Brass comes over to exposit in his general direction and let him know that Tony hadn't even unpacked yet. Gil comments, "He made enemies fast." Brass adds, "Yeah, the old man he knocked down said the same thing. He was hauling ass."
Catherine checks out the impressive blood spatter on the wall and tells us, "Blood drops are medium to large. Low-velocity spatter. No castoff." Warrick suggests that maybe Tony wasn't beaten with a weapon. Catherine's skeptical about the possibility of hand-to-hand combat, and Warrick counters, "I know the guy is yoked. He's what -- six two, six three?" Catherine imagines that he may have been outnumbered. We flash to that scenario. Warrick comes back to the present, checks out the ground meat where Tony's face used to be, and winces. Yeah, no kidding.
Down in a basement lit only by dim -- oh, I'm sorry. I had confused the subplot subbasement with the casino's security office, what with Nicky and Sara being there and all. Anyhoo, they see Tony muscle his way across the floor, and a security guy helpfully points out that once Tony's off the floor, he's out of the cameras' sight. Nicky asks the security guard to roll back the tape so they can see where Tony had been playing prior to his death by drubbing. Nicky sees something and asks the security drone to slow it down.
He and Sara watch as a slight blond man leans over and grabs a chip off Tony's pile. Sara asks, "Did you see that?" Nicky grins as he replies, "Yeah. The little guy on the right just snaked him." Yeah, I'm sure Tony thought it was funny too. Sara watches as Tony tosses the dice, and marvels, "You've got to be kidding me. He just did it again." Nicky fatuously notes, "Two for two." Sara makes a comparative anatomy assessment regarding the blond guy's gumption vis-à-vis the contents of his jockeys, and Nicky wonders if the third time's the charm. Yup. Sara and Nicky continue viewing the tape and laying out the set-up: Tony notices the sneaky little guy lifting chips and makes a few threats, the blond guy gets up in Tony's grill, Tony continues to wax wroth, and then the two conclude it's time to see who the towheaded thief is. Sara asks for a still of the guy's face.
Speaking of still facial shots, behold Tony. David the Appalled Coroner ticks off the damage: "Fractures to the zygomatic, ethmoid and nasal bones. Also the mandible and maxilla. How many teeth did you find at the scene...he's missing six." That would be four more than were found at the scene. David helpfully adds, "I found one in the back of his mouth. He probably swallowed the other three." Well, at least he knows where they are, then. Had he lived, he could have asked for a bottle of ipecac and a dentist, and been on his way. Gil prods this expository scene along by noting that blood evidence at the scene suggests there wasn't a weapon in play. David confirms this -- it was a bare-knuckle beatdown. He then works around to cause of death: "Multiple blows to the head produced angular acceleration and deceleration in the brain. Twisting in the brain causes the bridging veins to rip. From there, it's all downhill." And we see it all -- including X-ray flashes of the brain being tossed around like the S.S. Minnow -- in slow-motion, spare-no-detail shots. I wonder for the umpteenth time why something so innocuous as a two-second allusion to sex that involves a) a position other than the missionary, and b) a woman who actually enjoys the act rates an adult warning prior to the episode's beginning, while endless replays of a man being beaten to death are apparently no big deal. Clearly, I like pondering the unknowable.