Anyway, Tony's not doing any pondering whatsoever because, as David explains in a TMIcam shot, "The axons in the white matter of the brain begin to snap. Officially, C.O.D. is diffuse axonal injury. Unofficially, it's the most brutal beating I've ever seen." One assumes he's being dispassionate in his statement because he's trying to maintain professional distance, and not because the director said anything so foolish as, "Hey. When commenting on this beating? Keep it casual, like you're ordering a latte or something. I'd hate for people to get the idea that this is a brutal and horrific way to die."
Gil, who is equally sanguine about Tony's mode of departure from this vale of tears, notes that the strangulation-style neck bruises were made by someone's left hand. David adds that there are also bruises from someone's knees on Tony's chest. Gil lays out the details just in case we've missed them from all the flashbacks thus far: "So -- knees on his chest, a hand on his throat, his head was butted up against the wall, and all the blows were directed at his face." David pokes a hole in the Mob-beatdown theory by noting that the M.O. Gil described doesn't leave a lot of room for other attackers to get their licks in. Gil figures there were no other attackers, and we see a flashback of that possibility. Or rather, you, the viewer, do, while I roll my eyes and grumble about this show's increasing reliance on gristly crime reconstruction at the expense of detailed and geeky science or lab sequences. David's a little incredulous that one guy did all this, but Gil's entirely willing to believe it.
In the next shot, we see a printout of the slight blond guy, and Brass is asking the maid who holds it if it matches up to a man she saw. She confirms that it does: she was in the bathroom, and she saw him march in and rinse off his hands. She adds that he left, and then she called security. Brass asks if she sees the guy now. Then, recognizing that she's more than a little freaked by this guy -- and probably thinking of every Lifetime movie ever made where Dean Cain/Mark Harmon/Harry Hamlin menaced plucky single mom/divorcee/youthful widow and struggling maid/entrepreneur/shop girl Markie Post/Melissa Gilbert/Nancy McKeon after they witnessed a crime/served on a jury before getting shot/being apprehended/being killed during a struggle thanks to the plucky heroine/her bland and hunky new boyfriend/her adorable kid...and on it goes. Lifetime movies aren't models of cinematic innovation so much as they're like ninety-minute Mad Libs. Anyway, my point is, Brass recognizes that the maid's all freaked out, and tells her all she has to do is nod if she recognizes the guy with the bloody hands. She can barely move her head for her frozen terror, but she manages to peg the guy.
Nicky notes that the guy she pointed out looks different: "ID's off. We're looking for a blue shirt and jeans." Brass points out, "He could have ditched the clothes. Let's be smart about this." He does not add, "Promotion material, my ass." The music gets all ominous, and Brass sidles on over with a cadre of uniforms. As he gets closer, the camera zooms in to see the hank of hair the blond's missing behind his left ear, plus the claw mark on the side of his neck. Brass gets to the point: "Las Vegas police. Put your hands behind your head and stand up."