And now we have a scene in which some total geek -- we can tell because he's a) bearded, b) pudgy, c) sporting a "Lucio Fulci: Godfather of Gore" t-shirt, so we know the guy's a genre-film buff, and d) decorating with The Punisher posters -- is passed out in a chair, blithely snoring away while the police break down his door. And this is how Brass concludes that the delivery pickup address is part of a false trail the perp laid down. He tells Gil, "Nothing but a fat drunk and a bad smell." Ha! It's funny when gory film directors make fun of ardent movie fans!
As Brass jaws with Gil, we learn that Archie's trying to track the IP address for the Web camera, the feed stays active for two minutes every time someone presses a button, and Gil's got things to talk to and people to do. Or vice-versa. As he strides off, the camera pulls in on Ecklie's back; he's busy telling a bunch of extras that "I have some bad news." To impart how bad the news is, the camera swings to a full-on shot of Ecklie, who says, "A little while ago, I spoke with the mayor directly. The city of Las Vegas is not going to finance a ransom. Oscar Goodman said he'd rather blow the money on gin and major league baseball -- something about bribing the Marlins to move? Anyway, better hope this CSI kidnapping is a one-time thing, or else tell your parents to think about a line of credit. Just in case." Okay, actually Ecklie regurgitates the line that it's against department policy to negotiate with terrorists, no exceptions.
Here's Gil's pressing appointment. Catherine introduces him to Judge and Mrs. Stokes. Gil says, "I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances." The judge grits, "Have you been in contact with the animals who took my son?" Catherine tries to appease him by saying they expect to be in contact in roughly four hours. She does not add, "That's two hours after your boy runs out of air." The judge speaks again: "We were able to rustle up $20,000 cash." That's so evocative -- it's like they have a cash ranch, with herds of dollar bills roaming the plains and billboys rustling them along to be bound into bundles. ["Where is this magical farm? Where, where?" -- Sars] Anyway, $20K cash right now, $100K to come from the bank, and Judge Stokes prepared to sell everything to make the money, but it'll take another day. Gil begins, "Judge Stokes --" and that's when Mrs. Stokes decides to snap out of her fugue state to slide the cash across the table and ask, "Can we give them the money we have now, try to buy more time?" Catherine and Gil exchange a look. Or rather, Catherine turns her head toward Gil to evoke expression, while he looks extremely awkward. Gil says, "I don't think that'll help." Mrs. Stokes looks like he just slapped her. The judge says, "There's got to be something we can do." Catherine says, "You've already done it, by showing your support --" Mrs. Stokes cuts her off with, "We're not here to show support. We're here to get Nicky home." Catherine looks...the same as she does in every other shot. But if she could show emotion, I bet it would be sadness. Once again, Gil is left to do the heavy lifting: "We're not sure who has your son. Or why." The judge is all, "Some kind of an investigator you are. What, have you been staring at a webcam all night? What the hell do you know?" "Many, many, many things about bugs," Gil replies. "Also Shakespeare. Would you like me to quote something appropriate?" Or nothing along those lines. The judge is getting testy: "Let's just cut to the gist. What proof do you have that my boy's still alive?" Gil's all, "Have you heard of the InterWeb? With the cameras where the girls undress for you? It's like that, only less sexy."