The upshot is, the CSIs are back at the scene. Nicky sniffs and says, "That's decomp. It's subtle, but it's in here." Marty sniffs, "The nose knows." It is my sincerest hope that his knowing nose gets knocked into next week. Warrick asks if Marty steam-cleaned, as that process often brings out the decomp smell. Marty says nervously, "I don't get paid until this place smells like Eternity for Men." For someone who was bellowing about how he made six figures in last scene's interminable monologue, you think he'd be a little cooler over one job. The CSIs sniff around, then get Mister Six Figures to agree to take them to lunch.
Meanwhile, in the A-plot, Dan's getting overly symbolic with Sara as he shows her his empty pool and explains, "The crack runs right through the deep end. Had to drain it. Half the neighbors have cracked slabs, leaky roofs. This was perfect when Vanessa and I moved in. The place isn't built to last." Oh, gosh, do you want to continue talking about how Metaphor Acres may look delightful but actually conceals a host of problems? Sara grows tired of these literary devices, so she breaks the news that Vanessa didn't drown in the fountain, and so the CSIs are testing every pool and spa in the community. She asks if there was swimming at the Brady bash, and Dan's all, "Why?" Sara's alarm bells do not go off as she replies, "Routine question." Dan replies, "Some, I guess. It was that kind of party." A pool party? I hope swimmers waited half an hour after fornicating. Throughout this whole thing, daughter Amy has been sitting on the edge of the empty pool, sporting a pair of sunglasses that turn her into a dead rip-off -- I mean, "homage to" Lolita Haze. Dan cops to Vanessa maybe swimming after he left. Sara and he go a few rounds over how well he knew the other partygoers.
In another backyard, Liam scoops some water out of the pool while Deedee Pfeiffer (whom, some forum members and I agree, reminds us of a poor man's Cameron Diaz) and the guy who played Gay Matt on Melrose Place look on. Poor Doug Savant -- not only is he immediately known to an entire generation of TV-watchers as Gay Matt, but he's got this habit of getting cast in shows where he's the relatively sane one on the block. Between MP, Desperate Housewives and this, he's going to get a rep as a warning sign that you're moving into Crazy Glen Estates. ["Or about to die of an airborne virus." -- Sars] By the way, these two actors are playing the Bradys. While I've been carrying on about Doug Savant's career legacy, we've learned that the HOA bylaws prohibit using chlorine in your pools, and the pool boy's been by this morning to take care of the pool. I bet he has. Brass asks if last night's party was a special occasion, and Mrs. Brady says, "We just had the neighbors over for cocktails." And what looks to be the largest game of strip poker played in Nevada. Mr. Brady adds, "We do it once a month. We all take turns." We establish that Vanessa was wearing a LBD (Little Black Dress) and, according to Mr. Brady, there's no inter-neighbor bickering because "we are a friendly group." Gil then asks, "May we take a look inside your house?" Mrs. Brady leans back so as to take her tank top to the kind of topological extremes not even Catherine is brazen enough to attempt. "Look anywhere you want," she invites Gil. So he gives her a once-over, behind the Bug Man sunglasses. Brass smirks.