Pupils are even. He blew himself up and left us with nothing. Sir, are you experiencing any ringing in your ears? We got the kidnapper's truck. Nevada tags: 374-robert-charlie-david. Run the plate. That's the wrong box, Greg. Well, pick one. There's three. That one right there. Give me a break. I haven't done this before. All right, let's go over it again. The diagnostic unit gets attached to that black box, which gives us the mileage of his last trip. Like an airplane. That gives us the radius for the search area. Right. Got it. 23 miles. We know he was heading east on the 215. I'll get a map. (Grunts) Somebody bag this money, please? Don't get any funny ideas, either. (Sighs) What I had to do to get this money and for what. There's no ID on him. (Garbled radio transmission) I got a thumb. How's he doing? (Beeping) Hard to say. About the same, I guess. I'm gonna get some coffee. Yeah. (Beep) (Sighs) Enough with the... enough with the damn light! (Panting) (Sighs) (Low humming whirring) (Sighs) (Low humming) No. The fan's connected... the fan's connected to the light. (Sighs) (Beeps) (Beeping) (Beeping) (Beeping) (Beeps) (Sighs) (Lever clacks) (Panting) (Groans softly) (Panting) (Groans) (Panting) (Beeping) What are you doing, Nicky? (Groans) What are you doing, Nicky? Don't do it, Nicky! (Gunshots, groan) You son of a bitch! (Beep) (Laughing) (Panting) (Laughing) (Sighs, panting) (Laughing) Oh. (Beeps) You're still alive. Johnson: The light and the fan must have been running off the same battery. Well, at least Nicky's keeping it together. That's good. What about the web cam trace? Signal's running through an anonymiser. Different ISP each time we click the button. But I think I've got a handle on the pattern. Getting closer. (Beeping) Sara? I got something off your thumb. So when you struck out on prints, I ran DNA through CODIS, hoping maybe the guy was in the system off an open case or a prior felony. I got no straight-up match, but... But you got a moderate stringency match for a Kelly Gordon. Yeah, seven alleles in common, and based on the age, I'd say it was his daughter. Good work, Mia. Sidle: Kelly Gordon is currently in state prison serving year three of a five-year sentence for accessory to murder. The address of her crime scene is 625 Viking Circle. That's the same place where the messenger picked up the package. It wasn't random. Hey, baby, let's go. (Birds singing) (Two gunshots) Neither was the Styrofoam cup. So at trial, you testified that you went with your boyfriend to visit a buddy of his. And when you went in the house, your boyfriend blew the guy away. He wasn't my boyfriend. I knew the guy two weeks. Why am I here? Sidle: A Styrofoam cup with your DNA on it was found in that house. You claimed you dropped it running for your life. My word against a cup, and the next five years, I'm being traded for cigarettes by my cell mate. You're not reopening my case. What do you want? Your father took it pretty hard. He was an aerospace engineer, right? Good with explosives? So, this is about my dad? (Sighs) You know, we had your visitors' log. Your father stopped coming to see you six weeks into your sentence. Seeing your daughter turned into some... hood rat's lesbian sex slave can be rather emotional. Why did he come see you last week? Did you know what he was planning to do? I don't know. What did he do? He kidnapped a friend of mine. A CSI. And then he blew himself up. Tried to take some cops with him. How many did he get? Hey, we're all still here. Nick is still missing. Who's Nick? The CSI is still missing. Do you know where he is? That's pretty funny-- you guys not being able to find something. Brass: Yeah, look, if you cooperate, we can get your sentence reduced. You know what I used to do before this? Back when I was alive? I used to grow things. Outside. I was studying horticulture. Flowers. My cell mate, Trish, gave me one for Valentine's Day. Want to smell it? I hope your friend dies. # It was Christmas in Las Vegas # # when the locals take the town # # Teresa hit a streak # # and laid her waitress apron down # # She was playing penny poker # # over at the old Gold Spike # # She tired of Texas hold 'em # # so she switched to let it ride... # Hey, I found a trigger wire. Maybe... once we reassemble all the components, we'll be able to tell where the bomb came from. Maybe... Yeah, maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe if we count up all the damn "maybes," maybe Nick will be alive! You know what I'm saying?! Was that necessary? Never mind my clothes. Look at the evidence. Sorry, Greg. I'll talk to him. Hey, Warrick, hey. Hey, how you holding up? I'm not. I know. I just can't help thinking that could have been me in that box, you know? We flipped a coin for that trash run. Hey, Nick is not inside a box because of the flip of a coin. If that was me, I would have... Hey, you know what? I know you. I don't believe that. Okay? No. You're wrong. I wouldn't have lasted this far. Catherine, if something happens to Nick, if we don't bring him back in one piece... Sanders: Hey, guys, come here. I found something. Look at this. There's something underneath there. Oh, it's got an edge right here. All right. Over here. Willows: Get some crowbars. Sanders: Do you think Nick could be under here? I don't know, man. It would have to be at least six feet long. (Grunting) Yeah, but if he buried him lengthwise, and who's to say he didn't... He could be. (Scraping) Hey! I'm in here! (Creaking) Hey! # It was Christmas in Las Vegas # # when the locals take the town... # (Creaking) # Teresa hit a streak # # and laid her waitress apron down... # I hit something. (Thumping with shovel) # She was playing penny poker # # over at the old Gold Spike... # Here. It's plexiglas. Nick! Nick? Hey, I'm right here! Warrick: Nick, hold on there, buddy! Nick? Willows: It's a dog. It's a dog. (Panting) (Plexiglas cracking) (Cracking continues) (Panting) (Softly): Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. (Cracking continues) (Quietly): Oh, my god. (Fan whirring) (Plexiglas cracking) (Clicks recorder button) My name is Nick Stokes. If anybody finds this tape, turn it in to the Las Vegas... PD. There should be a reward. Mom, (Voice cracking): Sisko... ...well, this is a lousy way to say good-bye, but it's all I've got. I love you. You raised me right... and I'm going to miss you. As for the rest of you guys, I know you did the best you could to find me. (No audio) Grissom... No, you never did, Nick. He's going into convulsions. He's losing it. What's going on? What`? Wait a minute. Ants. My god, he's being eaten alive. (Screaming in pain) (Groaning) (Groaning) (Cloth tearing) That's it, Nicky. Stay still. They won't bite. As much. This has got to be a prototype. It was probably built to test how long he could keep somebody alive inside. Now, what are those? I don't know. All right, based on this battery and what's running off of it, and the fact that we kept the damn light on for as long as we did, I figure Nick's got another 90 minutes left. (Beeps) Grissom: Oh, come on, pal. Yeah. That's it. Come on. Little more. Keep coming. Show me what you're made of. Come on, buddy. Gotcha. Solenopsis invicta. They're fire ants, very rare in Nevada. They don't like our soil. The only places you find them around Vegas are in plant and tree nurseries. There's 11 nurseries in the greater Las Vegas area. Okay, I've got the web cam trace down to here. And the data from the black box in Walter Gordon's truck gave us a 23-mile travel radius. Okay, I've got two nurseries within the overlap area. Here and here. Sidle: Wait, wait. wait, wait. Kelly Gordon, the daughter, worked with plants. Hold on. Hold on. You guys, Nick is here. (Sirens blaring) (Sirens continue) You said on the phone you had a fire ant mound. Where is it? People usually prefer to stay away from it. All right, look. Fan out. Look for loose soil. Anything that might've been dug up recently. That's the whole place. (Electronic humming) (Beeping) Hey! I'm picking up the web cam transmitter. (Beeping) (Thump) This is it! I found it! It's here. I found it! This is it! Nick! Nick, we're here. Hang on! (Groaning) (Heart beating) It's a damn shame we didn't get to him sooner. Phillips: I sure will miss him. You know, David, I've seen fire ant bites in my time, but never anything like this. Do you think he suffered? Do I think he suffered? Yes. Definitely. (Laughing) All right. On three. Uno... dos... tres! Tres! TAPE: # It was Christmas in Las Vegas... # Would you care to do the "Y" incision? Well, "Y" not? (Music continues) Mind your hands and feet. (Saw whirring) Let's see. (Bones cracking) (Grunts) He won't be needing this anymore. (Music continues) Nice. Lung. Judge Stokes: So, Doc. How did my son die? Anaphylactic shock? No, no, he didn't live long enough for that. COD was asphyxiation. Oh. When the blood oxygen drops to less than 16% and the CO2 builds up, there's a rapid loss of consciousness. Death within minutes. With no disfiguring physical findings. He'll look great at the funeral. Oh, yes. His mother will appreciate that. Good. (Heart beating) Your son had a good heart. (Beeping) (Grunts) (Sobbing) (Screams weakly) (Grunting) I hit something. Willows: We got ya, Nicky. (Grunts) (Screams weakly) Brown: Hey! Hey! We got you, man. Hey, Nicky! Nicky! Yeah. Hey, hold on there. Hey, put that down. Put that down. Put that down. We got you. We're gonna get you out of here. Hang in there. Oh, my god. We need that fire extinguisher! Give me that fire extinguisher. These ants are getting at him, man. Oh. Grissom: Short bursts, Greg. Don't suffocate him! Hang on, buddy. Hang on. Get the paramedics! Brown: Hang on. Hang on. We'll kill those ants, okay? You listen to me. Yeah. (Phone rings) Willows. Yeah. Hey, boss... we found him. We're getting him out now. That's great. Wai-wait. Don't-don't hang up. Just-just listen. What? What? Those dimples on the bottom of the prototype. GCMS found traces of semtex on each one. You got to be kidding me. Brown: One, two, three. Willows: Everyone out of the hole. That box is ready to explode! Are you kidding? Willows: Get out of there now! I'm not leaving without Nick. Willows: There are charges under the box! Brown: I'm not leaving here without him. Grissom: Warrick, Catherine's right. Get out of the hole now. I know what we're gonna do. Just trust me. (Screaming) (Screaming) Help! We need 200 pounds of dirt over here right now, and we're gonna use that backhoe to get it. (Muffled screaming) (Muffled screaming) Nick! Can you hear me? It's gonna take us a minute to get you out of there, okay? Nick! Poncho! Listen to me. Put your hand on my hand. Good. Now listen. There may be explosives under the box. They're probably set on pressure switches. We need to equalise your body weight before we can pull you out, okay? Poncho, nod your head if you understand me. Okay, we're gonna use the dirt from the backhoe to equalise his weight. I need a rope and a carabiner. All right, Poncho, we're gonna open the lid and get you out, but I need you to stay lying down. Okay? Or else you'll blow us all up. You understand that? Nick: Yeah, yeah. Do you promise? Poncho, say, "I promise." I promise. Bring it over. Don't move. Stokes: Okay. (Sobbing) Brown: Stay still. Stay still. (Panting) All right, bring that over. Okay, Poncho, I want you to close your eyes and hold your breath. Now. Ready? Go! (Explosion) (Sighs) I want my guys back. You the one? Yeah. (Clears throat) Yeah, back at you. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? No, you didn't do anything to me. And what your dad did, I... I guess it's 'cause he loves you so much. Hey, Kelly. Kelly. Pick it up. In a few years... when you get out of here... don't take it with you. That's it? Yeah. Yeah, that's it. We're done. (Sighs) (Laughs) That's it. (Quietly): That's it. Captioned by media access group at wgbh access.wgbh.org Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air.