Previously on CSI: Vegas...
Something brought you back.
Previously on CSI: Vegas...
Something brought you back.
Grace Huang.
Rock star in my program.
I got her a job at the Eclipse.
ROBY: She left work one night
and no one's seen her since.
JODI: I don't know what you think
happened to this girl,
but I want to help.
Oh, Jodi, your face!
JODI: What have you gotten me into, Catherine?
WILLOWS: I went to the desert today.
It has to be Grace's grave.
They know I'm looking.
They moved her body.
♪ ♪
How bad is it?
Found her unconscious.
But she's stable.
I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
Director Roby, good to have you back.
Champagne?
♪ You got me running, going out of my mind ♪
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Roland Woodall.
And as the least intelligent person at this party,
who better to say a few words?
Now, technically I'm a lawyer,
but what my job really is, it's building relationships
between the brilliant scientists of our university
and brilliant investors
who want to reward them,
partner with them,
change the world with them.
People like Professor Grady Morrow.
No. No.
Yes.
Take a seat, Roland. You're drunk.
(chuckling) Yeah, well. Yeah, you're right, Professor.
I am. And I might be a little premature.
But when the ink is dry,
your new electromagnetic autoclave
is going to make field medicine safer for the entire planet.
Just as soon as Joe Milligan gets out his checkbook.
WOODALL: Thank you, Joe. Thank you.
Tonight, we celebrate
what happens when our university gets tech transfer right.
Cheers!
(laughing): L'chaim. Cheers.
♪ Don't bring me down ♪
It's not my autoclave. (laughing)
I mean, the real credit should go to our whole team, right?
How about the money?
It was an honor to work with you,
Professor Morrow.
Thank you, Luther.
You're welcome.
Listen...
You're welcome.
Listen...
You kids tie one on for me.
♪ Fancy friends ♪
♪ I'm telling you, it's got to be the end ♪
Cheers.
♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪
Supposed to be my lunch break, Benny.
I've eaten like one sleeve of saltines all day.
We'll get you a steak after you make a new friend.
High roller's waiting for you.
Asked for you by name.
Asked real nice.
Mm.
I hear someone in here
wants to have a good...
Come on.
You're showing up to my job now?
You've been hiding from me, Monica.
That's because I don't want to talk to you.
I'm gonna have you bounced.
Your roommate is dead.
Grace.
She was murdered.
MONICA: Wh-What?
Someone took her. Buried her in the desert.
By the time I got there, they had moved her.
But I know that it was her grave.
I thought that-- (exhales) That she just ran off.
I-I didn't... What happened?
That's what I've been trying to find out.
You know that Grace was studying forensics.
I was trying to help her.
In a way, I still am.
What do you want from me?
You two lived together.
I just want to know... did she say anything?
Did you, did you see something that just seemed off?
What is it?
Nothing.
Monica...
Nothing.
Monica...
Nothing.
This is my job.
You need to leave.
You know something.
You need to leave.
You know something.
Come to my job.
We'll talk.
Hey.
Welcome to the worst after-party of all time.
Yeah, dispatch said every ambulance in Las Vegas
was headed here.
Bet you wish you were still on medical leave.
I'm ready to work. This was a university function.
Now there's 30 folks headed to the ICU.
Guests are too old for a kegger gone wrong.
What've we got? Mass poisoning? Gas leak?
I don't know. Finding out. That's the fun part, right?
Yeah, looks like a hoot.
Beau, you ever worn one of these before?
Yeah. Halloween.
I was Dustin Hoffman in Outbreak.
Two years in a row.
Well, if you thought the job was hard before,
wait until you do it inside a giant sandwich bag.
Suit up, gentlemen.
It'll take a while,
but as soon as LVFD does their sweep, we're heading in.
♪ ♪
Oh...
What'd I just step in?
That... is vomit.
Ugh.
That... is vomit.
Ugh.
And it's everywhere.
Come on.
♪ ♪
FOLSOM: Got a body over here.
Looks like he fell from that ledge.
There's another one facedown in the pool.
This guy looks like
he just laid down and died.
What the hell happened here?
♪ ♪
♪ Who... are you? ♪
♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪
♪ Who... are you? ♪
♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪
♪ I really wanna know ♪
♪ Who... are you? ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Who... ♪
♪ Come on, tell me who are you, you, you ♪
♪ Are you! ♪
♪ ♪
So, all these victims, who are they?
Yeah, uh, that's Roland Woodall,
he's a lawyer at the college.
This is Melany Petersen.
She is an administrator in the dean's office.
And Chavez is still trying to ID
the guy who took a nosedive.
RAJAN: So at first blush,
we've got drowning, head trauma
and some sort of heart attack or stroke?
I mean, we don't know for sure until Sonya does the autopsies,
but they do seem like they're connected.
RAJAN: It's hard to believe
that it's accidental or some coincidence.
FINADO: Detector tubes aren't picking up
any toxins in the air.
Looks like we can lose the suits.
Absolutely not.
This is not some Level 2 test facility.
Out here in the field, you never know what you're up against.
If there was any risk, the colorimetrics...
Something out here killed three people
and sent a bunch of people to the hospital.
We rule out every single
possible toxin that our lab can detect.
Until then, you zip it and you keep it zipped.
You got it?
Yes, ma'am. I'll start collecting samples.
Thank you.
You all right?
Huh?
You all right?
Huh?
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
I mean, you cannot be too careful.
FOLSOM: Hey, anybody got a syringe?
Yeah.
I need one with an 18-gauge needle. I think I'm out.
You taking his vitreous humor?
Mm-hmm.
Here.
If everybody got poisoned, eye fluid might tell us.
It's what made them all sick. Not my favorite chore, but...
But the juice is worth the squeeze, right?
♪ ♪
Why are you dead?
And why are you alive?
All right. Thanks.
Got an ID on the older guy who fell. Joe Milligan.
COO of a defense contractor called Whitmore Hewett.
(scoffs) Well, don't say that name three times,
or a Javelin missile might blow you up.
I knew that party felt familiar.
Not your first mass casualty gala?
It's not my first tech transfer party.
Lawyers like Woodall, they gin up grants and deals
with big corporations like Whitmore Hewett.
They're the middlemen between the talent and the money.
They're the kind of folks that incentivize the next Theranos.
So we got a dead shifty lawyer
and a defense tycoon.
Probably a long list of folks with motive.
Maybe some of the survivors can help us narrow things down.
Ride to the hospital with us.
If this was an airborne toxin,
then we might find it on the clothes of a survivor.
Or the killer.
I'll start running the champagne and food through LCMS.
No, no, no. Allie and Folsom are gonna do that.
You're coming to the hospital with us.
Let the teaching moments continue.
NURSE: It's gonna be okay.
Let's just get you back into bed, okay?
FINADO: So, how do you guys want to play this?
Good cop, bad CSI? Bad cop, good CSI?
Good cop, emotionally unavailable CSI?
You just talk to them, man.
And you swab, Beau.
You just talk to them, man.
And you swab, Beau.
And collect the clothes.
Um...
Excuse me.
Dr. Parish.
Yes.
Hi, I'm Dr. Maxine Roby, crime scene investigator.
How are you feeling?
Exhausted.
And not too hopeful.
A dozen research scientists at that party.
Three MDs, including me.
And none of us have the first clue.
But the hospital's blood toxicology report
isn't back yet, so...
I trained the doctor running this place.
I had her rush my tests.
Couldn't find anything.
She's stalling, doing damage control.
If your team actually finds out what did this...
throw them a line.
Miss Nix,
I know you're in pain.
Can you tell me if you saw anything strange or suspicious?
I was standing up.
And then I wasn't.
That's all I remember.
Oh, now that's interesting.
Did, uh, did that happen at the party?
No, I was, I was welding for Professor Morrow.
I'm a graduate assistant in his lab.
Electromagnetics, engineering.
That's-that's the job.
Oh, cool. Cool. Yeah, I used to be a chemist.
No, seriously.
Now I'm, you know...
Using your brain for justice. (chuckles)
Right on, man.
Hey, can you tell me if Professor Morrow's okay?
He left the party early and no one has seen him since.
Oh, he left before everybody got sick?
Yeah.
Uh, I'm gonna make sure that he's okay.
Oh, uh, can you do me a favor? Do you mind staying here?
I can barely walk. I'm-I'm not going anywhere.
Mm?
I got a suspect.
Mm?
I got a suspect.
♪ ♪
Roland Woodall, Joe Milligan and Melanie Petersen.
Mm-hmm.
Some of my grad students were at that party.
Are-are they...?
They're stable. They're being held
for observation at the hospital.
Oh, good.
Now, we spoke with one of them.
Luther Cannel.
Mm-hmm.
He said you left the party early.
Why was that?
Detective, do I look like I belong at a party?
I don't know, Professor.
Did you happen to eat anything while you were there?
Yes, I-I ate everything.
And then I got the hell out of there.
It was either that or listening to Roland Woodall
drone on and on and on.
And you're feeling okay?
Yes, yes. Um...
You don't think that I...
We don't know yet.
But I'd like the crime lab to verify your story
that you ate everything.
Verify my story-- how?
Oh.
You're a man of science, right?
You wouldn't mind terribly, um...
producing a sample?
You're not seeing any evidence of a chemical attack?
Not unless you count alcohol.
Looks like Mr. Milligan attacked his liver with it
pretty routinely.
You think he got drunk and fell?
He definitely fell.
Exactly why or how, I couldn't say yet.
I'm just getting started here. (chuckles)
Ah.
Wonder if Melany Petersen fell.
She... she has epilepsy. She could've had a seizure,
toppled over into the pool...
okay, what part of "I haven't done these autopsies yet"
are you not understanding?
My favorite part of going to the movies is the previews.
Fine.
All right.
So that guy, Woodall.
No visible explanation for his collapse, right?
Right.
You see that?
That's an implanted insulin pump.
Appears to be empty, so that's where I'll start.
When I get in.
Three deaths
in the same place at the same time.
It can't really be a coincidence, can it?
I mean, and then, how do you account
for all the people sick in the ICU?
Well, have you ever heard of mass sociogenic illness?
No, it doesn't sound like something I want to catch.
When a few people in a large group fall ill,
sometimes the rest fear that they've been exposed
to something dangerous.
So monkey see,
monkey have a collective panic attack.
Never underestimate the power of anxiety.
It can cause convulsions, paralysis,
empty stomachs...
Workplace annoyance.
Hey, uh... maybe I'll have better answers
when I'm left alone to do my job.
No, yeah.
♪ ♪
WILLOWS: Monica, thanks for coming in.
MONICA: You said if I ever saw anything weird...
Someone gave that to Grace.
Day before she went missing.
Where? At the Eclipse?
Day before she went missing.
Where? At the Eclipse?
No.
Grace and I had a side hustle,
serving drinks at this private poker room.
High rollers from, like,
"Herka-blergastan."
Same guys every week.
This is some tip.
I looked it up.
It's worth as much as a car.
I've been so tempted to pawn it.
So, who was this guy?
Grace wouldn't tell me.
But she said the guy who gave it to her
told her to stop asking questions.
About what?
I don't know.
But she must've been into something.
Something that got her killed.
I figured since you're, like, the forensic lady,
maybe you could help find this guy.
Maybe. With your help.
When's the next time you're working
at this private poker room?
Tonight. Why?
♪ ♪
That's from your suspect. He's perfectly healthy.
Claims he ate and drank everything at the party.
But I'll let you be the judge.
What is that smell?
But I'll let you be the judge.
What is that smell?
Got him to give me a sample.
Oh.
Mm-mm.
Ugh.
Dude! I didn't bring that
all the way over here for my health.
The professor wasn't lying.
Look.
So there was no need for him to...
I will say it shows he was willing to help...
Mm-hmm.
...with the investigation.
We need all the help we can get.
Nothing's jumping out as a cause?
Nothing yet. No.
Vitreous humor from Mr. Woodall's eye
showed no presence of known poisons.
We're on the hunt for more exotic chemical
and biological agents.
Well.
I will leave you to it.
I'm gonna circle back at the survivors
who were too sick to talk to earlier.
Very peculiar.
♪ ♪
Hey.
FINADO: Hey.
Oh, sorry, boss.
GC/MS on the outdoor surface swabs gave us bupkis.
RAJAN: It's negative for vesicant agents,
choking agents, bacteria, fungi and rickettsia.
I-I don't know what it is we're missing.
ROBY: Okay, sometimes it helps
to approach a problem backward.
How would you poison an entire party?
Oh, that's easy.
Venom from a blue-ringed octopus.
Tetrodotoxin.
I mean, it's a thousand times more powerful than cyanide.
What you want to do,
is you want to put it on the stemware before...
I'm so sorry, Beau,
but you're no longer invited to my birthday party.
Keep thinking outside the box. I think our killer did.
It's crazy, isn't it?
Mm.
That everything we know fits inside 1,300 grams of meat.
Pretty easy to believe about some people.
How come nobody down here ever likes you?
(quietly): I have no idea.
Hopefully,
Mr. Milligan's 1,300 grams can tell us more
about what happened than you've managed.
FBI!
Looks secure.
Anita, Mike, seal the exits.
Dale, you two gather the clothes.
Hey, buddy. You can't be in here. What is this?
Arthur Fenwick. FBI.
I need you to put the blade down...
I'm in the middle of an autopsy.
And I just need to finish...
No, ma'am.
And I just need to finish...
No, ma'am.
You are to cease at once.
These bodies are the property of the United States government.
These bodies are our best evidence. That's our whole case.
It's not your case anymore. It's a federal matter now.
Agent Fenwick, you know that my crime lab has
every resource we need to...
I'm sure
every resource we need to...
I'm sure
you folks have done some super work so far.
But we'll be taking it from here.
Do you remember who you're talking to, Arthur?
I've known the director much longer than you have.
Everyone in D.C. knows that the Vegas crime lab
can handle any kind of biological attack,
if that's what we're even talking about.
That doesn't look promising.
I can count on absolutely no hands the number of times
I've seen the Feds claim jurisdiction
and then stand down.
But three people died in my town,
we're solving this.
Yeah.
All right, what'd they leave us to work with?
A few blood tests that tell us nothing.
Mm.
Hey, so, uh, I got a long shot here.
But promise you won't laugh.
BOTH: No.
Fair enough, um...
What if there was a fourth decedent at the scene?
One that we could actually examine.
Found him in the koi pond.
I measured the rat's metabolomics with GC/MS
to find the postmortem interval.
Levels of his proteinogenic amino acids--
threonine, tyrosine, lysine--
they all show the rat's time of death...
same as the victims.
So your suggestion is I necropsy a rodent
to solve a mass casualty event
that's been taken away on federal authority?
Why not?
We play the rats we're dealt.
♪ ♪
Did you get our little friend to snitch?
Not sure yet.
Maybe you can help.
You see these ill-defined clusters?
Hmm. Tumors?
That's what I thought initially.
But it's not.
The rat suffered from distributed infarctions.
Mini strokes. Happened all at once.
H-How do you know that?
There's nothing there showing cause.
If the rat had been living with a disease this severe,
there'd be evidence.
And, pshh, there just isn't.
What could cause this?
I'm throwing darts
without access to the human victims, but...
I found traces of hydrogen peroxide in the rat's lungs.
If everyone at the party inhaled enough of it...
I think I might know what happened.
Oh, hey.
Folsom, I'm on with the Bureau.
This is Monica, Grace's roommate
that I was telling you about.
Why don't the two of you get started.
Josh Folsom.
So, Catherine mentioned
that you're gonna be helping with Grace's case.
Just doing what I can.
She had me swipe a few things from a poker game.
Catherine said it might tell you which of these high rollers
gave Grace a watch?
I don't know how, exactly.
Guy named
Floryan chewed on this.
This is from Mario Albon.
He used that
to wipe his mouth.
Mikel Koslov.
Chain-smokes these.
And there's
just one last thing.
Sure. Give it to me.
What is...
happening?
I'm not really sure.
Emil Lazov is... (scoffs) really handsy.
You know, this dress is evidence, right?
Absolutely.
Monica, why don't you come with me.
We'll, uh, figure out something you can wear out of here.
It was nice to meet you.
RAJAN: It might not have been what it looked like.
Mm-hmm.
Three unrelated deaths.
What if, instead,
they were all caused by hydrogen peroxide poisoning?
Sonya found some in the rat's lungs.
Sorry...
Okay, it's an interesting theory,
but most of the evidence would have degraded
into water and oxygen by the time we got there.
Yeah, I know.
It's deadly and then completely innocuous.
It's the perfect poison.
It could explain the vomiting and the seizures.
Mm-hmm.
But how do 50 people and a rat
inhale that much H2O2 at the same time?
Well, it was 92 degrees that night.
And the mansion had patio misters
to keep the party guests cool.
What if one
of the clever engineers in attendance
came up with this elegant killing solution?
And if you're lucky, you can still find some H2O2
in the nozzles.
We'd need more than luck.
We'd need access.
It's the FBI's crime scene.
Not anymore.
Catherine says they're done with it.
It'll be picked over, but it's ours.
Go suit up.
Love it.
And, Allie,
Love it.
And, Allie,
treat it like a fresh scene.
Full suits until you retest.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Then go find out what they missed.
♪ ♪
RAJAN: Anything in the misters, Beau?
No. Bone-dry.
I don't think the FBI folks checked these things.
Th-There's no hydrogen peroxide here.
Maybe it spilled out, evaporated?
Let's check the filtration system.
There might be some left in there.
Look.
All the misters lead here.
Let's see what is behind canister number three.
Just ordinary filtered water.
There's no sign of hydrogen peroxide here.
So, let's walk the property again.
Uh... Hey, guys?
FOLSOM: Yeah.
Come have a look at this.
Aw. Poor fish.
FINADO: What happened?
They were fine
when we left a couple days ago.
I don't want to be the one to tell Sonya
that she's got to necropsy a bunch of dead fish.
Well, I think you can skip it.
Might've just killed our hydrogen peroxide theory. Look.
It's what they treat the water with.
It prevents algae.
It's full of highly concentrated H2O2.
So, the hydrogen peroxide in that rat's lungs
was never aerosolized.
Nobody else breathed it in.
The rat just respired H2O2 in this water.
Yeah, but what made him stroke out and fall in?
And why are all the fish dead?
Two different answers to those questions.
Sadly, I can only answer for the fish.
The oxygenation pump died.
Poor koi eventually suffocated.
But, wait, that pump looks brand-new.
Either this place is cursed or there's...
What?
Wait, where are you going?
I got to check on something.
♪ ♪
Oh. I know that face.
He's either found something or he's hungry.
There's a pattern of malfunctioning electronics,
from the pond pump all the way in here.
Meaning what?
I don't know yet,
Meaning what?
I don't know yet,
but I think we should check everything with a circuit,
mark it on this map.
And if it works, mark an "O."
If it's on the fritz, mark an "X."
♪ ♪
(exhales sharply) Looks like an acute angle
ending in a vertex.
Yeah. Assuming you mean it all comes to a point here?
Mm.
Or it started there.
Something that caused an electrical disturbance.
RAJAN: So, we're standing in the vertex.
What are we looking for?
FOLSOM: Something that doesn't belong.
Hmm.
Guys, one of these plugs is not like the others.
FINADO: Whoa.
And it's powering something
that's not connected to the pool.
You see this long barrel?
That's a solenoid.
It has an incredibly strong magnet.
And this over here
is the beefiest solid-state power supply
I've ever seen.
The hell are we looking at?
The answer.
I think this thing is a weapon.
♪ ♪
ROBY: Okay. Thank you.
Let me call you back.
Okay, you two look like you're fitting to sell me something.
No, no, but we are gonna tell you why everybody got sick
at that tech transfer party.
That?
Mm-hmm. That.
Okay, I'm gonna need to hear more.
We found this with the pool equipment at the crime scene.
What do you know about Havana syndrome?
Just what I read in the news.
A bunch of State Department folks got sick in Cuba.
And they thought they were getting zapped
by some Russian invisio-ray thing.
But I thought that was a bunch of psychogenic hooey.
Y-Yeah, it probably was in their heads.
But... what they were afraid of,
there's some real science behind it, and it's...
This.
A directed-energy weapon.
I mean, it's really
just a high-powered electromagnet
with some important modifications.
At low levels,
electromagnetic devices have broad use. But...
turn up the amount...
So we're-we're...
we're killing people with magnets now?
Well, it's not exactly lethal, but...
it ain't fun.
Directed-energy weapon sends pulses
that synchronize with brain waves,
causing tens of thousands of synapses to fire all at once.
We're talking transcranial magnetic stimulation.
Seizures. Microinfarctions. Vomiting.
It's an all-you-can-eat buffet of neurological cataclysms.
You wet yourself, you soil yourself, forget how to walk.
Maybe you fall to your death or drown in a pool.
I'm not sure I'm buying this one.
I think we can prove it.
How?
W-We'd have to turn it on again.
Right.
Which-- I promise,
we won't kill anybody.
♪ ♪
All right. Got duplicates of the electronics
that failed at the party.
And one that we suspect failed inside Roland Woodall.
Everybody out, Allie?
Yes, boss. Copy.
We're all out in the parking lot.
Okay, copy. It's good.
Okay.
Um, the thing about a directed weapon
is the energy is directed away.
Mm.
So you're safe back here.
Okay. Okay.
So you're safe back here.
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Okay. I'm good.
Three, two, one.
That's enough.
(sighs) Y'all okay?
Yeah.
You good?
Yeah. Yeah, we're all okay.
That's it.
I mean, the electronics aren't.
Yeah.
But-but three toasters didn't die.
Three people did, right?
Yeah, but the killer
Three people did, right?
Yeah, but the killer
couldn't have known someone would have a seizure and drown
or stumble off of a ledge.
But if you knew what these babies could do,
you could count on an electronic pump malfunctioning.
FOLSOM: This insulin pump is identical to the one
inside Roland Woodall.
See how it malfunctioned?
If the killer knew that he was type 1 and had a pump,
this whole thing may not have been designed
as a mass casualty attack.
It could have been a singular homicide that turned into one.
But how many people
in the world know enough about electromagnets
to make one of these?
I know of one.
And he didn't stick around to get sick.
Professor Morrow.
Sir, we have a warrant to search the premises.
What is this?
Haven't you harassed me enough already?
Professor Morrow,
what's going on here?
I don't know, Luther.
I-I haven't done anything.
It's the same electromagnet as the murder weapon.
LUTHER: Murder weapon? I thought you guys were looking for poison.
No. We have a new theory we're working with.
MORROW: Uh, listen, can we...
can we continue this conversation
in my office, please?
CHAVEZ: We found this
at the party you left early.
This is where
you tell us you've never seen it before.
Well, I haven't.
If Joe Milligan was here,
do you think he'd recognize this device?
I mean, his company, Whitmore Hewitt, was paying you
a lot of money for that weapon.
No.
And...
Roland Woodall was getting his beak wet, too.
You didn't like that, I guess.
Whitmore Hewett
bought my autoclave, okay?
But... (stammers, sighs)
Yes, it-it uses similar technology.
But all my device does is sterilize surgical equipment.
I can show you the prototype.
STUDENT: Luther,
come on.
CHAVEZ: Sure. We can look at the prototypes.
My colleagues would appreciate that.
L-Look,
I-I'm sure that once
you've seen it for yourself,
you will realize I have nothing to do with this.
CHAVEZ: Listen, Professor, let's not get off-subject here.
You're gonna tell me you didn't know
a defense contractor
would weaponize the tech you were selling?
I don't have to take this.
No, Professor.
You don't.
Thank you for your time, sir.
I had that guy on the ropes.
No, you did not.
He's not our guy.
When people have neurological damage,
they typically walk with a hemiplegic gait.
All the survivors at the party did.
Paralysis, weakness, spasticity.
When it's on one side of the body,
it decreases motor function,
and then it alters the range of motion at the joint.
Take Luther. At the hospital, he was ambulatory,
but his knee was hyperextended,
so his steps were abducted
and it swung in a semicircle.
Today, Luther's performance was not as good.
He snuck one by me before,
'cause he was walking around with that IV stand.
But today he was freestyling,
moving slow but with a totally normal range of motion.
So no sale.
Why would Luther fake his symptoms?
I can think of one reason.
He's the killer.
If Luther built this thing,
doesn't look like he left any prints.
Our boss, how solid is she with all this kinesiology stuff?
The next time Max is wrong about gait analysis
will be the first time Max is wrong about gait analysis.
But...
you think this case could make history?
I don't know.
If I'm honest,
I hope Max missed on this one.
I like Luther.
I mean, I know we're not supposed to root for anybody,
but...
Hey, hey.
Nobody can tell you what feelings to have.
Thanks. One of my daughter's favorite bedtime stories
has that message.
It's about a princess who happens to be a zucchini.
Well... I'm serious, Beau.
You know, when you get out of the lab,
there's a human element.
When we point fingers,
people lose their freedom.
It's heavy.
My best advice--
let the evidence do the pointing for you.
FINADO: Damn it.
I think it's gonna point to whoever did this welding.
FOLSOM: Luther?
IXRF Atlas will show if the alloy matches
the welding metals in his clothes.
I took 'em from the hospital.
Who knows?
Rumor has it Max is human.
Maybe she got it wrong this time.
Right.
How long have we known each other, Catherine?
Long enough to know you don't want be here.
I told you-- I'm afraid.
I have a person of interest in Grace's disappearance.
A man who tried to buy her silence.
Mikel Koslov.
You know him?
The name.
We hosted him at the Eclipse a dozen times.
He likes craps, cards and girls.
Not in that order.
He's definitely scary, but...
why do you think it's him?
How much you want to know about capillary electrophoresis?
You gonna help me or not?
I don't think I can.
Koslov is gone.
He hopped on his private jet yesterday.
Where'd he go?
You should stop.
Just take this as a sign that it's over.
Let it go.
How long have we been friends, Jodi?
I was told that I could help you with some technical questions.
Got all kinds of questions, Mr. Cannel.
First one is...
ever seen one of these?
Uh, that's computational tomography.
It's a CAT scan.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. It is your CAT scan
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. It is your CAT scan
taken at the hospital the other day.
How did you get...
We had a warrant.
Does it look like there's
anything missing there to you?
No.
You are right.
That is your big old brain,
all right there.
But I will tell you what is not there.
Is the distributed infarctions
that all the other victims had.
So you think I was exposed to less of whatever did this?
Mm. Don't think you were exposed at all.
Hey, Beau? We're ready for you.
ROBY: See, most
of our questions have to do with this thing.
We found it at the party the other night.
FINADO: Yeah, we're hoping
that a brilliant engineer like yourself
can answer some questions, like, uh,
how it works or-or who made it.
Or, you know, we're not even completely sure
how to turn it on.
I really wouldn't do that if I were you.
Well, I think this charges it up.
Uh, but exactly how showtime happens, that,
I don't know. I mean, it's got to be, like, a knob here...
Mr. Finado, please, do not play with that in here!
You're-you're a scientist.
You understand how dangerous this is, right?
Luther?
You killed three people.
I'm not your peer. I'm not your friend.
I know my rights.
CHAVEZ: And we know
you made that weapon.
ROBY: The welding metals
in the fibers of your socks
are the exact same
welding metals in that.
Okay, just please turn it off.
Please turn it off, okay?!
Woodall made a deal behind your back.
You found out they were gonna take your tech
and make a weapon.
So you had to stop them.
You found the perfect place to set it up.
Pool enclosure.
Gave you a power source and cover.
And then you waited
until Woodall was standing in the beam
and then you let him have it.
Then you blended in with the survivors.
I didn't mean to hurt those people.
Then why'd you do it?
Because I had to.
Then why'd you do it?
Because I had to.
That party was our last chance.
Somebody had to stop Woodall from making that deal!
Relax, Luther.
I removed it.
Your contribution, right?
The power pack?
Whitmore Hewitt never cared about our autoclave
or how many lives it could save.
They wanted my pulse power generator that came with it.
Wall outlet electricity converted into pulses
of narrow-band high-voltage power.
When I realized what they intended to do with it, I...
You went the full Oppenheimer, huh?
"I am become Death,
destroyer of worlds."
Thomas "Beau" Finado,
you're the man who synthesized
cleaner-burning jet fuel using glycerol
and butyl alcohol, right?
You looked me up.
That process,
You looked me up.
That process,
did it decrease pollution in commercial aircraft?
Or did it just end up making cheaper explosives?
What's your body count, Mr. Finado, huh?
ROBY: Detective,
this man needs to be advised of his rights.
Get up for me, please.
Hands behind your back.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.
He's right, you know.
At the end of the day,
he might've done us a favor.
You do not believe that.
It's not up to us
to decide what ought to be.
Our job
is to find out what happened.
You did your job today, Beau.
♪ ♪
♪ You're so fly with it ♪
♪ 'Cause you just get it... ♪
I have to admit,
I'm surprised you offered to meet here.
It's not true what they say-- "You can't go home again."
I used to work at a club like this.
You're kidding.
Life is long, Monica.
If you keep your head up,
you'll have a lot more luck finding your path.
Anyways, uh,
stuff I gave you,
did it help?
Oh, yeah.
You gave us a great lead.
A certain... smoker
is hiding in Belarus.
Mikel.
He's the one who gave Grace the watch?
She knew something he was trying to keep quiet.
Something that got her killed.
Do you think you'll ever find out what happened?
Keep my number in your phone, Monica.
Might take a while.
But you'll hear from me.
♪ That's what you are. ♪
So, have you ever been to Belarus before?
No. I hear it's pretty blah this time of year.
It's where the answers are, Max.
If you need anything while you're on this Mikel guy,
you call us, okay?
I will.
(whispers): Watch your back.
(whispers): Yeah.
♪ ♪
Everything all right?
I got some of my least favorite people
stomping all through my house.
Did they at least say thank you for solving "their" case?
Hmm.
I... meant you, Max.
Are you doing all right?
Since you got back...
Go on.
Speak your mind.
You seem anxious.
Snapping at Beau.
Second-guessing every safety precaution.
It is my job to keep us safe.
I thought maybe getting attacked
got into your head.
When my grandfather taught me how to ride a bike,
he said, "You have no choice but to move forward."
If you do that while looking over your shoulder,
you crash.
So if it's not some old lady hitting me in the head
with a tire iron, it's something else?
It's up to you to decide how much of yesterday
you want to drag into today.
And how much power
you're willing to give it.
It wasn't my grandfather who taught me that.
♪ ♪
Sorry for the intrusion, Dr. Roby. It's nothing personal.
Just some folks in D.C. that want to put this to bed.
And make sure that that
gets to where it needs to go.
Agent Fenwick, I'm sure you folks will do a super job
at delivering the mail.
And you're welcome.
All right, people.
Be careful with that.
I know it's not up to us to decide how things ought to be,
but should I have told 'em that I have this?
And without that...
Agents of our government are taking possession
of a very expensive paperweight.
Are you gonna tell them?
♪ ♪
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