All language subtitles for CSI.Vegas.S02E01

♪ I'm not fading ♪

♪ You can't break my soul... ♪

ROBY:
I love my job.

I love it.

But you do it long enough,

you know, you go under that...

yellow tape enough times,

you find a bunch of bad answers

to the big questions.

What do people die for?

Drugs, sex, revenge, a dollar.

You know?

And after a while,
I ask myself...

...what is worth dying for?

You know?

Would I die for the truth?

Would I die to find justice

for someone I didn't even know?

Would I put my life
on the line

to make this world
a safer place?

How about for love?

I know this:

I'd put my life on the line
for my people.

The people who do this job,

I love them.

They are a light

in the darkness.

They answer the call.

Well, hon, I got to go.

ROBY:
They put their own lives
on hold.

Sorry, Serena, it's work.

ROBY:
And they risk it all.

They face down the demons,

wrestle those big questions.

Come back the next day

and do it all over again.

But then, you know that. Hmm?

'Cause you're one of the best
to ever do it.

Oneof the best?

I'm not just buttering you up.
I'm asking you, Catherine.

Why do you want
to come back to CSI?

I still remember the toast

you gave at my retirement,

asking me to submit
to a DNA test.

You had a point, Max.

The job is... in my blood.

Guess it always will be.

Hey, Gil mentioned
that you were shorthanded.

Didn't help that he
stole his wife away

and that one of my best is out
in L.A. training with the FBI.

Put me in, Coach.How much playing
time do you want?

I mean, 'cause I got
to figure the casino business

keeps you pretty busy, right?It used to.

I stepped away from
the day-to-day ops last year.

More recently...

I got kicked off the board.

Of the Eclipse?

Mm-hmm.Don't you own a piece of that?

Yeah.I'm sorry.

What happened?

Well, what can I tell you?

I've never gotten along
very well with criminals.

I'm just not
cut out for retirement.

Not yet.

You know,
I kind of feel like there's

something you're not telling me.

You're very sharp, Max.

I think we're going
to enjoy working together.

[siren chirps]

[loud, muffled music playing]

The more things change, huh?

Ms. Willows.

Josh Folsom.
We've met before.

It-it was my first day,
it might've been...

It might've been your last.

You can call me Catherine.

What's her name?Lynn Zobrist.

Housekeeper found her.

And liver temp says
she's been dead about 36 hours.

Ms. Zobrist does not
look like she was an amateur.

No. Killer...

was professional
grade, too.

No prints on the murder weapon.

ROBY:
Detective Chavez.

That is not your good news face.

Neighborhood canvass was a bust.

There's no cameras here, either.

Folks next door
didn't even

know she had her
a little dungeon in her garage.

Looks like one of her clients
was a very bad boy.

World's oldest
occupational hazard.

What's with the music?

Can't turn it off.
Killer covered the speakers

and the switch,
left this playing on a loop

in the room where it went down.

Is the dungeon back this way?

Used to be.

Before he dragged her
and all the furniture out.

Did he leave anything in there
for us beside the soundtrack?

Oh, yeah. He redecorated.

He covered the
place with...

Well, you'll see.

♪ Ooh, whoa ♪

♪ Ooh, whoa ♪

♪ Ooh, whoa ♪

♪ Ooh, whoa ♪

♪ Once I had a love ♪

♪ And it was a gas ♪

♪ Soon turned out ♪

♪ Had a heart of glass. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

ROBY:
This guy and his mirrors.

A jagged hunk of glass.

Wouldn't be my first choice if
I was going to stab somebody.

If he was smart,
he wore thick gloves.

Have to doubt this blood
from the edge was his.

It's probably
from her defensive wounds.

She was tough.

Looks like she held him off
for a while.

He must not have had
the element of surprise.

And this.

This had to come later.

Guess he didn't want her
to see him anymore.

She saw plenty.

So these are just to help us see

if the killer
left any fingerprints

when he cleaned all those
mirrors he put up, okay, Gina?

Gina.

Sorry.

This is...

hard. Lynn
was like...

She was like... Como familia.

Como familia?No.

No, no, I just clean for her.

But I could see.

She was like, always...

so sad, it seemed like.

About what?

She had a hard life,I think.

I worried for her.

No family,
no friends.

I think her men were the only
people who ever came over.

Did she have anybody to help her

with security,
background checks?

No se.

We-we didn't talk.

Just one time,
last year.

when I made her
come to Thanksgiving

with me and my family.

I don't know
if she liked it, but...

It's okay.

After that dinner,
she sponsored me.

To get naturalized.

See, Lynn did care.

There was more to her than...

Did you ever talk
to any of her clients?

No.

But I know what they paid
for her to do.

You think one of them...

Couldn't take
what she was dishing out?

Maybe.

I hope you find them.

And give them a real punishment.

Hey, Beau, he
leave any prints?

None that we can reach.
Can't get in there. I mean,

my wife's got me trying keto,
but I don't think I'm ready

to moonwalk across
a mirrored floor like this.

Catherine Willows.
I don't believe we've met.Uh, I'm

Beau Finado.
You can call me Beau.

Or Finado.

Or Beau Finado.

Because that's your name?

Mm-hmm.

What happened to the music?

Oh, I found the power box.

Cut the power in here. I just...
I didn't want to fry myself.

He sure made
it sparkle.

212 mirrors.

Took out the frames,
cut 'em to size.

Had to take some time.
It's risky.

[sighs]
What's it all supposed to mean?

You try to make perfect sense
out of something insane,

you might go crazy, too.

Let's hope he didn't
clean up underneath.

Yeah, we'll know soon.

I figured out how
to get rid of the mirrors

without breaking them,
without ripping the evidence up.

Just... You got to
overheat the glue

that he used to set them in.

Hold up, aren't you
worried about...

Cooking the blood?Yeah.

Fear not.
I set the temperature to 593

degrees Fahrenheit. Blood
proteins-- they can hold

up to 600 degrees, right?
But most industrial adhesives

experience molecular breakdown
just north of 590 degrees.

You get this great little window
you can operate in.

Beau's a clever one.
He ran R and D

for a few of different
Fortune 500 chemical companies.

What, are you allergic to money?

What happened?The pandemic happened.

After the lockdown, I just...
I didn't want to go back

to some lab making
sticky stuff stickier or

smooth things...

Less sticky?Yeah. I think

I made this less sticky.

Now, this is beautiful.

You get all these up,
we might be looking

at an intact crime scene.

♪ ♪

PARK:
Two entire racks
of DNA samples

from one scene?

From part of one scene, Chris.

They're not even
halfway done out there.

Think this new guy
might be a tad overzealous?

[chuckles]
Beau's extremely overzealous.

But Max wants
every square inch charted.

Killer was nice enough to
spare the bleach, he just

covered his mess.Well,

no better place
to find a big mess of DNA

than a sex dungeon.

I'd assume.

You find the spot
where she was killed?

Not yet. Beau's gonna

follow the blood trail
to the source.

I heard a rumor

that Catherine Willows is back.

She might be coming on
as a consultant.

Yeah.Whoa.

That's wild.

Were you surprised when Michael
Jordan stopped playing baseball

and came back to the Bulls?No.

But then again,
I was two years old.

[scoffs]I wonder

if she talked to, uh,
Sara and Grissom.

Got the scoop on the new folks.

They're on a boat above
the Arctic Circle so, yeah,

she probably dialed 'em up

on a sat phone,
asked all about you, Chris.

This new girlfriend of yours--
does she think you're funny?

ROBY:Hey, Penny. I can
always come back

if this is a private moment.

Oh, no. I just fell
down a rabbit hole

looking at Lynn's
follows on Instagram.

I was looking through her phone.

I did find
some interesting suspects.

You find out who she was
entertaining the day she died?

No, that I don't know.

Lynn wasn't much
of a bookkeeper.

But the day before
she died she did talk

to a wuss, a yapper,
a dink and a pud.

Not a lot of terms of endearment
in Lynn's contacts.

The milk of human kindness was
not what these guys were after.

You know, about BDSM...

Hmm?I'm a little
embarrassed to admit,

but it's never appealed to me.

I love your generation.

So this is what embarrasses you?

Sometimes people, like,

spend a lot of energy
holding it all together,

So they need someone else
to take control.

No, I mean,
I get it in theory.

I don't know, maybe when
I'm a boss, I'll be into it.

Okay.Not that all bosses
are into it.

I mean...Okay, we're gonna
leave it right there.

But I guarantee you
most of these guys

are heartsick right now.

I mean, the work she did--
some people needed it that way.

One of them ruined it
for the rest of them.Call them all.

We're gonna need DNA

and elimination prints
on all of them.

Whoever refuses
goes to the top of my list.

I want this guy.

Having fun?What?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm just trying to
figure out who went where and...

Any of her guests that
left a trace of themselves

near her blood trail
is worth an extra look.

Yeah, looks like
you're gonna be busy.

Yeah, lot of
overlapping evidence.

We found skin oils,
blood, some semen from

various clients.

And Beau's still prying
all the mirrors down,

so I figured I'd start
with the furniture

that got dragged out
into the hall.

I can tell where some of it went

from the indentations
in the carpet.

It's just so much
to keep track of.

Lots of iterations,
explanations.

Hey, have you ever

thought about
molecular mapmaking?

I mean, I've heard of it.
It's pretty new.

I... I know a couple
people who are

getting up to speed,
but do you...

No, I'm not trained in MMM, I...

read journals,
try to stay current.

I also mentor
these young women,

students at
West Las Vegas University.

They all are interested
in careers

in forensic science.

Is that what brought you back?

Just, uh, sharpening the skills?[phone vibrates]

Uh...

I've-I've got to go.

Um, but if I were you,
I'd phone a friend

about MMM.
Rolling around on a bed is fun,

but it can only get you so far.

♪ Running and running ♪

♪ The mountains, the raindrops ♪

♪ I follow, I follow
the way alone together ♪

♪ The oceans are talking,
the thunder, the calling ♪

♪ The sweat keeps on
pouring on down ♪

♪ And I wanna be honest,
I want ya ♪

♪ Even though
I know you're bad for me... ♪

Grace.

Grace!

[phone ringing]

Max. Everything all right?

I've had better days.

How many years since
you've worked a double, huh?

What's wrong?

We got most of the mirrors down.

Just as we were
getting someplace-- thank you--

we find a little surprise.

He cleaned it up.

ROBY:
Nope. Signs of another attack.

There was a second victim?

No, it's all Lynn's.

I mean, but there's no way
she lost this much blood.

What-what are you saying?I'm saying

that we have no idea
what the hell happened.

It's like
she was murdered twice.

Careful, man. That's bad luck.

Don't worry about it.

We got plenty of that already.

Allie.

Hey, give it to me.

[laughs]

Chris!

It's... it's you.

Yeah, thanks.
You look good, too.

Sure you, uh, packed

enough for a whole weekend?

Hey, um, I thought
I was being picked up by...

Folsom's at the scene, come on.

You can check in later.

Come on.

Hey.

Al, hey.

You're here.Well,

you said you needed me.Yeah.

Got a real mess here.

One vic. Double the blood.
It's all from Lynn Zobrist.

And we-we can't
tell what's what.

Hmm.

Hey, appreciate
you coming out

and lending your new MMM
skills for a few days.

It's-it's not just a few days.

I'm not going back.

I thought your training went

through the end of the year.Well, that's when

I can test for level three.

I'm just gonna finish up online.

L.A. is, um...

it's too far away.

Oh, wow.

CHAVEZ:
Is this Allie?

Sure is.

Hi, I'm Serena Chavez.Hey.

This one's told me
a lot about you.

Ni-Nice to meet you.

Um... [scoffs]
I'm sure I'll hear a lot

about you, too.PARK: Chavez got, uh, detailed

to work with us because
of some captain she pissed off.

She, uh, hates Greek yogurt

and she gave Folsom
a kazoo for his birthday.

It's a big mystery.

It's not a mystery.
I just think kazoos are fun.

Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt
your mini map thing.

Uh, molecular cartography.
Allie picked up

some new tricks

training with the FBI.

She'll help us determine
where everyone

who entered this room

stood, bled or secreted.

CHAVEZ:Well,

uh...

have fun.

Yeah.

Let's have some fun.

♪ ♪

ROBY:
Hey.

Look who went and got all fancy.

[chuckles]It's good to have you back.
What do you got?

Now, what I like
about this program is

it uses lasers to make
a 3D map of the crime scene

and separates all DNA evidence
into distinct layers.

Each suspect gets
their own color.

Commonalities among skin oils,

DNA sequences,

bacterial signatures.

You can keep them all straight.

So you can see who went where.
That's... that's really cool.

In theory, but it still looks
like a train station,

'cause Lynn was
a popular girl, right?

Plenty of Mr. Green
on this part

of the path where
her body was dragged.

Mr. Purple and Mr. Blue make
appearances along the way, too.

Yeah, but nobody can really
compete with all this pink.

Well, that's Lynn herself.

Makes sense--
she's been everywhere.

You kind of have to take her
away to see what's what.

Actually...

we need to make sense
of hers first.

Because not all of Lynn's blood
that we see here

came from the attack
that killed her.

I mean, there's too much of it.

She was stabbed in the jugular.

Yeah, but she had
four quarts left in her.

All this surface area...

in this weird shape.

Yeah, some of it
was already there.

It makes our job a lot harder.

So you think
she fell in the middle

of a giant blood stain?ROBY: Yeah.

Look at the variability.

The difference in
the blood stain color.

I mean, that has to be

because they were spilled
at different times.

Makes for a lot of uncharted
territory on your map.

Until we know

where the attack ended,

where he started dragging her,

hard to say who was closest
to the action.

I realize that her visitors
expected some rough stuff,

but wouldn't you be

a bit weirded out by a carpet

that looks like
a slaughterhouse?

Oh, wait, look at these.

I've been trying to figure out

where the furniture used to be.Mm-hmm.

And this old stain...

...was covered with this, uh,

torture table thing.

Until the first attack.

So she fell somewhere in there.FOLSOM: Her hair

was soaked in blood, meaning
she was dragged by her feet.

If we knew where she lay...

We could isolate
his whole path.

You two keep working
on your pretty pictures.

And I'm gonna find out
when this ugly stuff

happened in Lynn's past.

♪ ♪

When I showed your buddy Grissom
this baby, he almost smiled.

[chuckles] Raman spectroscopy's
come a long way.

Yeah.
This thing didn't even exist

when some of this blood
was spilled.When was that?

ROBY:
The intensity of the scattered
light coming off these samples

says it was
about five years ago.

Looks like about, uh,

a third of the blood
that was stained

on Lynn's floor is that old.

LVPD had nothing
on her back then.

Never been called
to her address.

Could have been an accident.

Self-inflicted wound.

Or another violent guest.
She might've been afraid

to blow the whistle
on her business.

Maybe her clients
could tell us.

Penny's lining up interviews
with all the fellas

who left DNA
near the blood stains.

But there's one woman in
particular we're gonna talk to.

A female client?Not a client.

A female psychiatrist.

She was in Lynn's phone.

So, you work with a lot of kids
in your practice?

She had me in her
phone as Yapper?

[chuckles]
Guess we did do

a lot talking, sh...
Lynn was my patient

off and on since she was...

gosh, ten?

Since doctor-patient
no longer applies,

I'm hoping you can tell me
what you guys talked about

the day she died.

Any

threats, fears,

problems with men.

Nah, she just wanted
to restart therapy.

We didn't get into why.

But Lynn had

experienced a lot of abuse
as a child,

and she struggled

with violent ideation.

You know
she went past ideas, right?

She was whipping dudes
with a belt on the reg.

I did worry

that BDSM was the wrong career.

Temptations.

But she did say that

it was like a-a release valve.

One reason I'm here.

We want to know about something
that happened five years ago.

Lynn was hurt on the job.

She lost a lot of blood.

You know what happened there?Oh, no.

You're confused.
Those-those scars are old.

That's from ECT.

Electroconvulsive therapy.

Like electroshock?

I didn't think
that was done anymore.

It's not.
ECT is more mild.

But Lynn had a

previous physician

named Dr. Sarkisian.

You-you can really burn someone

with those electrodes,
you know, if you're not careful.

So, she was getting
abused at home

and then she got zapped
by her doctor.

No surprise she had
an attachment disorder.

And major trust issues.

Which is why
I couldn't persuade her

to go to the cops
five years ago.

So you know who hurt her?Yeah, Miguel Sanchez.

But he's not the guy
you're looking for.

I think I'll be
the judge of that.

Well, he died.

Cancer.

The only time
I ever saw Lynn smile

was when she showed me his obit.

Can I ask you
one question?

The killer--

what did he do to her?

Certain details we can't share.

Yeah, yeah.

I am curious, though.

Did, uh, did mirrors have
any special meaning to Lynn?

The scene was covered in them.

I don't recall there being

any special iconography

having to do with mirrors
in our work together.

Really?

'Cause you look like

something's bothering you.It is.

A killer

who decorated
the scene of the crime that way.

I bet he kills again.

Ah...

[laughing]

You know, Lynn would
laugh at both of you.

I mean, I wasn't even
allowed to touch her.

It was against
the rules.

You know that murder is, too,
so...

Somebody broke some rules.

MAN:
I never would.

Mistress was...

I loved her.

I need to see your hands.
Arms, too.

I'm a very clean boy.

But I do have
a confession to make.

Go ahead.

This is so hot.

This room--
you two--

the whole dynamic.

WILLOWS:
All right, let's just

keep our hands on the table.

Yes, ma'am.

ROBY:
Where did you get that?

Building a tree house
with my son.

Sure it wasn't
from the edge of a mirror?

I was at home with my family
when you say this happened.

You keep checking yourself
out in our mirror.

You do know there's
a camera behind it,

recording everything
that goes on here.

MAN 2:
Feels weird knowing that.

Maybe good weird.

This isn't a fantasy,
Mr. Vizquel.

[laughs]: Sorry.
It's just...

[coughs]

You're probing me,
asking to see my body.

To see if Ms. Zobrist
injured you

when she was fighting
for her life.

Someone left their DNA
near Ms. Zobrist's blood trail.

And the sample we got from you

is to determine if it's yours.

Would that be surprising?

I'm-I'm really not
trying to be difficult.

As I said, Z-- she hosted
me there, several times.

You kept coming back for more.
Did it get to be too much?

No.

No, Lynn made me feel
like I was normal.

I'm not sure there's
any such thing as normal

or that I'm it, but...

it's what I need to believe.

We all need that.

Right?

Nobody's here to judge,
Mr. Herskovitz.

Our job is to get justice
for that woman.

It doesn't matter to me
what she did with her friends.

What matters to me
is what he did.

We're gonna find him.

If you do,
I'll be grateful.

Clean arms,
no one resisted sampling.

Assuming
all their alibis check out.

We're gonna need
some more suspects.

Yep.

Okay, if it
was up to me,

I would put the old
rack right... there.

Nobody puts baby in the corner.

He's got to be out on display.

How about...

here?Okay, since

neither of us can figure out
where the furniture went

in Lynn's sex dungeon,

I don't think either of us would
ever make it as a dominatrix.

[laughs]

Then again,
you're full of surprises.

What?

Detective Chavez.

How long has that been?
When did you...

Uh, about two months.

T... Josh, we've talked
a dozen times since then.

Yeah, I should've
mentioned it, just...

Me and Serena, it's...
it was-it was casual and then...

What, it's more now, is it?

Hey.Hey.

Do you have any more
kinky gentlemen we can talk to?

We just went oh-fer with
our domme's last three bookings.

Ms. Willows.
I'm Allie Rajan.Yes.

Hello.Some women
with the Bureau in L.A.

have some very nice things
to say about you.

Oh, well, they have to.
I hired them all.

You must be the friend
he was gonna call.

I see you got
a molecular map here.Most of one.

Once Max parsed
which blood

was new and which
was pre-existent,

made it clear where Ms. Zobrist
fell and bled this time.

Gives us the full blood trail,
but we're still staring

at a dozen guys square dancing
around this dungeon.

The last thingto do is

place all the furniture.

Kind of like...
kind of like Tetris,

if you want to
try your hand.

Mm, not much
into interior design.

Blood evidence is where I'm at.

It always tells a story.

This one's got a strange twist.

The blood trail.

A crescent shape-- is
that really so strange?

Ever drag a body?
It's not fun.

I mean, there's no reason

he would haul her
all the way over here

if he was always
headed out the door.

Unless he was steering
around something.

WILLOWS:
What was sitting there?

Did anything
in that pile of furniture

fit these indentations?

Not exactly,
but some of her...

apparatus-- I-I thought
maybe she moved it around.

You know, different dents
made different days.

I don't think that's it.

I mean, this man took
special care dressing his scene.

There's a lot
that he wanted us to see.

But whatever was sitting there,

I bet it's missing
because it would have

shown us exactly who he is.

It's hard to know what belongs
in a dominatrix's backyard.

This is my first time.

Hey, Folsom.

Yeah?

That's not all firewood.

No, it's furniture, or it was.

I don't know,
some kind of antique.

Sawhorse, a pommel, maybe?

It's chopped up
and burned to hell.

Fits. Filigree on the feet
has that dungeon vibe.

Wonder what this thing
ever did to our killer.

Lord knows, but he sure
was worried we'd find it.

If she nicked him
and he bumped against it,

maybe there'd be trace, DNA.

We've measured everything
in that house.

There's nothing in there that
left those marks on the carpet.

Have you considered
the possibility that maybe...

Dude. They found it.

Yeah, well,
whatever it was...

...it's of no use now.GILL: Oh, I don't know.

I bet Beau can make something
with that.

Does Beau have a time machine?

Kind of.

♪ ♪

Probably not the first time
a thin layer of latex

has come in handy
with this pommel horse, huh?

Is that what you think this is?

Well, pretty sure, yeah.

You know, for the...
[whistles]

WILLOWS:
Grace?

Hey.

We lose you?

I'm back.
[short chuckle]

FINADO:
That looks like blood,
doesn't it?

ROBY:
We can try PCR,

hope for DNA.
But I'm gonna doubt it.

Fire probably got too hot.

What is that?

Well, it appears to be...

dark goo.

I'm good, but I'm not
a mass spectrometer, all right?

ROBY: That's all right, Beau.Yep.

ROBY:
we got one of those.

GILL:Ooh, you got a little
cornucopia of fun stuff.

Polycyclic aromatic
hydrocarbons, phenols,

heterocyclic oxygen,
sulfur and nitrogen compounds.

That sounds like tar.Basically.

Do you think it was
just in the fire pit

when he burned the wood?

No, I doubt it.

I mean, my degree
isn't in...

forensics material analysis,

so I don't know

all applications,
but I know that

we loved coal tar
when I worked at Big Pharma.

It's in some
creams, right?

Mm, eczema,
psoriasis salves, mostly.But it

wouldn't have been Lynn's,
'cause she had great skin.

Maybe the killer really did
brush up against that pommel.

Wait a minute.

One of the suspects--
he was scratching.

I thought he was agitated.

Is that enough to get a warrant?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
buddy, buddy, buddy.

Back, back, back.
Back, back, back.

Come on, give me something.

♪ ♪

Mr. Herskovitz?

Alan.

Herskovitz.

Where's your tenant, Mr. Li?

OFFICER:
Kitchen's clear.

Wow. Oof.

Tempted to go back to the car
for a respirator.

Yeah, you never know
when you're gonna need

a year's supply of dog food.

Well... [chuckles]

guy's got one weird pen pal.

Careful there.

What do we got
here? [laughs]

Missing piece
look familiar?

RAJAN:We know who this is,
but who's that?

I think we had
this guy all wrong.

He's not some crazy john

who got mad at his dominatrix.

Look at these
surveillance photos.

He's hunting people.

FOLSOM:
We've got to find this guy now.

♪ And it was divine ♪

♪ Soon found out
I was losing my mind ♪

♪ It seemed like the real thing,
but I was so blind ♪

♪ Mucho mistrust,
love's gone behind. ♪

NARRATOR:
...predator in the insect world.

An attack takes
only a fraction of a second.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing in distance]

[tires screech]

[pounding on door]

The what?

I-I didn't do nothing!CHAVEZ:
Mr. Moore, we just want to talk.

What...

Good evening, sir,
I'm Detective Chavez with LVPD.

Wait, wh-what
what'd I do?

Nothing. We just wanted
to make sure you were all right.

Mr. Moore, is there anyone else
in this home with you right now?

What?

Does anyone else live here?

Stay here.
Stay with him.

All responding officers,
be advised. Suspect's fleeing

on foot. Officer in pursuit.

Stop! Stop!

Shots fired.

I need backup in the alley.
Suspect is armed.

[engine revs]

Mr. Moore,
I promise you we're trying...

No, no, you can't
promise me anything. You guys

have been looking
at this dude for a murder,

and you let him go?

Now he's
taking pictures of me.

He's breaking in my house?

We have a warrant now.
There's an APB.

Everyone's lookingfor him.

I don't even know this dude.
What-- Hershlitz?

Alan Herskovitz.

You're sure?
How about Lynn Zobrist?

She's a domme.
A dominatrix.

Maybe you knew her

as Z, or-or Mistress?

Yo, what are you
even talking about?

Sir, can I ask?

You have these little marks
by your temple.

Uh...

yeah, yeah, so what?

Well, this man, his victim--
she had them, too.

CHAVEZ:I was told they
were from ECT.

It's like psychological therapy.

Nah, for me it was like
some kind of torture.

When was this?When I was a kid. Sarkisian.

Yeah, that dude, you should've
been busting down his door.

What happened?The hell is it to you?

Lamont, look, we're-we're
trying to help you out.

Trying to figure
what's going on.

I...

I, uh...

spent some time in a facility.

After some stuff went down
in foster care.

Dr. Sarkisian would...

take me into this room.

Hook me up.

Just talk and talk.

And I was supposed to look
in these mirrors.

And "see the disease,

don't be the disease."
But I just...

There were mirrors there?

Man, there were
mirrors everywhere

in that room.

Sorry, I-I just need a minute.

Hey!

Detective.

Are you sure
that he dropped this?

Yeah, 100%. I-I thought
it was from a victim.

Like, a message.

Well, I hope not, but there
might be a message in it.

Check that out.Oh...

Yep.FOLSOM: What do we got?

Something's rotten there.

♪ ♪

You didn't
go home either.

Mm-mmm.
My aunt always worked late.

Is this where the geneticist

tells me that it's
all in the blood?

No. This is where the geneticist
tells you her aunt

was a prostitute.

Auntie Shel.

I love that woman.

Is that why this case is...No, no, no, no, no.

Lynn Zobrist was different.

It's hard to be different.

To need different things than
the world wants to give you.

Hard to stay safe

when you're different.Hmm.

Well, I don't know
if the world wanted us

to have this, but
Lamont Moore did.

I guess both him

and Zobrist spent time
at MK Ultra Junior High.

What do you think
Herskovitz had against them?

[gasps]

There we go.
Clostridium perfringens.

What, he's walking around
with an infected wound?Yep.

Courtesy of Lynn Zobrist.

See, we knew she tried
to fight him off.

We knew he bumped
into that pommel.

We just didn't know
what kind of pain

he's in when we met him.

Wet gangrene can cause sepsis.

I mean, it can be fatal.

And it stinks like hell.
That man needs a doctor.

Come on. We're gonna call
every hospital in Clark County.

WOMAN: St. Christine's Hospital.
How can I direct your call?

FOLSOM: We're searching
for a white male, possible...

WOMAN 2: Desert Palm Hospital.FOLSOM: Did anybody come in with
symptoms of abdominal pain?

Got him. Herskovitz
is at Desert Palm Hospital.

Damn it.

I need a two-block perimeter
around the hospital.

[woman screams][clattering]

Get back.

Get back.

Come on, Alan,
put it down.

She's not in this.You have no idea

what this is.
I put it

right in your face
and you still don't see it.

Alan, whatever you had planned,

it's done.

So, you had electroconvulsive
therapy, didn't you?

That's where you met 'em.

Lynn. Lamont.

But she's not one of them.

NURSE: Oh, my God!HERSKOVITZ: Shh! Shh, shh.

Alan.

We don't want
to hurt you.

We know what
happened to you.

No you don't.
You have no idea.

Let her go
and tell us.

Can you look at yourself
in the mirror?

Everyone thinks they know you
when you're a kid.

Well, what is a child?

Only a problem.

Only a problem waiting
to be hammered into shape.

But what do you do
with all the round pegs?

Lamont told us
about Dr. Sarkisian.

And his room.

And those mirrors.

I hated that room then,
but I love what I found there.

See, you have to
be willing to look.

You have to want to see it.

You're holding on
to an innocent woman.

And that is not
your purpose.

It's over, Alan.

[whimpering]

CHAVEZ:
On the ground.

On the ground!

It's not over.

Yes, it is. You're cooked.

Maybe I am.

Not the voice.

The voice will never stop.

What voice?

It spoke to me. It chose me.

You think I wanted this?
I had no choice.

Lynn Zobrist, Lamont Moore.

I knew those names.

More round pegs.

The ones who couldn't be fixed.

You think that's an accident?

If there's a voice,

there's no such thing
as an accident.

It is all by design.

♪ But the images are clear... ♪

There's nothing
you can do.

It's all by design.
There's nothing you can do.

ROBY:
You know, they say that
you ought to learn

something new every day.

And I always do in this job.

Sometimes it's good stuff.

I come away hopeful.

Sometimes, though,
you stare into the void,

and all you learn

is the toll it takes on a body,

on a soul.

I mean, we're keeping
the most dangerous,

depraved people off the streets.

But then, you know that.

See, something's
not right.

Something brought you back.Well, I told you,

I got kicked
off the board of the Eclipse.

That's why you're not there.
I asked why you're here.

Grace Huang.

She's...

When I met Grace,

it was like...
looking in a mirror.

Seeing my younger self.

Grace was a dancer like I was.

She started taking classes
at WLVU,

which is how we met.

You get to know
these young women,

and you can't help
but get involved and...

Yeah, Grace,
she's just so passionate

about becoming a CSI.

But she's new to Vegas.

No money, so I got her a job
at the Eclipse.

Cocktail waitressing.
Decent hours.

And her grades took off.

Max,

you would love this girl.

[chuckles softly]

♪ Progress is inescapable... ♪

Grace has been missing
for three weeks.

I am so sorry.There's no investigation.

That is why I'm here.

What do you mean?

Max, I asked a lot of people
where Grace was.

Nobody knew.

Nobody-- nobody at the Eclipse

even seemed to care.

With no warning,
the board calls a vote,

and I get kicked off.

ROBY:
Why?

WILLOWS:
I don't know. That's the truth.

I really have no idea
what they're covering up.

♪ And don't come in. ♪

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