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Previously on CSI: Vegas...
Something brought you back.

Grace Huang.

Rock star in my program.

I got her a job at the Eclipse.

She left work one night

and no one's seen her since.

I don't know
what you think

happened to this girl,

but I want to help.

Oh, Jodi, your face!

What have you
gotten me into, Catherine?

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?

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.

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.

Thank you,
Joe. Thank you.

Tonight,
we celebrate

what happens when our university
gets tech transfer right.

Cheers!

L'chaim. Cheers.

It's not my
autoclave.

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 kids tie one on for me.

Cheers.

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.

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...
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.

This is my job.

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.

And it's everywhere.

Come on.

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?

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.

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.

It's hard to believe

that it's accidental
or some coincidence.

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?

Are you all right? I'm fine.

I mean, you cannot
be too careful.

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.

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.

It's gonna be okay.

Let's just get you
back into bed, okay?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Monica,
thanks for coming in.

You said if I
ever saw anything weird...

Someone gave that to Grace.

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?

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.

Oh, sorry, boss.

GC/MS on the outdoor surface
swabs gave us bupkis.

It's negative
for vesicant agents,

choking agents, bacteria,
fungi and rickettsia.

I-I don't know what
it is we're missing.

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?

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.

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

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. - 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...
- 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.

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,

treat it like a fresh scene.

Full suits until you retest.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Then go find out
what they missed.

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?

Yeah.

Come have a look at this.

Aw. Poor fish.

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,

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."

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.

So, we're
standing in the vertex.

What are we looking for?

Something
that doesn't belong.

Hmm.

Guys, one of these plugs
is not like the others.

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.

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.

Okay. Okay. I'm good.

Three, two, one.

That's enough.

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

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.

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.

Murder weapon? I thought
you guys were looking for poison.

No. We have a new theory
we're working with.

Uh, listen, can we...

can we continue
this conversation

- in my office, please?
- 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...

Yes, it-it uses
similar technology.

But all my device does is
sterilize surgical equipment.

I can show you the
prototype. - Luther,

come on.

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.

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.

Damn it.

I think it's gonna point to
whoever did this welding.

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

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.

See, most

of our questions have
to do with this thing.

We found it at the
party the other night.

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.
- And we know

you made that weapon.

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.

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,

did it decrease pollution
in commercial aircraft?

Or did it just end up
making cheaper explosives?

What's your body
count, Mr. Finado, huh?

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.

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.

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.

Watch your back.

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?

Go and get back to work.

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