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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Folsom and I
found an old dossier

along with this note.

Dr. Auerbach.

You think this one little doodle

means that she's behind
all these killings?

Didn't she say whoever's behind
this might be playing games?

Maybe that's exactly
what she's doing.

Lynn Zobrist
and another victim Lamont Moore,

they all have scars
on their temples.

Maybe the other victims
have suffered

some serious
psychiatric problems, too.

I spent some time in a facility.

There were
mirrors there?

There were mirrors everywhere.

I'm not going back

in the field.

I'm either in the lab
or I'm nowhere.

All right now.

Shake, shake, shake.

Take those lights off. Yup.

I think we're getting it.

I don't think
we're getting it

until we've, you
know, struck gold.

Now remember,

you're looking
for the black sand.

'Cause that's
where the gold be.

Well, I, for one,
am having a lot of fun

on our little adventure.

A day at the pool
can be an adventure.

A beautiful,
air-conditioned restaurant.

Cirque du Soleil.

Billy and I are having fun.
Aren't we, Billy?

Sure.

Excuse me, miss.

This area
isn't safe.

There was a flood
here yesterday.

The ground is
very soft and can...

Right this way, guys.

Bodies are just up here.

Then why'd we have
to park way back there?

Do you know how far I've
had to carry this thing?

Really far.

Really,
really far.

Really?

Well...

It looks like our bodies
are more like one body

and two skulls.

Most of one body.

Left leg's been severed
just below the patella.

We got different
rates of decomp here.

Look.

There's still some
skin on this fellow,

whereas here...

She's nothing but bone.

Maybe the coyotes found
her especially tasty?

"She"? "Her"? How can you tell?

Well, just a guess based
on the cranial vault.

Forehead angle is vertical,

not receding,

and the supraorbital
margin is sharp, suggests

sex is likely female.

Late teens, early 20s.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay, jackpot.

Gentleman
with the missing leg is...

Harrison Cantwell.

Okay if we roll him?

Yeah, go ahead.

Whoa, hold on.

Got some kind
of stone here.

Looks like he got
it in the chest a few times

before they stabbed
him in the eye. Oh.

These guys like to hide

in bodies that have been
out for a while.

The bluebottle
flies come and go.

And then the coffin
flies have their turn.

And then beetles.

And tarantulas.
Yeah, tarantulas
eat the beetles.

So this guy's been missing...

40, maybe 50 days.

Yeah.

Wonder where
they came from.

All right, Penny.

What do you see?
No presumptions,

no guesses.

Come on.
I need space, I need space!

I don't want you
reading my thoughts!

I'm having
a hard time focusing

on what I see
because what I hear

from over there is
really distracting.

You're listening
to my thoughts.

You're
making me sick.

Penny, look at
me. Look at me.

Tune it out.

What do you see?

Okay, this guy
drove up in a hurry.

He blocked the
homeowner's car in.

Brought his gun
to the front door.

But when the homeowner
Molly Tate opened it,

she was armed, too.

She fired three bullets.

They struck him
in his chest.

Backspatter and expiratory

on his closed fingers
and the gun suggest that

he was holding his gun up,

aiming at her.
Mm-hmm.

Till boom, boom, boom,

he falls back,
collapses and dies.

It looks like
self-defense.

Yep. Well
spotted, I agree.

Ms. Tate's self-defense
story holds up.

Uh, Antonia?

I want to go back inside,

I don't want you listening
to my mind.

Wait, wait, wait, stop.

That scar on
your temple.

Did you get any
of your therapy

in a mirrored room?

How could you know that?

Have you been

in my mind?

Have you? Has she?

Has she?

Has she? Get off me.

We've got to check
this dead man's car.

Now.

Ooh.

This scene is all kinds
of bad news.

Definitely.

Am I, uh, clear to
remove this here?

Yep.

Hey.

Did I miss all the fun?

Is that a spearhead?

Wait, do we need to contact
the Bureau of Indian Affairs?

Uh, no, I don't think
they have jurisdiction.

This isn't Shoshone,

Paiute or Washoe.
This is something much older.

It's a Clovis point.

They date back like

12,000 years ago.

End of the Ice Age.

Am I crazy,

or does this look
like a type match

to the other skull?

It might be an age match, too.

The wear on the bone,
the teeth...

I mean, we'll need radiocarbon
dating to confirm, but

it's possible this skull

dates back that far, too.

Okay, what are we saying?

I think we're saying...

these two lovebirds were killed
with the same murder weapon

12,000 years apart.

♪ 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, we got
a new dead body

and an ancient skull.

Listen, Cantwell's
fingers were curled inside

the skull's
occipital opening.

And rigor set in, just...

He was locked on tight.

Yeah.

Like an action figure
with a kung fu grip.

So, he holds on all
the way downriver,

but...

Wondering
where he came from?
Yeah.

He could have floated
quite a ways.

W-We got a heavy
rain last night.

This watershed is very prone
to flash-flooding,

especially in
the middle of this

drought season
that we're having.

Is that right?

My-my point is,

he didn't get killed at
Flash in the Pan Tours and...

Well, maybe she can

pass that along to any

reporters who
might be wondering.

Okay, Mr. Jakes. Thanks.

You can go.

All right, so I
did some googling

on our victim
Harrison Cantwell.

Apparently, he was some sort of

amateur archaeologist
turned author.

Well liked, did a lot
of philanthropic work

for museums around the world.

Semi-famous in nerdy circles.

Oi. I've heard of him.

Yeah.

Now, he's from New York,

but he's got
an honorary seat

on the board of the Natural
History Museum of Clark County.

Maybe that's what
brought him out here?

Well, I was
heading there next

anyway. They have the equipment

I need to
carbon-date the skull.

So, you-- the body
and the murder weapon.

You-- the ancient skull.

And another thing.
Come here a minute.

That 419 this morning?
Mm-hmm.

In the dead
man's trunk

was a card written
in silver ink.

"Keep your secrets.
Cull the rotten fruit"?

It seems like

he was sent to kill
this young woman

and she wasn't having it.

Then this would-be victim,

she could be another link
in the chain.

I need to talk to her
as soon as possible. No.

We need to walk and chew gum
at the same time.

I will stay on your
silver ink case

'cause I need
your expertise on this

ancient skull business.

Thank you.

All right, y'all.
Come on.

More than an author.
He was so charitable.

So kind. Like a brother to
all of us here at the museum.

Are you sure it's him?

Wow.

You all seem surprised.

But from what we can tell,
he must've been missing

for close
to two months.

Cantwell wasn't a traditional
scientist per se,

but he was passionate.

He immersed himself in research.

Before his last
three books, he went off-grid.

Five, six months.

Embedding, searching.

No one ever thought
anything of it.

Zimbabwe, the Yucatán.

This last time,
he was looking for

Clovis artifacts

in the Basin and Range.

Well, he might have found more
than just artifacts.

Um, there was a Clovis point,

a murder weapon that
we took back to the lab.

But there was
something else.

Here, have a look
for yourself.

What in the world?

Tad, run and get
my hand lenses.

Do you think it's possible?

That this is a Clovis skull?

It-it would be
the find of the decade.

Wear on the bone,

the teeth,
it certainly could be.

MacARTHUR:
We have so few

links to the oldest humans
to walk on this continent.

Someone has to
write this up.

It should really be you.

Perhaps Tad can assist.

For now, I'm
assisting. We need it.

It's part of a homicide investigation.

Our lab can handle
tool mark analysis

on the Clovis
point, but

do you happen to have

a, um, accelerator
mass spectrometer

for carbon-14 dating?

Mm-hmm.

Do you mind if I play with it?

We're trying to find out
if she and your friend

were killed by
the same weapon.

River was
beautiful this morning.

Sun was shining. Here?

And you probably saw

the pictures, but it really
does not do it justice.

This?
Yeah, that, too.

I mean...

the lab is
great. There.

But, uh...

field work is
great, too, man.

I just wish you
could've been there, man.

I'm a lab rat, you know,
now and forever.

11 points of minutia
on the Clovis point.

11 matching points

on the defect
in the skull.

They-they measure out

perfectly.

Yeah, it's a match. Yeah.

Looks like there's some little
fragments from the arrowhead

that were broken off
in the skull itself.

No weathering on
the broken edges

means it was probably
pulled out recently.

Like,
maybe right before the attack.

What if this is what
they're fighting about?

I mean, it could be, they know
the value of these artifacts,

I mean, if they're as old
as Allie thinks they are.

Oh, they are.

Radiocarbon dating
says this skull

is 12,245 years old.

Give or take.

We're talking 10,000 BC? Wow.

That's older than agriculture.

I know.

So, Harrison Cantwell
managed to find a skull

that had been hidden from
humanity for 12,000 years.

Wherever he found it, that's
got to be our crime scene.

Yeah, it's taken since
the end of the Ice Age

for someone to find it.

Yeah, well, I'm sure we'll have
it sorted by lunchtime tomorrow.

Okay, okay. Okay,
okay, okay, goodbye, Sonya.

No, you are. Mom agrees.

Yeah, kisses.

Hey, Jack, is your
sister out of town?

She's in London
presenting a paper.

"Sudden Death and
Fibromuscular Dysplasia

of the Mesenteric
Arteries."

I've seen her slides.

They're really funny.

You knew about this?
Yeah.

She asked me for kebab recommendations.

Don't worry.

We FaceTimed our way through
a very thorough intake.

Mm.

Ready for the highlights?

Our victim was stabbed

five times using
a stone object.

Probably held in the hands,
not a spear.

The wounds are
too shallow.

The final stab into his eye
isn't what killed him.

This wound, in the
inferoanterior cardiac muscle

near the right ventricle, caused
a hemorrhage into the torso.

Broken bones in
the arms and jaw

suggest fistfight.

Broken carpals and metacarpals.
He fought back.

And what about the leg?

Uh, leg.

Jack?
Ah!

Right. If you look at the
position of the cartilage,

definitely postmortem.

My guess is some kind of animal,

like a coyote, tugged at it

till it was torn off.

What about this?

Huh.

Looks like... sand?

Maybe? Stuck to
the hardened earwax?

There's quite a bit of it,

especially...

given the advanced
state of decomposition.

Meaning what?

I don't know yet.

But this kind of
eluvium might tell us

where Cantwell was
before he was killed.

I don't want you
pulling thoughts out of my head.

You're scaring me.
But, Molly,

you're not being charged.

We know you acted
in self-defense.

Your doorbell camera,
it got the whole thing.

Then why am I here?

You trying to put

things in my mind? Hmm?
No, we...

we can't put things
in your head.

We just want to ask
you some questions

to help keep you safe.

I told the cops.

I'm not going into...

protective whatever. I'm fine.

But whoever came
to your house,

they came with a specific
intention to kill you, Molly.

Do you know why?

No.

I don't.

I don't have
any idea.

For all I know, it was you.

I know this is very hard.

But we have to talk about this

because we don't
think it's over.

Wait, what are you...?
Just listen.

There have been
a number of

recent crimes.
And in every case,

the people who were
being targeted

were being encouraged

to kill someone else.

You got a card.

Just like this, Molly.

Didn't you?
No.

I didn't.

I didn't!

You two are listening
to my thoughts.

Which I asked you very clearly

not to do. Molly.

We cannot listen
to your thoughts.

You got a card,

and it came
with a dossier.

Blackmail.

You were being asked
to kill someone.

We're just trying
to keep 'em safe.

That dossier

could tell us who's behind this.

I don't want to be here.

Am I free to go?

Am I?

Yes, of course.

Listening to her damn thoughts.

If I could hear
her damn thoughts,

this case would be over by now.

That's thought broadcasting
and thought insertion.

They're common delusions
for people

with schizoaffective disorder.

If we're gonna learn anything
about who sent this card,

it's gonna be from this card.

Okay, remind me again
what we're doing out here?

This is fun.

Admit it.
Come on.

No. Fun is tequila shots

and blowtorch queso.

This is...

Dude, this is
Duck Dynasty.

Let's just get
this over with

so we can get back
to civilization.
Okay, look.

So, this is where our
victim washed up, right?

But it's not
where he died.

So, if we're gonna find
what happened to him,

we're gonna have to
retrace his steps.

Retrace his float.

All right, so...

Guy was on dry
land for weeks.

Long enough for
those spiders

to take up residency
in his torso.

Then the rain came
and brought him here.

But it was only raining
about four hours, so...

How far does a guy float
in about four hours?

You know, I have a
tool that can tell us.

He's a very
specialized CSI.

Ready, Folsom?
Let it rip.

All right, ready?

Okay, so most objects on
the river move at the same rate.

The increased flowrate
after last night's rain--

we'll call it 1.6
to two miles per hour.

The body
must've floated...

six and a half
to eight miles.

I'm not walking that.

Don't worry, me neither.

This is six and
a half miles.

Whoa, hold on...

Is that...?

A shoe?

Well, this
isn't great.

No blood.

There's no signs
of struggle, either.

Hey.

I found our tibia.

So, this must be the spot
where our victim's body lay

all that time before the flash
flood washed him downriver.

But this isn't a murder
scene, this is just...

A shoe and half a leg.

Okay...

if this isn't where

the murder actually happened...

...how the hell are we going
to find the crime scene now?

Okay, so, uh...

Cantwell makes this big-deal
archaeological find somewhere

in this valley, then...

gets stabbed
and winds up here.

Well, he was either dragged
here by his killer...

Or he limped out here
under his own power

when he had both his legs.

Either way,

desperately holding on
to that skull.

Well, it sounds like
for an archaeologist,

this would be a
career-defining find.

Anyway, there's-there's
still one silver lining.

What's that?

Well, this isn't the
first time I've found

two skulls at a scene.

But it is the first
time I've only been on

the hook to solve the
murder of one of them.

Is there something about
this case that's bothering you?

No, let's just go solve it.

Okay, let's...

We need to keeping
searching this area.

Aw.

Oh, she's been out here
for a few days.

Why would somebody shoot her?

Well...

Maybe they saw she had
a person's leg in her mouth

and they thought
they might be next. Ugh.

I think this must be
Cantwell's foot.

She's got a collar.
That's weird.

GPS tracker.

Tagged wildlife.

Biologists use these
to track migration patterns.

If the coyote picked up
Cantwell's blood trail

at the crime scene
and followed it here...

Then this little gizmo might
lead us to where he died.

Stick with me because we've got
a lot of trains running.

First, we've got these
postcards. This one

was in Alan Herskovitz's house,

in that first case that
kicked off this whole mess.

This one was sent
to us last week.

Then we have
these cards.

Same card-stock,
same metallic ink.

The only DNA
and fingerprints

we found on the ones
from yesterday

are from Lukas Tremaine,
the man that Molly killed.

But none from whoever sent them.

What I
don't get is

why write these out by hand
and then print these out?

What is that about?

Maybe his computer doesn't have

his favorite
"Wacky Scribbles" font.

I always go with
"ancient alien hieroglyphics"

when I'm encrypting
my demented ramblings.

That or Helvetica.

Presumably you all came in here

to tell me what you learned. Yes.

This card was printed
on a consumer inkjet printer.

Make and model?

Still working on that.

But get this:

the ink he used
contained real silver.

Which is not
a good idea.

Those tiny flecks are pointy.

So they leave tiny microscopic
punctures in the print head.

So when you look up close?

It makes the same error

over and over
and over and over again.

Exactly.
So, whoever's behind

all these murders,

everything they print will
have these distinctive errors.

Because the printer has its
own distinct "fingerprint."

Nice catch.

It's a start. I'd like
to review more material

he's printed, but the only
people who got some are

either in a mental hospital,
in prison or dead.

Except our dear friend Molly.

Who I would really like
to talk to.

You know, Molly is a tricky one.

I asked LVPD to put a car
outside the house

because I got
to talk to her again.

Okay, well, I
could go with you.

Mm, nah...

I think the rest of your
afternoon just walked in.

Hey.

Folsom.
What you got?

Dead coyote.

Ooh-ooh.

Really appreciate you coming
all this way, Mrs. Cantwell.

You know, I'm sorry to have
to ask all these questions.

It's perfectly all
right, Detective.

Anything I can
do to help.

Now, we've heard your
husband would go on

extended research
trips for his books.

Did he generally keep you in
the loop on his whereabouts?

Well, it's somewhat embarrassing,

but I don't remember
the last time

Harrison and I spoke.

He always had
his satellite phone

in his bag,
but typically he kept it

powered off
to conserve the battery.

There's something
that I'd like to ask

of you, if that's possible.

Fire away.

Has the medical examiner given
an official cause of death?

Now, I only ask because
I'd like to have

the death certificate expedited.

For legal reasons.

"Legal reasons"?

Can you tell
me a little bit

more about what you mean?

Well, I've always had
to manage Harrison's business

and I've always had
to move money around.

Those month-long walkabouts
are pretty expensive.

Every dollar that came in,
it went right back out.

We were always
funding the next one. So...

from a financial point of view,

his death might've actually
saved you some money.

That's one way to look at it.

Hmm.

Beau?

Beau.

You all right?

Yeah. Sure. Yeah.
Really?

Don't know.

You seem less yourself lately.

Did I miss a memo or something?

Folsom was all over me, too.

Sorry.

We all see it.

You know,
when you first came to CSI,

you had a new lease
of life.

But ever since
you've retreated to the lab...

I know it sounds simple.

"Just get back
out there." But...

The world outside of
these four walls is terrifying.

I mean...

under this powerful mustache,

is a sensitive soul, Allie.

Okay.

Look, when you're ready,

I'm here for you.

Okay.

Silicon dioxide, alkali
feldspar, plagioclase.

I mean, if you put
them all together:

that's got to be
granite in Mr...

Mr. Cantwell's ear.

Granite.
You just know that?

Oh, I had the world's
greatest geology professor.

Dr. William.

And if I remember
his class correctly,

there shouldn't be a ton of
granite in this river valley.

It might tell us something
about where he was digging

when he got attacked.

I need to get
some geological maps.

Oh, and Allie?
Mm-hmm?

Thank you.

Okay, so...

these are the places
our coyote walked

in the weeks and months
before she was shot.

Well, I
found granite

in the victim's ear, but granite
isn't found in the river itself,

just the tributaries--
these five are the closest.

That cactus needle
you found on the shoe

is from a cactus called
opuntia basilaris.

Typically found at
elevations above 800 feet.

Okay,
well, let's see.

Our coyote only visited
one of those tributaries

in her final days, which should
put our mystery site...

Around here. Near that
little branch in the river.

"X" marks the spot.

Hey, Al.

You're never gonna
believe this.

It's Harrison's dig site.

This is major.

The skull alone was
a big find, right?

I don't think anyone has
ever found a Clovis skeleton

this complete before.

This could end up
in textbooks.

I doubt the textbooks
will include this.

This site wasn't just why
he was killed, it was where.

There was a fight
to the death, right here.

We finally got
our crime scene.

Serena.

What's going
on with you?

Is there something about all
this that's bothering you?

I told you I'm fine.

Okay.

Listen, if you need to talk...

Josh, drop it, okay?

This dig, just underway.

But already
it's incredibly exciting.

Harrison Cantwell's
got to be excited, too.

Until it
got him killed.

It happened right about here,
if I had to guess.

It's the highest concentration
of blood left out here.

That's pretty funky, right?

It looks like
blood's been cleaned off

with hydrogen peroxide.

Ooh-whee.

That means somebody
was clever.

DNA shrivels and dies at
the feet of hydrogen peroxide.

Pulling alleles out of that
is gonna be a struggle.

Hey, guys?

Nice find, Serena.

Couple calls to his wife Rose.

The last call
was made...

47 days ago.
Two minutes and change,

to Dr. Qadiri's office,
Natural History Museum.

If he told her
about this find,

control over the site
is certainly something

two archaeologists
might fight over.

I think it's time Dr. Qadiri
gets a second visit, huh?

You want to join us?

You know,
I'd love to,

but I've been invited to
meet a bunch of fish

at Molly Tate's house.

Lori, Nora, Luke,
Violet, Chloe.

Melissa, Bill,

Greg and Stacy. Yeah.

You decorate these yourself?

Yeah,
I like fish.

There's no stress in them.

And they can't hear

what I'm thinking.

I know.

I know how
all of it sounds.

Yeah.

Feeling like people can
hear your thoughts

does sound...

a little stressful.

And lonely.

I tell myself
no one can read minds.

A part of me thinks...

"No, it's true, they can."

Sitting here, I-I'm worried

you're gonna hear
the wrong thing and...

lock me up for good.

But your fish don't do that.

A couple
months back...

I was attacked.

And afterwards...

I mean, I knew
the person was gone,

but I still
got nervous.

It's just... It is hard.

It's hard when you can't
control your thoughts.

You don't seem nervous now.

The person that, uh, hurt me,
they're behind bars now.

I killed my guy.

So I'm safe now, too.

Molly, you know you
don't believe that.

And neither do I.

Honey...

You need to be put

in protective custody.
I can't.

I don't... I don't want to.
The man who came here

to hurt you,

he was sent here by someone.

Someone who also
sent you a dossier.

And a card with
silver ink, Molly.

Silver ink.

Silver ink. I don't know.

I don't know, I'm scared!

We all get scared sometimes.

But the person who
send you that dossier

and that card with
the silver ink,

they left something on it.

I can find it...

if you let me.

I've been so tired.

Silver ink. Silver ink.

I'm gonna trust you.

Find him, please.

Come here.

Hey, Detective, you're back.

We need to speak
to Dr. Qadiri.

I-I think
she's in her office.

There-there's nothing
wrong, is there?

I don't know yet.

Would you mind
taking us back?

Of course.
Uh, right this way.

That's strange. Uh...

This-this door is

never locked
during business hours.

But, um, here.

Used to be my office, I can...

let you in
no problem.

People are in and out
of here for supplies

all the time.

Hey, this has Rose Cantwell's
name on the return address.

And it's postmarked
after Harrison died.

Did Rose mention that she was
friendly with Dr. Qadiri?

Uh-uh.

Huh.

It's open.

By the looks of it...

she sent
Qadiri some...

of Harrison's notes.

I'm also seeing what looks like
two sets of handwriting.

You think Dr. Qadiri
and Rose were planning on

getting rich
off his big find?

I mean, it was brand-new dig
site, it was barely developed.

I doubt the killer
counted on Cantwell

making a run for it after
being mortally wounded.

If they had hopes of
taking credit for the find,

they might've been waiting
for him to pop up.

What are the odds?
If there's one thing

I've learned
since I moved to Vegas:

don't put anything
past anybody.

Especially when it
comes to getting rich.

See what you can
get off of that.

Hey, guys.

So, Max took a crack at
finding DNA in that blood

that we found
at the scene.

No dice.

Hydrogen peroxide
stays undefeated.

We're having better luck here.

Fingerprints from
both Rose Cantwell

and Dr. Laura Qadiri on
Harrison Cantwell's notes.

Both of them were
working together,

and yet both of them
failed to mention that.

Time for a little
dueling banjos.

Maybe both of them ought
to come have a chat about it.

I'd like to see them deny it.

No, you're right.

Dr. Qadiri and I were
working together.

We started a few months
before Harrison was killed.

Rose is a brilliant
prose stylist.

She was pushing Harrison to
the next level of his career.

Laura brought extensive archaeological

expertise and credibility,
which Harrison

was frankly lacking.

Harrison, Rose and I had a deal.

I'd help research the Cantwells'
book, write the foreword.

In exchange, I could publish
anything Harrison found

in the academic press,
as lead author.

Well, why didn't you mention
this earlier?

It's not like we're
hiding anything.

All of this had
Harrison's blessing.

It didn't seem
particularly relevant

to your investigation.

We found Harrison's
satellite phone.

And the last call he made
might've been the day he died.

Can you tell us where
you were on January 9th

at 1:30
in the afternoon?

Where were you...

on January 9th at around
1:30 in the afternoon?

He had just made the find

of a lifetime.

He called it in.

And one of you
killed him for it.

Wait,
wait, wait, stop.

Just... Just hold on.

January 9th? I was
traveling that weekend.

A lot of people saw us.

Saw who?

You and Dr. Qadiri
were both in Illinois?

In point of fact,

we were together.

I hate to say it, but
I-I think our theory

is kind of
falling apart.

Oh, no, it's really
falling apart.

Laura and I were in Chicago
to speak with a publisher.

The meeting
fell through,

but we were there
until Wednesday.

What...

Was th...

Do you think that's
when he was killed?

Right after he
made the find?

I didn't know.

I know you found
their prints on the same

manuscript pages. But...

they're still
on the same page.
Mm-hmm.

Same story.
Same alibi.
Mm-hmm.

And you've got
the same problem.

No hard evidence.

Any of y'all want to call
it a night, feel free.

Come on, boss.

This is our chance to
drink mediocre coffee

at 2:00 in the morning.
Yeah, was your chance.

I can't stop thinking about
Cantwell's last phone call.

I mean, two minutes
and eight seconds.

Someone at the museum answered,

talked to him and turned him
into a hotel for tarantulas.

Well,
there had to be

a lot of young and
hungry archaeologists

at the museum who
would do anything

to lay claim to the
discovery he made, right?

Logan MacArthur said everyone
had access to the office

where the call came in.

It was never
locked, so

tying to someone specific
is gonna be tricky.

Actually...

there might be someone
we can tie to the crime scene.

Do we still have that
blood sample from the rib?

The one that killer cleaned up?
Oh, yeah.

We got lots of blood.

No DNA to speak of, though.
If I'm right,

we don't need DNA.

Blood.
Thank you.

Wright stain.

Well, red blood cells
look normal.

These are different kinds
of white blood cells:

you've got neutrophils,
lymphocytes and monocytes...

There are four different types,

but we're only interested
in one:

the basophils.

And basophils
are the markers

for this disease?

Mm-hmm. And when there
are no basophils,

there are a lack of histamines.

I guess if all
this blood work

helps put the killer
behind bars,

at least they get
a free diagnosis out of it.

I'm not seeing

any, are you?
Nope.

The person who left their
blood at the crime scene,

all their histamines were stuck
to the underside of their skin,

which means...

Our man has cold urticaria.

Our man? We got him?

We got him.

There you go,
Mr. MacArthur,

nice and cold.

I want to help you all
in any way that I can,

but...

...frankly, I-I'm not
sure why I'm here.

On the day he died,

your friend Harrison Cantwell
made a phone call.

The last one he'd ever make.
To Dr. Qadiri's office.

Your old office.
Now, you're

in there all the time, right?

You admitted it yourself.

I'm not sure what
you're driving at, but...

I didn't speak to Harrison.

Yeah, you did.

Your pal Harrison,
he told you about his discovery.

A career-making find.

So you raced out there
and found out it was true.

A man who was not a scientist

had discovered something

you never could.

And he was on his way
into the history books.

You argued. You fought.

You got injured,

your resentment boiled over,

and you stabbed him.

But you were too hurt to follow.

How am I doing so far?

You want
to show us your scar

where you got impaled
on that rib?

I loved Harrison.

Uh, I wouldn't hurt a bug,

l-let alone a-a great thinker,

a-a great friend.

You don't have any proof
of any of this.

Uh-oh.

What's-what's that there?

N-nothing. Just a nettle rash.

I-I get it sometimes,
because of cold.

I know.

Your "nettle rash" is actually
a minor immune disease

called cold urticaria.

If you say so.
Oh, we do say so.

That's actually how we know
you returned to the scene.

And cleaned the bones
with hydrogen peroxide.

I mean, that was very smart.

It was.

Because it took care
of all the DNA.

But it did not destroy
the blood cells,

or the telltale signs

of the disease
they're fighting.

Sir, the killer had
cold urticaria.

The same thing Ms. Rajan noticed
that you had back at the museum.

I-I-I...

I didn't want any of this.

I-I was just upset.

He-he was going
to take credit.

It was all an accident.

I'm sorry, this is
about credit?
You wouldn't understand.

50 years I-I've worked.

I-I've never had a find

like that.

Harrison
w-would've never

found that site
if it were not for my help,

my museum's
resources.

He had his whole life
ahead of him.

He could've shared this.
He-he could've made

a hundred new discoveries.

No, he's not going to.

Not now.

Hands behind your back.

Stand up for me.

Poor gal got a spear
stuck in her craw.

Yeah.

What's stuck in yours?

It's nothing.

You know what?

A few weeks ago,

you asked me
what was wrong.

And I told you.

Back in Miami,
when I first made detective,

I got a case.

16-year-old runaway,

disappeared from
a motel room in Opa-Locka.

A little keychain
like this was

the only thing left behind.

Until about a month later

we found her skull.

Just her skull.

I was green,
so I thought if I just

worked the case
hard enough...

But that's not always
how it works.
Mm-mm.

It's a hard lesson.

I mean, we can't always
find the bad guys.

But her family...

Her family saw
you try, right?

That matters.

Only so much.

Only so much.

Hey.

You ready
to hit the road?

Yeah.

Have a good night.

♪ All of my heroes
sit up straight ♪

♪ They stare at the ground ♪

♪ They radiate ♪

♪ Me, I'm mumbling in the
kitchen for the sun to pay up ♪

♪ Lonely as a ring
on a cold coffee cup ♪

♪ I'm some sick hound ♪

♪ Digging for bones ♪

♪ If it weren't for second
chances, we'd all be alone ♪

You go through Molly's dossier?
Yep, fully processed.

453 pages of
blackmail material.

It was really interesting.

Not the what,
but the how.

When I found
Lamont Moore's dossier,

it showed that he was being
coerced by photos,

electronic surveillance.

Molly's was different.

A few years ago,
she confessed to

a few non-violent crimes.

But not to her diary,
not to police.

To her therapist.

Why do I feel like I know
exactly where this is headed?

Okay,

look at the handwriting.
Mm-hmm.

Molly's
blackmail material.

And then Dr.
Auerbach's notes

from Lynn Zobrist's
therapy sessions.

We got get this
by a jury, all right?

Handwriting analysis
is way too shaky

to hold up
in court.

We won't need to build
our case around that.

Tell me. Okay.

Dr. Auerbach's notes, which

by law, only
she can have,

were printed

on the same printer...

that produced
these cards.

They all have
the same flaw.

Our mastermind's digital
fingerprint is on all of them.

The sick mind

behind all of these murders...

...is Dr. Diane Auerbach.

Has to be.

Has to be.

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