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Previously on CSI: Vegas... FOLSOM: My mother,

they killed her. ROBY: You cannot investigate

the death
of a family member.

Jeanette Folsom,
who did it?

I'm not telling
either one of you a damn thing.

Kahn Schefter killed my mother.

I'm not sure you're gonna
keep your job, Josh.

Isn't that
your decision?
No.

That's Nora Cross,
Internal Affairs.

You have the Garrity rule.
You don't have to say a thing.

Trey and I were here that
night with Kahn Schefter.

We asked him who had
killed my mom. It was him.

- Where did you get this?
- Detective Chavez.

I think we both know
this isn't working.

But was it ever working?

It'll be interesting to see

how the review board
interprets it.

They won't.
They want you to testify.

They want me to
put a nail in his coffin.

♪ I've got you ♪

♪ Under my skin ♪

♪ But each time I do ♪

♪ Just the thought of you ♪

♪ Makes me stop before I begin ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got you... ♪

Oh. Well, hello, gorgeous.

They're just so disgusting.

Where the hell
are they even coming from?

These sweeties? Uh...

probably got a dead roof rat
somewhere around here.

There are rats
in the roof?

No, no, no.
They're probably in your walls.

Um, roof rat is just
a common term that we use...

There.
They're in there.

Just get the wall open
and get rid of them.

No. No, ma'am. I...

I don't have the tools
that you'd need,

and, I mean,
let's not be hasty here.

Fine.
If you won't...

Hey, guys.
Help us out, please?

Huh.

Well, there is your problem.

You know, our exterminator
refused to touch the wall.

Maybe he
already knew

the dead body
was there.

He's always been creepy.

Uh, you folks are gonna

rip up the whole guest house,
aren't you?

No, we'll talk to
the city first.

So nice of you
to show up

after I got to pick up
all the maggots.

Sorry, my oldest
forgot her inhaler.

She's doing the mile
at gym today.

I had to do a drop-off
detour or risk her wrath.

- She's a freshman?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's a fun age.
Don't worry about it.

You can worry about it a little.

There were a lot of maggots.

So, what do we got here?

We got a radar stud finder.

Should give us a preview of
coming attractions.

Lumber, pipes, wires...

And dudes.

Is that
dead guy...

jaunty?

Hi, Nora, I'm sorry I'm late.

Dr. Roby.

Things have been just

crazy around here
and I'm-I'm...

Shorthanded.
- I get it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just as long as you're on time
for the sheriff's review board.

Yeah.
Folsom's hearing
is at 2:00.

Believe me, I am aware.

I just want to go over
the order of operations.

I gotcha.

It's like a court hearing.

I present my findings,
you give your assessment,

then Mr. Folsom will have
an opportunity to speak.

Mm-hmm. And then
the review board decides

whether or not to
drop the hammer.

You'll be tempted to
pull your punches.

Don't.

It's your duty to present
the board with the truth.

Nora,

I did not get where I am

by pulling punches.

Oh.

And right now, I have
some other responsibilities

'cause apparently,
Frank Sinatra just died.

Hmm. I thought
you were joking.

Oh, I know my Rat Pack.

Whoever this guy is, was,

he has Ol' Blue Eyes down cold.

His blue eyes are actually
colored contacts.

According to his license,
this is Benji Herron.

Got a guess on
time of death?

His liver temp's
same as ambient

and he's out
of rigor,

so I'd say
48 hours ago. Ish.

If it weren't for
the stab wounds,

I'd say Frankie here
was napping.

He doesn't even
smell like decomp.

What-what is that?
Is that vanilla?

Huh. He's got maggots
in his mouth. How lovely.

And confusing.

I mean, if he
smells like Bloomingdale's,

and it's only
been two days,

that's not enough time for
the larva to hatch.

Maybe the maggots aren't
coming from Sinatra.

Multiplying
corpses.

I really
gotta make

bingo cards
for this job.

That's Joey Bishop.

Huh?
We got Frank Sinatra
over there.

This guy is
Joey Bishop.

He's the least
famous of

Sinatra's sidekicks.

So we got, not one,
but two different dead

Rat Pack impersonators
in this wall?

Well, you better warn
all your Sammys and Dinos.

You're nobody
till somebody kills you.

♪ 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! ♪

Which one is Sinatra
and which one is Gary Bishop?

Joey Bishop.

Don't let Beau hear you
mix those up.

His wallet says
he's Sam Carriman.

Decomp says
he's been dead a week.

Sinatra, aka Benji Herron,

looks to have died
much more recently.

So two different attacks,
but same day delivery?

Construction workerssay this

corpse-infested
section of the wall

was built over the weekend.
They were surprised

it was up
when they came in Monday.

Nobody saw nothing.

There was a party on Saturday,

and Frankie was booked
for an appearance.

But not Barry.

Sam.

Aka Joey.

You'll get the hang of it.

I sent Beau with Chavez

to, uh, the agency

that supplied the impersonators
to ask around.

Oh, you two split up?

Well, he owes me.

Hmm, what's this?

Anybody see any feathers?

Huh.

Wouldn't that be great

if it was trace from the killer?

You're sure it's Benji?

I'm sorry.

Though he did have us thinking

he was the real
Frank Sinatra for a minute.

Benj was a stickler for details.

Oh, he was
the best Sinatra in town.

The voice, that
bone structure...

The hot-and-cold personality.

Looks like he was

the star of
Stars of the Strip.

Your business
going to be okay?

Oh, I'm not crying
about the money.

Benji's daddy to this one.

Oh, um,
I'm so sorry.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Three nights ago

at Tovah Eisenstein's
bat mitzvah.

We had a crazy week.

Sinatra played
a bat mitzvah?

The Eisensteins wanted
Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo,

but both girls
got food poisoning

so I-I just,

I rounded up
everyone who wasn't booked.

I even got back into
my old Liz Taylor getup.

How'd that go over?

Teenage girls are...

very cruel.

Well, uh, we're
going to need to talk to

every performer
that worked that night.

Yeah, I'm gonna need to see
any feathers that they have.

Sam and Benji?

You gotta feel for
the rest of their crew.

The Rat Pack?

Yeah, they really only
got group bookings.

Except Benji.

I guess Sinatra was
pretty famous?

He brought in the cash,
all right.

And he let
everybody know it.

Like it's that hard to put on
a suit and hold a whiskey.

I'd like to see him
rock 15 pairs of

bedazzled glasses a night.

Okay, so,
you weren't a fan?

Maybe, if he wasn't
such a braggart.

Braggart?

Benji was a drama queen.

And that's compared to
a joint full of people

pretending to be famous.

So, Dolly-- uh,
Ms. Parton,

did anyone have beef with Benji?

Gosh, who didn't at some point?

He was, like,

I don't want to
talk bad about a dead guy,

but Benji was kind of a...

He was a right bastard.

Drove us all mad,

always talking about
how many offers

he had to jump ship to
other agencies.

And what about Sam Carriman?

Oh. Poor Sam.

Benji, I could see
somebody whacking him,

but Sam was such a sweetheart.

- A pushover.
- What do you mean?

Sam Carriman was a huge talent.

He actually could've been
a great Sinatra himself.

But not with
Benji around.

Benji never would've let anybody
threaten his place on top.

He bullied Sam into
playing fifth banana.

I mean, who's even
heard of Joey Bishop?

Uh, he's actually a real talent

and an important part of
Rat Pack lore.

Oh.

Real feather
eyelashes?

Don't knock it
till you try it.

When was the last
time you saw Sam?

At the bat mitzvah.

Wait, Sam was there?

Uh, we got a list
of performers

that were sent
to the party.

He wasn't on it.

Listen, girl,
I was surprised, too.

I thought Sinatra
was flying solo,

but there was half the Rat Pack
jawing at each other.

They were arguing?

About what?

No idea.

I scooted right after my set.

I was not about to dawdle
in a room of malicious tweens.

Well, thank you
for your time... Dolly.

Sure, sugar.

No dice.

Looks like we'll be stuck
in Kook-ville for a while yet.

Kook-ville?

Yeah, my youngest
dressed as Peppa Pig to go

trick-or-treating this year.
Even she knows

Halloween is one day
a year, and she's seven.

I think you're just grouchy that

none of the feathers
were a match.

I just hope our victims have

more interesting things to say
than this crew.

Now,

most of these have a diameter of

one and a quarter inch,

so I'd say
wounds are consistent.

And I'd say
you look amazing, hon.

Come on, now. Can you give me
that light over there?

So you think both victims were

attacked with the same blade?

Yes, ma'am. It's likely.

But I'm not so sure
they were wielded by

- the same attacker.
- Excuse me?

- These woundson Sam?
- Mm?

They all hit major
blood vessels and organs.

Whoever killed him

knew how to
inflict swift fatality.

Whereas Benji's wounds are
haphazard at best.

I mean, did the killer just
forget what he was doing

because he faced off
against Sinatra?

Maybe he was starstruck.

Hmm.

What is it, Pen?

Well, word is both of them
were alive three days ago.

Really?

That's not what I would've
guessed based on decomp.

Sam is a host
to significant insect activity.

I guessed he'd been dead a week.

Whereas Benji looks like he's
just sleeping one off, right?

He was a very
attractive man, and...

...he had his admirers.
I found this

on one of Benji's shirt buttons
when I was prepping him.

No bulb to run DNA.

All right, it's better
than nothing. What else you got?

Uh, Benji's got
a broken fingernail here...

...and scratches

on that finger there.

May not be probative,
but we like to be thorough.

And I was just about to check
his stomach contents.

Pen, want to give me a hand?

Oh.

Oh?

Maggots.

Which we found in his mouth too,

so not a super shocker,

but this...

- is odd.
- A green pellet.

Could be
strychnine.

You're good, Dr. Roby.

There were traces
in his tox screen.

I thought maybe the killer
slipped it in his food

to weaken him before the attack.

Rat poison to kill
the Rat Pack.

Looks like we need
to have another chat

with Mr. Pest Control.

Doesn't look good
for you, Rollie.

Rat poison is kind of
your stock and trade, no?

Mrs. Eisenstein says that

you didn't want to look
in the wall.

Did you already know there was

- a body in there?
- No, of-of course not.

Marty and Trish Eisenstein
also told me

you were at their property
on the day of the murders.

I was there in the morning.

Marty was very clear

he didn't want to see
any creepy-crawlies

on his princess's special day.

- Why would I hurt anyone?
- I don't know, Rollie.

You know, but we've had a lot
of killers in that chair,

and you're one of the very few
who does it for a living.

I love insects and rodents.

They're fascinating.

Okay? Killing them isn't
personal. It's just business.

And if I were
going to kill

someone at the Eisensteins',

I wouldn't leave the body
in the guest house.

No?

No. There's
a rats' nest in a tree

just over
the property line.

The smell would bring them
straight to the decay buffet.

Rats attract
attention.

You want to hide a body,
it'd be better if you put it

by the dehumidifier unit
in the attic.

Or in Mrs. E's
organic composter.

Or in the pit that they dug

when they moved the pool
12 feet east. Or...

if-if-if I can move quickly...

Well, I'm officially
creeped out.

I... [sighs] I know
we're evidence people,

not instinct people,

but do we really think
this guy graduated

from-from pesticide
to homicide?

That's the third time
you've checked your watch.

Is everything okay?

Just thinking about Josh.

His review board starts today.
You ever seen one of those?

I hope I never do.

Now you're freaking me out.

I can't imagine this place
without Folsom.

Let's get started.
Ms. Cross?

In my interview
with Mr. Folsom,

he largely exercised
his right to silence

under the Garrity rule.

He made no admission
of misconduct.

However, the facts are that

he posted bail for Trey Cahill

in violation
of department regulations.

They killed her.
Jeannette.

Mr. Folsom and Mr. Cahill

were then alone
for several hours

with the man who murdered
Mr. Folsom's mother, Jeanette.

Tell me who killed
my mother.

The scene was cleaned
in a way consistent

with someone of Mr. Folsom's
skill, and the only evidence

found from those
missing hours

was Mr. Folsom's fingerprint

in his mother's blood.

Dr. Roby,

what do you make
of this blood evidence?

Taking everything into account,
I think Joshua Folsom

took some of his mother's blood
from the morgue

- without authorization.
- Why would he do that?

Wh-What is that?

This is my mother's blood.

Not yours.

I don't know.

Josh Folsom

has an impeccable track record.

He... he has been

my most reliable analyst

for years.

I've-I've-I've known
what to expect from him.

But I cannot explain
any of this.

I think...

I think...

this his most recent behavior

is profoundly unacceptable.

Only he knows what happened
in that hangar.

He may very well
be guilty

of serious misconduct.
I don't know.

None of us knows.

However...

However?

Absolutely no

member of law enforcement,

after having done

any of this,

could continue in their post
without sanction.

Worked out
the wonky decomp rates?

I think so.
Come take a look at this.

Right here is the flipside
of the wall

where we found Sam Carriman.

This section gets full
sun exposure all day here.

The heat would
accelerate decomp,

but this is where Benji Herron's
body was walled up.

It doesn't get
any direct sun.

That's great, Penny, but
it only gets us halfway there.

It might explain
Sam's condition, but...

Yeah, I know,
even in the shade,

Benji should still
be gooier than he is.

Uh...

I might be able to explain that.

Hmm.

This, uh, got a little lost
in the shuffle

when we found
a second body.

It's the, uh,
drywall panel

that covered Benji.

We were wondering why
he didn't look dead-er...

And we've already ruled out
chemicals, environment,

and, I don't know, time travel?

Right. There's one thing
we haven't considered.

What if the maggots
weren't eating Sinatra?

What if...

it was the
other way around.

He was still alive when
he was sealed up in the wall.

Oh, oh... Easy.

You know you're not actually
supposed to kill me, right?

Isn't the point to replicate the
crime as closely as possible,

including the amount
of force used?

All we're trying to do
is figure out

how someone so good with a knife

made such crappy wounds
on Benji,

which does not equate to

"let's break
Chris's ribs for fun."

Science requires sacrifice.

I hope we're not spilling
any real blood down here.

I wouldn't put it
past her.
You shouldn't.

I come bearing GCMS results.

Uh, strychnine pellets
at the scene

and in Benji's stomach

had a total concentration
of five milligrams.

That would kill a rat,
not a human.

Odds are,

he was eating
whatever he could

after he got
walled in.

His little strychnine snack

was just an accident.

So are we completely off
the exterminator?

We're not ruling anyone out.

We are solving
a dual knife attack.

Well...

we're trying to.

Okay, so

Benji's got a laceration
across the chest,

a shallow penetrating wound

in the low abdomen,

this one
hits a rib.

Well, I mean, this guy's
all over the place.

Sam's wounds are, uh,

more severe
and consistent.

Concentrated on the right side
of the body, so,

if he were facing
his attacker...

Indicates a left-handed killer.

We think our guy is a southpaw

who injured his good hand
in the attack on Sam.

He had to use his weaker hand
on the second attack on Benji.

Hence, the imprecise wounds.

Find a left-handed suspect,
and he'll probably have

an injury to his dominant hand.

How many of those
impersonators are lefties?

I'm a suspect
because I'm left-handed?

Isn't that the kind
of logic they used in, like,

the Spanish Inquisition?

We're not burning you
at the stake.

We're doing our jobs.

You play dress-up.
We consider evidence.

Like these wounds.

Science says a lefty made them.

- I couldn't.
- You could.

You'd have the angle
in those platform boots.

We suspect the killer injured
himself during the attack.

Stars of the Strip
posted this

from your last gig
on social media.

Hmm.

You're faking it.

Maybe because you busted
your hand murdering Sam.

Look, lady,
I always fake the piano.

I got to remember
the words

to six decades' worth of hits.

You think I've got time
to learn to play them, too?

All the glitter keeps the focus
off the fakery,

but I promise you...

...no injuries here.

Look, we knew
day one would be rough.

But the Garrity rule
exists for a reason.

Everyone understands
you have a right

to silence and... Hold on, hold on.

Dr. Roby.

What the hell
was that back there?

It's one thing
to appear impartial,

but... I'm not the one. Josh.

It's okay. Max.

You really think
I should get fired?

Our job is to speak
for the victims,

to get justice
for the victims,

not to go exact
that justice.

The man who killed
your mom,

you could've ruined
any chance

of convicting him.

Kahn is dead,

and I'm not sorry about that.

I am my mother's son.

If somebody that
Jeanette loved got hurt,

she would burn the city down
for them, and that's how

- I was raised.
- And you walked away

from that life because
there was no future there.

And then you
made a choice.

Well, choices
have consequences.

So why are you lurking
at my door?

Are you running the swabs

of blood Benji Herron
left in the wall?

Mm-hmm.

That's interesting.

What is it?

Allie's new
partner system,

um, sometimes,
Chris and I

have to hand off
the samples that we collect

instead of running them
ourselves, but

I don't like
not knowing

what happens
to my evidence because

it feels like I'm leaving
the job unfinished.

- You want to finish this one?
- Yes.

MiSeq results are almost in.

Interesting.

Spit it out, Penny.

How's Folsom's
review board going?

So we are set to meet
later again this afternoon.

He's coming back, right?

It's not up to me.

But if it was?

The DNA in the drywall

is a mixture.

Benji Herron and...

...Sam Carriman?

Wait, hold on.

We thought Sam was killed
before Benji.

Why would his DNA be
on Benji?

We've been thinking
that both men were killed

by some unknown assailant.

But this would seem to indicate

that Benji and Sam
fought each other.

That can't be the entire story
though, either, right? Because--

Somebody had to put
them both in the wall.

And whoever did is responsible
for Benji's death.

And I think I might know
how to find them.

The Eisensteins said
that this plastic was

laid out on the floor before
it was used to wrap Sam's body.

If we identify the marks that
came from Sam and Benji's death,

anything else
could come from the person

that put them in the wall.

A ton of fluids and ketones

leaked from the bodies
during autolysis.

That mess contaminated most
of the markings and trace here.

But we still can't rule out
anything that might be useful

in the areas that weren't
covered in... corpse juice.

So, what, ALS?

I'll hit the lights.

Pink is blood.

Yellow is shoe prints.

Orange is the mystery tracks.

It's a construction site.

It could be heavy equipment.

At least the spatter
and the footprints

give us a nice map
of Sam and Benji's fight.

Want to dance, Finado?

Let's rumble, Park.

These are Benji's wing tips
moving like this.

Right.

And then Sam's loafers are here.

Like this?

We got low-velocity
blood drops here.

So, if you stab me...

Then Benji must have taken
the knife away from him.

Poor Sam.

I mean, Benji knew
what he was doing.

He was an Army vet
with close combat training.

Benji was left-handed.

So if he stabbed him
on this side,

low-velocity droplets
would end up...

Here.

But there aren't any.

Something was standing
in the way of the spatter.

That might be where our mystery
observer was standing.

They just stood there

and watched Sam and Benji
kill each other.

That's cold.

We got to go back
to the crime scene.

There might be blood there
we missed the first time.

The gap in the blood
was here.

Our observer could be
watching from here.

Fight happened right in here.

Yeah, the shoe prints
from the plastic sheeting

show Sam and Benji
fighting there.

Sam's attack on Benji was messy,

leaving wild blood drops
all over.

Directional spatter
heading this way

would land... here.

Yeah, blood was cast off
from there.

Probably from Benji hitting

Sam's artery.

No one walked away
from the fight.

Frank Sinatra

and Joey Bishop,

performing
for an audience of one.

Pale imitations, anyway.

All right.

Did an Elvis impersonator

steal your lunch money
when you were six or something?

No, I just think i-it's
a waste of a life,

pretending to be
someone else.

I don't...

I don't know how you survived
in Vegas this long.

Listen, to each their own, okay?

You know, S&M, I get it.

Pony play? Giddy-up.

Furries. I don't know,
maybe if you squint.

Look.

I get having fantasies,
all right?

But, I mean, these people,

their-their fantasy is
to be someone else.

I mean, it's just sad.

I-I get our victims
deserve our best effort.

They just don't all deserve
our highest esteem.

I think they would
settle for answers

about who killed them.

- Hand me the phenolphthalein?
- Yep.

More blood all right.

I mean, I'll sample the DNA,
but if it came from either vic,

it's not gonna get us closer
to whoever walled them up.

Ow.

Found another feather
and some fabric.

I know that color.

Oh.

That's a,
that's a lovely fragrance.

Sorry. I wear

a White Diamonds knockoff
when I do Liz Taylor.

Guess it picked up
the scent.

- This is your vest?
- Why?

We found feathers
that appear to match

this vest at the crime scene.

Hold on.

That vest was given to me.

The night
of the Eisenstein bat mitzvah.

Doug noticed I was chilly
and he told me to keep it.

- Who's Doug?
- You met him.

Dolly.

The Dolly Parton impersonator?

I guess it would make sense.

Benji and Doug had a...

a fling.

I thought it was over.

I guess not.

They found a blonde
hair on Benji.

I think we got the
wrong impersonator.

Yes, I was back there earlier.

Benji had this... allure.

That's how he landed Lynda.

And everyone else.

The man was allergic
to monogamy.

How long were you two involved?

Too long.

I wanted to be done
with him, but...

we were, you know...

Islands in the stream?

My feelings were real.

When he said he was
moving out of Lynda's,

I got my hopes up.

But he just liked
being with Dolly.

Not Doug.

So, what, that made you
mad enough to kill him?

I see how some
of y'all look at me,

but I am not crazy.

I'm not a killer.

I'm just a man who feels
most myself

when I'm dressed
like Dolly Parton.

But I'd never hurt anyone.

That's great, Doug.

But you were with Benji
at the crime scene.

Yes. We had fun, but Lynda

will tell you,
I didn't kill anybody.

She saw us come back together.

She did?

So you're not dead.

Al, what are
you doing here?

I'm here because you forgot
how phones work.

You didn't answer my texts
or my voice mails.

I don't know
what there is to say.

Max gave her testimony
yesterday.

She...

dropped the hammer.

She doesn't want me
back at the lab.

Josh.

We all want you back.

I'm on the wrong side
of a microscope in there.

Everybody's...

studying me.

Like Nora Cross says
I'm a criminal.

Trey says I...

forgot where I came from.

Max says I lost my way.

What do you say?

You could clear everything up.

You think I should testify.

I think it's up to you.

If you let everyone else
have their say

and never tell
your side of the story...

...can you live
with whatever happens?

Look,
one thing I've learned

since I came to CSI, it's that
you'll figure things out.

No matter what...

...you've got friends.

Mr. Folsom, this portion of
our hearing tends to go quickly.

It's my understanding
you plan to assert

your right
to remain silent--

No, I can explain the evidence

that you've all seen and heard.

Then by all means, do so.

Dr. Roby is right.

I took my mother's blood
from the morgue.

I had a plan to manipulate

Kahn Schefter into...

revealing information
about her murder.

There was a boxcutter.

That's my radial artery.

I used the boxcutter
to pierce the blood bags.

And Kahn was under the
impression that the blood was

coming from his arm.

It was...

only a psychological tactic.

But it was extreme

and runs counter to the,
to the standard

of conduct
the department expects from us.

Did you use your CSI credentials

to access
Raphael Tarquenio's hangar?

I did.

I know it's this board's job
to judge my actions.

And my actions were...

No! Fols!

I almost took justice
into my own hands.

Kahn Schefter killed my mother.

But Trey Cahill stopped me
and...

...whatever his faults,

he's why I'm not
in a courtroom right now.

Max has worked hard

to rebuild the crime
lab's reputation,

and I know how damaging
this could have been.

I let, I let grief
get the better of me.

It might be understandable,

but it is unacceptable.

Even if it's not to the board,
it is to me.

I thought
I'd find you in layout.

What are you doing
in ballistics? Nobody got shot.

Well, I-I figured
the comparison scope

was the best way to examine the
feathers from the crime scene

with Lynda Tasker's vest
side-by-side.

- And?
- Oh, it's a visual match.

Well, PCR amplification
on DNA from the calamus...

The what-amus?

Well, it's the feather's
hollow shaft.

Bottom line,

the feathers from
Lynda's vest and Sam's nose

are genetically identical.

Both samples are goose down
from the same goose.

Lynda was at
the crime scene.

Well, any defense attorney
would argue

that doesn't prove
that Lynda was there,

just that her vest was,
and besides, I mean,

she's pregnant,
she's got a broken ankle,

- she's in a wheelchair.
- We have reasonable doubt
out the wazoo.

I'm almost positive
that Lynda did this,

and I think
we can prove it.

We just need a little help
from her victims.

I can't get over how different
these two look.

You'd think that
they died

a few days apart,
not a few hours.

All the bugs love Sam.

That's why we're here.
Maggot me.

May I please have the fly larvae
you removed from Sam's cadaver?

We're here for maggots?

I have a theory.

Beau. Is that
what I think it is?

It is.
Pureed maggots.

Randy uses that blender
to make his breakfast smoothies.

Oh, not anymore. I needed it
to prep a sample for the QToF.

Benzyl acetate,

diethyl phthalate.

Okay, there's a laundry list
of chemicals here.

So, the maggots ate all of this?

Well, it sounds like
a longer menu than it really is.

When you put it
all together,

it's a fragrance
called Violet Romance.

It's a knockoff
of White Diamonds.

The Elizabeth Taylorperfume?

Lynda was dressed
like Liz Taylor.

Mm-hmm. And that scent was all
over that puffy vest of hers.

So, if the maggots
consumed traces

of that perfume left
on Sam Carriman's body...

Yeah, the molecules
transferred onto Sam's skin

when Lynda wrapped him
in the plastic.

And since we know
that insects

are attracted
to strong fragrances...

We finally know why
there was

so much more postmortem
insect activity on Sam,

but... come on,

Lynda's in
a wheelchair.

First, you take my vest,

now my wheelchair.

I mean, this is starting
to feel like harassment.

I would've thought
you'd be happy

to help find whoever killed
the father of your child.

Or maybe not.

We know that Benji
was cheating on you.

You shouldn't presume
to know our relationship.

We also know that
Benji registered

for a change of address
at the DMV.

Detective Chavez heard that
he was planning

to leave your agency.

You were losing
the father of your child

and your biggest cash cow.

That just must've
made you crazy.

Benji's been a handful
from the day I met him.

Till the day
he died.

In a fight

with Sam Carriman
to the death.

Now, we don't
blame him entirely.

We're pretty sure that
Sam attacked first.

I-I know they didn't get along,

but why would they... WILLOWS: Come on, Lynda.

They attacked each other,

but they didn't
wall themselves up.

Wait, you think I did?

I've got
a broken ankle.

I'm stuck in
a wheelchair, and I'm pregnant.

"Them's the breaks.
Our fearless leader

"got swept off her feet,

but she is rolling
with the punches."

According to
this post,

you broke your ankle
eight weeks ago.

With that brace, at this point,

I'd bet that ankle

isn't causing you
any trouble at all.

It would explain why your vest
got snagged on a nail

five centimeters
too high for you to hit

while you were sitting
in your wheelchair.

You left that evidence behind
while you were standing up.

All you know is that my vest
was in that guest house.

And your wheelchair.

On a black seat,
blood spatter,

to the naked eye,
it's invisible,

but with a little help
from luminol...

Officer,
lights, please.

Oh, it lights up
like the Strip.

Only way the blood can get
on that seat in that pattern

is when you are out
of your chair during the fight.

So, what happened
that night, Lynda?

Fine.
We'll tell you a story.

You saw Benji and Dolly

coming back to the party
after their rendezvous.

Benji was a serial cheater.

That was the last straw.

Phone records show
that you called

Sam Carriman.

Somehow, you convinced him
to help you kill Benji.

Maybe you offered him
the role of a lifetime.

Sinatra in Vegas.

But it all went wrong
in a hurry.

Oh, Lynda, what is it now?

I told you, it's over.

And you were left

with what looks like
two dead bodies.

Bet that wasn't
part of the plan.

My guess? You used the dolly

the construction crew left
behind to put them in the wall.

That explains the tracks
we found in the plastic.

Vest at the crime scene.

Your perfume
on Sam's body.

Your feather
in Sam's nose.

Victims' blood
all over your wheelchair.

You had all kinds of motive

to want Benji dead.

Benji...

He broke my heart.

He was gonna ruin my business.

He humiliated me with Doug.

Was I supposed to
let him just walk away?

Sam wasn't supposed to get hurt.

Best laid plans.

You know...

you can only pretend
for so long, Lynda.

End of the day,
you are who you are,

a killer.

For the record,

I figured it out.

I like to think I helped.

With the impersonators.

I figured out why it was
bothering me so much.

It, uh, it hit a little
too close to home.

What are we talking
about here, Beau?

Um... You like to dress up as

Iron Man
in your free time?

No, not Iron Man. Science Dad.

Every birthday,
I-I get a mug

with a science pun on it.

Every holiday,
I get a new plaid shirt.

Every year.

I mean, do you think I would
choose this for myself?

- Yeah, yeah.
- People see me

in a certain way.

And-and I'm-I'm
comfortable with it.

Hell, I lean into it.

We all have
our roles to play, right?

It took me a while
to understand

that people like
Doug Pfefferman...

They were just leaning into what
they were comfortable with.

Does this mean you're going to
expand your comfort zone?

Uh, maybe Hawaiian shirts?

Let's not be rash.

Catherine and Beau
make a good team.

So, you're happy

with how your partner system's
working out, hmm?

I am. Yeah.

No. Everything's good.

Is that the review board?
What did they decide?

About to find out.

A decision in this matter has
not been easy to arrive at,

but considering all
the facts presented

and Mr. Folsom's
own testimony...

...we are of the opinion

that termination is an
appropriate course of action.

Mr. Folsom... ROBY: Undersheriff,

- if I may.
- Dr. Roby. Of course.

This board should know
how seriously

I take Mr. Folsom's
transgressions.

I am his
harshest critic.

Now, allow me to be
his fiercest defender.

If you render this judgment,
it will be a travesty.

Josh Folsom is one
of the best CSIs

I've ever worked with.

And if we lose him,
it will be an incalculable loss.

Do not...

Do not make that mistake.

Dr. Roby, am I...

am I to understand that you
would protest his dismissal?

Protest does not begin to
describe what I will do.

Uh...

Mr. Folsom.

You are ultimately
under Dr. Roby's purview.

No one here knows her job
better than she does.

You will be suspended without
pay for a period of one month.

If...

we see you here again,
I assure you,

it will be the last time.

I thank the members
of the review board.

We stand adjourned.

I can't help feeling
I might've been played, Max.

That's fine.

But if Josh Folsom

puts a toe
out of line after this,

it's not just
his job at stake.

You know that, right?

Max, I-I can't
thank you enough.

Stop.

When you return back
to the lab,

it will be as a CSI Level I.

You are not allowed
to cross the street...

...unless I know about it.

I understand.

I'm out on a limb
for you here, Josh.

Don't make me regret it.

I won't. You know I won't.

We'll see.

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