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I daresay you've inspected
more modern facilities

in your travels,
but, uh-

Griffin. Don't come in here.

Dr. Seberg, what's wrong?

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Hey.

- Cheer up.
- Why?

Uh, 'cause it's better
to be happy than sad.

- I'm not sad.
- You're very sad.

You've been sad for
months, ever since, uh-

Oh, what, is this some
sort of therapy session?

Did you bring tissue
in case you make me cry?

There we go. Zing of
anger- gets the blood up.

- That's a good start. - Is this
what you came here for- to zing me?

Because I've got paperwork to do.

Jane, call for you. They say
it's extremely urgent. Line two.

Ooh.

This is Jane.

Good morning, Mr. Jane.

My name is Dr. Alicia Seberg.

I gather from a brief
search on the internet

that you're the best Detective
in my immediate vicinity.

Oh. Well, um...

you flatter me, but, uh,
I'm not actually a Detective.

I need your professional assistance.

Please come immediately.

I've been murdered.

Whoo!

That was fun!

Whoo!

Agent Lisbon! CBI!

Ma'am, sir, please follow me.

All right!

Agent Lisbon. And you are...

I'm this guy- Patrick
Jane. Consultant?

Okay, Teresa, Patrick,
glad to meet you both.

I'm Dean Harken, California
Disease Control Authority.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, we have

a potential code red virus
outbreak situation here.

This facility is under CDCA control,

as per state emergency protocols.

Thousands of people might die
if we don't get this right, okay?

- We've been apprised of the basic- - Now
she's denying it, of course, but this situation's

almost certainly resulted
from an error by Dr. Seberg.

There's no criminality involved,

so you're not really needed here.

Probably but
we're gonna have-

As a professional courtesy, I'm
gonna let you into the facility.

I'm happy for you guys to
observe and gather evidence,

as long as you remember
that CDCA is big dog here.

Our investigation has priority.
Now are we cool with that?

Absolutely.

Can I see your ID also?

Sure.

Thank you... Dean.

No picture. That's a shame.
You're a good-looking man.

Scott Price, I manage this facility

for Zitek Biosystems division.

Right off the bat, let me assure you

that we as a company are
110% committed to giving you

the best possible cooperation.

Thank you, Mr. Price. Shall we?
There's a sense of urgency here.

Ah, yes, of course.

Lisbon, Jane, Dr. Edmunds,
head of research here.

He'll take you to the release incident.

Price, come with me.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

What exactly is it that you do here?

Biowarfare. With modern technology,

anthrax, botulism, bubonic plague,

even cobra venom all he
strong weaponizing potential.

It's a growing field. A lot
of exciting developments.

You develop ways of killing
people in large numbers.

To the contrary. We develop
antidotes, ways to combat

the things that kill
large numbers of people.

Here we are.

Follow me.

120.

Darling. Is this Mr. Jane?

- Yes. How are you feeling?
- The same.

Interesting improvement
in cardiac rate, though.

My metabolism's trying to
fight back with adrenaline.

Good morning, Mr. Jane.

Hi.

Agent Lisbon, CBI.

You mind running this down for us?

Someone opened this flask
and left it under the tank.

It contains an airborne
form of Cryptohansa B strain.

It's an engineered supervirus.

If it escaped from
this room, it would kill

every vertebrate creature
within a quarter-mile radius.

It attacks the red blood
cells, gradually stops them

from delivering oxygen.

The victim... dies from
suffocation or a heart attack,

depending on their physical condition.

How long after exposure?

We estimate anywhere
from two to six hours.

- So you could die at any time?
- Yes.

Harken says you did this
yourself- tragic error.

He's a bureaucrat. He's
looking for the easy answer.

It takes four distinct
steps to remove a cap

from one of these flasks,
and we never open a flask

outside of the tank. That's just basic.

I can assure you both, I
had nothing to do with this.

But this was no mistake.
Whoever did this wanted me dead.

Everybody knows I take the first shift.

She called you "darling. "
you both have wedding bands.

You husband and wife?

Yes.

Well, she looks surprised

because you seem
incredibly calm and cool

for a man whose wife is dying.

How would an absence of calm
and cool be useful to her?

Good point. Correct me if I'm wrong,

but for the killer to open the flask,

they would have to expose
themselves to the virus,

in which case, they would be
dying or possibly dead already.

No, there's an antidote.

It's an enzyme compound.

If taken before exposure,
it prevents infection.

I assume whoever did this took a dose.

- Couldn't you j- -
No, I can't take it now.

The antidote only works if
taken before exposure, as I said.

Why didn't you take it
before, just as a precaution?

The side effects of regular
use are far too severe.

Who else had access to the virus flask?

The only people allowed
in the lab are Cliff and I,

Welks, Nash and Tripp, our colleagues.

We have a state-of-the-art biometric
security system, as you can see.

So your husband or one of the
three colleagues is the killer.

Sorry. Uh, will be the killer.

Jane.

I'm just... Mm.

That's all right. That is
the unavoidable conclusion.

Yes.

Where are the other three now?

Harken is having them fill
out an accident report.

We're gonna need to speak to them.

Ooh, this is a good one, eh?

Good?

Well, interesting. Unique.

If you're a jaded,
ghoulish adventure seeker.

Ghoulish? Listen, if people
are gonna kill each other

and we have to catch
them, I would much rather

they go about it with
some kind of originality.

- Boss?
- Hey, Van Pelt.

I need you to do background
checks on Cliff Edmunds...

Lilith Nash, Griffin Latimer Welks,

Florian Eric Tripp.

I'm sending you their details now.

Anything to be looking
out for in particular?

Oh, uh, one of them
released a lethal supervirus

that could kill half
the state of California,

so I guess we're looking
for someone with a prior

background as an evil supervillain.

Okay.

- That last part was a joke.
- Yeah, we get it.

Later.

Hello.

Hi.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What are you doin'?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Trying to make us nervous?

Correct. How am I doing?

- Doing well.
- Excellent.

But why?

One of you three murdered Alicia Seberg,

or her husband did. It's
our job to find out who.

And we're in a hurry, and
nervous people are easy to read.

And what do you gather
from all this reading?

Well, you're an open
book. You're exactly what

you seem to be- a
straight arrow, a boy scout.

- Am I right?
- No.

- I'm wrong. There's a hidden
side to you. - Yes, but-

- What are you hiding?
- Nothing.

- What is he hiding, Lilith?
- I don't know.

- What are you
hidi? - I- I'm not-

- It was you, wasn't it?
- Me what?

You were having an
affair with Alicia Seberg.

What? No, not with me.

Not with you. With who, then?

I oversee equipment and inventory,

not my colleagues' private lives.

But she was having an affair, huh?

Why else would a husband
have the motives to kill her?

And if it wasn't her
husband, it was one of you.

Who was it?

My guess...

Kaseem.

Yes.

Does her husband know? Oh, he knows.

Dr. Edmunds is a kind, gentle man.

He couldn't have done this.

Thank you, Lilith, Florian...

Griffin.

Why didn't you tell us
you were having an affair

with Dr. Kaseem here?

Because it isn't relevant.

Yeah, we have an honest
and open marriage.

They do.

Really? You don't mind?

No, I don't mind at all.

Fidelity is sily a cultural convention.

Like clothes and not killing people.

You could say so.

Come on. It must bug you a little.

No. We love each other.
Her hainess is mine.

It's not like I don't
have affairs myself.

Are you having an affair presently?

No. I've been far too busy.

Y
- you must think this is a little weird.

Uh... yeah... at first.

But hey.

What an eloquent phrase that is.

Oh! Isabel. Thank God.

Mom? Mom, I got dad's message.

Is it true?

Yes, it's true.

No.

No, no, it can't be!

Oh, this is a pickle, isn't it?

Oh, baby, don't cry. Don't cry.

How can you tell me not to cry?

Of course I'm going to cry.
Is there something you can do?

There has to be something!

Listen to me.

We don't have much time,

so we mustn't waste it
weeping and wailing, okay?

- Okay.
- Good.

How's school going? Did you
get your calculus grade up?

I got a 95 on my last test.

Oh, well done. You keep that up.

A
- and what about that boy, Andy? How's that going?

Oh, he's a jerk. I
don't see him anymore.

Well, I must say, I'm glad to hear that.

I didn't like the sound of him.

I love you so much.

You're the best thing I ever did.

And I am so... proud of you.

Mom.

Shh, shh, shh!

When I'm gone,

you mustn't waste time being sad.

A little while is
okay, but not too long.

You be brave.

And be happy.

Bye, baby.

Mom!

Mom! Bye, baby.

No, mom!

Good-bye, my love.

I love you, darling. Good-bye.

She's gone, baby.

She's gone.

She's dead?

Yes.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry for your loss.

My people and I will get prepped
for the decontamination procedure.

How does that work?

It's a low-intensity
micro-radiation bath

built in for this eventuality.

The chamber is irradiated.
The virus is destroyed.

Alicia's body's not harmed.

How long until we can
examine the crime scene?

Whoa. It's not a crime scene until
you know there's a crime, right?

Well, you don't know
there's been a murder here.

Where's your evidence?

Alicia's Seberg's word.

Why would she lie?

She had a brain freeze.

She screwed up, and she
can't admit the fact.

It happens. I've been working
this beat for a long time.

I've seen the same
denial, same certainty.

- It's human nature.
- I disagree. I believe her.

I'm calling this in as a homicide.

And I'm sorry if this
complicates your work,

But it's my job.

That's fine. Okay. Doing your job.

But this is still a live outbreak,

and I'm in charge here. You
wanna make a murder case?

We'll deal with the suspects
as per CDCA protocols.

Absolutely.

Until the summer of '08,

Seberg, Edmunds, Nash and
Tripp all worked together

at the Northern California
Technology Institute

Biochemistry department.

Seberg and Edmunds left abruptly-
some kind of legal dispute.

Okay, Cho and I will check it out.

Have you ever been convicted
of a criminal offense?

No.

Are you now or have you ever been a
member of a terrorist organization?

This is ridiculous.

- This is ridiculous.
- Just let it go.

Let's have some quiet back there, huh?

- Now, Mr. Tripp,
please- - Why?

Why?

What difference does our silence make?

Silent or not, you're still
wasting everybody's time

with this nonsense.

You guys called this
homicide, so now we have

to run the paperwork.
That's how it works.

Still a waste of time.

I thought I made the
deal clear to you guys.

You really wanna mess with the CDCA?

Absolutely not. I apologize
for my colleague's rudeness-

No, she doesn't. I retract that apology.

Show some mettle, Lisbon.
You know as well as I do,

if I have ten minutes with these people,

I will get the truth, if there's
any useful truth worth having.

Excuse us.

Yes, excuse us. We have to have a chat.

Cool it, all right? That is an order.

Okay. Just relax. I'm working the case.

- Let me explain
something to you. - Mm-hmm.

This is politics.

The CDCA is rich, mean
and well connected.

The CBI in comparison
are like poor orphans.

We can't make enemies out of them.

We need to cooperate with this man.

- He irks me.
- Say it. "I understand. "

Hmm.

Go. Find yourself a vending machine.

Buy yourself a candy bar and come back

when you're ready to play nice.

Give me a dollar and I will.

You're paying me back.

Carry on.

Oh, my lord. That's terrible.

And you suspect foul play of some kind?

Uh, professor, Dr.
Seberg and her husband

worked here at the institute until '08,

as did Florian Tripp and
Lilith Nash. Is that correct?

Yes. Brilliant research team.
We were very sorry to lose them.

Money, you know? We tried to
hold them to their contract,

but Zitek threatened a lawsuit,

so they left rather under a cloud.

But Edmunds and Seberg as a
couple- did they get along?

Oh, I think so, despite all.

Despite all what?

Well, uh, I don't like to
listen to that sort of gossip,

- but, uh, one hears things.
- Like?

Edmunds was quite the ladies' man.

- He had affairs.
- So I gather.

Quite the drama sometimes.

Drama of what type?

Fireworks, as it were, you know.

But as I say, I don't pay attention.

Anybody you know who
did- pay attention?

Ah, I believe one of our grad students

in the astrophysics
department was, uh, involved.

- Name?
- Greta Skye.

How long does this decontamination take?

Another hour.

Hmm.

Don't touch that, please.

This is a murder investigation.
I can touch what I want.

You have a problem with that?

There's dangerous stuff
in here, that's all.

I like what they're doing these days.

They're making regular candy bars,

only with dark chocolate.

- You tried that?
- No.

You- you
want a bite?

No, thank you.

All right.

Hmm. Really good.

Hi.

Can you hear me?

Isabel, right?

Who are you?

My name's Patrick Jane.

I'm here to find out
who killed your mother.

Good. Kill them, please.

Oh, I wish I was allowed to do that.

You know, you should probably
step away from your computer.

Do you have any friends nearby?

I wanna be with my mother.

Yeah.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Do you have a candy bar around at all?

What?

Well, we were just talking chocolate,

and it occurred to me that
chocolate would be good for you.

All that emotion-
it wipes you out.

And sugar's good for energy.

My mother is dead.

Chocolate and grief
is a good combination.

You should try it. It'll
taste so much... deeper,

more intense.

Everything will feel
that way for a while.

You'll feel more alive.

You should probably try
to hang on to that feeling

as long as you can. It's a gift.

I guess.

I want you to do something
for me now, Isabel.

I want you to please
turn off your computer

and go and tell a
friend what's happened.

You do that now.

Open sesame.

Whoa!

That wasn't meant to happen, was it?

Uh-oh.

Do you have an advanced degree
in any of the physical sciences?

Yes.

Excuse me. Uh... Sorry to interrupt.

We need to expand the pool of suspects.

The tricky little high-tech
scanners let anyone in.

That's nonsense.

Try it.

I'll be damned.

See? Same with that door.
Anyone at this facility

could've gotten to those
little virus thingies- anyone.

Who's responsible for the
operation of the security scanners?

I have no idea how that could
happen. That's outrageous.

It's your job to oversee the
security systems here, isn't it?

Not the technical aspects, obviously.

That's contracted out,
but I'll get right on 'em,

give 'em a piece of my
mind, believe you me.

You're showing us your palms.

It's a supplicant gesture,

suggesting a guilty conscience.

That- that's not
valid or relevant.

I'm- I'm simply stating
the facts. I have no idea

why the security system doesn't work.

The man's right. You're
not real convincing.

I regret that's your opinion,

but I-I have no control over that.

Mr. Price, you're under arrest.

- For what?
- Let's see.

For one, the murder of Alicia Seberg.

That's absurd.

- And frankly, not your call.
- Oh, is that right?

Yeah, this homicide
investigation is ours.

If we can't get along, I'll
call my friends at the FBI,

get them to take over from you.

In fact, I will do that.
I'm sorry, little lady-

You know, may-maybe I was right
about the supplicant palm gesture.

Yep.

I... I wanna talk to my lawyer.

You have that right,
but if it doesn't-

Have you ever sat in the
back of a military aircraft

- with a black hood over your head?
- Uh... No.

Well, then you got a
new experience comin',

because that is where this is
goin' unless you start talkin'

right about now!

Um...
Look-

Quiet.

Please.

The contractor screwed up.

The software glitches constantly,

So... they're fixing it.

Meanwhile, the system's
down... temporarily.

Nobody knew the system
was down, so in a way,

it worked just as if
it was up and running...

In a way.

How long was it down for?

Two... months.

Two months? Anyone at
all could enter the lab-

Terrorists, crazies, thieves.

Have you any idea how
much trouble you're in?

Thieves?

People wanna steal germs?

Cryptohansa B strain is a-
is a must-have research tool.

It's hard to make.

It's worth $300,000 a
gram in the black market.

- Wow.
- Isn't that right, Price?

And you left the
cupboard door wide open.

You are yea deep in trouble, pal.

You think about your
situation for a while.

Okay? And we'll talk again.

You know he didn't kill Alicia Seberg.

You just like scaring people, right?

Hey, if there was a murder here,

I think he's a very good suspect.

Why? He has no interest in her death.

It could only lead to discovery
of the security breakdown.

We'll see if he had any other motives.

The salient pot here is
that anyone could have gotten

to those flasks, not just Price.

Kaseem could have, for
instance, or you could have.

You were already here, weren't you?

For an inventory check?

What time did you get here, exactly?

- The night before, right?
- You remind me.

I was goa call the
FBI, replace you people.

And I was gonna tell
you that's not your call.

We're here on the direct
say-so of the A. G.

Call him. Tell him we're off
the case. See what he says.

I might do that.

We'll see how it goes, shall we?

It's time to open the biohazard chamber.

Oh, that sounds fun, opening
the biohazard chamber.

Shouldn't we be wearing
masks or something?

No virus could possibly
survive the radiation bath.

The virus inside the flasks
are still alive, of course.

But the flasks are unbreakable.

There's no danger.

Five flasks intact.

Let's get these babies
back in deep freeze.

Okay. We're copacetic.

Let's send Alicia Seberg on her way.

Doctor, this is a crime
scene now. You can't-

Let him stay.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

And, Greta, you had
a sexual relationship

with Cliff Edmunds, the
victim's husband, is that right?

No. I mean, yes. It
wasn't- well, yes, I did.

But I didn't.

You don't think I had something
to do with killing her?

No, ma'am, we're just looking

for insight into their relationship.

You think Cliff killed her.

Is he the jealous type?

Not at all.

Did he ever show violence to you?

No, no. Cliff is a very
gentle soul, really.

And Alicia's such a cool person.

We heard there was trouble.

No.

Well...

There was one incident,

but it had nothing to do
with Cliff or Alicia, really.

Please continue.

We'd been seeing each other for a while.

Somebody left a note for me,

pushed under by door in
the middle of the night.

Basically, it said I was a whore

and I should stay away from Cliff.

It was very ugly. It
was anonymous, of course.

Who do you think sent the note?

I thought at first it was
Alicia Seberg, naturally.

But it turns out she
wasn't even in the country

on the night in question.

Who's your next best guess.

Um, the one time I went
to see Cliff at work,

there was a lab assistant.

She gave me this glare like a death ray,

and I thought maybe it was her.

What's her name?

Lilith Nash.

The question is why now?

What was it that triggered
the killing? What changed?

What's the answer?

Well, for one thing, Harken showed up.

You think Harken did this?

Ooh, I'd like that.
But what's his motive?

Van Pelt.

Boss, Cho and Rigsby found an
ex-lover of the vic's husband.

She thinks Lilith Nash
sent her a menacing note.

- Interesting.
- So I dug deeper.

Nash is clean under her current name

but had a brief marriage
in Canada in '96, '97.

Under that name, Lilith
Blaum, in '99, still in Canada,

she had a restraining
order taken out against her

by her ex-husband and subsequently

spent four months in a
secure Mental Institute.

Well, that could happen to anyone.

Uh, Van Pelt, could you do me a favor?

Could you call Cho and Rigsby
and have them get out here

- as quick as possible?
- Why?

- I got a hunch we're gonna need'em.
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- Will do.

- Let's go talk to Nash.
- Meh.

- What? I think she's good for it.
- Ah, she's nuts.

She's got a nutty little secret
crush on the boss, kills the wife.

Something like that.

She did seem nervous, but why kill now?

And why would she use the virus?

I don't know. Let's go and ask her.

Ugh, if you want to.

You know, you're just resisting Nash

because you didn't peg
her right away as the one.

No, I'm resisting Nash
because, uh, she isn't the one.

But if you wanna go talk to
her, let's go talk to her.

But whatever you do, do not tell Harken.

Why not? It's procedure.

Fig for procedure.
He'll stomp all over her.

She'll clam up. You'll get
nothing but a waste of time.

I'm telling Harken.

Okay.

Nash, come with me.

Now.

Thank you.

Stand there.

Listen closely and
please tell the truth.

Is there a way out of here
that avoids the main gates?

- A back way out?
- Yes.

Where?

Walk a mile north.

There's a culvert that
goes under the fence

halfway along the
northeast property line.

Excellent. Now... tell the truth.

Did you ever go by
the name Lilith Blaum?

Yes.

Did you spend time in a mental asylum?

Yes.

Do you have a secret
crush on Cliff Edmunds?

Yes.

Did you kill Alicia Seberg?

No.

I believe you,

but I know how Harken's thoughts run.

A way to blame you will be found.

I repeat. I know how
Harken's thoughts run.

A way to blame you will
be found. Do you hear me?

Yes.

Excellent.

Go.

Did Lilith Nash come back in here?

No.

Uh, that's odd.

Where's Lilith Nash?

Uh, she
left with-

You don't need to worry about her.

She's not guilty.

And how do you know that?

Because I asked her. She told me.

Uh-huh. And where is she now?

Um... I don't know.

Security.

She's not in her room.
She's nowhere to be found.

Oh, you people are overreacting.
I'm sure she's no danger.

She's mentally unstable
and probably a killer,

but you're sure she's no
danger. Well, that's reassuring.

Well, even if she is those things,
and I don't say that she is,

then she's done her worst already.

Mr. Harken! We have a code red.

- What's a code red?
- What? No.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Anyone within a quarter-mile
radius of this flask

is gonna be dead within
the next four to six hours.

But I put the flasks in the safe.

She must have gotten
into the safe somehow.

W- h-how is
that possible?

What was that?

- A beaker fell.
- What?

There's only one missing.

That's a relief, anyhow.
But how did she do it?

Never mind how. She's
done it. What do we do now?

Well, there's nothing we can do.

In the next four hours,
we'll all be dead.

Tell me the truth.

This is a trick right?

No. Why would I do something like that?

What would be the point?

Swear on your child's grave.

You know I don't do
that, not for anything.

Oh, my God.

- This is a drill, right?
- Uh, this is not a drill.

This is- this is the
real thing. I'm sorry.

Listen up.

We have a few hours left.

But we'll keep this
virus contained here.

Nobody leaves this facility.

And then what? We get
buried in the desert?

The air force will drop incendiary bombs

on the facility, burn the virus out.

Your next of kin will be informed.

Like I say, we have a few hours left,

so we all should make our arrangements

and say our prayers as best we can.

Make your phone calls.

May God have mercy on our souls.

Hey, boss. We're about five
minutes from your location.

Cho, listen.

Jane and I have been
exposed to the virus,

and it looks like we might die soon.

Okay.

So I wanna thank you
and Rigsby and Van Pelt.

It's been an honor working with you.

I need you to call my brother Tommy.

His number is in my desk diary.

It's under Town and Country Electrical.

Tell him that I love him

and that I forgive him for whatever

and that, um, he needs to
make peace with his brothers.

It's my last dying
wish. You tell him that.

Will do.

Okay. Good-bye.

Uh, wait. I-I wanted
to talk to them also.

Sorry.

It's all right.

That's a fine farewell.

I feared that you'd become
tearful and incoherent, but no.

Succinct.

Noble. Bravo.

Uh-huh.

Don't you have anybody you wanna call

besides Cho and Rigsby?

No.

And if were dying, I'd wanna call you,

but... you're already
here. So there's no need.

Me?

Hmm?

Oh... What would you say?

Uh...

Wait- wait
a minute. If?

- If I was dying?
- Yeah, you're not really dying.

I wrote a label and put
it on an empty flask,

and then I convinced poor
Lilith Nash to run away.

- I feel kind of bad about it-
- You son of a bitch.

But just- just wait.
Just please. Be still. Cho?

This is Jane. Please disregard
Lisbon's last message.

I tricked her. My bad. I'm so sorry.

Are you at the culvert?
Okay, good. Wait.

There'll be some people
coming your way soon. Bye.

You're sick.

Why would you do this to me?

Two reasons- firstly, to catch
the killer of Alicia Seberg,

the killer who is not poor Lilith Nash.

The killer who, you may recall,

took a dose of the
antidote in order to survive

- exposure to the virus. Yes?
- Yes...

The killer who believes that he or she

- is the only one that isn't going to die. Yes?
- Yes.

So they have to get out
of here before we die,

or else they'll be burnt
to a crisp by the Air Force.

Their hands are tied.
They have to try to escape,

thus revealing themselves to
us with precision and clarity

of a mathematical equation.

And reason number two?

The second and most important reason

is doesn't it feel great
to get your life back?

Don't you feel good right now?

Don't you feel happy to be alive?

No!

Oh, I know you do. You know you do.

If reason number one does
not pan out very, very soon,

I think I'm gonna punch you in the nose.

Forbearance, Lisbon.

Any moment now, Harken is
gonna come around that corner

with an anxious expression on his face

because someone has run off.

Any moment now.

Wait.

Any moment.

Nothing.

If you
just get-

Ow!

Ow!

Ow. Whoo!

That's what I'm talking 'bout.

Hi.

Well, this was all a hoax?

Well, "hoax" is a little strong.
Uh, more of a ruse, a gambit.

The important thing is
we caught the killer.

Right? That's what's important.

That's what's important.
Griffin Welks, huh?

Never would have caught
him your way, and my way-

Cathartic and life-affirming.

You know what? You're on your own.

Okay, the important
thing now is to be careful

'cause this is the real thing. Okay?

All right, let's get that
back in the deep freeze.

See you around, big dog.

I was siphoning off small
amounts of the virus matrix

and selling it on the black market.

$300,000 a gram.

Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

I'm in charge of keeping
inventory, so it was easy,

until Harken arrived to do a spot check,

and I had to do something
fast, so I spilled a flask

to cover up the missing quantity.

Knowing full well Alicia
Seberg would be exposed.

Someone had to be responsible.

I figured everyone would think

that she'd opened the flask by accident

and couldn't admit to it,

'cause she was like
that- couldn't be wrong.

I'm curious. The money
you made from your theft-

How'd you spend it?

I didn't.

I have it in treasury bonds
mostly, some real estate.

Mm-hmm, that's smart investing.

You'll be the richest man in Folsom.

Whew. Long day.

Ooh.

It's chilly around here.
You still angry with me?

Duh.

Oh, confess. You do feel better.

You feel much more alive. I know you do.

You know what made me feel better?

Punching you in the nose.

Ah. Glad to be of service.

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