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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

There's an assault on the truth.

Not your truth, not
my truth but the truth.

Only one of our suspects has
the skills to do what I saw.

You believe this guy
framed David Hodges.

I'm Martin Kline.

They know.

It's Kline's watch.

His shoes.

Probably not his grenade.

Kline was working
for someone else

when he framed Hodges.
He had to be.

You didn't process

this hallway, did you?

This was actually someone
cleaning up.

I think they finally made
a mistake.

♪

♪

You a Stephen
King fan?

Hmm-mm.

Well, forget...

It.

Hmm.

"Have a funny
Funhouse day."

Mm.

Wonder where everybody is.

You the cavalry?

Uh, wouldn't
say that.

I'm... Josh Folsom.

This is Allie Rajan. We're
from the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

Welcome to nowhere.

Bernice Stubb. State Police.

I'm the one
that called ya.

Come on if you want to
see something terrible.

♪

You're right,Bernice.

This is
pretty horrific.

Female,

looks early 20s.

Any ID or witnesses?

Nope, she just popped up
like that.

Guy who works the front desk
came back here to restock

the vending machine,

found her.

Marks on her makeup.

Look like
tear tracks.

Suggests they made her up

before they cut her throat.

There's no blood
on her clothes.

There-there would have been
a lot of arterial spray.

They must've re-dressed her.

They wanted her to look...

just so.

A killer
with a theme.

Great.

So, your suspect, this guy
Martin Kline, he's dead.

And any evidence he framed
David Hodges was destroyed.

But we're all fired up
because luminol shows nothing

on his wall?
Sometimes the absence

of evidence can be as revealing
as the evidence itself.

Neither of us sprayed
that luminol.

We think the killer cleaned up
with bleach

and used luminol to make sure
he didn't miss any.

So, theory is...

Kline was working for someone.

Boom. They make sure
he never talks.

Why clean this one spot?

We think
that whoever did this

took cover here
during the blast,

but shrapnel tore
right through the wall.

So our new suspect got hit.

They had to clean
their own blood to make sure

we didn't find their DNA.

Police are checking
local hospitals.

But we think the luminol
might be an even better lead.

The great poet
Ovid said,

"When a rose

"dies...

"a thorn

is left behind."

HPLC will give us the chemical
composition of the luminol.

But how is
that helpful?

Only so many places
you can find luminol, Penny.

So if we can match it
to a commercial brand,

we can track sales.Gil,

this can't be right,

can it?

Ironic, isn't it?

8,000 criminals
getting out of prison

and one innocent man going in.

That's not ironic.

That's a tragedy.
I meant

that if you'd just been straight
with me from the beginning,

I could've helped you.

You would not have.

You had your orders.

We had a hypothesis.

We didn't even have
a case yet.

Reasonable doubt in the Hodges
case is a long way off.

I can see a theory, but...
I don't see evidence.

You could help us find some.

You may be IAB,

but you're a detective first.

Right?

Max, we need

to, um...

She knows.

Whatever it is,
you can just say it.

The luminol that we
found in Kline's house,

it came from this lab.

Are you saying one of...
your people did this?

We checked it and
we rechecked it.

Check it again.

It's this lab's standard.

There's no question.
Gil came up with the formula.

0.3% hydrogen peroxide
for longer luminescence.

If you still want my help,

there's only one
way to play this.

♪

All CSI personnel,

report to the main lobby
stairwell.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Yes.
Boss...

Um, Folsom and Rajan
are in the field,

but everyone else
is accounted for.

All three shifts.

Okay. Listen up, people.

This is not a mandatory
safety meeting.

I need you to surrender
all your sidearms and kits

at the front desk.

Go to your
stations and wait

till we come see you.
What's going on, boss?

We have had a breach.

We will now have a lockdown
and an investigation.

This lab, CSI,

is a crime scene.

♪

♪ 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!

I'm really not sure what
I should do with you two.

Why don't you listen to us?

Made that
mistake before.

You lied to my face and gamed me

for access to
confidential files.

I can't help but
take that personally.

Okay, don't listen to us.

Do you like to read?

Uh, th-this is the
chemical composition

of the luminol that
the killer used.

Your formula.
Yes.

But with traces of ninhydrin.

A chemical reagent used to find
latent prints, not blood.

There's no reason it should be
mixed in with the luminol.

Somebody, probably topping off
their supplies,

capped a luminol bottle with
a ninhydrin nozzle by mistake.

If there's a rogue CSI
with the reverse in their kit,

a ninhydrin bottle
with a luminol nozzle,

there's a very good chance
they're behind all of this--

Brass, Hodges,
Kline, everything.

Then I suggest you find them.

Maybe then I won't recommend
the D.A. throw the book

at all the rogue CSIs I've met.

Hey.

Okay, got all my techs
packed in like sardines.

Anyone else I'm missing?

Our ME,
Dr. Ramirez.

But he hasn't been
on this floor in years.

Too many living people.

So he didn't have
access to luminol?

No.

Uh, boss? Sorry.
Yeah.

What is it, Penny?

We have a big problem.

Okay.

So all the grenades
are missing?

You had seven grenades
in here? Why?

We cross-reference, test

and store
seized weapons.

How long have
they been gone?

I don't know.

I came in here to secure
everyone's sidearms,

like you asked.

And that's
when I realized--

nobody signed them out.

You wouldn't.

If you were gonna use one
on Martin Kline.

Until we know more,
this stays

between us.

We don't want a
panic out there.

This is
a nightmare.

Yeah.

But it's also a lead.

We find out who took these,
we find our man.Sure.

Unless they blow us up first.

Hold up.

All right. Thanks.
Sure.

Let's, uh, get her out
of the sun until Hugo shows up.

Okay. Catch you later.
All right, see you.

Hey.
Folsom.

Yeah.This dust on
her collar,

what do you think it is?

I don't know.
And we can't have it processed.

At least not right now.

'Cause Chris said
the lab is on lockdown.

What? What's going on?

He said he couldn't say.
Hey, Filbin

and Rajiv.

This here's Mr. Finch, owner
I told you about who found her.

Tell 'em what you saw,
Seymour.

Not much, really.
When I saw her there, I...

I ran like hell.

I'm not sure
with all that makeup,

but thought
she might be this girl

who checked in
Tuesday.

Deedee Hall, 22.

Newport Beach,
California.

So... this your place?

The whole clown
theme, that...

that's your idea?
When we opened in '88,

it brought in families
on the way to Vegas.

Then everyone decided
clowns were scary.

I don't have the money
to renovate, so...

I'm kind of stuck.

Did you talk to Deedee?
She wasn't loving this place.

You could tell her boyfriend
picked it. He's one of these

with eye makeup,
black hair, tattoos.

What, this guy?

This Goth here?

Name's Dane Bash.
Mm.

What room were they in?

♪

You two not checking out?

What, and miss the show?

That poor girl.

Come on,
Mr. Finch.

These people have
a job to do.

If you could get us the contact
info for those two out

by the pool,
we'd appreciate that.

Blood pooled after
the body was moved,

and a lot's been absorbed

into the mattress,
but you can still tell.

♪

Perp must've knelt
right over her.

Imagine that being
the last thing you see.
Mm.

Mm. Vidushaka.
Huh.

In Sanskrit,
vidushaka--clowns--

they were often
heroes' companions.

In my childhood nightmares,
they were terrifying.

Hmm.

Dane's missing his shoelaces.

Think we know
where those ended up.

But he sure did love
his killer clowns.

What was she doing
with this guy?
Hey.

Everyone goes through phases.

Yeah? You date any Juggalos?

No, no. All I'm saying is

it's sad she won't get
to grow up and...

figure herself out.

Learn to make
better choices.

Like...

don't let your
boyfriend stop taking

his divalproex.

Judging by the date, I'd say
this guy was off his medication.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

Oh.

Great.

Thanks.

Seymour, the manager, calling
with the methheads' names

and room number.

Would you believe
she's a Marjory?

Think that name goes way below

"Dane Bash"
on our list of suspects.

I'll have
Trooper Stubb

put out a BOLO.

There's more of this dust.

I'm gonna follow
this trail of breadcrumbs.

Can I leave you alone?

Leave your radio on.

What are you
thinking about?

Being trapped in here
with a killer

or our future in prison?

I've been around plenty
of murderers.

Getting threatened with jail
is different.

You'd look good in a jumpsuit.

Besides, we live
in international waters.

I don't think
they could extradite us.

Oh, we might not have to go

on the run just yet.

Ninhydrin bottle
with a luminol cap.

Bottle number nine.

It was in the supply
room? Number nine.

Martin Kline's killer

must have
handled this.

The station remains in lockdown.

Here. That's Penny after
she realized they were missing.

This is the best you've got?

There's no surveillance
in the ballistics lab?

There's only one camera
in the hallway,

but I blew it up
to focus on Ballistics.

When we put a bunch of cameras
in labs, all we end up doing

is digging up footage
for discovery requests.

I'm no fan of Big Brother,

but sometimes
you do miss him.

Hold on.

That's the
grenade bin.

The reflection.

The ballistics lab is
right over here.

And he's walking it back empty.

This image is garbage.

I don't think
we ever see his face.

You see that time stamp?

That's only five minutes
before you locked us down.

Whoever took those grenades,

they're still in the building.

♪

Excuse me. Sir.

It's Tom.

This guy was a guest.

He had a room a few doors down
from where that girl was found.

Have you seen him?

You're a detective?

Work for Las Vegas Crime Lab.

Y'all are just as dirty
as us desert rats.

I did time for assault.

One of you
people said

my DNA was at a bar
where some woman

was stabbed.

And was it?

Okay, uh,
how 'bout this?

Know what it is?

I do.

That's dirt.

Great.

Have a funny Funhouse day, Tom.

Folsom.

I need you down here.

Now.

Another one?

Where the hell
did it come from?

You're asking me?

Weren't you guarding
the scene?

There was a 911 call
on the highway.

I was gone
an hour.

Sorry. I didn't know
I was guarding a portal

to clown hell
or whatever.

Wait a minute.

Same nose, same ears.

It's Dane Bash.

We're gonna need
another suspect.

No defensive wounds,

no abrasions from bindings.

And all that blood
up near the pillows.

I'd guess they were
killed in their sleep.

You might be right.

The teardrops don't quite start
from the tear ducts.

It's almost like something
was dripped on them.

Condensation
from the ice machine?

Liver temperature
says they died

about 40 hours ago.

Dual lividity

suggests the bodies were
moved shortly after.

Someplace dark
and cool.

So he took 'em someplace
to dress them

before he started...

presenting his work.
Must have a stash spot.

A room
with a window, I'd bet.

Zigzag lines are sunburn.

And we've got
these mosquito bites here.

Think that's all postmortem?
We see it when hikers

get lost in the desert.

Can't reach for your sunscreen
or bug spray

when you're toast.

Oh.
I, uh,

should get back on the road.

I'll call you once
the autopsies are done.

I'm gonna take these
for prints.

They're pretty cool, huh?

The origami,
I mean.

I'm not saying
I'm a fan of his other work.

Yeah.

Think I owe an apology
to Dane Bash.

Mm. I'm sure he'd forgive you
if you solved his murder.

He was probably just going
through a phase, too.

Okay.

This theory of yours--
everybody goes through phases--

I'm having a hard time
picturing yours.

Nice try.

Ah.

There's that
ice cream truck again.

Pretty good place
to store bodies.

Mm.

Hmm.

Oh.

Trying to guess
who did it?

It's always the last person

you suspect.

That would be you,
sweetheart.

Uh, I think you
overshot the mark.

We're looking for one print,

not a dozen on top
of each other.

Well, that's why they invented
3D comparators.

You've been on the boat
too long.

Okay...

It's new.
It's not magic.

Give me a second.

I checked with security.

They say nobody's tried
to get in or out.

Is that how you
enhance it?

You've watched
too many movies.

I might not be able
to make his face appear,

but the way
this thieving traitor moves

might give
him away.

You're pissed.

At myself.

We got a bad seed,
and I missed it.

Some people,
when they're honest to a fault,

they just assume
the people

they care about are, too.

That's it.

Did you see him
slip right there?

Yeah.

'Cause he's not
wearing any shoes.

You know who it is.

Yeah.

Mr. Degeneres, may we come in?

This about those
dead clowns?

Good guess.

Hey, Folsom.

There's more of that dust here.

Where's your girlfriend?

We need to talk
to both of you.

Yeah, maybe we don't want
to talk to you.

Hey! Your hands! Put your
hands where I can see 'em.

It's just a pipe! It's meth.

Going somewhere,
Marjory?

You weren't trying
to bust out the window,

were you?

I'm sorry.

♪

So we're supposed to believe
you two lovebirds

are each other's alibi?

Is your name really Stubb?

If they did it,

they're too high
to have pulled it off alone.

Tell us about your friend

with the ice cream truck.

No, no, he's just
a guy we buy...

ice cream from.

Where did you get those bites?

Out by that empty pool.

It's mosquito lake in there.

What?

Think I know where Dane got
his jagged sunburn.

We called it Funland.

It was the room
under the shallow end.

It was for kids.

Now it's just storage,
maintenance stuff.

Housekeeping's got the key.

Do you mean Tom?

The mean, angry guy?

Well, Tom's
not real friendly,

but he's not a... you know.

A killer?

He told me he was
a violent felon.

Managed to bring that up
right away.

Mm.
How 'bout

just telling us where
the entrance to this...

Funland is?

Follow me.

I'll take you.

♪

I found it like this
this morning.

I'm having a hard time picturing
kids enjoying this.

♪

Hey, Al.

Think I know
where that dust came from.

Allie?

Allie?

Man, you got to believe me. I
had no idea this was down here.

Someone forgot to clean up.

Maybe it's because
he's not finished.

You put me
on the Kline case, remember?

The guy was blown up
by a grenade.

I thought I better
figure out what kind.

This is why we have
reference materials.

These are all here.

All safe-tied.
Of course they are.

Chris, do you
understand

you scared the hell
out of all of us?

You know the rules.
You always

sign out weapons.
Yeah, well, what if your boss

is on the intercom saying,
"Drop everything.

Report to the lobby"?

Does that include your shoes?

I sprained my ankle.

It's a little swollen.

This feels better.

Chris,

we have rules.

Then, fine, I'm guilty.

Of an OSHA violation.
Come on, boss.

The, uh,
mismatched bottle

is his.

What?

♪

♪

If we do get
a decent print,

it'll be easy
enough to match.

Tom's been in the
system since '99,

when he stabbed
his girlfriend.

"If we get a print"?

That hurts.

Hey, I'm impressed with
your little field trick. Okay?

But would just be nice
if we could use a lab.

Any word on what's
going on there?

Mm-mm.
Mm.

Were you as scared as I was
down there with that creep?

No.

They programmed me
at the factory to have no fear.

This first batch is done.

Huh.

Hmm.

We're in business.

Jeremiah Dalt.

You know him?

Oh, he is familiar.
Where do I know him from?

In 2013, he slashed five women's
throats across rural Nevada.

Oh. Oh,
I read about him last month.

He's one of the criminals set to
be released because of your lab.

One of the gnarly ones getting
out of supermax at High Desert.

For the moment,
he's still in.

So it doesn't make
a lot of sense

why his prints
are at our scene.

If you want to spare us a trip,

why don't you explain
how that's possible?

How would I know?

Keep him close.

We're going to talk
to his buddy Dalt.

Just... why?

Just tell me that.

Tell me why on earth
I would blow up a guy

I don't even know.
Tell you what, Mr. Park,

I think
this'll be more productive

if you focus
on answering questions.

And you can start with the one
you just asked. Why?

But I didn't...Luminol was found

at the scene.So I'm the only CSI
that uses luminol now?

Is this the Twilight Zone?

But yours was laced
with ninhydrin.

Because you switched
the nozzles.

Your prints were
on the bottle, Chris.

Okay.

All right,
I get it now.

I-I lost a bottle
of luminol at a scene.

Last month.
Murder case.

What, you just let that
slide? There's no protocol

for losing
your materials?
It...

It's eight bucks' worth
of materials.

It's not like we're talking
about dangerous chemicals.

I don't report
when I lose a pencil, either.

Which murder case?

Jaden Dudley.

The bailiff that they found
in the parking garage.

I was-- I was
processing his car.

I went back to get
some evidence tents

and when I came back,
I-I couldn't find my luminol.

Vanished. Just like that.

The scene
wasn't well-controlled.

I complained to the sergeant
at CCAC.
So, what,

you think a-a bystander
took the bottle?

I mean...

it had to be.

Right?

Hey.
We checked the grenades.

None of them were
tampered with or swapped.

It doesn't
exonerate Chris,

but Kline wasn't killed
with one of ours.

I asked Nora to hold off
on alerting LVPD

until we give Chris' story
a closer look.

Here's the case
that he was working.

Victim was
a court bailiff.

Is Chris suggesting
that there could be a connection

to the David
Hodges case?

Let us see
the evidence.

That's the only story
we want to read.

You were an avowed communist.

No. That's ridiculous.

Pulled the wings off of flies.

Oh. Yeah. Very close.

I was in a punk band
at Harvard.

That's a phase, all right.

Can you let me focus,
please?

I've never interviewed
a serial killer before.

Do you know much
about Jeremiah Dalt?

Not really. I just had him
mentally filed as, you know,

Dahmer lite.

Says here he always killed
young couples.

Slashed their throats,
staged their bodies.

Mm-hmm.
It's familiar.

Dalt chose his victims based

on their location.

He researched them
for months.

His kills tracked
the Gemini constellation,

the bipolar nebula.

Funhouse Motel fits perfectly.

Maybe Tom's a fan.

Wanted to help him
complete the pattern?

There were six more flowers
ready to go into Funland.

It makes you wonder
how many more stars

they were looking to add
to his design.

Mm.

I love it.

A murder scene to go.

One large bailiff,
one small car.

Chris said they didn't
make much headway.

The case is still open.
Good.

Maybe we'll solve it.

And maybe the guy
who killed this bailiff,

Jaden Dudley, is our man.

Chris wouldn't need luminol to,
uh, find blood in this car.

It's all over the place.

And yet...

This wasn't sprayed.
It looks like it was leaked.

Quite a lot. I'd guess it rested
on its side for a while.

Maybe the kid's not lyin'.

So what do we
think? The...

killer came back to the scene
after Chris processed the car?

Could be that, uh,
he was looking for something

to help frame Hodges.
Killer would have had

to get into the car and dig
around to find that bottle.

May I?

The victim was bald,

and this looks like dandruff.

Maybe the killer left it

when he reached under the seat
for the bottle.

He's ours now.

...the unbinding.
I'm telling you,

there is a flood coming.

There is a force
in this world, Mason,

and they can't stop it.

Oh.

Look at this pair.

Be nice, Mr. Dalt.

You get
five minutes, tops.

He's already too excited.

Sorry about Mason.

The man is a dolt, but...

he does bring me my lunch.

Mr. Dalt,

I'm Josh Folsom.
This is Allie Rajan.

We're from the Las...

Honey,

do you think I care
what your job is?

How you earn a wage?

That's not what interests
me about people like you.

People like us?

Couples.

One of them was
spooning when I...

Found these at a murder scene.

They're beautiful,
don't you think?

Origami is so calming.

Just let
your mind go.

Picture anything,

anything, while you do it.

These have your prints
on 'em.

How'd they end up at
the Funhouse Motel in Esmeralda?

Mm. Don't know. I've never been.

Bet I could find it
on a map, though.

How do you know this guy?

I don't.

Well, Mr. Dalt,

um... we think
he's been copying you.

The way of lesser men,
isn't it?

What has he done?

Uh, two victims.

Dressed as... clowns.

Don't be so upset.

He made sure they
didn't feel anything.

Didn't see it coming.

How did you know that?

How would you know that
he killed them in their sleep?

Mason.

I think I need to be alone now.

You can just tell us.

It's over.

It's really not.

Unlock the gate.

♪

I did not
care for that man.

I pressed too hard.

It's not my thing,
talking to psychotics.

I brought up Tom
too quickly.

Hey, it's why we came.

Dalt knew how Tom did
what he did,

and he-- and he
seemed gratified.

I keep thinking maybe
they're both responsible.

I'm not following, exactly.

What if someone like Dalt
could really pull your strings

and you had to kill
someone for him?

Okay.

Come over here.

Kill me.

Come on,
come on, come on.

The knife.
Knife. Yeah.

Come on, kill me!
Yeah. All right.

Okay. Right now,
how do you feel?

Uh... If someone made me
kill you, I'd feel horrified.

I wouldn't do it.No, no, no,
but you have to do it.

What would you do?

Okay, well, I'd-I'd be upset.
I-I'd be angry and I'd feel sad.

I don't know. I'd
probably cry like crazy!

The streaks.

The streaks. Is this the angle?

♪

The marks on Deedee's
face were tears, but...

just not hers.

Tears have DNA.

But we aren't gonna starve.

They're gonna let us out
as soon as lockdown is over.

Yeah, yeah. But if...

Fine. If we were
gonna starve,

I would eat Randy.

Randy? Why?
He's a snack.

I think I know
who took the luminol.

How? Mitochondrial DNA
takes days to profile.

And killed Kline
and framed Hodges. All of it.

It was him.

♪

Anson Wix.
Man really signed
his name for us?

Left some dandruff,
too, I assume.

We'll know in
a couple of days.

We found the spot where it looks
like Chris lost his luminol.

Wix was there two days later.

Anson Wix is the attorney
for the class action

against the state.

Exactly. And he had access

to the luminol that Chris lost.

Not just any
luminol. The one

that was used at Martin
Kline's crime scene.

Well, I was never privy
to your thinking.

But... wasn't the theory
that there was a forensic expert

behind all this?

Wix has been trying criminal
cases for, like, 27 years.

He knows our playbook backwards.

He's been all over
this from jump.

He represented everyone
that was associated

with the attack on Jim Brass.

I think he was calling
all the shots.

And he had his expert witness,

Martin Kline, working for him.

He could handle
all the technical aspects.

When we got too close,

Wix killed Kline
to keep him from flipping.

♪

You're talking about
a really involved conspiracy.

A-And a really
brutal murder. Why?

Why go to all the trouble?

Money.

A whole lot of money.

You're right.

Wrongful imprisonment suits

pay out like a slot machine.

He's got thousands of them.

And lawyers take 40%.

That's a whole lot
of motive.

'Course, we're gonna need more.

Yeah.

You're not gonna make a case
with two dandruff flakes

and a visit to
an impound yard.

No.
Wix didn't kill
that bailiff.

The family hired him

to represent them in
a wrongful death suit.

And Wix had a legal right to
inspect that car at impound.

We can't prove that
he stole the luminol.

Well...

You'll find something else.

Carefully, I hope.

I have faith.
You're pretty sneaky.

Aren't you gonna report us?

I didn't swear an oath to IAB.

I don't think
the cause of justice

is advanced by letting
8,000 criminals out of jail

so this bastard can get rich.

Find me something.

I'll take it to the D.A. myself.

Long one?

Worst of my life.
Hmm.

I didn't love mine, either.

But I think we'll
both pull through.

Uh, I'm-I'm really sorry, boss.

I'll, uh...

be more careful with my gear
and, uh...

And you'll help me
on that Kline murder.

'Cause I need my
best people on it.

I'll be the first one in
tomorrow.

Yes, you will.

And wear your damn shoes.

If you're looking for Tom,
he, uh...

he quit.

Two days ago.

We don't want
to talk to Tom.

We want to talk

about the day you received
these in the mail.

Dalt put you up to it.

Didn't he?

Guard on his cell block

sent me his letter.

♪

When Deedee and
Dane checked in,

did they fit some
description he gave you?

Dressing them as clowns,

that wasn't your idea
either, was it?

It's his MO.

His flowers.

I mean, we know
you felt terrible about it.

You left DNA on the bodies.

Your tears.

He knew everything about me.

My family.

He had it all planned out.

What?
The first letter said
the Funhouse

was always supposed to be...

part of his constellation.

Then he sent these instructions.

And you know he's getting out.

He's one of those people
they have to release.

He was gonna kill my family
if I didn't.

I still can't believe I did.

What am I?

Do you still have the letters?

What a pleasant surprise.

Oh, we're not
the surprise.

Hey! What the...
Get off me! Get off!

I had to send
the letters!

He said
he was gonna kill my family

if I said anything!
He's getting out

and he knows where I live!
He made me send 'em!

Now, that's funny.

How'd you like
the rest of the circus?

It's nothing compared
to what happens next.

You really have no idea
what's coming.

Uh, I know one thing.

You're gonna die in here.

Maybe.

But the beautiful thing is

nobody believes that
anymore.

Would you please thank
David Hodges for me?

Before people knew
I was going to be released,

I think they just threw
my letters in the trash.

Open it, please.

This was just
the beginning.

There's a flood coming.

I'm home.

A force in this world.

Unbinding us.

It's not righteous.

It's not justice.

But it can't be stopped.

You people

are going to reap the whirlwind.

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