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Previously on CSI: Vegas...
Anson Wix.

The attorney for the
class action against the state.

He killed Kline
and framed Hodges.

We can't prove that he's behind
this criminal conspiracy.

I'm gonna show you something
that'll make your hair stand up.

What are we doing?

Wix hired someone you know.

He paid Estaban Ruiz
to kill a retired cop.

Man, you picked
a crappy assassin.

If he were better,
we wouldn't be here.

And you wouldn't have to
help us take down Anson Wix.

♪

Oh, baby.

Please! You can't do this!

Please!

Please! No!

No!

No!

Jack Zimmerman

was a loving father.

He was a successful dentist.

And he died last year

in prison.

Why was he there?

Because he was convicted
of a crime

he did not commit.

Because David Hodges acquired
methamphetamine-- crystal meth--

and he boiled it down
to contaminate an innocent man's

blood sample.

We may never
know how many times

David Hodges abused his power.

A crime scene
investigator's job

is to search for the truth,

not to sell
a suspect's guilt.

Guilt is determined here

by the 12 of you.

And, ladies and gentlemen, when
all the evidence is presented,

you'll have no doubt

where the guilt
really lies.

What are you leaving
out, Guillermo?

Nothing. It ain't
a long story.

My lawyer asked
if I knew somebody

could pull a trigger
for a price.

I gave him a name. That's all.

That's all.
Just a homicidal conspiracy.

Jim Brass,
the guy he targeted?

He's a retired cop.

Hey, that's Wix's business.

That man tried to
take down my lab.

I don't know anything
about that.
No.

'Cause you're
just a damn pawn.

And we know there's more
you're not telling us.

Wix likes to farm out
his dirty work

'cause he likes
to keep his own hands clean,

but he's not above killing

just to tie up some loose ends.

He doesn't realize
he left one dangling

right at the beginning.

You are gonna prove that Wix
sent that killer after Brass.

I can't.

I don't even think
we talked direct.

It was on a burner.

Maybe it was even a text
message. I don't remember.

Well,
you better try harder.

'Cause we got you...

on camera.

Now, I can't prove
that's a drug deal,

but I don't have to.

'Cause even
just standing there

with a known cartel affiliate,

that violates your parole,
doesn't it?

All right.

Hold out on me, go back in.

Look, I don't know
how I can help you.

I never even saw Wix
when he paid up.

It was a cash drop?

In the desert.

He stuck me with a bunch
of old-ass hundreds.

The guy must've pulled them

out of his mattress
or something.

Sure didn't come from no bank.

No.

Probably came
from a 25-year-old kidnapping.

You still got any of it,
Guillermo?

Should've asked for Venmo.

Did anybody else touch this?

Hell, no. That's mine.

Somebody needs to run
this back at the lab.

Will I get that back
after you guys...

If Anson Wix's prints

are on this blood money,
you might just stay out

of prison. Consider
yourself lucky.

You think we can tap in
some more folks?

Yeah, the circle on this
can get a little bigger.

Okay.
So, duty calls?

I got to get to a scene
out past Enterprise on the 215.

All right.

Hey.
Hey.

What'd they tell you?

Construction crew came back
to finish a road project

that was dormant. Found
a couple of bodies

that must've been buried
a few months back.

Got to give it to dispatch.

They can make anything sound routine.
Are those the guys

that found them?
Just a few who got a look.

That's disturbing.

Looks like somebody
was playing dress-up.

Mm, that's the thing.

You got to take
a closer look.

The horns, the wings.

It's his skeleton.

They're real.

Surprising couple,
don't you think?

♪

♪ 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!

♪

And what would you call this?

Art.
Mm.

They were incredible.

Melanie loved their work.

Oh, th-that's right. Your wife--
she's a fire performer,

right?
She didn't know the Tanners,

but they had
a lot of friends in common.

We heard they were
sweet people.

Their whole act was
about love and redemption.

When the end
finally came,

just look at how he lay down

next to her, shielding her body

from the flames.

You think she died first?

His hands were bound.
Hers weren't.

It's not just that.

His bronchioles are inflamed

and shot through with soot.

Smoke inhalation.

He was burned alive in that pit.

By then,
Tori was already deceased.

No soot in her lungs?
No.

What was left
was filled with blood.

Why?

I wish I could say.

There's not enough here
for C.O.D.

She could've been
shot, stabbed,

killed by blunt force.

The only thing I ruled out
was poison.

Tox showed a few prescription
drugs in her system,

elevated glucose,
but nothing deadly.

What's going on
with her clavicle?

I'm guessing that's part
of the procedure she had.

Standard wing implant?
Huh. Yeah.

They took some bone

from the bottom
of her scapula

and grafted it back on
to build up

these little anchor points.

So, the wings could
clip on and off.

They were detachable?
Yeah.

Lightweight.

Aluminum frame.

Thought you might
want to borrow them.

Those are his horns.

Her wings.

That's Mom and Dad.

Jonah and Tori Tanner.

I'm sorry.

Kind of been
expecting this call

the last couple of months.

Since you told me
they were missing.

You said then
you had a bad feeling.

You ever put your finger on why?
It's hard

to imagine a happy ending
for people like my parents.

You've met the people
they hung out with,

right?
I spoke to their colleagues

at Bizarre Del Arte, yes.

Bizarre Del Arte

is, um...A freak show.

You can say it.

Basically a wannabe Cirque
du Soleil on acid.

So, the bone grafts,
the tattoos--

was that all part of their job?

They loved what they did.
Their act

was Dad's take
on John Milton.

Paradise Lost.
They were this...

star-crossed pair
of supernatural beings.

With a mortgage and a kid
who wanted to be a CPA.

Couldn't have been easy.

No. It wasn't.

The Tanners were last seen
leaving Bizarre Del Arte

after a Saturday
matinee performance.

Then their Accord turned up
on the side of I-215.

No sign of struggle there?

Not there or their home.

We looked. Dante,

was there anyone specific
you were concerned about?

One of their friends

or their coworkers?
I hadn't

spoken to my folks
in, like, a year.

No idea who they've been, uh...

dealing with.

Look what they did
to themselves.

Folsom said

that Max had that Guillermo
guy sweating bullets.

How'd she find him?
Well, the guy that was
hired to kill Brass

had tattoos that marked
him as a cartel soldier.

Max started looking into
Wix's old cases,

clients with the
same affiliations.

If Wix's dirty hands
are on this money,

that is the ball game.

♪

Amino acids are degraded.
Best I have is

a tiny little bit
of a whorl here.

Could be a thumb.

It's not enough
to run, though.

Maybe we could put
Guillermo on the stand.

You were in court.
Without hard evidence, we...

What about DNA?

Anything we get will be
pretty mixed-up and degraded,

but we can run the M-Vac

and then pull samples.

Have you been listening
this whole time?

I'm not as innocent as I look.

Don't destroy
my illusions, Penny.

I love this place.
And I'm not gonna let

that jackwagon Wix
ruin our reputation.

We all hear the rumors.

You should let me help you.

The melted dental waxy stuff

is saturated hydrocarbons.
Paraffin.

Looks like the wings
were polyester.

Well, now we know

what angel wings are made of.

I stand corrected.

"Pure love"
wasn't a very good guess.

I think her body was dragged

at some point.

Doesn't look
like fire damage.

I doubt she performed that day
with ratty, beat-up wings.

Yeah. And here's something

that's not paraffin
or polyester.

She didn't pick that up at the
bottom of a construction trench.

No. This is either
an original part of the wings,

or this is a little piece
of her murder scene.

Mr. Tyner, Mr. Hodges, this is

Attorney General
Michael Rhodes.

It's Lauren's job to
sink you at trial.

It's my job to push
you into a lifeboat.

Somebody tell me why this
didn't plea out two months ago.

My client maintains
his innocence.

Oh, okay.

Well, my client
is the state of Nevada

and its three
million residents,

and we would like you to
pull your head out your ass.

I was framed.

I didn't do any of...

You got a baby

on the way, right?

You admit to tampering
with evidence

in those dozen
cases we found

in that storage unit of yours,

you'll be home in time
to see your kid

graduate high school.
It's a great deal.

12 years with good behavior.

That's only one per charge.

But the confession
really has to deliver.

D-Deliver what?

Confidence.

In the system.

You tampered

with a few cases
and only those cases

because they were
deeply personal.

You never futzed
with any other evidence.

You want to contain

the damage at the civil trial.

If Anson Wix
can slime the crime lab

with a widespread pattern
of behavior,

the number of wrongful
imprisonment settlements

could just about bankrupt
the state.

We need to make sure...

You need a fall guy.

Five years.

What?
You already have our best offer.

You sign that,

just think
of all the killers, rapists

and creeps
you'll keep off the street.

Your life's work.

I, um, I need time to think.

Can I...

You have until the prosecution
rests next week.

You're not considering this,
are you?

The sentencing guidelines
are pretty grim.

A deal makes sense.

And this way, at least
all those criminals would...

Stay in prison.

With you.

Gil, I-I don't expect you
to understand this,

but my wife
isn't sitting next to me.

Emma is so stressed-out

that they've got her
under observation.

And I'm not gonna be able
to be there for Cooper's birth

because I'm gonna
be on trial,

and I don't want to miss
the rest of his life, too.

You don't know
that you're gonna lose.

We're running tests
on the money that Max found,

and we might be able to...

David, you can't give up.

Promise me.

If they pressure you
for an answer,

don't say yes
without talking to us.

I am so sorry I'm late,

Mark.
Oh, you never have to be.

You're very attractive.

And you're the
sweetest boyfriend.

I was pretty hungry, though.

I hope you don't mind
splitting a tomahawk.

Yaaas.

How was your day?
Oh.

Well, that all depends
on how you feel

about the FTC's
most recent filing

on the interstate transport
of latex goods. Shall I go on?

Mm, as long as I don't have to
make eye contact whilst I chew.

Okay. So, we got the ruling
we wanted from Debussy,

but everyone thinks
the appeals court is gonna

rule in our favor, but...

What is it?

Cause of death.
What?

Oh, man. That is...

That's horrible.

That's not a surgical incision.

Sorry, I...

I got to make a call.

How much do you know

about body modification?

I don't think either one of us
has ever had any.

It's a growing field. Especially

here in Vegas. We
love our patients,

and they spread the word.

Looks like you'll do
anything for them.

There are
ethical considerations,

but at the end of the day,

it's about how
they want to be seen.

The mental health benefits
are enormous.

The Tanners looked pretty happy.

Their son said you did
all their procedures?

Just the best people.

That's what's so crushing
about this.

I mean, Tori?

She was literally an angel.

Beautiful, right?

I loved Tori's design,
so I had the artist

she used make me
a pair to display.

So...

These are identical?

Well, I'm not seeing
any red Vinylon.

Vinylon?

It's a type of synthetic fabric
from Korea.

It's derived from stone,
actually.

But that's not why we're here.

We need your eyes
on something.

It may not be
easy to look at.

These marks in her scapula--

we thought they
may have resulted

from her elective
procedures,

but turns out they're a little
too wide to have been made

by a scalpel.
Without a doubt.

So my question is

do any of your bone
grafting techniques

use implements with
a thicker edge?

No. That's not how it works.

It might be helpful if we
could look at her records.

Of course. Please.

You can have them if it helps.

Uh...

See?

All my work was done down here

to her back. That must be...

What killed her.

I've cut more bones
than most people.

My professional opinion?
What you have there

is like an axe
or a sword or something.

Crazy as that sounds.

It's probably not
that crazy, actually.

Ladies and gentlemen,

what you are
about to watch

is not normal.

What you are about to watch

is not safe.

What you are about to watch

is Bizarre Del Arte!

Sit back,

strap in,

and get ready to meet

some truly fascinating
human beings.

I'm ready. You ready?

I don't cut anything
with my swords.

I just lick fire off of them.

So, they don't have
to be razor-sharp?

I wouldn't say they're dull.

It's just
that fire weakens metal,

so if I were to sharpen them,
they'd break.

Mm.
And my mother got those
for me, so...

Don't want that.

♪

Your boss told us

that you came to him right after
the Tanners disappeared.

You demanded to replace them
as the show's big finale.

I wouldn't mind
being a headliner.

You know,
little more stage time.

But if that's motive,
everyone at Bizarre Del Arte

had the same motive.

You filled in for Tori in
their little acrobatics routine

last year ago.
Tell me about that.

She twisted her ankle.

Jonah asked me to fill in.
Big promotion.

Big pain in the ass.

And the armpits.

That whole rig.

Flying around that stage?

Longest week of my life.

Mm.

I have to confess.

I always figured
that sword swallowers

used plastic ones

or that, uh, they were
collapsible or something.

Did you really think that,
or did you just want

to start me off
with the word "confess"?

I'm just impressed because
the swords in your locker

were the sharpest
at Bizarre Del Arte.

All the edges were
between one and two millimeters.

Yeah, they have to be.

Onstage, I cut paper, fruit,

you know, whatever.
Mm.

You have to show
the audience the danger

so they can feel it
in their throat.

Do you keep any practice blades
at your house

that are closer to three,
four millimeters?

What would be the point?

The only prop
in the whole show

that was that dull
was probably Jonah's scythe.

His what?
You know,

Death's curved blade.

He used to swing it over
Tori's head during their finale,

so he kept it really dull.

Just in case.

There was no scythe
at Bizarre Del Arte.

They retired that thing
two years ago.

They changed their closer
to the big fireball.

Mm.
I'm sure

it's still out there somewhere.

Looks like Tori Tanner

took a lot
of prescription drugs.

Mark, hey.
Everything all right?

I just got you a job offer.

You what?

I was talking to my cousin Adam.

He needs someone to run his lab.

I brought you up,
and he got really excited.

He wants to meet.

That's flattering, I guess,

but I'm not interested
in working

at a genetic ancestry
website.

I got to go.
Uh, I'll talk to you later.

Hey, uh, do you think
you could tell me

if me and my relatives

are descended from Europe?

'Cause that's the rumor.

I left a case file open

last night, and Mark saw
some crime scene photos.

He got creeped out,

and now he's playing
corporate headhunter.

He found you a new job?

I know he means well, but...

it really bugs me.

Is that crazy?

Uh...

Oh, come on.
I know you have an opinion.

Mm.

You have an opinion
about everything.

Detective Zaya. How'd it go?

In his own way, Dante Tanner

is as interesting
as his parents.

He had a realtor over there
listing the house.

Didn't really
appreciate the visit,

but he let me take this.

That doesn't look like a scythe.

It's the mount
the scythe hung on.

Dante says
the blade is missing.

He thinks
one of their freak show buddies

probably stole it.

Hmm. We'll run prints,

but you buying that?

Tanners didn't have much.

Dante's going to inherit
all of it.

Might call that motive.

It's not a crime to be
embarrassed by your parents.

If it was, I'd be in supermax.
Mm.

Maybe. But your dad
wasn't the devil.

Mm.

Hmm.

How'd we do, Penny?

It's like we thought.

Most of the DNA on the bills
was too degraded to work with,

but I was able to
amplify two samples.

That's two more
than I was expecting.

Neither one is a match
for Wix, though.

Not even three gene loci
in common.

So any claim

that he handled this cash
won't stand up in court.

Maybe he wore gloves.

How about the two that didn't?

One was an ex-con
named Guillermo Chaves,

but I was told
to eliminate him.

The other

wasn't in CODIS.

Sorry.
I'm sure this doesn't help.

Oh, Penny,
you were doing so well.

What? What did I do?
You made

an assumption.

Sometimes a question's
as good as an answer

if you know who to ask.

I don't understand
what I'm looking at.

We don't want you
to read a DNA report,

Guillermo.
Just tell us the part

you left out.
Somebody else

had their hands on your money.
It wasn't Wix.

They're not in the system.
Who was it?

I don't know.

Lots of people touch cash,
right?

Not this cash.
It's been buried

in the desert since 1996.

All right, look,
there's got to be

another way I can help you.

What if I call Wix,
tell him I want

more money to stay quiet?

You run, like, a sting on him.

I don't want you going
anywhere near Anson Wix.

I want to know
who else was in on this.

All right.

Move.

Oh.

I'm-a call

all your friends
and introduce myself

as your girl
from Criminalistics.

It's ringing.

Garza.

His name's Manuel Garza.

And he is...?

He's with CDS. I kick up to him.

CDS?

Cartel de Sinaloa?

Same as the killer
that went after Brass.

Wix wanted
that old blind cop iced,

so he called Garza to handle it.

And Garza called me.

Wait, so you didn't even talk
to Wix?

Where do we find Garza?

Look, I ain't saying, bro.

Hey, go ahead. Call them all.

You can put me in prison.

Garza would put me
in the ground.

Look at you, thinking

we can't find him ourselves.

That's my fingerprint?
Found it on the mount
that held the scythe

that hung over the
Tanners' fireplace

in their home.
Oh,

well, that makes sense.

I took the scythe

the last time
I was at their house.

I'm sorry, when was this?

Well, there was
a candlelight vigil,

ceremony type thing

after they went missing.

You admit
you burglarized their home?

I took back a few things
that belong to me.

Their kid never answers
my calls, and I needed

the costumes and props back.

To replace them.
We talked

to some of your people.

None of them
mentioned anything

about a new
angel and devil.

Haven't been cast.
I got to find them.

We're getting killed at the
box office without our big act.

But it's hard to find actors
who really commit.

Meaning what?

Horn implants. Wings.

Dr. Cho is an artist,
but the man needs a canvas.

What are these drapes
made out of?

No clue.

Why does it matter?

We'll let you know
if it does.

That's not a happy face.

I'll run everything
through ATR to confirm,

but it doesn't look like
anything from Snyder's office

is a match under the scope.

If the thread is a dead end,
maybe we circle back.

I can recheck the dump site.

You can go hack up

some more cow bones with Hugo.

That's odd. I had Tech run tests

on the prescriptions
Tori Tanner had.

One of the bottles
was filled with sugar pills.

Which one?
Amoxicillin.

Ugh.

Mark. Again.

I'm having a hard time

finding a polite way to tell him
to butt out of my career.

What do I say?

Mm.

Uh, I don't know.

Folsom.

I'm looking
for another perspective here.

Why won't you tell me
what you think?

Don't move.

♪

We have a match.

I swear
I didn't kill the Tanners.

You know what this means?

Wherever Tori Tanner's body
was dragged,

we've already been there.

And now, Your Honor,
with the court's permission,

the state of Nevada would enter
36 exhibits into evidence.

Items found by Detective Kim

inside David Hodges'
private storage unit.

Go ahead.

Exhibit 1, titled as JW1,

is a receipt
of the storage unit

with Mr. Hodges' signature
clearly present.

Exhibit 2, titled JW2,

is a flat-bottomed flask

where Mr. Hodges' fingerprints
can easily be found.

Look at Wix.

Exhibit 3...He knows he's got this.

He doesn't know
that we got Guillermo.

Hello?

Here to fix the AC?

Oh, my God.

Small blessing, I guess.

What's that?

There would've been more blood

if his heart was pumping
when it happened.

I think someone

didn't like that
he was talking to us.

Someone who worked for Wix.

Took a tongue. Left a message.

Yeah, but not much else.

No bullet casing.
He was killed

somewhere else.
There's dual lividity here.

So he was hauled in here
for us to find?

So we could see
what was missing.

Looks like a...

sharp tool. Garden shears.

Or bolt cutters, maybe.

This was our
last shot, Gil.

It's not over yet, darling.

There's always something.

May I ask
what you're looking for?

Here we go.

Looks like Vinylon to me.

Really?

Thought that was
some kind of mesh.

Been meaning
to get that reupholstered.
You should have.

We found the same red thread
embedded in Tori Tanner's wings.

Mm. Guess that makes sense.
She was my patient.

She was here many times.

She ever sit in your chair?
No.

But she wasn't dragged
across my floor, either.

There's got to be an
innocent explanation.

Maybe the thread

stuck to her the last time
she came in for an appointment.

And when was that?

Oh, I'd have to check.

You probably should.
Right now.

Ah. This was probably it.

Tori and Jonah Tanner.

Routine post-op consultation.

September 20th.
The day they disappeared.

7:00 p.m.

Were they your last
patients of the day?

Uh, I guess.

Uh...
I don't know what to tell you.

Maybe you'll think
of something

while we're taking
a look around.

♪

I tested every blade
in this place.

Maybe Dr. Cho

was right. Maybe there's an
innocent explanation for it all.

Oh.

Another piece
of Vinylon down here.

This glass.

It's different.

The door on the left's got some
new tempered glass. Right side

still has
the original antique glass.

Refracts light differently.

Modern glass
is easier to see through.

I'd say

Dr. Cho is now, too.

You know how you get
marks like these?

You push a woman headfirst
through a glass cabinet.

"You" meaning... me?

Well, if it wasn't you, then
how did Tori Tanner's blood

get on the bottom
of your book?

That could've been transfer
from one of my gloves.

I am a surgeon.
Tori was my patient.

So,

as her doctor, can you
tell us why Tori's blood

was chock-full of
phagocytosing leukocytes?

What would that indicate?

Oh, it would mean

she was suffering
from an infection.

Is that why the Tanners
came to see you that day?

The prescription you wrote

to treat her infection
wasn't helping.

These were a placebo,
not antibiotics.

Why would I
give Tori sugar pills?

Great question.
You knew

that her surgical wound
gave her an infection.

It's in the file.

There must've been a mix-up
at the pharmacy.

Her pharmacy

had no record
of this prescription on file.

You gave Tori those pills
yourself, and she suffered

because of it.

Was it because you loved her?

What?

You mounted a replica

of her wings
in your office.

You light up
every time we talk about her.

I cared about Tori.

I care about all my patients.

Yeah, but come on.

This was different.

If you fixed her,

you couldn't see her
anymore.

So you kept her sick
to keep her coming back.

Did the Tanners want
a second opinion?

I can up the dose, but I think
if we'll all just be patient...

No.

We're tired of this.

It's not working.

We need something stronger.

I'm taking her to the hospital.

Wait, wait. Don't do this! Come on.
Going to the hospital.

Someone was gonna find out

you were violating
your oath

and diagnose you.

With what?

Munchausen by proxy.

You kept her sick
so you could see her,

so you could...No.

None of this is true.

The Tanners came to see me
for a follow-up.

I admit that.

But they left
right after the exam.

I don't know how Tori's blood
got in my cabinet, but...But

you're sure there's an innocent
explanation for that, too.

I didn't kill them.

I think you did.

You see these
grains of sand...

...we found in your cabinet?

They have the same ratio
of silica

and feldspar as samples taken

from the burial site. Probably
fell out of your sleeve

when you came back
and cleaned up.

I-I didn't want this to happen.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. Call 911!

I didn't know what to do.

I just knew

I had to get rid of them
somehow.

I'd do anything to take it back.

What happens now?

Do I sign something?

I don't think one session

has started on time.

Max.

You okay?

I knew Guillermo
was scared.

I pushed him anyway.

You warned him
not to get in front of Wix.

Mm-hmm.

Counsel.

My chambers. Right now.

And you, Dr. Grissom.

Join us, won't you?

I need to clear my conscience
and set the record straight.

I started at the crime lab
in 2003.

I'd only been a tech a few weeks

when I tampered
with my first case.

Mr. Hodges didn't
think it enough to simply

email this confession
to the court.

He posted it online.

I forced a guilty verdict
with a fake DNA test.

And that was just the beginning.

Since then, I created evidence

for more cases
than I can even remember.

Where is he?

Great question.

He disabled his ankle monitor.

I've notified the LVPD

that Mr. Hodges is on the run

and officially
a fugitive from justice.

It's not exactly the limited
confession we were hoping for.

Your buddy just handed Wix a win
on a silver platter.

Emma,

I am so sorry,

but I won't
be coming back, honey.

You and our baby--

you have to go on.

Talk to Gil Grissom.

He'll make sense of all this.

Well, Dr. Grissom?

What's going on?

I have no idea.

I'd only been a tech a few weeks
when I tampered

with my first case.
I forced a guilty verdict...

You've reached David Hodges...
He's still not picking up.

He didn't say anything to you
before he sent that confession?

Mm-mmm.
I don't get it.

Did the pressure just break him?

I don't buy a word of it.

I don't know what
he was thinking.

He's been pretty quiet
since the trial started.

He's been worried
about Emma, the baby.

Talk to Gil Grissom.

He'll make sense of all this.

I'm not sure.

But he knows I don't take
confessions at face value.

So...

maybe it's an invitation

for me to find him.

When's the last time
you saw him?

We were supposed to meet

this morning at 9:00
to prep for court.

He said he had permission
to visit Emma first.

She never saw him.
His phone is turned off.

We can't use it to trace
his current location.

True.

But there's more to that file
than audio and video.

Thank you. I...

needed to know what happened.

I hope it's given you
some peace.

Actually, I feel guilty.

I thought

they brought this on themselves.

Every kid gets embarrassed

by their parents
sometimes, but...

I never shook it.

It wasn't their fault
I didn't understand them.

Wasn't yours, either.

I'm just glad I was wrong.

It's got to be rough

when your own kid
doesn't get you.

At least they
had each other.

Kindred spirits, you know?

Mm.Yeah.

Not everyone finds that.

Wait, was that about me?

No, I'm just saying,
you know, in general.

I'm gonna drop these off
up front.

He's not just gonna

come right out
and say it, Allie.

Say what?

That you should break up
with your boyfriend.

I-Is that
what you think he meant?

It doesn't look
like Hodges recorded

this confession
from his personal cell phone.

Uh, the phone's

MAC address doesn't match.

What device did he use?

A prepaid.
Like from a gas station.

Why would Hodges
buy a disposable phone

to make this video?

Answer's in the question.

Maybe he didn't.

I can tell you when
and where he recorded it.

At 6:26 a.m. this morning,

David was at this geolocation.

Right...

here.

That's across the street
from the hospital

where Emma's gonna deliver.

This stain's
got to be here somewhere.

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No. No, no!