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♪ And so you're back,
from outer space ♪

♪ I just walked in
to find you here ♪

♪ With that sad look
upon your face ♪

(continues over speakers): ♪ I should
have changed that stupid lock ♪

♪ I should've made you
leave your key... ♪

♪ With my sis,
doing my hair. ♪

(laughing): You're so crazy.

Okay, you know what?

Oh. Oh, wait. Come
here. Get in here.

Only you would want to take
a picture looking like this.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Okay. (laughing)

Okay, scary face.

Okay. All right, all right.

Okay. Okay, classic beauty.

Aw.

Oh, my beautiful sis.

Oh, I love it, I love it.

(clattering) We're
great, we're great.

We're fabulous, we're
fabulous, totally.

Did you hear that?

♪ I will survive ♪

Oh, Mimi, it's just the wind.

(clattering)

No.

I heard something in the back.

Or somebody.

I already locked up
for the night, honey.

♪ I will survive... ♪
(clattering)

(whispering): You hear that?

Do you think someone broke in?

I...

♪ ♪

Stay right there.

(coughing)

Sasha?

(coughing) Sasha.
Are you okay?

(gasping)

(both coughing)

♪ Walk out the door ♪

♪ Just turn around now 'cause
you're not welcome anymore ♪

♪ Weren't you the one who tried
to break me with goodbye? ♪

♪ You think I'd crumble ♪

♪ You think I'd
lay down and die? ♪

♪ Oh, no, not I,
I will survive ♪

♪ I'll survive, I
will survive... ♪

WOMAN: "Because now she
was confused and afraid

"and wondering if what
she thought she'd heard

wasn't what Bertie
had said at all."

(monitor beeping)

And we will find out
what happens next...

same time tomorrow.

(monitor alarm beeping)

Mimi? Nurse!

Mimi?

Hi. Hi.

NURSE: Call the attending.
She's waking up.

WOMAN: Mimi.

(elevator bell dings)

Ready?

Ready!

Yeah, let's do it.

(laughing)

Whoa.

Oh, that's a little
bruiser. (laughing)

What-what's she in for?

Breaking and entering,

her mother's room. Ah.

My granddaughter
doesn't want to stay

in her own bedroom, right?

Is that true?

(laughs)

Yeah, so Lindsey's
a little tired.

I said I would take Hannah
on my day off and...

of course Max wanted to see
me today. HANNAH: Ready?

Ah. Yeah.

Favor. Can you just...

entertain her for, like,
five minutes is all?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you. I'll be
right back, okay?

Pinky's in the bag.

Pinky. How old are you?

Eight? 11?

Pineapple.

That's wild.

I'm pineapple years
old too. Whoa.

ROBY: So, this child
psychiatrist, Dr. Auerbach,

you think this one little doodle

means that she's behind
all these killings?

I'm not ready to say that, yet.

But look at it, Max.
That was in her notes.

ROBY: It does look like
all those silver glyphs

that've been popping up.

What's her explanation for this?

She's out of town,

at a psychiatric
conference until Thursday.

You ought to meet
her at the airport,

see what she has
to say for herself.

Catherine. You look rested.

Must've been that
morning I took off.

Sorry about that.

Um... but there's this case,

actually, an old case,

and you're gonna want in on it.

It's old, but it couldn't
wait until tomorrow?

It's waited four years.

The incident happened
January of 2019,

and CSI never investigated it.

I don't understand.

A crime during my tenure?

Coroner said noxious fumes

from a hair treatment
killed this woman

and that her sister
slipped into a coma.

This is my handwriting.

I remember this. It
happened the same night

as a major pile-up on I-15.

Remember? And-and folks here
were just stretched thin.

No signs of forced entry.

LVPD let it drop.
You know how it is.

Not every borderline case
gets the full-court press.

This file hasn't been touched
in four years. What changed?

During those four years,

Mimi Kahn was in a coma.

She woke up two days ago.

She says that her sister's
death was not an accident.

And they are exhuming
the body as we speak.

Well, I want to talk with her.

Kind of thought you might.

(Hannah laughing)

HANNAH: Peekaboo!

(gasps)

Rarr!

Rarr! (yells)

(laughing)

Catherine. She's adorable.

Right? Hannah,

I have to take care of
one more thing, okay?

So, um...

since you're between cases,

could one or both of you
keep an eye on Hannah

just for a little
while? Look up there.

There's snacks and toys

and a change of
clothes in the bag.

Okay?

FOLSOM: Uh, just asking...

for how long?
WILLOWS: An hour.

Uh, two hours tops.

Definitely less
than three. Okay.

Bye, Grandma.

Let's play.

FINADO: Okay, be prepared.

(coughing)

Oh, nope. Mm-mm. Tap me out.

Dock my pay. I don't care.

Come on. Big boy pants.

I'm with Beau on this one.

Bodies from mausoleums are ripe.

(coughing)

Ms. Kahn was embalmed

and hermetically
sealed in that box.

The stench of formaldehyde
is still so strong.

It's not just coming
from her body.

Take a look at Sasha's hairline.

See? FINADO: It almost
looks like it kept growing

after she died. I didn't
think that was a thing.

JACK: It's not. Her scalp dried
out and shrank after she died.

Which is how we can see exactly
where her processed hair ends.

It makes sense.

She died in the middle
of a keratin treatment.

I use Pert Plus. You're
gonna have to translate.

We're looking at two forms
of formaldehyde here.

JACK: One in her body
for the embalmment,

the other one
applied to her hair

for the chemical straightening.

How do you know this stuff?

My sister has curly hair.

And I pay attention.

The assistant M.E. at the time

ruled it an accident.

She said it was an overexposure
to the chemicals used.

But her sister woke up
convinced that it was murder,

so, uh...

he didn't happen to
mention how, exactly?

I'll take a run at it,

but I am not optimistic.

Sasha was fully embalmed.

Her arteries and
organs were drained,

then plumped back up
full of formaldehyde,

glutaraldehyde, methanol,
ethanol, phenol and water.

There's not much of the original
Sasha Khan left to examine.

If you want answers,
you're probably

gonna have to go back
to the crime scene.

It's nearly four years old.

Geriatric crime scene.

Sounds like a good time to
get back up the horse, huh?

Lovely invitation, boss.

I told you: I'm a lab rat.

We don't ride horses.

No.

♪ ♪

Mimi Khan?

I'm Catherine Willows with CSI.

This is Detective Serena Chavez.

We're very sorry

for your loss.

Thank you. And that
it's taken us this long

to investigate what happened.

Well, you're here now.
Thank you. Hi, I'm Heather.

Hello. Doctor says
you were with Mimi

when she woke up.
That's very lucky.

Odds were pretty good.

They always said there
was a chance Mimi

would come out of it, so I...

She came and read
to me. Every day.

WILLOWS: Ah.

Could you hear her?

I-I don't think so.

But we were reading Beaches,

and I was thinking about

Bette Midler when I woke up,

so something was
getting through.

HEATHER: She was ventilated.

Her mouth is dry.

You want a mint? No, no.

No, that's okay.

Doctors said that
your coma was caused

by severe systemic toxicity.

And Sasha went through
the same thing,

except the chemicals
were on her scalp.

It was too much.

What do you think
happened that night?

Well, I...

I already told the police.

I-I've done keratin treatments
in my salon for years.

This was different.

My sister and I were poisoned.

This was murder.

I'm not sure I understand
what's being alleged.

All we have is a report
from first responders.

A Good Samaritan was
walking by your salon,

saw you and your sister on
the floor and called 911.

Some... someone or-or...

something...

broke into the salon that night.

Before I blacked
out, I saw a monster.

A monster?

Mm-hmm.

It-it was Sasha's husband Ken.

He did this.

He killed her. I-I know it.

HEATHER: It was so long ago.

Do you think that it's too late

to find out what
really happened?

To find the truth? No.

It's never too late.

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

No luck finding a
sitter? ROBY: Please.

Grandmas are the reigning
queens of babysitters.

WILLOWS: It's just gonna be
a couple hours before I get

Hannah back to Lindsey, right?

And it's not like
Bryan didn't see

a bunch of minor crime scenes

when he was a kid, and
he's okay. That's right.

This one's not even
fresh, come on.

(laughing)

Wow.

No one's set foot in here for
four years since Sasha died?

The sisters own the building.

It's just been sitting
here empty while

Mimi's health was in limbo.

ROBY: I mean, come on.

You got to love this.

(laughs) Yeah, well,

lots of things get
better with age.

I know it's counterintuitive,

but a crime scene
is one of them,

if it's well-preserved.

DNA and prints just
waiting to be collected.

It doesn't seem like
there's been much

human interference
since the paramedics

wheeled the sisters out of here.

Little chance of
degradation of prints

or DNA.

Oh, oh. Hannah,
Hannah, Hannah.

Oh. ROBY: Whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't we both go
outside and we'll look

for clues and we'll
maybe get a snack?

Yeah?

How about you stay and I'll...

Oh, yes, Yes,
yes, yes. Hannah.

Hey, should we go outside?

Okay, I'll see you
a little later.

Let's go outside. Wow.
After you, my love.

HANNAH: Yeah. PARK: Oh, hi.

WILLOWS: Oof, this dust.

It's everywhere.

ROBY: Yep.

And it's not even my birthday.

It's actually my
birthday next week.

Yeah?

And, look, I got you a
pre-dusted crime scene.

PARK: I feel like,
uh, the desert air

and the passage of time
ought to take the credit,

but thanks.

Mimi told us that she

mopped up after
the last customer,

so every footprint was
made after the fact,

and the oils they left
prevented dust collection.

Each set is gonna tell the story

of who was here in
the salon after hours

the night that Sasha died.

The victim did say
she saw the murderer

shortly before she
lost consciousness.

A monster, actually.

She said she saw a monster.

Monster prints, then.

I'll keep a lookout.

We can rules these out.

That's paramedics.

(clanking)

Two down.

A zillion to go.

♪ ♪

(camera clicking)

ROBY: What you got?

A birthday present.

And it reeks of formaldehyde.

ROBY: Ooh, thank you.

FOLSOM: Hey, Beau. Hey.

Figured you could
use a hand processing

the products from the salon.

Yeah, it's starting to stack up.

We barely even scraped
the crime scene,

we've already got
an exhumed body,

a bottle seal,

bottles of shampoo
and conditioner,

and a Panamanian Perm.

Oh, it must be like
a Brazilian blowout.

Okay, that doesn't help me.

I-I don't even know if
that's a noun or a verb.

It's a noun. "I just
got a Panamanian Perm."

Noun. Noun.

Anyway,

it's either an
embarrassment of riches

or a colossal waste of time.

Well, around here, Beau,

we choose to be optimists.

♪ ♪

FOLSOM: Looks like
Mimi was right.

Someone did tamper with
the keratin bottle.

Too much CH2O?

Yeah. Way too much.
How'd you know that?

This puppy's drenched
in formaldehyde.

Somebody must've
spiked the treatment.

But even if the killer
added extra formaldehyde

to the formaldehyde that
was already in the bottle,

how'd he know it'd be enough
to poison the two sisters?

Well, I know there's
0.7mg per 100g

of formaldehyde in Coca-Cola.

And I know that formaldehyde

played a pivotal part in
Jonas Salk defeating polio,

but I don't know that.

(instrument beeping) Oh.

FOLSOM: And... no formaldehyde

in the shampoo or conditioner.

No, but you know what is

in those bottles?
Whole bunch of stuff

that shouldn't be.

FOLSOM: You're right.

Almost none of the
ingredients match

what's supposed to
be in those products.

How can that be?

The list of "Stuff I Don't
Know" is getting longer.

♪ ♪

Coming down here to my job.

Is this an intimidation tactic?

No, it's a fingerprint kit.

Dinking a Wiffle
ball. That's your job?

I'm an accredited
pickleball instructor.

Ooh. Accredited. Wow.

Have you gone to visit
your sister-in-law

Mimi since she woke up?

We weren't close.

Well, I guess

you never will be.

What with her accusing
you of murder and all.

(laughs)

Are you really gonna
believe someone

who just took a four-year nap?

They said it was an accident.

You know, she woke up
convinced that you came

into the salon right
before they fell ill.

(laughs)

CHAVEZ: How was your marriage?

Mimi said you and
Sasha fought a lot.

Our son William
was, uh, 19 then.

I thought he deserved
to have some fun.

Sasha wanted him
to... grow up.

She made him work at the salon.

They were oil and water,
and... it spilled over.

Do you have an alibi for
the night Sasha died?

I was out for a drive. Alone.

I remember being at exit 33

when I got the call
from the hospital.

I almost drove off the road.

What else?

I'm in the middle of a lesson.

Just the fingerprints for now.
We'll see you again later.

Scoot.

There you go.

Ready?

Really? Nothing?

I just made a coin vanish

and you're not even
a little impressed?

What's that?

PARK: That...

could actually be useful.

HANNAH: It's a telephone.

PARK (laughs): It
is a telephone.

HANNAH: Phone.

I think we've got
a budding CSI here.

Runs in the
family. Hey, Chris?

Could you take Hannah outside

and show her how to bag
the phone? HANNAH: Yeah.

We got to protect
the crime scene.

Ooh.

Doesn't that sound
fun? Come on.

WILLOWS: What do
you have there?

I don't know.

Some kind of black powder.

I'll get Beau to test it.

So, do you think the
killer's footprints

will lead us to
some kind of proof?

Hope so. I've already
identified 11 different sets

of footprints but several
are the same size.

Eleven? Mm.

Didn't Mimi say that
she mopped the floor

at the end of the day?

It may not be as
bad as it seems.

We know one set
belongs to Sasha.

Mimi's is the most common size.

(laughing)

Yeah, and we already know about

the two that belong
to the paramedics.

Yep. Those will be
the patrol officer

that turned up at the scene.

That still leaves six.

Six sets of footprints that
could belong to the killer.

We got our work cut out.

But Folsom and
Chavez are helping,

getting foot sizes
and gait analysis

for everyone here that night.

It was a Saturday, Saturdays
were usually very busy,

so there were a
lot of us working.

Oh! (chuckles)

I'm ticklish.

Sorry, we just need to
get an accurate foot size.

That and gait analysis
will tell us who was where.

CHAVEZ: Gives us a range
of possible shoe prints,

tells us who went near
the keratin treatment

that was poisoned.

Oh. Okay.

I was restocking product

at the front of the store.

We moved a lot of product.
Great margins at the salon.

I kept the books.

Sasha and Mimi were really smart
about how they ran the place.

Did anyone feel
like they deserved

more than they were getting?

I don't know if you've ever

worked in a salon before,

but there was a ton of drama.

Do you remember any drama
involving Sasha and Mimi?

No. I loved Sasha
and Mimi. Loved.

Until they fired my ass.

And...

when was that, Nick?

The day Sasha died.
Which sounds bad, I know.

Yeah. It does.

What were you doing at
the salon that night?

Closing up my station.

For good.

FOLSOM: Can you pick up your
pace? 'Cause if we can't

gauge how long your stride is,

it's hard to tell which
footprints were yours.

Anyway, Sasha and
Mimi were sweet,

but they didn't
know who to trust.

I mean, the fact that

they kept that backstabbing...

"talentless diva."

He called me that? Mm-hmm.

That's rich.

Like, look in the mirror, bro.

You know, Nicky,

would you say that a
lot of the salon's drama

centered around you?

I like it better
when she asks me

the questions.

CHAVEZ: Uh...

did you have any issues
with Sasha or Mimi?

Never.

Do you remember
what you were doing

at the salon that
night after closing?

Yeah. My hair.

There was kind of an incident

earlier that day when...

I grabbed as much of
Nicky's hair as I could

and I cut it off.

Not proud of it, (camera beeps)

but it felt damn good.

Back up.

There was a Nick,

a Nicky, and a Nicole working
at the salon at the same time?

Two words:
scheduling nightmare.

Looking back at it,

I'm happy that I
found out that Nicky

was sleeping with my boyfriend.

I kicked him out, got a dog,

living happily ever after.

But you weren't
so zen back then.

Why'd you stay so
late at the salon?

NICOLE: Honestly?

I wanted to watch
that bitch try to fix

the hole in the
back of her head.

(laughing) Uh, can you please?

How'd you find out
about the affair?

Sasha "accidentally" told me.

I know you're not supposed
to shoot the messenger,

but it left a bad taste.

But the important
thing is I've grown.

And the woman you
see today would never

cut somebody's hair
without their consent.

That's real progress.

WILLIAM: 100 days
of being sober?

Yeah. I got my chip
and everything.

Sure your mom
would've been proud.

I think so.

But she's also
the reason I drank

in the first place.

What'd you two fight
about? Nothing.

Everything.

That day, it was about
being late to work.

I didn't know it was gonna
be the last time I'd see her.

If I did, I wouldn't
have been stomping around

the front desk
like a little kid.

You know, I left without
saying goodbye to my mom.

Or "I love you."

I'm kind of ashamed
to say it, but...

I haven't seen Aunt
Mimi since she woke up.

(shaky breath)

It's just all too much.

(camera beeps)
RAJAN: And then there

was one, but no one's

story or shoe size matches
this last set of prints.

WILLOWS: Which leads...

nowhere. You got anything?

PARK: Just fungal bloom
for days, on the walls,

in the plants. (chuckles)

Even fungus in this
anti-fungal Barbicide.

How does fungus grow in
an anti-fungal solution?

It was a sauna in here.

You know how it goes.

103 degrees is when
the magic happens.

You know, you two
are on to something.

It got hot in here.

I think I know why
the killer was so sure

that souped-up keratin
would be deadly.

♪ ♪

The footsteps to
nowhere end right here.

Hmm.

I don't think a rat did this.

Unless it could handle a knife.

WILLOWS: System was
serviced a week before

the sister died. It had
to have been working then.

So the first casualty that night

was the ventilation system.

WILLOWS: The killer made
sure the keratin treatment

was more potent than ever.

And there was nowhere
for the fumes to go but

into the sisters'
lungs. (coughing)

Pretty ingenious.

And pretty damn evil.

♪ ♪

If this really is the
killer's footprint,

he's no giant. This is like a...

men's size 9 running shoe.

Or a woman's size 10 and half.

Sasha's son William is too big.

Nicky and Nicole are too small.

That Leaves us with
Sasha's husband Ken,

her best friend Heather,

and Nick, the
employee they fired.

Only one of them was
ID'd by the victim.

Ken for sure is
suspect number one.

Did I hear right, his
thing is pickleball?

I happen to love pickle ball.

It's not as fun as
badminton, but it's easier

to find a game in this country.

I thought it was
more like ping-pong.

Chris, can you at least

pretend to be useful?

Track the killer's footsteps.

Oh. Oh.

♪ ♪

Hey, you know the,
uh, black powder

you found earlier? Mm.

It's all along the
killer's route.

I'm thinking maybe they left it.

We, uh, should test
it. RAJAN: Yeah.

Along with this.

What?

Have a look for yourself.

Oh, wow.

It's the only fungal
bloom in the vent.

I doubt much organic
material was in here

when the system
was up and running.

Maybe this sprouted from

something the killer left
when they cut the air.

A girl can dream.

(Rajan chuckles)

♪ ♪

RAJAN: I mean...

you have to agree that
is a beautiful thing.

It's a single follicle of
hair in-in a dirty salon.

I mean, couldn't it belong
to, you know, anyone?

It was in an industrial-grade

ventilation system.

(whooshing)

I think it would've
been sucked out unless

the killer left it there

when they disabled the system.

(grunting)

In that case, you're right.

It's so beautiful, I want
a closer look. (chuckles)

FOLSOM: Hey.

You know your
mystery black powder?

Uh-huh.

It's charcoal. Oh.

That's not so much
a mystery after all.

It's not?

No. It's probably all
hype, but tons of shampoos

advertise that they
contain charcoal.

Removes residue, adds
volume, that sort of thing.

It is strange that we'd
find tiny chunks though,

although some vegan products
do add in raw ingredients

instead of synthesizing...

Aw.

You're in over your head, aren't
you? FINADO: Whoa. Look at this.

Hey, we've got finasteride.

Hair loss medication.

You take it to
block the formation

of dihydrotestosterone,
which leads to hair loss.

It looks like broken glass
underneath the 'scope.

FOLSOM: That was on the hair
you found? FINADO: Mm-hmm.

So our killer's going bald.

Ken has been balding ever
since I've known him.

See?

Oh, no, I believe you,
Mimi. It's just that

we didn't get any
usable DNA on the hair.

And hair loss medication
just isn't enough.

So... there's
nothing you can do?

No, we're not giving up.
We're still looking at Ken,

but we're also looking
at everyone who...

You don't need to.

It was Ken.

It's not uncommon for coma
patients to recover slowly.

For memories to
reemerge in time.

I told you what I think
happened that night.

But can you be more specific?

I...

I remember the
treatment smelled...

different, more intense.

Yeah, that would make sense.

Someone doctored the treatment
with added formaldehyde.

What else?

I remember...

the music, it-it got loud.

♪ I will survive ♪

N-not at first,

but then it got
loud. ♪ Hey hey... ♪

That tracks, too.

When the ventilation
system went off,

the music probably
did sound louder.

Right.

That's all I can remember.

Except for just this...

sense that it was Ken.

He and Sasha had been fighting,

about William, about Ken
spending too much money.

Mimi, did you see
Ken that night?

(gasping)

It's complicated.

Kind of.

I know Ken was there.

I just... can't remember
seeing his face.

I remember...

a-a haze of grey.

And a snout.

Like a monster.

I know it sounds crazy.

A grey face and a snout.

Yeah.

And then the monster...

crouched down low,
like it was gonna...

jump out at us.

Mimi, could you be
describing a dream?

I'm telling you,
it wasn't a dream.

(rummaging)

Hey. So, I spoke
with Mimi again

and, honestly, her testimony's
gonna be worthless.

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

Hmm. Doesn't look
like nothing.

Okay, I'm looking for a cord

to fit that phone that we found.

Don't we have a whole
lab for things like that?

Yeah, but, you know,
they get, you know.

WILLOWS: Oh, Max.

You're an undercover mess.

Do not tell a soul.

Our secret.

So, Take Your Granddaughter
to Work Day, hmm?

How'd Linds handle that?

Handle what?

The fact that you took her
daughter to a crime scene.

It was a stale crime scene.

As you know. Mm-hmm.

And I didn't tell her.
It's just easier that way.

So you think that a toddler

is not gonna tell her mama
that her grandmama took her

to an old creepy hair salon

with no lights on and
dust all over the place?

Uh, maybe not, I hope not.

That's my special stuff.

I'm just always skating on
such thin ice with Lindsey.

Okay, I don't mean to overstep,

especially since I am
the one to call you in

on your day off... Well, I'm
the one who took the case.

But what's it gonna take

to make things right
between you two?

(gasps) I found it.

Suit up.

Time for work.

WILLOWS: This is
Sasha's phone.

PARK: Last call made
was 6:08 that night,

but... check these timestamps.

ROBY: Wow.

Final moments here.

Wait. Go back.

What is that in the background,

on the wall?

Is that a person?

ROBY: It's got to be.
Someone was in the salon

with them, or something.

"A monster."

And damned if it

doesn't have a snout.

Maybe Mimi wasn't dreaming.

No. Maybe she was
living a nightmare.

♪ ♪

So, there's the source of
Mimi's coma dream, huh?

Mm-hmm.

It looks like
between this photo,

the finasteride that
we found on the hair

that was in the vent,

and the killer's shoe size...

Everything that Mimi
told me about that night,

about Ken, it's all adding up.

Mm-hmm. But still...

If I'm Ken's attorney,

I'm probably not too
worried about casting doubt

on Mimi's recollection.

Well, sure, I mean, she was

drugged, traumatized...

And most witnesses
aren't popping out

of a four-year coma.

Eyewitness testimony
and-and physical evidence

don't always line up under
the best of circumstances.

Half the time I
reconstruct a crime scene,

I find serious
discrepancies. Mm-hmm.

Just means that if
Ken is really...

the monster, we just
have to prove it.

I can go back to the salon,
take a look at the space

with fresh eyes,
and try to explain

this shape here.

Forensic shadow puppets?

I'll let you know if we're
up against a wolf or a bunny.

(chuckling)

So... Hmm?

What do you think she means

when Mimi says she
remembers Ken as a monster?

Okay.

Even a healthy brain

is-is an imperfect
storage for memory.

Our synapses, they-they fire
and they rewire together.

And there are
neuroscientists who say

that it is impossible for
someone to have a memory

without altering it in some way.

(chuckles)

What?

That, my friend, is Lindsey

and my problem in a nutshell.

I mean, what that girl
remembers from her childhood

is so wildly different
than what I experienced.

What you think you experienced.

Okay.

But I do think
that Lindsey is...

a little prone to embellishment.

Maybe Mimi is, too.

ROBY: A snout-nosed monster.

I mean, it's a better
story, right? Sure.

But it might not be intentional.

For either of them.

Yep.

I'll be in my office
if you need anything.

Oh, hey, Max? Yeah.

Uh, do you have 200 or 300
rubber bands I can borrow?

(both laughing)
(phone chiming)

Is that a yes?

Oh.

Oh, Linds.

(sighs) (phone ringing)

This is Catherine.

Hey, it's Chavez.

So, Ken Taylor agreed to
come in for questioning.

I thought you
might want to join.

I'm on my way.

How exactly is my hair, or
lack of it, relevant here?

We found a hair in the salon...

A hair in the hair salon?

Nice work, Detective.

In the ventilation system

next to a wire
that had been cut.

Which is how the killer knew

that Sasha and Mimi
would die from the fumes.

That... That's why Sasha died?

Yes, we performed
a chemical analysis

on the hair and
found finasteride.

Have you ever used
finasteride, Ken?

Yeah, I have. I
did. In the past.

When I was starting to
lose my hair in the '90s.

It didn't work well, obviously.

(chuckles)

So, you gave up in your 20s?

Just accepted your fate
from the Hair Gods?

Never picked up
finasteride again?

Ladies, believe me, I would
kill for a thick mane of hair.

Would you now?

Bad choice of words.

But finasteride
wasn't just a bust.

I'm allergic to it. Severely.

If you want my medical records,

you can see for yourself.

So? Is that it?

We're gonna need to
see those records.

Fine. But I didn't kill my wife.

No matter what my
sister-in-law says.

♪ ♪

Rarr. (Folsom laughing)

(laughing) How is this?

FOLSOM: The size is right.

And the angle, too.

So that's got to be about
where the monster was standing,

but the snout is all wrong.

Let's have a look.

It really doesn't seem human.

Well... whatever it
is had to be moving

because the shadow isn't
in all of the pictures.

Maybe a person behind
a piece of equipment?

Hmm. Whatever it was,
it's not there now.

If we find it, could be
something the killer handled.

FOLSOM: Yeah, I mean...

Explore the salon.
Knock yourself out.

I'll... I'll judge from here.

Or I could help.

I got it.

♪ ♪

Okay, well, that was a bust.

Yeah, whose terrible
idea was that? (sighs)

What are you, giving up?

No. Mimi said the monster

crouched down as if it was
ready to spring at them.

But there's a wall here.

Maybe it got closer.

That's where Mimi lay,

with her head to the side.

Do you see there?

Yeah.

Hey.

Check that out.

It's almost like...

Say it.

Talons. (chuckles)

Okay, I don't believe this.

Everything in this case seems
to be leading to some sort of

murderous, fantastical creature.

With a snout. (sighs)

Fine. If you can't beat
them, join them, right?

Let's see if this creature
left any droppings.

(chuckles) Magical scat.

(vacuum whirring)

♪ ♪

Hey.

Is it possible that
this fancy pants salon

was selling knock-off products?

FINADO: 100%.

Y-you remember when we couldn't
figure out how the ingredients

in the shampoo and conditioner
didn't match the ingredients

in the bottles? Never
mind. Of course you do.

But it wasn't because
someone added something

like they did with
the-the Panamanian Perm,

noun, not a verb.

But the shampoo and conditioner,

it was because the
original ingredients

were never there
in the first place.

Now, after we tested
each component

of what we did find
in the bottles,

I can officially confirm:

that-that it's barely bargain
bin drugstore quality.

I-I don't know if it
would qualify as soap.

(chuckles) So,
what is in there?

Oh, just a cocktail of
your cheapest fragrances

and chemicals available.

Anionic surfactants, parabens,

polyethylene glycol,

all being sold at $38 a pop.

That is a crime
in and of itself.

But is it motive for murder?

(sighs)

Always with the last word.

Just... always.

Always?

Always. Always.

Can't really hear
through the glass.

Can't hear you.

Wait a minute.

Here we go.

Bag three. Where's this from?

RAJAN: Here. Right next to
the talon markings we found.

Do you know what this is?

A bit of plastic?

It's a very special
hunk of plastic.

See the tessellation?

It wasn't a monster
in that photograph.

It was a person
wearing a gas mask.

(typing)

The mouthpiece.

Tessellated plastic.

There is your snout.

And what kept the killer
alive in a toxic environment.

So that's one small
mystery solved.

Actually... I think this
tiny piece of plastic

might just help us
solve the whole case.

Hey. Somebody's having a
good day, huh? I sure am.

I can now definitely report:

there is not a violent,
fantastical beast

roaming the streets
of Las Vegas.

Yay, what a relief.

Mimi didn't see a monster
the night her sister died.

She saw someone
wearing a gas mask.

And she didn't see a
monster crouch down,

she saw a masked
poisoner fall down.

It's hard to see in those masks.

They probably tripped.

The killer's gas mask
must've broken on impact,

that's why remnants
of its charcoal filter

were scattered on the floor.

So the bits of charcoal
you found on the floor,

weren't from a hair
product. Mm-mm.

I mean, there was a mystery,
just not the mystery we thought.

What about the talon
markings in the dust?

Plain old forearms and pinkies.

Yeah, that one's a
little embarrassing.

Hey. I blame Folsom.

And?

What, that's not enough? No.

Are you not satisfied? No.

Who was wearing
that damn gas mask?

RAJAN: Oh, we're
going to find out.

♪ ♪

Hey. What do you got?

Nothing yet. You're about two
minutes too early. All right.

Hey. Hey.

What's up?

Oh, Lindsey's furious
with me. Again.

It'll be fine.

Sorry about that.

Yeah, we both saw it coming.

Listen, when this case is over,

I'd like to take some time.

To really be there for
Lindsey and Hannah.

If they'll have
me. I don't know

if the timing is
right. Catherine.

You built this Lab.

You do whatever
the hell you want.

Thank you, Max.

I'll tell you what. What?

I think your killer
had minty fresh breath.

Picking up something in
that charcoal filter.

It-it's synthetic
flavoring for spearmint.

There's traces of mint?

You know what else we'll
find in that charcoal?

The killer's DNA.

Mint?

No, I'm... I'm good.

Well, not for long.

It was a tiny mint like this

that got you in
trouble, Heather.

Excuse me?

ROBY: There were traces

of a synthetic spearmint

on the charcoal that
we found at the salon.

WILLOWS: We knew that the
charcoal came from the filter

in a gas mask the killer wore,

breathed through, so, we
thought we'd run some tests.

Did you really think
that your DNA would...

fade or something?

This is... I don't understand.

It seems like I should
be asking for a lawyer.

ROBY: Oh, you'll get one.

But you don't need a lawyer

to hear that your
hair looks good.

Yeah, her hair looks
good, doesn't it?

It looks good.

That finasteride

works wonders.

ROBY: Right? How
did you... know?

We found this photo of you.

WILLOWS: And one of your hairs

in the vent, right next
to the wire you cut.

ROBY: And we not
only figured out how

you killed Sasha and put your
best friend Mimi in a coma,

we figured out why.

You kept the books
for the salon.

You stocked the supplies,
you bought the products.

ROBY: You were buying knock-off
shampoo and conditioner,

selling it as the real thing,

and pocketing the difference.

WILLOWS: How long were you
at it before Sasha found out?

Was she gonna press charges?

Oh, it's really a moot point.

'cause she didn't give her
a chance, 'cause you knew

that Mimi was giving Sasha

a keratin treatment that night.

You were an expert
on the products

so you doctored the bottle.

WILLOWS: And snuck back in
to kill the HVAC system.

And your bosses.

ROBY: But Mimi...

she is a fighter.

Yes, she is.

Doctors always said she
might wake up someday.

WILLOWS: Right?

So you had to be thorough.

Just in case she ever
did come out of it,

she wouldn't be able to ID you.

ROBY: You weren't just
reading to her, were you?

You were telling her a story.

Ken killed your sister.
Ken killed your sister.

WILLOWS: "Ken
killed your sister."

Almost worked.

No. Mimi will defend me. Watch.

She will always
believe it was Ken.

WILLOWS: Have a little
faith in people, Heather.

They usually see the truth

when you show them
what they need to see.

("Don't Dream It's
Over" playing)

Hey.

Will.

I'm so sorry about
your mom, honey.

♪ Now I'm walking again ♪

♪ To the beat of a drum ♪

♪ And I'm counting the steps
to the door of your heart ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Only shadows ahead ♪

♪ Barely clearing the roof ♪

♪ Get to know the feeling
of liberation and release ♪

♪ Hey now, hey now ♪

♪ Don't dream it's over ♪

♪ Hey now, hey now ♪

♪ When the world comes in ♪

♪ They come, they come ♪

♪ To build a wall between us ♪

♪ We know they won't win ♪

♪ Oh, no, no ♪

♪ Hey now, hey now ♪

♪ Oh, no, no ♪

(phone whooshes)

♪ Hey now, hey now ♪

(Willows chuckles)

♪ Hey now, hey now. ♪

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