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Previously on CSI: Vegas... All of these cases,

all of these people, are related.

Alan Herskovitz.

He killed Lynn Zobrist.

And then he went after Lamont Moore.

We found this dossier hidden in Lamont's motel room

and somebody wanted him to commit a murder.

Along with this note.

Reminds me of the Voynich Manuscript.

The author invented his own language.

- Why do you think it's happening? - Could it be a game?

Are those doodles on the carbon paper? GILL: What else would they be?

Proof that Dr Auerbach has some secrets?

When she gets back to Vegas,

she's gonna answer some hard questions.

Las Vegas Fire and Rescue, what's your emergency?

I'm in an alley off of Flamingo just east of Paradise,

I want to report a stabbing.

Are you with the victim?

Yeah, it's me.

I was stabbed in the stomach.

Okay, sir, what's your name?

Mike Webber.

Mr. Webber, I'm dispatching

an ambulance and police now.

Can you identify the person who hurt you?

This guy, this, uh...

this loudmouth in a bar, we got into it and...

he took off.

Okay, sir. Help is on the way.

I will stay on the line until...

No, no, no, I'll be okay.

Mr. Webber, are you sure--

Control. Medic 17.

I have an ATL on the victim.

Appears unresponsive. Okay. Let's go.

Sir, can you hear me?

Sir?

No response. He's apneic.

Pupil are fixed and dilated, no pulse.

I've got EKG.

That's it.

Hey, Chris,

you think that's what people will notice when you're dead?

A hole in your shoe? No chance, man.

I keep my sneaks fresh.

Bro...

this is my third double this week.

I like overtime, but I'd like a little time off, too.

Think Beau's getting back in the field anytime soon?

Uh, something he said to me the other day makes me doubt it.

What's that?

"I'm not going back in the field anytime soon."

Ah. All right.

Michael Webber.

Tourist. Looks like home address is Phoenix.

Apparently Webber told 911 he'd been stabbed

by a guy he met at a bar.

LVPD is canvassing now.

Any idea why the ground is wet?

Hmm, not sure.

We're behind a restaurant,

they probably clean things back here.

You notice all the blood?

- Not really. - Me neither.

Guy gets cut in the belly,

dies in minutes, bleeds out fast. Where's the blood?

Could be internal bleeding.

Hey, Allie, what's up?

Guess who's back in Vegas.

Diane Auerbach.

Headed to her house now.

Why Auerbach's house?

Well, she got an earlier flight than expected.

She lands in about an hour.

I just want to get to her house

and pick her up when she gets there.

Can you meet me there with uniforms?

Hey, Al.

You want to bring Auerbach in today?

Max said to pick her up as soon as she's back and...

she's back.

We're actually at a scene right now.

Got a canvass underway,

the guys just started processing.

Okay, we shouldn't wait.

If Auerbach is behind the silver ink killings,

we're talking multiple homicides here,

more to come as well.

Listen, if you can't meet me there,

I'll just... I'll go pick her up myself.

Okay, LVPD's got the canvass, we can handle everything here.

Okay. Uh, yeah, I'm on my way.

It's gonna take me a little while.

Just hold off on doing anything.

All right. Okey doke. See you soon.

- Thank you. - Yeah, I'll catch up with you when I get back.

He wasn't just any old tourist.

"Gorge-A-Palooza."

Eating contest?

Might've been a contestant.

We should find out where it was held.

Hey. Do you see those bruises?

Hilt of a knife made them.

Find the knife we can match to the wound.

Huh.

I can tell you this is gonna be weirder

than your everyday stabbing. How?

This isn't blood. I think...

I think it's barbecue sauce.

What the hell happened to this guy?

♪ 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!

Dr. Milton Hudson, I presume?

You must be Dr. Roby.

Thanks for filling in

while our head M.E. was out of town.

Folks in San Jose were singing your praises

so dang much I had to hang up on them.

I'm happy to fill in.

I hear this guy was bleeding barbecue sauce, huh?

Kansas City style,

from the presence of ketchup and molasses.

The sauce extruded due to omental evisceration.

Pressure from inside the stomach forcing the contents out.

I think...

it's pulled pork.

I hear he was in some kind of eating contest.

Never seen anything quite like it.

His stomach... That's a lot.

...three times the normal size.

Must be 15 pounds of food in there.

Did that contribute to his death?

Won't know until I get inside.

15 pounds of pulled pork.

What were you thinking?

And Kansas City sauce. Mm-mm.

It's laced with sugar.

It's for children and the weak.

Hey.

You were supposed to bring backup.

We're not taking Auerbach in. Why not?

It's the wrong move.

Notes from her therapy sessions

were used to blackmail targets into committing murder.

She'll say she gave us some of those notes, which she did.

She also claimed some had been stolen.

Who knows what she's up to?

Maybe she's toying with us.

All the more reason not to bring her in

without solid evidence.

Otherwise we'll tip her off

she's a suspect with nothing to show for it.

Okay, what do we do?

Get a search warrant.

Collect all the evidence in the house first.

We're gonna have to convince a judge we have probable cause

to believe that there's evidence inside the house.

It's worse. She's a therapist,

her notes and files are privileged.

A judge won't approve a warrant unless it's airtight.

She's here.

Chavez, why are you smiling? Because

you want this case so bad

it's practically vibrating off of you.

Listen, I want Auerbach, too.

But let's do it the right way.

Hey, Chris.

You see how this drop of blood is elongated?

Like a teardrop?

Means, uh, Webber was walking when it fell.

The strike point, the fat end,

points to where he was coming from.

We follow this trail,

we'll end up where Webber was stabbed.

Right on.

Yo.

There's a big cluster over here.

Must be where the stabbing happened.

Partial footprint, too.

Hey, look.

A few more drops head in this direction.

Probably fell off the knife when the attacker ran.

- I did the last dumpster. - What?

I-I would do this one, but Penny just texted me.

That the, uh, Gorge-A-Palooza is at the Antaeus Hotel.

I-I got to check it out, man.

Beau should - be doing this. - You got this.

Are you ready to gorge?

I'm Jason Ketchum, your host.

Our next event is a celebration of litopenaus setiferus,

better known as everyone's favorite oxymoron:

the jumbo shrimp!

CROWD [chanting]: Jumbo shrimp! Jumbo shrimp!

These champions of chew

will have 12 minutes to eat

as many jumbo shrimp as they can!

Are you ready?

Three...

Two! One!

Gorge!

Ugh.

Ugh.

Oh, God.

We have a winner!

With 14 pounds, four ounces consumed,

the King of Crustacea,

Sultan of Shrimp,

Mason Parlakis!

Here with the coveted champion's belt

is the winner of yesterday's competition,

MMA superstar Rita DeBenedetto.

When I was a fighter,

I learned what a champion looks like.

Mason, you look like a champion to me.

Whoo!

Mike Webber's dead?

Ah, that's not cool.

Jason.

Uh, Rita...

This guy's from Vegas PD.

He said Mike Webber was killed last night.

Actually, I'm a CSI.

What happened?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

He was here yesterday?

Yeah, Mike competed in the BBQ and Brew, with Rita.

BBQ and Brew?

Beer and barbecue pork sandwiches.

It's one of our headline events.

Really strong field this year.

Mike made a run for it. But he lost?

He ate 48 sandwiches and drank 32 ounces of beer, but...

Rita here ate 55.

And... what did Webber do afterward?

Well, he was upset. He said some angry things, and...

- I don't know. He left. - Alone?

No, with his wife, I think.

But Rita and I have some press, if you don't mind...

No, no, no, no, not quite yet.

Ms. DeBenedetto, would you show me your foot, hmm?

All right, you can go. Thanks.

Uh, Mr. Ketchum,

I'll need that - left shoe. - Huh?

To see if it matches prints at the scene.

Well?

I'll let you know.

Yeah. Thanks.

That's my man.

Making friends wherever he goes.

How's Allie?

Trying to figure out how to get a search warrant.

Okay. Well, we're done here.

We still have to talk to Webber's wife.

Do you have any idea who stabbed him?

Not yet, Mrs. Webber.

We're working on it.

I just don't understand why a person would do that.

Can you tell us about Michael?

He was just...

He was just a really great guy.

We met in high school.

He was a jock. Baseball.

He wanted to play pro, but that didn't happen.

He ended up teaching gym.

I know it bugged him. The life he didn't have.

How did he get into competitive eating?

He won a pie eating contest.

First prize was more pie.

Then he got serious.

I worried, you know,

it-it's not good for your body to eat that much.

But he said it made him feel like an athlete again.

We heard he was angry after the contest.

Anyone in particular he was mad at?

Himself, mostly.

He felt like a failure.

He said he wanted to be alone.

I should have stayed with him. This never would've happened--

No, no, don't do that to yourself.

Excuse me.

Listen...

It doesn't do any good

beating yourself up over "could've" and "maybe."

Yeah, I guess.

Hey, what's up?

Vegas PD found witnesses who say Michael had an argument

with a repeat offender near the crime scene.

Name's Calvin Dupree.

He has multiple arrests for assault with a knife.

Sounds like a lead to me. We've got a bad guy and a knife.

Let's see if they match up.

Beau. What's the word?

Oh, that I'm here. In the lab.

Earning a paycheck like everybody else.

- Chris said something. - Yeah. Yeah, he did.

And if he or if anybody else has a problem

with the fact that I am not in the field--

No, no one has a problem, Beau.

We just...

We just miss your big brain out there.

Anyway...

The shoe print you took from Jason Ketchum doesn't match

the one at the scene. And the knife that Chris found

has no usable prints or DNA.

Nothing we can tie to Calvin Dupree.

Forensically.

"Forensically."

The man did have priors with a blade...

Well, then it's stabbin' time.[chuckles] Okay.

So, Calvin, this confirms

that the knife we found

was used to stab Mike Webber.

Not my knife.

Could be anybody's.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, you're right.

But this...

is from an assault you were convicted of

- four years ago. - And you see them little

hilt marks right there?

That's what you call a perfect match.

Also, we found a partial shoe print

that matches a shoe

we found in your apartment.

So you know how this goes

because you've been here before.

Train's leaving the station. Last chance.

Guy came after me, okay?

I was at the bar minding my own business

having a beer

when Porky Pig starts hollering about

how he can out-eat anybody.

So I'm like, "Yo, jackass,

nobody cares."

So we get into it and the bartender kicks us out.

Once we're outside, dude tries to jump me and...

Sorry, Dr. Roby.

But a Dr. Hudson wants you to check your phone.

Not like I'm doing nothing, right?

Hey, listen, Calvin.

You've got a half a dozen assaults on your sheet, man.

You really want us to believe--

I didn't start this!

Look...

Dude was messed up.

He was all twitchy and sweaty,

and red as a monkey's butt.

I just protectedmyself.

Uh, Calvin, hold that thought.

Officer, will you keep

an eye on Mr. Dupree?

So, uh, Dr. Hudson, this is Josh Folsom,

he's lead on the Webber case.

Well, I was the lead. We're about finished.

We got the weapon, we got the suspect,

we were in the middle of a confession.

What's the emergency, Doctor?

This might be awkward.

Um, I removed the victim's stomach.

Uh, it weighed 17 pounds, by the way.

I examined the abdominal cavity

and I found no evidence of significant internal bleeding.

So, he didn't bleed out?

An abdominal stabbing is rarely fatal

unless the knife passes through the stomach

and cuts the aorta behind it.

Mr. Webber's aorta is intact. No damage at all.

How'd that happen?

He had a... pulled pork shield.

The sheer amount of food in his stomach

prevented it from happening.

The knife just couldn't get there.

So, I'm afraid that your suspect has confessed to assault.

Not a homicide.

If the stabbing didn't kill Webber, what did?

Can't answer that just yet.

There's a contusion on one knee.

And a discoloration on his right big toe,

with a matching one on his left hand.

I haven't determined what caused that yet either.

None of those sound fatal.

Do we know anything about Webber's condition

before he was attacked?

Yeah, the guy with the knife said he looked weird.

Sweaty, red-faced.

Specifically said red face?

Yeah, red, red like "a monkey's butt."

I think I need to run another test.

Take a look.

- You see those black dots? - Spores.

From inky cap mushrooms, I'd wager.

The red face was a giveaway.

Mr. Webber wasn't just stabbed.

He was poisoned.

- Nice office. - Thank you.

Ooh. Can't really say the same for the coffee.

So, um, I keep up on my toxins,

uh, but you're gonna have to help me out here.

Webber's blood contains 1-aminocyclo-who?

1-aminocyclopropanol.

A toxin that forms when two substances combine.

Starts with inky cap mushrooms,

which contain coprine.

Coprine's benign but when it mixes

with alcohol it metabolizes into 1-aminocyclopranol.

Which is toxic.

The contest required Webber - to drink two quarts of beer. - Mm-hmm.

So, somehow inky cap - mushrooms get into his system. - Mm-hmm.

Here comes beer... boom?

Yeah, but how toxic

is this combination?

It produces nausea, agitation, a red face.

Uh, it also elevates your heart rate, blood pressure.

But is it fatal?

There hasn't been a death attributed to it,

but that doesn't mean that there couldn't be,

under the right circumstances.

Well, a toxin like that would be pretty useful

if you wanted an edge in an eating contest.

Make your competition so sick they can't win.

I've seen people do worse to get less.

Guess we better find out if someone slipped our guy

a mushroom mickey.

All right, Beau.

This is all the trash from the hotel's kitchen.

Manager said we're lucky,

the pickup's tomorrow.

Lucky's one word for it.

Okay, fill me in.

Trying to get a search warrant for Diane Auerbach's house.

Look. Chavez found this on

Auerbach's social media from three weeks ago.

We know the printer that produced the notes

reacts to silver ink by distorting characters

in a unique, identifiable way.

- Mm-hmm. - So, we're going to prove that Auerbach's printer

is the only make and model that could've produced the notes.

Yep, you might just get a judge to bite.

Coming through.

Excuse me, how much money are we spending on printer and ink?

Yeah, you really don't want to know the answer to that.

Hmm. Folsom.

- Yeah? - I tested 35 sandwiches.

No coprine or inky cap in them.

- None? - No, not a whisker. Not a whiff.

So, what about the contents of Webber's stomach?

Nothing there either.

Whoever poisoned him did it before the contest started.

It looks like it. I-I did find one thing.

This one weighs precisely a quarter of an ounce less.

In fact, I found six sandwiches that weighed

precisely a quarter ounce less than the others.

Maybe they fell apart in the trash?

No, that's not likely. The-the sauce is a binder.

It holds them together.

Wait, wait. 50 sandwiches shorted a quarter ounce,

that's basically three-quarters of a pound less meat.

That's a pretty effective shortcut.

What, you think someone who'd cheat on weight

would poison an opponent?

In for a penny, in for... almost a pound.

Any way to tell which contestant got lighter sandwiches?

I did find something.

Okay. All right, next please.

Thanks. Next please.

This is a meet and greet, people.

Once you have meeted and greeted, step aside, okay?

No lingering.

Hello.

Yeah? Oh, you again.

Let me guess. You want my other shoe.

No, we're here to meet and greet Ms. DeBenedetto.

Me? What about?

We should take this somewhere else.

I got nothing to hide.

Okay.

We have evidence the food you ate

in the contest was manipulated.

Your sandwiches were smaller than the others.

- You ate less. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're saying I cheated?

Short answer? Yes.

This was in

one of the altered sandwiches.

It fell out while you were eating.

Oh, we are almost out of time, folks.

Three.

Two. One!

Drop the buns!

Rita DeBenedetto doesn't cheat.

Oh, I think the evidence says she does.

Rita doesn't cheat!

Anyone who says

Rita does is a liar.

Okay, Rita needs to take it down a notch.

Okay, guys, can we-- can we

talk outside, please?

No? Uh-uh.

You can't honestly think Rita rigged the contest.

Someone did. But you could be right.

Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was some kind of supervisor.

Yeah, someone with access to the kitchen

and the stage who could make sure

the right plate got to the right contestant.

You accusing me?

We got DNA on the evidence that we can't identify.

So, give us a sample. We'll see if it eliminates you.

Yeah?

I don't think so. Look, we get it.

Rita's a performer with a social media following.

She's much more promotable than a middle-aged

gym teacher like Mike Webber.

But rigging a competition is fraud and a felony.

And if you poisoned Webber to make him lose,

that's second-degree homicide now.

Well, I'm not saying anything else without a lawyer.

And I'm advising Rita to do the same.

Even if we get a D.A. to pursue a fraud charge against Ketchum,

it doesn't prove he poisoned Webber.

No, to do that, we need to find out

how he got the poison in him.

You said that Mike was stabbed.

He was also poisoned.

So that's what killed him?

Well, that's one of the things we're trying to determine.

We know that he ingested something toxic

before the contest.

Did you see him eat anything earlier that day?

Mike didn't eat anything for 18 hours before a contest.

He was very disciplined about it.

Were you with him the whole time?

Um, I-I think so. I don't...

Maybe. I'm not sure, I...

This is so awful.

He must have been in so much pain.

Sheila, we're gonna find the person who did this to him.

You got my word.

What am I looking at?

I'm not sure exactly.

It's organic, it was some sort of food once.

And it was deep inside Webber's small intestine.

Okay, so then whatever his wife says,

this man ate something during the 18 hours

before the contest, something - that was laced with mushrooms. - Hmm.

Can you analyze the material?

If we know what he ate, it would be a start.

It's pretty digested, it's waste.

Nothing there to analyze.

But it could

tell us when it was eaten by measuring

how far down the alimentary canal it got.

Wait a minute. Don't different people

digest at different rates?

I could estimate Webber's rate

based on how quickly his system processed

the food he ate in the contest.

I mean, it could give us a window.

Webber's phone tracked where he went that day.

So, if we can match the time

that Webber ate with the location on his phone,

it-it might give us the source of the poison.

Let's do it.

Ooh. I got to go.

- What's up? - Allie got the warrant.

They're searching Dr. Auerbach's house.

Allie. Wait, hold up.

We've got an LVPD cover car on

the way to help serve the warrant.

Are you sure you didn't want to bring in SWAT?

I mean, there is a 61-year-old psychiatrist behind the door.

Okay.

Dr. Auerbach?

Las Vegas Police.

We have a search warrant. Open the door.

Dr. Auerbach?

I mean, the lights are on, car's in the driveway.

She's probably inside right now destroying evidence

and we're just standing here.

You're just tipping her off.[sighs] Great.

Seriously?

We've got the right to enter.

And you don't want to wait.

Besides, I'll do less damage than the battering ram.

Dr. Auerbach?

LVPD.

We have a search warrant.

Doctor?

If you're here, show yourself.

Screw this.

Let's find the office.

Clear.

You can get started.

Who's en route to 104 Shady Lane?

Sorry, Detective, it's Rinaldi.

We hit some traffic.

You want us to hit the siren?

The time for that was ten minutes ago.

We've entered the residence.

10-4. On our way.

Allie?

What's up?

Auerbach's here.

What just happened?

She killed the lights. Get out here now!

Yeah, I'm coming.

Stop!

I said stop!

Come in, Rinaldi. Suspect is driving north on Wilkins

in a silver BMW.

I am in pursuit!

10-4. We're two minutes out.

Three Victor, this is Air One, unable to locate the silver BMW.

Copy, Air One. We've lost her, too.

Hey.

Max called, she said it was

all hands on deck.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Pissed off, you know? I mean...

Auerbach cut the lights. We were stumbling around here

and she got outside and took off.

I tried to catch up with her, but she was gone.

Hey. Don't beat yourself up.

Anyone processing the scene?

Allie's in the office with Max.

All right, I'm gonna jump in there.

You say Auerbach - killed the lights? - Yeah.

- All of them? - Yeah.

Okay. I know where to start.

Let me know if something else comes through. Thank you.

All right, I got an ATL out,

I alerted the undersheriff and the Feds.

Auerbach has a mother and a sister.

LVPD is checking in on them.

All right, what you got there?

It's about the Voynich Manuscript.

What?

It's an illustrated codex from the Middle Ages in a language

that no one was ever able to decipher.

- Mm-hmm. - Look.

Do you recognize these?

Looks like the symbols

from the silver ink notes.

And Auerbach has marked pages - all throughout the book. - Mm-hmm.

Clearly, it means something to her. Mm-hmm.

You think there's some kind of twisted motive, don't you?

I think she's behind everything.

And I think we'd have her if I'd just waited for backup.

No, no, no, don't waste your time on what-ifs.

Let's just go get her, huh?

Hey, Al.

Okay. Auerbach killed the power.

That means she stood here

to work the breaker panel. And check it out.

Looks like dried mud.

Oh, wow.

It's actually still damp.

Must've just fallen off her shoe.

It might tell us where she's been.

Hey, I'd love to stay, but I got to get back to the lab

- for some mushroom stuff. - Yeah, no, I've got it from here.

Yeah? Thanks, Josh.

You're getting to be a regular up here.

- These the inky caps? - Straight from my neighbor's yard.

Not exactly rare, these little babies.

Oof.

Well, if I feel like having a drink and getting violently ill,

I'll have to give them a try.

Webber ingested the mushrooms

somewhere between 8:00 and 10:00

in the morning of the contest.

Do we know where he was then?

We should.

This is his geolocation data from Webber's phone.

Between 8:00 and 10:00 a.m., he was...

in his hotel room.

- Or the casino downstairs? - No.

He was in the east wing. Just rooms. See?

There from 10:15

the night before until

almost 11:00 a.m.

Who'd bring mushrooms to his room?

I don't know. But I do know who was there.

Sheila...

you said that Mike didn't have anything to eat

the morning of the contest.

Yep, that's right.

Well, we know that he did eat something

between 8:00 and 10:00 a.m.

And we know you were in the room

because we've checked the hotel cameras

and neither of you left.

Right, no, I'm-I'm sorry, that's right.

He, um, he had a protein smoothie.

It's a thing that he does before competitions

to coat his stomach.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

You just, uh, watched him have a smoothie? That's all?

Mm-hmm.

Sheila.

Hmm?

You-you look really uncomfortable.

Why don't you just tell us what happened?

Come on. It'll make you feel better.

I did it. I killed Michael.

He was hurting himself so much with these competitions.

You know, he would train

by stuffing himself and then he would be sick for days.

And then he would... he'd win $50

or a gift certificate, or he'd lose...

and then he'd just do it all over again.

He was not working,

he wasn't seeing his friends, he was depressed.

I begged him to stop.

And he finally agreed, he said

if he lost the next competition, he would quit.

And I just thought...

maybe I could help make that happen.

So you gave him the mushrooms.

My mom used to pick mushrooms and...

so I know about inky caps.

I ground them up and I put them in his drink.

I just wanted to slow him down a little.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Oh...

I loved Mike more than anything.

And I killed him.

They are not gonna go murder two.

Involuntary manslaughter, maybe.

Well, what's that? - Two to five? - Yeah.

You think that's what should happen to her?

Not up to us to decide.

Congratulations, young man. I hear you got a confession.

I guess.

You... You said inky caps never killed anyone.

Well, they're not known to, but...

it doesn't make it impossible.

Yeah, but just-just incredibly unlikely.

Somebody's all of a sudden skeptical.

Well, I mean, we're about to send someone

to prison on a theory.

- I'm not sure I believe it. - Hmm.

Now, you-you examined Webber, would you say he was unhealthy?

Not generally, no.

There was no chronic disease in evidence.

Why would he be the first person to die

of inky cap poisoning?

What if he didn't?

Interesting question.

Not sure how you'd prove the negative.

Maybe it's worth a try.

Did Webber eat about this much?

No, a cup.

And Webber's about my height and weight?

Approximately. Why?

I have a hypothesis that, uh...

these won't kill a healthy person my size.

Got anything to drink?

How do you feel?

There's a headache, nauseated, d-dizzy, chest hurts.

I'm... great.

Drunk and hungover at the same time. Hmm.

BP's 140/90. Elevated, but not scary.

Oof.

Oh.

- Scotch is getting better. - Hmm.

Well, you've now consumed as much alcohol

as I found in Michael Webber's blood.

Congratulations, you're now legally intoxicated.

And then some.

I've never seen a CSI

do something quite like this before.

What are you doing, man?

Were you proud of your father?

Embarrassingly.

I wasn't.

He was nothing to be proud of, you know?

But my mom, you know, she never...

She never gave up on him.

They were married young, so she saw something in him

that she just kept on trying to...

bring back to life.

It didn't work, but...

- she tried. - So...

you think Michael Webber's widow is like your mother?

Uh, maybe a little.

I just mostly, I just really

want to know what killed the guy.

BP's 149/99. I don't love this.

Let me ask you something.

Why don't people in the morgue like me?

- Why? - I haven't been here long enough to hear anything.

You've heard something.

Well...

I-I heard something like disappointment expressed, uh...

something about your relationship with...

or lack of relationship with someone named Allie.

Allie.

Yeah, everyone down here loves her, I guess. They...

You know what? I shouldn't have said anything.

I don't... I really don't know.

No, no, that's, um...

Thank you.

Your pressure's dropping.

- Huh! - Yeah.

I think the worst of this is over.

Huh. Huh.

Yeah. I'm not even close to dead, see?

And my hypotenuse is...

- My-my... What? - Hypothesis.

What? Hypothesis.

Yeah.

Is QED.

Inky cap mushrooms did not kill Mike Webber.

Yes, I would be surprised if they did.

Well, let's get surprised. Let's find out what did.

Wait.

You-you want me to...

You want me to come with you?

Well, I can't drive, Mr.-- Dr. Hudson.

Any updates on Auerbach?

Nothing on the ATL.

No hits on her credit cards or plates.

- She's a ghost. - What about her family?

Her sister's in Italy, so she doesn't know anything.

And Mom's in memory care in a Reno nursing home.

It's all dead ends.

Anything from the sample we found in Auerbach's basement?

Nada. The soil's gravelly alluvium

with limestone and dolostone.

Well, that could be from anywhere in Clark County.

Mm-hmm.

There was some plant matter, probably grass,

but not enough to identify. Sorry.

- You know what I miss? - Hmm?

The smell of cut grass.

But we never get that here. No grass.

We could do that.

Cut some grass?

Use odor.

The plant matter's still emitting

volatile organic compounds.

We can extract those, run them through GCMS,

identify the plant.

If we identify the plant, we might be able

to pin it down to a location.

Or not.

It's a pretty small sample.

What, do you have, like, a date to get to or something?

You're cold, Rajan. Let's do it.

Ooh, bing-bong-bing.

The plant's something called Charleston Beardtongue.

Okay, whatever that is.

- Where does it grow? - I'm checking.

Okay, it says here

Charleston Beardtongue is endemic to the Spring Mountains.

A lot of vacation homes up there.

- Yeah, good places to hide. - We already checked.

Auerbach doesn't rent or own in that area.

Well, we know she was just up there, so...

Let's double-check.

Mike Webber called 911.

The ambulance arrived four minutes later

and he was dead.

It wasn't blood loss, it wasn't poison.

So, what killed him?

This really isn't my place of business.

Careful. Hey, careful, careful. Careful.

- Why? - That could be a live line.

This could electrify - the water a little bit. - It's okay. I'm good.

Got shoes on.

Insulation, you know?

I'm good.

Unless there's - a hole in your shoe. - What?

Mike Webber had a hole in his shoe.

The ground was wet, the light was on.

If you think that Mr. Webber was electrocuted,

you are still drunk.

But I do.

Think that.

The autopsy doesn't support it.

With electrocution, the cells of the cardiac tissue

show elongated nuclei.

Mr. Webber's were completely normal.

But aren't there cases where that doesn't happen?

Only when the voltage is quite low, not deadly.

Mike Webber was under a lot of stress.

Stabbed, poisoned, 17 pounds of pork in his stomach.

I mean, it might not take much voltage to stop his heart.

You know, you'd need proof.

You said there were marks on his toe and his hand, right?

Could those be from low-voltage electricity?

Yes. Yes, they could.

So, you think

Mike Webber was electrocuted?

I know he was.

Mike's poisoned, bleeding,

and in the middle of a puddle of electrified water.

But he doesn't feel it because the rubber soles of his shoes

are acting as insulation.

And then something happens.

Maybe he trips,

maybe he just falls down.

And when he does,

his big toe touches the water

because there's a hole in his shoe.

And then he reaches out to, like,

steady himself, probably.

And when he does, circuit's closed.

And electricity flows.

That's it.

You on board with this?

I-I re-examined the body.

The marks on the decedent's hand and toe

are consistent with low-voltage electricity.

The nuclei of the skin cells

at the points of entry and exit are elongated.

That's conclusive.

The cause of death is electrocution.

All right, I'll call the D.A. and the LVPD

and tell them to release Sheila Webber.

Get yourself some coffee, brother.

Hey, uh, Doc, you want to grab a burger?

Or maybe a couple dozen?

Eh, another time, Mr. Folsom.

Oh, no, just call me Josh.

Mr. Folsom.

Never have I seen a man solve

the same murder three times before.

Mm.

It was a...

unique experience. Mm.

I hope we get to do it again.

We'll see.

Yeah.

My lawyer says they're

dropping the charges?

The homicide and assault charges, yes, but, you know,

poisoning someone is also a crime.

And the D.A. still may charge you with that,

but it's up to their office.

Yeah. That makes sense.

You didn't kill your husband, Sheila.

You're not responsible for his death.

It's all just a lot to process.

Yeah.

But I really appreciate what you've done for me, I do.

Thank you.

What's going on?

We got a lead on Diane Auerbach.

We think she's in her cabin in the Spring Mountains.

Her cabin? I thought she didn't own property outside Vegas.

She doesn't, her mom does. It's in her name.

She's there now. We've got her.

Go, go. On me, on me, on me!

Two Victor, main room clear.

Two X-ray, bedroom clear.

Anybody have eyes on Auerbach?

I don't understand, if she's not here then...

Detective, over here.

That's no suicide.

So Auerbach's not the silver ink killer.

I'll say.

She didn't get up there herself.

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