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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

I'm giving you the promotion

- to day shift supervisor.
- Have you told him?

I don't think I ever heard you
call Jeanette "Mum" before.

I can't get her
to return my calls.

Trey told her
I had him arrested,

and she's just pissed.

- This how you treat family?
- Jeanette!

What's this?
You're using again.
Go home.

What are you planning to do
when you find your mom's dealer?

I don't know yet.

I was trying to leave you
out of it until I do.

You didn't leave Allie
out of it.

Just take a week
and let me know

if I have a place in your life.

It's Jeanette.
Sorry you missed me.

Hey, Mom,
I know what's going on.

If you're running product
for these guys,

I can't help you.

Josh, come inside!

Don't you get him riled up.

Oh, hey. All right.

- Grandpa, seriously?
- You should get some
for yourself.

You don't have to drink
this crap.

I'm kidding, bud.

I'd arm wrestle you for it.

Eh... Grab your notebook.

Dying words time.

The last thing when we left off
last night, you said,

"Don't marry a woman
who paints her toenails."

I did?

Maybe you don't need
to write down what I say

after I have my medicine, huh?

Hey. You okay?[coughing]: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

But this goes in there,
all right?

Family.
It's the most important thing.

Family first, always. Okay?

J-J-Jeanette!

Go on, Josh.

You don't need to see this.

Okay.

Hey.

You the one
who's gonna take me home after?

Yeah, girl. Get in.

Go ahead, Josh.

You don't need to see this.

Come on. Hurry up.

Hey, be nice.

Where is this guy, anyways?

Right up here.

God, it's so freaking dark.

Why don't you just tell me
when the package is coming--

No.

Please. Please.

You did this to yourself.

No, please!

No. Don't do this.

Please! No, no!

No, please.
I didn't do anything!

No, please! No!

Send help! Send help right now!

Are we sure this is Josh's mom?

I've never met her,
but you know

that picture
- he keeps in his wallet.
- Yeah.

So, uh, h-how'd he sound?

Uh, I've been calling him,

but his phone must be off.

Okay, take me through it.

Have you ID'd
the second victim?

Not yet.

Janitorial staff came in
a few minutes ago.

They don't recognize her.

She doesn't work here.

What is this place, anyway?

Slot machine repair.

The security is
definitely lacking.

Only two cameras.

The killer-- or killers--

got away with the footage,
but they tripped an alarm

on their way out at 3:32 a.m.

Killer or killers?

Well, Ms. Folsom

was stabbed.

The other vic
was strangled.

Could be two guys.

Could be one guy
who ran out of knives.

Or...

this one happened first.

And our guy realized that
strangulation was no fun.

You can see how long it took.

She was a fighter.

I hate every part of this.

Except for this murder
weapon right here.

Looks like shrink-wrap.

Kind of thick,
like industrial grade.

Polyethylene is
a miracle of modern science.

Sticky as hell.

Half the scene is
gift wrapped for us.

Great for
tracing prints.

I've got my entire shift
coming in on early,

- so we will test every inch.
- Something tells me

we got to hurry on this one, guys.

Listen, um...

I can keep calling Josh, but
the way things are between us...

He might not be answering
because it's me,

and I--I know. It's okay.

I'll be the one.

This is Folsom. Leave a message.

Hey, Josh.

It's Max.

Josh, I need to talk to you.

Josh.

Well, you should've
built it bigger.

I'd move in.

You did so good.

Grandad did a lot.

He said you finished it yourself.

Come on.

You know, uh...

I bet next time, you can build
an even better one.

I mean, you know, after.

We have to move again?

Don't look at me like that, Josh.

You know how hard this is.

Blame your dad, running off
with a warrant on him.

Blame cancer.

Damn bills are gonna
wipe us out.

Where are we gonna go?

I don't know.

I think
you'll need to go

with your cousins awhile
till I figure it out.

Hey.

Hey.

I will figure it out.

There's nothing I want more

than to be with you.

I'm so sorry.

She tried to stop.

Josh?

She tried to stop him.

That's his skin under her nails.

Are you able to identify
this woman that she was with?

No,
I've never seen her.

Um, Max is running
her prints and DNA.

We should rush the toxicology
for both,

'cause I wouldn't be surprised

if there was a, uh...

a link.

You're exhausted.

Maybe you should try and sleep.
D-Do you want a lift home?

No, I don't.
I'm not going home.

You can't keep me off of this.

- You can't.
- Joshua.

I do not have a choice.

You cannot investigate

the death of a family member.

I don't care about the rules!

I know you don't care
about the rules.

Of course you can't.
How could you right now?

But times like these are exactly
why we have rules.

Fact is,
we don't have much else.

No!

Are those slot machines?

Yes.

It's a repair warehouse.

You have any idea
why your mother

would've been there?

No. I don't.

If you want us to find out

who did this,
you have to tell me.

I haven't talked to my mom much lately.

She talks to Trey
more than me.

We're gonna find the people
who did this.

We'll see.

Josh. I am so sorry.

Look, I, uh... I can't.

Poor guy.

Looks like he's been hit
by a truck.

Looks more like
he's gonna run someone over

with a truck.

We've all seen good people
do bad things

when they reach
the end of their rope.

You think he'd look
for the people

who did this?
If it were me,

and someone hurt my mom,

none of you would
ever find their body.

Ever.

All right, Allie.
This is your case. Your shift.

Why is everybody
standing around?

Divide and conquer?

No.

We pair up
and conquer.

Can you work with Dr. Hudson

to expedite tox screens
and full blood works

on both vics?

- Looking for?
- Morphine metabolites.

Folsom's mum had a problem
with heroin.

It's usually cut
with sodium bicarbonate

or powdered milk.

If we can get
a consistent cocktail,

match it
to recent street busts,

draw the circle
a little tighter.

With any luck,
Max will get a hit

in CODIS from the skin
under Jeanette's nails.

Take Penny.

Two heads are better than one.

Four hands are faster than two.

Same reason
you're coming with me.

Every print,

every trace
on all of this shrink-wrap,

we're gonna run it all.
Let's go.

Nothing.

I thought this was the section

wrapped around
the victim's neck.

Well, it is.
He must've worn gloves.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Is that... words?

Maybe a bar code?

Looks like a shipping sticker
got ripped away

and there was some transfer.

Well,
unless you think

he signed his name... Onward.

Hmm.

What have we here?

I mean, that looks like... Run it.

Right. We don't G-U-E-S-S.

We GCMS.Mm-hmm.

I want Raman spectroscopy, too.

What am I missing?

Couple of partials.
It's not good enough.

Looks like
some of the plastic

wasn't just wrapped
around the slot machines.

Diacetylmorphine?

That's heroin.
Fentanyl citrate

and polyethylene glycol, too.

Probably from a laxative.

Honestly, it's a pretty
thoughtful cutting agent.

Oh, uh,

most heroin addicts need help
staying regular.

Can you print that?
Get it to Chavez.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Maybe there's some recent busts

with the same
chemical composition.

Wouldn't surprise me
if we get a match

from the victim's blood, too.

Oh.

Josh.

I'm...

I'm so sorry. I-I'm just...

- I'll leave you a minute.
- No, no.

It's okay. I, uh...

I was just going. I, um...

I forgot my jacket earlier.

Hey, Josh.

Take the time you need.

It's not time that I need.

It was just the two of you,

wasn't it?

Your mother raised a good man.

Just try
to remember that

the next few days.

I got to go.

Where do you want me?

EZ2?
Hmm?

Uh... Okay,
I don't mind the help,

but, uh, nucleic extraction,

and phenotypical analysis is
kind of my jam,

so you want to try and keep up?

All right.

EZ1 and CODIS.

Beat ya.

I hope so.

Doesn't look like
there are any prelim matches

in the system. Hmm.

Boo.

Were you expecting someone
with multiple drug arrests?

We are not paid to expect,
but yeah.

Jeanette was definitely tied up
in something.

Well,
we get what we get,

and we don't get upset.

What did we get?

A Caucasian killer.

Brown hair, brown eyes.

Decent bet he's a lefty.

Most likely, he suffers
hay fever symptoms

when exposed
to flowering plants.

Sneezy.
The second worst dwarf.

Actually, he looks like
he's above average in height.

I've seen a guy
with that description.

Yeah. I think
we all have, huh?

In an LVPD file Folsom had
his buddy pull last week.

Now, I wanted to bring
this guy in sooner,

but I've been hanging
around you too long.

Excuse me.
What does that mean?

"Follow the evidence,
follow the evidence,

follow the evidence."Yeah.

Now, Josh was curious
about recent drug cases

in Jeanette's neighborhood.

There's been a rise
out in Sunrise Manor,

but we don't have anything
on the top two suspects.

Sammy Caldwell and Jared Ott.

Ott's the brunette.
As suspected

fentanyl dealers go,
he's got a lot of teeth.

Whole crew is
pretty slick.

LVPD has had
these guys

under surveillance
for weeks.

- Yeah.
- Home addresses,

place of busi--Mm-hmm.

Folsom's got a copy of this.

I'll get an ATL out right away.

Hustle. Clock's ticking.

Who posted my bail?

You'll figure it out.

Hmm.

They killed her.

Jeanette.

She's gone.

I'll drive.

You know where we're going?

Yeah. I do.

Why didn't you put something
badass up on the roof,

like a turret
or something?

It's not a castle.

Just the kind of
house I wish I had.

It's pretty cool.

You can have it if you want it.

See?

What the hell?

We're selling the trailer.

Y'all are moving?

Mom says Grandad
doesn't have much longer.

I'm going with my cousins
out in Whitney for a while.

Seriously?

That sucks.

I wish
we had some money.

Parents, man.

One day, we won't have
to worry about them anymore.

You remember that
little house, don't you?

Fols?

I didn't bail you out
to play "remember when."

Okay, good, 'cause
I still remember when

you had me arrested.

Where the hell is this guy?

Kahn Schefter, man.

Don't worry, he'll be here.
He practically lives here.

What makes you think that
he's gonna know who killed her?

I don't think he will, man.

You want some little thug
or the guy who gave the order?

Kahn is just a middleman,
but he is juiced.

He knows everybody moving fent
and H west of the Strip, okay?

He's not just gonna tell us.

No.

But that's why you
sprung me, right?

Speak of the devil.

Which one?
- Grey beard.

Yo. Dude. Sit back.
Come on, man.

I'm not grabbing
this dude

in the middle of
a crowd of people.

What's your plan?

Look, I'm gonna do what I do.

You just...

get ready to do
what you do, okay?

I'll call you
when I know where.

Folsom teach you that?

There's so much shrink-wrap
to test.

I'm trying to figure out
where the killer stood,

what he would've touched,

so we know
what to prioritize.

Um...

How is he?

Uh, he still won't
answer my calls.

Yeah. Mine neither.

I didn't come down here
for a heart-to-heart.

We found Jared Ott.

- Your suspect.
- Narcotics detective
in Summerlin

had his head on a swivel,
pulled him over.

No registration in the
vehicle, possibly stolen.

Well, is that enough
to compel a DNA sample?

Not even close. So...

let's, uh, see
your best Folsom impression.

You find something,
get it to me.

I can only hold this guy so long
on a missing registration.

Good morning, Mr. Ott.

You can call me Jared.

- Great.
- But, uh...

can you clear
something up?

What's going on? All I did is
I borrowed my friend's car.

That's all you did?

Oh, my God.

What happened to these people?
Well,

let's talk about that, Jared.

Would you push up
your sleeves, please?

Why?

Do I have to?
We don't have a warrant,

so I guess it's up to you if you
want to show us you're clean.

Or give us every reason
to think you did this.

What makes you think
that I'm involved?

I'm not. I've never seen
this place before in my life.

What have you got for me, Beau?
Make me happy.

Oh, um...

Your hair looks nice?

Okay, so, uh, all the prints,
half belong to the workers

in the warehouse, the other half
aren't in the system.

Jared Ott is not
in the system?

No, neither is my daughter.
The only difference is,

she'd give you a ten card
in exchange for a pudding cup.

Well, if we come up short,

it won't be
for lack of technique.

This is fine work,
Mr. Finado.

I would love to take
credit, but the truth is,

a lot of the shrink-wrap
came in pre-dusted.

Now, you see this clump here?
It came off the slot machines

next to the bodies.

And the trace
isn't the same

as the fentanyl and heroin
we found earlier.

Mm-mm. It's too dark.
What is it?

Uh...

Primarily carbon

and sulfur.

And cycloparaffins

and naphthenes.

Wait a minute,
that sounds like... Asphalt particulates...

Jet fuel?

That can't be right.
The-the dust came off

a shrink-wrapped
slot machine.

You can gamble just about
anywhere in this town,

but I don't think
you can hit a jackpot

on the tarmac of Harry Reid.

Maybe not, but, uh,
look at the signature.

You got trace amounts
of aromatics

a-and olefins.

This has to be jet fuel.

Look, I-I can
confirm it with IXFR.We don't have time.

Okay, well, then, I-I can look
through the spectrometer.

I'd call that a
confirmation, wouldn't you?

So, you folks
had fent and heroin

coming in from overseas,
didn't you?

- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking
about how you

and your friends are running
drugs through the airport.

The slot machines.

Your crew is muling drugs
in from China,

It's more reliable
than the mail,

if you can avoid customs.

I'm gonna wager that
that one slot machine

in that warehouse
was just packed

full of fentanyl and heroin.

So that's it, huh?

Your runners were
skimming product?

You got all that from
a broken slot machine

and a dead Chinese lady?
No, son.

But I could blow that smirk
off your face with the dust

we took off
that shrink-wrap.

We still got
this guy's car, right?

Mm-hmm.

If we find more dust in there...

Okay, well, I don't even know
who these women are.

Well, one of them
was the mother of...

a friend of ours.

And the other woman
that you killed there?

She has the antibodies
of a strain of COVID

that's just starting to roll
through Shanghai, so, uh...

What happened, Jared? Did you
and your friends get shorted?

Is that why
your mules had to go?

I think we're gonna have to dig
deeper into who really owns

this slot machine
repair business.

Is that who told you
to kill these women?

If you think that
I'm gonna talk about him,

you're out of your mind.

Him? Okay, Jared.

Well, you're already talking.

Now, when you say "him,"

who are we talking about?

We don't like phones
in here, honey.

Oh, one minute.

One minute.

Please.

What are you doing?

What did you do?

You idiot.

- What?
- I told you this was a bad idea.

Worked out pretty good.

Uh, for the lamp. Sorry.

You can go.

Walk.

Oh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
you boys is fancy, Kahn.

Are you police?

No.

Not even close today, man.

One of your buds killed his mom.

What are we doing here?

Ask him.

He's the one who made
a dozen trips back and forth

from this place
past week and a half.

You seeing anything?

Yeah, I saw a guard out front.

Had to show my credentials.

Yeah. Well, you're the
one who wanted evidence.

I was just gonna beat
the names out of him.

Yeah, no one needs
to beat anybody.

Shut up, man.

Hey, hey.

All right.

Just tell me what names.

- What do you want?
- Jeanette Folsom. Who did it?

Uh...

Yeah, if that's what
this is all about,

the people
you're after...

Yeah, you're both dead men.

I'm not telling
either one of you a damn thing.

Yes, you will.

I'm not a violent person.

If you expect us
to believe that, Jared,

I think you spend too much time
with heroin addicts.

I think you spend too much time
beating up heroin addicts.

Especially the ones
that don't pay.

You're our prime suspect
for an aggravated assault

out in Sunrise on March 17.

Put a junkie in the hospital.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day.

Read the rest of your file.

I wasn't charged.
We know. If you had been,

your DNA would be on file,
and I'd be on my way to dinner.

Come on.

Tell us who you work for.

Rafael Tarquenio,
the guy who owns that plane.

Is that your boss?

Better start talking, dude.

Rafael, man.

He tell you to do it?

Please.

You don't know
what you don't know.

I know that my mother
was running heroin.

I know that this box cutter

was used to open up
a brick of the stuff.

With Raman spectroscopy
out here in the field,

all I can really tell
is the kind of drugs

that you and your friends
were running.

But back in the lab,
I can match it

to the junk that was
in my mother's blood.

Mm.

How would you
explain that, Kahn?

Explain it? To who?

I don't see a detective,
I don't see a lawyer.

I see an idiot

who kidnapped me,
and his friend

who's about to lose his job.

Bad news.

There were trace amounts
of cycloparaffins

on the steering wheel
of that car you were driving.

That's bad news?

Mm-hmm, for you.
I kind of like it for us.

That means there's more
of that jet fuel.

It helps puts you at the scene.

Jared, you haven't
spent as much time

in this room
as I have.

But this is what it looks like
right before a guy

in that chair confesses.

I need to borrow
some shrink-wrap.

Okay, don't use any of
this. The stuff hanging up?

We think these are the pieces
that the killer

most likely came
into contact with.

Okay.

What are you doing, boss?

Trying to figure out how
hard I have to pull...

Oh,
the murder weapon

left severe bilateral

strap muscle contusions
around the victim's neck.

That suggests that at least
60 to 70 pounds

of pressure
was used in order to...

That's not the question.

The question is how much force
was exerted...

...to stretch these words
out like that.

Why is that the question?

Because I don't think Jared Ott
has the hand strength

to do this.

But the jet fuel.

Ott's a lefty.

You could see it clear as day

in his driver's license signature.

He is nursing his dominant hand.

He can't even hold up
a paper cup of water right now.

Well, if that's the case, then,
well, there goes our case.

Well, at least on
the other victim.

But there could have been
two killers, right?

I know I can make him talk.

But you should get out of here.

How?

- No, no.
- He knows who killed her, man.

She was my mother!

Your mother...

You got to take care of her.

She's your blood.

Blood's all that matters.

What is this?

Wha...

Hey. Hey.

Hey, hey, listen.

Listen. No, no.

Let's just-- No, no, no, no.

G-Get off me, man.

Come on, man.
Just-- I don't know anything.

Here we go.

Oh, come on.

God. Come on, man.

Where do you think I'm going?

I-I can't feel my hands.

I know.

You're welcome.

Oh, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What did you do?
- Uh-oh.

What did you do... Look.

Now, that's
my radial artery

and my ulnar vein.

Yours don't work anymore.

Fols, man.

This wasn't supposed to... You have

until that puddle

is five feet wide.

Tell me who killed my mother.

Huh?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

You're not gonna let me--
You-you wouldn't...

It's already done!
Now, if I don't apply pressure,

it's over.

Who killed my mother?

Dude, you don't
want to do this... We'll try again. Shut up!

Now, was it Rafael Tarquenio?

You got to start talking, man.

I wish Folsom was here
to make sense of this mess.

Penny. Is that...

Okay, if there were two killers,
then maybe

they struck at the same time.

Although there's not really
room for that, unless...

What's that say?

Beau and I couldn't
make sense of it.

Looks like transfer

from, I don't know,
a shipping sticker, maybe?

Tell you what.
We can still find out.

Kind of an important interrogation

going on over there.
What gives?

We thought we'd give
you some fresh ammo.

All right, boss,
- heat gun's ready.
- Mm-hmm.

I've never melted a
murder weapon before.

Okay-- uh, that's not exactly
the goal, though, right?

I know. I know, I know, I know.

We should be
okay, all right?

This stuff is linear
low-density polyethylene.

It-it's a crystalline polymer.
Now, at room temperature,

you bend it,
it's gonna hold.

But its transition
temperature is much higher.

- How much higher?
- Most plastics like this,

about 230 degrees Fahrenheit,

but that's where
- your idea is genius.
- Uh-huh.

If we heat it up, it-it's
gonna want to snap back

into its original shape.

- And the ink?
- Um...

I don't know.

That's not a good answer.

It's the truth.

I-I mean, if you give me
a few more days, I...

We don't have a
few more days.

This is Folsom's mother.
We need answers now.

Okay, whether the ink burns
at a lower temperature or not,

we have to try this.

Let's record it.

Go.

No.

Tell me you got that.

Is that "R. Tar...

Tarquenio"?

I bet that "R"
stands for "Raphael."

Four years ago,

Raphael Tarquenio gave me this.

Major narco trafficker.

One of my least favorite
human beings of all time.

LVPD doesn't like him, either.

It looks like the DEA has
taken an interest, too.

Maybe they can help us find him?

- I know where to find him.
- Tell me.

You see the suffix

- on the ZIP Code?
- Uh-huh.

It's an airport code.

All right, people,

I think there's a trip
to the airport

in our future.

- Please, please don't do this.
- We are getting close, Kahn.

- Tell me.
- I-I don't know

who killed her, I-I don't,
I don't know who ordered it.

- I don't know anything.
- Four feet.

Uh... It is not an exact science.

O-Okay. Okay, okay.

Rafael.

Mm-hmm.
Rafael h-had
his nephew do it.

Who's his nephew?

I don't know him.

Are you kidding me?

You're gonna get cute
about the bagman?

- Okay.
- No, I-I...

I-I don't know-- don't
know his real name. Uh...

Z-Z. He goes by Z.

That's not a name,
that's a letter.

Is he a dealer? 'Cause I saw her
with a guy last night.

He-he drove a gold
Mercedes convertible.

That his car?

I swear to God.

Kahn! Hey.

I swear to God, man,
he's gonna let go again.

Come on.

Come on.

No, let him bleed.

Gonna talk now?

I'm-I'm sorry, man.

I didn't think
he'd really just...

Trey. Trey, stop, stop, stop.
Let me handle it.

What? What?

You're not dead, Kahn.
I mean, you gave up your boss,

so I don't love
your long-term prospects.

But you're not dead.

Yet.

This nephew who
killed them,

do you know him or not?

I swear I-I don't.

I don't-- I don't.
P-Please don't-don't do this.

Do what?

- Aw.
- W-What is that?

This is my mother's blood.

Not yours.

And you... are just fine.

And everything that
you shared with us is...

very appreciated.

It was you.

No. No, no.

No, no.

Yo! Fols.
What is it, man?

She couldn't stop you.

And now, you can't stop me.

Penny. Is that
an engagement ring?

Uh, yeah.

He, um, he asked,
and I said yes.

Who? Who's the guy?

Well, you know him.

Come on, guys.

Okay, let's go.

Hey.

What?

Hey, son, you know
where Calisco Ranch is?

You rodeo?

No, this is
a show horse.

We got a jump lesson up there.
Missed a turn.

Although, hon,

this would be a pretty nice
place to ride, wouldn't it?

Calisco's about a mile
that way, off the main road.

Hey, can you go find
your mom or dad?

Tell them I want
to make them an offer.

I don't want
to move, sir.

Go on, son.
Go get them.

You gonna build a new one?

That thing sure
fetched a pretty penny.

Be a lot harder without Grandad.

You can do it.

You can do anything.

He was so proud of you, Josh.

Almost as proud as I am.

To Grandaddy.

Gone too soon.

What are you doing here?

Joshua, why?

I...

Josh, you have to
come with us now.

I found him.

Don't. Don't say anything.

Just walk to me.

I found him.
I found the guy who did it.

We know.

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