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Mom, what's this?

You're using again.

♪ Little piece
of window sittin' ♪

♪ Way up high

♪ I can't look up enough

♪ To see the sky

♪ There ain't no good light
here below... ♪

We're gonna find the people
who did this.

Josh, what are you
planning to do

when you find your mom's deale?

♪ Death row

♪ Don't want no
preacher man to ♪

Who posted my bail?

♪ Come around

Kahn Schefter will know.

♪ I don't need him...

Jeanette Folsom.
Who did it?

Was it Raphael Tarquenio?

- No!
- It was you.

♪ I already told Jesus

♪ Everything I know

♪ Death row

♪ Death row

Kahn worked for
Raphael Tarquenio.

Major narco trafficker.

♪ When it's time for my

♪ Last request

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

We know.

♪ Tell my mama that
I did my best. ♪

Josh. Josh.

Josh.

- Are you ready?
- I'm not.

I need a little more time.

Come on, please.

Labs came back.

The DNA under your mom's nails
was Kahn Schefter.

I know.

He killed her.

Joshua, you haven't denied it.

I'm sorry, Max.

I think I better not say
anything else right now.

Okay, we've got no cameras,
LVPD canvass was a bust,

and nobody saw any suspicious
activity in the area

around the time
Kahn's body showed up.

That's too bad.

Or not. It's good?

Depends if you think
they saw

Folsom heaving a corpse
into this dumpster.

No, it doesn't depend.

We don't have
a choice.

We have to figure
out what happened.

Did Allie leave the scene?

Where the heck is
our actual supervisor?

Yeah, I don't know
where she is.

Seriously, I take one day off
and all hell breaks loose.

Can someone tell me why Folsom
is a prime suspect here?

Who's the victim?

Well, the victim's name is
Kahn Schefter.

A dancer from the club in there
found the body

and recognized him 'cause
apparently he's a regular.

The not-so-dearly departed
was a big fan of

lap dances and heroin
distribution.

We think that he was
working with the dealers

that Folsom's mom
was tied up with.

We also think
Kahn killed her.

Oh, could you open this?

Do you see the missing skin?

We found that under
Jeanette Folsom's fingernails.

But we don't arrest people
for having motives.

No, Folsom was working
this case off the books.

He flashed his credentials
outside of an airport hangar

where Max found
a bloody box cutter.

Kind of thing that would
make marks like those.

You find Folsom's prints
on the weapon?

No, he was probably
wearing gloves.

Beau.

We don't know that it was him.

Listen, if the killer,
whoever it was,

left a trace of himself
somewhere,

then it might still be
in the dumpster,

so we need to get that
back to the lab.

You can trust me.

I'm sorry.

Maybe that's a good sign.

Hmm?

Serena. She's fired up.

She wants to work the case.

Maybe she's got some reason
to think that Folsom's innocent.

Yeah, same reason she's off the
case. She's in love with him.

Yeah.

Makes fools of us all.

You think he did it?

I don't know, Max, I mean,

last time I saw him,
he was hurting.

Yeah?

Dr. Roby, Catherine...
tough night.

Yeah, you said it, Bobby.

I mean, Undersheriff Zhao.

Oh, it's okay.

I'm still getting used
to it myself.

This is one of those days
I wish I'd turned the job down.

I have to make
some admonishments.

- A formality.
- We know.

We've got to run
a very tight game on this matter

involving Mr. Folsom.

- Who do you have on it?
- Uh, all hands.

Our shift supervisor
Allie Rajan is on point,

but I'll be supervising
personally.

"Personally."
That's the fear, right?

I'm not saying
you're conflicted out.

Aside from Detective Chavez,

I'm not pulling anyone
on this, but...

Come on. I have my own copy
of the manual.

Just highlighted some
sections to keep in mind.

Nobody upstairs wants
another scandal around here.

I think it'd be
a good idea if you and I

were shoulder to shoulder
at the press conference.

Hold on. You don't need
to go on camera tonight.

No one in the press is even
aware of this yet.

I have been instructed
to get ahead of this.

We all have our orders.

But there's no hard evidence.

Hell, there's not even a charge.

He's gonna get tried
in the press.

Max, he's gonna get
tried in court.

You may not be aware.

Yesterday, after you
sent him home,

Josh Folsom went and posted bail

for a man he helped arrest.

Some kind of foster
brother of his.

Are you familiar
with Trey Cahill?

Is this a joke?

Is this your first day
on the job or something?

You can't find it?

- No, ma'am.
- It's a silver Maserati.

What do you mean,
you can't find it?!

Donna, keep your voice down.

My name is Dana.

It's Dana!

Dana... if you don't
lower your voice,

they'll never find you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Tarquenio.

I don't know
what is going on, but I...

You were supposed to
keep my car up front.

Right here.

Where is it?

What in the actual...?

Josh...

look at me.

You shouldn't be here, Allie.

Neither should you.

You didn't do this.

Am I wrong?

Allie... You shouldn't have
bailed out Trey.

You should have known what
would have happened, but

you're not...

You wouldn't...

I know who you are.

It was Trey.

You don't know that.

Maybe you don't know that.

But you're worried about it,
and you're not gonna let him

take the fall.

What if it wasn't Trey?

What if it was Kahn's people?

You have a job to do.

I can't help you.

Just tell me where he is.
Where is Trey?

Oh.

♪ 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!

If I stole a $200,000 car
from a drug lord,

you know what I would
probably not do?

Crash it
into a frozen yogurt shop?

Crash it into
a frozen yogurt shop.

Well, this wasn't a joyride.

Front end censors are disabled,
fuel line's been cut,

there's a trail of gas, and...

look.

Oh, that explains the lack
of a dead driver.

Trey's not a genius, but he's
too smart to blow himself up.

Everyone
at the station's buzzing.

You got a matching VIN to
Raphael Tarquenio's stolen car?

Police report said
it was towed,

and Trey's a tow truck driver,
so, we thought... you know?

Wasn't enough
to take out Jeanette's killer.

Now Trey's going kamikaze
against the boss who ordered it.

I'll update the ATL on him.

You should not be the one
to make that call.

And why not?

I'm a cop.

This is a crime scene.

The undersheriff
took me off

Folsom's case,
not every case, Max.

Now is not the time to get cute.

Come on.

You saw Josh.

He looked--

I don't know-- almost surprised
when we took him in.

What if he's covering
for Trey?

That'd be just like him--

protecting his friend.

Look, I don't want
to believe that... I know.

But belief has no place
on my crime scene.

And today, neither do you.
Sorry.

Josh is never going
to flip on Trey.

If you don't find him... We will.

Hey, boss?

- Yeah.
- You got to come see this.

If you're a fan of variety,

you've come to the wrong yogurt
shop-- only two flavors here.

Heroin and fentanyl.

A foreclosed storefront.

Pretty clever place
- to stash your drugs.
- Oh.

I think it's more
than a stash house.

They set up for cutting
and repackaging here.

I don't suppose
Raphael Tarquenio

is conveniently listed
as the owner of this place?

Paperwork isn't gonna be
enough to prove why Trey chose

this place for
a demolition derby.

Tarquenio's only
on the books

as the victim
of grand theft auto.

If you want to change
that, you better find

something smaller here

than a burned-out Maserati.

- Penny, time for triage.
-Be right there.

Beau, I'm gonna swab
every surface here.

I want you to go back
to Tarquenio's hangar

and do
the same thing.

Catherine's finishing up there,
loop her,

let's see if we can
make a connection.

Oh, that's a lot
of drugs.

Pen, we're going to be
partnering up. Is there any

professional or personal reason

why I shouldn't assign you
to work with Chris?

Chris? Heck no. I love Chris.

Then I want you to go back
to the lab and help him process

the dumpster
that Kahn was found in.

Let's hit it, guys.

Any reason you're worried about
pairing Chris and Penny up?

No, just thought, "Speak now
or forever hold your peace."

They're gonna be partners.

Forever?

One broken lock.

One bloody
box cutter.

Absolutely zero
fingerprints anywhere.

Everything got a wipe-down.

You ever seen Folsom's locker?

Spic and span.

Yeah, don't go there, partner.

You want me
on photos or luminol?

I'll spray.
You click.

Hey, it looks like Kahn
was being paid

as a vendor
through a legit business.

Anything here
connect to Jeanette?

Raphael Tarquenio's
a lot of things,

but careless
ain't one of them.

What is your history
with this Tarquenio guy, anyway?

Uh-oh.

Oh, I'm pretty sure that's
picking up bleach, not blood.

That amount of ammonia
in a giant wiped-up circle?

Right where Max
found the bloody box cutter?

Could be where Kahn bled out.

Nope. All I can say
for certain

is this man
did not bleed to death.

-Really?
- Cause is still TBD,

but it is definitely
not exsanguination.

I mean, there
got to be at least

a dozen lacerations here.

Superficial, and, you'll note,

the skin is too pink.

If he bled out,
he'd be blue.

- So this was just cruelty.
-Torture.

And it's not just the cuts.

He's got burns and bruises
on both arms,

ligature marks
on both wrists.

Kahn was bound twice.

Once by something hard--
maybe a zip tie-- and once

with rough cordage,
probably a rope.

Wonder why.
While we're stacking mysteries,

take a gander at his shoulders.

Severe posterior dislocation

- in the left and right.
- Both of them?

It's weird.
There's no external markings.

No bruising on the skin.

So, are these
all of Kahn's clothes?

Yeah. Uh, watch out,
they're fragrant.

Shoulders of this jacket
show no signs

of damage.

No, just dumpster juice
like the rest of them.

Maybe one of these
stains can tell us

- where he was killed.
- Folsom won't tell you?

What makes you think
Folsom would know?

Told you.

Gentlemen, just
let me know what you find

when you finish
cutting, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Hold on.
What am I feeling?

Under your glove?

Um... an engagement ring.

Are you messing with me?
You said you've been on, like,

three dates with this
mystery dude.
Five.

The drinks at NoMad are strong,
and when we woke up...

This is like the plot
of Hangover 4.

I don't know.

I don't know
if it'll stick.

I really like him,

but I just haven't
told anyone who it is yet.

Wow. Well, I will keep

your super weird secret safe,

I guess. I'll be cool.

You know, Beau actually
thought it was you.

I won't be cool
for long.

Okay, people,
Max had a brainstorm.

We've got Kahn's clothes.
We've got the dumpster.

You tell us which stains
came from the stuff in there

and which didn't.

The ones that didn't
tell us where he fell dead.

Ooh.

Ooh.

I count 87 stains

on Kahn's clothing, or maybe 63.

There's a lot of overlap.
Gonna have to get topographical.

I think I can beat that.

Got about a thousand right here.
I stink.

Today stinks.

How's Folsom?
Quiet.

If we want answers, we're gonna

have to find out
where it all went down.

Or find Trey.

I mean, is he still out there

waging his own private war
against Raphael Tarquenio?

I think Catherine's
planning one of her own.

Heard she found
a friendly judge.

I'm looking
for Raphael Tarquenio.

That's my uncle.

I'm his nephew.

Yeah, that's how it works.

I don't know
where he is.

Catherine Willows.

How's the arm?

Found him.

How long has it been?

Not nearly long enough, Raphael.
Here. Have a warrant.

What's this?

I was the victim
of a crime last night.

Yeah, yeah.
Did you hear the good news?

We found your car
in your stash house.

Judge agreed we ought to
come take a look around.

Wow. You're way off.
I don't have a stash house.

How about a pantry?

Hey.

Why are you
raiding my... Sir.

Why are you
raiding my kitchen?

It's okay.

Because we think someone
did a lot of bleeding

in your hangar,
and someone else

did a lot of cleaning up
with bleach.

If we find a match... RAPHAEL: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is cleaning a misdemeanor
or a felony these days?

Destroying evidence in a capital
case? That'd be a felony.

Look, I know that you don't do
any of the dirty work, Raphael,

but how many guys
would you trust

with something bloody?

Hey, big guy,
seem a little nervous.

If you ever want to talk
when your uncle's not around,

you give us
a call, okay?

He's not nervous.

He's sweating
because he likes

his hummus spicy.

What about running drugs?
Does he like that, too?

Hey, Zach, the name
"Jeanette Folsom"

mean anything
to you?

She was one
of your uncle's drug mules.

Got murdered
for skimming.

No? How about
Kahn Schefter?

You're out of line.
Kahn was a friend.

We did business together.

Legitimate business.

I run a construction company

and own an
import/export business.

That's it.

I wonder why all this
is happening to you.

My car was torched. My friend

was killed.

Now, are you gonna find the
people responsible or not?

Anyway, Fols,
just call me back, man.

Little worried
I haven't heard from you.

I'm, uh, thinking about
taking a little, uh...

little trip.

Thought you might want
to come along.

Tarquenio's got his people
looking for us.

Uh, call me.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Trey, it's me.

I just want to talk.

Right. Yeah,
I can tell.

I'm not here to arrest you.

I was thrown off the case

after we took Josh in.

You arrested Folsom?

Oh, you two are so right
for each other.

Does he belong in prison, Trey?

What makes you think I know?

You're the one
who kidnapped Kahn.

You knew he worked
for Tarquenio.

You stole the car

and crashed it.

I don't think any of this
was Folsom's idea.

You're right.

But so what?

You think the cops
will even believe me?

You're such a coward.

Josh is done

unless you straighten this out.

You're always saying
he's family, Trey.

That just talk?

- Max.
- Hold on.

You're really gonna
- want to hear this.
-Just a minute.

PCR's gonna do its thing here,
and we're gonna be able to prove

it was Trey who sent
that Maserati...

Trey Cahill
just turned himself in.

He says that he killed
Kahn Schefter.

Really?

But there's a problem.

Trey didn't do it.

He's lying.

He's trying
to protect me.

Joshua, please. Listen...

Don't listen to him.

He has no idea
what happened to Kahn.

I'm the one
with the drug arrests.

You know I stole Tarquenio's car

and blew it up.

I mean, who are you
gonna believe here?

This whole thing is just a mess.

And you are just
making it worse.

You're covering for each other,
lying to the...

Okay, okay. Okay. Look at me.

Trey's the reason
I didn't kill Kahn.

No!

When I realized that
he murdered my mother...

- Let him bleed.
-...he stopped me.

So when did this happen?

I mean, he was upset, right?
But you know Folsom.

He would never...
He can't.

I made sure he got out of there,
but then I doubled back.

That part is true. We both left.

But then...?

All I can say is, I know

it wasn't Trey
who did it.

There's only one way
you could know.

Don't-don't let him do this.
Don't let him

- go down based on a lie.
-Oh, don't worry.

Both of your testimony
is worthless.

We don't know
who to believe, Trey.

- Max.
-I'm shutting this down.

You cannot be in here
without a lawyer.

He's lying.

Not another word!

I'm going to find out what
happened to Kahn.

And you're not gonna say
another word until I do.

It didn't go down quite the way
we thought it did.

If I can direct
your attention

to the coronal sectioning.

Wow, that is gorgeous work.

Mr. Schefter had
a hemorrhagic stroke.

You can see the clot
that cut off the blood flow

to the ventromedial
prefrontal cortex.

- That's a whopper.
- Mm.

But you are not saying that
this was a natural death.

No, I certainly
couldn't say that.

There's nothing natural
about the shoulders.

Or the abrasions
to his wrists.

Or the shriveling
of his carotid artery.

Someone placed this man

under enormous stress
and essentially

broke his brain.

A torture-induced stroke.

I've never seen that before.

The box isn't
on any of our forms.

But there's your cause of death.

As for the precipitating
factor, the...

cause of the cause,
so to speak, well,

I'm afraid your guess
is as good as mine.

And we know
it wasn't any of these

'cause they were all made
post-mortem.

Someone was selling you an M.O.

Maybe that's why they left
that box cutter.

For what it's
worth, I don't think

that Mr. Folsom
would ever imagine

that I would fall
for such hackery.

Something doesn't add up.

So where are we?

Any of that crud
left by the killer?

Color me skeptical.

So red is rust
from the edge of the dumpster.

Pink is fetid garbage water.

A lot of shrimp cocktail
- from the strip club.
- Delicious.

Green is mold from some
old lumber that was tossed in,

and the as-yet-to-be-
determined stains which were

mostly topographically
toward the bottom,

are in our default color...
puce.

"Puce"?

We love puce.
We're the Puce Squad.

Did you know it was Marie
Antoinette's favorite color?

I need you to solve
the puce problem.

Where are the
mystery stains from?

Nothing in the dumpster,
we don't think.

Most of it was already covered
up when he was tossed in.

All the more reason
to think they could

lead us to the
murder scene.

We can't just settle for
whatever the GCMS spits out.

I want FTIR, Raman,
and electron microscope.

Whoa, wait, that's gonna
take forever, at least--20 to life?

That's what Folsom's looking
at if we don't figure out

who really killed
Kahn Schefter.

I thought Trey said that--

They're covering for each other.

For all we know,

it's a big mistake.

Could've been one of
Tarquenio's people.

I'm... so sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

It's okay to be emotional.

No, I-I'm okay.

And GCMS results
should be in.

I'll be back.

Pen's in a weird place
right now.

- It's not just the case.
- I saw the ring.

Apparently she woke up
engaged two days ago.

She won't even tell me
who it is. It's weird.

Hmm.

You know,
your eyes are red, too.

Long day.

Come on, little fella.

You just can't be
popping and locking.

You got to break something
for real now.

Just the woman
we're all looking for.

The district attorney

sent me to see how
your report is coming.

What's the delay?

She wants to charge.

The D.A. could charge
this case

whenever she wants to charge.

My report...
will have all the facts

when I hand it over.

I wish that were so, Max.

But you don't have
all the facts.

What do you mean?

There's an errand
I have to run.

You should come with me.

You'll have to forgive me,
but I wanted you to watch this

in the presence of my attorney,
Mr. Gettleman.

What is this?

You didn't tell them?

I don't know, either, sir.

Uh... the mayor called me,
told me to bring

- Dr. Roby and Catherine.
- Okay.

Well...

uh, well,
I'm doing my part

as a friend of the deceased.

As a person who's also
been wrongfully accused.

As a citizen really.

Anyway.

Enjoy.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, well,
there's no more after that

until you folks show up.

But don't take my word for it.

You can have the tape.

Why did you invite us out here?

You could've just sent
the tape with him.

Well...

I guess it wasn't
very nice of me.

But you harassed me.

My family.

I guess I just wanted to see...

Yeah.

That look on your face.

So how long
are you gonna wait

before you charge
these criminals?

They're getting charged today.

Today.

You look terrible.

You're sweet.

I'm worried about you.

I'm not your problem anymore.

Um...

they took me off your case.

But I-I hear things.

You won't speak up
in your own defense?

Josh, you're being
arraigned today.

Murder One.

I know you want to protect Trey,
but your whole life

is on the line.

Do you get that?

Wake up!

I'm wide awake, Serena.

The D.A. has video
of you and Trey

leaving the hangar
with Kahn.

You're looking
at 20 to life

unless you tell me
what happened next.

Josh, please.

Give me something.

Anything.

What were you doing out there
where we found you?

I don't know.

A magnet was pulling me
out there, where I grew up.

I wanted to be with her.

I drove past
our movie theater.

The park
where my granddad taught me

to throw a baseball.

The ice cream shop
in Red Rock she loved.

Wait.

Y-You went to Red Rock?

That means
you didn't have time to--We're done here.

Josh. You have to tell them.

Josh!

Max.

- This better not be about Folsom.
- It's about Folsom.

I went to see him,
I got him to talk.

Between the time
they went to the hangar

and the time we
found him, Josh says

he drove out to Red Rock.
If Josh drove all the way

out here before going
to the water tower here,

when did he have
time to kill Kahn

and dump him here?

- What do you think?
- I think it's not enough.

Timeline theories
and solo drives are

not gonna be enough
to get Joshua off the hook.

We need proof
of who killed that man.

So you're going to solve
this with what, a cartoon?

This is a kinesthetic
wireframe model.

And I am trying to make sense

of how Kahn's shoulders

got dislocated.

He had no external bruising
on his shoulders,

but the autopsy revealed

extensive damage to
his teres minor muscle

and the infraspinatus tendon.

Those words mean nothing to me.

I don't think Kahn's injuries

were caused by somebody
beating on him.

I think that Kahn
dislocated his own shoulders.

While writhing in pain.

You'd have to be
in serious agony

to dislocate
your own shoulders.

- What causes that kind of pain?
- You know, I don't know.

But the answer
to that question

just might tell us
who killed him.

Allie, so it finally happened.

Josh was officially charged.
Bail hearing tomorrow.

He can't afford bail unless
he closed out his bank account,

sells his car.

He's still got
that horse, right?

Kings Gambit?
Dennis.

He renamed it.

I mean, who names

a horse Dennis?

Don't start crying on me.

- You'll get me going, too.
- Oh, no.

I'm okay. I'm just irritated.

Something in the dumpster's
stinging my eyes.

Also I have some bad news.

- Hmm?
- Chris and Penny sourced

five of the six mystery stains
from Kahn's clothing.

They came from in here.

So we're down to one that
could've come from the killer?

That piece of wood lay

diagonal across levels one

through four.
Kahn was laying right on it.

There's some liquid there
that either came

from his jacket
or vice versa.

Smell that.

Smells like alcohol.

Mm, alcohol
in a strip club dumpster.

Not exactly shocking.

Except the kind
of alcohol you drink

when exposed to sunlight,

it does not

turn into paint thinner.

Bottle six.

Not chemically identical.

Bottle seven.

Not chemically identical.

- Bottle eight.
- Beau, you sound
a little frustrated.

Oh, I'm a lot frustrated, boss.

None of the cleaning products
we found in Tarquenio's mansion

were the ones used
on the floor of the hangar.

How's GCMS treating you?

I got ethanol
denatured with chloroform.

That would explain why the paint
on the wood was stripped.

The chloroform decomposed
into dichloromethane

after it was hit
by sunlight.

Yeah, but chloroform is
poisonous if ingested.

So it didn't come from the
cocktails that Kahn drank.

Well, then what was it doing
on his jacket?

I don't know.

But I know where I might
find some more of this stuff.

Well, that was a big
ole swing and a miss.

- I'm not finding any ethanol.
- Or chloroform.

Or ethanol denatured
with chloroform.

You know, I thought
your eyes were irritated

because you were
upset about Folsom,

but mine are bugging me too.
Can I borrow those eyedrops?

Mm-hmm, I thought it was
something in the dumpster.

But I feel it here, too.

This won't help.

- What is that?
- That's the stem of a pepper.

A Carolina Reaper, I think.

- World's hottest pepper.
- And how do you know that?

I've gotten addicted
to those videos

of celebrities
answering personal questions

while eating hot wings.

I like it
when they cry.

Why would a pepper stem be here?

Guys, come with me.

48 peppers
- and that's all we get?
- It's plenty.

Pure capsaicin
packs a punch.

How much of a punch
really, though?

Here.

Dab some on your tongue.

You're the skeptic.

Ah.

Oh!

- What--?
- Sorry, Chris.

Drink some milk!

I think someone made
a batch of capsaicin

and used it to kill Kahn.

Clearly,
it's very spicy,

but can hot sauce
kill a man?

Hot sauce can't.

It only has
5,000 Scoville units.

But this is capsaicin.

It has nearly
15 million Scoville units.

Too much in the body can cause
degeneration of brain tissue.

Way too much can cause
an hemorrhagic stroke,

which is what killed Kahn.

But I read
the autopsy report.

There was no capsaicin
in Kahn's stomach.

Maybe he didn't eat it.

I guess now's not the best
time to ask, but...

when are you two
getting hitched?

- How did you know?
- Blood tox reports.

Jack always calls you
about blood toxicology reports.

I mean, no one
needs a UV light

to see the vibes
between you both.

People have a hard time
hiding their feelings.

We haven't set
a date just yet.

I'm licensed
to officiate weddings.

- Just saying.
- That's great.

But we're gathered
here today to...

Are you sure we're
gonna see anything?

I mean, even
if he was injected,

his body might have already
processed the capsaicin,

in which case--

Never mind... You were right.

He was injected.

Whoa.
Can you imagine the pain?

There's no way Joshua
would've done this.

Question is, who did?

You're telling me that this
is what killed Kahn?

- Spicy pepper juice?
- Capsaicin isn't juice.

It's a neurotoxin.

Direct exposure can cause
burns and blindness.

Ask Chris.
He had a taste.

The man's still
chugging milk.

But the killer didn't
feed it to Kahn.

He pumped it
into his veins.

When the capsaicin coursed
through Kahn's body,

it shrank nerve endings,

shriveled arteries
and killed neurons.

Blood flow to his brain
was restricted.

It caused a fatal
hemorrhagic stroke.

Well, it couldn't have
happened to a nicer guy.

But this doesn't get
Folsom off the hook.

No, but I was
with him that night.

He was a mess. There was no way
he was cooking this up.

And let's not forget
we found a Reaper stem

at Tarquenio's stash house.

Circumstantial,
but suggestive.

Actually, I think
I might have a suspect.

Raphael's nephew.
Zach Tarquenio.

I think I might've seen him
destroying evidence.

Okay, people,
let's hit it.

We're looking
for ethanol denatured

with chloroform.

We find it,
we've found our killer.

The Ramans are calibrated.

Point and shoot.
Happy hunting.

What is this?
Some sort of a joke?

You know, the last person

in your job made
the same mistake.

That sounds like a threat.

Did Kahn Schefter

find out what happens
to somebody

who lands on your bad side?

I was in San Diego
the night he died.

Who says we're here for you?

Max?

Yeah.

Look at the arm.
The scratches.

It's right where you'd
tie someone down.

And there's a small fiber here.

This chair was broken
and glued very recently.

This is where
- it happened.
- Where what happened?

Where Kahn Schefter
was murdered.

You said your
nephew is the only

other person
who lives here, right?

What'd you give to CSI?

Nothing. You-you got
to believe me.

That's the problem.

I don't.

I-I don't know
where Zach is.

He took off yesterday.

Didn't tell me
where he was going.

What a coincidence.

I'm actually
- starting to worry.
- Don't worry, Raphael.

'Cause we're gonna find him.

And when we do,

we'll be sure to give him
a nice set of handcuffs.

Hey. I had a photo.

My mother.

A woman with red hair.
It's not here.

Sorry.
I don't fill the envelopes.

Just hand them out
at discharge.

Hey.

I want to, um...

I want to say thank you
for-for believing in me.

I know it wasn't easy.

- You're upset.
- You know, I don't know
what I am, Joshua.

I mean,
I thought I knew you.

I thought I knew you
as well as my own blood.

I-I know, I know
you're disappointed.

Mm, and I know you've been
through hell.

Losing your mom...

I mean, my-my heart...

My heart breaks for you.

But the lines...

The lines you crossed...

I'm not sure you're gonna
keep your job, Josh.

Isn't that
your decision?

No.

It's not.

And even if it was...

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Not now, Joshua.
Not now.

Hey. Hey, man.

Can I have a word
with Mr. Cahill

- before you take him in?
- Okay.

Murder charges got dropped.

Yeah, Tarquenio cleaned up
his own mess.

I'm glad they got you out.

You're way too soft
for this place, man.

I'm probably gonna be
here a minute.

They found my prints
in Tarquenio's car.

Oops.

I'm facing GTA,
destruction of property...

I know we aren't good
right now.

But you were there for me
when I needed you.

I didn't do it for you.

No, I know. I know.

But, uh...

I still owe you, Trey.

All right, that's enough.

Let's go.

We're family, Fols.

You might've
forgotten that.

I never did.

Trial by fire there today.

You did good.

I was a little skeptical
about pairing folks up, but...

it worked out pretty well.

I'm glad you approve.

That's how I'm gonna
run my shift.

I'm sorry,
what do you mean?

Catherine will work with Beau,
and Chris with Penny.

It's all set.

So, permanently?

Folsom and I worked
together for years.

That's what made me
the CSI I am.

I want my people to feel
the same support.

Mm. Allie, we don't really do
permanent partners here.

I find it's best
to keep things fluid--

But it's my shift
to run, right?

You picked me.
Now you have to trust me.

Partners. You'll see.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just got a call
from Raphael Tarquenio.

You need to come with me.

Ladies.

My nephew has something
to tell you.

I'm, uh...

I'm here to, uh...

I killed Kahn Schefter.

I acted alone.

He called me the other night,
freaking out.

Demanded I pick him up
at his apartment.

He disrespected me, and...

So, we're supposed to believe
this was your idea?

That you acted alone?

Yeah.

Come on.

I have to admit
I'm embarrassed, Ms. Willows.

I was dismissive
of your earlier efforts.

And I shouldn't have been.

I trust this concludes
the matter?

Oh, yeah.

It's a dark day
for my family.

Oh, but it's a great day
for your business, isn't it?

Yours, too.

CSIs always get
their man, right?

Stay strong, Zachary.

Lord, I hope this doesn't mean
Folsom's gonna take

another run at that man.

He's gonna have
to get in line.

Hey, Raphael.

I'll see you real soon.

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