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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Glad to see
the vest still fits.

Max busted me to level one,
so I'm here

to report to my supervisor
and get my assignment.

Anything else I can do,
let me know.

How about you do what I ask.

I just want to
earn back what we lost.

It's not your trigonometry

or your work ethic
that I worry about.

(grunting)

It's my judgement.

CHAVEZ:
Robert Cuevas worked

in this factory
the last eight years.

You didn't kill him, did you?

JACK:
This robot

hit our victim on the head.

Very hard.
Cliff.

Robert wasn't even
supposed to be

on that side of the building.

(crash)
Cliff?

Maybe the brakes were out.

We're not thinking the AI
somehow did this, are we?

BEAU: Old camera.
Can't wait to see
what's on that film.

If there were any film in here,
it's long gone.

I just know this case
was weighing on you.

Hope you rest a little easier
now that it's closed.

ROBY:
For now, you stay put.

(thunder crashing)

Drive safe, stud.

Call me next time
you're in town.

Yep. See you around.

No tip? Cheapskate.

Hey.

Hey! You dropped something!

(gasps, yelps)

(grunts)

(whimpers)

You're still here?

Your shift ended
four hours ago.

Um, I still need a response

from that email
I sent you yesterday

about the timecards sign-offs...

I'll get to it, soon as I can.
Thank you.

RAJAN:
Shouldn't Ocho go back
from whence he came?

I assume
Mojave Kinematic Designs...

I'm in the middle
of something, hon.
Oh.

Okay.

* *

ALICIA:
Corry. Corry. Corry.

(distorting, slowing):
Corry...

Hang in there, it's about
to get good, I swear.

You've said that about
every episode so far.

Yeah, well, you'll see.
Rod Serling was the GOAT.

Don't say GOAT, Dad.

ALLENBY:
It's all behind you now.

Dad, c-can we pause?

Hey, just one more episode.
Or two.

M-My favorite's coming up...
No, I-I... I-I feel like trash.

Why? What's wrong?
(grunts)

I just need to get some Pepto...

Dad?

Your eye.

(groaning)

Oh... I don't...

Call for help.
Dad?

Dad!

(line ringing)

DISPATCH: Las Vegas Fire and
Rescue. What's your emergency?

(grunts)

Hello? Is anyone there?

Hello, can you hear me?

* *

* 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! *

* *

(indistinct chatter)

CHAVEZ:
So, we've got two victims,
a father and son.

Dad was Harry Pallatine.

He sits on a few
state committees,

got the key to Henderson once.

Looks like
the family's got some money.

CHAVEZ: Yes, indeed.

Now, second victim

was Harry's son Nic.

A junior at Cornell
back for spring break.

There's more than two victims.

Don't forget about us.

RAJAN: What happened to him?

The first two EMTs at the scene
rendered aid for an hour

before calling it.

When they were waiting
for the coroner,

they started feeling sick.
Sick how?

Nausea, vomiting, bleeding.

By the time I got here,

one of them was
already unconscious.

Has anyone been inside since?

Nope. We cleared out.

Good luck in there.

Could be a gas leak.

Uh, that might be best case.

Or could be some kind of
aerosolized poison was released.

Whatever it is,
time for a costume change.

Why don't I stay back here?

You know, interview the EMTs.

Don't be silly.

Yellow looks great on you.

(door opens)

I don't see anything
that screams of "gas leak."

I'll check the air.

There's no
carbon monoxide.

There's nothing unusual
at all, actually.

The air's clean.

CHAVEZ: Whatever it was
could've dissipated.

And maybe it was pumped in?

Something airborne dangerous
enough to kill two people...

...would... surely would
leave something behind.

I don't know any kind of gas
that causes you

to bleed from your eyes.

RAJAN: Me neither.

(scoffs)

If this wasn't gas, then

(shutter clicks)
what was it?

That's weird.
CHAVEZ: What?

FOLSOM:
There's some artifacts
on the picture. I...

I've never seen that before.

Something wrong
with your camera?

I don't think so.

It's not on the screen
or the lens.

It must be something that...

It's radiation.

What?

FOLSOM: These spots--
t-they're radiation particles

hitting the camera sensor.

CHAVEZ: Guys?

I think this dude
was a nuclear expert.

Do these suits protect us
from radiation material?

Uh, we don't have time
to find out.

We got to go. We got to go.

Okay. All right, let's move.

Hey.
Where's Allie?

Uh, no, she's still scrubbing.

The longer the hair,
the longer the decontamination.

Are you okay?

Yeah. We dodged a bullet.
BEAU: A radioactive bullet.

We did a test with an extended
range Geiger-Müller detector.

The radiation dose
that you absorbed

was safe for the five minutes
you were in there.

Best defense against radiation
is limiting the exposure.

You're lucky.
The EMTs were
in there for hours.

They said the Pallatines

died from complete
circulatory collapse.

That's how radiation kills.

Blood pressure drops,
heart stops,

followed by
multiple organ failure.

Even if they had gotten
to the hospital immediately,

Harry and Nic Pallatine
stood no chance.

Okay, we need to figure out
what is causing the radiation,

how it got there
and who put it there.

I-I got to believe
this is about Harry.

He was on the state
nuclear committee.

Maybe somebody took him out
because of his work.

We need to get back in there.

I called the cavalry.

Who's the cavalry?

Nevada's Department
of Radiation Management.

They're gonna monitor the scene

and liaise between
state and federal agencies.

Boss.

I, uh...

I would love to be
in front on this.

Max...

Max, I can handle this. Please.

Okay.

You got to get back
on the horse sometime, huh?

But...

they're the experts,

you're in the sidecar.
Yeah.

Follow their lead.

I don't care how quick, Mike,
no one gets anywhere near

this scene without
proper protective...

That's my son in there.

You have to let me in.

I need to see my son.
Mrs. Pallatine,

it's too dangerous, I'm sorry.

No, I flew here
as soon as I could.

I thought I'd get to see him.

Mrs. Pallatine, I'm Catherine
Willows with the crime lab.

We are very sorry for your loss.

Please, just talk to us.

How long have you
been out of town?

Just a week, in Palm Springs.

I was on a girls' trip
for a friend's 50th.

And are you sure
this was on purpose?

I mean, couldn't it have
been an accident?

We're not sure of
anything just yet.

It is suspicious.

I can't imagine anyone
wanting to hurt my son.

What about your husband?

Harry, too, but he...

he made enemies.

Please understand,

he didn't come from money,
not like,

well...
Like you?

Yes, like me.

I mean, I opened
some doors for him, I...

helped his career a bit.

His position
on the nuclear committee--

I got him that job.
You said he had enemies.

Why?

He supported
the Yucca Mountain plan,

to store nuclear fuel
outside of Vegas.

He thought it was safe
and could provide jobs, but

not everyone agreed,
so he got death threats.

Oh, God.

This is my fault
because I got him that job.

Should I have
done something more

about the death threats?
OFFICER: Folks, we need
to clear this area.

Mrs. Pallatine,
I assure you,

we will do
everything we can

to find out what
happened to your family.

Mike here will take
you someplace safe.

Thank you.

Okay.

CHAVEZ:
Who is that?

That is
the cavalry.

FOLSOM:
What's in this thing-- bricks?

(scoffs)

Lead bricks, correct.
Oh.

You can never have
too many of those things

in this line of work.

Thanks for carrying
that for me.

It's been, like, 16 years
since my last incident,

and it's... Age
has caught up to me.

No, thank you.
We need all the help we can get.

Okay, you remind me
of my nephew.

A handsome genius type?

(chuckling)
And humble. Hmm.

And very enthusiastic
about his work.

Now ours begins, huh?

Poor Harry Pallatine.

I always liked him.
You knew him?

Oh, not well, but, uh,

you know,

the world of nuclear
regulation is small.

And by all accounts,
he was a good man.

Didn't deserve this.

No one does.

Hi. You must be the radiation
management supervisor.

I am.

Angela Hoppe.
Pleasure to meet you.

My team's already
in the neighborhood

scouring for radiation,

but I'm gonna be working here,

keeping us all safe.

Great.
What do you need from us?

Just your patience
and cooperation, really.

My job is to help you
do your job safely.

We have a very specific

incidence response playbook
to work from.

Step one.

Keep these dosimeters
on you at all times.

My team has shut down

all the nearest cell towers
to prevent interference.

Oh, that's why my texts
weren't going through.

If this ever reads

above 25 rads, you turn around.

You exit the area quickly.

Do not pass go,
do not collect $200.

What happens
if you don't leave?
You will get sick.

Just like the EMTs who stayed
too long in the hot zone.

Hot zone?
That's step two.

We establish a hot zone
around the crime scene

using our dosimeter readings.

Inside that perimeter,
only personnel wearing

the class 3 isolation suits
I brought are allowed in.

And only 30 minutes at a time.

* *

Not all of us are as familiar
with these regulations.

Is there a literal playbook?

Just stay close to me.
I wrote it.

Oh.

WILLOWS:
What could be waiting
for us in that house?

HOPPE:
Cesium-137 from
a radiotherapy machine.

Cobalt-60 from a chemical plant.

Metal from a scrapyard.
There's no way to know.

I have seen them all before,
but first things first:

we need to evacuate
this neighborhood now.

Get all the homeowners out.

That is vital.
It has to happen now.

Dr. Roby's already
working on that.

We're gonna stay here,
we're gonna go in.

Mr. Rosner?

(door slams)
(chicken clucking)

Hey, Max, it's not like you
to farm out the science.

And you keep
checking your phone.

Is everything okay?

Why don't we focus on getting
this man out of here.

Mr. Rosner?

What the hell are
you doing, man?

I know you heard the evacuation
order. You got to go.

I got you.
I'm gonna evacuate, of course.

I just need to get

my perishables
down into my bunker.

Your bunker?
Most people
think it's nuts.

But most people only think
what they are told to think.

They take no precautions
for the imminent collapse

of the global system.
Not me.

You're weirded out.

No, no. I'm interested.
You know

what my dearly departed neighbor
did for work.

If you lived next to that
you might prepare, too.

My bunker is safe

from chemical attacks,
nuclear attacks,

airborne
and waterborne viruses...

It seems like you got
a problem with Harry.

Problem? No, I had
a major ideological feud

with that nuke lover.
As far as I'm concerned,

his chickens have finally
come home to roost.

Now, which way do you want me
to evacuate?

FOLSOM:
Five rads here.
Is that dangerous?

It's about eight times
what we absorb

in a year from
the atmosphere alone.

In these suits, for this
amount of time, we're safe.

But if you're within
a yard of this source

for hours, you're
gonna have a bad day.

How do you have
a good day with radiation?

HOPPE:
By being far away from it.

You ever play "hot
and cold" as a kid?

Basically, that's
the game here.

Find the hottest spot,
find the source.

FOLSOM:
5.1 rads, five rads.

It's not hotter or colder.

Yeah, I'm lukewarm, too.
Five, five, five.

4.8 and 5.2 rads
all the way down the hallway.

What are you guys seeing?

The same.
Everywhere.

Was this entire place
dipped in radiation?

PARK:
Here.

And here.

It's funny how you
found enough lab work

to avoid a radioactive
crime scene.

W-What do you mean?
I'm champing at the bit

to put on a hazmat suit.

Isolation suit.

You sound just like Chavez.

Well, she and I share

a keen sense of fashion.
(short chuckle)

How's it going here?

About done inputting

all the dosage readings,
then we'll be able

to see where the radiation's
hottest in the Pallatine house.

Hopefully spot a pattern that'll
point us in the right direction.

Hey, have you noticed
anything strange with Max?

Strange how?

Um, she's been off
the past couple of days.

You don't think

she has a problem with
how I'm running my shift?

No. Max trusts you.

No, she's probably just dealing
with some personal stuff.

Yeah, but if she were,

wouldn't you know? You two
talk about that kind of thing.

Well, we used to.
I mean,

since everything
happened with my mom.

Okay. Ready.

Whoa.
(whistles)

Who says data
can't be beautiful?

This heat map looks
like an early Roy Lichtenstein.

What?
I'm cultured.

The radiation
really is everywhere.

How's that possible?

It's almost like
it's in the walls.

Actually, maybe it is

in the walls. It could
be in the pipes.

Gray water.
Gray water?

Does the house even have
a water reclamation system?

I don't know.
But if it did, any water

that was contaminated
by the source

would just cycle through
the whole house

over and over,
irradiating everything.

That's the bathroom,
isn't it?

Yeah.

How far do you think that is?

Got it.

What's that glow?

Cherenkov radiation.

Charged electrons
passing through water.

It's cracked.
What is that--

cesium from a hospital

or scrap metal or...

It's-it's a uranium pellet.
Uranium?

How the hell would someone
get ahold of that?

There's only one way you can.

From a nuclear fuel rod.

Wait, hang on.

There's something
on the lid.

Oh, my... What?

That sticker...

That's Harry Pallatine.

So, the killer was leaving
us some kind of a message.

How many pellets
are in a fuel rod?

Hundreds.

Well, then whoever
did this-- there's

plenty left for everyone
on this committee.
Yeah.

Hard to believe this is
all because of something

the size of a thimble.
Well, you know what the saying.

It's not the size of the pellet,
it's the motion of the photons.

A motion that
killed two people.

Two people who were
exposed for days

without shielding,
without suiting.

We'll-we'll still
make it quick, yeah?

Oh, for sure.

Hey, how's it going out here?

Don't take another step.
You're fine right there, but...

No, no, no. I'm just
checking in for a second.

It's not every day you have

a mobile nuclear lab
in your parking lot.

So what's that gonna tell us?

Nuclear spent fuel's

a smorgasbord.
Uranium.

Cesium. Barium. Xenon.

You could throw a dart
at a periodic table,

and whatever
you land on's probably

gonna be found in
that fuel pellet.

Each nucleus

in that pellet creates
a huge amount of gamma rays

that fly at the speed of light,
ionizing

and destroying everything
they can in their wake.

Now, this gamma ray
spectrometer--

that's gonna give us
the ratio of photons

to gamma rays,
and that will tell us...

The age of the pellet,
and that way we can

determine the specific
reactor that it came from

and, hopefully, that leads
us right to the killer?

Five points, Mr. Folsom.

Um, I-I did a little reading.

Let me know
when you guys have results.

You got it.

Ready to hold the most dangerous
object on earth?

Uh, I guess so.

("Silence" by Slang Dogs
& Lichwood playing)

I got to hand it to you, Josh.

I've seen a lot of tough guys
lose their backbone

when it comes to radiation.

You... you did great.

Thank you.

What do we have?

The specific isotope
is uranium-235.

Based on the decay rate,
it's about ten years old.

Probably from a North American
light water reactor.

So this should give
LVPD enough to start

narrowing down the search.
Yeah.

(sharp inhale) Mm...
What?

Spent fuel is, like,

under the tightest security
in this country.

How did this go missing?

Are the rest of the people
on the committee safe?

They are in protective
custody, like you.

Is there anything here
that looks familiar?

Uh, not specifically, no.

But Harry did get
some death threats

for his support
of Yucca Mountain.

He told me he wasn't
in danger, but...

Were the death threats
anything you found credible?

Anything you remember?

Uh, no, uh...

he threw them all away. He...

he said it was
a bunch of nonsense.

No one ever took it
into the real world.

Except?

Well, there was Dennis Rosner.

Your neighbor.
You know,

he has enough guns and ammo
in that bunker of his

to stage a federal coup.

He keeps every cent
of his savings in gold

because he thinks the
U.S. dollar's going to collapse.

Maybe he thinks that

killing Harry
would save the world.

Well, LVPD is giving him a look.

They're working up
a whole list, but I'm...

I'm most focused
on how the killer

got on to your property.

I thought we had
the best security system

money could buy.
I...

We never had a single break-in.

I can't figure out
how they got inside.

That's all right.
That's our job.

Am I safe?

How do you know
there isn't another

radioactive source?

Mrs. Pallatine,

believe me, if there's
another source

anywhere in this city,
we will find it.

PARK:
Each of these dots
is a radiation detector.

WLVU, the hospitals,
the air force base.

The range on each
is pretty limited,

but, put them together...

We've got most
of the city covered.

The system was originally
designed to locate dirty bombs

but, thanks to Folsom
and Ms. Hoppe,

we have it dialed in
and looking for uranium-235.

Mm, probably our best shot
of getting a quick answer.

Chavez is calling

every nuclear site
and storage facility

where the pellet could have
been stolen from, but

she's already running into
jurisdictional problems.

Well, if any of the pellets
from the fuel rod are in Vegas,

they'll trip one of the
detectors and, bing-bong-bing,

it'll pop up here.
Chris.

Something's going on
with Max.

You don't think
she's feeling sick

like the EMTs at the scene?

No, I don't think
that's it.

Oh, good.
You had me worried.

There are other reasons
to worry about someone

than them getting blasted with
nuclear radiation, you know.

Mm...

WILLOWS:
So, now that

the uranium is gone,
does that give us

more time in the hot zone?

Well, usually, I'd give us
another 15 minutes,

but since we still don't know
how the source got inside,

we should play it safe.

Playing it safe
and sticky.

It'll take 36 hours

for the house's rad levels
to normalize.

So, unless you want to
end up like those EMTs...

Say no more.
I love my suit.

Just gonna have it
tailored next time.

(Hoppe chuckles)

Sand.

Aw, I didn't see this last time.

Oh, God, I hope
we didn't track it in.

Well, my treads are clean.

Flag it. Come take
a look at this.

What do you got?

That's corrosion

of some kind. I-I saw the same
splotch of this stuff earlier.

Acid, maybe?
Killer could've

used it to open a lock.

All right, time's up.
Coach is subbing us in.

RAJAN:
There's orange slices and juice
boxes back in the tent for you.

FINADO: Not a moment too soon.
I'm wilting.
Be on the lookout

for acid. We found it

in a couple of spots.
FINADO: Good luck.

Hey, welcome back, you two.

FOLSOM: Hey.
(phone dings, vibrates)

Oh. Is that your time?

No, just bad news.

Radiation Management took
custody of the fuel pellet,

FBI and NNSA also

took a look, but no
point of origin yet.

So they can't point us
to the killer?

Well, the best theory
is that a fuel rod

was stolen from
a transport truck.

But that doesn't narrow it down.

Ugh.
I better go.

But I'll be right outside
if you need anything, J, okay?

All right, I'll come find you
when we're done.
Yeah.

You two are

fast friends, huh, J?

It's nice to work with someone

who appreciates what we do.

Well, bet she'd appreciate it

if we found something
left by the killer.

You mean something
that isn't uranium?

PARK:
Normally, this iron capsule

would be enough to
shield the radiation,

but see how it's broken open?

So, what's that residue?
Get a swipe of that.

Could that be... rust?

I don't know.

So, we know that
rust coats iron, right?

When it's been
exposed to elements,

but this looks like something
ate through the capsule.

Yep, the splotch
was acid.

Muriatic acid
strengthened by alum.

Alum's overkill.

Muriatic acid can eat through
any metal on its own.

Maybe the killer used it to
break open the capsule, too?

ROBY:
Nope.

It was bacteria

that broke open the capsule.

Leptothrix, to be exact.

FINADO:
Leptothrix?

(chuckles):
Oh, that's... that's clever.

It's a metal-eating
bacteria.

We used to call it
"sewage fungus" back at Dow.

If the killer put some
in with the capsule

inside the toilet tank,
it was just a matter of time

before the bacteria
chewed through to the metal

and released the radiation.

Like a biological fuse,
takes days.

Plenty of time for our killer
to get far, far away.

Say, to Palm Springs?

Mrs. Pallatine's trip did land
at a very opportune time.

How would she have access
to that kind of bacteria?

Well, you can get leptothrix
from any lab supplier online.

They use it
for all sorts of stuff,

like making dirty water
drinkable.

I know someone who'd be
pretty interested in that.

I'll talk to you,

but there's
no way in hell

I'm giving you my DNA.

What's with the sunscreen, man?

In case you haven't heard,

radiation is running amuck
in Vegas.

We all have to
take precautions.
(dosimeter beeping)

Sunscreen's not even
the worst of it.

I had to liquidate
my chickens.
Liquidate?

Those chickens were
supposed to feed me

when the global food supply

is contaminated.
If they're irradiated--

talk about defeating
the purpose.

I'm not gonna play
make-believe apocalypse.

I want to talk
about your neighbor.

Well, look, I opposed
Harry's policies,

but I would never
hurt anyone.

I'm a survivor,
not a killer.

Tell it to your chickens, man.

Can you pull
your collar back for me?

This is getting
ridiculous.

Oh, God. What-what
have you done to me?

That's not your blood.
What?

(short exhale)

Get me out of here!

Angela.
I must have been exposed.

Angela...
Stay back, stay back.

ROBY: Angela.
No, no, no.

I've been exposed to...
Hold on, hold on.

It could...
This could be nothing.

No, get back.

I'm dead.

I'm dead.

APANA:
We'll continue testing
every few hours

to monitor
your vitals,

but in the first draw,
we noticed

a low level of lymphocytes
in your blood.

Now, it could be any number
of things. Infection,

an immune...
Doctor, you know
exactly what it is.

Lymphocytes are the
first thing to drop when

a body's absorbed
a fatal dose of radiation.

Well, given the environmental
factors that we discussed,

that is a
possibility.

Any news?

Only the bad kind. Hi.

APANA:
We'll check back in a few hours.

I... I checked your suit.

I thought you'd want
to see this.

(scoffs) One tiny mistake.

I always knew the risks.
Everyone else is okay?

Yeah, our tests were clean.

The EMTs are still sick,

but there were no red flags
in their bloodwork, so...

They didn't handle the source.
I did.

You know, you should check

everyone's suits, okay?
And go back to the house and-and

retest everything, make sure
there's no more contamination.

I just don't want anyone else

to end up here.
Is there anything you need?

I just need a ride home.

I...

do not want to die in this room.

I'll take you.

Yeah?

How is she?

She's got days, not hours.
I want another round

of tests for everyone here.

Already ahead of you.
We all retested.

Normal lymphocyte levels,
no signs of radiation damage.

Angela says
that we should

go back to the house
to make sure

that there is no radiation
that we missed.

Yeah, and we still
need to figure out

how the killer broke in.
Whoever did it

brought the muriatic acid
there for a reason.

I'm gonna recheck the locks
to the house.

This woman deserves answers.

Dr. Apana.
Quick question.

* *

Are you sure this
is what you want?

They might be able to
make you more comfortable

in the hospital.
(scoffs)

They'd make me crappy food,
is what they'd make me.

Come on.

I just want to...

bake one last big batch
of cookies and gorge on them

without anyone judging me
till time runs out.

I'm so sorry.

I should have double-checked
the suits, just made sure...

Josh, it-it's not your fault.
That was my job, not yours.

We just couldn't see it.
It was...
Well,

lots of things we can't see
can kill us, not just radiation.

Regret.

The risk we don't take.

I hope you're hearing me,

'cause I'm rooting for you
and Ms. Rajan.

(chuckles)

Are you really gonna spend
your final hours

giving me a hard time?
I might. (chuckles)

Just don't let life
pass you by, you know?

(sniffles)

Ah, that radiation burn
on my leg is making itself felt.

(chuckles)

Need help getting set up
in there?

No, no, no, you've
helped enough. Petri!

(cat meows)

Aw.
Hey, big boy.

Yeah. Thanks for
everything, Josh.

I really enjoyed
working with you.
(purring)

Take good care, huh?

FOLSOM:
What's with the sunscreen, man?

Sorry. Better safe
than radioactive.

Are Beau and Catherine
already inside the house?

Yep. On the hunt
for sand and acid.

We'd love to find
a few more breadcrumbs

on the killer's trail.

Josh.

Your shift doesn't start
for another 45 minutes.

We need to expand the search
to Dennis Rosner's house.

He might have been
using the sunscreen

on his hands to-to hide
radiation burns.

Didn't you get my call?
No.

Hoppe shut down the cell towers

to prevent
dosimeter interference.

It's been a dead zone
ever since.

They're still down?
Are you sure?
Yeah.

For sure.

I got to, uh...

I got to check on something.
I'll be back.

Oh, hey.

There's no acid
on any of the locks.

I'm not seeing
any sand, either.

There's no trail at all.

That's not the only thing

that's gone cold.
The radiation's completely gone.

Got rid of the source,
got rid of the gamma rays.

Well, that's a relief.
I can't wait

to get out of
this damn suit.
Amen.

I guess Hoppe got exposed
before we found the pellet.

RAJAN:
Adios, suits.

I've never been more thankful

to see a zero in my life.

Way ahead of you.

We got sand.

RAJAN:
You think the killer
came through here?

And took out a few
petunias on the way.

What's on the other side?

RAJAN: That would be
Dennis Rosner's house.
Ah.

Right where Folsom
told us to look.

Found the beach.

And more acid.

This doesn't make sense.

What doesn't?
Is this really the
best getaway route?

Shouldn't you be
in an isolation suit by now?

She got an email
in the hot zone.

I'm sorry, what?

Hoppe.
She shut off the cell tower

to prevent
dosimeter interference,

according to her own playbook.
Mm-hmm.

The whole scene's
a cellular dead zone.

Hey.

Oh.

This must be the entrance
to Rosner's bunker.

Lock looks brand new.

Because the killer
dissolved the old one.

And replaced it.

So no one would know
where they'd gone.

Even Rosner
didn't notice.

Are you saying we have
this whole thing backwards?

The killer didn't go through
Rosner's backyard

to the Pallatine house.

They went through
the house

to get to here.

This is the break-in
we've been looking for.

The only way she could have
gotten an email

was through
the house's Wi-Fi, but...

how would she

have the password?

But she said she and Pallatine

knew one another, right?

Yeah, but she just
didn't say how well.

I've been testing the blood
from the tissue Hoppe left,

looking for DNA damage
from radiation.
Mm-hmm.

There is no
DNA damage.

In fact, there's no

human DNA at all.

That tissue's covered
in feline blood from her cat.

She faked her own poisoning.

She was lying to us
the whole time.

Sounds like she could have
killed two people.

I just... I don't know why.

Whoa.

Someone's been down here.
Look.

Yeah.

What have we
got here?

Whoa.

Rosner's end of
the world stash.

There must be millions
worth of gold in these bags.

Hmm.

Not anymore there isn't.

We had the motive wrong.

This was a heist.

So, we got played.

Hoppe knew that
she'd be called in

for a radiological incident

and she used
the playbook that she wrote

to sneak into that nutjob's

bunker and steal all his gold.

Almost all his gold.

She left just enough so Rosner

wouldn't notice right away.

By the time we noticed,

she was gone.

Nobody sees us
nice little ladies coming.

You never expect one of your own

to turn into
Hans Gruber, do you?

What I don't understand is

how did she haul off
all that gold?

I mean, Angela Hoppe's
pretty fit for her age,

but she's still just one person.

She hid it in plain sight.

And I helped her.

Hoppe had total authority over
that uranium pellet.

She probably had me
cart the gold out along with it.

Nobody was gonna
risk opening it.

And by faking her poisoning,

she bought herself
a few hours to slip away

without anyone noticing.

If Hoppe moved the gold
along with the uranium,

then chances are
it was irradiated.

Which means we can track it.

Tracking treasure isn't really
what the system is built for.

Is it gonna work?

It might. We can thank
Ms. Hoppe for that.

She pulled off
the exceedingly rare

accidental Goldfinger maneuver

and blasted all her loot
with radiation.

Just got off the phone with
the folks at WLVU and Nellis.

They got their sensors dialed in

to find some gold
that glows in the dark.

Well, Hoppe helped
set up the system.

She'll know where
all the detectors are

and how to avoid them.
Which is why I sent Beau

and an army of volunteers out

with dosimeters.
They're fanned out

all over the city.
We will find her.

RENEE PALLATINE:
Of course

I know Angela Hoppe. She's
a good friend of the family.

She said she hardly knew Harry.

She's over for dinner
once a month.

We'd laugh about Dennis
and his crazy chickens.

I can't believe I trusted her.

We all feel the same way.
I'm... I'm sorry.

You know,
I-I have calls to make.

Um, if anyone I know
sees her, I'll call.

Just, thank you.
At least now I know.

I know you're
gonna be tempted to

take this personally.
Do not.

She played me like a fiddle.

Yep. She saw
you needed connection,

she exploited it.

That's not on
you, Joshua.

You did a good job.

Thanks, boss.

You'll be all right.

Will you be?

You seemed distant today,
I don't know.

Preoccupied.

Is something
going on with Bryan?

CHAVEZ:
Hey, we got a hit.

I-11 near Railroad Pass.
We found her.

How's your leg healing up?

We retested your blood--

your real blood--
from the hospital.

You took corticosteroids

to lower your
lymphocytes temporarily.

You were never dying.

We also found where
the uranium pellet came from.

A truck from the McKittrick Bay
nuclear reactor in California

transporting spent fuel
to a facility in New Mexico.

RAJAN:
Thanks to your position

with radiation management,

you could easily hide the theft.

It was under lock and key,

but you had an answer to that.

Just change one number
on a spreadsheet.

It was a very thorough plan.

Just like your incident
response playbook.

Genius, really.

I mean...
(chuckles)

(scoffs quietly)

Well, I don't know about that.
Look where I am.

You made a mistake
with the gold.

(scoffs)

You don't understand.

Nobody was supposed to die,

not Harry, not his son.
That was my failure.

You hid a radioactive pellet

in the Pallatines' house.

What'd you think
was gonna happen?

Harry knew the symptoms
of radiation poisoning.

I assumed he'd call
it in long before

he absorbed a fatal dose.

Then everyone

in the neighborhood
would evacuate,

I'd get in...

Nobody had to die.

But you didn't care if they did.

I've spent 38 years

working for
the people of Nevada.

I'd have to spend
another 40 just to

retire on
cheap beer and peanuts.

I just wanted...

one last shot at the good life.

Your shot

cost two people
their lives, Angela.

Give it another 30 years.

Maybe when you're my age,
you'll-you'll understand.

No. No.

I never will.

CHAVEZ:
All right, hands
behind your back.

Let's go.

(cuffs clicking)

(scoffs)

(sighs)

(knocking)

The gold's been returned
to Dennis Rosner.

Would you believe
he didn't say thank you?

RAJAN:
He made a stink about

needing to decontaminate it all,
but that's his problem.

I may have failed
to mention that

it's not a health risk and won't
be radiated after two days.

So, we're all wrapped up
there then, huh?

Yeah, on that--

we're wondering
about you.

You've seemed
off lately.

It's not how I'm handling
my supervisor role, is it?

No, Allie, no.

Then what is it?

Close the door.

So, you're right.

I have been distracted.

I've been working another case.

What case?
The Robert Cuevas murder.

Remember?
The poor soul

who was killed
at that robot factory?

M-Max, that case is closed.

Uh, there is another reason why

I have kept Ocho around.

It's not because he's such
a great conversationalist.

What is that?

So, you remember Cliff Roland?

There was a last sliver

of a photo in his camera,

so I developed it
in the trace lab.

When I saw you crying...

Yeah, I got
some fumes in my eyes.

That's what you
were talking to

the doctor about
at the hospital.
Yeah.

He gave me some eyedrops.
But the point is

I developed the photo.

There was someone else there
when the murder went down.

I'd say we've got a platinum
blonde person of interest.

CHAVEZ:
I take it back.

This case isn't closed.
No, ma'am.

Not anymore.

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