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Previously on CSI: Vegas... My mother,

they killed her. You cannot investigate

the death of a family member.

Jeanette Folsom, who did it?

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

Kahn Schefter killed my mother.

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

Isn't that your decision? No.

That's Nora Cross, Internal Affairs.

You have the Garrity rule. You don't have to say a thing.

Trey and I were here that night with Kahn Schefter.

We asked him who had killed my mom. It was him.

Where did you get this? Detective Chavez.

I think we both know this isn't working.

But was it ever working?

It'll be interesting to see

how the review board interprets it.

They won't. They want you to testify.

They want me to put a nail in his coffin.

♪ I've got you ♪

♪ Under my skin ♪

♪ But each time I do ♪

♪ Just the thought of you ♪

♪ Makes me stop before I begin ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got you... ♪

Oh. Well, hello, gorgeous.

They're just so disgusting.

Where the hell are they even coming from?

These sweeties? Uh

probably got a dead roof rat somewhere around here.

There are rats in the roof?

No, no, no. They're probably in your walls.

Um, roof rat is just a common term that we use...

There. They're in there.

Just get the wall open and get rid of them.

No. No, ma'am. I...

I don't have the tools that you'd need,

and, I mean, let's not be hasty here.

Fine. If you won't...

Hey, guys. Help us out, please?

Huh.

Well, there is your problem.

You know, our exterminator refused to touch the wall.

Maybe he already knew

the dead body was there.

He's always been creepy.

Uh, you folks are gonna

rip up the whole guest house, aren't you?

No, we'll talk to the city first.

So nice of you to show up

after I got to pick up all the maggots.

Sorry, my oldest forgot her inhaler.

She's doing the mile at gym today.

I had to do a drop-off detour or risk her wrath.

She's a freshman? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's a fun age. Don't worry about it.

You can worry about it a little.

There were a lot of maggots.

So, what do we got here?

We got a radar stud finder.

Should give us a preview of coming attractions.

Lumber, pipes, wires...

And dudes.

Is that dead guy

jaunty?

Hi, Nora, I'm sorry I'm late.

Dr. Roby.

Things have been just

crazy around here and I'm-I'm...

Shorthanded. I get it. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just as long as you're on time for the sheriff's review board.

Yeah. Folsom's hearing is at 2:00.

Believe me, I am aware.

I just want to go over the order of operations.

I gotcha.

It's like a court hearing.

I present my findings, you give your assessment,

then Mr. Folsom will have an opportunity to speak.

Mm-hmm. And then the review board decides

whether or not to drop the hammer.

You'll be tempted to pull your punches.

Don't.

It's your duty to present the board with the truth.

Nora,

I did not get where I am

by pulling punches.

Oh.

And right now, I have some other responsibilities

'cause apparently, Frank Sinatra just died.

Hmm. I thought you were joking.

Oh, I know my Rat Pack.

Whoever this guy is, was,

he has Ol' Blue Eyes down cold.

His blue eyes are actually colored contacts.

According to his license, this is Benji Herron.

Got a guess on time of death?

His liver temp's same as ambient

and he's out of rigor,

so I'd say 48 hours ago. Ish.

If it weren't for the stab wounds,

I'd say Frankie here was napping.

He doesn't even smell like decomp.

What-what is that? Is that vanilla?

Huh. He's got maggots in his mouth. How lovely.

And confusing.

I mean, if he smells like Bloomingdale's,

and it's only been two days,

that's not enough time for the larva to hatch.

Maybe the maggots aren't coming from Sinatra.

Multiplying corpses.

I really gotta make

bingo cards for this job.

That's Joey Bishop.

Huh? We got Frank Sinatra over there.

This guy is Joey Bishop.

He's the least famous of.

Sinatra's sidekicks.

So we got, not one, but two different dead.

Rat Pack impersonators in this wall?

Well, you better warn all your Sammys and Dinos.

You're nobody till somebody kills you.

♪ 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! ♪

Which one is Sinatra and which one is Gary Bishop?

Joey Bishop.

Don't let Beau hear you mix those up.

His wallet says he's Sam Carriman.

Decomp says he's been dead a week.

Sinatra, aka Benji Herron,

looks to have died much more recently.

So two different attacks, but same day delivery?

Construction workers say this

corpse-infested section of the wall

was built over the weekend. They were surprised

it was up when they came in Monday.

Nobody saw nothing.

There was a party on Saturday,

and Frankie was booked for an appearance.

But not Barry.

Sam.

Aka Joey.

You'll get the hang of it.

I sent Beau with Chavez

to, uh, the agency

that supplied the impersonators to ask around.

Oh, you two split up?

Well, he owes me.

Hmm, what's this?

Anybody see any feathers?

Huh.

Wouldn't that be great

if it was trace from the killer?

You're sure it's Benji?

I'm sorry.

Though he did have us thinking

he was the real Frank Sinatra for a minute.

Benj was a stickler for details.

Oh, he was the best Sinatra in town.

The voice, that bone structure...

The hot-and-cold personality.

Looks like he was

the star of Stars of the Strip.

Your business going to be okay?

Oh, I'm not crying about the money.

Benji's daddy to this one.

Oh, um, I'm so sorry.

When was the last time you saw him?

Three nights ago

at Tovah Eisenstein's bat mitzvah.

We had a crazy week.

Sinatra played a bat mitzvah?

The Eisensteins wanted Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo,

but both girls got food poisoning

so I-I just,

I rounded up everyone who wasn't booked.

I even got back into my old Liz Taylor getup.

How'd that go over?

Teenage girls are

very cruel.

Well, uh, we're going to need to talk to

every performer that worked that night.

Yeah, I'm gonna need to see any feathers that they have.

Sam and Benji?

You gotta feel for the rest of their crew.

The Rat Pack?

Yeah, they really only got group bookings.

Except Benji.

I guess Sinatra was pretty famous?

He brought in the cash, all right.

And he let everybody know it.

Like it's that hard to put on a suit and hold a whiskey.

I'd like to see him rock 15 pairs of

bedazzled glasses a night.

Okay, so, you weren't a fan?

Maybe, if he wasn't such a braggart.

Braggart?

Benji was a drama queen.

And that's compared to a joint full of people

pretending to be famous.

So, Dolly... uh, Ms. Parton,

did anyone have beef with Benji?

Gosh, who didn't at some point?

He was, like,

I don't want to talk bad about a dead guy,

but Benji was kind of a...

He was a right bastard.

Drove us all mad,

always talking about how many offers

he had to jump ship to other agencies.

And what about Sam Carriman?

Oh. Poor Sam.

Benji, I could see somebody whacking him,

but Sam was such a sweetheart.

A pushover. What do you mean?

Sam Carriman was a huge talent.

He actually could've been a great Sinatra himself.

But not with Benji around.

Benji never would've let anybody threaten his place on top.

He bullied Sam into playing fifth banana.

I mean, who's even heard of Joey Bishop?

Uh, he's actually a real talent

and an important part of Rat Pack lore.

Oh.

Real feather eyelashes?

Don't knock it till you try it.

When was the last time you saw Sam?

At the bat mitzvah.

Wait, Sam was there?

Uh, we got a list of performers

that were sent to the party.

He wasn't on it.

Listen, girl, I was surprised, too.

I thought Sinatra was flying solo,

but there was half the Rat Pack jawing at each other.

They were arguing?

About what?

No idea.

I scooted right after my set.

I was not about to dawdle in a room of malicious tweens.

Well, thank you for your time... Dolly.

Sure, sugar.

No dice.

Looks like we'll be stuck in Kook-ville for a while yet.

Kook-ville?

Yeah, my youngest dressed as Peppa Pig to go

trick-or-treating this year. Even she knows

Halloween is one day a year, and she's seven.

I think you're just grouchy that

none of the feathers were a match.

I just hope our victims have

more interesting things to say than this crew.

Now,

most of these have a diameter of

one and a quarter inch,

so I'd say wounds are consistent.

And I'd say you look amazing, hon.

Come on, now. Can you give me that light over there?

So you think both victims were

attacked with the same blade?

Yes, ma'am. It's likely.

But I'm not so sure they were wielded by

the same attacker. Excuse me?

These wounds on Sam? Mm?

They all hit major blood vessels and organs.

Whoever killed him

knew how to inflict swift fatality.

Whereas Benji's wounds are haphazard at best.

I mean, did the killer just forget what he was doing

because he faced off against Sinatra?

Maybe he was starstruck.

Hmm.

What is it, Pen?

Well, word is both of them were alive three days ago.

Really?

That's not what I would've guessed based on decomp.

Sam is a host to significant insect activity.

I guessed he'd been dead a week.

Whereas Benji looks like he's just sleeping one off, right?

He was a very attractive man, and

he had his admirers. I found this

on one of Benji's shirt buttons when I was prepping him.

No bulb to run DNA.

All right, it's better than nothing. What else you got?

Uh, Benji's got a broken fingernail here,

and scratches

on that finger there.

May not be probative, but we like to be thorough.

And I was just about to check his stomach contents.

Pen, want to give me a hand?

Oh.

Oh?

Maggots.

Which we found in his mouth too,

so not a super shocker,

but this

is odd. A green pellet.

Could be strychnine.

You're good, Dr. Roby.

There were traces in his tox screen.

I thought maybe the killer slipped it in his food

to weaken him before the attack.

Rat poison to kill the Rat Pack.

Looks like we need to have another chat

with Mr. Pest Control.

Doesn't look good for you, Rollie.

Rat poison is kind of your stock and trade, no?

Mrs. Eisenstein says that

you didn't want to look in the wall.

Did you already know there was

a body in there? No, of-of course not.

Marty and Trish Eisenstein also told me

you were at their property on the day of the murders.

I was there in the morning.

Marty was very clear

he didn't want to see any creepy-crawlies

on his princess's special day.

Why would I hurt anyone? I don't know, Rollie.

You know, but we've had a lot of killers in that chair,

and you're one of the very few who does it for a living.

I love insects and rodents.

They're fascinating.

Okay? Killing them isn't personal. It's just business.

And if I were going to kill

someone at the Eisensteins',

I wouldn't leave the body in the guest house.

No?

No. There's a rats' nest in a tree

just over the property line.

The smell would bring them straight to the decay buffet.

Rats attract attention.

You want to hide a body, it'd be better if you put it

by the dehumidifier unit in the attic.

Or in Mrs. E's organic com poster.

Or in the pit that they dug

when they moved the pool 12 feet east. Or

if-if-if I can move quickly...

Well, I'm officially creeped out.

I... (sighs) I know we're evidence people,

not instinct people,

but do we really think this guy graduated

from-from pesticide to homicide?

That's the third time you've checked your watch.

Is everything okay?

Just thinking about Josh.

His review board starts today. You ever seen one of those?

I hope I never do.

Now you're freaking me out.

I can't imagine this place without Folsom.

Let's get started. Ms. Cross?

In my interview with Mr. Folsom,

he largely exercised his right to silence

under the Garrity rule.

He made no admission of misconduct.

However, the facts are that

he posted bail for Trey Cahill

in violation of department regulations.

They killed her. Jeannette.

Mr. Folsom and Mr. Cahill

were then alone for several hours

with the man who murdered Mr. Folsom's mother, Jeanette.

Tell me who killed my mother.

The scene was cleaned in a way consistent

with someone of Mr. Folsom's skill, and the only evidence

found from those missing hours

was Mr. Folsom's fingerprint

in his mother's blood.

Dr. Roby,

what do you make of this blood evidence?

Taking everything into account, I think Joshua Folsom

took some of his mother's blood from the morgue

without authorization. Why would he do that?

Wh-What is that?

This is my mother's blood.

Not yours.

I don't know.

Josh Folsom

has an impeccable track record.

He... he has been

my most reliable analyst

for years.

I've-I've-I've known what to expect from him.

But I cannot explain any of this.

I think...

I think

this his most recent behavior

is profoundly unacceptable.

Only he knows what happened in that hangar.

He may very well be guilty

of serious misconduct. I don't know.

None of us knows.

However...

However?

Absolutely no

member of law enforcement,

after having done

any of this,

could continue in their post without sanction.

Worked out the wonky decomp rates?

I think so. Come take a look at this.

Right here is the flip side of the wall

where we found Sam Carriman.

This section gets full sun exposure all day here.

The heat would accelerate decomp,

but this is where Benji Herron's body was walled up.

It doesn't get any direct sun.

That's great, Penny, but it only gets us halfway there.

It might explain Sam's condition, but...

Yeah, I know, even in the shade,

Benji should still be gooier than he is.

Uh...

I might be able to explain that.

Hmm.

This, uh, got a little lost in the shuffle

when we found a second body.

It's the, uh, drywall panel

that covered Benji.

We were wondering why he didn't look dead-er...

And we've already ruled out chemicals, environment,

and, I don't know, time travel?

Right. There's one thing we haven't considered.

What if the maggots weren't eating Sinatra?

What if

it was the other way around.

He was still alive when he was sealed up in the wall.

Oh, oh... Easy.

You know you're not actually supposed to kill me, right?

Isn't the point to replicate the crime as closely as possible,

including the amount of force used?

All we're trying to do is figure out

how someone so good with a knife

made such crappy wounds on Benji,

which does not equate to

"let's break Chris's ribs for fun."

Science requires sacrifice.

I hope we're not spilling any real blood down here.

I wouldn't put it past her. You shouldn't.

I come bearing GCMS results.

Uh, strychnine pellets at the scene

and in Benji's stomach

had a total concentration of five milligrams.

That would kill a rat, not a human.

Odds are,

he was eating whatever he could

after he got walled in.

His little strychnine snack

was just an accident.

So are we completely off the exterminator?

We're not ruling anyone out.

We are solving a dual knife attack.

Well

we're trying to.

Okay, so.

Benji's got a laceration across the chest,

a shallow penetrating wound

in the low abdomen,

this one hits a rib.

Well, I mean, this guy's all over the place.

Sam's wounds are, uh,

more severe and consistent.

Concentrated on the right side of the body, so,

if he were facing his attacker...

Indicates a left-handed killer.

We think our guy is a southpaw

who injured his good hand in the attack on Sam.

He had to use his weaker hand on the second attack on Benji.

Hence, the imprecise wounds.

Find a left-handed suspect, and he'll probably have

an injury to his dominant hand.

How many of those impersonators are lefties?

I'm a suspect because I'm left-handed?

Isn't that the kind of logic they used in, like,

the Spanish Inquisition?

We're not burning you at the stake.

We're doing our jobs.

You play dress-up. We consider evidence.

Like these wounds.

Science says a lefty made them.

I couldn't. You could.

You'd have the angle in those platform boots.

We suspect the killer injured himself during the attack.

Stars of the Strip posted this

from your last gig on social media.

Hmm.

You're faking it.

Maybe because you busted your hand murdering Sam.

Look, lady, I always fake the piano.

I got to remember the words

to six decades' worth of hits.

You think I've got time to learn to play them, too?

All the glitter keeps the focus off the fakery,

but I promise you

no injuries here.

Look, we knew day one would be rough.

But the Garrity rule exists for a reason.

Everyone understands you have a right

to silence and... Hold on, hold on.

Dr. Roby.

What the hell was that back there?

It's one thing to appear impartial,

but... I'm not the one. Josh.

It's okay. Max.

You really think I should get fired?

Our job is to speak for the victims,

to get justice for the victims,

not to go exact that justice.

The man who killed your mom,

you could've ruined any chance

of convicting him.

Kahn is dead,

and I'm not sorry about that.

I am my mother's son.

If somebody that Jeanette loved got hurt,

she would burn the city down for them, and that's how

I was raised. And you walked away

from that life because there was no future there.

And then you made a choice.

Well, choices have consequences.

So why are you lurking at my door?

Are you running the swabs

of blood Benji Herron left in the wall?

Mm-hmm.

That's interesting.

What is it?

Allie's new partner system,

um, sometimes, Chris and I

have to hand off the samples that we collect

instead of running them ourselves, but

I don't like not knowing

what happens to my evidence because

it feels like I'm leaving the job unfinished.

You want to finish this one? Yes.

MiSeq results are almost in.

Interesting.

Spit it out, Penny.

How's Folsom's review board going?

So we are set to meet later again this afternoon.

He's coming back, right?

It's not up to me.

But if it was?

The DNA in the drywall

is a mixture.

Benji Herron and

Sam Carriman?

Wait, hold on.

We thought Sam was killed before Benji.

Why would his DNA be on Benji?

We've been thinking that both men were killed

by some unknown assailant.

But this would seem to indicate

that Benji and Sam fought each other.

That can't be the entire story though, either, right? Because...

Somebody had to put them both in the wall.

And whoever did is responsible for Benji's death.

And I think I might know how to find them.

The Eisensteins said that this plastic was

laid out on the floor before it was used to wrap Sam's body.

If we identify the marks that came from Sam and Benji's death,

anything else could come from the person

that put them in the wall.

A ton of fluids and ketones

leaked from the bodies during autolysis.

That mess contaminated most of the markings and trace here.

But we still can't rule out anything that might be useful

in the areas that weren't covered in... corpse juice.

So, what, ALS?

I'll hit the lights.

Pink is blood.

Yellow is shoe prints.

Orange is the mystery tracks.

It's a construction site.

It could be heavy equipment.

At least the spatter and the footprints

give us a nice map of Sam and Benji's fight.

Want to dance, Finado?

Let's rumble, Park.

These are Benji's wing tips moving like this.

Right.

And then Sam's loafers are here.

Like this?

We got low-velocity blood drops here.

So, if you stab me...

Then Benji must have taken the knife away from him.

Poor Sam.

I mean, Benji knew what he was doing.

He was an Army vet with close combat training.

Benji was left-handed.

So if he stabbed him on this side,

low-velocity droplets would end up...

Here.

But there aren't any.

Something was standing in the way of the spatter.

That might be where our mystery observer was standing.

They just stood there

and watched Sam and Benji kill each other.

That's cold.

We got to go back to the crime scene.

There might be blood there we missed the first time.

The gap in the blood was here.

Our observer could be watching from here.

Fight happened right in here.

Yeah, the shoe prints from the plastic sheeting

show Sam and Benji fighting there.

Sam's attack on Benji was messy,

leaving wild blood drops all over.

Directional spatter heading this way

would land... here.

Yeah, blood was cast off from there.

Probably from Benji hitting.

Sam's artery.

No one walked away from the fight.

Frank Sinatra

and Joey Bishop,

performing for an audience of one.

Pale imitations, anyway.

All right.

Did an Elvis impersonator

steal your lunch money when you were six or something?

No, I just think i-it's a waste of a life,

pretending to be someone else.

I don't...

I don't know how you survived in Vegas this long.

Listen, to each their own, okay?

You know, S&M, I get it.

Pony play? Giddy-up.

Furries. I don't know, maybe if you squint.

Look.

I get having fantasies, all right?

But, I mean, these people,

their-their fantasy is to be someone else.

I mean, it's just sad.

I-I get our victims deserve our best effort.

They just don't all deserve our highest esteem.

I think they would settle for answers

about who killed them.

Hand me the phenolphthalein? Yep.

More blood all right.

I mean, I'll sample the DNA, but if it came from either vic,

it's not gonna get us closer to whoever walled them up.

Ow.

Found another feather and some fabric.

I know that color.

Oh.

That's a, that's a lovely fragrance.

Sorry. I wear

a White Diamonds knockoff when I do Liz Taylor.

Guess it picked up the scent.

This is your vest? Why?

We found feathers that appear to match

this vest at the crime scene.

Hold on.

That vest was given to me.

The night of the Eisenstein bat mitzvah.

Doug noticed I was chilly and he told me to keep it.

Who's Doug? You met him.

Dolly.

The Dolly Parton impersonator?

I guess it would make sense.

Benji and Doug had a

a fling.

I thought it was over.

I guess not.

They found a blonde hair on Benji.

I think we got the wrong impersonator.

Yes, I was back there earlier.

Benji had this... allure.

That's how he landed Lynda.

And everyone else.

The man was allergic to monogamy.

How long were you two involved?

Too long.

I wanted to be done with him, but

we were, you know...

Islands in the stream?

My feelings were real.

When he said he was moving out of Lynda's,

I got my hopes up.

But he just liked being with Dolly.

Not Doug.

So, what, that made you mad enough to kill him?

I see how some of y'all look at me,

but I am not crazy.

I'm not a killer.

I'm just a man who feels most myself

when I'm dressed like Dolly Parton.

But I'd never hurt anyone.

That's great, Doug.

But you were with Benji at the crime scene.

Yes. We had fun, but Lynda

will tell you, I didn't kill anybody.

She saw us come back together.

She did?

So you're not dead.

Al, what are you doing here?

I'm here because you forgot how phones work.

You didn't answer my texts or my voice mails.

I don't know what there is to say.

Max gave her testimony yesterday.

She

dropped the hammer.

She doesn't want me back at the lab.

Josh.

We all want you back.

I'm on the wrong side of a microscope in there.

Everybody's

studying me.

Like Nora Cross says I'm a criminal.

Trey says I

forgot where I came from.

Max says I lost my way.

What do you say?

You could clear everything up.

You think I should testify.

I think it's up to you.

If you let everyone else have their say

and never tell your side of the story

can you live with whatever happens?

Look, one thing I've learned

since I came to CSI, it's that you'll figure things out.

No matter what

you've got friends.

Mr. Folsom, this portion of our hearing tends to go quickly.

It's my understanding you plan to assert

your right to remain silent...

No, I can explain the evidence

that you've all seen and heard.

Then by all means, do so.

Dr. Roby is right.

I took my mother's blood from the morgue.

I had a plan to manipulate.

Kahn Schefter into

revealing information about her murder.

There was a box cutter.

That's my radial artery.

I used the box cutter to pierce the blood bags.

And Kahn was under the impression that the blood was

coming from his arm.

It was

only a psychological tactic.

But it was extreme

and runs counter to the, to the standard

of conduct the department expects from us.

Did you use your CSI credentials

to access Raphael Tarquenio's hangar?

I did.

I know it's this board's job to judge my actions.

And my actions were...

No! Fols!

I almost took justice into my own hands.

Kahn Schefter killed my mother.

But Trey Cahill stopped me and

whatever his faults,

he's why I'm not in a courtroom right now.

Max has worked hard

to rebuild the crime lab's reputation,

and I know how damaging this could have been.

I let, I let grief get the better of me.

It might be understandable,

but it is unacceptable.

Even if it's not to the board, it is to me.

I thought I'd find you in layout.

What are you doing in ballistics? Nobody got shot.

Well, I-I figured the comparison scope

was the best way to examine the feathers from the crime scene

with Lynda Tasker's vest side-by-side.

And? Oh, it's a visual match.

Well, PCR amplification on DNA from the calamus...

The what-amus?

Well, it's the feather's hollow shaft.

Bottom line,

the feathers from Lynda's vest and Sam's nose

are genetically identical.

Both samples are goose down from the same goose.

Lynda was at the crime scene.

Well, any defense attorney would argue

that doesn't prove that Lynda was there,

just that her vest was, and besides, I mean,

she's pregnant, she's got a broken ankle,

she's in a wheelchair. We have reasonable doubt out the wazoo.

I'm almost positive that Lynda did this,

and I think we can prove it.

We just need a little help from her victims.

I can't get over how different these two look.

You'd think that they died

a few days apart, not a few hours.

All the bugs love Sam.

That's why we're here. Maggot me.

May I please have the fly larvae you removed from Sam's cadaver?

We're here for maggots?

I have a theory.

Beau. Is that what I think it is?

It is. Pureed maggots.

Randy uses that blender to make his breakfast smoothies.

Oh, not anymore. I needed it to prep a sample for the QToF.

Benzyl acetate,

diethyl phthalate.

Okay, there's a laundry list of chemicals here.

So, the maggots ate all of this?

Well, it sounds like a longer menu than it really is.

When you put it all together,

it's a fragrance called Violet Romance.

It's a knockoff of White Diamonds.

The Elizabeth Taylor perfume?

Lynda was dressed like Liz Taylor.

Mm-hmm. And that scent was all over that puffy vest of hers.

So, if the maggots consumed traces

of that perfume left on Sam Carriman's body...

Yeah, the molecules transferred onto Sam's skin

when Lynda wrapped him in the plastic.

And since we know that insects

are attracted to strong fragrances...

We finally know why there was

so much more postmortem insect activity on Sam,

but... come on,

Lynda's in a wheelchair.

First, you take my vest,

now my wheelchair.

I mean, this is starting to feel like harassment.

I would've thought you'd be happy

to help find whoever killed the father of your child.

Or maybe not.

We know that Benji was cheating on you.

You shouldn't presume to know our relationship.

We also know that Benji registered

for a change of address at the DMV.

Detective Chavez heard that he was planning

to leave your agency.

You were losing the father of your child

and your biggest cash cow.

That just must've made you crazy.

Benji's been a handful from the day I met him.

Till the day he died.

In a fight

with Sam Carriman to the death.

Now, we don't blame him entirely.

We're pretty sure that Sam attacked first.

I-I know they didn't get along,

but why would they... Come on, Lynda.

They attacked each other,

but they didn't wall themselves up.

Wait, you think I did?

I've got a broken ankle.

I'm stuck in a wheelchair, and I'm pregnant.

"Them's the breaks. Our fearless leader

"got swept off her feet,

but she is rolling with the punches."

According to this post,

you broke your ankle eight weeks ago.

With that brace, at this point,

I'd bet that ankle

isn't causing you any trouble at all.

It would explain why your vest got snagged on a nail

five centimeters too high for you to hit

while you were sitting in your wheelchair.

You left that evidence behind while you were standing up.

All you know is that my vest was in that guest house.

And your wheelchair.

On a black seat, blood spatter,

to the naked eye, it's invisible,

but with a little help from luminol...

Officer, lights, please.

Oh, it lights up like the Strip.

Only way the blood can get on that seat in that pattern

is when you are out of your chair during the fight.

So, what happened that night, Lynda?

Fine. We'll tell you a story.

You saw Benji and Dolly

coming back to the party after their rendezvous.

Benji was a serial cheater.

That was the last straw.

Phone records show that you called.

Sam Carriman.

Somehow, you convinced him to help you kill Benji.

Maybe you offered him the role of a lifetime.

Sinatra in Vegas.

But it all went wrong in a hurry.

Oh, Lynda, what is it now?

I told you, it's over.

And you were left

with what looks like two dead bodies.

Bet that wasn't part of the plan.

My guess? You used the dolly

the construction crew left behind to put them in the wall.

That explains the tracks we found in the plastic.

Vest at the crime scene.

Your perfume on Sam's body.

Your feather in Sam's nose.

Victims' blood all over your wheelchair.

You had all kinds of motive

to want Benji dead.

Benji...

He broke my heart.

He was gonna ruin my business.

He humiliated me with Doug.

Was I supposed to let him just walk away?

Sam wasn't supposed to get hurt.

Best laid plans.

You know

you can only pretend for so long, Lynda.

End of the day, you are who you are,

a killer.

For the record,

I figured it out.

I like to think I helped.

With the impersonators.

I figured out why it was bothering me so much.

It, uh, it hit a little too close to home.

What are we talking about here, Beau?

Um... You like to dress up as.

Iron Man in your free time?

No, not Iron Man. Science Dad.

Every birthday, I-I get a mug

with a science pun on it.

Every holiday, I get a new plaid shirt.

Every year.

I mean, do you think I would choose this for myself?

Yeah, yeah. People see me

in a certain way.

And-and I'm-I'm comfortable with it.

Hell, I lean into it.

We all have our roles to play, right?

It took me a while to understand

that people like Doug Pfefferman...

They were just leaning into what they were comfortable with.

Does this mean you're going to expand your comfort zone?

Uh, maybe Hawaiian shirts?

Let's not be rash.

Catherine and Beau make a good team.

So, you're happy

with how your partner system's working out, hmm?

I am. Yeah.

No. Everything's good.

Is that the review board? What did they decide?

About to find out.

A decision in this matter has not been easy to arrive at,

but considering all the facts presented

and Mr. Folsom's own testimony

we are of the opinion

that termination is an appropriate course of action.

Mr. Folsom... Under sheriff,

if I may. Dr. Roby. Of course.

This board should know how seriously

I take Mr. Folsom's transgressions.

I am his harshest critic.

Now, allow me to be his fiercest defender.

If you render this judgment, it will be a travesty.

Josh Folsom is one of the best CSIs

I've ever worked with.

And if we lose him, it will be an incalculable loss.

Do not...

Do not make that mistake.

Dr. Roby, am I

am I to understand that you would protest his dismissal?

Protest does not begin to describe what I will do.

Uh...

Mr. Folsom.

You are ultimately under Dr. Roby's purview.

No one here knows her job better than she does.

You will be suspended without pay for a period of one month.

If

We see you here again, I assure you,

it will be the last time.

I thank the members of the review board.

We stand adjourned.

I can't help feeling I might've been played, Max.

That's fine.

But if Josh Folsom

puts a toe out of line after this,

it's not just his job at stake.

You know that, right?

Max, I-I can't thank you enough.

Stop.

When you return back to the lab,

it will be as a CSI Level I.

You are not allowed to cross the street

unless I know about it.

I understand.

I'm out on a limb for you here, Josh.

Don't make me regret it.

I won't. You know I won't.

We'll see.

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