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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Why do you want
to come back to CSI?I got kicked off the board.

- Of the Eclipse?
- Mm-hmm.

Beau Finado.
You can call me Beau.

Or Finado.
Or Beau Finado.

He ran R and D
for a few different

Fortune 500 chemical companies.

Al, you're here.

You said you needed me.

Got a real mess here.

Is this Allie?

- Sure is.
- Hi, I'm Serena Chavez.

Josh, we've talked
a dozen times since then.

Yeah, I should've mentioned it.

It was casual and then--

But it's more now,
is it?

- Something brought you back.
- Grace Huang.

Grace has been missing
for three weeks.

Nobody at the Eclipse

even seemed to care.

I really have no idea
what they're covering up.

Oh, no!

No, please.

No, no!

I'm begging you!

Weak. So weak.

This place sucks.

- I want a refund.
- Seriously.

You won't be saying
that in the end.

ANNOUNCER [over speaker]:
Necropolis is now closed.

Las Vegas's scariest
year-round haunt

reopens tomorrow night
at 8:00 p.m.

See you then... if you dare.

: They should
just pay that guy

to stand there
with the lights on.

Forget it, man.
They're just kids.

Oh, God.

What is that smell?

I think it's coming
from the mannequin.

Oh, God, there's
a body in there!

Hey, don't leave me!

Guys!

Help!

Got some weird
metallic blue powder here.

Need collection tape.
Collection tape...

Collection tape.
Collection tape.

Where the hell
- is the collection tape?
- Beau...

What?
It's in your
pocket there.

There you go.

how many people
love gore.

Yeah, those in glass houses,
though, right?

So this mannequin,

none of the employees
remember where they got it.

Can't find
a purchase order.

I guess he just
sort of showed up.

Got about
- a zillion cameras.
- Yeah, we'll check,

but the footage gets
erased every month.

I hear the guy's been around
longer than that.

Why do this to a body?

Who did this?
That's the question.

You're point on this.

You know, my parents
almost named me Stew?

Oh, sorry, I just...

never even heard of a body
being this viscous.

The seal must've been airtight.

Any idea what this shell
is made of?

It's hardened paint, I think.

FTIR can tell us what kind.

Holds a print really well.

Look, someone loved
what they did.

PIT BOSS [over radio]:
This is Porter in roulette.

I've got a bogey
on the No-Fly list at Table 3.

Show me.

I need all floorhands
to Table 3.

Nearing Table 3.

I see her.

You know you're not supposed
to be here, Ms. Willows.

I'm sorry, Frank.
I missed you.

Hey, I need a favor.

There's some security footage
I need a look at.

She's gonna be a problem.

I need Mr. Alonso
down here.

Copy that.

Fellas, if this is
gonna take all day,

could I at least get
a club soda?

All the phone calls
weren't enough.

You're harassing us
in person now.

Just not gonna let this
cocktail waitress thing drop.

My friend went missing.

I'm sorry to be
such a stickler about it.

We've got 2,000 employees, Catherine.

One of them stops

showing up for work,
and suddenly you're implying...

Oh, no, I wasn't
implying anything.

What-what is it that
you think happened?

She thinks

someone on our board
sold this woman to a Sultan.

Or something.

There's no specific
accusation, no evidence...

- This is pathetic!
- I'm pathetic?

You don't need this.
I've got it.

Come on.
We're leaving.

Jodi, I can't believe
you of all people

would cast your lot
- with that scumbag.
- Please.

Alonso might speak
for the board,

but he doesn't
speak for me.

I voted against his
motion to remove you.

And now you're
physically removing me

from the casino
my father built.

It's just
so we can talk.

I don't know

what you think
happened to this girl,

but I want to help.

CARTER [laughing]:
Oh, man.

In the ten years
since we've been open,

we have never had
a crowd this big.

You do realize that's
a real dead body, right?

I know.
It's amazing.

I mean, how many haunts can say
Death came through their doors?

Mr. Carter, we need
to know when the deceased

first appeared
on your property.

Do you have any idea?

Uh, not really. Um...

I mean,
we're open year-round,

and I give my people
a lot of creative freedom

to swap out props and gags.

You know, you got
- to keep it fresh.
- Mm.

Oh, uh...
my assistant can answer.

You're asking
about Fred, right?

Uh... He's been here
five months.

I'm sorry.
Who's Fred?

The mannequin that fell.

Fred.

That's what us
Necropolites call him

in our little fan club.

Do you come here a lot?

Oh, yes.
As much as I can.

I know the place
inside and out.

Every way in
and every way out?

And every ghost, goblin,
and ghoul in between, hmm.

And you're sure that
Fred has been here...

Yes, since April 15.
Tax Day.

That's why I named him Fred,
after my accountant who...

died.

Fred's such
a special creature.

You know? He's...

I wish I could say goodbye
just one last time.

Okay, um, would you...
would you mind

just staying put for
one second, Mister...?

Farrow.

But please, it's Gene.

And I'm happy
to stick around.

Thank you.

I've got a guy at the tape
with a real Dahmer vibe,

and he basically just admitted
to touching the victim's face.

Who? Show me.

Um, I need an ATL on a man.
About five six,

150 pounds.
A dark gray hoodie.

Um, bald.
I-I-I just lost him.

I'm right here.

Sir, you're on the wrong
side of the tape.

- You can't be here.
- No, no, please.
This is where I belong.

In our crime scene?

It's my scene, too.
In a way.

I've been here
since the beginning.

I really want to see
how it ends.

Yeah.

So do we.

♪ 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!

Really appreciate

you taking the time
to talk to us, Mr. Farrow.

It's Gene.

And it's no trouble.

Your prints do appear to be
all over the victim's face.

I'm sure they were.

I always thought
he was beautiful.

I actually make
creatures myself.

I have a little workshop.

Is that what you do
for work, Mr. Farrow?

Make creatures?

It's Gene. Gene.

And no.

I'm the building
superintendent where I live.

253 West Orange.

Um... that's right up
the block from Necropolis.

Yes.

How often do you visit?

Four or five times
a week, I'd say.

I've always loved horror, see?

When I was little, my condition
kept me out of the sun.

It's, uh, vitiligo.

I burn very easily,

so I just stayed in
and pretended I was a vampire.

Feasting on innocent victims?

Dracula is always misunderstood.

- Um, let's get back to Fred.
- Okay.

Now, you said that you...

- named him.
- Mm-hmm.

I was just wondering, um...

Well, was that his real name?

: Oh.

You think I killed him.

You do.

Don't you?

Well, I am trying
to solve this murder,

so I'm taking a close look
at everyone, Mr. Farrow.

It's Gene!

And I had nothing
to do with this.

I didn't even know...

Am I free to go?

You're the one that volunteered
to talk to us, remember?

No one's keeping you here.

Right.

It's Gene.

Jack, I can't take measurements
with you in my light.

Sonya, are you trying
to ask me nicely to move?

It's like you want me
to stab you.

I already
measured the shell.

3,154 microns.

Did you calibrate
the calipers?

Hey, Hugo.

Guess who's back?

If you're looking for
Dr. Ramirez, he's in Vienna.

Sorry, what?

Some gallery there gave him
a big art show, and...

Yeah.

Wow, that's, uh...

Yeah, no, good for him.

I'm Allie.
This one's mine.

3,157 microns.

I'm Sonya.

Sonya Nikolayevich.
Head Medical Examiner.

Jack Nikolayevich.
Her older brother.

My assistant.

So...

Your 4-19.
The Painted Man.

He is about six foot two,
200 pounds.

35 to 45 years old.

PMI puts death about
five months ago.

Well, that's right
when he turned up.

He's had a rough time in there.

The shell created
an ideal environment

for anaerobic
bacterial hydrolysis.

His organs, muscles, skin--

all of it--
was reduced to adipocere.

The fingers on his right
hand are broken.

Correct.

Two fractured
distal phalanges.

Right where he cracked open.
Probably from the fall.

If you don't mind, um,
I'd actually like to help.

My, uh, thesis was actually
on rates of decomposition

in unique environments.

- You're Ahalya Rajan.
- Mm-hmm.

I read that paper.

Stay.
I could use the help.

Hey, boss.

"Git in here"?
What's going on?

That was a formal invitation
to an informal investigation.

We do not have
enough evidence

to open up an official case
into a disappearance.

- Grace Huang.
- One of your
scholarship students?

Rockstar in my program.

I got her a job at
the Eclipse to pay bills

until she could graduate
and start here.

How long has she been missing?

She left work
one night last month

and no one's
seen her since.

When Catherine asked
around at the casino,

they fired her.

You think your partners
at the Eclipse...

Look, I don't know
how they're involved,

but I had to break
into my own office

to get my file on Grace.

I do have
surveillance footage

that I got from a friend
at the Eclipse.

- Mm.
- I mean, this has to be
your own decision, Joshua.

I can do my best
to protect you, but

you know, if you get caught...

Let's find your friend.

There must be at least
50 distinct layers here.

I guess he just
kept painting Fred

until he was rigid
enough to stand upright.

Might have cause here.

Could be postmortem,

but looks like
enough blunt force

and penetrating
trauma to do it.

What causes
a wound like that?

A wrench?

Maybe that hammer
in the conservatory?

There's
no hammer in Clue.

I'm sorry, have you ever
beaten me at a board game?

Whoa! Uh...
Max said you might need me?

Yeah, we do. Uh...

DNA is dissolved.

So, without fingers to print
or a face to match

in missing persons,
all that's left is dental.

We don't like dental?

Without a presumed-to-be name,
forensic odontology

- can take months.
- Ah.

I might have a faster way
to find out who Fred really is.

Um... you're pretty good
with putty, right?

I lowered the silicone
curing rate by 15%

when I worked at Dow,
so, no, I'm not "pretty good."

I'm your huckleberry.

Let's do it.

There.

That's Grace.

End of her shift,
headed home.

She looks happy.

Always.
It's infectious.

Not seeing any signs
of distress.

Mm.

She's not being followed.

She's headed
to that silver Camry.

That's Grace's car.

Where'd she go?

She never made it over here.

Is there really not a camera

covering the area
between those angles?

The only other
movement is that SUV.

That's one of ours.

Takes whales to the airport.

You think
she was pulled into it?

We got to get a look
at that vehicle.

I doubt Jodi can get us
that car without questions.

And forget
about a warrant.

There's no official case.

Well, there's nothing official
about the guy I'm calling.

I think he's ready
for his close-up.

Okay, searching missing persons

around the time Fred appeared
at the haunted house.

Everybody,
meet Tim Harker.

A missing person...

not named Fred.

Mm.

Mr. Harker was 36.

A veterinarian assistant.

His fiancée reported
him missing.

Looks like he got taken from
his home five months ago.

He sure didn't get far.

Lived right up the street
from the haunted house.

You know who manages
the apartment complex next door?

Who?

I-I don't understand.

If-if you found Tim, then...
then why can't I see him?

Why-why can't... Ms. Tran,
your fiancé's body is...

The state it's in.

You don't want to put
yourself through that.

But you're sure it's him?

Yeah.

Can you take us through
the morning he went missing?

I-I just came home
- from a double.
- Mm-hmm.

I thought Tim would be
eating his oatmeal,

like normal.

But instead,
this place is trashed.

His chair, that bookcase,
everything's knocked over.

All this time, I-I couldn't
get rid of Tim's stuff.

Seeing it all
gave me hope

that...
that he might...

When we found Tim,

this man was at the scene.

He's part of the group
they call Necropolites?

- The haunted house people.
- Yeah.

- They did not like Tim.
- We saw
on Tim's Facebook,

he wanted the haunted
house shut down?

Do you think
that guy killed Tim

over a stupid
haunted house?

- It is a theory.
- I begged Tim

to make peace
with the owner there,

but he refused to set
- foot in that place.
- Boss?

- Bosses?
- Come on.

- Boss people?
- Any luck in the kitchen?

Oh, luminol's having
a field day.

It's probably all bleach,
but I'll just keep testing.

Check it out.

Same blue dust
I found next to the body.

Metal scrap, from mill work
at the haunted house.

Are you sure?
Mm.

If it's here and there,
then that means...

- Nothing.
- Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.
- It sounded like Tim
never went to Necropolis.

This-this could be from
the killer's shoes.

Or someone else's.

Booties.
Oh, my God.

We're supposed
to wear booties.

I-I...
Man, I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry.
- Did you track
that dust in, Beau?

I don't know,
I-I, I mean,

I've been working in the area,
but the-the-the dust--

The-the-the dust,
the dust doesn't count.

Not anymore.

It's tainted evidence.

We can't use it
to put the killer here.

We can't... Listen.

We need more than dust.

We need a murder weapon.

We need to know
where this man was painted.

Where he was taken.

Mistakes happen.
We adjust.

Oh, there he is.

I owe you one, Trey.

- No way, man.
- You sure you won't
get in trouble?

I'm not that good
at my job.

Tow the wrong car
at least twice a month.

What's one more
little mix-up, right?

: God.
Miss you, stranger.

You ought to
come around more.

My sister asks
about you.

Yeah, tell her, uh,
tell her I said hi.

Hell no, I won't.
Ha, ha.

All right, look, text me
whenever you're done

with whatever,
- you know, this is.
- All right.

- All right, thanks.
- Pick her up.

Hey. What's up?

Hey. Look what I got.

My buddy won't say a word. Really.

We go way back.

Vegas born and raised.
I know the type.

Big fan of the type.

Let's see where the nav system

says this car has been.

Okay. Two trips the day
she disappeared.

One to a gas station.

And the other...

60 miles into Ralston Desert.

Wonder what's out there.

Nothing good.

Paint. No trace.

No trace.

Huh.

FTIR says the paint is
industrial grade latex.

The stuff you use to stop
metal from rusting.

Cool.

Are you not gonna tell me
the history of latex paint?

Are you still thinking
about earlier?

My massive screwup?
Just a bit.

Hey. I was
too hard on you.

Okay? Please don't be
too hard on yourself.

What do you tell your kids
when they make a mistake?

That I'm deeply ashamed of them,

but their mother
still loves them.

All right, then, Beau.

Your mother
still loves you.

No moping.

All right.
Let me help you out.

Yes, please.[chuckles] Okay.

We need to find something
that shows Gene's the one

who painted this body.

What have we here?

Check this out.

More blue metal dust.

Mm.
Between paint layers.

That didn't come off
the bottom of your trainers.

You think the victim
got painted at Necropolis?

Gene did say
he knew every way in

and every way out
- of that place.
- Yeah, but...

he couldn't turn a man
into a mannequin

in the middle
of a crowd, right?

There's Michael Myers again.

He doesn't look
too happy to see us.

Nikki, you got
to keep it moving.

We can't have 'em
bottlenecking like before.

Copy that.

Fans sure don't scare easy.

Eh, a body cracking open
like an Easter egg?

You got to admit, pretty great.

Uh, that "body" has a name.

One you know, actually.

Tim Harker.

You're kidding me.

So that's why he shut up.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I mean, just...

just 'cause he wanted
us out of business...

I'm...

I'm not a suspect, am I?

'Cause I-I'm not sick enough
to dream up something...

You about to say something?

Sir, someone applied

57 coats of paint
to Mr. Harker's body.

Now, we think
they did it here.

Is there some place that they'd
have enough time or privacy?

Maybe.

If you don't show us,

then you'll be arrested
for obstruction, so...

Right.
Right.

And... here it is.

Uh, gentlemen, excuse me.

Gentlemen?

Um, is this your entire crew?

Who else has access
to this area?

How about
the whole world?

Most of the doors
don't lock.

Security is crap.

It's a damn parade
back here.

Crazy fans sneaking
in for a peek.

This place must
really be haunted.

Our tools sure do have
a way of ghosting.

What's behind this wall?

That's not a wall.
It's a construction flat.

So when was this put up?

About five months ago.

Sorry, guys.
This is coming down.

How about that?

That's a lot of paint.

They didn't just paint him here.

They killed him, too.

I can't think of a happy reason

anyone would drive
Grace out here.

You have arrived
at your destination.

Not to second-guess
sultry map lady,

but we sure this is the spot?

SUV stopped here,

turned around
and went back to the Eclipse.

All right, so...

Blue is for
undisturbed ground.

Red is...

Not what we're
hoping for.

So, what?
We're all suspects now?

Just elimination
prints, bud.

You and your guys
belong here.

We think we might find
someone who doesn't.

Whoa.
This place is a mess.

Carter could make some real
money bringing CSIs back here.

A high-traffic crime scene.

It's my nightmare.

I got to admit, I don't even
know where to begin.

A murder weapon
would be a start.

Somebody punched
a very strange hole

in Tim Harker's braincase,
right where we are.

And don't be shy
with your luminol.

You might find
- what they used.
- Well, I can try.

But what if,
in some crazy scheme

to avoid getting captured,

the killer disposed of
the murder weapon, huh?

Ooh.

- Tough crowd.
- Sorry.
Found an eyelash.

A white eyelash?

There can't be
that many people

walking around
with a white eyelash.

Gene Farrow has vitiligo.

So, care to explain
how your eyelash ended up

in the Employees Only section
of the haunted house?

:
Well...

I have snuck back there
a few times.

To see how the alien
autopsy room is coming.

- It's really exciting.
- So...

just curious.
That's all?

No.

I might have borrowed some tools
for a special project.

We are going to need to look
at those tools, Mr. Farrow.

It's G...

They're in my bedroom.

Ah, this is such
a strange feeling.

Nobody's ever seen
these guys before.

Wow.

I mean... wow.

Thank you.

I-I really am proud of them.

Arrest him.

Oh, Gene.

Oh, no, no.

:
No, no, no.

I-I'm innocent.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
for an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.

Hey.
What just happened?

That ain't good...

but it's not evidence.

That man's going behind bars.

And if you want him
to stay there...

He admitted to
trespassing and burglary.

The arrest is justified.

That's a 24-hour hold.

Wind the clock forward a day,

you got nothing tying
him to the murder.

He is back out on the street

and you just made a man
who lives like this

angry.

That looks like...

Dig carefully.

This is as deep as it goes.
There's... there's nothing here.

Maybe there never was.

Showed her an empty hole
to scare her,

told her to disappear?

All right,
and then filled it back in?

They know I'm looking.

They moved her body.

Well...

let's get this back
to the lab.

We can sift for trace there.

Please tell me
you found something.

I wish I could.
I-I combed through

the entire apartment.
No dice.

Gene is out in 14 hours.

He's made a mistake somewhere.
Check it all again.

Hey.
There you are.

Heard you were having
a tough time.

Can't find
- the murder weapon.
- Mm-hmm.

It's a strange object.
Blunt force.

Happened in this room.

I was hoping the killer
might have cleaned

the tool he used
and put it back, but...

I need to reprocess everything.

We need to.

Are you sure
Serena won't mind?

It's gonna be a long night.

Well, then, can we get
some more light in here?

I don't have
raccoon vision like you.

Whoa.

Wow, that,
that thing is loud.

Tell me about it!

I wonder how they're gonna
get that out of here?

Pieces, probably.

Pieces.

What?

You see?

You didn't need all night.

Just needed a little
Folsom Time.

The heat from the saw
must've cooked the oil

in the latent.

- Huh.
- So you can forget about DNA.

- Print's too faint to lift.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know.

There's something I learned
in one of my FBI classes.

Fluorescent
fingerprint tagging.

Hmm.

You tent and fume.

But instead of counting on
the cyanoacrylate

to capture,

it's just a sticky base
for Lycopodium powder.

This stuff's so fine,

it adheres where regular
print powders can't.

And fluoresces under UV light.

Hope you got an A+
in that class.

I'll give you partial credit.

That's not our guy.

You've matched one of
the elimination prints.

What?

- Who-who's Lue Jasper?
- We met him.

He works construction
at the haunted house expansion.

He operates that machine
on a daily basis.

His print there,
it doesn't mean a thing.

We've still got
nothing on Gene.

He's...

He's gonna get out.

You know, when I was eight,
I had this Bratz doll.

Detective Alicia Keys.

Took her everywhere with me.

You?

I was, uh,
never much for dolls.

I'm still learning
how to play with them.

So, what kind of paint
your guy use on Lil' Allie?

It doesn't match.

That's was acrylic, and it looks
like it was applied differently.

Well, Gene's not
covering a body.

Maybe... maybe his
style's evolving, too.

Well, there's lots of
possible explanations.

There's just no proof.

I can't use this
to link him

to Tim Harker's murder.

What time is it?

Gene Farrow's
getting out of jail?

Right now, all we can prove
is that he stole some tools,

but if any we can link any
of them to Tim's abduction...

Well, please.
Stay as long as it takes.

Ugh.

Beau, you got to stop
beating yourself up

over the whole shoe thing.

No.
We missed it.

Okay, okay.

Okay, so what are y'all
so excited about?

I think that I screwed up
when I thought I screwed up.

But the real screwup--

Slow down, man.

I don't think I contaminated
the victim's bedroom at all.

I found these on a shelf
in Tim's closet.

Blue dust in the treads.

I sure as heck
didn't walk there.

So, do you think that the victim
tracked this stuff in after all?

Actually, we're not so sure.

Those are nine and a half,
and Tim was six foot two.

And then...

...there's this.

Do these belong...

Gene is a little guy.

I don't know why
he would leave his shoes

in the victim's bedroom.

Then again,
why paint a dead body?

Or turn me into
a Cabbage Patch doll?

Let's find out
whose shoes these are.

Then we can ask all
the questions we want.

- Hey, Beau.
- Yeah?

Thank you.

All right.

Now, I did not
see that coming. No.

Is someone gonna tell me
why I'm here?

I can.

You killed Tim Harker.

What?

Do you know
what the holy trinity

of crime solving is, Mr. Jasper?

Means, motive, opportunity.

Opportunity.

You work in the same room
where Tim Harker was killed.

And you spend a lot
of time there alone.

Means.

That's your print
on the murder weapon.

Took us a while to find

since you hid it
in your table saw.

If that's my print,
it's because it's my machine.

I work with it
all the time.

Yeah, you're right.

We always knew that you had
opportunity and means.

But we didn't
consider you a suspect

until we found your motive.

What motive?
I don't know that man.

But you know his fiancée.

Biblically, even.

This is crazy.

I-I didn't... Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Just watch.

That's how little bits

of your work ended up
in her bedroom.

Just pack up a bag
and then we'll go.

Sounds good.

It was your trainers
that tracked that dust in.

Men's clothing
in the living room.

Men's shoes in the closet.

Elena said that was
all Tim's stuff.

But the DNA tests
said otherwise.

It's all yours, Lue.

You're sleeping with
Tim's fiancée.

You have been
since before Tim went missing.

We thought he was abducted.

Now it seems a lot more likely

Tim trashed the place
when he found out.

I don't know why else anyone
would punch that bookcase.

See, you said that
Tim never set foot

in the haunted house.

That's another lie, right?

I mean,
he went in once...

He just never
came back out.

Tim confronted you, right, Lue?

And things got out of hand

and you used a weapon
of convenience.

The table saw's tilt shaft.

But, I mean,
now you had a problem.

What to do with the body.

You'd killed Tim in the back.
No cameras, no tourists.

But getting him out?

Ooh. Impossible.

So you didn't.

You used your surroundings.

A place where
one more creepy monster

would just blend right in.

This wasn't some
horror-obsessed sociopath

living out a deranged
mannequin fetish.

No.

This was just
a run-of-the-mill murderer

covering up a crime
like only he could.

What was I supposed to do, huh?

To get away with murder?

I don't know.

Maybe next time
try 60 coats of paint.

Wha-what is this?

You knew who did it,

you stayed silent,
and you lied to the police.

You're accomplice
after the fact.

But I'm not a killer!

Yeah, and you're still
going to the same place.

Go figure.

Um... Missed a spot.

- Is that tortoiseshell?
- Last I checked,

there weren't many
tortoises roaming around

that far north
in the desert.

Maybe from Grace's
sunglasses?

Hey, it's something.

It ain't much.

No, but we
know what we know.

The amount of bacteria
that I'm finding

suggests remains were
buried there.

Might not give us
an ID, but...

It didn't even
give us a species.

We-we took
a drive to some vacant lot

in the Ralston Desert
that we can't explain,

and all we have is
a hole full of bacteria

and whatever that thing is.

And we still don't have
enough to open up a case.

All right, whoever
this is, I am not...

Okay, yeah.

Uh, uh, look,
I'm sorry to leave you

to clean this mess up.

I got to go.
Yeah. Yeah.

Jodi.

Hey, what's going on?

I mean, we got
to meet in person.

You're calling
from a burner...

- They took my phone.
- Who's they?

I don't know.

- I didn't see him.
- Oh, Jodi.

Your face.

- Who did this?
- I don't know.

And you can't tell anyone.
I'm not going to the police.

- Why not?
- Because he left me
with this.

What have you gotten me
into, Catherine?

All right.
I went to the desert today.

And I found...

It has to be Grace's grave.

And we have got to... No. No.

I'm not doing anything.

Just be careful.

I don't want you to be the next
woman buried in the desert.

Hey, boss?

I'm so sorry.

We got the right guy,
didn't we?

Yeah, I know.

I was just so convinced.

Everybody gets one.

I had a priest arrested
for arson once.

Turns out it was
a freaking nun.

Uh-oh, this the nun story?

You better leave me
alone, Joshua.

Y'all be good.
Good night.

Night, boss.

- What?
- Nothing.

I just, um... I missed this.

Uh-huh. So did I.

Hey, we haven't really had
the chance to talk

since I've been back.

We will.

Hey, listen, man.
Hey, hey. It's after hours.

If you want me
to call security...

I am supposed to be here.

I was told
that I could come

- and collect this.
- Okay.

Do you want to know
what happened

after my arrest?

Those stolen tools cost me
my job and my place.

I'm getting evicted.

- Gene, I am sorry.
- No, no, no, no.

There's something you

need to understand,

doing what you do.

People who may...

act a little different

or... look a little different,

it doesn't make them
a bad person.

Why did you make that?

You... inspired me.

Mm?

If you don't want me
to have it, here.

Go ahead.

Just... take care of her.

You know, if you don't
want to keep that,

my niece has
a birthday coming up.

Are you gonna hang on to it?

Just collect the whole CSI set?

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