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♪ Have a banana, Hannah ♪

♪ Try the salami, Tommy ♪

♪ Get with the gravy, Davy ♪

♪ Everybody eats
when they come to my house ♪

♪ Try a tomato, Plato ♪

♪ Here's cacciatore, Dory ♪

♪ Taste of baloney, Tony ♪

♪ Everybody eats
when they come to my house ♪

♪ I've fixed your favorite dishes ♪

♪ Hopin' this good food fills ya ♪

♪ Work my hands to the bone
in the kitchen alone ♪

- ♪ You better eat if it kills ya ♪
- [Man whimpering]

- ♪ Pass me a pancake, Mandrake ♪
- [snapping fingers to melody]

♪ Havin' a derby, Irvy ♪

[whimpering continues]

[gags, coughs]

[coughing]

[gagging]

The truck was headed to the landfill.

When it passed through the security gate,

the guard noticed a suspicious ooze
leaking out of the back,

so he notified the driver.

The driver jumped out,
checked it out, and called us.

What is the code for suspicious ooze?

666.

Well, at least the primordial variety--

the stuff of creation, heaven and hell.

Yeah, I'll take "Hell" for $500,
please, Alex.

- [chuckles]
- [liquid dripping]

- Is this your ooze?
- Yep.

- [horn honks]
- Hey! Shut it down!

- Shut it down!
- Looks like blood.

[sniffs]

[sniffs]
Smells like blood.

Okay. Open it up.

Possible body parts.

Looks like it's been put through
a cheese grater.

This is some kind
of hardcore shredding, boys.

Hey. "Cafe Perka."

Cappuccino machine.
I was thinking about buying one of these.

Piece of a steel-belted radial?

- Bicycle bell.
- [bell rings]

Guess the rest of the bicycle's
in there somewhere.

[clinking]

- What do you make of that?
- Credit card?

Looks like it used to be a credit card.

A chopped-up rubber tire,
a coffee maker,

and a cheese-grated body,
if that's what this is.

Not something you see every day.

Here's looking at you, kid.

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Come on, tell me, who are you? ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ You ♪

Well, that's one way to clear a paper jam.

Prototype failed.

It jammed before it made it to the market.

The business made us destroy it.

You guys said something about body parts?

Yeah. We found some in a truck
headed for the landfill.

It was mixed in
with a lot of shredded stuff,

much like what comes out
of your machine.

The truck's manifest led us here.

It's gotta be some mistake.

Company sends us
all kinds of material to shred--

electronics, appliances, apparel,

prototypes, rejects, recalls.

Hey, somebody has to lose
the Super Bowl, right?

All those hats and T-shirts--
"We're number one."

This is where they turn out
to be number two.

Does that include bodies?

No. We don't shred people.

Maybe someone fell in.

Well, we've got cameras everywhere,
not to mention OSHA.

Someone so much as gets a paper cut,
gotta shut down.

You're gonna have to shut it down
right now, boss.

We need to take a look at it.

We want to talk to everybody
who worked that night shift.

Plus we're going to need to see
what your eyes saw.

- You guys got a warrant?
- Hey, got one right here.

You can, uh, shred it when we're done.

[Man] Except for the big stuff, most clients
send their material in padlocked bins.

They fill them up at their offices,
arrange secure transport.

We take care of the rest.

That's it.
That's the whole graveyard shift.

Like I said, no one fell in.

Well, maybe they didn't have to.

Padlocked bins, secure transport--

If I was going to get rid of a body,
seems like a good way to go.

[exhales forcefully]

All this came from the one truck
with the body parts?

Yeah. Looks like we're in
for a long day.

Did you really sign up for this?

Yeah. As my recent
brush with T-Rex confirms,

the exhilaration of field work is
the only thing that gets me out of my head.

- Still got Wendy on your mind, huh?
- Yeah.

Believe me, I get it.
Two ships passing.

Takes a while for the fog to clear.

I know what you need, H.
A good night out on the town.

- Yeah.
- When?

All right, guys.
We got paper, plastic, metal, yuck.

Let's call it, shall we?

I got yuck.

Oh, Lady Catherine.

Always a delight.

Somebody's in a good mood.

Well, I enjoy a good puzzle now and again,

and this one is grade A.

You seem in a good mood yourself.

You have a certain glow.

Hodges opened his big mouth.

Detective Vartann's a good man.

Can we, uh, get to the goo?

I sent representative samples to DNA.
We'll see what we get.

Obviously, the body's too mangled
to determine much.

Weight of the parts suggests that
we're looking only at one unfortunate soul.

I took a tissue sample.
Put your nose down the scope.

I'll give you a tour.

Tissue's autolyzed,
with a lack of nuclear detail.

Presence of saprophytic bacteria
started the decomp.

Our victim was D.B.S.

"D.B.S."?

Dead before shred.

Time of death's approximately
36 to 48 hours

before the indignity of this dice and slice.

C.O.D.?

A portion of the cranial bone
shows a hint of a beveled edge.

- Are you thinking entry wound?
- More than thinking.

- I also found this.
- Ooh.

Bullet frag.

It stuck around.

[gunshot]

Greg found bullet fragments
in the grind from the shredder.

We'll run everything through ballistics,
see what we find.

- Everything all right?
- Huh?

Oh, yeah. Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

- You been swimming?
- Oh, uh, shower.

We just went through a truckload
of garbage and dead body.

I, um-- I still smell, don't I?

You don't want an answer to that.

Found a credit card--
well, a piece of one--

very similar to the one that you pulled
out of the trash last night.

- Am I right?
- Looks like it.

There were several in the shredder mix,

and these were more finely diced
than the others,

and Hodges thought
that it merited a closer look.

- Is he running it through trace?
- Yeah.

You sure you're all right?

Fine.

Oh. You, uh, dropped your bean.

DNA on our D.B. came back.

Confirms one source.
No hits in CODIS.

So far, all we have
is an unidentified white male.

Well, we knew I.D. on this guy
wasn't going to be easy.

He's in a thousand pieces.

Pieces may be all that we need
as long as they're the right ones.

I ran trace on the credit card shards
that G and I found in the shredder mix.

G?

They were bathed in high concentrations
of hydrochloric acid,

potassium chloride, and sodium chloride.

Stomach acid.

Along with magnesium,
potassium, beta carotene, zinc,

and some essence
of Mercenaria mercenaria.

- Spit it out, H.
- Quahog clams.

Apparently, the shards were part

of a not-so-delightful
Manhattan clam chowder.

So what you're saying is,
our victim ate his credit cards?

Or someone made him eat them.

It's like straight out of an old Mob movie.

You can't pay up, so eat up.
Bullet in the head for dessert.

Well, we didn't find enough pieces

to reconstruct the name and number
as it appears on the card,

but we may not have to
because we have this.

The magnetic stripe.
Cardholder's name and number

is encoded repeatedly
along the length of the stripe.

Yeah. All we need is a section of it.

Our victim's last supper
may tell us who he is.

[beeps]

[beeping]

Larry LaMotte? No way!

You know this guy?

Well, yeah, if it's the Larry LaMotte.

- Haven't you've seen his online ads?
- Mm-mmm.

"How much would you pay
for peace of mind?

Protect your identity with ID Preserve."

He owns a credit protection service.

For a monthly fee,
they help protect your identity.

I just signed up last month.

Since when do you worry
about identity theft?

[scoffs] Every aspect of our life
has been reduced to binary code, Nick.

All we are is zeroes and ones.

Easy pickings.

My name is Larry LaMotte,
and I want to ask you a question.

How much would you pay
for peace of mind?

Well, the next few minutes
may answer that question,

and it may change your life.

So we checked Larry LaMotte's house.
No one home.

And all his calls went to voicemail.
That's not a good sign.

Good morning, gentlemen.
How can I help you?

I'm Detective James Brass,
Las Vegas Police.

This is Dr. Ray Langston
from the crime lab.

- We're looking for Larry LaMotte.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

He's not available.
May I ask what this is concerning?

- And you are?
- Oh. Elaine Travers.

- I'm his executive assistant.
- Gentlemen, I'm Julius Kaplan.

I'm Mr. LaMotte's head of security.
Is there a problem?

No. No problem, Julius.

We think your boss may be dead,
so we need to ask a few questions.

There must be some misunderstanding.
Mr. LaMotte is on vacation.

Where?

At an undisclosed location, where,
unfortunately, he can't be reached.

- I'll say.
- It's okay, Julius.

- I can handle this.
- Who are you?

I'm Larry LaMotte.

My name is Larry LaMotte,
and I want to ask you a question.

- How much would you pay for...
- You're Larry LaMotte?

Yes. Now, did I hear
you gentlemen correctly?

I'm dead?

You look younger on TV.

Better-looking, too, right?
[chuckles]

Marketing 101.

You got something to sell, hey,
get someone pretty to sell it, right?

- And who is the man in front of the camera?
- Wesley.

Works in the mailroom.

He can't string two sentences together,

but put a script in front of him,
suddenly he's Brando.

So, gentlemen,
what about this dead thing?

Well, as I was telling Mr. Kaplan,

we found a body shot in the head.

Someone had force-fed him credit cards.

The credit cards were in your name.

- My name?
- Yeah.

Uh, I-- I don't understand.

Have your credit cards been lost or stolen?

Did you know that every 79 seconds,
someone has their identity stolen?

It can take years,

thousands of dollars,
to get your good name back.

Mr. LaMotte,
if someone has stolen your identity

and that person has ended up dead,
that raises some serious questions for us.

Like what?

Well, if someone stole your identity,
it can't be good for business.

I'm the victim here, Detective.

Our company
has thousands of subscribers,

corporate clients who depend on us
to protect their data,

their intellectual property.

This company made
120 million dollars last year.

In other words, why would we
risk all that in order to go after

some penny-ante credit card thief?

Well, that raises the possibility
that whoever murdered our victim

thinks they killed the real Larry LaMotte.

Do you have any enemies, Larry?

Thousands.

Like you, I make it my mission
to stop criminals.

You wear a badge,

I wear the trust of every client

who pays $19 a month
to make sure that I'm watching.

It'd be a lot easier
if you just got us a list.

Elaine!

The officers would like to take a look
at our offenders files.

And please get
two subscription packages ready.

Don't worry.

Our brothers in law enforcement
get a discount.

Larry LaMotte had a lot of enemies,
but they're all his clients.

Yeah. I see a couple of thousand
have filed consumer complaints.

Yeah. Subscribers claimed that instead

of protecting their identities,
the company stole them.

Credit card numbers
found their way to Nigeria.

And we know what happens in Nigeria
doesn't stay in Nigeria.

ID Preserve passed it off
as an unfortunate security breach,

but one guy didn't buy that excuse.

Lee Devries, 34, a machinist.

He drove a truck right through
the window of ID Preserve.

Starts waving a gun around,
demanding face time with Larry LaMotte.

Six months in county.

He got out four weeks ago.

And his first job out of the joint--
working at a temp agency

that supplies workers
to the shredder company.

- Sounds like somebody worth talking to.
- I'll call Brass.

- Nicky?
- Yeah.

Were you planning on telling me that you
stopped seeing the departmental shrink?

I didn't think it was a big deal.
I went my mandatory two times.

I thought that we talked about this.

- We did. I went.
- That's it? You're done?

Look, I've been getting in the gym.
I've been eating right, getting good sleep.

Healthy body, healthy mind, right?

Catherine...

I can't sit in a room and talk about
how I feel from one minute to the next.

- It's just not my thing.
- Sure about that?

Positive.

So, Lee, where you been
the last 72 hours?

Huh?

Run into Larry LaMotte,
by any chance?

I'm gonna make this simple.

Have you put any bodies
into any shredders lately?

All right. Stand up.
Stand up! Stand up!

Back up. Back up.

Sit over there.

All right.
Look, I'm going to be you.

A more cooperative you.

All right, Detective, all right.
I'll tell you what happened.

Now, you know
that I ran into Larry LaMotte.

You know my history with him.
I got jammed up, and I got arrested.

But as luck would have it,
I got a second chance at him.

I gathered up that bastard, right?

I jammed credit cards down his throat.

I took out my gun,
I popped a cap right in his brain,

and I took that mess
that used to be Larry LaMotte--

And you know what?
I didn't know what to do with it,

so I put it in the shredder at my work.

That was the end of Larry LaMotte.
Done.

Questions?

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's not a question.

The guy destroyed my life.

I signed up with ID Preserve

'cause I was scared somebody
was going to steal my identity.

And the next thing I know,
I got loans taken out in my name,

I got mortgages,
I got debts I can't even begin to pay.

Hell, they even repossessed my truck
right there in that scumbag's window.

You got an alibi?

Six of them.

Thanks to Larry LaMotte,
there's a half dozen guys

running around out there
saying they're me.

You running the credit card we found
in the D.B.'s stomach?

Yeah.
On the computer in the bullpen.

Those are my numbers on my computer.

I'm checking my purchases.

Ever since that whole ID Preserve thing
went shady, I got a little paranoid.

There are plenty of legit companies
doing this,

but I can't believe
that I trusted those guys.

Yeah. It's like that friend
that you meet in science camp,

and you find that you have
all the same interests

and you like to go to all the same movies
and do all the same things.

Then one day,
he offers to give you a haircut.

And you need one,
so you figure, why not?

And then he starts showing you
this sketchbook

and swears that he's done nude drawings
of all his friends--

Hodges, it's not the same.

Oh, of course not. No. I'm--

I'm sorry, G.
I'm just feeling you.

So, is this bullet fragment
telling you a story?

Once upon a time, a cranium met
a 9x19 millimeter Parabellum round.

The end.

I found this other fragment in the mix.

It's tarnished,
encased in fibrous tissue.

Looks old.

The fragments from the bullet
that went through our shredder guy's head

show polygonal rifling,
consistent with a Glock.

Now, this other fragment
has conventional rifling.

[Hodges] So the older fragment
is from a different gun.

Right. But could still come
from the same victim.

- How?
- A previous incident.

It shows signs of encapsulation.

[gunshot]

Over time,
the body's defense mechanism

encapsulates the frag in the tissue
to protect against infection.

So far, we have nothing
to identify our shredder guy.

Maybe this shred of evidence will help.

It's at least worth a good cleaning.

[Sidle] So we sorted through
the shredded items

in the load with our dead body
and discovered something.

Most of it can be traced back to one place.

Let me guess. ID Preserve.

So I'm thinking maybe
the body is in one of these bins

that ID Preserve uses
to send stuff to the shredder.

And maybe our friend Larry LaMotte's
hands aren't so clean.

I bet that he would say that when these bins
left his office, there was no body inside.

Which is why I did some checking.

ID Preserve uses a subcontractor
to handle transport of its bins.

Guess who runs that company?
Larry LaMotte's head of security.

- Julius Kaplan.
- Mm-hmm.

Let's light them up.

[Sidle]
Oh, that's a lot of blood.

I think we just found our smoking bin.

I traced the credit card
from our victim's stomach.

Card was mailed to a P.O. box
in Gallup, New Mexico.

Which I'm guessing was under
a phony name and address.

Still, it sounds like we found
where our identity thief's from.

Guy's pulling an old-school fraud.

New-school stuff is way more high-tech.

I pulled the purchase records
for our man from Gallup.

He bought a ticket here to Vegas.

Once in town,
he made a series of small-time purchases.

Lucky for us, he wasn't shy.

[Willows]
Maybe now our shredder guy has a face.

I'm running facial recognition.
Usual databases--

military, DMV.

Hey. Langston and I just found blood
in one of the bins from ID Preserve.

It is a match to shredder guy.
We can't touch Larry LaMotte,

but we can go after the man
who touched the bins.

Julius Kaplan!
Las Vegas Police!

Mitch.

[Sidle over radio]
We got a body.

End of the line for Julius Kaplan.

We found where shredder guy
had his last meal.

Maybe who served it up to him, too.

I got a feeling our friend here
did some bad in the world.

Maybe somebody
conjured up some payback.

[fly buzzing]

Liver temp is 78.5.

Puts time of death
at approximately 5 p.m.

- Nice place, huh?
- [camera shutter clicking]

- Value just dropped another ten percent.
- [chuckles]

Single shot, back to front,

slight upward trajectory.

Round exited out the front.

Fly ball to left.

Going,

going...

Caught at the warning track.

A baseball reference. Charming.

Blame Grissom.

[siren blares]

Looks like a .45 auto.

Six lands and grooves,
left-handed twist.

Consistent with a Colt pistol.

Stellate tearing around the entry.

Could be soot.

Maybe some partially-burned
black powder in the wound track.

Contact wound.

Killer put the gun right up to his head.

High-velocity spatter.
There's an odd void in the pattern.

Hey, who wants a beer?

- I do.
- I do.

Our host has a fridge full in his kill room.

I also found this Glock,

and that's consistent with the gun
that killed shredder guy.

- What about Julius here?
- The bullet that went through Kaplan's head

says it's a different gun that killed him.

The neighbors across the street
have a surveillance camera.

We might get lucky.

- I think I just found our void.
- [clicks]

[Stokes]
Looks like a match to me.

There's no sign of forced entry.
Guy's sitting by the pool.

Killer brings him a beer.

Gets close enough
to put a gun to his head.

[gunshot]

- Kaplan knew his killer.
- Sure did.

Seeing as this is a courtesy interview,

I assume counsel is not necessary,

but I would like a record
of the conversation.

- Make sure you take down every word.
- Yeah. Yes, sir.

I take it you've heard the news
about your head of security, Julius Kaplan?

Yes, I have,
and I am deeply saddened.

He was a good man.
He was hard worker.

He was a stand-up guy.

Well, not at the end.

As a matter of fact,
not at the beginning, either, actually.

No, but I get the feeling
that you knew about that.

[Brass]
So we ran some prints.

Your head of security,
Julius Kaplan,

whose real name,
by the way, is Julius Kirsch,

also known as Julius Child--

And he got that nickname
because he used to be a Mob collector

who would make dinner for his victims,
but he would always add an extra ingredient.

You know, ground-up casino chips,
chopped-up credit cards...

Needless to say, I'm shocked.

We were also able to put a face
to our mystery man from the shredder.

I've never seen him before.

He was dumped into a shredder
from one of your shred bins.

Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.

As you know,
Julius dealt with the shredding company.

That's convenient.

Gentlemen,
I lost the same friend today twice.

Obviously, Julius wasn't the man
that I thought he was.

Now, whatever wrongs he did,
that's on him.

I take this as a learning experience.

You know,
it's like I say in my seminars:

Assuming someone's name is easy.

Assuming control of your life--
that's hard.

[Johnson] I'm checking the surveillance
cam footage Nick got

from the neighbor who's across the street
from Larry LaMotte's security guy.

- Julius Kaplan.
- The good news is

that even though the camera's angled away
so we can't see the driver,

we do have an image
of a car leaving the scene

around the time of Julius' murder.

The bad news is that another car's
passing at the same time,

which obscures our view.

It's not a lot to work with,
but I might be able to work a little magic.

- [Stokes] Hey, Catherine?
- Stay with it.

Yeah.

Ballistics confirms that the Glock I found
on top of the can of clams

was the gun that killed shredder guy.

- I liked the French chef for the deed.
- No, Sara called that one right.

It just wasn't the gun that killed Julius.
That was a Colt 45 pistol.

And that gun has a history.

Slug matches a robbery/shooting
in Reno six years ago?

Yeah. Some guy was found
in a Dumpster barely alive.

Paramedics rushed him to the E.R.

72 hours later, he just walks out
of the hospital, vanishes. John Doe.

So Reno P.D. sent over the cold case file.

Here is his shirt from the E.R.

These frags have some fuzz on them.

Nobody's perfect.
Kind of looks like a Chia Pet.

Hmm. Cartridge case from the shooting.

Weren't able to pull a print, though, huh?

No. The only good thing
about a case going cold

is that technology has
a chance to catch up.

We might get something now.

Okay, so we've got two shootings,
six years apart;

Julius Kaplan and a John Doe
in an alley shot with a Colt pistol.

There's got to be a connection somehow.

[Willows] Let's clean up these frags,
see what we get.

[beeping]

[beeping]

[gunshot]

[beeps]

All right.
Let me get this straight.

A partial bullet fragment
from a previous injury

lodged inside shredder guy

is a perfect match to a round found
in a John Doe six years ago?

Shredder guy and John Doe are
the same person-- were the same person.

Six years ago, shredder guy
is shot in an alley,

robbed and left for dead.

Yet, he survives,
skips town and disappears.

Flash forward six years.

Shredder guy returns here to Vegas
with Larry LaMotte's stolen identity.

But bad news for him.
He runs into Julius Kaplan,

- [coughing]
- ...who cooks him a special meal...

- [whimpering]
- [snapping fingers]

- ...and then kills him with a Glock.
- [gunshot]

Then someone kills Julius Kaplan

using the same Colt pistol that shot
shredder guy six years ago in the alley.

- Two crimes, same shooter?
- Could be.

It doesn't make sense, Catherine.

Shredder guy had a credit card
in Larry LaMotte's name

sent to him in New Mexico,
where he was living.

So why would an identity thief
come all the way to Vegas

to commit fraud
in Larry LaMotte's backyard?

Right.

Maybe he just wanted a free trip
to Vegas on Larry's dime.

And maybe he wanted Larry LaMotte
to know he was in town.

Either way,
something else is going on.

Julius Kaplan said it himself,
why kill a penny-ante thief?

- He's not worth the risk.
- Well, he might be,

if the thief is threatening to bring down
the entire ID Preserve empire.

Facial recognition
got a hit on shredder guy.

DMV in Florida had a 10-year-old
driver's license on file.

Check out the name.

- Shredder guy is Larry LaMotte?
- The real Larry LaMotte.

Well, if he's Larry LaMotte,
then who's Larry LaMotte?

See this cartridge case?

We pulled a six-year-old print off it.

It has all the personal information
we need to identify you.

You have a very impressive C.V.

Burglary, fraud, and identity theft.

Good-bye, Larry LaMotte.
Hello, Arlo Karden.

Arlo Karden doesn't have
the same ring to it, I'll give you that.

We searched your house.
Guess what we found.

A Colt pistol.

The print on that cartridge casing
puts you in an alley six years ago

with, given his penchant
for credit card fraud,

I'm guessing your old partner in crime,

the real Larry LaMotte.

[grunting]

You thought you'd killed him.

You thought it was safe
to use his name.

Good name.
Not in the system like yours.

We, uh, searched your phone records.

You received calls from a prepaid cell
in Gallup, New Mexico.

I-I can just imagine, you know,
the real Larry,

you know, watching TV,

and seeing some geezer
making money off his name.

So he gets on the Internet,
does a little search

of the profiles of big-time CEOs,

and then up pops a picture-- you.

[Langston]
Larry called you up, offered you

peace of mind for a price.

But you don't pay retail,

so you get Julius Kaplan
to get you a discount.

Which only leaves one loose end.

Here you go.

[gunshot]

I didn't kill anyone.

Larry said he wanted five million dollars.

Yeah, yeah,
we were partners back in the day.

Hell, I figured after all that time--
I mean, I-- I owed him.

So I gave him the money.

I instructed Julius to deliver the cash.

After that, well,
I think we all know what happened.

Yeah, everybody always blames
the dead guy.

I'm not the same guy in that alley.

Not anymore.

A man can change.

As far as that gun goes,
that doesn't prove anything.

I got workers.

I got people coming in and out
of that house all day long.

And as far as six years ago goes,
my attorney informs me

that in the state of Nevada,
the statute of limitations on assault,

even with a gun, is two years.

Yeah, I shot Larry LaMotte.

I stole his name.
I left him for dead.

But I only killed him once.

I checked with the bank.
Arlo may be telling the truth.

At least about one thing.

He made a withdrawal four days ago--
five million in cash.

So, what, you think he's trying
to pay off the real Larry?

It's possible.
Maybe Julius Child went off-recipe

and whacked the real Larry
to keep the five mil for himself.

It would give Arlo motive to kill him.
He wanted his money back.

Well, one problem. We searched
Arlo's house, Julius's house, ID Preserve.

Where's the five million?

Hey, Cath, I got something.

I used digital frame averaging

to process the surveillance footage
we got from the neighbor

across the street
from Julius Kaplan's house.

Program got us a partial plate.

[beeps]

Car was rented two days ago
by one Mr. Lee Devries.

That's the guy that drove his truck
through the window of ID Preserve.

Guess he got a little payback.

Brass sent units to Lee Devries' place.

He wasn't there.
He didn't show up for work, either.

The neighbor said that he was visiting
his girlfriend in Henderson.

If he's got a briefcase with five million
dollars in it, he's heading to Mexico.

Langston. Yeah, Jim.

A patrol just spotted Devries' rental car.

- Heading south?
- Got it.

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Lee Devries!
Las Vegas Police!

Devries, get out of the car!

Step away from the car.

Information is currency.
That's what they say.

And you turned it into cold, hard cash.

The all-knowing executive assistant.

Knows every phone call,
every meeting, every e-mail,

every intimate detail of the boss's life.

You knew the real Larry.
You knew about the blackmail.

You knew about your boss
withdrawing five million bucks.

You even knew about Julius Childs
and his skills in the kitchen.

Saw an opportunity
for a little quid pro quo.

The thing about the "quo" is it's a lot
sweeter when you don't have to share.

[gunshot]

He was a pig,

just like my boss.

And the quid pro quo
started a long time ago.

Except then, it was about
holding on to my job.

"Honey, can you grab me
a cup of coffee?

"Honey, can you pick up my dry cleaning?

"Sweetheart, can you come by
my place tonight?

I need a little help with something."

You used your boss's gun.
We spoke with Lee Devries.

He confirms someone accessed
one of his accounts.

You used his identity to rent a getaway car
that you planned to dump at the border.

And with five million dollars
missing, well,

naturally, we'd be looking
for Devries and not for you.

And thanks to ID Preserve,
you had all his credit card information.

Easy peasy.

Like you said,
I know every detail about my boss's life.

His business, too.

He ruined a lot of lives--

people who trusted him,
like Devries.

A little justice for all of them
has got to be worth something.

Information's currency, right?

Elaine Travers pled out,
gave up her boss.

With all those defrauded clients,
he's looking at identity theft times 1,000.

Larry Arlo,
whoever the hell he is--

he's not going to be getting much
peace of mind over the next 12 years.

His fellow inmates better keep
their hands in their pockets.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, you out of here?

Yeah. Yeah.
I think I'm gonna grab a beer or ten.

- You want to join me?
- I don't think so.

You sure?
We can talk about our feelings.

[chuckles]
I'll see you tomorrow.

[Sanders]
I don't live in Kyrgyzstan.

I've never even been to Kyrgyzstan,

so how could I spend $1,200
on snacks and a yurt?

It's unfortunate.

I mean, not only Greg's
identity theft issues,

but, uh, our man-date--
it's been postponed.

- Your mandate?
- No, no, no.

Not-- Not a mandate.
It's-- It's a man-date.

It was actually Greg's idea.

Um, we meet at
the same time every week

so that I can put Wendy behind me,
you know?

So, uh, you look very nice.

- Thanks.
- Do you have plans?

Yeah.

Well, okay.

Hey, did you get a haircut?

Uh, no. Why?

Did, um, Greg happen
to mention something or--

- No.
- Oh.

I mean, he might have mentioned
something about a science camp.

But you know how people talk.

I could show you mine,
but I think that might be inappropriate.

You hardly notice them.

- Scars?
- Hmm.

Of course, some scars
heal faster than others.

I got a letter from Nate Haskell
the other day.

He wanted to let me know that,
uh, he was thinking about me.

The kidney bean?

Yeah.

Don't let him get into your head, Ray.

Well, he's already in there.

Everything that happens to us--
the good and the bad-- is part of us.

Took me a long time to realize that, uh,
it doesn't have to define who we are.

We get to decide that.

Good night, Dr. Ray.

Good night, Sarah.