CSI: Vegas (2021) s02e05 Episode Script

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Previously on CSI: Vegas
Something brought you back.
Grace Huang. Rock star in my program.
I got her a job at the Eclipse.
She left work one night
and no one's seen her since.
I don't know what you think
happened to this girl,
- but I want to help.
- Oh, Jodi, your face!
What have you gotten me into, Catherine?
I went to the desert today.
It has to be Grace's grave.
They know I'm looking.
They moved her body.
- How bad is it?
- Found her unconscious.
But she's stable.
I'm sorry.
Director Roby, good to have you back.
Champagne?
You got me running,
going out of my mind ♪
Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Roland Woodall.
And as the least intelligent
person at this party,
who better to say a few words?
Now, technically I'm a lawyer,
but what my job really is,
it's building relationships
between the brilliant scientists
of our university
and brilliant investors
who want to reward them,
partner with them,
change the world with them.
People like Professor Grady Morrow.
- No. No.
- Yes.
Take a seat, Roland. You're drunk.
Yeah, well. Yeah,
you're right, Professor.
I am. And I might be a little premature.
But when the ink is dry,
your new electromagnetic autoclave
is going to make field medicine
safer for the entire planet.
Just as soon as Joe Milligan
gets out his checkbook.
Thank you, Joe. Thank you.
Tonight, we celebrate
what happens when our university
gets tech transfer right.
Cheers!
L'chaim. Cheers.
Don't bring me down ♪
It's not my autoclave.
I mean, the real credit should
go to our whole team, right?
How about the money?
It was an honor to work with you,
- Professor Morrow.
- Thank you, Luther.
- You're welcome.
- Listen
You kids tie one on for me.
Fancy friends ♪
I'm telling you,
it's got to be the end ♪
Cheers.
No, no, no, no, no ♪
Supposed to be my lunch break, Benny.
I've eaten like one
sleeve of saltines all day.
We'll get you a steak after
you make a new friend.
High roller's waiting for you.
Asked for you by name.
- Asked real nice.
- Mm.
I hear someone in here
wants to have a good
Come on.
You're showing up to my job now?
You've been hiding from me, Monica.
That's because I don't
want to talk to you.
I'm gonna have you bounced.
Your roommate is dead.
Grace.
She was murdered.
Wh-What?
Someone took her.
Buried her in the desert.
By the time I got there,
they had moved her.
But I know that it was her grave.
I thought that That she just ran off.
I-I didn't What happened?
That's what I've been
trying to find out.
You know that Grace
was studying forensics.
I was trying to help her.
In a way, I still am.
What do you want from me?
You two lived together.
I just want to know
did she say anything?
Did you, did you see something
that just seemed off?
- What is it?
- Nothing.
- Monica
- Nothing.
This is my job.
- You need to leave.
- You know something.
Come to my job.
We'll talk.
Hey.
Welcome to the worst
after-party of all time.
Yeah, dispatch said every
ambulance in Las Vegas
was headed here.
Bet you wish you were
still on medical leave.
I'm ready to work.
This was a university function.
Now there's 30 folks headed to the ICU.
Guests are too old
for a kegger gone wrong.
What've we got?
Mass poisoning? Gas leak?
I don't know. Finding out.
That's the fun part, right?
Yeah, looks like a hoot.
Beau, you ever worn one of these before?
Yeah. Halloween.
I was Dustin Hoffman in Outbreak.
Two years in a row.
Well, if you thought the job
was hard before,
wait until you do it inside
a giant sandwich bag.
Suit up, gentlemen.
It'll take a while,
but as soon as LVFD does
their sweep, we're heading in.
Oh
What'd I just step in?
- That is vomit.
- Ugh.
And it's everywhere.
Come on.
Got a body over here.
Looks like he fell from that ledge.
There's another one
facedown in the pool.
This guy looks like
he just laid down and died.
What the hell happened here?
So, all these victims, who are they?
Yeah, uh, that's Roland Woodall,
he's a lawyer at the college.
This is Melany Petersen.
She is an administrator
in the dean's office.
And Chavez is still trying to ID
the guy who took a nosedive.
So at first blush,
we've got drowning, head trauma
and some sort of heart attack or stroke?
I mean, we don't know for sure
until Sonya does the autopsies,
but they do seem like they're connected.
It's hard to believe
that it's accidental
or some coincidence.
Detector tubes aren't picking up
any toxins in the air.
- Looks like we can lose the suits.
- Absolutely not.
This is not some Level 2 test facility.
Out here in the field, you never
know what you're up against.
If there was any risk,
the colorimetrics
Something out here killed three people
and sent a bunch of people
to the hospital.
We rule out every single
possible toxin that our lab can detect.
Until then, you zip it
and you keep it zipped.
You got it?
Yes, ma'am. I'll start
collecting samples.
Thank you.
- You all right?
- Huh?
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
I mean, you cannot be too careful.
Hey, anybody got a syringe?
Yeah.
I need one with an 18-gauge
needle. I think I'm out.
You taking his vitreous humor?
- Mm-hmm.
- Here.
If everybody got poisoned,
eye fluid might tell us.
It's what made them all sick.
Not my favorite chore, but
But the juice is worth
the squeeze, right?
Why are you dead?
And why are you alive?
All right. Thanks.
Got an ID on the older guy
who fell. Joe Milligan.
COO of a defense contractor
called Whitmore Hewett.
Well, don't say that name three times,
or a Javelin missile might blow you up.
I knew that party felt familiar.
Not your first mass casualty gala?
It's not my first tech transfer party.
Lawyers like Woodall,
they gin up grants and deals
with big corporations
like Whitmore Hewett.
They're the middlemen between
the talent and the money.
They're the kind of folks that
incentivize the next Theranos.
So we got a dead shifty lawyer
and a defense tycoon.
Probably a long list
of folks with motive.
Maybe some of the survivors
can help us narrow things down.
Ride to the hospital with us.
If this was an airborne toxin,
then we might find it
on the clothes of a survivor.
Or the killer.
I'll start running the champagne
and food through LCMS.
No, no, no. Allie and Folsom
are gonna do that.
You're coming to the hospital with us.
Let the teaching moments continue.
It's gonna be okay.
Let's just get you back into bed, okay?
So, how do you guys want to play this?
Good cop, bad CSI? Bad cop, good CSI?
Good cop, emotionally unavailable CSI?
- You just talk to them, man.
- And you swab, Beau.
And collect the clothes.
Um
Excuse me.
- Dr. Parish.
- Yes.
Hi, I'm Dr. Maxine Roby,
crime scene investigator.
How are you feeling?
Exhausted.
And not too hopeful.
A dozen research scientists
at that party.
Three MDs, including me.
And none of us have the first clue.
But the hospital's blood
toxicology report
isn't back yet, so
I trained the doctor running this place.
I had her rush my tests.
Couldn't find anything.
She's stalling, doing damage control.
If your team actually
finds out what did this
throw them a line.
Miss Nix,
I know you're in pain.
Can you tell me if you saw
anything strange or suspicious?
I was standing up.
And then I wasn't.
That's all I remember.
Oh, now that's interesting.
Did, uh, did that happen at the party?
No, I was, I was welding
for Professor Morrow.
I'm a graduate assistant in his lab.
Electromagnetics, engineering.
That's-that's the job.
Oh, cool. Cool. Yeah,
I used to be a chemist.
No, seriously.
Now I'm, you know
Using your brain for justice.
Right on, man.
Hey, can you tell me
if Professor Morrow's okay?
He left the party early and
no one has seen him since.
Oh, he left before everybody got sick?
Yeah.
Uh, I'm gonna make sure that he's okay.
Oh, uh, can you do me a favor?
Do you mind staying here?
I can barely walk.
I'm-I'm not going anywhere.
- Mm?
- I got a suspect.
Roland Woodall, Joe Milligan
and Melanie Petersen.
Mm-hmm.
Some of my grad students
were at that party.
Are-are they ?
They're stable. They're being held
for observation at the hospital.
Oh, good.
Now, we spoke with one of them.
- Luther Cannel.
- Mm-hmm.
He said you left the party early.
Why was that?
Detective, do I look like
I belong at a party?
I don't know, Professor.
Did you happen to eat anything
while you were there?
Yes, I-I ate everything.
And then I got the hell out of there.
It was either that
or listening to Roland Woodall
- drone on and on and on.
- And you're feeling okay?
Yes, yes. Um
You don't think that I
We don't know yet.
But I'd like the crime lab
to verify your story
that you ate everything.
Verify my story how?
Oh.
You're a man of science, right?
You wouldn't mind terribly, um
producing a sample?
You're not seeing any evidence
of a chemical attack?
Not unless you count alcohol.
Looks like Mr. Milligan
attacked his liver with it
pretty routinely.
You think he got drunk and fell?
He definitely fell.
Exactly why or how, I couldn't say yet.
I'm just getting started here.
Ah.
Wonder if Melany Petersen fell.
She she has epilepsy.
She could've had a seizure,
toppled over into the pool
Okay, what part of "I haven't
done these autopsies yet"
are you not understanding?
My favorite part of going
to the movies is the previews.
Fine.
All right.
So that guy, Woodall.
No visible explanation
for his collapse, right?
- Right.
- You see that?
That's an implanted insulin pump.
Appears to be empty,
so that's where I'll start.
When I get in.
Three deaths
in the same place at the same time.
It can't really be
a coincidence, can it?
I mean, and then, how do you account
for all the people sick in the ICU?
Well, have you ever heard of
mass sociogenic illness?
No, it doesn't sound like
something I want to catch.
When a few people
in a large group fall ill,
sometimes the rest fear
that they've been exposed
to something dangerous.
So monkey see,
monkey have a collective panic attack.
Never underestimate
the power of anxiety.
It can cause convulsions, paralysis,
empty stomachs
Workplace annoyance.
Hey, uh maybe I'll
have better answers
when I'm left alone to do my job.
No, yeah.
Monica, thanks for coming in.
You said if I ever saw anything weird
Someone gave that to Grace.
- Day before she went missing.
- Where? At the Eclipse?
No.
Grace and I had a side hustle,
serving drinks at this
private poker room.
High rollers from, like,
"Herka-blergastan".
Same guys every week.
- This is some tip.
- I looked it up.
It's worth as much as a car.
I've been so tempted to pawn it.
So, who was this guy?
Grace wouldn't tell me.
But she said the guy who gave it to her
told her to stop asking questions.
- About what?
- I don't know.
But she must've been into something.
Something that got her killed.
I figured since you're,
like, the forensic lady,
maybe you could help find this guy.
Maybe. With your help.
When's the next time you're working
at this private poker room?
Tonight. Why?
That's from your suspect.
He's perfectly healthy.
Claims he ate and drank
everything at the party.
- But I'll let you be the judge.
- What is that smell?
Got him to give me a sample.
Oh.
Mm-mm.
- Ugh.
- Dude! I didn't bring that
all the way over here for my health.
The professor wasn't lying.
Look.
So there was no need for him to
I will say it shows
he was willing to help
- Mm-hmm.
- with the investigation.
We need all the help we can get.
Nothing's jumping out as a cause?
Nothing yet. No.
Vitreous humor from Mr. Woodall's eye
showed no presence of known poisons.
We're on the hunt
for more exotic chemical
and biological agents.
Well.
I will leave you to it.
I'm gonna circle back at the survivors
who were too sick to talk to earlier.
Very peculiar.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Oh, sorry, boss.
GC/MS on the outdoor
surface swabs gave us bupkis.
It's negative for vesicant agents,
choking agents, bacteria,
fungi and rickettsia.
I-I don't know what it is we're missing.
Okay, sometimes it helps
to approach a problem backward.
How would you poison an entire party?
Oh, that's easy.
Venom from a blue-ringed octopus.
Tetrodotoxin.
I mean, it's a thousand times
more powerful than cyanide.
What you want to do,
is you want to put it
on the stemware before
I'm so sorry, Beau,
but you're no longer invited
to my birthday party.
Keep thinking outside the box.
I think our killer did.
- It's crazy, isn't it?
- Mm.
That everything we know fits
inside 1,300 grams of meat.
Pretty easy to believe
about some people.
How come nobody down
here ever likes you?
- I have no idea.
- Hopefully,
Mr. Milligan's 1,300 grams
can tell us more
about what happened than you've managed.
- FBI!
- Looks secure.
Anita, Mike, seal the exits.
Dale, you two gather the clothes.
Hey, buddy. You can't be
in here. What is this?
Arthur Fenwick. FBI.
I need you to put the blade down
I'm in the middle of an autopsy.
- And I just need to finish
- No, ma'am.
You are to cease at once.
These bodies are the property
of the United States government.
These bodies are our best
evidence. That's our whole case.
It's not your case anymore.
It's a federal matter now.
Agent Fenwick, you know
that my crime lab has
- every resource we need to
- I'm sure
you folks have done
some super work so far.
But we'll be taking it from here.
Do you remember who
you're talking to, Arthur?
I've known the director
much longer than you have.
Everyone in D.C. knows
that the Vegas crime lab
can handle any kind
of biological attack,
if that's what we're even talking about.
That doesn't look promising.
I can count on absolutely
no hands the number of times
I've seen the Feds claim jurisdiction
and then stand down.
But three people died in my town,
- we're solving this.
- Yeah.
All right, what'd they
leave us to work with?
- A few blood tests that tell us nothing.
- Mm.
Hey, so, uh, I got a long shot here.
- But promise you won't laugh.
- No.
Fair enough, um
What if there was a fourth
decedent at the scene?
One that we could actually examine.
Found him in the koi pond.
I measured the rat's
metabolomics with GC/MS
to find the postmortem interval.
Levels of his proteinogenic
amino acids
threonine, tyrosine, lysine
they all show the rat's time of death
same as the victims.
So your suggestion
is I necropsy a rodent
to solve a mass casualty event
that's been taken away
on federal authority?
Why not?
We play the rats we're dealt.
Did you get our little friend to snitch?
Not sure yet.
Maybe you can help.
You see these ill-defined clusters?
Hmm. Tumors?
That's what I thought initially.
But it's not.
The rat suffered from
distributed infarctions.
Mini strokes. Happened all at once.
H-How do you know that?
There's nothing there showing cause.
If the rat had been living
with a disease this severe,
there'd be evidence.
And, pshh, there just isn't.
What could cause this?
I'm throwing darts
without access
to the human victims, but
I found traces of hydrogen
peroxide in the rat's lungs.
If everyone at the party
inhaled enough of it
I think I might know what happened.
Oh, hey.
Folsom, I'm on with the Bureau.
This is Monica, Grace's roommate
that I was telling you about.
Why don't the two of you get started.
Josh Folsom.
So, Catherine mentioned
that you're gonna be
helping with Grace's case.
Just doing what I can.
She had me swipe a few things
from a poker game.
Catherine said it might tell you
which of these high rollers
gave Grace a watch?
I don't know how, exactly.
Guy named
Floryan chewed on this.
This is from Mario Albon.
He used that
to wipe his mouth.
Mikel Koslov.
Chain-smokes these.
And there's just one last thing.
Sure. Give it to me.
What is
happening?
I'm not really sure.
Emil Lazov is really handsy.
You know, this dress is evidence, right?
Absolutely.
Monica, why don't you come with me.
We'll, uh, figure out something
you can wear out of here.
It was nice to meet you.
It might not have
been what it looked like.
- Mm-hmm.
- Three unrelated deaths.
What if, instead,
they were all caused
by hydrogen peroxide poisoning?
Sonya found some in the rat's lungs.
Sorry
Okay, it's an interesting theory,
but most of the evidence
would have degraded
into water and oxygen
by the time we got there.
Yeah, I know.
It's deadly and then
completely innocuous.
It's the perfect poison.
It could explain the
vomiting and the seizures.
- Mm-hmm.
- But how do 50 people and a rat
inhale that much H2O2 at the same time?
Well, it was 92 degrees that night.
And the mansion had patio misters
to keep the party guests cool.
What if one
of the clever engineers in attendance
came up with this elegant
killing solution?
And if you're lucky, you can
still find some H2O2
- in the nozzles.
- We'd need more than luck.
We'd need access.
It's the FBI's crime scene.
Not anymore.
Catherine says they're done with it.
It'll be picked over, but it's ours.
Go suit up.
- Love it.
- And, Allie,
treat it like a fresh scene.
- Full suits until you retest.
- Seriously?
Yeah.
Then go find out what they missed.
Anything in the misters, Beau?
No. Bone-dry.
I don't think the FBI folks
checked these things.
Th-There's no hydrogen peroxide here.
Maybe it spilled out, evaporated?
Let's check the filtration system.
There might be some left in there.
Look.
All the misters lead here.
Let's see what is behind
canister number three.
Just ordinary filtered water.
There's no sign of
hydrogen peroxide here.
So, let's walk the property again.
Uh Hey, guys?
Yeah.
Come have a look at this.
Aw. Poor fish.
What happened?
They were fine when
we left a couple days ago.
I don't want to be the one to tell Sonya
that she's got to necropsy
a bunch of dead fish.
Well, I think you can skip it.
Might've just killed our
hydrogen peroxide theory. Look.
It's what they treat the water with.
It prevents algae.
It's full of highly concentrated H2O2.
So, the hydrogen peroxide
in that rat's lungs
was never aerosolized.
Nobody else breathed it in.
The rat just respired
H2O2 in this water.
Yeah, but what made him
stroke out and fall in?
And why are all the fish dead?
Two different answers
to those questions.
Sadly, I can only answer for the fish.
The oxygenation pump died.
Poor koi eventually suffocated.
But, wait, that pump looks brand-new.
Either this place
is cursed or there's
What?
Wait, where are you going?
I got to check on something.
Oh. I know that face.
He's either found
something or he's hungry.
There's a pattern
of malfunctioning electronics,
from the pond pump all the way in here.
- Meaning what?
- I don't know yet,
but I think we should check
everything with a circuit,
mark it on this map.
And if it works, mark an "O".
If it's on the fritz, mark an "X".
Looks like an acute angle
ending in a vertex.
Yeah. Assuming you mean it
all comes to a point here?
- Mm.
- Or it started there.
Something that caused
an electrical disturbance.
So, we're standing in the vertex.
What are we looking for?
Something that doesn't belong.
Hmm.
Guys, one of these plugs
is not like the others.
Whoa.
And it's powering something
that's not connected to the pool.
You see this long barrel?
That's a solenoid.
It has an incredibly strong magnet.
And this over here
is the beefiest solid-state power supply
I've ever seen.
The hell are we looking at?
The answer.
I think this thing is a weapon.
Okay. Thank you.
Let me call you back.
Okay, you two look like you're
fitting to sell me something.
No, no, but we are gonna
tell you why everybody got sick
at that tech transfer party.
- That?
- Mm-hmm. That.
Okay, I'm gonna need to hear more.
We found this with the pool
equipment at the crime scene.
What do you know about Havana syndrome?
Just what I read in the news.
A bunch of State Department
folks got sick in Cuba.
And they thought they
were getting zapped
by some Russian invisio-ray thing.
But I thought that was a
bunch of psychogenic hooey.
Y-Yeah, it probably was in their heads.
But what they were afraid of,
there's some real science
behind it, and it's
This.
A directed-energy weapon.
I mean, it's really
just a high-powered electromagnet
with some important modifications.
At low levels,
electromagnetic devices
have broad use. But
- turn up the amount
- So we're-we're
we're killing people with magnets now?
Well, it's not exactly lethal, but
it ain't fun.
Directed-energy weapon sends pulses
that synchronize with brain waves,
causing tens of thousands
of synapses to fire all at once.
We're talking transcranial
magnetic stimulation.
Seizures. Microinfarctions. Vomiting.
It's an all-you-can-eat buffet
of neurological cataclysms.
You wet yourself, you soil
yourself, forget how to walk.
Maybe you fall to your death
or drown in a pool.
I'm not sure I'm buying this one.
I think we can prove it.
How?
W-We'd have to turn it on again.
- Right.
- Which I promise,
we won't kill anybody.
All right. Got duplicates
of the electronics
that failed at the party.
And one that we suspect
failed inside Roland Woodall.
Everybody out, Allie?
Yes, boss. Copy.
We're all out in the parking lot.
Okay, copy. It's good.
Okay.
Um, the thing about a directed weapon
- is the energy is directed away.
- Mm.
- So you're safe back here.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay. I'm good.
Three, two, one.
That's enough.
Y'all okay?
- Yeah.
- You good?
Yeah. Yeah, we're all okay.
- That's it.
- I mean, the electronics aren't.
Yeah.
But-but three toasters didn't die.
- Three people did, right?
- Yeah, but the killer
couldn't have known someone
would have a seizure and drown
or stumble off of a ledge.
But if you knew what
these babies could do,
you could count on an
electronic pump malfunctioning.
This insulin pump
is identical to the one
inside Roland Woodall.
See how it malfunctioned?
If the killer knew that he was
type 1 and had a pump,
this whole thing may not
have been designed
as a mass casualty attack.
It could have been a singular
homicide that turned into one.
But how many people
in the world know enough
about electromagnets
to make one of these?
I know of one.
And he didn't stick around to get sick.
Professor Morrow.
Sir, we have a warrant
to search the premises.
What is this?
Haven't you harassed me enough already?
Professor Morrow, what's going on here?
I don't know, Luther.
I-I haven't done anything.
It's the same electromagnet
as the murder weapon.
Murder weapon? I thought
you guys were looking for poison.
No. We have a new theory
we're working with.
Uh, listen, can we
can we continue this conversation
- in my office, please?
- We found this
at the party you left early.
This is where you tell us
you've never seen it before.
Well, I haven't.
If Joe Milligan was here,
do you think he'd recognize this device?
I mean, his company,
Whitmore Hewitt, was paying you
a lot of money for that weapon.
No.
And
Roland Woodall was
getting his beak wet, too.
You didn't like that, I guess.
Whitmore Hewett
bought my autoclave, okay?
But
Yes, it-it uses similar technology.
But all my device does
is sterilize surgical equipment.
- I can show you the prototype.
- Luther, come on.
Sure. We can look at the prototypes.
- My colleagues would appreciate that.
- L-Look,
I-I'm sure that once
you've seen it for yourself,
you will realize I have
nothing to do with this.
Listen, Professor,
let's not get off-subject here.
You're gonna tell me you didn't know
a defense contractor
would weaponize the tech
you were selling?
I don't have to take this.
No, Professor.
You don't.
Thank you for your time, sir.
I had that guy on the ropes.
No, you did not.
He's not our guy.
When people have neurological damage,
they typically walk
with a hemiplegic gait.
All the survivors at the party did.
Paralysis, weakness, spasticity.
When it's on one side of the body,
it decreases motor function,
and then it alters the range
of motion at the joint.
Take Luther. At the hospital,
he was ambulatory,
but his knee was hyperextended,
so his steps were abducted
and it swung in a semicircle.
Today, Luther's performance
was not as good.
He snuck one by me before,
'cause he was walking around
with that IV stand.
But today he was freestyling,
moving slow but with a totally
normal range of motion.
So no sale.
Why would Luther fake his symptoms?
I can think of one reason.
He's the killer.
If Luther built this thing,
doesn't look like he left any prints.
Our boss, how solid is she
with all this kinesiology stuff?
The next time Max is wrong
about gait analysis
will be the first time Max
is wrong about gait analysis.
But
- you think this case could make history?
- I don't know.
If I'm honest,
I hope Max missed on this one.
I like Luther.
I mean, I know we're not
supposed to root for anybody,
- but
- Hey, hey.
Nobody can tell you
what feelings to have.
Thanks. One of my daughter's
favorite bedtime stories
has that message.
It's about a princess who
happens to be a zucchini.
Well I'm serious, Beau.
You know, when you get out of the lab,
there's a human element.
When we point fingers,
people lose their freedom.
It's heavy.
My best advice
let the evidence do
the pointing for you.
Damn it.
I think it's gonna point
to whoever did this welding.
Luther?
IXRF Atlas will show
if the alloy matches
the welding metals in his clothes.
I took 'em from the hospital.
Who knows?
Rumor has it Max is human.
Maybe she got it wrong this time.
Right.
How long have we known
each other, Catherine?
Long enough to know
you don't want be here.
I told you I'm afraid.
I have a person of interest
in Grace's disappearance.
A man who tried to buy her silence.
Mikel Koslov.
You know him?
The name.
We hosted him at the Eclipse
a dozen times.
He likes craps, cards and girls.
Not in that order.
He's definitely scary, but
why do you think it's him?
How much you want to know
about capillary electrophoresis?
You gonna help me or not?
I don't think I can.
Koslov is gone.
He hopped on his private jet yesterday.
Where'd he go?
You should stop.
Just take this as a sign that it's over.
Let it go.
How long have we been friends, Jodi?
I was told that I could help you
with some technical questions.
Got all kinds of questions, Mr. Cannel.
First one is
ever seen one of these?
Uh, that's computational tomography.
It's a CAT scan.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. It is your CAT scan
taken at the hospital the other day.
- How did you get
- We had a warrant.
Does it look like there's
anything missing there to you?
- No.
- You are right.
That is your big old brain,
all right there.
But I will tell you what is not there.
Is the distributed infarctions
that all the other victims had.
So you think I was exposed
to less of whatever did this?
Mm. Don't think you were exposed at all.
Hey, Beau? We're ready for you.
See, most
of our questions have
to do with this thing.
We found it at the
party the other night.
Yeah, we're hoping
that a brilliant engineer like yourself
can answer some questions, like, uh,
how it works or-or who made it.
Or, you know, we're
not even completely sure
how to turn it on.
I really wouldn't do that if I were you.
Well, I think this charges it up.
Uh, but exactly
how showtime happens, that,
I don't know. I mean, it's
got to be, like, a knob here
Mr. Finado, please, do not
play with that in here!
You're-you're a scientist.
You understand how
dangerous this is, right?
Luther?
You killed three people.
I'm not your peer. I'm not your friend.
- I know my rights.
- And we know
you made that weapon.
The welding metals
in the fibers of your socks
are the exact same
welding metals in that.
Okay, just please turn it off.
Please turn it off, okay?!
Woodall made a deal behind your back.
You found out they were gonna take
your tech and make a weapon.
So you had to stop them.
You found the perfect
place to set it up.
Pool enclosure.
Gave you a power source and cover.
And then you waited
until Woodall was standing in the beam
and then you let him have it.
Then you blended in with the survivors.
I didn't mean to hurt those people.
- Then why'd you do it?
- Because I had to.
That party was our last chance.
Somebody had to stop Woodall
from making that deal!
Relax, Luther.
I removed it.
Your contribution, right?
The power pack?
Whitmore Hewitt never
cared about our autoclave
or how many lives it could save.
They wanted my pulse power
generator that came with it.
Wall outlet electricity
converted into pulses
of narrow-band high-voltage power.
When I realized what they
intended to do with it, I
You went the full Oppenheimer, huh?
"I am become Death,
destroyer of worlds".
Thomas "Beau" Finado,
you're the man who synthesized
cleaner-burning jet fuel using glycerol
and butyl alcohol, right?
- You looked me up.
- That process,
did it decrease pollution
in commercial aircraft?
Or did it just end up
making cheaper explosives?
What's your body count, Mr. Finado, huh?
Detective,
this man needs to be
advised of his rights.
Get up for me, please.
Hands behind your back.
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 to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.
He's right, you know.
At the end of the day,
he might've done us a favor.
You do not believe that.
It's not up to us
to decide what ought to be.
Our job
is to find out what happened.
You did your job today, Beau.
You're so fly with it ♪
'Cause you just get it ♪
I have to admit,
I'm surprised you offered to meet here.
It's not true what they say
"You can't go home again".
I used to work at a club like this.
You're kidding.
Life is long, Monica.
If you keep your head up,
you'll have a lot more
luck finding your path.
Anyways, uh,
stuff I gave you,
did it help?
Oh, yeah.
You gave us a great lead.
A certain smoker
is hiding in Belarus.
Mikel.
He's the one who gave Grace the watch?
She knew something he was
trying to keep quiet.
Something that got her killed.
Do you think you'll ever
find out what happened?
Keep my number in your phone, Monica.
Might take a while.
But you'll hear from me.
That's what you are. ♪
So, have you ever been
to Belarus before?
No. I hear it's pretty
blah this time of year.
It's where the answers are, Max.
If you need anything while
you're on this Mikel guy,
you call us, okay?
I will.
Watch your back.
Yeah.
Everything all right?
I got some of my least favorite people
stomping all through my house.
Did they at least say thank you
for solving "their" case?
Hmm.
I meant you, Max.
Are you doing all right?
Since you got back
Go on.
Speak your mind.
You seem anxious.
Snapping at Beau.
Second-guessing every safety precaution.
It is my job to keep us safe.
I thought maybe getting attacked
got into your head.
When my grandfather
taught me how to ride a bike,
he said, "You have no choice
but to move forward".
If you do that while looking
over your shoulder,
you crash.
So if it's not some old lady
hitting me in the head
with a tire iron, it's something else?
It's up to you to decide
how much of yesterday
you want to drag into today.
And how much power
you're willing to give it.
It wasn't my grandfather
who taught me that.
Sorry for the intrusion, Dr. Roby.
It's nothing personal.
Just some folks in D.C.
that want to put this to bed.
And make sure that that
gets to where it needs to go.
Agent Fenwick, I'm sure you
folks will do a super job
at delivering the mail.
And you're welcome.
All right, people.
Be careful with that.
I know it's not up to us to
decide how things ought to be,
but should I have told
'em that I have this?
And without that
Agents of our government
are taking possession
of a very expensive paperweight.
Are you gonna tell them?
Go and get back to work.