CSI: Vegas (2021) s02e21 Episode Script
Dying Words
1
Previously on CSI: Vegas
I'm giving you the promotion
- to day shift supervisor.
- Have you told him?
I don't think I ever heard you
call Jeanette "Mum" before.
I can't get her to return my calls.
Trey told her I had him arrested,
and she's just pissed.
- This how you treat family?
- Jeanette!
- What's this? You're using again.
- Go home.
What are you planning to do
when you find your mom's dealer?
FOLSOM: I don't know yet.
I was trying to leave you
out of it until I do.
You didn't leave Allie out of it.
Just take a week and let me know
if I have a place in your life.
It's Jeanette. Sorry you missed me.
Hey, Mom, I know what's going on.
If you're running product
for these guys,
I can't help you.
(LOUD BANGING)
♪
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(BODY THUDS)
MOTHER: Josh, come inside!
(AMBROSIA'S "BIGGEST PART OF ME"
PLAYING FAINTLY)
Don't you get him riled up. (SCOFFS)
Oh, hey. All right.
- Grandpa, seriously?
- You should get some for yourself.
You don't have to drink this crap.
(COUGHS)
(SWALLOWS HARD)
(LAUGHING)
I'm kidding, bud.
I'd arm wrestle you for it.
Eh Grab your notebook.
Dying words time.
The last thing when we left off
last night, you said,
"Don't marry a woman
who paints her toenails".
(CHUCKLES): I did?
Maybe you don't need
to write down what I say
after I have my medicine, huh?
(LAUGHING, COUGHING)
- Hey. You okay?
- (COUGHING): Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. (COUGHS)
But this goes in there, all right?
Family. It's the most important thing.
Family first, always. Okay?
(WHEEZING)
(COUGHING)
J-J-Jeanette!
(COUGHING, WHEEZING)
JEANETTE: Go on, Josh.
You don't need to see this.
(COUGHING)
Okay.
Forever ♪
For me, there's nothing better ♪
- (COUGHING)
- You're the biggest part of me. ♪
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
JEANETTE: Hey.
You the one who's gonna
take me home after?
Yeah, girl. Get in.
- (CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
- (ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE ON SECOND CAR STARTS)
♪
JEANETTE: Go ahead, Josh.
You don't need to see this.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(HUMMING)
You're the biggest part of me. ♪
Come on. Hurry up.
Hey, be nice.
Where is this guy, anyways?
Right up here.
God, it's so freaking dark.
Why don't you just tell me
when the package is coming
No.
Please. Please.
You did this to yourself.
♪
No, please!
No. Don't do this.
Please! No, no!
No, please. I didn't do anything!
No, please! No!
(SCREAMING)
(ALARMS BLARING)
MAN: Send help! Send help right now!
(SIRENS WAILING)
(CAMERA CLICKING NEARBY)
♪
Are we sure this is Josh's mom?
RAJAN: I've never met her, but you know
- that picture he keeps in his wallet.
- Yeah.
So, uh, h-how'd he sound?
CHAVEZ: Uh, I've been calling him,
but his phone must be off.
Okay, take me through it.
- Have you ID'd the second victim?
- RAJAN: Not yet.
Janitorial staff came in
a few minutes ago.
They don't recognize her.
She doesn't work here.
What is this place, anyway?
Slot machine repair.
The security is definitely lacking.
Only two cameras.
The killer or killers
got away with the footage,
but they tripped an alarm
on their way out at 3:32 a.m.
Killer or killers?
Well, Ms. Folsom was stabbed.
The other Vic was strangled.
Could be two guys.
Could be one guy who ran out of knives.
Or
this one happened first.
And our guy realized that
strangulation was no fun.
You can see how long it took.
(COUGHING, GRUNTING)
She was a fighter.
I hate every part of this.
Except for this murder
weapon right here.
Looks like shrink-wrap.
Kind of thick, like industrial grade.
Polyethylene is
a miracle of modern science.
Sticky as hell.
Half the scene is gift wrapped for us.
Great for tracing prints.
I've got my entire shift
coming in on early,
so we will test every inch.
Something tells me we got
to hurry on this one, guys.
Listen, um
I can keep calling Josh, but
the way things are between us
(CAMERA CLICKS)
He might not be answering
because it's me,
- and I
- I know. It's okay.
I'll be the one.
(LINE RINGS)
FOLSOM: This is Folsom. Leave a message.
- (VOICE MAIL BEEPS)
- Hey, Josh.
It's Max.
Josh, I need to talk to you.
♪
♪
(SCREAMING)
♪
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! ♪
(CHUCKLES): Josh.
Well, you should've built it bigger.
- I'd move in.
- (CHUCKLES)
You did so good.
Grandad did a lot.
He said you finished it yourself.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Come on.
You know, uh
I bet next time, you can build
an even better one.
I mean, you know, after.
(SIGHS)
We have to move again?
Don't look at me like that, Josh.
You know how hard this is.
Blame your dad, running off
with a warrant on him.
Blame cancer.
Damn bills are gonna wipe us out.
Where are we gonna go?
I don't know.
I think you'll need to go
with your cousins awhile
till I figure it out.
Hey.
Hey.
I will figure it out.
There's nothing I want more
than to be with you.
♪
I'm so sorry.
She tried to stop.
Josh?
She tried to stop him.
That's his skin under her nails.
Are you able to identify
this woman that she was with?
FOLSOM: No, I've never seen her.
Um, Max is running her prints and DNA.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(FOLSOM SOBS QUIETLY)
We should rush the toxicology for both,
'cause I wouldn't be surprised
if there was a, uh
a link.
RAJAN: You're exhausted.
Maybe you should try and sleep.
D-Do you want a lift home?
No, I don't. I'm not going home.
You can't keep me off of this.
- You can't.
- Joshua.
I do not have a choice.
You cannot investigate
the death of a family member.
I don't care about the rules!
I know you don't care about the rules.
Of course you can't.
How could you right now?
But times like these are exactly
why we have rules.
Fact is, we don't have much else.
♪
No!
(GASPS)
- Are those slot machines?
- ROBY: Yes.
It's a repair warehouse.
You have any idea why your mother
would've been there?
No. I don't.
If you want us to find out
who did this, you have to tell me.
I haven't talked to my mom much lately.
She talks to Trey more than me.
We're gonna find the people
who did this.
We'll see.
Josh. I am so sorry.
Look, I, uh I can't.
FINADO: Poor guy.
Looks like he's been hit by a truck.
Looks more like
he's gonna run someone over
with a truck.
We've all seen good people do bad things
when they reach the end of their rope.
You think he'd look for
the people who did this?
GILL: If it were me, and
someone hurt my mom,
none of you would ever find their body.
Ever.
(DOOR OPENS)
All right, Allie.
This is your case. Your shift.
Why is everybody standing around?
Divide and conquer?
No.
We pair up and conquer.
Can you work with Dr. Hudson
to expedite tox screens
and full blood works
- on both vics?
- Looking for?
Morphine metabolites.
Folsom's mum had a problem with heroin.
It's usually cut with sodium bicarbonate
or powdered milk.
If we can get a consistent cocktail,
match it to recent street busts,
draw the circle a little tighter.
With any luck, Max will get a hit
in CODIS from the skin
under Jeanette's nails.
Take Penny.
Two heads are better than one.
Four hands are faster than two.
Same reason you're coming with me.
Every print,
every trace on all of this shrink-wrap,
we're gonna run it all. Let's go.
(SIGHS)
Nothing.
I thought this was the section
wrapped around the victim's neck.
Well, it is. He must've worn gloves.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Is that words?
RAJAN: Maybe a bar code?
Looks like a shipping sticker
got ripped away
and there was some transfer.
Well, unless you think
- he signed his name
- Onward.
♪
Hmm.
FINADO: What have we here?
- I mean, that looks like
- Run it.
Right. We don't G-U-E-S-S.
- We GCMS.
- Mm-hmm.
I want Raman spectroscopy, too.
♪
FINADO: What am I missing?
Couple of partials.
It's not good enough.
Looks like some of the plastic
wasn't just wrapped
around the slot machines.
RAJAN: Diacetylmorphine?
That's heroin. Fentanyl citrate
and polyethylene glycol, too.
Probably from a laxative.
Honestly, it's a pretty
thoughtful cutting agent.
Oh, uh,
most heroin addicts need help
staying regular.
Can you print that? Get it to Chavez.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
Maybe there's some recent busts
with the same chemical composition.
Wouldn't surprise me if we get a match
from the victim's blood, too.
♪
Oh.
Josh.
I'm
I'm so sorry. I-I'm just
- I'll leave you a minute.
- No, no.
It's okay. I, uh
I was just going. I, um
I forgot my jacket earlier.
Hey, Josh.
Take the time you need.
It's not time that I need.
It was just the two of you, wasn't it?
Your mother raised a good man.
Just try to remember that
the next few days.
I got to go.
(GRUNTS)
Where do you want me?
- EZ2?
- Hmm?
Uh Okay, I don't mind the help,
but, uh, nucleic extraction,
and phenotypical analysis is
kind of my jam,
so you want to try and keep up?
All right.
EZ1 and CODIS.
♪
Beat ya.
I hope so.
Doesn't look like
there are any prelim matches
- in the system.
- Hmm.
Boo.
Were you expecting someone
with multiple drug arrests?
We are not paid to expect, but yeah.
Jeanette was definitely
tied up in something.
GILL: Well, we get what we get,
and we don't get upset.
What did we get?
ROBY: A Caucasian killer.
Brown hair, brown eyes.
Decent bet he's a lefty.
Most likely, he suffers
hay fever symptoms
when exposed to flowering plants.
Sneezy. The second worst dwarf.
Actually, he looks like
he's above average in height.
I've seen a guy with that description.
Yeah. I think we all have, huh?
In an LVPD file Folsom had
his buddy pull last week.
Now, I wanted to bring
this guy in sooner,
but I've been hanging
around you too long.
Excuse me. What does that mean?
"Follow the evidence,
follow the evidence,
- follow the evidence".
- Yeah.
Now, Josh was curious
about recent drug cases
in Jeanette's neighborhood.
There's been a rise
out in Sunrise Manor,
but we don't have anything
on the top two suspects.
Sammy Caldwell and Jared Ott.
CHAVEZ: Ott's the brunette. As suspected
fentanyl dealers go,
he's got a lot of teeth.
Whole crew is pretty slick.
LVPD has had these guys
under surveillance for weeks.
- Yeah.
- Home addresses,
- place of busi
- Mm-hmm.
Folsom's got a copy of this.
I'll get an ATL out right away.
Hustle. Clock's ticking.
(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)
Who posted my bail?
You'll figure it out.
Hmm.
♪
(SCOFFS)
They killed her.
Jeanette.
She's gone.
I'll drive.
You know where we're going?
Yeah. I do.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Why didn't you put something
badass up on the roof,
like a turret or something?
It's not a castle.
Just the kind of house I wish I had.
TREY: It's pretty cool.
You can have it if you want it.
(DOOR OPENS)
See?
TREY: What the hell?
YOUNG FOLSOM: We're selling the trailer.
Y'all are moving?
(SIGHS) Mom says Grandad
doesn't have much longer.
I'm going with my cousins
out in Whitney for a while.
Seriously?
That sucks.
FOLSOM: I wish we had some money.
Parents, man.
One day, we won't have
to worry about them anymore.
(SCOFFS)
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
You remember that
little house, don't you?
Fols?
I didn't bail you out
to play "remember when".
Okay, good, 'cause I still remember when
you had me arrested.
Where the hell is this guy?
Kahn Schefter, man.
Don't worry, he'll be here.
He practically lives here.
What makes you think that
he's gonna know who killed her?
I don't think he will, man.
You want some little thug
or the guy who gave the order?
Kahn is just a middleman,
but he is juiced.
He knows everybody moving fent
and H west of the Strip, okay?
He's not just gonna tell us.
No.
But that's why you sprung me, right?
Speak of the devil.
- FOLSOM: Which one?
- Grey beard.
Yo. Dude. Sit back. Come on, man.
I'm not grabbing this dude
in the middle of a crowd of people.
FOLSOM: What's your plan?
Look, I'm gonna do what I do.
You just
get ready to do what you do, okay?
I'll call you when I know where.
♪
Folsom teach you that?
There's so much shrink-wrap to test.
I'm trying to figure out
where the killer stood,
what he would've touched,
so we know what to prioritize.
Um
How is he?
Uh, he still won't answer my calls.
Yeah. Mine neither.
I didn't come down here
for a heart-to-heart.
We found Jared Ott.
- Your suspect.
- Narcotics detective in Summerlin
had his head on a swivel,
pulled him over.
No registration in the
vehicle, possibly stolen.
Well, is that enough
to compel a DNA sample?
Not even close. So
let's, uh, see your best
Folsom impression.
- (CHUCKLES)
- You find something, get it to me.
I can only hold this guy so long
on a missing registration.
Good morning, Mr. Ott.
You can call me Jared.
- Great.
- But, uh
can you clear something up?
What's going on? All I did is
I borrowed my friend's car.
That's all you did?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Oh, my God.
- What happened to these people?
- WILLOWS: Well,
let's talk about that, Jared.
Would you push up your sleeves, please?
Why?
- Do I have to?
- CHAVEZ: We don't have a warrant,
so I guess it's up to you if you
want to show us you're clean.
Or give us every reason
to think you did this.
What makes you think that I'm involved?
I'm not. I've never seen
this place before in my life.
What have you got for me, Beau?
Make me happy.
Oh, um
Your hair looks nice?
Okay, so, uh, all the prints,
half belong to the workers
in the warehouse, the other half
aren't in the system.
Jared Ott is not in the system?
No, neither is my daughter.
The only difference is,
she'd give you a ten card
in exchange for a pudding cup.
ROBY: Well, if we come up short,
it won't be for lack of technique.
This is fine work, Mr. Finado.
I would love to take
credit, but the truth is,
a lot of the shrink-wrap
came in pre-dusted.
Now, you see this clump here?
It came off the slot machines
next to the bodies.
And the trace isn't the same
as the fentanyl and heroin
we found earlier.
Mm-mm. It's too dark. What is it?
Uh
Primarily carbon and sulfur.
ROBY: And cycloparaffins and naphthenes.
- Wait a minute, that sounds like
- Asphalt particulates
Jet fuel?
That can't be right.
The-the dust came off
a shrink-wrapped slot machine.
You can gamble just about
anywhere in this town,
but I don't think you can hit a jackpot
on the tarmac of Harry Reid.
Maybe not, but, uh,
look at the signature.
You got trace amounts
of aromatics a-and olefins.
This has to be jet fuel.
- Look, I-I can confirm it with IXFR.
- We don't have time.
Okay, well, then, I-I can look
through the spectrometer.
I'd call that a confirmation,
wouldn't you?
ROBY: So, you folks had fent and heroin
coming in from overseas, didn't you?
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about how you
and your friends are running
drugs through the airport.
(SCOFFS)
The slot machines.
ROBY: Your crew is
muling drugs in from China,
It's more reliable than the mail,
if you can avoid customs.
I'm gonna wager that
that one slot machine
in that warehouse was just packed
full of fentanyl and heroin.
So that's it, huh?
Your runners were skimming product?
You got all that from
a broken slot machine
- and a dead Chinese lady?
- ROBY: No, son.
But I could blow that smirk
off your face with the dust
we took off that shrink-wrap.
We still got this guy's car, right?
Mm-hmm.
If we find more dust in there
Okay, well, I don't even know
who these women are.
Well, one of them was the mother of
a friend of ours.
ROBY: And the other woman
that you killed there?
She has the antibodies
of a strain of COVID
that's just starting to roll
through Shanghai, so, uh
What happened, Jared? Did you
and your friends get shorted?
Is that why your mules had to go?
I think we're gonna have to dig
deeper into who really owns
this slot machine repair business.
Is that who told you
to kill these women?
If you think that
I'm gonna talk about him,
you're out of your mind.
WILLOWS: Him? Okay, Jared.
Well, you're already talking.
Now, when you say "him",
who are we talking about?
(PULSING MUSIC PLAYING)
We don't like phones in here, honey.
(LAUGHS): Oh, one minute.
One minute.
Please. (GRUNTS)
What are you doing?
What did you do?
(COUGHING)
(PANTING): You idiot.
- What?
- I told you this was a bad idea.
Worked out pretty good.
Uh, for the lamp. Sorry.
You can go.
(SIGHS)
(TURBINE WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)
♪
(DEVICE BEEPS)
Walk.
Oh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, you boys is fancy, Kahn.
Are you police?
No.
Not even close today, man.
One of your buds killed his mom.
What are we doing here?
Ask him.
He's the one who made
a dozen trips back and forth
from this place past week and a half.
You seeing anything?
Yeah, I saw a guard out front.
Had to show my credentials.
Yeah. Well, you're the
one who wanted evidence.
I was just gonna beat
the names out of him.
Yeah, no one needs to beat anybody.
Shut up, man.
KHAN: Hey, hey.
(EXHALES): All right.
Just tell me what names.
- What do you want?
- Jeanette Folsom. Who did it?
Uh
Yeah, if that's what this is all about,
the people you're after
Yeah, you're both dead men.
I'm not telling either
one of you a damn thing.
Yes, you will.
I'm not a violent person.
If you expect us to believe that, Jared,
I think you spend too much time
with heroin addicts.
I think you spend too much time
beating up heroin addicts.
Especially the ones that don't pay.
You're our prime suspect
for an aggravated assault
out in Sunrise on March 17.
Put a junkie in the hospital.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day.
Read the rest of your file.
- I wasn't charged.
- WILLOWS: We know. If you had been,
your DNA would be on file,
and I'd be on my way to dinner.
Come on.
Tell us who you work for.
Rafael Tarquenio,
the guy who owns that plane.
Is that your boss?
Better start talking, dude.
Rafael, man.
He tell you to do it?
Please.
You don't know what you don't know.
I know that my mother
was running heroin.
I know that this box cutter
was used to open up
a brick of the stuff.
With Raman spectroscopy
out here in the field,
all I can really tell
is the kind of drugs
that you and your friends were running.
But back in the lab, I can match it
to the junk that was
in my mother's blood.
TREY: Mm.
How would you explain that, Kahn?
Explain it? To who?
I don't see a detective,
I don't see a lawyer.
I see an idiot
who kidnapped me, and his friend
who's about to lose his job.
ROBY: Bad news.
There were trace amounts
of cycloparaffins
on the steering wheel
of that car you were driving.
That's bad news?
Mm-hmm, for you.
I kind of like it for us.
That means there's more
of that jet fuel.
It helps puts you at the scene.
CHAVEZ: Jared, you haven't
spent as much time
in this room as I have.
But this is what it looks like
right before a guy
in that chair confesses.
I need to borrow some shrink-wrap.
Okay, don't use any of
this. The stuff hanging up?
We think these are the pieces
that the killer
most likely came into contact with.
Okay.
What are you doing, boss?
Trying to figure out how
hard I have to pull
GILL: Oh, the murder weapon
left severe bilateral
strap muscle contusions
around the victim's neck.
That suggests that at least
60 to 70 pounds
of pressure was used in order to
That's not the question.
The question is how much
force was exerted
to stretch these words
out like that.
Why is that the question?
Because I don't think Jared Ott
has the hand strength
to do this.
But the jet fuel.
Ott's a lefty.
You could see it clear as day
in his driver's license signature.
He is nursing his dominant hand.
He can't even hold up
a paper cup of water right now.
Well, if that's the case, then,
well, there goes our case.
GILL: Well, at least on
the other victim.
But there could have been
two killers, right?
I know I can make him talk.
But you should get out of here.
How?
- No, no.
- He knows who killed her, man.
She was my mother!
GRANDFATHER: Your mother
You got to take care of her.
She's your blood.
Blood's all that matters.
What is this?
Wha (GRUNTS)
Hey. Hey.
Hey, hey, listen.
Listen. No, no.
Let's just No, no, no, no.
G-Get off me, man. (GRUNTING)
Come on, man. Just
I don't know anything.
Here we go.
Oh, come on.
God. Come on, man.
Where do you think I'm going?
(FOLSOM CHUCKLES)
I-I can't feel my hands.
I know.
You're welcome.
Oh, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What did you do?
- Uh-oh.
- What did you do
- Look.
Now, that's my radial artery
and my ulnar vein.
Yours don't work anymore.
TREY: Fols, man.
- This wasn't supposed to
- You have until that puddle
is five feet wide.
Tell me who killed my mother.
Huh?
- Huh?
- Yeah.
You're not gonna let me
You-you wouldn't
It's already done! Now,
if I don't apply pressure,
it's over.
Who killed my mother?
- Dude, you don't want to do this
- We'll try again. Shut up!
Now, was it Rafael Tarquenio?
You got to start talking, man.
I wish Folsom was here
to make sense of this mess.
Penny. Is that
Okay, if there were two killers,
then maybe
they struck at the same time.
Although there's not really
room for that, unless
ROBY: What's that say?
Beau and I couldn't make sense of it.
Looks like transfer from, I don't know,
a shipping sticker, maybe?
ROBY: Tell you what.
We can still find out.
WILLOWS: Kind of an
important interrogation
going on over there. What gives?
We thought we'd give
you some fresh ammo.
- All right, boss, heat gun's ready.
- Mm-hmm.
I've never melted a
murder weapon before.
Okay uh, that's not exactly
the goal, though, right?
I know. I know, I know, I know.
We should be okay, all right?
This stuff is linear
low-density polyethylene.
It-it's a crystalline polymer.
Now, at room temperature,
you bend it, it's gonna hold.
But its transition
temperature is much higher.
- How much higher?
- Most plastics like this,
about 230 degrees Fahrenheit,
- but that's where your idea is genius.
- Uh-huh.
If we heat it up, it-it's
gonna want to snap back
into its original shape.
- And the ink?
- Um
I don't know.
That's not a good answer.
It's the truth.
I-I mean, if you give me
a few more days, I
We don't have a few more days.
This is Folsom's mother.
We need answers now.
Okay, whether the ink burns
at a lower temperature or not,
we have to try this.
Let's record it.
Go.
(WHIRRING)
♪
No.
Tell me you got that.
Is that "R. Tar
Tarquenio"?
I bet that "R" stands for "Raphael".
Four years ago,
Raphael Tarquenio gave me this.
Major narco trafficker.
One of my least favorite
human beings of all time.
RAJAN: LVPD doesn't like him, either.
It looks like the DEA has
taken an interest, too.
Maybe they can help us find him?
- I know where to find him.
- Tell me.
You see the suffix
- on the ZIP Code?
- Uh-huh.
It's an airport code.
ROBY: All right, people,
I think there's a trip to
the airport in our future.
- Please, please don't do this.
- We are getting close, Kahn.
- Tell me.
- I-I don't know
who killed her, I-I don't,
I don't know who ordered it.
- I don't know anything.
- Four feet.
- Uh
- It is not an exact science.
O-Okay. Okay, okay.
Rafael.
- Mm-hmm.
- Rafael h-had his nephew do it.
Who's his nephew?
I don't know him.
Are you kidding me?
You're gonna get cute about the bagman?
(STAMMERS)
- Okay.
- No, I-I
I-I don't know don't
know his real name. Uh
Z-Z. He goes by Z.
That's not a name, that's a letter.
Is he a dealer? 'Cause I saw her
with a guy last night.
He-he drove a gold Mercedes convertible.
That his car?
(WHISPERS): I swear to God.
Kahn! Hey.
I swear to God, man,
he's gonna let go again.
FOLSOM: Come on.
Come on.
TREY: No, let him bleed.
Gonna talk now?
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES) I'm-I'm sorry, man.
I didn't think he'd really just
Trey. Trey, stop, stop, stop.
Let me handle it.
(GRUNTS, GASPS)
What? What?
You're not dead, Kahn.
I mean, you gave up your boss,
so I don't love your
long-term prospects.
But you're not dead. Yet.
This nephew who killed them,
do you know him or not?
I swear I-I don't.
I don't I don't. P-Please
don't-don't do this.
Do what?
- Aw.
- W-What is that?
This is my mother's blood.
Not yours.
And you are just fine.
And everything that
you shared with us is
very appreciated.
It was you.
No. No, no.
No, no.
Yo! Fols. What is it, man?
She couldn't stop you.
And now, you can't stop me.
(SIREN WAILING)
Penny. Is that an engagement ring?
Uh, yeah.
He, um, he asked, and I said yes.
Who? Who's the guy?
Well, you know him.
Come on, guys.
Okay, let's go.
♪
ROBY: Hey.
What?
(ENGINE APPROACHING)
Hey, son, you know
where Calisco Ranch is?
You rodeo?
No, this is a show horse.
We got a jump lesson up there.
Missed a turn.
Although, hon,
this would be a pretty nice
place to ride, wouldn't it?
Calisco's about a mile
that way, off the main road.
Hey, can you go find your mom or dad?
Tell them I want to make them an offer.
I don't want to move, sir.
Go on, son. Go get them.
("BIGGEST PART OF ME"
BY AMBROSIA PLAYING FAINTLY)
You gonna build a new one?
That thing sure fetched a pretty penny.
(SIGHS)
Be a lot harder without Grandad.
You can do it.
You can do anything.
He was so proud of you, Josh.
Almost as proud as I am.
Well, and I will make it come true ♪
Make a list, baby ♪
(POURING)
To Grandaddy.
Gone too soon.
In letting my love rain down on you ♪
- So we could wash away the past ♪
- (SIREN WAILING)
So that we may start anew ♪
- Rainbow ♪
- Rising over my shoulder ♪
- Love flows ♪
- Getting better as we're older ♪
- All I know ♪
- All I want to do is hold her ♪
She's the life that breathes in me ♪
Forever ♪
Got a feeling that forever ♪
- Together ♪
- We are gonna stay together ♪
- Forever ♪
- For me, there's nothing better ♪
You're the biggest part of me ♪
What are you doing here?
Joshua, why?
I
Josh, you have to come with us now.
- I found him.
- Don't. Don't say anything.
Just walk to me.
I found him. I found the guy who did it.
We know.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Previously on CSI: Vegas
I'm giving you the promotion
- to day shift supervisor.
- Have you told him?
I don't think I ever heard you
call Jeanette "Mum" before.
I can't get her to return my calls.
Trey told her I had him arrested,
and she's just pissed.
- This how you treat family?
- Jeanette!
- What's this? You're using again.
- Go home.
What are you planning to do
when you find your mom's dealer?
FOLSOM: I don't know yet.
I was trying to leave you
out of it until I do.
You didn't leave Allie out of it.
Just take a week and let me know
if I have a place in your life.
It's Jeanette. Sorry you missed me.
Hey, Mom, I know what's going on.
If you're running product
for these guys,
I can't help you.
(LOUD BANGING)
♪
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(BODY THUDS)
MOTHER: Josh, come inside!
(AMBROSIA'S "BIGGEST PART OF ME"
PLAYING FAINTLY)
Don't you get him riled up. (SCOFFS)
Oh, hey. All right.
- Grandpa, seriously?
- You should get some for yourself.
You don't have to drink this crap.
(COUGHS)
(SWALLOWS HARD)
(LAUGHING)
I'm kidding, bud.
I'd arm wrestle you for it.
Eh Grab your notebook.
Dying words time.
The last thing when we left off
last night, you said,
"Don't marry a woman
who paints her toenails".
(CHUCKLES): I did?
Maybe you don't need
to write down what I say
after I have my medicine, huh?
(LAUGHING, COUGHING)
- Hey. You okay?
- (COUGHING): Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. (COUGHS)
But this goes in there, all right?
Family. It's the most important thing.
Family first, always. Okay?
(WHEEZING)
(COUGHING)
J-J-Jeanette!
(COUGHING, WHEEZING)
JEANETTE: Go on, Josh.
You don't need to see this.
(COUGHING)
Okay.
Forever ♪
For me, there's nothing better ♪
- (COUGHING)
- You're the biggest part of me. ♪
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
JEANETTE: Hey.
You the one who's gonna
take me home after?
Yeah, girl. Get in.
- (CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
- (ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE ON SECOND CAR STARTS)
♪
JEANETTE: Go ahead, Josh.
You don't need to see this.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(HUMMING)
You're the biggest part of me. ♪
Come on. Hurry up.
Hey, be nice.
Where is this guy, anyways?
Right up here.
God, it's so freaking dark.
Why don't you just tell me
when the package is coming
No.
Please. Please.
You did this to yourself.
♪
No, please!
No. Don't do this.
Please! No, no!
No, please. I didn't do anything!
No, please! No!
(SCREAMING)
(ALARMS BLARING)
MAN: Send help! Send help right now!
(SIRENS WAILING)
(CAMERA CLICKING NEARBY)
♪
Are we sure this is Josh's mom?
RAJAN: I've never met her, but you know
- that picture he keeps in his wallet.
- Yeah.
So, uh, h-how'd he sound?
CHAVEZ: Uh, I've been calling him,
but his phone must be off.
Okay, take me through it.
- Have you ID'd the second victim?
- RAJAN: Not yet.
Janitorial staff came in
a few minutes ago.
They don't recognize her.
She doesn't work here.
What is this place, anyway?
Slot machine repair.
The security is definitely lacking.
Only two cameras.
The killer or killers
got away with the footage,
but they tripped an alarm
on their way out at 3:32 a.m.
Killer or killers?
Well, Ms. Folsom was stabbed.
The other Vic was strangled.
Could be two guys.
Could be one guy who ran out of knives.
Or
this one happened first.
And our guy realized that
strangulation was no fun.
You can see how long it took.
(COUGHING, GRUNTING)
She was a fighter.
I hate every part of this.
Except for this murder
weapon right here.
Looks like shrink-wrap.
Kind of thick, like industrial grade.
Polyethylene is
a miracle of modern science.
Sticky as hell.
Half the scene is gift wrapped for us.
Great for tracing prints.
I've got my entire shift
coming in on early,
so we will test every inch.
Something tells me we got
to hurry on this one, guys.
Listen, um
I can keep calling Josh, but
the way things are between us
(CAMERA CLICKS)
He might not be answering
because it's me,
- and I
- I know. It's okay.
I'll be the one.
(LINE RINGS)
FOLSOM: This is Folsom. Leave a message.
- (VOICE MAIL BEEPS)
- Hey, Josh.
It's Max.
Josh, I need to talk to you.
♪
♪
(SCREAMING)
♪
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! ♪
(CHUCKLES): Josh.
Well, you should've built it bigger.
- I'd move in.
- (CHUCKLES)
You did so good.
Grandad did a lot.
He said you finished it yourself.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Come on.
You know, uh
I bet next time, you can build
an even better one.
I mean, you know, after.
(SIGHS)
We have to move again?
Don't look at me like that, Josh.
You know how hard this is.
Blame your dad, running off
with a warrant on him.
Blame cancer.
Damn bills are gonna wipe us out.
Where are we gonna go?
I don't know.
I think you'll need to go
with your cousins awhile
till I figure it out.
Hey.
Hey.
I will figure it out.
There's nothing I want more
than to be with you.
♪
I'm so sorry.
She tried to stop.
Josh?
She tried to stop him.
That's his skin under her nails.
Are you able to identify
this woman that she was with?
FOLSOM: No, I've never seen her.
Um, Max is running her prints and DNA.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(FOLSOM SOBS QUIETLY)
We should rush the toxicology for both,
'cause I wouldn't be surprised
if there was a, uh
a link.
RAJAN: You're exhausted.
Maybe you should try and sleep.
D-Do you want a lift home?
No, I don't. I'm not going home.
You can't keep me off of this.
- You can't.
- Joshua.
I do not have a choice.
You cannot investigate
the death of a family member.
I don't care about the rules!
I know you don't care about the rules.
Of course you can't.
How could you right now?
But times like these are exactly
why we have rules.
Fact is, we don't have much else.
♪
No!
(GASPS)
- Are those slot machines?
- ROBY: Yes.
It's a repair warehouse.
You have any idea why your mother
would've been there?
No. I don't.
If you want us to find out
who did this, you have to tell me.
I haven't talked to my mom much lately.
She talks to Trey more than me.
We're gonna find the people
who did this.
We'll see.
Josh. I am so sorry.
Look, I, uh I can't.
FINADO: Poor guy.
Looks like he's been hit by a truck.
Looks more like
he's gonna run someone over
with a truck.
We've all seen good people do bad things
when they reach the end of their rope.
You think he'd look for
the people who did this?
GILL: If it were me, and
someone hurt my mom,
none of you would ever find their body.
Ever.
(DOOR OPENS)
All right, Allie.
This is your case. Your shift.
Why is everybody standing around?
Divide and conquer?
No.
We pair up and conquer.
Can you work with Dr. Hudson
to expedite tox screens
and full blood works
- on both vics?
- Looking for?
Morphine metabolites.
Folsom's mum had a problem with heroin.
It's usually cut with sodium bicarbonate
or powdered milk.
If we can get a consistent cocktail,
match it to recent street busts,
draw the circle a little tighter.
With any luck, Max will get a hit
in CODIS from the skin
under Jeanette's nails.
Take Penny.
Two heads are better than one.
Four hands are faster than two.
Same reason you're coming with me.
Every print,
every trace on all of this shrink-wrap,
we're gonna run it all. Let's go.
(SIGHS)
Nothing.
I thought this was the section
wrapped around the victim's neck.
Well, it is. He must've worn gloves.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Is that words?
RAJAN: Maybe a bar code?
Looks like a shipping sticker
got ripped away
and there was some transfer.
Well, unless you think
- he signed his name
- Onward.
♪
Hmm.
FINADO: What have we here?
- I mean, that looks like
- Run it.
Right. We don't G-U-E-S-S.
- We GCMS.
- Mm-hmm.
I want Raman spectroscopy, too.
♪
FINADO: What am I missing?
Couple of partials.
It's not good enough.
Looks like some of the plastic
wasn't just wrapped
around the slot machines.
RAJAN: Diacetylmorphine?
That's heroin. Fentanyl citrate
and polyethylene glycol, too.
Probably from a laxative.
Honestly, it's a pretty
thoughtful cutting agent.
Oh, uh,
most heroin addicts need help
staying regular.
Can you print that? Get it to Chavez.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
Maybe there's some recent busts
with the same chemical composition.
Wouldn't surprise me if we get a match
from the victim's blood, too.
♪
Oh.
Josh.
I'm
I'm so sorry. I-I'm just
- I'll leave you a minute.
- No, no.
It's okay. I, uh
I was just going. I, um
I forgot my jacket earlier.
Hey, Josh.
Take the time you need.
It's not time that I need.
It was just the two of you, wasn't it?
Your mother raised a good man.
Just try to remember that
the next few days.
I got to go.
(GRUNTS)
Where do you want me?
- EZ2?
- Hmm?
Uh Okay, I don't mind the help,
but, uh, nucleic extraction,
and phenotypical analysis is
kind of my jam,
so you want to try and keep up?
All right.
EZ1 and CODIS.
♪
Beat ya.
I hope so.
Doesn't look like
there are any prelim matches
- in the system.
- Hmm.
Boo.
Were you expecting someone
with multiple drug arrests?
We are not paid to expect, but yeah.
Jeanette was definitely
tied up in something.
GILL: Well, we get what we get,
and we don't get upset.
What did we get?
ROBY: A Caucasian killer.
Brown hair, brown eyes.
Decent bet he's a lefty.
Most likely, he suffers
hay fever symptoms
when exposed to flowering plants.
Sneezy. The second worst dwarf.
Actually, he looks like
he's above average in height.
I've seen a guy with that description.
Yeah. I think we all have, huh?
In an LVPD file Folsom had
his buddy pull last week.
Now, I wanted to bring
this guy in sooner,
but I've been hanging
around you too long.
Excuse me. What does that mean?
"Follow the evidence,
follow the evidence,
- follow the evidence".
- Yeah.
Now, Josh was curious
about recent drug cases
in Jeanette's neighborhood.
There's been a rise
out in Sunrise Manor,
but we don't have anything
on the top two suspects.
Sammy Caldwell and Jared Ott.
CHAVEZ: Ott's the brunette. As suspected
fentanyl dealers go,
he's got a lot of teeth.
Whole crew is pretty slick.
LVPD has had these guys
under surveillance for weeks.
- Yeah.
- Home addresses,
- place of busi
- Mm-hmm.
Folsom's got a copy of this.
I'll get an ATL out right away.
Hustle. Clock's ticking.
(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)
Who posted my bail?
You'll figure it out.
Hmm.
♪
(SCOFFS)
They killed her.
Jeanette.
She's gone.
I'll drive.
You know where we're going?
Yeah. I do.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Why didn't you put something
badass up on the roof,
like a turret or something?
It's not a castle.
Just the kind of house I wish I had.
TREY: It's pretty cool.
You can have it if you want it.
(DOOR OPENS)
See?
TREY: What the hell?
YOUNG FOLSOM: We're selling the trailer.
Y'all are moving?
(SIGHS) Mom says Grandad
doesn't have much longer.
I'm going with my cousins
out in Whitney for a while.
Seriously?
That sucks.
FOLSOM: I wish we had some money.
Parents, man.
One day, we won't have
to worry about them anymore.
(SCOFFS)
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
You remember that
little house, don't you?
Fols?
I didn't bail you out
to play "remember when".
Okay, good, 'cause I still remember when
you had me arrested.
Where the hell is this guy?
Kahn Schefter, man.
Don't worry, he'll be here.
He practically lives here.
What makes you think that
he's gonna know who killed her?
I don't think he will, man.
You want some little thug
or the guy who gave the order?
Kahn is just a middleman,
but he is juiced.
He knows everybody moving fent
and H west of the Strip, okay?
He's not just gonna tell us.
No.
But that's why you sprung me, right?
Speak of the devil.
- FOLSOM: Which one?
- Grey beard.
Yo. Dude. Sit back. Come on, man.
I'm not grabbing this dude
in the middle of a crowd of people.
FOLSOM: What's your plan?
Look, I'm gonna do what I do.
You just
get ready to do what you do, okay?
I'll call you when I know where.
♪
Folsom teach you that?
There's so much shrink-wrap to test.
I'm trying to figure out
where the killer stood,
what he would've touched,
so we know what to prioritize.
Um
How is he?
Uh, he still won't answer my calls.
Yeah. Mine neither.
I didn't come down here
for a heart-to-heart.
We found Jared Ott.
- Your suspect.
- Narcotics detective in Summerlin
had his head on a swivel,
pulled him over.
No registration in the
vehicle, possibly stolen.
Well, is that enough
to compel a DNA sample?
Not even close. So
let's, uh, see your best
Folsom impression.
- (CHUCKLES)
- You find something, get it to me.
I can only hold this guy so long
on a missing registration.
Good morning, Mr. Ott.
You can call me Jared.
- Great.
- But, uh
can you clear something up?
What's going on? All I did is
I borrowed my friend's car.
That's all you did?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Oh, my God.
- What happened to these people?
- WILLOWS: Well,
let's talk about that, Jared.
Would you push up your sleeves, please?
Why?
- Do I have to?
- CHAVEZ: We don't have a warrant,
so I guess it's up to you if you
want to show us you're clean.
Or give us every reason
to think you did this.
What makes you think that I'm involved?
I'm not. I've never seen
this place before in my life.
What have you got for me, Beau?
Make me happy.
Oh, um
Your hair looks nice?
Okay, so, uh, all the prints,
half belong to the workers
in the warehouse, the other half
aren't in the system.
Jared Ott is not in the system?
No, neither is my daughter.
The only difference is,
she'd give you a ten card
in exchange for a pudding cup.
ROBY: Well, if we come up short,
it won't be for lack of technique.
This is fine work, Mr. Finado.
I would love to take
credit, but the truth is,
a lot of the shrink-wrap
came in pre-dusted.
Now, you see this clump here?
It came off the slot machines
next to the bodies.
And the trace isn't the same
as the fentanyl and heroin
we found earlier.
Mm-mm. It's too dark. What is it?
Uh
Primarily carbon and sulfur.
ROBY: And cycloparaffins and naphthenes.
- Wait a minute, that sounds like
- Asphalt particulates
Jet fuel?
That can't be right.
The-the dust came off
a shrink-wrapped slot machine.
You can gamble just about
anywhere in this town,
but I don't think you can hit a jackpot
on the tarmac of Harry Reid.
Maybe not, but, uh,
look at the signature.
You got trace amounts
of aromatics a-and olefins.
This has to be jet fuel.
- Look, I-I can confirm it with IXFR.
- We don't have time.
Okay, well, then, I-I can look
through the spectrometer.
I'd call that a confirmation,
wouldn't you?
ROBY: So, you folks had fent and heroin
coming in from overseas, didn't you?
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about how you
and your friends are running
drugs through the airport.
(SCOFFS)
The slot machines.
ROBY: Your crew is
muling drugs in from China,
It's more reliable than the mail,
if you can avoid customs.
I'm gonna wager that
that one slot machine
in that warehouse was just packed
full of fentanyl and heroin.
So that's it, huh?
Your runners were skimming product?
You got all that from
a broken slot machine
- and a dead Chinese lady?
- ROBY: No, son.
But I could blow that smirk
off your face with the dust
we took off that shrink-wrap.
We still got this guy's car, right?
Mm-hmm.
If we find more dust in there
Okay, well, I don't even know
who these women are.
Well, one of them was the mother of
a friend of ours.
ROBY: And the other woman
that you killed there?
She has the antibodies
of a strain of COVID
that's just starting to roll
through Shanghai, so, uh
What happened, Jared? Did you
and your friends get shorted?
Is that why your mules had to go?
I think we're gonna have to dig
deeper into who really owns
this slot machine repair business.
Is that who told you
to kill these women?
If you think that
I'm gonna talk about him,
you're out of your mind.
WILLOWS: Him? Okay, Jared.
Well, you're already talking.
Now, when you say "him",
who are we talking about?
(PULSING MUSIC PLAYING)
We don't like phones in here, honey.
(LAUGHS): Oh, one minute.
One minute.
Please. (GRUNTS)
What are you doing?
What did you do?
(COUGHING)
(PANTING): You idiot.
- What?
- I told you this was a bad idea.
Worked out pretty good.
Uh, for the lamp. Sorry.
You can go.
(SIGHS)
(TURBINE WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)
♪
(DEVICE BEEPS)
Walk.
Oh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, you boys is fancy, Kahn.
Are you police?
No.
Not even close today, man.
One of your buds killed his mom.
What are we doing here?
Ask him.
He's the one who made
a dozen trips back and forth
from this place past week and a half.
You seeing anything?
Yeah, I saw a guard out front.
Had to show my credentials.
Yeah. Well, you're the
one who wanted evidence.
I was just gonna beat
the names out of him.
Yeah, no one needs to beat anybody.
Shut up, man.
KHAN: Hey, hey.
(EXHALES): All right.
Just tell me what names.
- What do you want?
- Jeanette Folsom. Who did it?
Uh
Yeah, if that's what this is all about,
the people you're after
Yeah, you're both dead men.
I'm not telling either
one of you a damn thing.
Yes, you will.
I'm not a violent person.
If you expect us to believe that, Jared,
I think you spend too much time
with heroin addicts.
I think you spend too much time
beating up heroin addicts.
Especially the ones that don't pay.
You're our prime suspect
for an aggravated assault
out in Sunrise on March 17.
Put a junkie in the hospital.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day.
Read the rest of your file.
- I wasn't charged.
- WILLOWS: We know. If you had been,
your DNA would be on file,
and I'd be on my way to dinner.
Come on.
Tell us who you work for.
Rafael Tarquenio,
the guy who owns that plane.
Is that your boss?
Better start talking, dude.
Rafael, man.
He tell you to do it?
Please.
You don't know what you don't know.
I know that my mother
was running heroin.
I know that this box cutter
was used to open up
a brick of the stuff.
With Raman spectroscopy
out here in the field,
all I can really tell
is the kind of drugs
that you and your friends were running.
But back in the lab, I can match it
to the junk that was
in my mother's blood.
TREY: Mm.
How would you explain that, Kahn?
Explain it? To who?
I don't see a detective,
I don't see a lawyer.
I see an idiot
who kidnapped me, and his friend
who's about to lose his job.
ROBY: Bad news.
There were trace amounts
of cycloparaffins
on the steering wheel
of that car you were driving.
That's bad news?
Mm-hmm, for you.
I kind of like it for us.
That means there's more
of that jet fuel.
It helps puts you at the scene.
CHAVEZ: Jared, you haven't
spent as much time
in this room as I have.
But this is what it looks like
right before a guy
in that chair confesses.
I need to borrow some shrink-wrap.
Okay, don't use any of
this. The stuff hanging up?
We think these are the pieces
that the killer
most likely came into contact with.
Okay.
What are you doing, boss?
Trying to figure out how
hard I have to pull
GILL: Oh, the murder weapon
left severe bilateral
strap muscle contusions
around the victim's neck.
That suggests that at least
60 to 70 pounds
of pressure was used in order to
That's not the question.
The question is how much
force was exerted
to stretch these words
out like that.
Why is that the question?
Because I don't think Jared Ott
has the hand strength
to do this.
But the jet fuel.
Ott's a lefty.
You could see it clear as day
in his driver's license signature.
He is nursing his dominant hand.
He can't even hold up
a paper cup of water right now.
Well, if that's the case, then,
well, there goes our case.
GILL: Well, at least on
the other victim.
But there could have been
two killers, right?
I know I can make him talk.
But you should get out of here.
How?
- No, no.
- He knows who killed her, man.
She was my mother!
GRANDFATHER: Your mother
You got to take care of her.
She's your blood.
Blood's all that matters.
What is this?
Wha (GRUNTS)
Hey. Hey.
Hey, hey, listen.
Listen. No, no.
Let's just No, no, no, no.
G-Get off me, man. (GRUNTING)
Come on, man. Just
I don't know anything.
Here we go.
Oh, come on.
God. Come on, man.
Where do you think I'm going?
(FOLSOM CHUCKLES)
I-I can't feel my hands.
I know.
You're welcome.
Oh, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What did you do?
- Uh-oh.
- What did you do
- Look.
Now, that's my radial artery
and my ulnar vein.
Yours don't work anymore.
TREY: Fols, man.
- This wasn't supposed to
- You have until that puddle
is five feet wide.
Tell me who killed my mother.
Huh?
- Huh?
- Yeah.
You're not gonna let me
You-you wouldn't
It's already done! Now,
if I don't apply pressure,
it's over.
Who killed my mother?
- Dude, you don't want to do this
- We'll try again. Shut up!
Now, was it Rafael Tarquenio?
You got to start talking, man.
I wish Folsom was here
to make sense of this mess.
Penny. Is that
Okay, if there were two killers,
then maybe
they struck at the same time.
Although there's not really
room for that, unless
ROBY: What's that say?
Beau and I couldn't make sense of it.
Looks like transfer from, I don't know,
a shipping sticker, maybe?
ROBY: Tell you what.
We can still find out.
WILLOWS: Kind of an
important interrogation
going on over there. What gives?
We thought we'd give
you some fresh ammo.
- All right, boss, heat gun's ready.
- Mm-hmm.
I've never melted a
murder weapon before.
Okay uh, that's not exactly
the goal, though, right?
I know. I know, I know, I know.
We should be okay, all right?
This stuff is linear
low-density polyethylene.
It-it's a crystalline polymer.
Now, at room temperature,
you bend it, it's gonna hold.
But its transition
temperature is much higher.
- How much higher?
- Most plastics like this,
about 230 degrees Fahrenheit,
- but that's where your idea is genius.
- Uh-huh.
If we heat it up, it-it's
gonna want to snap back
into its original shape.
- And the ink?
- Um
I don't know.
That's not a good answer.
It's the truth.
I-I mean, if you give me
a few more days, I
We don't have a few more days.
This is Folsom's mother.
We need answers now.
Okay, whether the ink burns
at a lower temperature or not,
we have to try this.
Let's record it.
Go.
(WHIRRING)
♪
No.
Tell me you got that.
Is that "R. Tar
Tarquenio"?
I bet that "R" stands for "Raphael".
Four years ago,
Raphael Tarquenio gave me this.
Major narco trafficker.
One of my least favorite
human beings of all time.
RAJAN: LVPD doesn't like him, either.
It looks like the DEA has
taken an interest, too.
Maybe they can help us find him?
- I know where to find him.
- Tell me.
You see the suffix
- on the ZIP Code?
- Uh-huh.
It's an airport code.
ROBY: All right, people,
I think there's a trip to
the airport in our future.
- Please, please don't do this.
- We are getting close, Kahn.
- Tell me.
- I-I don't know
who killed her, I-I don't,
I don't know who ordered it.
- I don't know anything.
- Four feet.
- Uh
- It is not an exact science.
O-Okay. Okay, okay.
Rafael.
- Mm-hmm.
- Rafael h-had his nephew do it.
Who's his nephew?
I don't know him.
Are you kidding me?
You're gonna get cute about the bagman?
(STAMMERS)
- Okay.
- No, I-I
I-I don't know don't
know his real name. Uh
Z-Z. He goes by Z.
That's not a name, that's a letter.
Is he a dealer? 'Cause I saw her
with a guy last night.
He-he drove a gold Mercedes convertible.
That his car?
(WHISPERS): I swear to God.
Kahn! Hey.
I swear to God, man,
he's gonna let go again.
FOLSOM: Come on.
Come on.
TREY: No, let him bleed.
Gonna talk now?
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES) I'm-I'm sorry, man.
I didn't think he'd really just
Trey. Trey, stop, stop, stop.
Let me handle it.
(GRUNTS, GASPS)
What? What?
You're not dead, Kahn.
I mean, you gave up your boss,
so I don't love your
long-term prospects.
But you're not dead. Yet.
This nephew who killed them,
do you know him or not?
I swear I-I don't.
I don't I don't. P-Please
don't-don't do this.
Do what?
- Aw.
- W-What is that?
This is my mother's blood.
Not yours.
And you are just fine.
And everything that
you shared with us is
very appreciated.
It was you.
No. No, no.
No, no.
Yo! Fols. What is it, man?
She couldn't stop you.
And now, you can't stop me.
(SIREN WAILING)
Penny. Is that an engagement ring?
Uh, yeah.
He, um, he asked, and I said yes.
Who? Who's the guy?
Well, you know him.
Come on, guys.
Okay, let's go.
♪
ROBY: Hey.
What?
(ENGINE APPROACHING)
Hey, son, you know
where Calisco Ranch is?
You rodeo?
No, this is a show horse.
We got a jump lesson up there.
Missed a turn.
Although, hon,
this would be a pretty nice
place to ride, wouldn't it?
Calisco's about a mile
that way, off the main road.
Hey, can you go find your mom or dad?
Tell them I want to make them an offer.
I don't want to move, sir.
Go on, son. Go get them.
("BIGGEST PART OF ME"
BY AMBROSIA PLAYING FAINTLY)
You gonna build a new one?
That thing sure fetched a pretty penny.
(SIGHS)
Be a lot harder without Grandad.
You can do it.
You can do anything.
He was so proud of you, Josh.
Almost as proud as I am.
Well, and I will make it come true ♪
Make a list, baby ♪
(POURING)
To Grandaddy.
Gone too soon.
In letting my love rain down on you ♪
- So we could wash away the past ♪
- (SIREN WAILING)
So that we may start anew ♪
- Rainbow ♪
- Rising over my shoulder ♪
- Love flows ♪
- Getting better as we're older ♪
- All I know ♪
- All I want to do is hold her ♪
She's the life that breathes in me ♪
Forever ♪
Got a feeling that forever ♪
- Together ♪
- We are gonna stay together ♪
- Forever ♪
- For me, there's nothing better ♪
You're the biggest part of me ♪
What are you doing here?
Joshua, why?
I
Josh, you have to come with us now.
- I found him.
- Don't. Don't say anything.
Just walk to me.
I found him. I found the guy who did it.
We know.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)