CSI: Vegas (2021) s03e06 Episode Script

1
- Previously on CSI: Vegas
- Glad to see the vest still fits.
Max busted me to level one, so
I'm here to report to my
supervisor and get my assignment.
Anything else I can do, let me know.
How about you do what I ask.
I just want to earn back what we lost.
It's not your trigonometry or
your work ethic that I worry about.
(GRUNTING)
It's my judgement.
CHAVEZ: Robert Cuevas worked in
this factory the last eight years.
You didn't kill him, did you?
JACK: This robot
hit our victim on the head.
- Very hard.
- Cliff.
Robert wasn't even supposed to be
on that side of the building.
- (CRASH)
- Cliff?
Maybe the brakes were out.
We're not thinking the AI
somehow did this, are we?
- BEAU: Old camera.
- Can't wait to see what's on that film.
If there were any film
in here, it's long gone.
I just know this case
was weighing on you.
Hope you rest a little
easier now that it's closed.
ROBY: For now, you stay put.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
Drive safe, stud.
Call me next time you're in town.
Yep. See you around.
No tip? Cheapskate.
Hey.
Hey! You dropped something!
(GASPS, YELPS)
(GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS)
You're still here?
Your shift ended four hours ago.
Um, I still need a response
from that email I sent you yesterday
about the timecards sign-offs
I'll get to it, soon
as I can. Thank you.
RAJAN: Shouldn't Ocho go
back from whence he came?
- I assume Mojave Kinematic Designs
- I'm in the middle of something, hon.
Oh. Okay.
♪
ALICIA: Corry. Corry. Corry.
(DISTORTING, SLOWING): Corry
Hang in there, it's about
to get good, I swear.
You've said that about
every episode so far.
Yeah, well, you'll see.
Rod Serling was the GOAT.
- Don't say GOAT, Dad.
- ALLENBY: It's all behind you now.
Dad, c-can we pause?
Hey, just one more episode. Or two.
- M-My favorite's coming up
- No, I-I I-I feel like trash.
- Why? What's wrong?
- (GRUNTS)
I just need to get some Pepto
Dad?
Your eye.
(GROANING)
Oh I don't
- Call for help.
- Dad?
Dad!
(LINE RINGING)
DISPATCH: Las Vegas Fire and
Rescue. What's your emergency?
(GRUNTS)
Hello? Is anyone there?
Hello, can you hear me?
♪
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! ♪
♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CHAVEZ: So, we've got two
victims, a father and son.
Dad was Harry Pallatine.
He sits on a few state committees,
got the key to Henderson once.
Looks like the family's got some money.
CHAVEZ: Yes, indeed.
Now, second victim was Harry's son Nic.
A junior at Cornell
back for spring break.
There's more than two victims.
Don't forget about us.
- RAJAN: What happened to him?
- The first two EMTs at the scene
rendered aid for an
hour before calling it.
When they were waiting for the coroner,
- they started feeling sick.
- Sick how?
Nausea, vomiting, bleeding.
By the time I got here, one of
them was already unconscious.
Has anyone been inside since?
Nope. We cleared out.
Good luck in there.
- Could be a gas leak.
- Uh, that might be best case.
Or could be some kind of
aerosolized poison was released.
Whatever it is, time
for a costume change.
Why don't I stay back here?
You know, interview the EMTs.
Don't be silly.
Yellow looks great on you.
(DOOR OPENS)
I don't see anything that
screams of "gas leak."
I'll check the air.
There's no carbon monoxide.
There's nothing unusual at
all, actually. The air's clean.
CHAVEZ: Whatever it
was could've dissipated.
And maybe it was pumped in?
Something airborne dangerous
enough to kill two people
would surely would
leave something behind.
I don't know any kind
of gas that causes you
- to bleed from your eyes.
- RAJAN: Me neither.
(SCOFFS) If this wasn't gas, then
- (SHUTTER CLICKS)
- what was it?
- That's weird.
- CHAVEZ: What?
FOLSOM: There's some
artifacts on the picture. I
I've never seen that before.
- Something wrong with your camera?
- I don't think so.
It's not on the screen or the lens.
It must be something that
It's radiation.
What?
FOLSOM: These spots
t-they're radiation particles
hitting the camera sensor.
CHAVEZ: Guys?
I think this dude was a nuclear expert.
Do these suits protect us
from radiation material?
Uh, we don't have time to find out.
- We got to go. We got to go.
- Okay.
All right, let's move.
- Hey.
- Where's Allie?
Uh, no, she's still scrubbing.
The longer the hair, the
longer the decontamination.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. We dodged a bullet.
BEAU: A radioactive bullet.
We did a test with an extended
range Geiger-Müller detector.
The radiation dose that you absorbed
was safe for the five
minutes you were in there.
Best defense against radiation
is limiting the exposure.
- You're lucky.
- The EMTs were in there for hours.
They said the Pallatines died
from complete circulatory collapse.
That's how radiation kills.
Blood pressure drops, heart stops,
followed by multiple organ failure.
Even if they had gotten to
the hospital immediately,
Harry and Nic Pallatine stood no chance.
Okay, we need to figure out
what is causing the radiation,
how it got there and who put it there.
I-I got to believe this is about Harry.
He was on the state nuclear committee.
Maybe somebody took him
out because of his work.
We need to get back in there.
- I called the cavalry.
- Who's the cavalry?
Nevada's Department of
Radiation Management.
They're gonna monitor the scene
and liaise between state
and federal agencies.
Boss.
I, uh
I would love to be in front on this.
Max
Max, I can handle this. Please.
Okay.
You got to get back on
the horse sometime, huh?
But
they're the experts,
- you're in the sidecar.
- Yeah.
Follow their lead.
I don't care how quick, Mike,
no one gets anywhere near
this scene without proper protective
That's my son in there.
You have to let me in.
- I need to see my son.
- Mrs. Pallatine,
- it's too dangerous, I'm sorry.
- No, I flew here
as soon as I could. I
thought I'd get to see him.
Mrs. Pallatine,
I'm Catherine Willows
with the crime lab.
We are very sorry for your loss.
Please, just talk to us.
How long have you been out of town?
Just a week, in Palm Springs.
I was on a girls' trip
for a friend's 50th.
And are you sure this was on purpose?
I mean, couldn't it
have been an accident?
We're not sure of anything
just yet. It is suspicious.
I can't imagine anyone
wanting to hurt my son.
- What about your husband?
- Harry, too, but he
he made enemies. Please understand,
he didn't come from money, not like,
- well
- Like you?
Yes, like me.
I mean, I opened some
doors for him, I
helped his career a bit. His
position on the nuclear committee
- I got him that job.
- You said he had enemies.
- Why?
- He supported the Yucca Mountain plan,
to store nuclear fuel outside of Vegas.
He thought it was safe
and could provide jobs, but
not everyone agreed,
so he got death threats.
Oh, God. This is my fault
because I got him that job.
Should I have done something
more about the death threats?
- OFFICER: Folks, we need to clear this area.
- Mrs. Pallatine,
I assure you, we will
do everything we can
to find out what
happened to your family.
Mike here will take you someplace safe.
Thank you.
Okay.
CHAVEZ: Who is that?
That is the cavalry.
FOLSOM: What's in this thing bricks?
- (SCOFFS)
- Lead bricks, correct.
- Oh.
- You can never have too many of those things
in this line of work.
Thanks for carrying that
for me. It's been, like,
16 years since my last
incident, and it's
Age has caught up to me.
No, thank you. We need
all the help we can get.
Okay, you remind me of my nephew.
A handsome genius type?
- (CHUCKLING)
- And humble. Hmm.
And very enthusiastic about his work.
Now ours begins, huh?
Poor Harry Pallatine.
- I always liked him.
- You knew him?
Oh, not well, but, uh,
you know, the world of
nuclear regulation is small.
And by all accounts, he was a good man.
- Didn't deserve this.
- No one does.
Hi. You must be the radiation
management supervisor.
I am. Angela Hoppe.
Pleasure to meet you.
My team's already in the
neighborhood scouring for radiation,
but I'm gonna be working
here, keeping us all safe.
Great. What do you need from us?
Just your patience and
cooperation, really.
My job is to help you
do your job safely.
We have a very specific incidence
response playbook to work from.
Step one.
Keep these dosimeters
on you at all times.
My team has shut down
all the nearest cell towers
to prevent interference.
Oh, that's why my texts
weren't going through.
If this ever reads above
25 rads, you turn around.
You exit the area quickly.
Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
- What happens if you don't leave?
- You will get sick.
Just like the EMTs who stayed
too long in the hot zone.
- Hot zone?
- That's step two.
We establish a hot zone
around the crime scene
using our dosimeter readings.
Inside that perimeter,
only personnel wearing
the class 3 isolation suits
I brought are allowed in.
And only 30 minutes at a time.
♪
Not all of us are as familiar
with these regulations.
- Is there a literal playbook?
- Just stay close to me. I wrote it.
Oh.
WILLOWS: What could be
waiting for us in that house?
HOPPE: Cesium-137 from
a radiotherapy machine.
Cobalt-60 from a chemical plant.
Metal from a scrapyard.
There's no way to know.
I have seen them all before,
but first things first:
we need to evacuate
this neighborhood now.
Get all the homeowners out.
That is vital. It has to happen now.
Dr. Roby's already working on that.
We're gonna stay here,
we're gonna go in.
Mr. Rosner?
- (DOOR SLAMS)
- (CHICKEN CLUCKING)
Hey, Max, it's not like
you to farm out the science.
And you keep checking your phone.
Is everything okay?
Why don't we focus on
getting this man out of here.
Mr. Rosner? What the
hell are you doing, man?
I know you heard the
evacuation order. You got to go.
I got you. I'm gonna
evacuate, of course.
I just need to get my
perishables down into my bunker.
- Your bunker?
- Most people think it's nuts.
But most people only think
what they are told to think.
They take no precautions
for the imminent collapse
of the global system. Not me.
- You're weirded out.
- No, no. I'm interested.
You know what my dearly
departed neighbor did for work.
If you lived next to that
you might prepare, too.
My bunker is safe from chemical
attacks, nuclear attacks,
airborne and waterborne viruses
It seems like you got
a problem with Harry.
Problem? No, I had a
major ideological feud
with that nuke lover.
As far as I'm concerned,
his chickens have finally
come home to roost.
Now, which way do you
want me to evacuate?
FOLSOM: Five rads
here. Is that dangerous?
It's about eight times what we absorb
in a year from the atmosphere alone.
In these suits, for this
amount of time, we're safe.
But if you're within
a yard of this source
for hours, you're gonna have a bad day.
How do you have a good
day with radiation?
HOPPE: By being far away from it.
You ever play "hot and cold" as a kid?
Basically, that's the game here.
Find the hottest spot, find the source.
FOLSOM: 5.1 rads, five rads.
It's not hotter or colder.
Yeah, I'm lukewarm,
too. Five, five, five.
4.8 and 5.2 rads all
the way down the hallway.
- What are you guys seeing?
- The same.
Everywhere. Was this entire
place dipped in radiation?
PARK: Here.
And here.
It's funny how you found enough lab work
to avoid a radioactive crime scene.
W-What do you mean?
I'm champing at the bit
- to put on a hazmat suit.
- Isolation suit.
You sound just like Chavez.
- Well, she and I share a keen sense of fashion.
- (SHORT CHUCKLE)
How's it going here?
About done inputting
all the dosage readings,
then we'll be able to see
where the radiation's hottest
in the Pallatine house.
Hopefully spot a pattern that'll
point us in the right direction.
Hey, have you noticed
anything strange with Max?
Strange how?
Um, she's been off the
past couple of days.
You don't think she has a problem
with how I'm running my shift?
No. Max trusts you.
No, she's probably just dealing
with some personal stuff.
Yeah, but if she were,
wouldn't you know?
You two talk about that kind of thing.
Well, we used to. I mean,
since everything happened with my mom.
Okay. Ready.
Whoa. (WHISTLES)
Who says data can't be beautiful?
This heat map looks like
an early Roy Lichtenstein.
What? I'm cultured.
The radiation really is everywhere.
How's that possible?
It's almost like it's in the walls.
Actually, maybe it is in the walls.
It could be in the pipes.
- Gray water.
- Gray water?
Does the house even have
a water reclamation system?
I don't know. But if it did,
any water that was
contaminated by the source
would just cycle through the
whole house over and over,
irradiating everything.
That's the bathroom, isn't it?
Yeah.
How far do you think that is?
Got it.
- What's that glow?
- Cherenkov radiation.
Charged electrons passing through water.
- It's cracked.
- What is that
cesium from a hospital
or scrap metal or
It's-it's a uranium pellet.
Uranium? How the hell would
someone get ahold of that?
There's only one way you can.
From a nuclear fuel rod.
Wait, hang on.
There's something on the lid.
Oh, my What?
That sticker
That's Harry Pallatine.
So, the killer was leaving
us some kind of a message.
- How many pellets are in a fuel rod?
- Hundreds.
Well, then whoever did this
there's plenty left for
everyone on this committee.
Yeah.
Hard to believe this is all because
of something the size of a thimble.
Well, you know what the saying.
It's not the size of the pellet,
it's the motion of the photons.
A motion that killed two people.
Two people who were exposed for days
without shielding, without suiting.
- We'll we'll still make it quick, yeah?
- Oh, for sure.
Hey, how's it going out here?
Don't take another step.
- You're fine right there, but
- No, no, no.
I'm just checking in for a second.
It's not every day you have a mobile
nuclear lab in your parking lot.
So what's that gonna tell us?
Nuclear spent fuel's
a smorgasbord. Uranium.
Cesium. Barium. Xenon.
You could throw a dart
at a periodic table,
and whatever you land on's
probably gonna be found
in that fuel pellet.
Each nucleus
in that pellet creates a
huge amount of gamma rays
that fly at the speed of light,
ionizing and destroying
everything they can in their wake.
Now, this gamma ray spectrometer
that's gonna give us the
ratio of photons to gamma rays,
- and that will tell us
- The age of the pellet,
and that way we can determine the
specific reactor that it came from
and, hopefully, that leads
us right to the killer?
- Five points, Mr. Folsom.
- Um, I-I did a little reading.
Let me know when you guys have results.
You got it.
Ready to hold the most
dangerous object on earth?
Uh, I guess so.
("SILENCE" BY SLANG
DOGS & LICHWOOD PLAYING)
I got to hand it to you, Josh.
I've seen a lot of tough
guys lose their backbone
when it comes to radiation. You
you did great.
Thank you.
- What do we have?
- The specific isotope is uranium-235.
Based on the decay rate,
it's about ten years old.
Probably from a North
American light water reactor.
So this should give LVPD enough to start
- narrowing down the search.
- Yeah.
- (SHARP INHALE) Mm
- What?
Spent fuel is, like,
under the tightest
security in this country.
How did this go missing?
Are the rest of the people
on the committee safe?
They are in protective
custody, like you.
Is there anything here
that looks familiar?
Uh, not specifically, no.
But Harry did get some death threats
for his support of Yucca Mountain.
He told me he wasn't in danger, but
Were the death threats
anything you found credible?
- Anything you remember?
- Uh, no, uh
he threw them all away. He
he said it was a bunch of nonsense.
No one ever took it into the real world.
Except?
Well, there was Dennis Rosner.
- Your neighbor.
- You know,
he has enough guns and
ammo in that bunker of his
to stage a federal coup.
He keeps every cent
of his savings in gold
because he thinks the U.S.
dollar's going to collapse.
Maybe he thinks that
killing Harry would save the world.
Well, LVPD is giving him a look.
They're working up a
whole list, but I'm
I'm most focused on how the
killer got on to your property.
I thought we had the best security
system money could buy. I
We never had a single break-in.
I can't figure out how they got inside.
That's all right. That's our job.
Am I safe?
How do you know there isn't
another radioactive source?
Mrs. Pallatine,
believe me,
if there's another source
anywhere in this city,
we will find it.
PARK: Each of these dots
is a radiation detector.
WLVU, the hospitals, the air force base.
The range on each is pretty limited,
- but, put them together
- We've got most of the city covered.
The system was originally
designed to locate dirty bombs
but, thanks to Folsom and Ms. Hoppe,
we have it dialed in and
looking for uranium-235.
Mm, probably our best shot
of getting a quick answer.
Chavez is calling every nuclear
site and storage facility
where the pellet could
have been stolen from, but
she's already running into
jurisdictional problems.
Well, if any of the pellets
from the fuel rod are in Vegas,
they'll trip one of the
detectors and, bing-bong-bing,
it'll pop up here.
Chris.
Something's going on with Max.
You don't think she's feeling
sick like the EMTs at the scene?
No, I don't think that's it.
Oh, good. You had me worried.
There are other reasons
to worry about someone
than them getting blasted with
nuclear radiation, you know.
Mm
WILLOWS: So, now
that the uranium is gone,
does that give us more
time in the hot zone?
Well, usually, I'd give
us another 15 minutes,
but since we still don't know
how the source got inside,
we should play it safe.
Playing it safe and sticky.
It'll take 36 hours for the
house's rad levels to normalize.
So, unless you want to
end up like those EMTs
Say no more. I love my suit.
Just gonna have it tailored next time.
(HOPPE CHUCKLES)
Sand.
Aw, I didn't see this last time.
Oh, God, I hope we didn't track it in.
Well, my treads are clean.
Flag it. Come take a look at this.
What do you got?
That's corrosion of some kind.
I-I saw the same splotch
of this stuff earlier.
Acid, maybe? Killer could've
used it to open a lock.
All right, time's up.
Coach is subbing us in.
RAJAN: There's orange slices and
juice boxes back in the tent for you.
FINADO: Not a moment
too soon. I'm wilting.
Be on the lookout for acid.
- We found it in a couple of spots.
- FINADO: Good luck.
Hey, welcome back, you two.
- FOLSOM: Hey.
- (PHONE DINGS, VIBRATES)
Oh. Is that your time?
No, just bad news.
Radiation Management took
custody of the fuel pellet,
FBI and NNSA also took a look,
but no point of origin yet.
So they can't point us to the killer?
Well, the best theory is that a fuel rod
was stolen from a transport truck.
But that doesn't narrow it down.
Ugh. I better go.
But I'll be right outside if
you need anything, J, okay?
- All right, I'll come find you when we're done.
- Yeah.
You two are fast friends, huh, J?
It's nice to work with someone
who appreciates what we do.
Well, bet she'd appreciate it
if we found something
left by the killer.
You mean something that isn't uranium?
PARK: Normally, this iron
capsule would be enough
to shield the radiation,
but see how it's broken open?
So, what's that residue?
Get a swipe of that.
Could that be rust?
I don't know.
So, we know that rust coats iron, right?
When it's been exposed to elements,
but this looks like something
ate through the capsule.
Yep, the splotch was acid.
Muriatic acid strengthened by alum.
Alum's overkill.
Muriatic acid can eat
through any metal on its own.
Maybe the killer used it to
break open the capsule, too?
ROBY: Nope.
It was bacteria
that broke open the capsule.
Leptothrix, to be exact.
FINADO: Leptothrix? (CHUCKLES):
Oh, that's that's clever.
It's a metal-eating bacteria.
We used to call it "sewage
fungus" back at Dow.
If the killer put some in with the
capsule inside the toilet tank,
it was just a matter of
time before the bacteria
chewed through to the metal
and released the radiation.
Like a biological fuse, takes days.
Plenty of time for our
killer to get far, far away.
Say, to Palm Springs?
Mrs. Pallatine's trip did
land at a very opportune time.
How would she have access
to that kind of bacteria?
Well, you can get leptothrix
from any lab supplier online.
They use it for all sorts of stuff,
like making dirty water drinkable.
I know someone who'd be
pretty interested in that.
I'll talk to you, but
there's no way in hell
- I'm giving you my DNA.
- What's with the sunscreen, man?
In case you haven't heard,
radiation is running amuck in Vegas.
- We all have to take precautions.
- (DOSIMETER BEEPING)
Sunscreen's not even the worst of it.
- I had to liquidate my chickens.
- Liquidate?
Those chickens were supposed to feed me
when the global food
supply is contaminated.
If they're irradiated
- talk about defeating the purpose.
- I'm not gonna play
make-believe apocalypse. I want
to talk about your neighbor.
Well, look, I opposed Harry's policies,
but I would never hurt anyone.
I'm a survivor, not a killer.
Tell it to your chickens, man.
Can you pull your collar back for me?
This is getting ridiculous.
Oh, God. What-what have you done to me?
- That's not your blood.
- What?
(SHORT EXHALE)
Get me out of here!
- Angela.
- I must have been exposed.
- Angela
- Stay back, stay back.
- ROBY: Angela. Hold on,
- No, no, no.
- I've been exposed to
- hold on.
- It could This could be nothing.
- No, get back.
I'm dead.
I'm dead.
APANA: We'll continue
testing every few hours
to monitor your vitals,
but in the first draw, we noticed
a low level of
lymphocytes in your blood.
Now, it could be any
number of things. Infection,
- an immune
- Doctor, you know exactly what it is.
Lymphocytes are the
first thing to drop when
a body's absorbed a
fatal dose of radiation.
Well, given the environmental
factors that we discussed,
that is a possibility.
Any news?
Only the bad kind. Hi.
APANA: We'll check back in a few hours.
I I checked your suit.
I thought you'd want to see this.
(SCOFFS) One tiny mistake.
I always knew the risks.
Everyone else is okay?
Yeah, our tests were clean.
The EMTs are still sick,
but there were no red flags
in their bloodwork, so
They didn't handle the source. I did.
You know, you should check
everyone's suits, okay?
And go back to the house
and-and retest everything,
make sure there's no more contamination.
I just don't want anyone
else to end up here.
Is there anything you need?
I just need a ride home.
I
do not want to die in this room.
I'll take you.
Yeah?
How is she?
She's got days, not hours.
I want another round of
tests for everyone here.
Already ahead of you. We all retested.
Normal lymphocyte levels,
no signs of radiation damage.
Angela says that we should go
back to the house to make sure
that there is no
radiation that we missed.
Yeah, and we still need to figure
out how the killer broke in.
Whoever did it brought the
muriatic acid there for a reason.
I'm gonna recheck the
locks to the house.
This woman deserves answers. Dr. Apana.
Quick question.
♪
Are you sure this is what you want?
They might be able to
make you more comfortable
- in the hospital.
- (SCOFFS)
They'd make me crappy food,
is what they'd make me.
Come on.
I just want to
bake one last big batch of
cookies and gorge on them
without anyone judging
me till time runs out.
I'm so sorry.
I should have double-checked
the suits, just made sure
Josh, it-it's not your fault.
That was my job, not yours.
We just couldn't see it. It was
Well, lots of things we can't see
can kill us, not just radiation.
Regret.
The risk we don't take.
I hope you're hearing me,
- 'cause I'm rooting for you and Ms. Rajan.
- (CHUCKLES)
Are you really gonna
spend your final hours
- giving me a hard time?
- I might. (CHUCKLES)
Just don't let life
pass you by, you know?
(SNIFFLES)
Ah, that radiation burn on
my leg is making itself felt.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Need help getting set up in there?
- No, no, no, you've helped enough. Petri!
- (CAT MEOWS)
Aw. Hey, big boy.
Yeah. Thanks for everything, Josh.
- I really enjoyed working with you.
- (PURRING)
Take good care, huh?
FOLSOM: What's with the sunscreen, man?
Sorry. Better safe than radioactive.
Are Beau and Catherine
already inside the house?
Yep. On the hunt for sand and acid.
We'd love to find a few more
breadcrumbs on the killer's trail.
Josh. Your shift doesn't
start for another 45 minutes.
We need to expand the search
to Dennis Rosner's house.
He might have been using the sunscreen
on his hands to-to hide radiation burns.
- Didn't you get my call?
- No.
Hoppe shut down the cell towers
to prevent dosimeter interference.
It's been a dead zone ever since.
- They're still down? Are you sure?
- Yeah. For sure.
I got to, uh
I got to check on
something. I'll be back.
Oh, hey.
There's no acid on any of the locks.
I'm not seeing any sand, either.
- There's no trail at all.
- That's not the only thing that's gone cold.
The radiation's completely gone.
Got rid of the source,
got rid of the gamma rays.
Well, that's a relief. I can't wait
- to get out of this damn suit.
- Amen.
I guess Hoppe got exposed
before we found the pellet.
RAJAN: Adios, suits.
I've never been more thankful
to see a zero in my life.
Way ahead of you.
We got sand.
RAJAN: You think the
killer came through here?
And took out a few petunias on the way.
What's on the other side?
RAJAN: That would be
Dennis Rosner's house.
- Ah.
- Right where Folsom told us to look.
Found the beach.
And more acid.
This doesn't make sense.
- What doesn't?
- Is this really the best getaway route?
Shouldn't you be in an
isolation suit by now?
She got an email in the hot zone.
- I'm sorry, what?
- Hoppe.
She shut off the cell tower to
prevent dosimeter interference,
- according to her own playbook.
- Mm-hmm.
The whole scene's a cellular dead zone.
Hey.
Oh.
This must be the entrance
to Rosner's bunker.
Lock looks brand new.
Because the killer
dissolved the old one.
And replaced it.
So no one would know where they'd gone.
Even Rosner didn't notice.
Are you saying we have
this whole thing backwards?
The killer didn't go through Rosner's
backyard to the Pallatine house.
They went through the
house to get to here.
This is the break-in
we've been looking for.
The only way she could
have gotten an email
was through the house's Wi-Fi, but
how would she have the password?
But she said she and Pallatine
knew one another, right?
Yeah, but she just didn't say how well.
I've been testing the blood
from the tissue Hoppe left,
- looking for DNA damage from radiation.
- Mm-hmm.
There is no DNA damage.
In fact, there's no human DNA at all.
That tissue's covered in
feline blood from her cat.
She faked her own poisoning.
She was lying to us the whole time.
Sounds like she could
have killed two people.
I just I don't know why.
Whoa.
Someone's been down here. Look.
Yeah.
What have we got here?
Whoa.
Rosner's end of the world stash.
There must be millions
worth of gold in these bags.
Hmm.
Not anymore there isn't.
We had the motive wrong.
This was a heist.
So, we got played.
Hoppe knew that she'd be called
in for a radiological incident
and she used the playbook that she wrote
to sneak into that nutjob's
bunker and steal all his gold.
Almost all his gold. She
left just enough so Rosner
wouldn't notice right away.
By the time we noticed, she was gone.
Nobody sees us nice
little ladies coming.
You never expect one of your own
to turn into Hans Gruber, do you?
What I don't understand is
how did she haul off all that gold?
I mean, Angela Hoppe's
pretty fit for her age,
but she's still just one person.
She hid it in plain sight.
And I helped her.
Hoppe had total authority
over that uranium pellet.
She probably had me cart
the gold out along with it.
Nobody was gonna risk opening it.
And by faking her poisoning,
she bought herself a few hours to
slip away without anyone noticing.
If Hoppe moved the gold
along with the uranium, then
chances are it was irradiated.
Which means we can track it.
Tracking treasure isn't really
what the system is built for.
Is it gonna work?
It might. We can thank
Ms. Hoppe for that.
She pulled off the exceedingly
rare accidental Goldfinger maneuver
and blasted all her loot with radiation.
Just got off the phone with
the folks at WLVU and Nellis.
They got their sensors dialed in
to find some gold
that glows in the dark.
Well, Hoppe helped set up the system.
She'll know where all the
detectors are and how to avoid them.
Which is why I sent Beau
and an army of volunteers
out with dosimeters. They're
fanned out all over the city.
We will find her.
RENEE PALLATINE: Of
course I know Angela Hoppe.
She's a good friend of the family.
She said she hardly knew Harry.
She's over for dinner once a month.
We'd laugh about Dennis
and his crazy chickens.
I can't believe I trusted her.
We all feel the same
way. I'm I'm sorry.
You know, I-I have calls to make.
Um, if anyone I know
sees her, I'll call.
Just, thank you. At least now I know.
I know you're gonna be tempted
to take this personally. Do not.
She played me like a fiddle.
Yep.
She saw you needed
connection, she exploited it.
That's not on you, Joshua.
You did a good job.
Thanks, boss.
- You'll be all right.
- Will you be?
You seemed distant today, I don't know.
Preoccupied.
Is something going on with Bryan?
CHAVEZ: Hey, we got a hit.
I-11 near Railroad Pass. We found her.
How's your leg healing up?
We retested your blood
your real blood from the hospital.
You took corticosteroids
to lower your lymphocytes temporarily.
You were never dying.
We also found where the
uranium pellet came from.
A truck from the McKittrick Bay
nuclear reactor in California
transporting spent fuel to
a facility in New Mexico.
RAJAN: Thanks to your position
with radiation management,
you could easily hide the theft.
It was under lock and key,
but you had an answer to that.
Just change one number on a spreadsheet.
It was a very thorough plan.
Just like your incident
response playbook.
Genius, really.
I mean (CHUCKLES)
(SCOFFS QUIETLY)
Well, I don't know about
that. Look where I am.
- You made a mistake with the gold.
- (SCOFFS)
You don't understand.
Nobody was supposed to
die, not Harry, not his son.
- That was my failure.
- You hid a radioactive pellet
in the Pallatines' house.
What'd you think was gonna happen?
Harry knew the symptoms
of radiation poisoning.
I assumed he'd call it in long before
he absorbed a fatal dose.
Then everyone in the
neighborhood would evacuate,
I'd get in
Nobody had to die.
But you didn't care if they did.
I've spent 38 years
working for the people of Nevada.
I'd have to spend another 40
just to retire on
cheap beer and peanuts.
I just wanted
one last shot at the good life.
Your shot
cost two people their lives, Angela.
Give it another 30 years.
Maybe when you're my age,
you'll-you'll understand.
No. No.
I never will.
CHAVEZ: All right,
hands behind your back.
- Let's go.
- (CUFFS CLICKING)
(SCOFFS)
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING)
The gold's been returned
to Dennis Rosner.
Would you believe he
didn't say thank you?
RAJAN: He made a stink about
needing to decontaminate it all,
but that's his problem.
I may have failed to mention that
it's not a health risk and
won't be radiated after two days.
So, we're all wrapped
up there then, huh?
Yeah, on that
we're wondering about you.
You've seemed off lately.
It's not how I'm handling
my supervisor role, is it?
No, Allie, no.
Then what is it?
Close the door.
So, you're right. I
have been distracted.
I've been working another case.
- What case?
- The Robert Cuevas murder.
Remember?
The poor soul who was killed
at that robot factory?
M-Max, that case is closed.
Uh, there is another
reason why I have kept
Ocho around. It's not because he's
such a great conversationalist.
- What is that?
- So, you remember Cliff Roland?
There was a last sliver
of a photo in his camera,
- so I developed it in the trace lab.
- When I saw you crying
Yeah, I got some fumes in my eyes.
That's what you were talking to
the doctor about at the hospital.
Yeah. He gave me some eyedrops.
But the point is I developed the photo.
There was someone else there
when the murder went down.
I'd say we've got a platinum
blonde person of interest.
CHAVEZ: I take it back.
- This case isn't closed.
- No, ma'am.
Not anymore.