CSI: Vegas (2021) s03e07 Episode Script
Coinkydink
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Make me sweat ♪
Make me hotter ♪
Make me lose my breath,
make me water ♪
Make me sweat ♪
Make me hotter ♪
Make me lost my breath,
make me water ♪
Normally, I can keep my cool ♪
(GROANS)
But tonight, I'm wildin' ♪
I'm-a be in a dangerous mood ♪
Can you match my timing? ♪
Tellin' me ♪
(HISSING)
Why try to hide it? ♪
Ooh ♪
Talk is cheap, so show me. ♪
(LOUD HISSING)
(SCREAMS)
Why is there a robot in here?
We'll get there, Valerie, I promise.
But let's start with
why we tracked you down.
We have some questions
about Cliff Roland.
GILL: He worked at
Mojave Kinematic Designs.
They specialize in robotic AI.
It's also where he killed
this man, Robert Cuevas.
Cliff confessed to beating him
to death with a robot arm.
Yeah, that robot's arm.
What does this have to do with me?
Cliff Roland is dead.
He died in a car accident
after confessing
to killing Robert Cuevas.
GILL: We found a
camera in his totaled car.
The film had been ripped out,
but there was a bit of film
stuck in the gears.
So we developed it.
That's you and our pal Ocho,
on the floor at MKD.
Now's the time to tell me about
your relationship with Cliff Roland.
Mm. Your file looks pretty thin.
WILLOWS: That's because
there's no record of you in Vegas.
Or anywhere, for that matter.
You're a ghost.
GILL: And on the night of the murder,
you signed in as a visitor
at Mojave Kinematic Designs.
I met Cliff at a bar.
He thought the factory would impress me.
Or something.
It got weird when he started
taking pictures of me, so I ghosted.
Happy?
No, I'm not.
(PLASTIC RUSTLING)
This clipboard belonged
to Robert Cuevas,
but these fingerprints
GILL: They're not Robert's.
Or Cliff's.
Or anyone else from MKD.
We don't have you in our system.
But we were able to
get DNA from the prints.
If those prints belong to you,
that makes you accessory to murder.
Now, do you want to tell me the truth
about how you know Cliff Roland?
Or do I need to get a warrant?
Good luck with that.
CHAVEZ: She knows we're bluffing.
If we could get a warrant,
we would have.
ROBY: This is not her first rodeo.
Hair tied back, hasn't
touched the table.
She's not giving us anything.
She's giving me a
strong "Max was right" vibe.
Mm-hmm.
The murder at MKD.
Our suspect's car crash.
The stolen film.
There's too many holes in that file.
ROBY: And she has all the answers.
We could arrest her on that fake ID.
Try and wear her down
with a 72-hour hold.
I know her type.
Won't work.
You got another idea?
I just might.
♪
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(GROANS) He's been here a while.
Meet Dirk Cantor.
Co-owns the fitness studio,
Body By Libby, with his wife, Libby.
Body temp says he
sous vided for 36 hours.
Don't let the crispy skin fool you,
he's medium rare on the inside.
That's a long time to cook in public.
Oh, place is closed on Sundays.
They left the steamer on.
Coroner thinks it was a heart attack.
It's pretty common in the steam
room Oh. (ALARM RINGING)
Oh, Catherine. We got to go. Go.
- What is that?
- That was my phone alarm. Go.
(SIGHS)
Steam goes off every
three minutes, I timed it.
Keeping our crime scene intact, eh?
Well, they clean it daily,
which is perfect for prints,
but turn the steam off,
they'll dry up, so
LIBBY: Excuse me?
I'm Libby. Dirk's my husband.
- This is my daughter.
- I'm Ella.
Can we see my stepdad?
LIBBY: Please?
I
It doesn't feel real.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Unfortunately,
we can't allow access right now.
As soon as the crime scene is released,
we'll find you. Until then
Uh, yeah, it would helpful
if you could keep the place closed.
Y-You said "crime scene."
I don't understand.
Are you saying my Dirk was murdered?
WILLOWS: We don't know.
But until we do know what
happened Saturday night
ELLA: Saturday?
We thought he went hunting
with my fiancé Warren,
up on Spring Mountain.
Warren didn't call to say
that Dirk was a no-show?
I'm gonna need to talk to Warren.
We never talk
when he's on Spring Mountain.
The reception is
We tried to call when we found out.
I-I'll try again.
Hello? Warren.
No, uh
Who is this? Josh Folsom?
Who are you?
H-Hand me the phone.
- Josh, it's Catherine.
- FOLSOM: Catherine?
WILLOWS: Yeah. Where are you?
I just got to a scene
up on Spring Mountain.
Victim is a Warren Lopez.
Looks like a hunting accident.
Is Warren okay?
Uh, um, sorry.
Um, he's gone.
- I'm so sorry, Ella.
- Warren? He's dead too?
WILLOWS: Yes. He was shot.
FOLSOM: Catherine?
Catherine, what's going on?
I really don't know.
Do you believe in coincidence?
♪
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! ♪
So our dead guys knew each other?
Yep. Two deaths.
One unlucky family. What are the odds?
Hunting accidents are rare,
but Warren's not wearing fluorescents
during peak hunting season.
And Dirk was last seen
overexerting in a workout class
before entering the steam room.
So it's safe to say that he was
fit enough to tolerate the heat.
So we're treating both scenes
as accidents?
Until the evidence says otherwise,
we're gonna process
two suspicious deaths
as suspicious deaths.
Sounds good, boss.
Hey.
Hey, so Beau is collecting
prints inside the steam room.
I'm gonna get some prints
from those lookie-loos.
I think they might be chatty.
ROBY: You know, uh, Allie seems to think
that Warren's death
reads as an accident.
All signs so far point towards
a tragic coincidence.
There is no such thing as coincidence.
Newton's third law.
Nothing happens without force
or an explanation.
That last part, that was Finado's law.
WILLOWS: Yeah.
Well
Hate to burst your bubble, Beau,
but coincidences do exist.
They're a pox on a criminalist's house.
Coincidences make you
second-guess yourself.
They conflate your understanding
of the evidence.
They defy logic. I hate them.
But that doesn't mean they don't exist.
Sorry, Catherine, my scientific
mind will not accept that.
What?
WILLOWS: You're eating the crime scene.
The mints are complimentary.
Ow!
That's not a mint.
That's a That's a hard candy.
Hard taffy, specifically. It's not bad.
Okay, here's the small particle reagent
for the prints.
We don't have all day here.
Leaving the schvitz every three
minutes is slowing me down.
Steam be damned.
I'm going in and I'm staying in.
(GROANS) (ALARM RINGING)
You going in?
Mm-mm. The hair.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(ALARM RINGING)
(STEAM HISSING)
(SIGHS)
(ALARM RINGING) (STEAM HISSING)
(GRUNTS)
Oh
Dirk didn't pass out.
He struggled.
(ALARM RINGING)
(GROANS)
Come on.
(DISTANT RIFLE SHOT)
It's hunting season.
Don't be like our guy Warren here.
Thanks.
(GRUNTS) Boy
Wildlife had a field day on him.
Is the gunshot wound still intact?
RAJAN: Yeah, still in there
waiting for us.
Could be .308.
That round's got lots of energy,
but the wound is tight.
Likely shot from a distance,
30, 45 yards.
Sear line shows a right-to-left entry.
So, where was Warren standing?
Uh (SIGHS)
There's blood here on the ground.
There's blood on his pants.
So he was standing
when he was shot.
(GUNSHOT)
The pool and the wound are both
facing northwest,
so the sear line means
the shooter aimed due south.
RAJAN: Which means
we'd find our shooter that way.
Just this way.
Yep. (DISTANT RIFLE SHOTS)
Oh, I see prints.
FOLSOM: Oh.
We're 43 yards from Warren.
Nailed it.
I'm counting like, what?
20 prints here?
(GASPS) Jackpot.
There's a casing.
FOLSOM: It's a .308.
Nailed it again, Al.
The shooter was here.
RAJAN: Okay, this is a lot of prints
ugh in mud.
You mixing or pouring?
You're shift supervisor, you get dibs.
Oh. You know I don't
care about all that.
- Your rank is just a formality.
- I could tell you,
Level 1 paychecks are not a formality.
They're teeny tiny.
And I'm a man with a horse to feed.
Fine, I'll pour to make up
for your starving horse.
Oh. Dennis is fine.
I'm the one eating ramen.
(LAUGHS)
♪
FOLSOM: Our last print. But what is it?
Mm, could be some kind
of hunting equipment?
Maybe.
Hey, uh, are your molds drying?
It's cold out, but they're drying.
Eh.
Okay. They're not drying.
(CHUCKLES) Sorry, Al.
We have to take them back to the lab,
let them dry there.
Oh, but dirt's so heavy.
A-And dirty
(CHUCKLING) (GROANS)
Fine. I'll get the shovels.
I hate mud.
GILL: Okay. I'm just gonna say it.
If you're bringing paperwork
into a steam room,
you're working too hard.
I don't know.
Maybe that's why he had a heart attack.
ROBY: Was it a particularly
stressful document?
I don't know yet.
Looks like it was handwritten,
but the ink's run.
So ESDA will give us pen impressions.
It'll just take
about a day to dehydrate.
I know.
I look great, right?
Yeah. But why?
Oh, you're looking at Melanie,
the newest brand hostess
at Lady Luck Staffing.
That's where Valerie Hammond works.
- You don't miss a thing.
- Oh.
Oh
You're gonna work with her
and get her to trust you
It's one of my many gifts. As you know.
So, you are gonna need this
to get Valerie's DNA.
If you need DNA, why not
just go through the trash?
ROBY: 'Cause we need more than DNA.
Valerie knows the truth
about how and why Cliff died,
so Serena's going undercover
to get some answers.
And you, my friend, are going to be
her point person here
for DNA at the lab, okay?
If that's what you want, awesome.
All right. Go get 'em, Elfie.
Look at it this way.
At least this time you know
I'm undercover.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Let's go, everybody. Ten more.
You think someone here killed Dirk?
That's why you're taking my prints?
I saw you watching
the crime scene earlier.
You and Dirk were
We were in love.
I'm not a bad person.
No judgment here.
I wanted Dirk to stay
with me this weekend,
but he insisted on going
hunting with Warren.
FINADO: All right, we're
taking elimination prints.
Everybody line up here for your turn.
- Thank you.
- You don't care for Warren?
He borrowed money from me
for a business venture
and then blew it all on Ella.
I mean, what am I saying?
Warren was a good kid.
Kendall, girl, don't lie.
Warren was shady and so was Dirk.
It's no surprise somebody
wanted those men dead.
Uh, switch hands, Mister
Twist. Full name, Twist.
You think Dirk and Warren's
deaths are connected?
They were villains.
Snatching my 1:00 p.m. class
from me like a bad wig
to give to Libby
after I made that time slot popular?
I got it back, though.
Imagine what else they got up to.
Or who else they pissed off.
And how did you get your time slot back?
By being the best.
We done?
We done.
- Thank you.
- Next.
(WHISTLES) RAJAN: Okay, I'm here.
Figure out what caused
that weird cylindrical impression yet?
I'm thinking a scope case,
and I'm sourcing some for testing.
You mind taking your boots off?
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
Mm-hmm. Uh, that bullet casing
we found in the forest Uh-huh.
Lands and grooves say Remington 700,
but the shooter's ID remains a mystery.
No match in NIBIN.
What if I told you
that I can paint
a picture of our shooter
using mud from the crime scene?
Mud is transitory, it changes
with weather and time.
And that is where the National
Weather Service records
from two days ago
and humidifiers come in.
You recreated the mountain's
weather conditions.
Nice. (CHUCKLING)
Put these on for me?
Mm. Okay.
All right, I need you to step
into this very, very special tray
of bespoke artisanal mud
that I've handcrafted
so we can compare your impression
with the shooter's.
Take my hand. I'll help you in.
Hey, you even got
the same brand of boot.
- You're brilliant.
- Well, that remains to be seen.
But at least we can narrow down
the hunting license record demographics.
There we Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy now.
Just a few steps, and then plant it.
Nice.
I got you. (SIGHS)
Mm.
Someone's not been exfoliating.
Well, I had to take the sugar scrub
off the grocery list, you know.
BOTH: For Dennis. (LAUGHING)
This is fun, right?
Like old times.
Yeah, it is.
Okay, that's been a few seconds.
(GRUNTS)
All right.
So
Your print is just a few millimeters
shy of the mold depth.
Oh, so we're looking for a little fella.
Or a little lady.
FINADO: I've sent the
prints from the steam room
ahead to the lab.
Look, look at that harvest.
I mean, I got to believe
that Dirk had a mystery guest
in there with him.
Or they were all left
by one man struggling
with a heart attack.
You're still Team Coincidence?
WILLOWS: Coincidence is a
naturally occurring phenomenon.
They spring up sometimes.
Like volcanoes.
Or mustaches.
(FORCED LAUGH) BYSTANDER: Fire!
Whoa! (SHRIEKING AND CLAMORING)
Out the back! In the locker room. Go!
- Let's go! In the locker room.
- Everybody out! This way.
WILLOWS: What just happened?
I-I don't know. The window broke
and then there was smoke.
(SIGHS) Okay. Okay,
we're clear. We're good.
- We're good.
- You're okay, Mama?
Yeah. It sounded like
someone threw something inside.
They're trying to kill us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's "they"?
Warren told me Dirk borrowed money.
A lot of money. Not from banks.
Okay, the two of you wait in the back.
We will get you police protection,
and get LVPD over here
to watch the place.
But you have got to shut the gym down.
Of course. Okay. We will.
You still think the deaths
aren't connected?
(SIGHS)
Hey, boss. Get this.
Catherine said I'm probably right.
Yes, it's true.
- I did say that.
- FINADO: See?
Heard you all had
a little drama over at the gym.
Everybody's fine.
But the evidence suggests
that we're looking at linked murders.
I-I think someone wrestled
with Dirk the only question is
did they also shoot Warren?
Okay. So this is evidence
that their deaths are not linked.
County deputies dropped it off
downstairs and they say
it belongs to a woman
who says she shot Warren
while hunting on Spring Mountain.
And the gun? Looks like a match.
Same as killed Warren. A Remington 700.
I was just starting to think
that Dirk and Warren's deaths
were connected.
Well think again.
RAJAN: Netty, you understand
that you don't have to be
here without an attorney.
And you're volunteering
that you shot Warren Lopez
on Spring Mountain last Friday?
Yes, ma'am.
It was an accident.
I just have to get this off my heart.
- What happened?
- NETTY: I was tracking this gorgeous
five pointer all day
when I finally saw him.
But the sun was set.
And I know it's against the law
to shoot at night, but
I couldn't let him go.
So I lined up my shot
double-checked my target,
secured my backstop.
The buck moved behind a thicket,
but I kept my eye on his tail.
And then I took my shot.
(DISTANT THUD)
I tracked the buck to that thicket,
and when I pushed through,
that's when I saw legs.
I shot Mr. Lopez.
I don't know what come over me.
I just hightailed it out of there.
You did the right thing.
Coming in.
I owed it to his family
to tell the truth.
I'm really very sorry. I'm so sorry.
(SOBBING)
WILLOWS: I have to admit
I prefer arresting folks
who are a bit more
Nefarious?
I mean, that little fire
at the studio had me convinced
that Dirk and Warren were being targeted
by someone with a vendetta
against that place.
The fire could have something to do
with Dirk's death, but you're right.
The evidence has only
shown one thing so far.
Yeah. A never-ending run of bad luck.
- Yeah.
- My God.
Two husbands dead, on the same weekend?
Those poor girls.
At least they still have each other.
For now.
Oh.
It's just that (CHUCKLING)
Lindsay and I used to work
together as CSIs.
Right here in this building.
Side by side.
Just like Libby and Ella do.
She's just so lost now.
I don't know, Max.
You'd think I'd be over it by now.
Parents never stop wanting
more for their kids.
Ain't that the truth?
Anyway
Uh
Prelim photoionization
detection on the fire
didn't show any accelerants
or explosives.
No foreign object present.
It could just be a
freak electrical thing.
Mm.
So now that Folsom and Allie are free,
I'm just gonna ask them to dig deeper.
Maybe you're looking
at one juicy coincidence
by morning, huh?
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(LAUGHS)
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Yeah. I like this outfit.
- What's underneath it?
- Hey. Back off.
CHAVEZ: Stop it.
(WINCES) Back up
or I'll break your hand.
Okay, okay. (LAUGHS)
I was just having some fun, bitch.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
- You okay?
- Just part of the job.
(CHUCKLES) Oh.
There.
You look good.
I'm Melanie, by the way.
I'm Valerie.
You working that, uh, pool expo later?
Ugh, I'm either a lifeguard
- or a mermaid.
- Hmm.
Pool guys have the best bars.
We should hang out after.
Yeah.
Beau and I were inside
the studio, the window cracked,
we looked over, saw flames.
FOLSOM: What about the cameras?
It was just the one over the desk.
It only covers, uh,
you know, the guest side.
- None outside or behind?
- No.
Oh, Ella.
Um, I'll let you get into it.
ELLA: I know, I'm not
supposed to be here,
but Mama's waiting in the car.
- She needed her cup.
- WILLOWS: Uh, no, I-I'm glad you're here.
I left you a message. Did you get it?
We arrested Warren's shooter. A hunter.
Warren's death was an accident.
I thought Warren and Dirk's
deaths were connected.
If it's any comfort,
this makes it less likely that
some loan sharks are after
you and your mother.
(SIGHS)
We had so many plans.
Me and Warren.
I don't know what I'm gonna do now.
Ella, what are you, 19?
You're so young. You could do anything.
- You could go to school.
- Mm-mm. College isn't for me.
It's best I stay.
Help build the company with Mama.
LIBBY: Ella.
You've been in here so long,
I got worried.
I-I should probably
go tell her about Warren.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
You know, nothing was thrown
through the door or
through the window.
The heat from the fire
melted the insulation
and cracked the window.
Melted cables say
electrical fire, but, look,
the plugs aren't melted,
neither are receptacles.
Maybe the fire started
inside the computer?
Let's take a look.
You know, things are different now.
You said before
it's like old times, but
I'm technically the boss now,
and our repartee we have
Repartee? That's French, right?
(LAUGHING)
We're close.
Closer than I am to others.
Our friendship
could be misinterpreted as inappropriate
or favoritism.
So
so my rank isn't just a formality?
Copy that.
- Josh.
- Ooh.
You're right.
The fire came from inside. That's rare.
Bloody hell, another coincidence?
This is getting creepy.
Computers don't spontaneously combust,
so something started the fire.
I just couldn't say what.
Mm. Smell that?
It's fermented.
I'll get this to the GC-MS, boss.
Thank you for your patience
on my autopsy report.
I couldn't start working
until he cooled.
ROBY: Mr. Cantor is a
mess. Collapsed lung.
Tubular necrosis of the kidney.
Blood in the spinal fluid.
So, he got beat up pretty bad, right?
No, believe it or not, all that
is due to heat and dehydration.
Desperate to cool himself down,
his body excreted fluids
at an accelerated rate.
Desiccating his entire body,
including his organs.
He was so dehydrated that
his adrenals have become rocks.
FINADO: Well, blood can't run
through the system without water,
so he died of cardiac arrest, huh?
- That's right.
- ROBY: I wonder why
he didn't get up, get out of there,
and get some air before passing out.
I had the same question,
so I ran a tox screen.
I found run-of-the-mill
fitness supplements in his system.
Well, that explains the residue
I found in his water bottle.
HUDSON: But there
was also opioid toxicity.
280 micrograms per liter.
Enough in his system
to pass out and then some.
He was on drugs?
- Mm.
- FINADO: Maybe that explains
that mess of prints
that I found in there.
He was out of his gourd.
He was wandering around, lost.
Whatever happened in there
wasn't that peaceful.
Dirk's body position obscured this
from you at the crime scene.
Peri-mortem hematoma.
Bruises, just like these,
all up and down his arms.
All created just before he died.
So, he did fight someone in there.
More like something.
These hematoma have blunt impact points
from repeated strikes to hard surfaces.
What I would've expected to be
a comparatively gentle
accidental overdose
- was resisted by Dirk.
- Help!
There's no lock on the steam room door.
Why couldn't he get out of there?
That's a really good question,
Mr. Finado.
Go get us a really good answer.
WILLOWS: Well, I
mean, no lock, obviously,
no dents,
no bent metal.
Are you sure someone drugged Dirk
and barricaded him in there?
No. Not really. I don't know
how else to explain the autopsy.
Oh, that's weird.
- WILLOWS: Oh.
- FINADO: We pulled the body out yesterday,
but the ants are still here.
What're you little guys after?
Huh. There's like a
some kind of dust, but it's sticky.
Sticky and sweet?
Ants love sweet.
- And they're on the march.
- Hmm.
- Catherine.
- Hmm?
I got an idea. I want you
to get into the steam room.
I want to try something.
Just trust me. Please, just trust me.
Hop in.
I used to play this prank
back in college to lock
my buddies into their dorm rooms.
(CLICKS)
Okay. Open the door.
(CHUCKLES)
Won't open.
Put some weight behind it.
Pull. Pull hard.
There's your barricade.
(GRUNTS) How does a
hard candy lock a door?
Placed in the right location,
that candy that almost broke my tooth
becomes a mighty, tiny wedge,
which changes the angle
between the door and the frame,
preventing the door lock from opening.
The candy disappears
as condensation and humidity
melts it over time.
And, eventually, it dissolves
until someone can go through the door.
Never know it was there.
But not before you die of a heart attack
- in a steam room.
- Dirk was murdered
by candy.
(LAUGHS)
You think I killed Dirk
the jerk with candy?
WILLOWS: Well, that is
how he died last Saturday.
Someone wedged the steam room door shut
at Body By Libby.
Dirk was locked inside.
Ew! No, no, no, no.
No one needs to see that.
Look, I swear on Beyoncé
I did not kill that man.
You're gonna need a stronger
alibi than Beyoncé, my friend.
(SCOFFS) Don't let
my flippancy fool you.
I'm a church-going man.
Every and all Saturday. Ask my deacon.
Well, we know where you were on Tuesday.
You were at work
when someone started a fire,
and my CSIs said that
that fire was caused by someone
spilling raspberry kombucha
all over a computer hard drive.
If you're curious
about the molecular makeup
of your favorite drink,
that's it.
(SIGHS)
1:00 is the slowest time at any gym,
but I made 1:00 p.m. the spot.
Then Dirk took it from me
because Libby was jealous of my success.
So, I used the front desk
computer to write him a note
saying I knew about
his affair with Kendall,
but I didn't know how to delete it,
so I buch'd the computer to erase it.
You wrote a blackmail letter?
It wasn't that serious.
I was just letting him know
that I'll tell Libby and his
Young Sheldon stepdaughter.
- Young Sheldon?
- TWIST: Ella.
Little know-it-all kid graduated at 16.
Libby never stopped talking about it.
Look, anyway, my plan worked,
Dirk broke up with Kendall, and
he gave me back my time slot.
Kendall and Dirk broke up?
Yeah. She can't get over it either.
She's obsessed.
Look, I know this looks bad,
but I'm no killer.
It doesn't just look bad.
Blackmail is illegal.
So is arson.
Am I getting new bracelets
today or what?
Won't be my first.
GILL: Kendall cheated
with her best friend's husband.
That's low.
Not as low as killing
her best friend's husband.
Touché.
Oh, that's Kendall's husband.
They were all hunting buddies.
FOLSOM: And they like their Remingtons.
Just like the rifle that
killed Warren.
Aw, Kendall wasn't a fan of Warren,
so maybe she killed both of them.
New uniform?
She's undercover, again.
Working a pool expo today.
Got Valerie's DNA.
GILL: No, this hair
doesn't have any bulbs.
No bulbs, no DNA.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, no problem.
I will try again.
We're gonna hang out tonight.
Hang out?
Oh, yeah, she's into me.
Sweet.
No, it's not sweet.
We're not supposed to get close
to the people we investigate.
(LAUGHS)
Well, it's not what you
walking windbreakers do,
but, for us mermaids,
being undercover means
playing all angles.
Is that why you said yes
when I asked you out?
Maybe.
Oh. Ha ha.
Okay, I'm going to go help Beau
with the paper he
found in Dirk's steam room
before another one of these
jokes goes over my head.
Oh.
Has anyone ever told you
you look great in shades?
Yeah, everyone does.
So, the wet paper blob
that I found in Dirk's steam room,
it dried out, but it's still worthless.
ESDA couldn't pick up any indentations,
so I'm thinking an
alternative light source
might expose the original message.
- What do you think?
- Sounds great.
♪
PENNY: Oh, there we go.
Now we're in business.
"Please forgive me, Warren."
"I deserve this."
Is this a suicide note?
He's confessing to Warren's murder.
But the hunter, Netty,
already confessed to killing Warren.
No, she believes she killed Warren,
but she said herself
she barely looked at the body
before running away.
Okay, hold on.
Let's say that
Dirk did kill Warren
and then killed himself.
Why would he lock himself
in a steam room with candy?
How could he do that?
He didn't.
No, Warren's killer is framing Dirk
to cover their tracks.
You've been saying it all along, Beau.
These murders are connected.
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, you weren't wrong about the bar.
These drinks have me heated.
You didn't even need to wear a wig.
You already have mermaid hair.
Hey.
There you go.
Thanks, babe.
Convention guys always want us.
No reason they shouldn't pay.
I'm happy to help you
make a few extra bucks
if you need it.
Hmm. I mean, I could use the money.
But I hardly know you.
Like, where are you from?
How long have you been in Vegas?
You ask a lot of questions.
Who are you?
(CHUCKLES)
I told you. Melanie.
Hmm. I'm from Miami
You want to know about me,
but you're lying about yourself.
You're right.
Okay?
My name is Mia Roland.
I'm Cliff Roland's sister.
Am I supposed to know who that is?
He told me you were dating.
- Okay, move.
- He-he called me.
He was in trouble, and then
he died in that car accident.
I just came to Vegas for answers.
He was my brother.
Please, Valerie.
- I have to know.
- All right.
We weren't dating,
we were set up.
What does that mean?
You were set up?
Like you set up other people?
I won't talk about it here.
Come to my place tomorrow night.
Cañada Towers, apartment 1751.
You have no idea what this means to me.
Thank you.
We got an issue.
(GUNSHOT)
FOLSOM: Okay, we have casings
from all of Dirk's
Remington rifles, boss.
Dirk's suicide note was right.
Netty didn't kill Warren.
The casings don't match, Which
means a casing from Dirk's rifle might.
FOLSOM: We would've
figured this out eventually,
but Netty's confession
put her rifle at the end of
the ballistics queue, so
there was a coincidence.
Yeah, just not the one we thought.
You know, I wasn't pulling rank earlier.
I value our friendship,
but I've worked hard to
get to where I am.
I know, and you deserve all of it
the promotion,
everything and I never want to
jeopardize that for you.
And you're right.
Things are different, and
we can't go back.
You know, and
and who'd want that? (MACHINE CHIRPS)
We have a match.
Dirk's rifle shot Warren.
Yep, but who pulled the trigger?
RAJAN: Okay, so, Warren's crime scene
is the missing link in this case.
It's just up here.
(GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE) God!
(FOLSOM LAUGHS) This can't be safe.
I miss the steam room.
Don't worry,
I know a great taxidermy guy.
He'll make sure you look handsome
- up on the wall.
- That's not funny.
Uh (GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE)
Okay, um, whoever shot
Warren also killed Dirk.
We're looking for something
that tells us who did it.
According to the time of death,
Warren was killed first.
Just walk me through what you found.
Okay, so, Warren's body
was found 43 meters south.
Um, the rifle casing was there,
and the shooter's prints
were here, here, everywhere.
Small boot prints, right?
Made by someone about Allie's weight.
And Kendall is small.
RAJAN: She'd have to be
a good shot to see Warren
behind the thicket.
Kendall's a hunter, too.
WILLOWS: So, footprints
were pretty much all you found?
Yeah, apart from that one thingy there.
FOLSOM: Yeah, we think it was made by
some sort of hunting equipment.
Cylindrical with an accompanying divot,
like a hilt or a grip.
This is a photo of the positive cast.
I know who shot Warren.
I'm the victim.
Why am I in here?
'Cause you killed Warren Lopez.
Don't be absurd.
Warren was shot deep into the woods.
It's quite a hike
getting up there, isn't it?
You need to stay hydrated,
especially in those altitudes.
You spotted Warren,
and in order to take your shot,
you had to put your mug down.
(LAUGHS): Please.
You think I killed Warren
because of some dinky holes in the mud?
ROBY: Allie, get that box.
We got you a little souvenir
from the woods.
Oh, yeah.
You really can't
go anywhere without it, huh?
These mugs are very popular.
I know, everybody's got five.
But you know what we did?
We tested all of yours.
This one had this exact soil
caked right here in the crevice.
You should really wash those
things more frequently.
ROBY: You killed your daughter's fiancé.
Who does that to their child?
But you know what? You weren't
even done there, were you?
You framed your cheating husband
for Warren's murder.
Two birds, one stone.
No, I-I-I didn't do that, okay?
I don't know who did,
but I didn't do that.
I want my lawyer.
You need to let me out of here.
- I did not do this.
- Deputy Clark.
What? Are you kidding me?
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
WILLOWS: This is hard, I know.
My father did some
awful things.
I know how it feels.
You don't have
the evidence to convict my mom.
You have what? Dirk's gun,
a cup imprint, some candies.
They didn't mention candy.
Your mom discovered
Warren was encouraging you to leave
to go to college, so she
killed him to make you stay.
But she was so sloppy about it,
she used Dirk's rifle to kill Warren.
It wasn't a matter of
if she'd be caught, but when.
So you covered for her.
You dosed Dirk's water bottle
with opioids.
You wrote the suicide note
in block letters
so that the handwriting
would be hard to match,
and then you slipped the note
into the steam room
before locking Dirk in.
And you made up that whole story about
loan sharks trying to
hurt you and your mother.
But you didn't anticipate
the note that you left
being ruined by moisture.
Had we seen the message sooner,
his death might have
been deemed suicide,
case would've been closed.
Ella, you didn't have to
kill Dirk for your mom.
I found out what she did. She
She just didn't want me to leave her.
She needs me.
I could fix it,
stay here, work with her.
This is my fault. It's all my fault.
Ella
children are never responsible
for their parents' mistakes.
I love my mom.
("LANDSLIDE" BY ROBYN SHERWELL PLAYS)
Took my love, took it down ♪
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Climb the mountain and I turn around ♪
And I saw my reflection
in the snow-covered hills ♪
Till the landslide brought me down ♪
Oh, mirror in the sky ♪
What is love? ♪
Ella, what did you do?
Rise above? ♪
Oh
Can I sail ♪
It's okay.
We'll always be together, baby.
Always.
The seasons of my life ♪
ROBY: There is such a thing as
too much togetherness, huh?
Mm. ♪
CHAVEZ: I did it, Max. I got her to talk.
Valerie wasn't Cliff's girlfriend.
She says they were set up.
Set up? What does that mean?
I'll find out when
I meet up with Valerie
- at her place.
- At her place?
That sounds a little risky.
No, I've been here before, Max.
I've I've got a handle on it.
Plus, it'll give me
a chance to grab some
- useable DNA.
- All right, Serena.
I'll bring my weapon.
You two will have a report
on your desk in the morning.
Robot justice.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Netty, this belongs to you.
It was just a matter of
the wrong place at the right time.
One hell of a "coinkydink," huh?
(CHUCKLES) You sure can say so. Yeah.
Thank you.
WILLOWS: You're welcome.
Now, still don't know
if I believe in coincidence, but, uh,
it's growing on me.
See you tomorrow, partner.
It's your day, right?
- Four sugars. Got it.
- That's it.
Lindsay, it's Mom.
Just wanted to say I love you
and I'm proud of you.
That's all.
Valerie?
You inside?
I'm coming in, okay?
(LINE RINGS) DISPATCHER: LVPD.
This is Detective
Serena Chavez, badge 6375.
This is a Code 3.
I need black-and-whites
and CSIs rolling on Cañada Towers.
I'm looking at a 4-2-7.
We have a kidnapping here.
Make me sweat ♪
Make me hotter ♪
Make me lose my breath,
make me water ♪
Make me sweat ♪
Make me hotter ♪
Make me lost my breath,
make me water ♪
Normally, I can keep my cool ♪
(GROANS)
But tonight, I'm wildin' ♪
I'm-a be in a dangerous mood ♪
Can you match my timing? ♪
Tellin' me ♪
(HISSING)
Why try to hide it? ♪
Ooh ♪
Talk is cheap, so show me. ♪
(LOUD HISSING)
(SCREAMS)
Why is there a robot in here?
We'll get there, Valerie, I promise.
But let's start with
why we tracked you down.
We have some questions
about Cliff Roland.
GILL: He worked at
Mojave Kinematic Designs.
They specialize in robotic AI.
It's also where he killed
this man, Robert Cuevas.
Cliff confessed to beating him
to death with a robot arm.
Yeah, that robot's arm.
What does this have to do with me?
Cliff Roland is dead.
He died in a car accident
after confessing
to killing Robert Cuevas.
GILL: We found a
camera in his totaled car.
The film had been ripped out,
but there was a bit of film
stuck in the gears.
So we developed it.
That's you and our pal Ocho,
on the floor at MKD.
Now's the time to tell me about
your relationship with Cliff Roland.
Mm. Your file looks pretty thin.
WILLOWS: That's because
there's no record of you in Vegas.
Or anywhere, for that matter.
You're a ghost.
GILL: And on the night of the murder,
you signed in as a visitor
at Mojave Kinematic Designs.
I met Cliff at a bar.
He thought the factory would impress me.
Or something.
It got weird when he started
taking pictures of me, so I ghosted.
Happy?
No, I'm not.
(PLASTIC RUSTLING)
This clipboard belonged
to Robert Cuevas,
but these fingerprints
GILL: They're not Robert's.
Or Cliff's.
Or anyone else from MKD.
We don't have you in our system.
But we were able to
get DNA from the prints.
If those prints belong to you,
that makes you accessory to murder.
Now, do you want to tell me the truth
about how you know Cliff Roland?
Or do I need to get a warrant?
Good luck with that.
CHAVEZ: She knows we're bluffing.
If we could get a warrant,
we would have.
ROBY: This is not her first rodeo.
Hair tied back, hasn't
touched the table.
She's not giving us anything.
She's giving me a
strong "Max was right" vibe.
Mm-hmm.
The murder at MKD.
Our suspect's car crash.
The stolen film.
There's too many holes in that file.
ROBY: And she has all the answers.
We could arrest her on that fake ID.
Try and wear her down
with a 72-hour hold.
I know her type.
Won't work.
You got another idea?
I just might.
♪
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(GROANS) He's been here a while.
Meet Dirk Cantor.
Co-owns the fitness studio,
Body By Libby, with his wife, Libby.
Body temp says he
sous vided for 36 hours.
Don't let the crispy skin fool you,
he's medium rare on the inside.
That's a long time to cook in public.
Oh, place is closed on Sundays.
They left the steamer on.
Coroner thinks it was a heart attack.
It's pretty common in the steam
room Oh. (ALARM RINGING)
Oh, Catherine. We got to go. Go.
- What is that?
- That was my phone alarm. Go.
(SIGHS)
Steam goes off every
three minutes, I timed it.
Keeping our crime scene intact, eh?
Well, they clean it daily,
which is perfect for prints,
but turn the steam off,
they'll dry up, so
LIBBY: Excuse me?
I'm Libby. Dirk's my husband.
- This is my daughter.
- I'm Ella.
Can we see my stepdad?
LIBBY: Please?
I
It doesn't feel real.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Unfortunately,
we can't allow access right now.
As soon as the crime scene is released,
we'll find you. Until then
Uh, yeah, it would helpful
if you could keep the place closed.
Y-You said "crime scene."
I don't understand.
Are you saying my Dirk was murdered?
WILLOWS: We don't know.
But until we do know what
happened Saturday night
ELLA: Saturday?
We thought he went hunting
with my fiancé Warren,
up on Spring Mountain.
Warren didn't call to say
that Dirk was a no-show?
I'm gonna need to talk to Warren.
We never talk
when he's on Spring Mountain.
The reception is
We tried to call when we found out.
I-I'll try again.
Hello? Warren.
No, uh
Who is this? Josh Folsom?
Who are you?
H-Hand me the phone.
- Josh, it's Catherine.
- FOLSOM: Catherine?
WILLOWS: Yeah. Where are you?
I just got to a scene
up on Spring Mountain.
Victim is a Warren Lopez.
Looks like a hunting accident.
Is Warren okay?
Uh, um, sorry.
Um, he's gone.
- I'm so sorry, Ella.
- Warren? He's dead too?
WILLOWS: Yes. He was shot.
FOLSOM: Catherine?
Catherine, what's going on?
I really don't know.
Do you believe in coincidence?
♪
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! ♪
So our dead guys knew each other?
Yep. Two deaths.
One unlucky family. What are the odds?
Hunting accidents are rare,
but Warren's not wearing fluorescents
during peak hunting season.
And Dirk was last seen
overexerting in a workout class
before entering the steam room.
So it's safe to say that he was
fit enough to tolerate the heat.
So we're treating both scenes
as accidents?
Until the evidence says otherwise,
we're gonna process
two suspicious deaths
as suspicious deaths.
Sounds good, boss.
Hey.
Hey, so Beau is collecting
prints inside the steam room.
I'm gonna get some prints
from those lookie-loos.
I think they might be chatty.
ROBY: You know, uh, Allie seems to think
that Warren's death
reads as an accident.
All signs so far point towards
a tragic coincidence.
There is no such thing as coincidence.
Newton's third law.
Nothing happens without force
or an explanation.
That last part, that was Finado's law.
WILLOWS: Yeah.
Well
Hate to burst your bubble, Beau,
but coincidences do exist.
They're a pox on a criminalist's house.
Coincidences make you
second-guess yourself.
They conflate your understanding
of the evidence.
They defy logic. I hate them.
But that doesn't mean they don't exist.
Sorry, Catherine, my scientific
mind will not accept that.
What?
WILLOWS: You're eating the crime scene.
The mints are complimentary.
Ow!
That's not a mint.
That's a That's a hard candy.
Hard taffy, specifically. It's not bad.
Okay, here's the small particle reagent
for the prints.
We don't have all day here.
Leaving the schvitz every three
minutes is slowing me down.
Steam be damned.
I'm going in and I'm staying in.
(GROANS) (ALARM RINGING)
You going in?
Mm-mm. The hair.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(ALARM RINGING)
(STEAM HISSING)
(SIGHS)
(ALARM RINGING) (STEAM HISSING)
(GRUNTS)
Oh
Dirk didn't pass out.
He struggled.
(ALARM RINGING)
(GROANS)
Come on.
(DISTANT RIFLE SHOT)
It's hunting season.
Don't be like our guy Warren here.
Thanks.
(GRUNTS) Boy
Wildlife had a field day on him.
Is the gunshot wound still intact?
RAJAN: Yeah, still in there
waiting for us.
Could be .308.
That round's got lots of energy,
but the wound is tight.
Likely shot from a distance,
30, 45 yards.
Sear line shows a right-to-left entry.
So, where was Warren standing?
Uh (SIGHS)
There's blood here on the ground.
There's blood on his pants.
So he was standing
when he was shot.
(GUNSHOT)
The pool and the wound are both
facing northwest,
so the sear line means
the shooter aimed due south.
RAJAN: Which means
we'd find our shooter that way.
Just this way.
Yep. (DISTANT RIFLE SHOTS)
Oh, I see prints.
FOLSOM: Oh.
We're 43 yards from Warren.
Nailed it.
I'm counting like, what?
20 prints here?
(GASPS) Jackpot.
There's a casing.
FOLSOM: It's a .308.
Nailed it again, Al.
The shooter was here.
RAJAN: Okay, this is a lot of prints
ugh in mud.
You mixing or pouring?
You're shift supervisor, you get dibs.
Oh. You know I don't
care about all that.
- Your rank is just a formality.
- I could tell you,
Level 1 paychecks are not a formality.
They're teeny tiny.
And I'm a man with a horse to feed.
Fine, I'll pour to make up
for your starving horse.
Oh. Dennis is fine.
I'm the one eating ramen.
(LAUGHS)
♪
FOLSOM: Our last print. But what is it?
Mm, could be some kind
of hunting equipment?
Maybe.
Hey, uh, are your molds drying?
It's cold out, but they're drying.
Eh.
Okay. They're not drying.
(CHUCKLES) Sorry, Al.
We have to take them back to the lab,
let them dry there.
Oh, but dirt's so heavy.
A-And dirty
(CHUCKLING) (GROANS)
Fine. I'll get the shovels.
I hate mud.
GILL: Okay. I'm just gonna say it.
If you're bringing paperwork
into a steam room,
you're working too hard.
I don't know.
Maybe that's why he had a heart attack.
ROBY: Was it a particularly
stressful document?
I don't know yet.
Looks like it was handwritten,
but the ink's run.
So ESDA will give us pen impressions.
It'll just take
about a day to dehydrate.
I know.
I look great, right?
Yeah. But why?
Oh, you're looking at Melanie,
the newest brand hostess
at Lady Luck Staffing.
That's where Valerie Hammond works.
- You don't miss a thing.
- Oh.
Oh
You're gonna work with her
and get her to trust you
It's one of my many gifts. As you know.
So, you are gonna need this
to get Valerie's DNA.
If you need DNA, why not
just go through the trash?
ROBY: 'Cause we need more than DNA.
Valerie knows the truth
about how and why Cliff died,
so Serena's going undercover
to get some answers.
And you, my friend, are going to be
her point person here
for DNA at the lab, okay?
If that's what you want, awesome.
All right. Go get 'em, Elfie.
Look at it this way.
At least this time you know
I'm undercover.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Let's go, everybody. Ten more.
You think someone here killed Dirk?
That's why you're taking my prints?
I saw you watching
the crime scene earlier.
You and Dirk were
We were in love.
I'm not a bad person.
No judgment here.
I wanted Dirk to stay
with me this weekend,
but he insisted on going
hunting with Warren.
FINADO: All right, we're
taking elimination prints.
Everybody line up here for your turn.
- Thank you.
- You don't care for Warren?
He borrowed money from me
for a business venture
and then blew it all on Ella.
I mean, what am I saying?
Warren was a good kid.
Kendall, girl, don't lie.
Warren was shady and so was Dirk.
It's no surprise somebody
wanted those men dead.
Uh, switch hands, Mister
Twist. Full name, Twist.
You think Dirk and Warren's
deaths are connected?
They were villains.
Snatching my 1:00 p.m. class
from me like a bad wig
to give to Libby
after I made that time slot popular?
I got it back, though.
Imagine what else they got up to.
Or who else they pissed off.
And how did you get your time slot back?
By being the best.
We done?
We done.
- Thank you.
- Next.
(WHISTLES) RAJAN: Okay, I'm here.
Figure out what caused
that weird cylindrical impression yet?
I'm thinking a scope case,
and I'm sourcing some for testing.
You mind taking your boots off?
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
Mm-hmm. Uh, that bullet casing
we found in the forest Uh-huh.
Lands and grooves say Remington 700,
but the shooter's ID remains a mystery.
No match in NIBIN.
What if I told you
that I can paint
a picture of our shooter
using mud from the crime scene?
Mud is transitory, it changes
with weather and time.
And that is where the National
Weather Service records
from two days ago
and humidifiers come in.
You recreated the mountain's
weather conditions.
Nice. (CHUCKLING)
Put these on for me?
Mm. Okay.
All right, I need you to step
into this very, very special tray
of bespoke artisanal mud
that I've handcrafted
so we can compare your impression
with the shooter's.
Take my hand. I'll help you in.
Hey, you even got
the same brand of boot.
- You're brilliant.
- Well, that remains to be seen.
But at least we can narrow down
the hunting license record demographics.
There we Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy now.
Just a few steps, and then plant it.
Nice.
I got you. (SIGHS)
Mm.
Someone's not been exfoliating.
Well, I had to take the sugar scrub
off the grocery list, you know.
BOTH: For Dennis. (LAUGHING)
This is fun, right?
Like old times.
Yeah, it is.
Okay, that's been a few seconds.
(GRUNTS)
All right.
So
Your print is just a few millimeters
shy of the mold depth.
Oh, so we're looking for a little fella.
Or a little lady.
FINADO: I've sent the
prints from the steam room
ahead to the lab.
Look, look at that harvest.
I mean, I got to believe
that Dirk had a mystery guest
in there with him.
Or they were all left
by one man struggling
with a heart attack.
You're still Team Coincidence?
WILLOWS: Coincidence is a
naturally occurring phenomenon.
They spring up sometimes.
Like volcanoes.
Or mustaches.
(FORCED LAUGH) BYSTANDER: Fire!
Whoa! (SHRIEKING AND CLAMORING)
Out the back! In the locker room. Go!
- Let's go! In the locker room.
- Everybody out! This way.
WILLOWS: What just happened?
I-I don't know. The window broke
and then there was smoke.
(SIGHS) Okay. Okay,
we're clear. We're good.
- We're good.
- You're okay, Mama?
Yeah. It sounded like
someone threw something inside.
They're trying to kill us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's "they"?
Warren told me Dirk borrowed money.
A lot of money. Not from banks.
Okay, the two of you wait in the back.
We will get you police protection,
and get LVPD over here
to watch the place.
But you have got to shut the gym down.
Of course. Okay. We will.
You still think the deaths
aren't connected?
(SIGHS)
Hey, boss. Get this.
Catherine said I'm probably right.
Yes, it's true.
- I did say that.
- FINADO: See?
Heard you all had
a little drama over at the gym.
Everybody's fine.
But the evidence suggests
that we're looking at linked murders.
I-I think someone wrestled
with Dirk the only question is
did they also shoot Warren?
Okay. So this is evidence
that their deaths are not linked.
County deputies dropped it off
downstairs and they say
it belongs to a woman
who says she shot Warren
while hunting on Spring Mountain.
And the gun? Looks like a match.
Same as killed Warren. A Remington 700.
I was just starting to think
that Dirk and Warren's deaths
were connected.
Well think again.
RAJAN: Netty, you understand
that you don't have to be
here without an attorney.
And you're volunteering
that you shot Warren Lopez
on Spring Mountain last Friday?
Yes, ma'am.
It was an accident.
I just have to get this off my heart.
- What happened?
- NETTY: I was tracking this gorgeous
five pointer all day
when I finally saw him.
But the sun was set.
And I know it's against the law
to shoot at night, but
I couldn't let him go.
So I lined up my shot
double-checked my target,
secured my backstop.
The buck moved behind a thicket,
but I kept my eye on his tail.
And then I took my shot.
(DISTANT THUD)
I tracked the buck to that thicket,
and when I pushed through,
that's when I saw legs.
I shot Mr. Lopez.
I don't know what come over me.
I just hightailed it out of there.
You did the right thing.
Coming in.
I owed it to his family
to tell the truth.
I'm really very sorry. I'm so sorry.
(SOBBING)
WILLOWS: I have to admit
I prefer arresting folks
who are a bit more
Nefarious?
I mean, that little fire
at the studio had me convinced
that Dirk and Warren were being targeted
by someone with a vendetta
against that place.
The fire could have something to do
with Dirk's death, but you're right.
The evidence has only
shown one thing so far.
Yeah. A never-ending run of bad luck.
- Yeah.
- My God.
Two husbands dead, on the same weekend?
Those poor girls.
At least they still have each other.
For now.
Oh.
It's just that (CHUCKLING)
Lindsay and I used to work
together as CSIs.
Right here in this building.
Side by side.
Just like Libby and Ella do.
She's just so lost now.
I don't know, Max.
You'd think I'd be over it by now.
Parents never stop wanting
more for their kids.
Ain't that the truth?
Anyway
Uh
Prelim photoionization
detection on the fire
didn't show any accelerants
or explosives.
No foreign object present.
It could just be a
freak electrical thing.
Mm.
So now that Folsom and Allie are free,
I'm just gonna ask them to dig deeper.
Maybe you're looking
at one juicy coincidence
by morning, huh?
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Yeah. I like this outfit.
- What's underneath it?
- Hey. Back off.
CHAVEZ: Stop it.
(WINCES) Back up
or I'll break your hand.
Okay, okay. (LAUGHS)
I was just having some fun, bitch.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
- You okay?
- Just part of the job.
(CHUCKLES) Oh.
There.
You look good.
I'm Melanie, by the way.
I'm Valerie.
You working that, uh, pool expo later?
Ugh, I'm either a lifeguard
- or a mermaid.
- Hmm.
Pool guys have the best bars.
We should hang out after.
Yeah.
Beau and I were inside
the studio, the window cracked,
we looked over, saw flames.
FOLSOM: What about the cameras?
It was just the one over the desk.
It only covers, uh,
you know, the guest side.
- None outside or behind?
- No.
Oh, Ella.
Um, I'll let you get into it.
ELLA: I know, I'm not
supposed to be here,
but Mama's waiting in the car.
- She needed her cup.
- WILLOWS: Uh, no, I-I'm glad you're here.
I left you a message. Did you get it?
We arrested Warren's shooter. A hunter.
Warren's death was an accident.
I thought Warren and Dirk's
deaths were connected.
If it's any comfort,
this makes it less likely that
some loan sharks are after
you and your mother.
(SIGHS)
We had so many plans.
Me and Warren.
I don't know what I'm gonna do now.
Ella, what are you, 19?
You're so young. You could do anything.
- You could go to school.
- Mm-mm. College isn't for me.
It's best I stay.
Help build the company with Mama.
LIBBY: Ella.
You've been in here so long,
I got worried.
I-I should probably
go tell her about Warren.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
You know, nothing was thrown
through the door or
through the window.
The heat from the fire
melted the insulation
and cracked the window.
Melted cables say
electrical fire, but, look,
the plugs aren't melted,
neither are receptacles.
Maybe the fire started
inside the computer?
Let's take a look.
You know, things are different now.
You said before
it's like old times, but
I'm technically the boss now,
and our repartee we have
Repartee? That's French, right?
(LAUGHING)
We're close.
Closer than I am to others.
Our friendship
could be misinterpreted as inappropriate
or favoritism.
So
so my rank isn't just a formality?
Copy that.
- Josh.
- Ooh.
You're right.
The fire came from inside. That's rare.
Bloody hell, another coincidence?
This is getting creepy.
Computers don't spontaneously combust,
so something started the fire.
I just couldn't say what.
Mm. Smell that?
It's fermented.
I'll get this to the GC-MS, boss.
Thank you for your patience
on my autopsy report.
I couldn't start working
until he cooled.
ROBY: Mr. Cantor is a
mess. Collapsed lung.
Tubular necrosis of the kidney.
Blood in the spinal fluid.
So, he got beat up pretty bad, right?
No, believe it or not, all that
is due to heat and dehydration.
Desperate to cool himself down,
his body excreted fluids
at an accelerated rate.
Desiccating his entire body,
including his organs.
He was so dehydrated that
his adrenals have become rocks.
FINADO: Well, blood can't run
through the system without water,
so he died of cardiac arrest, huh?
- That's right.
- ROBY: I wonder why
he didn't get up, get out of there,
and get some air before passing out.
I had the same question,
so I ran a tox screen.
I found run-of-the-mill
fitness supplements in his system.
Well, that explains the residue
I found in his water bottle.
HUDSON: But there
was also opioid toxicity.
280 micrograms per liter.
Enough in his system
to pass out and then some.
He was on drugs?
- Mm.
- FINADO: Maybe that explains
that mess of prints
that I found in there.
He was out of his gourd.
He was wandering around, lost.
Whatever happened in there
wasn't that peaceful.
Dirk's body position obscured this
from you at the crime scene.
Peri-mortem hematoma.
Bruises, just like these,
all up and down his arms.
All created just before he died.
So, he did fight someone in there.
More like something.
These hematoma have blunt impact points
from repeated strikes to hard surfaces.
What I would've expected to be
a comparatively gentle
accidental overdose
- was resisted by Dirk.
- Help!
There's no lock on the steam room door.
Why couldn't he get out of there?
That's a really good question,
Mr. Finado.
Go get us a really good answer.
WILLOWS: Well, I
mean, no lock, obviously,
no dents,
no bent metal.
Are you sure someone drugged Dirk
and barricaded him in there?
No. Not really. I don't know
how else to explain the autopsy.
Oh, that's weird.
- WILLOWS: Oh.
- FINADO: We pulled the body out yesterday,
but the ants are still here.
What're you little guys after?
Huh. There's like a
some kind of dust, but it's sticky.
Sticky and sweet?
Ants love sweet.
- And they're on the march.
- Hmm.
- Catherine.
- Hmm?
I got an idea. I want you
to get into the steam room.
I want to try something.
Just trust me. Please, just trust me.
Hop in.
I used to play this prank
back in college to lock
my buddies into their dorm rooms.
(CLICKS)
Okay. Open the door.
(CHUCKLES)
Won't open.
Put some weight behind it.
Pull. Pull hard.
There's your barricade.
(GRUNTS) How does a
hard candy lock a door?
Placed in the right location,
that candy that almost broke my tooth
becomes a mighty, tiny wedge,
which changes the angle
between the door and the frame,
preventing the door lock from opening.
The candy disappears
as condensation and humidity
melts it over time.
And, eventually, it dissolves
until someone can go through the door.
Never know it was there.
But not before you die of a heart attack
- in a steam room.
- Dirk was murdered
by candy.
(LAUGHS)
You think I killed Dirk
the jerk with candy?
WILLOWS: Well, that is
how he died last Saturday.
Someone wedged the steam room door shut
at Body By Libby.
Dirk was locked inside.
Ew! No, no, no, no.
No one needs to see that.
Look, I swear on Beyoncé
I did not kill that man.
You're gonna need a stronger
alibi than Beyoncé, my friend.
(SCOFFS) Don't let
my flippancy fool you.
I'm a church-going man.
Every and all Saturday. Ask my deacon.
Well, we know where you were on Tuesday.
You were at work
when someone started a fire,
and my CSIs said that
that fire was caused by someone
spilling raspberry kombucha
all over a computer hard drive.
If you're curious
about the molecular makeup
of your favorite drink,
that's it.
(SIGHS)
1:00 is the slowest time at any gym,
but I made 1:00 p.m. the spot.
Then Dirk took it from me
because Libby was jealous of my success.
So, I used the front desk
computer to write him a note
saying I knew about
his affair with Kendall,
but I didn't know how to delete it,
so I buch'd the computer to erase it.
You wrote a blackmail letter?
It wasn't that serious.
I was just letting him know
that I'll tell Libby and his
Young Sheldon stepdaughter.
- Young Sheldon?
- TWIST: Ella.
Little know-it-all kid graduated at 16.
Libby never stopped talking about it.
Look, anyway, my plan worked,
Dirk broke up with Kendall, and
he gave me back my time slot.
Kendall and Dirk broke up?
Yeah. She can't get over it either.
She's obsessed.
Look, I know this looks bad,
but I'm no killer.
It doesn't just look bad.
Blackmail is illegal.
So is arson.
Am I getting new bracelets
today or what?
Won't be my first.
GILL: Kendall cheated
with her best friend's husband.
That's low.
Not as low as killing
her best friend's husband.
Touché.
Oh, that's Kendall's husband.
They were all hunting buddies.
FOLSOM: And they like their Remingtons.
Just like the rifle that
killed Warren.
Aw, Kendall wasn't a fan of Warren,
so maybe she killed both of them.
New uniform?
She's undercover, again.
Working a pool expo today.
Got Valerie's DNA.
GILL: No, this hair
doesn't have any bulbs.
No bulbs, no DNA.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, no problem.
I will try again.
We're gonna hang out tonight.
Hang out?
Oh, yeah, she's into me.
Sweet.
No, it's not sweet.
We're not supposed to get close
to the people we investigate.
(LAUGHS)
Well, it's not what you
walking windbreakers do,
but, for us mermaids,
being undercover means
playing all angles.
Is that why you said yes
when I asked you out?
Maybe.
Oh. Ha ha.
Okay, I'm going to go help Beau
with the paper he
found in Dirk's steam room
before another one of these
jokes goes over my head.
Oh.
Has anyone ever told you
you look great in shades?
Yeah, everyone does.
So, the wet paper blob
that I found in Dirk's steam room,
it dried out, but it's still worthless.
ESDA couldn't pick up any indentations,
so I'm thinking an
alternative light source
might expose the original message.
- What do you think?
- Sounds great.
♪
PENNY: Oh, there we go.
Now we're in business.
"Please forgive me, Warren."
"I deserve this."
Is this a suicide note?
He's confessing to Warren's murder.
But the hunter, Netty,
already confessed to killing Warren.
No, she believes she killed Warren,
but she said herself
she barely looked at the body
before running away.
Okay, hold on.
Let's say that
Dirk did kill Warren
and then killed himself.
Why would he lock himself
in a steam room with candy?
How could he do that?
He didn't.
No, Warren's killer is framing Dirk
to cover their tracks.
You've been saying it all along, Beau.
These murders are connected.
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, you weren't wrong about the bar.
These drinks have me heated.
You didn't even need to wear a wig.
You already have mermaid hair.
Hey.
There you go.
Thanks, babe.
Convention guys always want us.
No reason they shouldn't pay.
I'm happy to help you
make a few extra bucks
if you need it.
Hmm. I mean, I could use the money.
But I hardly know you.
Like, where are you from?
How long have you been in Vegas?
You ask a lot of questions.
Who are you?
(CHUCKLES)
I told you. Melanie.
Hmm. I'm from Miami
You want to know about me,
but you're lying about yourself.
You're right.
Okay?
My name is Mia Roland.
I'm Cliff Roland's sister.
Am I supposed to know who that is?
He told me you were dating.
- Okay, move.
- He-he called me.
He was in trouble, and then
he died in that car accident.
I just came to Vegas for answers.
He was my brother.
Please, Valerie.
- I have to know.
- All right.
We weren't dating,
we were set up.
What does that mean?
You were set up?
Like you set up other people?
I won't talk about it here.
Come to my place tomorrow night.
Cañada Towers, apartment 1751.
You have no idea what this means to me.
Thank you.
We got an issue.
(GUNSHOT)
FOLSOM: Okay, we have casings
from all of Dirk's
Remington rifles, boss.
Dirk's suicide note was right.
Netty didn't kill Warren.
The casings don't match, Which
means a casing from Dirk's rifle might.
FOLSOM: We would've
figured this out eventually,
but Netty's confession
put her rifle at the end of
the ballistics queue, so
there was a coincidence.
Yeah, just not the one we thought.
You know, I wasn't pulling rank earlier.
I value our friendship,
but I've worked hard to
get to where I am.
I know, and you deserve all of it
the promotion,
everything and I never want to
jeopardize that for you.
And you're right.
Things are different, and
we can't go back.
You know, and
and who'd want that? (MACHINE CHIRPS)
We have a match.
Dirk's rifle shot Warren.
Yep, but who pulled the trigger?
RAJAN: Okay, so, Warren's crime scene
is the missing link in this case.
It's just up here.
(GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE) God!
(FOLSOM LAUGHS) This can't be safe.
I miss the steam room.
Don't worry,
I know a great taxidermy guy.
He'll make sure you look handsome
- up on the wall.
- That's not funny.
Uh (GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE)
Okay, um, whoever shot
Warren also killed Dirk.
We're looking for something
that tells us who did it.
According to the time of death,
Warren was killed first.
Just walk me through what you found.
Okay, so, Warren's body
was found 43 meters south.
Um, the rifle casing was there,
and the shooter's prints
were here, here, everywhere.
Small boot prints, right?
Made by someone about Allie's weight.
And Kendall is small.
RAJAN: She'd have to be
a good shot to see Warren
behind the thicket.
Kendall's a hunter, too.
WILLOWS: So, footprints
were pretty much all you found?
Yeah, apart from that one thingy there.
FOLSOM: Yeah, we think it was made by
some sort of hunting equipment.
Cylindrical with an accompanying divot,
like a hilt or a grip.
This is a photo of the positive cast.
I know who shot Warren.
I'm the victim.
Why am I in here?
'Cause you killed Warren Lopez.
Don't be absurd.
Warren was shot deep into the woods.
It's quite a hike
getting up there, isn't it?
You need to stay hydrated,
especially in those altitudes.
You spotted Warren,
and in order to take your shot,
you had to put your mug down.
(LAUGHS): Please.
You think I killed Warren
because of some dinky holes in the mud?
ROBY: Allie, get that box.
We got you a little souvenir
from the woods.
Oh, yeah.
You really can't
go anywhere without it, huh?
These mugs are very popular.
I know, everybody's got five.
But you know what we did?
We tested all of yours.
This one had this exact soil
caked right here in the crevice.
You should really wash those
things more frequently.
ROBY: You killed your daughter's fiancé.
Who does that to their child?
But you know what? You weren't
even done there, were you?
You framed your cheating husband
for Warren's murder.
Two birds, one stone.
No, I-I-I didn't do that, okay?
I don't know who did,
but I didn't do that.
I want my lawyer.
You need to let me out of here.
- I did not do this.
- Deputy Clark.
What? Are you kidding me?
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
WILLOWS: This is hard, I know.
My father did some
awful things.
I know how it feels.
You don't have
the evidence to convict my mom.
You have what? Dirk's gun,
a cup imprint, some candies.
They didn't mention candy.
Your mom discovered
Warren was encouraging you to leave
to go to college, so she
killed him to make you stay.
But she was so sloppy about it,
she used Dirk's rifle to kill Warren.
It wasn't a matter of
if she'd be caught, but when.
So you covered for her.
You dosed Dirk's water bottle
with opioids.
You wrote the suicide note
in block letters
so that the handwriting
would be hard to match,
and then you slipped the note
into the steam room
before locking Dirk in.
And you made up that whole story about
loan sharks trying to
hurt you and your mother.
But you didn't anticipate
the note that you left
being ruined by moisture.
Had we seen the message sooner,
his death might have
been deemed suicide,
case would've been closed.
Ella, you didn't have to
kill Dirk for your mom.
I found out what she did. She
She just didn't want me to leave her.
She needs me.
I could fix it,
stay here, work with her.
This is my fault. It's all my fault.
Ella
children are never responsible
for their parents' mistakes.
I love my mom.
("LANDSLIDE" BY ROBYN SHERWELL PLAYS)
Took my love, took it down ♪
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Climb the mountain and I turn around ♪
And I saw my reflection
in the snow-covered hills ♪
Till the landslide brought me down ♪
Oh, mirror in the sky ♪
What is love? ♪
Ella, what did you do?
Rise above? ♪
Oh
Can I sail ♪
It's okay.
We'll always be together, baby.
Always.
The seasons of my life ♪
ROBY: There is such a thing as
too much togetherness, huh?
Mm. ♪
CHAVEZ: I did it, Max. I got her to talk.
Valerie wasn't Cliff's girlfriend.
She says they were set up.
Set up? What does that mean?
I'll find out when
I meet up with Valerie
- at her place.
- At her place?
That sounds a little risky.
No, I've been here before, Max.
I've I've got a handle on it.
Plus, it'll give me
a chance to grab some
- useable DNA.
- All right, Serena.
I'll bring my weapon.
You two will have a report
on your desk in the morning.
Robot justice.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Netty, this belongs to you.
It was just a matter of
the wrong place at the right time.
One hell of a "coinkydink," huh?
(CHUCKLES) You sure can say so. Yeah.
Thank you.
WILLOWS: You're welcome.
Now, still don't know
if I believe in coincidence, but, uh,
it's growing on me.
See you tomorrow, partner.
It's your day, right?
- Four sugars. Got it.
- That's it.
Lindsay, it's Mom.
Just wanted to say I love you
and I'm proud of you.
That's all.
Valerie?
You inside?
I'm coming in, okay?
(LINE RINGS) DISPATCHER: LVPD.
This is Detective
Serena Chavez, badge 6375.
This is a Code 3.
I need black-and-whites
and CSIs rolling on Cañada Towers.
I'm looking at a 4-2-7.
We have a kidnapping here.