01x03 - Under the Skin

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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Hodges worked every one

of the cases you saw
in that storage unit.

Everything in there

felt so staged.

Science'll tell us
if how things look

is how they really are.

Hodges didn't do this.

Does the evidence

get a say in this?

You think

someone stole your stuff

and is using it to frame you?

That's exactly what I think.

Our life's work is
on the line.

What kind of person kills a dog?

The kind that wants
to break into a house

without drawing attention.

What do we do now?

Follow the evidence.

Dr. Grissom,

I could persuade you
to come back to CSI?

♪ ♪

♪ Can't slow down ♪

♪ We run, run,
run this town... ♪

♪ Can't slow down ♪

♪ We run, run, run this town. ♪

Aah!

Mr. Folsom, Ms. Rajan,
all yours.

Hey, uh, have I got
these on backwards?

I wouldn't tell you
if they were.

Is this your first
floater, Allie?

You can take it.

Sandra's my boss.

We were meeting
for a run here, and I...

Oh, God.

Ms. Li, the two men you saw--
could you describe them?

I'm sorry, Detective.
I didn't see their faces.

The second guy--
the one in the hoodie--

he was wet.

I think he was in
the water with Sandra.

Running shoes,
yoga pants, head band.

Seems to confirm
her friend's story.

They were going
for a run.

No wallet or ID.

You thinking
mugging gone wrong?

I was. I'm not now.

That's one pricey right hand.

There's no wounds
on her legs or back.

Help me flip her?

Oh.

This woman was butchered.

You're up early.

First-day jitters?

Yeah.

Max.

Undersheriff.

Someone I'd like
you to meet.

Dr. Roby. Nora Cross.
A pleasure.

Ah.

Nora is with
Internal Affairs.

Ah.

I love this.

You were a point guard, right?

First player off the bench
your sophomore year.

Were you at Northwestern, too?

No, just been reading up on you.

Not what you really want
to hear from an IAB detective.

Just doing due
diligence on this lab.

The sheriff made me lead on
the David Hodges investigation.

I see you've been
reading up, too.

You don't miss much, do you?

The judge is
gonna slate

the David Hodges
trial quick.

I thought I'd make
the introduction

so you two could get
a schedule figured out.

Our lab, our specialists
are at your disposal.

That's appreciated,

but I still haven't decided
whether I'm gonna be

running my investigation
out of Vegas or Washoe County.

Hold on.

There's no need
to wave the white flag here.

Don't cut us out
of the investigation.

Big fat public rebuke is the
last thing this lab needs.

We can't have

even the appearance
of a cover-up.

I'm gonna interview a
few folks around here.

I'll let you know
what I decide.

Thanks for having me.

I miss old Hank.

Best dog I ever had.

Me too.

Looks like Brewski
was also a good dog.

He took a nice bite
out of whoever

broke into Hodges' garage.

I'll give him
the Canine Medal of Honor

if the blood on this tooth

tells us who framed Hodges.

Hope y'all are hustling.

A judge just set a trial
date for David Hodges.

Fast track.

You're kidding.

Mm-mmm.

Also, Internal
Affairs-- they might

take their ball
and run to Washoe.

Washoe County's seven hours
from Vegas. I prefer

my evidence under a microscope,
not on the back of a truck.

I couldn't agree
more, so if

you happen
to see an IAB detective

by the name of Nora Cross,
just head the other way.

Good. So now we get
to play hide-and-seek?

Well, this isn't gonna help.
There's not enough

DNA left on the dog's tooth
to run through CODIS.

There's only
2,000 base pairs here.

2,000's usually

not enough to make an ID,

but...

You can make

a prediction about phenotype
from a sample this small?

You're in my kitchen now.

Let's go deeper
in the DNA.

You're looking for

a male suspect,
and the telomere suggests

that he is not

a spring chicken.

Don't look at me.
I didn't do it.

Our man

looks to be

of South American descent.

You're off the hook.

A fatal stabbing
on Ogden Avenue

is under investigation
this morning.

Pioneering video
game designer Sandra King

was found dead.
She was 34...

If you ask me,
it's all been downhill

since Super Mario Brothers Two.

Our vic's kind of a big deal.

Okay, we have 13 s*ab wounds.

12 in her chest, and

one... in her throat.

Got to think two or three
would've gotten the job done.

Your guy thrust so hard,

some of the wounds almost
go right through her.

So, from the angles
on your diagram,

the blades would
have hit her ribs.

But I don't see any tool marks.

Because there aren't any.

So, what are you saying--

the knives weren't
made of metal?

Exactly.

Whatever
did this-- it was

a material softer than bone.

Such as?

Who knows? I could make
you a razor-sharp blade

out of a cardboard box.

Hmm.

I do have
a birthday coming up.

Sandra King wasn't the
only one to get sliced up.

She scratched one
of her attackers.

As a matter of fact...
If you don't mind.

Mm.

I thought you'd never ask.

Likely your suspect's
been marked.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, there's also this.

No clue what caused it.

Necklace got yanked?

Maybe.

Glad they left the
rest of her jewelry.

Fitness tracker'll tell us
a lot about her final hour.

Hugo,

turn that up.

Yeah.

I've just met
with Dr. Maxine Roby.

So, to the cowards

who m*rder*d Sandra King,
hear this.

Justice is coming.
It will be swift.

What do you have to say
to anyone disaffected

by the David Hodges scandal?

I say pay close attention
as to how this case is handled.

The Las Vegas Crime Lab
is second to none.

Well, no pressure.

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

I used to think
that Bryan

would end up doing
something like this.

You thought your son
would be fighting monsters

in outer space?

No. Like, designing
games like these.

Uh-huh.

Like Sandra King, right?

I mean, he was, like,
really into it.

He-he would, like, draw
his own characters,

and their castles, and...

He'll figure it out.

Hmm. My boy's
getting a C-minus

in pottery.

Yeah, I know.

Got the Wi-Fi password--
"WhosYourDaddy69."

And to think

the gaming industry used
to have a problem with sexism.

Sandra King's fitness tracker
says her heart rate

sh*t up like crazy
in the green room upstairs

four hours before
she was att*cked.

So if you're crime scene
investigators,

why aren't you
at the crime scene?

We got
evidence saying

that something happened
to your boss in this room

around 5:00 p.m.
yesterday.

Who was in the green room then?

Uh, well, we were
pretty scattered,

getting the tournament
stack set up.

Our boss might
have heard-- Ben--

but he's with Sandra's
parents now.

Does anyone else

have access to this room?

Dozens of people
from the company,

but we all loved her.

She was like

everyone's
older sister.

Sandra gave me my first job.

They were still working out
of Ben's garage back then.

Today was supposed
to be, like, a... a triumph.

Death Spiral just
hit four million downloads.

I will say,

a female creator
with that kind of success--

there are definitely
some haters.

I can imagine.

What was your favorite
video game growing up?

Uh... solitaire.

What? I liked to read.

That's no excuse.

Tight end, shortstop
and Zelda.

Hey, that abrasion
below her hairline?

Rip that off my neck,
my heart rate's spiking.

Somebody was raging.

Let's find out who.

Got your print here.

This is so stupid.

No, I could never k*ll anyone.

Is that why you
go by the name

Count Von BodyCount?

Oh, come on.

It's a screen name.

That's my brand.
I'm a pro.

I'm third all-time
in Death Spiral cash games.

Let's just say

Maybe it used to.

that it pays the bills.

Yo, my DMs are full
of people asking how I feel

about Sandra King patching
the w*apon upgrade glitch.

Answer: not surprised.

Leave it to some bitch coder

to fix a bug
that made her game better.

Wh...

Wasn't just one whiny rant,

Mr. BodyCount.
There were dozens.

Sandra was worried
about another Gamergate,

so she blocked your account.

I'd call that motive.

We know you confronted her.

Yeah, so we had words.

You violated our code
of conduct.

You got any idea how
much money you cost me?

I broke her badge
when I grabbed it,

but that's as far as it went.

I never saw her again.

So, no scratches
on your face.

You want to show us your arms?

Do I have to?

No.

You can go on
being the lead suspect

in a m*rder investigation.

Can I go now?

David said
it's not going great?

His lawyer doesn't think

the neighbor's dog getting
k*lled is all that suspicious.

Well, if we can link it
to your garage being robbed,

he'll feel different.

So Emma, tell me,
how did you and David meet?

Uh, he outbid me
in an eBay auction.

There was this Three's Company
boxed set, and...

Uh, don't laugh.

Sara?

Yeah.

Brewski's skull fracture
was irregular.

This could be our m*rder w*apon.

Let's get that back
to the lab, test it for DNA.

We might not be done here yet.

What's on the other
side of this door?

It's a spare bedroom.

It's gonna be a nursery,
but we need to paint it.

When you said the junk was
stolen out of your garage,

is there any chance that some
of that junk was stored in here?

I am so sorry.

It's got to be the
pregnancy brain.

I forgot. I brought
some boxes in

last month.

This is probably

the point of entry.

I can't say for sure.
He cleaned up.

Um, there should
be three of those.

I know the
frames are ugly,

but they were a gift
from David's mom.

You didn't see one of these
in the storage unit, did you?

You know, if he stole one,

it might not have been

for set dressing.
It could explain

how Hodges' prints
ended up there.

Latent fingerprint fabrication.

He rips the prints
and molds copies

to plant all over the place.

That's, like... diabolical.

Well, let's not make him out

to be a Bond villain just yet.

Criminals make lots of mistakes.

What is that?

Is that something?

I don't know,

but if you don't either,
that's a good sign.

Oh...

Pow!

The fountain water
had dried out.

I made it reappear...
as if by magic.

It's just

copper sulfate
and an oxidizing reagent.

You know, we're more likely
to find something

the k*ller shed
on his getaway route

than sloshing around
in that.

One of us can follow their path.

While the other one...

You saw those dumpsters
on our walk in, same as me.

We'll let fate decide
which one of us jumps in.

I'm gonna leave you
to your street magic.

But you owe me a drink.

Your terms are acceptable.

♪ I'm writing a book
on how to stay conscious ♪

♪ When you drown ♪

♪ And if the words float up
to the surface ♪

♪ I'll keep them down ♪

♪ This is the first time,
I know ♪

♪ I don't want the crown ♪

♪ You can take it now ♪

♪ Tell me how ♪

♪ It's better when the sun ♪

♪ Goes down ♪

♪ I will never escape ♪

♪ These doubts ♪

♪ I wasn't dead
when they found me ♪

♪ Watch as they pull me down. ♪

I'll take m*rder
w*apon Material

for $1,000.

These white knives are made

of something strong enough to
k*ll, but can't scrape bone.

What's polycarbonate
thermoplastic?

Those came from a 3D printer?

Yup.

I did recognize them.

They're replicas
of the knives

used by Happy Hartigan,

blue-skinned dude
in Sandra's video game.

She was k*lled by knives
used in her own game?

That's sick.

Now I'm just going
through ATM footage

on the k*ller's route.

Hey.

Sara, how's it going with
the, uh, animal cruelty case?

Found a smudge.

Got to love a good smudge.

Hey, come visit for a sec?

That's Nora Cross.
Thought you might want

to avoid the inquisition.

Thank you.

This is all so strange.

I-I can't imagine what
I might be thinking

if I was in your shoes.

Well, you've been in our shoes.

So has David Hodges.

I don't think anyone

who works here would risk
everything to cheat the system.

I just don't believe it.

I don't know the guy. Um,

maybe he did it

to look like a star.
Maybe he didn't.

A bleeding heart
and a doubting Thomas?

Sounds familiar.

Who's the guy with the knives?

Oh. We got one.

If you met Sandra,

you loved Sandra.

She, uh... she was selfless,

and she was kind.

She was driven and ambitious.

She was the b*ating
heart of this...

of this company,

which is, you know,
why it's so hard

to be here with...

Jimmy, can you...
can you bring that down?

Just a...

I wrap up,
you follow me over here.

I land, and I say, "Welcome

to your Death Spiral!"
Bam!

Sirens!

Yeah, great.
Thanks, Jimmy.

Ben Miller, you're under arrest
for the m*rder of Sandra King.

What? I...

That's ridiculous.
She... This...

She was my best friend.

Show me his arms.

What the hell's going on?

I don't know.

I don't know, man.

There are no abrasions.

She must have scratched
his accomplice.

Okay, who were
you working with?

This is crazy.
I-I'm innocent.

I didn't... I...

Move.

Kelly, can you call
my lawyer, please? Now?

The best part
of being out in the middle

of the Pacific
is those phones are worthless.

And my lab techs wouldn't have
anybody else to complain to.

Is the, uh, Hodges case
hurting morale?

Yeah. It ain't
a pizza party,

with all the IAB
floating around.

This thing could end badly.

But you know what?

I'd rather work than worry.

Canine m*rder w*apon.

Possible
epithelial transfers.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

We struck out twice.

The rock and the smudge--
0 for two.

Well, at least
mass spec came through.

Dimethicone
and magnesium sulfate.

That smudge was makeup.

It was a body concealer
for arms and legs.

It's possible our middle-aged,
South American man

is covering a skin condition.

I wonder how many men
know their way

around Sephora
and LVPD evidence vault?

That's a good place
to find a list of suspects.

That evidence in the storage
unit had to come from somewhere.

I'm not sure an unrelated animal
cruelty case justifies a trip

to the police warehouse.

Okay, I'll
think about it.

Hold on.

Oh, yeah.

I think a squirrel's been here.

You're so negative.

We might find something
in the fountain water

that could identify
Ben Miller's accomplice.

Be nice if Ben just told us
who he was working with.

Where's the fun
in a confession?

I think maybe your arms
are just getting weak.

♪ ♪

Got a contact lens.

Nice work. Hey.

Yeah.

See that guy over there--
your 9:00 o'clock?

I noticed him
when we got here.

He's been watching us.

K*llers do return

to crime scenes.

Hey.

Ed, um, I'd like to speak
to that guy over there.

Excuse me, sir.
Can we just have a word?

Allie!

Stop!

Sorry!

Don't!

Just stay where you are.

Hands.
Give me your hands.

What was that?
Why'd you run?

Those are
great questions for you.

Since when do you chase people,
you maniac?

Oh.

Well, I-I didn't
do nothing wrong.

Nobody's trying
to take you in.

We just want to talk about why

you were watching
the crime scene.

Oh,

well, I-I...
I live across the street.

I-I can't sleep
without that fountain.

Uh...

Were you there the night
of the m*rder, Mr. Benson?

Yeah, yeah.
Uh,

I was getting ready
to go to sleep,

and I-I... I saw
the whole thing.

There's no blood.

Wh-What happened?

What happened?

Uh, well, I tried

to help that lady
when that lunatic jumped her.

I mean, the dude
came out of nowhere.

Uh, the lady--
I mean, she-she punched him.

Bam. Just...

But dude was, uh, ice cold.

He had this look.

His face was, like, frozen.

He had his, uh--
I-I don't know--

must have been, uh, knives.

And he's stabbing her, and

he just kept stabbing her and...

Why did you run
from us, Mr. Benson?

I thought y'all would blame me.

I mean, I was there
when it happened.

Do you recognize this man?

That's the guy.

I saw him real good
when he got out of the fountain.

I thought he was chasing me
When I ran, and I ran right past

this other woman.

God, I'm so sorry.

Why? What are you
sorry about?

I-I didn't stop him.

I know he's off his meds, but...

He's not lying.

Some of those details were
never released to the press.

There's no scratches on him,
not one drop of blood,

and I highly doubt
that guy does much 3D printing.

I guess Miller could
have acted alone.

How many people does it take
to s*ab somebody?

Yeah, but Sandra scratched
somebody when she got att*cked.

If it's not Miller,
then who's in the ATM video?

No. Imposible.
Estoy en Las Vegas.

Comprendo.

Quatro punto
cinco ocho. Gracias.

The, uh, Ishmael
is getting evicted.

I have to find a new
home for the boat.

Maybe you shouldn't
have told them

about the termites
eating the boat dock.

Termites never sleep.

That can be a fun fact
or a sunken boatyard.

Are you okay?

You look a little tired.

No, no, I'm fine.

Just...

I'm gonna spend all night
calling Peruvian marinas.

Everyone
who's visited the evidence vault

within the last year.

Hope your guy's in there.

You went over there?
Thank you so much.

I didn't do it
for you.

Or for me.

If we're gonna restore
people's faith in what we do,

then we got to have the truth.

And I don't think
Washoe can get it.

Come on.

Hey, if anybody asks...

If they need a fall guy,

it's gonna be me.

Just go get this right.

See that? I think you're looking

at the face of
an innocent man.

Bloody knives, murderous
glint in his eyes.

Yeah, he looks like
a gentle soul.

Wait, you're serious?

There could be a reason
we got this look at him.

He might have
run past this ATM

and turned his head
on purpose.

And why would Miller do that?

I doubt he would, but

we don't think
this is Ben Miller.

Look what happens

when you run this through
chromaticity software.

380 nanometers.

Blue.

640 nanometers.

Light brown.

Now take another
look at Ben Miller.

He has brown eyes.

We found this brown contact lens
in the fountain

where Sandra King
was k*lled.

Found an eyewitness who said

Sandra punched the guy
in his right eye.

We think the k*ller

has blue eyes.

So, that explains
the eyes, but...

The real k*ller--

this man-- we think

he wore a 3D printed mask

of Miller's face,

got caught on tape
to frame him.

When's the last time
y'all been drug tested?

I'm serious. You want to see
something trippy? Look at this.

High-end 3D printers can make

almost anything.
Even faces.

We know the k*ller
had access to one.

He made the m*rder weapons.

And a mask would explain

why our eyewitness said

the k*ller's expression
never changed.

It would explain how we still
haven't matched the skin

under Sandra's nails.

All right.

Find me some proof.

No.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

Angle's still wrong.
Okay.

And I haven't gotten
a decent scratch in, either.

Okay, these...

these came from the fountain--
him on top of her--

but these two...

What if she punched him
before they hit the water?

If he stumbled?

I am so sorry.

Did I hurt you?

No.

You know what?
I think, uh...

I think your video game
would be Street Fighter.

Never heard of that either?

How many cricket
players do you know?

Okay. Uh,

say he did tumble back.

Mm-hmm.

Like this, though.

Stabbing down from here,
he'd hit her leg.

But that's not it. It...

Here.

Boom.

Okay.

That's what it was.
So I am losing blood.

I'm grabbing for
whatever's closest.

Uh-huh.

Left forearm.
That's where it'll be.

Yup.

Ben and I have spent years
developing Death Spiral.

It's our baby.

We actually came up
with a rough idea

on one of our 15-minute
coffee breaks,

and now it's become this.

It's been a wild journey,
and it's one

I can't imagine being on
without Ben.

You're still here?

Allie and I tried
some iterations on the att*ck.

Pretty sure this is where
Sandra scratched the k*ller.

It doesn't give us
a suspect, but...

I know where to look
when I find one.

Yeah.

Pulling a double?

I got this rule:

don't put innocent people
behind bars.

I'm not doing Hawaiian again.

Mmm. So...

I ripped my ACL
senior year.

I had to relearn
how to walk.

That was a real
education.

Now, what we have here
is a wire frame

of our k*ller's gait
from the ATM footage.

And we're comparing
his stride model to, what--

people walking around

at a company party?

I had Kelly Li

send me some footage.
The employees

sound like a good place
to start.

No two humans move the same way.

Anthropometric differences

in our feet, our hips,
even our toes.

It all adds up to locomotion
that is unique

as a fingerprint.

Okay, so

Ben Miller has got

a hitch in his giddyup.

Biomechanically speaking,
of course.

Okay.

♪ ♪

It's this one.

Meet the masked man:
Ron Kean.

I feel like I used to know
everyone in Las Vegas.

I don't know half the people

that passed through
the evidence vault last year.

♪ And the seasons
they go round and round ♪

♪ And the painted ponies
go up and down. ♪

You know, things change.

Yeah, well, it's impossible
to compare a phenotype

to a list of
strangers' names.

Well, maybe

you can get the new class
to help you

put some faces to the names.

This doesn't make any sense.

Well, there aren't a lot
of Peruvian marinas

in the middle of the Andes.

You know...

the guy that gave me these
coordinates was on a sat phone.

Maybe I just couldn't...

hear him quite right.

Hmm.

Bad news for former CSI
David Hodges

could be good news for 8,000
incarcerated men and women.

Today, Judge Warner ruled
all new-trial petitions

and wrongful imprisonment claims
will be rolled into one case.

The law firm
of Anson Wix and Associates

was appointed lead counsel.

I've never heard of them.

Wix said, "It's a simple

A trial with
this much press,

"question: should misconduct

and it goes to someone
I have never heard of.

"by law enforcement
ruin the lives of 8,000?

"Mr. Hodges is going
to have his day in court.

My clients will, too."

Are you serious?

Wouldn't be here
if we weren't.

The cops kept saying they had
a video of me, and I just...

I thought they
were lying.

They weren't.
The video exists.

It's just not the real you.

Does Ron Kean

have the technical expertise
to make a map of your face?

Ron knows more
about photorealistic rendering

than anyone I've ever met.
That's why

Sandra and I
hired him.

Okay, but 3D printing
takes time.

Would he have been able
to do it at work

without anyone noticing?

Yeah...

I mean, I guess.

We let him set his own hours
because he has to check in

on his mom.
She's older,

she lives in, um...
Red Rock.

But Ron-- uh, uh,
it makes no sense.

He never gets angry.

Even when things don't go
his way, he is just super chill.

Something not go his way
recently?

We had a contest

last month,
in-house.

Best employee idea--

their game got put
into development.

It came down to Kelly and Ron,
and she won.

How'd he take the rejection?

He said, uh,
"I believe in my game.

"I'm gonna keep working on it

until I can find a way
to get it made, somehow."

And somehow, here we are.

Don't let them
keep me locked up.

Please.

We need warrants.
One for Ron Kean's car,

another for his DNA
to check against the skin

under her nails.

Don't have evidence to compel.

We've got
that wireframe.

No judge has ever issued
a warrant on gait analysis.

The-the field's too new.

I mean, it-it rarely even
gets into tr...

I think I know where
there might be some DNA.

We don't even need a warrant.

Yeah, I just got to grab my
cue cards. I'll be right there.

Oh, and take another
look at the shard

before the second round starts.

Thanks.

Dr. Roby.

Mm.

What brings you back?

You know, I lost my wallet,

and I think I may have

left it in here.

Oh, there they are.

Opening remarks.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry I can't
stay and help you look,

but the second round's about
to start, and I'm hosting.

Yeah.
You're the big man.

You're next in line
at the company, hmm?

Oh, well,
there was no succession plan,

so we had to have a vote.

I mean, okay,

I mean, it was a lucky break.

Congratulations.

I worked very hard for it.

Mm.

Mr. Kean, would you mind
showing me your left forearm,

please?

Without a warrant?

Good luck with the search.

Hmm.

You want photos?
I've got photos.

Nevada's new system
has a kind of yearbook.

Your evidence vault visitors
will be here.

There's even an alum section.

Oh, that face.
I'm gonna need a copy.

I'll print you one.

What?

Excuse me.
May I?

Just the man

I was looking for.

I need a bug ID'd.

May I see the specimen?

Part of it. All I got is

his stinger.

Her sting.

The aculeus is
a female organ.

I think

you may have found one
of my favorite insects.

The kind that solves crimes.

You got it.

Apidae Apinae Anthophorini.

It's a digger bee.

The males dig
to find females for mating.

The young are raised
underground.

This is a rare find.
These bees

doesn't usually sting,

unless their ground nest
has been disturbed.

By someone burying something?

Well, if the nest
was full of larvae

in the brood chamber, yeah.

So our suspect's mother
lives in Red Rock Canyon.

If he went there
the morning after the m*rder

and happened
to disturb a ground nest...

...I want to know why.

"If I be waspish,

best beware my sting."

Found another nest.

Hasn't been touched, though.

Then why

do I want to hear about it? It's
too hot to yell about nothing.

Hey, I think I've got something.

I'm still amazed
Ron's mom let us search

without a warrant.

Says a lot about her
feelings for old Ronny boy.

Dead larvae, collapsed cells.
Something happened to this nest.

Looks like somebody
got at it with a shovel.

Those marks?

This dirt's been dug up

and packed back down again.

What is it?

He b*rned it.

Oh. Gave it the
full Darth Vader.

Thermoplastic polyurethane.

Same as the knives.

And power tools
and sporting goods.

TPUs are kind of in everything.

Circumstantial.

This won't be.

Salivary amylase here.

Then DNA is there, too.

Hey, Ron, what was the name
of your game gonna be?

Um, Shadow Blade Sorcerers.

Mm. I mean,
no wonder they passed.

Is this why I'm here?

No. This is.

Do you recognize this guy?

Yeah, of course.
That's Ben.

No, that's you with

a Ben Miller mask right after
you k*lled Sandra King.

That's...

I had nothing
to do with this.

Actually, you had everything
to do with it,

because we found
your crispy mask

that you buried
on your mom's property.

If Sandra's k*ller wore a mask,

then it could have been anyone.

Wrong again, because

the buccal epithelial cells

we found in the mask are yours.

Mama Kean's propane torch

didn't burn hot enough

to destroy the mask.

You couldn't turn it to ash,

so you buried it.

That was a mistake.

See, I thought
you were upset

because one of your bosses
had just been k*lled.

But the red eyes and runny nose
was just a reaction

to the digger bee venom.

Roll up your left sleeve, Ron.

This time you have to.

You're under arrest. You
have the right to remain...

"Your time's
coming, Ron."

"Next year, Ron."

Sandra and Ben strung me along
for years, and they picked her.

You k*lled one of your bosses
and framed the other one

'cause they picked Kelly Li's
game over yours?

They picked Kelly because
female coders get fawning press

no matter what crap
they put out.

And everybody
knows it.

Well, don't worry.

Your face'll be
on the front page soon enough.

Robert Gomez, silver fox.

Nice complexion.

I like him.

What? As a suspect, I hope.

Very funny.

Ten matches. I think
we're looking at our guy.

We just don't know
who he is yet. But we will.

Honey, uh,
I got a problem.

I thought
it would go away, but...

The coordinates of the marina.

It's not my hearing.

I couldn't focus on the map
to trace the longitude.

And it comes in waves.

That's how it feels--
like I never left the boat.

You're land sick?

It's called, uh,

Mal de Debarquement. French.

They say if it doesn't go away

in a few days,
sometimes it never does.

Well, there must be
something, right? I mean...

We'll figure it out, okay?

I'll never go away.

If you need to hold on to
something, hold on to me.

You see what your mom did?

Damn.