01x10 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered

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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

MANAGER: My file says
it's rented to a Mr. Hodges.

ROBY: It's like his own little lab.

SIDLE: Our life's work is on the line.

BRASS: Someone stole your stuff
and is using it to frame you?

GRISSOM: Anson Wix.

SIDLE: He was calling all the sh*ts.

I'm Martin Kline.

SIDLE: Wix k*lled Kline
to keep him from flipping.

CROSS: You're talking about
a really involved conspiracy.

GRISSOM: They finally made a mistake.

ROBY: What are you
leaving out, Guillermo?

GUILLERMO: Wix wanted
that old blind cop iced.

SIDLE: This was our last sh*t.

GRISSOM: It's not over yet.

SHAPIRO: Mr. Hodges is on the run

and a fugitive.

Gil!

The LVPD spokesman I talked to

said the manhunt for David Hodges

is the department's top priority.

That expl*sive confession posted online,

the admission that he
tampered with evidence

in hundreds of cases,

has infuriated the law
enforcement community

and many others.

Hodges didn't run.

He was taken.

You sound pretty sure.

GRISSOM: We found

Velcro and canvas
from his ankle monitor.

Blood's not Hodges', though.

This is O negative.

- Same as Guillermo.
- PARK: I-I'm sorry,

I'm, like, way behind.

We think these might have been
used to cut out the tongue

of a drug dealer named Guillermo Chaves.

SIDLE: He had been talking to us.

Wix has cartel clients

- that will do his dirty work.
- RAJAN: Like kidnapping Hodges

and forcing him to confess.

And they left that, why, as a gift?

I mean, cartels don't have
a minimum IQ for membership.

There aren't any prints, though.

This is Wix putting
his thumb in our eye.

These do not prove that
Hodges' confession was fake.

No. These words are
gonna speak a lot louder

than a tenuous link to a drug m*rder.

RAJAN: Do you think he's still...

alive?

Let's not speculate.

Let's search every inch,
and then we find him.

♪ ♪

WYATT: How should I know

what to do about
a broken needle on a GC/MS?

- I don't even know what a GC/MS is.
- ROBY: It doesn't just pop in.

You got to screw it in
before you calibrate.

It doesn't just pop in.

You have to screw it in
before you calibrate.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're suspended.
Your status hasn't changed.

Everything's changed.

- David Hodges...
- David Hodges

threw us all under the bus.

- Then he hopped aboard and left town.
- No.

He was kidnapped.

And he was forced

to make that false confession.

- This was Anson Wix.
- Here we go.

You have no evidence for these claims.

He framed Hodges.

I've heard all this. And you know what,

if you're right, it worked.

Why double down?

He was gonna get his guilty verdict

and roll into the civil trial
loaded for bear.

Hodges was offered

a limited plea deal that
would have cut the legs

right from under Anson Wix's
class action suit.

He would have gotten peanuts.

There was a settlement
conference two days ago.

The A.G. was rattling sabers.

They told him.

That Hodges might take the deal.

If I'm right,

David Hodges may very well be dead.

If I'm wrong and he's guilty,

then he's got a big ole
head start either way.

Not good.

It's crunch time, Cade.

Whoever's running this,
if they don't find him,

their head's gonna roll.

You want it to be mine or yours?

I am not going to reinstate you, Max.

I'll grant you temporary
emergency access,

on this one case, in a limited capacity.

Call it what you want, I
only need one thing from you.

What's that?

I need you to get out of my chair.

GRISSOM: That ankle monitor can't be

the only thing Hodges left in here.

There is no blood.

Not a single thing here says that

he didn't leave on his own power.

This is curious.

(GRUNTS)

Could be a couple of David's hairs.

Some kind of dusty smudge.

SIDLE: Did he leave a clue for us?

(BLIPPING)

MAN: Let's go.

No, no... no!

SIDLE: That's inverted.

So... T-I-N?

"Tin"?

Some kind of code or a message?

Maybe he didn't get to finish his note.

Tiny? Hey, Tiny?

Está aquí.

He put up a fight?

He tried.

You two should take a trip.

♪ ♪

Hey, David.

- David?
- Hmm?

- (GRUNTING)
- No, no, no! (SHUSHING)

Relax, relax.

It's okay, here you go.

Okay, this is fresh.

See?

There you go.

- Mmm.
- There you go.

Easy, easy.

Okay.

It's okay.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want?

(CHUCKLES)

I just want to make sure you're okay.

In case I need you later.

Anson, they're gonna find you.

No.

Your criminal trial moves to
summary judgment tomorrow.

And the civil phase will begin Friday.

And so if I need

a little extra sauce from you,

then I'll be back.

- No one is gonna believe that I...
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- ... that...
- David?

In the absence of evidence,

people can believe a
lot of things, okay?

Hey, it's not just about money, either.

You know?

Do you know how many times
that I have done my job,

and it just didn't matter
because of a little tiny piece

of evidence?

Not this time.

This time, the best story wins.

Anson, you're not a k*ller.

(SNIFFLES)

Here... there you go.

There's enough for a couple days there.

And, uh...

... if I don't see you
again, I am truly sorry.

You're gonna leave me here to die?

I am going to make sure

that you have a, um...

proper burial.

No...

no.

- Bye.
- No!

Help! Help! Help!

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

This case is about justice.

About what that word
means in Clark County,

and how we find it.

The story of David Hodges

has a lesson for all of us.

If your eyes are always
looking down a microscope...

... sometimes you miss
the bigger picture.

Dr. Roby.

What a pleasant surprise.

I thought you were kind of...

fired.

No, I'm back.

- On double-secret probation.
- Yeah.

It's a long story. It has to do with...

that guy.

We think he's responsible for
David Hodges' disappearance.

We think Anson Wix is
behind a lot of things.

And he's the reason
that heart stopped, too.

I'm sorry, you're saying this man...

Guillermo Chaves...

... his m*rder is
somehow connected to...

Guillermo knew some of Wix's secrets.

Guess that...

explains...

the missing tongue.

Someone was worried
he was going to talk.

Yeah, to me. That's why he's here.

If we find the people who k*lled
him, we might find Hodges, too.

Have you determined cause?

Yes. It was this.

A nine millimeter in his left ventricle.

Still in pretty good shape.

I'll take it down to ballistics.

Ligature marks on his wrists.

Mr. Chaves appears to have been
bound before he was ex*cuted.

There's some, uh, ink here, too.

- Under the skin.
- RAMIREZ: Curious, right?

I thought he used a pen
to try to escape his bindings.

Way too much ink for a Bic.

Little tears in the skin.

Could these have been made
by a fountain pen?

(GRUNTING)

Pretty classy writing implement
for a drug dealer.

Did we find Guillermo's tongue?

It wasn't on his admission form. Why?

There's something in his throat.

I think you might be right.

Anyone know what this is?

Well, I guess you've never been tied up

and thrown in the trunk of a car before.

It's part of the trunk release handle.

(GRUNTING)

I bet Guillermo was trying to get away.

Want to guess what kind of car
this bad boy came from?

Or I could just tell you.

It came from an old Chrysler.

Pretty sure an ' LeBaron.

Wait, how did you determine
that year and model so quickly?

I started with the vehicles registered

to Guillermo's known associates.

And this guy's car has

the exact same trunk release.

Say hello to Alfredo Rincon.

ROBY: I know this guy...
he was one of the fellas I was

tailing all over Spring
Valley last week.

He goes by Tiny?

My man's six-five, .

I guess that aka must be

some of that famous
Cartel de Sinaloa humor.

ROBY: Mm.

RAJAN: Hey, boss.

- Yeah.
- I've got something for you.

The g*n that k*lled Guillermo
has been used before.

I am guessing that David Hodges

overheard one of his kidnappers

call Mr. Rincon

by his nickname Tiny.

So this must have been what
Hodges was trying to tell us

when he left this message.

LVPD is knocking on doors,

looking for Mr. Rincon and Manuel Garza.

SIDLE: You found something new on Garza?

Actually something old.

The slug we pulled out of Guillermo

was a ballistics match
to a cold case.

And the victim's name was Trina Sud.

And Garza was a suspect in that m*rder?

More like the only suspect. They
didn't have enough to charge.

And I can't say %
if Garza k*lled Guillermo.

- We're close.
- So this is who took Hodges.

Looks like it.

The ink in Guillermo's wrists...
thin-layer chromatography

says it's Diplomat Royal Blue.

From a fountain pen.

SIDLE: You see?

It's always in his front pocket.

It kind of makes me nervous.

This is why they invented
pocket protectors.

That pen is a Parker, they only
take a few kinds of cartridges.

The Diplomat Royal Blue ink
in Guillermo's

wrists must have come from Wix's pen.

Or somebody else is using the same ink.

That's what Wix'll say.

Well, then we need his pen...
if Guillermo's DNA is on it,

then Wix'll have a hard
time explaining that away.

- Maybe I can borrow it.
- Hey.

They found Tiny Rincon.

What's that orange stuff?
You putting that on my shoe?

No, Mr. Tiny, it was there.

I'm just taking it off your shoe.

Be nice to know
where you've been lately.

ROBY: Unless you want to tell
us where David Hodges is.

I don't know no David Hodges.

I seen him on the news, that's it.

- What about Manuel Garza?
- (SCOFFS)

We want him for m*rder.
He's your buddy, right?

I don't know any Manuel...

Come on, Tiny.

My name's Alfredo.

I don't know any Tiny.

Do you not remember, like,
two hours ago when we found you

at your mother's apartment?
Even she called you Tiny.

Well, yeah, yeah, sometimes.

You're negative for GSR.

So...

maybe you were just an accomplice.

You and Garza silenced Guillermo

and then you made David Hodges talk.

We know

David Hodges was in that room.

And this little note that he started

makes me think that
you were in there, too.

Hmm.

Never been there.

- (SCOFFS)
- Then why's your name on the floor?

People go missing in this town

all the time.

Maybe your friend just...

checked in someplace and then...

checked out.

FOLSOM: What-what is
that supposed to mean?

- Where's your car?
- Hmm, no sé.

Is that because maybe
you left something interesting

in the trunk, a little blood?

Some zip ties, a pen maybe?

Or is your forgetfulness

because you shoved that
down Guillermo's throat?

TINY: That's it?

Your friend drew a word in the dirt.

And some other dude swallowed a knob?

Like you think would be on my old car?

That's not enough to charge me.

- Your "old car".
- Mm.

It broke down too much, so I had to...

get rid of it.

I guess I got to Uber out of here.

I can, uh, go, right?

SIDLE: We got to find that car.

All right, Danny, right
through here, bring her in.

I think there must be
some kind of mistake.

That's not a Chrysler LeBaron.

Oh, it is.

I mean, was, yeah.

Belonged to Alfredo Rincon.

There, see?

- So when he said he got rid of it?
- RAJAN: He junked it.

Is there really a whole car in there?

Dude out there said they
just baled it this morning.

If it ain't what you wanted,

- you want me to take it back?
- No, no, no.

We'll take it, thanks.

Not ideal, but if there's any evidence

that Wix was involved
in Guillermo's m*rder...

It's still in there somewhere.

So I got the hearing
on my ex parte motion moved up.

Yeah, so tomorrow should be a slam dunk.

And the...

And I'm gonna call you back.

Bye.

What are you doing here?

I'm about to solve this crossword.

I got one left... down.

And I'm out of ink.

Do me a favor, can I borrow your pen?

Take two seconds.

Nine letters, Latin legal term.

"De minimus".

- "Of the smallest things".
- "Smallest things".

That's what your life
has been all about, right?

Yeah, well, you know, they add up.

Not this time.

I just wanted to tell you that

if David Hodges doesn't return
to the land of the living,

I'm gonna send you to prison,
one way or another.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

Be careful, Dr. Grissom, I know people.

Moment of truth.

PARK: This orange business you found

on Wix's bag, it's the same
stuff that was on Tiny's shoes?

Ethyl acetate, limonene, and
about a dozen other synthetics.

Put 'em together, and you get
an industrial fragrance.

"Industrial fragrance" sounds nasty.

Perfume for buildings.
Casinos use them to mask

the smell of nicotine and other things.

They never heard of Febreze?

Casinos control all five of your senses.

Every sound from a slot
machine is in B minor.

Busy carpet patterns keep your eyes

up on the blinking lights.

You don't hold onto cash,
you toss away chips

that feel like toys.

The drinks are free if you're playing.

Even the air has
its own signature scent.

You're not having a good time;
a good time

is being injected into
your central nervous system.

GRISSOM: The guests are
injecting themselves

into a central nervous system.

The biggest brains in Las Vegas
don't go to the casinos,

Chris, they are the casinos.

This stuff doesn't just drip on you.

Wix and Rincon must've
been stained at the source.

A big HVAC system.

What was it Rincon said?

"Maybe your friend checked in someplace

and then checked out"?

Think they took Hodges to a hotel?

Only , guest rooms in Las Vegas.

We've really narrowed it down.

No, no, but we will.
These are designer fragrances.

And this one must've been designed

for someplace in particular.

Where do we even start?

It's like the Zen monk said.

To begin...

begin.

Mr. Wix, we're coming for you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Yo, pyro, need some caffeine?

No, I'm good.

I was just thinking back a few months.

Your pawnshop case.

- The Salvador Dali g*n blob.
- Yeah.

When Mark asked me to move in with him.

Right.

I had this impulse then to toss his key

in with the rest of the metal
you were melting.

Hugo said that you're never
gonna talk to me

about Mark because
you're too professional.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna be more professional, too.

(RATTLING)

What's that?

It's the ashtray.

Huh.

Looks like someone with pink lipstick

was a guest in Tiny's car recently.

I wonder what she knows.

Oh, yeah.

It's a lighter... might be
able to grab a print off it.

- Maybe if you... ah...
- Uh-huh.

- And then...
- Yep.

- Nice. Huh.
- Okay.

Gotcha.

Tiffani Winters.

Tiffani with an "I".

You think that's
her original, given name?

Maybe her parents always
knew she was gonna be

an exotic dancer.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Two priors for solicitation.

At the Panther Den.

Guess I know where we're having lunch.

Hmm.

I really wish there was
a National Smells Database.

Any of the casinos willing to play ball?

No. So I had to go
straight to the source.

Turns out there are two companies

that make most of the industrial scents

in this town.

They gave you their formulas?

A whole bunch of top secret
designer fragrances

like the one you found,
but they're all patented.

So don't go posting them online
unless you want to get sued.

This message can self-destruct
for all I care as long

as we get what we need.

SIDLE: The trick to these
scents is their top notes.

The base notes are typically oils.

Not usually as distinct.

They evaporate, so we can't
expect a perfect match.

That one's pretty damn similar
to the one you found.

SIDLE: Hmm.

GRISSOM: The Mosaic Casino.

- How ironic.
- What?

They got my favorite roller coaster.

I haven't been on it in years.

MANAGER: Yeah, I mean,
if you're telling me that

that's the scent that we use,
I believe you, but...

we have rooms.

Yeah, and we are gonna
search every single one.

All right, gentlemen,
today's ex parte hearing is

to determine if the stay

on the David Hodges civil trial
should be lifted.

Mr. Wix, you have new evidence
to present the court?

Yes, Your Honor, a video.

I need to clear my conscience
and set the record straight.

I forced a guilty verdict
with a fake DNA test.

♪ Hood Mona Lisa,
break a... into pieces ♪

♪ Had to "X" some cheesy...
out my circle like a pizza ♪

♪ I'm way too exclusive, I don't
shop on Insta boutiques ♪

♪ All them little... clothes
only fit fake booties ♪

♪ Bad, bad, still talking cash... ♪

Tiffani?

Hi.

Excuse me.

Hey, Tiffani?

Could you maybe come down?

We need to talk.

♪ That's my trash,
you the maid, so you... ♪

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

I used to date Tiny.

- When?
- Uh, last week.

But whatever you're here about,

I don't know anything.

What about this guy?

- Manuel Garza.
- Oh, well, that's Manny.

He's friends with the club owners.

When was the last time you saw him?

- Five minutes.
- Well, he's here now?

♪ ♪

Dispatch, this is C- Folsom.

We need backup at Freilich now.

Hey, Allie, Allie.

Nothing here.

PARK: Floor five is clear.

Moving up to six.

Master key's not working on this door.

(GROANING)

Hey.

And that was just the beginning.

Since then, I created evidence

for more cases than I can even remember.

Considering what I just heard,

let's just say I'm dying to hear

why I shouldn't start
this trial immediately.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Tiny.

- RAJAN: Stop! I said stop!
- Let's get out of here.

Hodges is not on the third floor.

Move, move, go, split up.

RAJAN: I got Tiny!

(GRUNTING SOFTLY)

♪ ♪

Stop!

(g*nshots)

(GRUNTS)

Put it down! Tiny!
Put it down! Put it down!

Male. s.

- Anything?
- He's not here.

- He is not anywhere in this hotel.
- Damn it.

Even if we reject that possibility,

there is another bit of precedent

- you must consider.
- REESE: Mr. Tyner,

I appreciate it. That's enough.

The court finds ample
basis to lift the stay

on the David Hodges civil trial.

If he doesn't see fit
to appear, that's fine.

We've heard enough from him.

Next Monday, : a.m.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

- (COUGHING)
- Where is he, Manuel?

Where is he? Where's David Hodges?

Where are you keeping him?!

Manuel, tell me, where
are you keeping him?

- Please! Please.
- He's...

FOLSOM: Rincon had on
black pants and a maroon top.

He took off in a blue SUV.

I didn't get the make or model.

Allie.

Hey, Al.

You okay?

He was gonna tell me.

(SIGHS)

We should get back.

Come on.

You guys all right?

- We heard Wix's friend got away.
- RAJAN: Mm-hmm.

One of them didn't.

Back to square one.

We need something
that puts Wix in that car.

(WHIRRING)

♪ ♪

(GRUNTS)

- Nothing?
- Well,

some bad nothing, some good nothing.

This used to be part
of the trunk release.

You can see where it snapped off.

- If we find Tiny, maybe he'll...
- GRISSOM: Hey.

We got Wix's pen.

(EXHALES)

We still have to prove it.

♪ ♪

It's all preliminary,

but the blood on the clip
is gonna be Guillermo's.

Anything from Wix?

Maybe. Actually got
some white blood cells

on the barrel.

- From saliva?
- Probably, like...

- Mm-hmm.
- (COMPUTER CHIMES)

PENNY: Looks like the
sample's too degraded

to get a definitive ID.

ROBY: Yeah.

But it's not all bad news.

I'm confused. Did you find
Wix's DNA on this pen or not?

What we found is a salivary DNA profile

- for Huntington's disease.
- Meaning?

- Wix's sister, Anna, has Huntington's disease.
- Mm-hmm.

And less than . % of the population

is afflicted with it.

- You were right.
- Yeah.

But this isn't enough.

Yeah. I mean, it's
circumstantial, right?

Well, do you have anything else
we can do with the DNA?

It's not a perfect sample.
But even if it was,

his pen was in the trunk.

The cartel guys are his clients.

They probably borrowed his
pen. I mean, there's a bunch

of different ways they can spin that.

We do not have enough to convict him.

We do have enough to arrest him.

- Max...
- Hear me out. It is Friday night.

The press will not get wind of
this until sometime on Monday.

The man is suing the state of Nevada

on behalf of thousands of
wrongfully incarcerated people.

Do you know what kind
of risk we'd be taking?

How punitive this would look?

When you first put that badge on...

... you were not so worried
about how things look.

Let that be his weakness.

Hmm? Let's find out what is.

- What would you do?
- Haul him in.

Process him.

Crawl all over that man.

His life. His things.

And we'll find the truth.

Go get him.

(LOCK BUZZES)

Jacket and your shoes.

Enjoy this.

It's not going to end the way you want.

Right now, we just want
your jacket and your shoes.

SIDLE: Hands out.

♪ ♪

(WHIRS, BEEPS)

Where were you the night

that Guillermo Chaves was k*lled?

Are you aware

that Mr. Chaves had been
talking to law enforcement

about testifying against you?

GRISSOM: Do you want
to sign a confession?

I can loan you a pen.

We found yours in the trunk of a car.

The one Guillermo Chaves
tried to escape from.

SIDLE: We know it's yours.

And not just because you've been
on TV with it in your pocket.

I lost that pen.

Anyone could've found it, I guess.

Is this really what
you want to talk about?

No.

I want to talk about David Hodges.

So do I.

Where did he run off to, do you think?

You took him.

Well, show me the proof,
'cause I have an airtight case

against a criminal who just
confessed and went on the run.

(CHUCKLES): And I like my story
a lot better than yours.

There's that scent again.

The same chemical Grissom

swabbed off Wix's briefcase

- was present on his loafer.
- ROBY: That's a dead end.

- 'Cause Hodges wasn't at the Mosaic.
- None of this

is leading anywhere new.

Okay.

I found an interesting
chemical on your shoes

and your briefcase.

When was the last time
you were at the Mosaic?

WIX: I'll tell you what.
I think I've had enough

of this scintillating conversation.

There is no blood on my hands.

But then, you know that.

And I know that I can invoke
the Fifth Amendment.

So,

good luck following the evidence.

That chemical that was on
Wix's briefcase? It changed.

What? What do you mean?

In the time since your husband
ran his swab through Mass Spec

and just now,

these peaks dissipated.

The top notes evaporated.

- You reran it?
- I mean, it didn't match

the sample we got from his shoes, so...

- And people say I'm curious...
- I-I'm sorry.

- I'm not entirely sure how this helps.
- These chemicals

are changing. We thought
they were stable.

It might have started out
as something different.

Also, something Bryan told me.

All these casinos,

they steal from each other.

- Employees. Table games.
- Fragrances.

We need to find out
where this scent started.

You're the materials and
elemental analysis lady.

I think it's time for you
to play with some molecules.

It's beautiful, but it
looks a little unstable.

Well, they have to be.

Perfumes are designed
to release their top notes.

Like a lot of things, as they age...

They mellow?

Base notes are more standard.

Oils, mostly. It can be hard

to tell what was sitting
on top, but I don't think

that we're looking
at the Mosaic Casino's scent.

I think we're looking at
a rapidly aging knockoff.

So, Wix and his underling were
splashed with a chemical counterfeit?

From...

The Green Emerald.

That's been shuttered since COVID.

- It's empty.
- Let's hope not.

♪ ♪

(SLOT MACHINES CHIMING, JANGLING)

FOLSOM: This must be how they got in.

Door's been busted.

Hey, boss, this has got to be

the place. We got your orange
stuff by the HVAC unit in back.

David's been missing for hours.

This place has , rooms.
If he hasn't had any water...

We're gonna run out of time.
Got to get lucky.

We're in the wrong place for that.

'Cause the house always wins.

You were the manager here, yes?

- For five years before we closed.
- Where's your switchboard?

The nerve center, huh?

Guess it's time to use our senses.

In an emergency, you can call
every room at once, right?

Sure. Insurance requires that.

Do it. Now.

There.

SIDLE: Room . It's not ringing.

- Go. Go, go. Let's go. We're on it.
- On it.

David. David?

David.

- David?
- (GRUNTS)

He's alive.

Can you hear me?

- David!
- Open your eyes, David. Look at me.

- (GRUNTING WEAKLY)
- You're okay.

Yeah.

Took you long enough.

(CHUCKLES)

SIDLE: All right.

It's not just the innocent
men and women I represent

who have been wrongfully accused

by the Clark County Crime Lab.

It is myself.

- GUARD: Open seven.
- Last week, I myself

- was accused...
- (LOCK BUZZES)

Were you going somewhere?

What is this?

We just wanted to say thank you.

We took your advice.

Followed the evidence.

David Hodges says hello.

SIDLE: We don't know if you
plan on defending yourself,

but we thought we'd drop off
these charging documents.

You're facing kidnapping,
obstruction of justice,

extortion, attempted m*rder.

There-There's more,
but you get the idea.

I don't know what David Hodges
told you, but...

He told us everything.

Well,

I guess he'll get to tell
his story to the jury,

and I'll get to tell mine.

I got a story for you.

This con man lawyer

tries to lie and cheat
his way to fame and fortune

at the expense of good people

who spend their lives
trying to provide justice

for the innocent.

But, as fate would have it,

his fraud fails.

Truth prevails.

And he spends
the rest of his life in jail.

Your sister was right.

The best story wins.

See you in court.

("THE SEEKER" BY THE WHO PLAYING)

- GUARD: Close seven.
- (LOCK BUZZES)

♪ ♪

♪ I looked under chairs ♪

♪ I looked under tables ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to find the key ♪

♪ To million fables ♪

♪ They call me the seeker ♪

♪ I been searchin' low and high ♪

♪ I won't get to get what I'm after ♪

♪ Till the day I die ♪

♪ I asked Bobby Dylan ♪

♪ I asked The Beatles ♪

♪ I asked Timothy Leary ♪

♪ But he couldn't help me, either ♪

♪ They call me the seeker ♪

♪ I been searchin' low and high ♪

♪ I won't get to get what I'm after ♪

♪ Till the day I die ♪

♪ People tend to hate me ♪

♪ 'Cause I never smile ♪

♪ As I ransack their homes ♪

♪ They want to shake my hand ♪

♪ Focusing on nowhere ♪

♪ Investigating miles ♪

♪ I'm a seeker, I'm a
really desperate man. ♪

(BOTH SCREAMING)

NEWSWOMAN: As the yearlong
trial concludes with that verdict,

Anson Wix now awaits sentencing.

NEWSMAN: Tonight,
a third homicide victim

in as many nights has been
discovered downtown.

With no suspects yet identified,
some are asking,

is there a serial k*ller

- active in Las Vegas?
- (RATTLING)