03x04 - Health and Wellness

[bunniefuu]

Previously on CSI: Vegas...

The most important chemistry in this lab

is between people. You
better keep an eye on 'em.

If we're gonna be partners,
you should know I-I don't

do well with long silences.

Don't let it fester.

Max says I lost my way.

If you never tell
your side of the story,

can you live with whatever happens?

I know it's this board's job
to judge my actions.

I almost took justice
into my own hands.

ZHAO: Mr. Folsom,

you are ultimately
under Dr. Roby's purview.

You will be suspended
for one month.

MAX:
When you return back to the lab,

it will be as a CSI Level I.

Don't make me regret it.

♪ ♪

[COUGHING]

Dude, no wire here.
Place has been stripped.

'Cause it's not here.

Come on, basement.

[CHORTLES]

Hey, check it out.

There's a backup generator down there.

That's a hundred pounds of copper wire.

Serious cash, bro! Oh, I
could kiss you right now.

No. All right. Come on. Let's show out.

Oh, wow.

- What?
- So you're just gonna...

Yeah, bro, you got to
let the people know.

- There we are.
- All right.

Yeah! [LAUGHS]

Hey, check it out, dude.

Nice. [EXCLAIMS]

[GRUNTS] [CLANG]

[GRUNTING, GROANING]

- I'm coming, I'm coming!
- Oh, God! [GROANING]

Oh, come on!

- Oh, God!
- Okay, okay, okay, don't move, don't move,

all right? Just let me...

Okay, I'm just gonna try to reach in...

- Don't touch it!
- Okay! All right.

- Call an ambulance!
- All right. Fine, fine.

Just give me one second.

[GROANING]

Damn. Is that guy dead?

Yeah, definitely.

[FINADO GROANS]

[SNEEZES]

- Gesundheit.
- Danke.

Coroner just got here.

[SNEEZES]

- You okay?
- Yeah, it's the dust upstairs.

It's not a problem. I'll be all right.

[SNEEZES]

Uh, maybe you should
work outside for a bit.

- I can cover.
- But we're a team.

Not gonna let a runny nose split us up.

Why be miserable?

Or risk contaminating the evidence?

[SNIFFLES]

I would never. [CHUCKLES]

Look, I-I'm here, let's do the job.

Fine. Just...

don't get snot on the body.

No.

No visible signs of rigor.

Looks fresh.

Yeah, there's not much blood.

No mess, no sign of struggle.

I mean, this is damn near
the prettiest cut-up corpse

I've ever seen.

Maybe like he's had practice?

This isn't his first time?

Oh, yeah, that wouldn't surprise me.

Oh, there's a, uh, dried liquid

over there.

I flagged it.

One sample coming up.

[SNEEZES]

[SIGHS] I'm fine. I'm fine.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey.

Glad to see the vest still fits.

Max busted me to a Level I,

so I'm here to report to my
supervisor and get my assignment.

Oh, come on.

That's the book and I'm playing by it.

Seriously?

Are you really Josh Folsom?

Allie.

Help me out here.

Okay.

LVPD's holding the guy

who called it in,
the other one's at the hospital.

They said they were
scavenging copper wire.

It's probably true
but we need to check them out.

You can process their car.
It's over there.

Yes, ma'am.

Glad to have you back, Josh.

[GURNEY RATTLING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Oh, hey.

Coroner already took the body.

Yeah, I saw. Where's Beau?

Oh, he's somewhere outside,
sneezing and wheezing.

Bad reaction to dust or something.

Finally got him to leave.

Wasn't easy. That man is part mule.

Really? I didn't think the two
species could interbreed.

[CHUCKLES]

Sorry.

What have you found?

Well, Beau sampled a mystery liquid

over there. This is dried blood.

Just checking if it's human.

And...

we have a winner.

Well, the blood is some distance

from the body.
Maybe it's from the k*ller?

Well, yeah, he was
doing a lot with a Kn*fe.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Oh, it's a text from my daughter.

I'll be right back.

I'll get the blood samples.

Elise. Throwing a little light

- on the situation.
- Yeah.

People keep tripping over stuff.

[SHORT CHUCKLE] There. That's better.

Thanks.

Beau wasn't joking about that dust.

Oof.

- Hey, Tom.
- Hey.

Hey, Lins. I got your text.
So, what's up?

OFFICER: Get away from the building!

FINADO: Catherine! Oh, my God.

OFFICER 2: Get back!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I think, I think. [GROANS]

- Where's Allie?
- She's in the basement.

- No.
- No, no, Josh. No.

- Allie!
- You can't go in there.

- It's not safe.
- Allie, you okay? Allie!

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

[BUILDING CREAKS]

[LINE RINGING]

FOLSOM: Allie.

- Josh.
- Are you okay?

I'm okay, but I'm trapped.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey.

You all right?

I'm fine. I scraped a knee.
My ears are ringing.

Okay, and where's Allie? How's Allie?

Folsom's somewhere
on the phone with her.

She's not hurt. She's just...
The way out is blocked.

She can't get out of the basement.

Okay, so what do we think happened?

I mean, like a booby trap or...

FINADO: Well, if it was,

the first person in would've set it off.

I'm not an arson investigator,

but my money says
it was a dust expl*si*n.

A dust expl*si*n?

Yeah, the-the ceiling tiles

in that room are treated cellulose.

We used to work with it at Dow.

It's basically compressed paper.

And when it dries and flakes,
the dust has a high Kst.

Just prone to expl*sive ignition.

Short circuit...
anything like that...

and it's a spark in a haystack.

Rapid combustion in
a confined space like that,

- kaboom.
- FOLSOM: I know. Yeah. Uh... [STAMMERS]

M-Max is here. Allie.

Hey, Allie.

- How you doing?
- It was noisy.

And there was a lot of shaking,
but I'm fine.

Any idea how I get out of here?

I talked to the city engineers

and they said that's the only way out.

They have to examine the site
to make sure it's safe

before they can go down there
to get you.

Okay, well, how long will that take?

Eight to 12 hours, honey.

Sorry, it sounded like
you said "eight to 12

- hours".
- I did.

[GROANS] You've got to be kidding me.

Well... can't I just move

some of the stuff
that's blocking the door myself?

The engineers said that is
one thing you should not do.

Take away the wrong thing

and you could bring
the whole ceiling down.

Just leave it to the pros, okay?

- Lovely.
- Hey, Allie, it's Catherine.

Um, there's a bottle of water
in the crime scene kit.

And there's, uh, granola bars.
The good kind.

- No raisins.
- And Joshua

is going to be here as long as you are.

We're coming for you, boo.
Just sit tight, okay?

I get it. Thanks.

Okay, what did you manage to
collect before the expl*si*n?

Not much.

The victim's body's
on the way to the morgue.

We did get one sample.
Some kind of dried liquid.

We work with that. You stay here.

- Stay in contact with her, okay?
- Okay.

Anything else I can do, let me know.

How 'bout you do what I ask?

That'd be a good start.

All right?

Hm.

[CLATTERING IN DISTANCE]

Morning.

Several people have told me
that Allie's trapped

in a basement. Is she all right?

She's stuck a while, but she'll be okay.

I'm very fond of Allie.

I don't like the idea
of her being in distress.

You and me both.

What do we got?

The thing that catches the eye

besides the triangle cut in his chest

is there's very little blood
released in the wound area.

Catherine said there was
barely any blood at the scene.

Ergo, the cuts and excisions
were made postmortem.

k*lled first then cut. Cause of death?

Don't have one yet.

Some petechiae and visceral congestion.

Suggests asphyxiation.

Not conclusive.

I'm running a tox screen.

- Uh, do you mind?
- Be my guest.

Thank you. You said excisions.

Mm-hmm.

What was taken out besides the heart?

Thymus gland.

A thymus gland?

Mm-hmm.

Get out of here.

Seen a bunch of hearts stolen before,

but never a thymus.

Yeah, doesn't have the same
romantic connotation, does it?

Look at this.

The initial incision, classic Y.

The edges are neat. Even
the sternum is cleanly cut.

The person who did this might
be a medical professional

or at the very least, had some training.

- Or watched a bunch of YouTube videos.
- Eh.

What's that?

Something must've pressed
against him after he d*ed.

Post-mortem flesh takes an
impression better than living tissue.

It's almost patterning.

Can you take a cast of that
so we can see what it is?

Delivery in minutes
or your pizza is free.

Any word on when Allie gets out?

- They are working on it.
- But she's okay?

She's okay, and I'm gonna get a
sweatshirt that says that. Yes.

Ran the victim's prints, got an ID.

Name's Andre Luckett.

- He's a personal trainer from St. Louis.
- Mm-hmm.

Here for the Health and
Wellness convention at the Aurora.

Hawking some dietary supplements.

Life-changing, I'm sure. [CHUCKLES]

Checked in, went straight
to the convention floor.

He posted this to his socials
yesterday at 5:00.

Hey, g*ng. Andre here having
a good time down in Hall A.

Come on down 'cause I want
to talk to you

about the path to a healthier future.

Now, his family's been notified.

Doesn't look like he knew anybody
in town. It was his first time here.

That poor young man.

Okay. I want you to pull

all of yesterday's security video

from the area around his booth.

- That's gonna be a ton of video.
- Yes.

If that's where he spent his day,

it's possible he met our k*ller there.

You're sure Allie's okay?

I wouldn't be here if she weren't.

[RATTLING]

[WATCH CHIMES]

[PHONE RINGS]

RAJAN: Hey.

How's it going?

According to my smartwatch,
I have taken a grand total

of 30 steps today.

When is this gonna end?

Boy, that watch really
is your daddy, isn't it?

[SIGHS]

Something else on your mind?

I heard a noise.

For a moment, I thought there
was something down here with me.

Okay.

That, Josh, is your cue to say,

"No, Allie, there's nothing down there."

Could be rats.

Right, well, that's not helping.

Okay, I need to talk about something

that's not being in this basement.

That's what I'm here for.

You seemed stressed last night.

Was it hard coming back?

Oh.

Um...

Yeah.

I mean, I feel embarrassed.

Can't exactly walk onto the job

with, you know, Catherine and Beau

and act like nothing happened. I mean...

Look...

I really, really screwed up,

and everyone knows it.

Yeah, but they're glad to have you back.

Max say that?

Mm, Max has strong feelings,

but she wants you on the job.

Does Serena?

[SOFT CHUCKLE]

I can't speak for Serena.

Yeah, no. I...

Yeah, it's a mess. [CHUCKLES]

It's my fault.
It's my... it's my stupid fault.

Okay. I can't just sit here.

I have to do something.

You ever try yoga?

No, I hate yoga.

I'm laying down the grid
and I'm processing the scene.

Well, wait. Wait, wait.

Isn't it kind of dark down there?

I don't care.

I'll be in touch.
I have to save my phone charge.

Talk soon.

♪ ♪

GCMS says the mystery liquid contains

citric acid, maleic acid,

trans-aconitic acid, formic acid.

Phytoestrogens,
chloropropanols, amino acid.

Any idea what this adds up to?

I got nothing.

No signs of dr*gs or poisons.

Not a bodily fluid. I...

What is it?

Well, there's one way to find out.

We do some more tests.
We run it through the LCMS,

maybe we do a thin-layer chromatography.

Slow down, Hoss. We have data.

Collecting more is just gonna
give us a bigger pile

we don't understand.

Well, what do you want to do?

Well, let's bring in Max.

See what she thinks.
Get another pair of eyes.

I'm not ready to quit on this just yet.

Asking for help isn't quitting.

It's collaborating.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I know Allie says we're a team,

but, right now, this feels like
an old married couple,

and you don't want to admit that
we're lost and ask directions.

Because I know where I am.

I'm running the sample through the LCMS.

Fine.

But when we see a gas station,
we're pulling over.

[PHONE RINGS] Hey.

RAJAN: Guess who just

- earned her pay.
- What'd you find?

More dried blood, I think.

It looks a lot older the blood
that Catherine and Beau found.

How do you know? Is it trying to

show you pictures of its grandchildren?

It's black and streaked.

Looks like something
was dragged through it.

There's luminol,
but no spray bottle to apply it.

What were you thinking, Beau?

Uh, just cone it. We'll-we'll
test it when we get down there.

No. I'm not gonna wait.

Yeah, it's definitely blood.

And there's more.

Allie?

What's going on?

Hang on a minute.

Looks like something was dragged
across the floor.

The boss ordered a cast of an impression

on the victim's lower chest.

Definitely captures the markings

inside the impression on the body.

Can't tell what they are.

Also, uh, tox screen came in.

The victim had alcohol
and gamma-hydroxybutyrate

- in his system.
- GHB.

Date r*pe drug. Didn't k*ll him,

but the dosage along with the alcohol

could've rendered him unconscious.

For the record, there's
no evidence of sexual as*ault.

Guess that's the good news.

- Anything on cause of death?
- I'm afraid not.

There's still suggestions
of asphyxiation,

but the hyoid bone is intact

and there's no bruising
around the neck or face, so...

Okay, thanks.

[PHONE BUZZES]

[PHONES RINGS]

Hey, Allie.

Uh, what's up?

Hey, yourself. I've been
looking around down here.

Guess what I found?

Is that another victim?

No, actually.

It's two more victims.

RAJAN: Obviously, I can't
tell if any organs were taken,

but both victims
have had their chests cut.

Both sternums were cut open?

Very much so.

Sounds like our guy.

There's moisture in here

and some mold, I think.
I'm gonna check the islands.

Islands? Yeah, decomposition islands.

Like when a body
starts to liquefy,

organic material
collects underneath it.

It's food, so stuff
starts to sprout up.

Huh.

But...

this island's bigger

and the fungal growth is
a lot taller than the other one.

It's definitely been here
longer. Maybe two years.

So, once a year, somebody
takes people to the basement,

kills them and then removes
their heart and thymus?

Got to have a hobby, right?

Could it be for organ harvesting...

taking the organs for transplant?

ROBY: Maybe. Hudson did say that

the cuts were neat, almost surgical.

Allie, what's that in the corner?

Is that a sawhorse?

Yeah.

That's odd.

Doesn't really fit
with the other stuff in here.

Shall I check for prints?

No. You've done enough.
We'll-we'll process it

when we get down there.
Allie, take a rest.

- Allie?
- I'll see you soon. I hope.

SO, you got an idea about that sawhorse?

I might, but I need to check it out

in reconstruction room.

No, I need to get to the lab.

I'm waiting for test results
from the FITR.

Something going on between you two?

Nothing you need
to know about, but can I

borrow you for five minutes?

Hudson said the cause of death
might be asphyxiation

but he can't find the
evidence to back it up.

And you can?

Maybe. [CLEARS THROAT] This sawhorse

is made of wood, like the one
in the basement. You can see

the grain of wood
in the top of the beam.

I think this pattern
is the grain of wood

from the top beam of the
sawhorse in the basement.

So you think that the victim was pressed

against the top of the sawhorse.

How did that k*ll him?

I'm thinking positional asphyxiation.

- Heard of it. Never seen it.
- Yeah, it's rare.

I worked a case years ago.

Rancher got tangled in barbed wire.

It just folded him over.

He was alone, no one to cut him loose.

He d*ed, like, in ten minutes.

It took us forever
to figure that one out.

So, that situation's
completely different.

What's your theory here?

When you inhale, your rib cage rises,

- your diaphragm drops
- Mm-hmm.

And your lungs fill with air.

But if you're bent over double
with your head around your knees

and the top of a sawhorse
poking into your diaphragm,

none of those processes can happen.

Eight or nine minutes of that,

you're dead.

But there are no ligature marks.

He was not tied down.
What held him there?

Maybe nothing.

Hudson said Luckett had GHB
and alcohol in his system.

He would have been out cold.

k*ller just had to
get him over the sawhorse,

stand back and watch.

It's quiet, almost gentle.

And if he's trying to harvest organs,

it'd be a good way
to keep 'em from being damaged.

- There is the dr*gs in his system.
- No, no, no.

GHB processes very quickly.

I don't think there's an issue there.

Still feels weird, don't you think?

Mm-hmm.

Bad weird.

- Hey.
- ROBY: Yeah.

- I need you.
- Yeah.

We're going through footage
of Luckett at the convention.

- Found any suspects?
- No, but we did learn

Luckett stayed on the
convention floor for seven hours

without going to the bathroom.

Man had a bladder
the size of Lake Powell.

Now, I wanted to get a jump

on ID'ing the two John Does Allie found,

so I asked LVPD
for open missing person cases.

- There are a lot.
- Yup.

Las Vegas is the missing
persons capital of America.

Yes, but two are connected

to the Health and Wellness convention.

Both are young men who came
to the convention alone

and disappeared after
their first day... one last year,

one the year before that.

I don't think we're looking
at just a convention. I think...

we're looking at somebody's
hunting ground.

Keep going.

Our guy's there.

FOLSOM: Can you please let me
know as soon as they tell you anything?

- Absolutely.
- Thanks.

[PHONE RINGS] Hey.

- What's the word?
- Uh, there isn't one.

They're still checking the structure.

Damn it. I've already done the grid.

My phone battery's at six percent.

It would really help

to know how much longer
I'm gonna be down here.

Four hours and 11 minutes.

[SIGHS]

Is a guess...

in case a really specific number
helps somehow.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Why?

Maybe there's more bodies.

[SIGHS] At least I'll get some steps in.

The watch will be answered.

Check in every...
every 15 minutes or so?

I'll text. Need to save battery.

Okay. Watch out for those big rats.

Yeah. Thank you.

[SIGHS]

Hey. You asked for me?

- Uh, no.
- That was me.

Saw a gas station.

It's time to pull over.

Somebody want to fill me in?

Uh, we... I-I...

I've been doing tests
on the dried substance

we collected from the basement.

I just...
I-I still don't know what it is.

We've identified the
elements it contains...

More than once.

We just haven't figured out
how it all adds up.

- You-you want me to take a look?
- Yes.

Please.

Okay, citric acid.

Chloropropanol, amino acid.
Could be DNA.

No, I thought of that, but it doesn't...

it doesn't fit the other elements.

It thought it was contamination.

Only one way to find out, right?

Okay, well, it is DNA,

but nobody contaminated your sample.

How do you know that?

Because it's not human.

What is it?

- It's fish. Mm-hmm.
- WILLOWS: Fish DNA.

That wouldn't have been
my first guess or hundredth.

The closest match is...

bonito.

What does that mean?

Okay, let me see that
list of elements again.

It's bonito.

That's dashi, citric acid.

Could be any citrus fruit.

These organophosphates

look like rice wine vin...

rice wine vinegar.

I think it's ponzu.

- Ponzu sauce?
- Yeah.

The Japanese condiment.
They use it on sushi.

It's citric acid, soy sauce,
bonito flakes, other stuff.

What, so our k*ller brought
some salmon roll with him?

- I can't see that.
- WILLOWS: No, but

if he had,

it wouldn't have been
the only raw meal available.

Thymus gland is sweetbreads.

It's pretty tasty.
So is heart, actually.

So... so, maybe this guy
wasn't hunting for sport.

He was hunting to eat.

[CLATTERING] [GASPS]

Oh, you little bugger.

[PHONE CHIMES]

[SIGHS]

Whoa.

[LINE RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Okay, how soon can you get down there?

The engineers said it won't be long.

She said her battery's low.

- Maybe her phone d*ed.
- The call

would have gone straight
to voice mail. It didn't.

Okay, so tell the engineers to hurry up.

I'm gonna get LVPD out there. And

Josh, do not go in there without them.

Max, that place blew up before
anybody could do a proper search.

Who knows what's down there?

- Don't-don't move.
- Okay.

Don't get up.

I won't. I promise.

My-my name's Allie.

What's yours?

No, we're not gonna do that.

You don't have to point the g*n at me.

Everything's all right.

No, it's not all right.

I watched you.

You're very observant, you're very, um,

um, uh, diligent

in your investigation.

We both know what I've been doing.

There are people. They're gonna
be down here any minute.

They'll be looking for me.

If you just give me that g*n,

I will tell them that you helped me

and everything will be
so much better for you.

Really.

You don't know anything. Get up.

You see that?

That's my way out.

It's-it's pretty small.

That's what you're for.

You're gonna make it bigger.

I'd do it, but, um,

I can't. My hand.

Get started.

One more time, we should be there.

- I think we got him.
- Tell me.

- WILLOWS: Quite the outfit.
- Oh, yeah.

Casper the COVID Ghost keeps
showing up at Luckett's booth.

He leaves, comes back, does it again,

talks to Luckett three, four times.

- He can't stay away.
- He's grooming him.

At some point,
it's, "Let's get a drink."

FINADO: Did you get a look at his face?

No. We can't ID him.

Wait a minute. Run that back.

FINADO: Oh.

- He's limping.
- Yeah.

But I don't think it's from an injury.

You see that shaking hand?

It's on the same side as his limp.

I think this guy's got some kind
of neuromuscular issue.

That man is sick.

- Boo-hoo. So?
- So,

it just might help us find him.

Hudson, let's talk about cannibals.

Nothing would please me more.

Uh, intellectually, I mean.

There was a tribe that practiced
cannibalism and got sick, right?

In New Guinea. They practiced
a mortuary cannibalism.

Family members would
consume a small piece

of the dead relative's flesh
as a funeral rite,

and some would contract
a disease known as kuru.

Uh, it's a type of prion-induced

transmissible spongiform encephalopathy.

Try that again.

It's a variant of
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

Like mad cow. It destroys nerve tissue.

Incurable, inevitably fatal.

And some of the symptoms include
palsy and altered gait, right?

Mm-hmm.

Could this guy have kuru?

Mm, possibly, or Parkinson's
or something else.

There's no way to know for sure.

How could you know for sure?

Kuru is usually diagnosed postmortem

with brain or nerve tissue.

There is a blood test
for prions, but it's new.

Uh, you don't happen to have
a sample of the man's blood?

I might.

I did an OBTI-Hexagon
at the scene.

I still have the sample.

Let's try it.

["DESTROY ALL HUMANS"
BY DEADLY AVENGER PLAYING]

[COUGHING]

My hands are cramping.

I need a break.

Over there.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

Congratulations.

Yeah.

There are prions in the sample.

The k*ller is indeed a cannibal.

Congratulations?

Does that mean he got the
disease from one of the three victims?

Almost certainly not.

Uh, kuru takes many
years to develop. It's rare.

The odds of contracting it
from just two or three...

meals... nonexistent.

So he's been doing this for years.

But how? He hasn't been on our radar.

HUDSON: He could have gotten started

like the tribe: with people

- who were already dead.
- Tell you what.

If I were a cannibal in training,

I'd want your job.
It's like a buffet down there.

Coroner's office, yes.
Or a funeral home.

That explains the skillful
Kn*fe work on the corpse.

He would have worked with a lot of them.

So he's been going along,
dining on the job,

thinking everything's okay,

until he snacks on somebody
with a disease.

Makes sense, I guess.
But does that help us find him?

Every case of Creutzfeldt-Jakob
has to be reported

to the county, and there are very few.

We might be able to identify the corpse

that transmitted the illness.

ROBY: And every coroner

and funeral home that handled it.

Little more and we're there.

[SIGHS]

[GROANS]

Even if you can get out,

they're gonna find you.

They don't even know my name.

[PHONE DINGS]

We got the okay! Let's go!

I don't understand.

You want to know about our experience

with Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease?

Three funeral parlors
in the county handled people

who d*ed from it in the past 15 years.

I already talked to one of them,
the other's closed.

And exactly why do you want
information about someone

who d*ed of Creutzfeldt-Jakob
over a decade ago?

Because I believe
someone who worked here

may have contracted
the disease from them.

Contracted? How?

By eating their flesh.

I wouldn't know anything
at all about that.

[SOFT CHUCKLE] Okay.

Then I'm gonna need the name

of every employee
who worked on the diseased body.

That would be a personnel issue.

We have a policy of strict

- confidentiality regarding...
- Mr. Morrison, if you discovered

one of your employees was dining
on corpses ten years ago

and you fired him and covered it up

in the hopes that
no one would find out, well,

the next couple of days are going
to be very embarrassing for you.

But if you don't give me the name

of that person right now,
you won't be embarrassed.

You'll be in jail.

His name's Calvin Wawrzecki.

They found him cutting and eating flesh

from a client he was supposed
to be preparing for burial.

That sounds like our guy.
You get an address?

Yeah. LVPD's on the way.
I'm gonna meet them there.

Call me when you get there.

They've almost dug down to Allie.

I'm headed out there now.

Allie?! Allie?!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Clear.
- Where are you?

- We're clear.
- Allie?

- Allie?
- [OFFICERS CALLING OUT INDISTINCTLY]

Allie?

OFFICER: Hallway's clear.

Calvin Wawrzecki...
he was down here the whole time.

And those copper scavengers...
they must have surprised him

while he was still dealing
with Luckett's body.

And he stayed out of sight
until it was just him and Allie.

Choppers are in the air.
We will find them. Okay?

How? We don't know where they went.

I found Wawrzecki's lunch box.

I took a look. Let's just
say he hasn't eaten yet.

- Okay, look, there's got to be something.
- Like what?

This is-this is just like
the Hodges case, right?

We got there, Hodges was gone,
but he left us a message.

Allie would absolutely remember that.

ROBY: What kind of message
do you think she'd leave?

I... I don't know. Something.

- Do you know what a cairn is?
- Uh-uh.

- FOLSOM: No.
- It's a way to mark a hiking trail.

It's usually a small pile of rocks.

We got blood. Thank you.

She wrote something in blood.

FINADO: "Johnny Ca$h smart"?

What-what is "smart"?

That watch she's always going on about.

She's wearing it. Can we track it?

If we've got the password we can.

"Johnny Ca$h." That's the password.

You can tell by the dollar sign.

- You sure about that?
- You got a better idea?

[CHATTER IN DISTANCE]

Hey!

In. In!

Come on.

♪ ♪

DISPATCH: 117, do you have her signal?

DISPATCH 2: Got a weak one.
It's in the northwest quadrant.

DISPATCH: We need her exact location.

DISPATCH 2: Working on it.

♪ ♪

I'm not a bad person.

I-I h-hate hurting people.

I try so hard n-not to hurt them.

It's just...

I love the taste.

Just like a-a drop of acid,
like a ponzu or a b-balsamic?

There's-there's nothing like it.

You'd like it.

I don't think so.

No, you loved it!

Remember when mother was your meal

and you-you-you latched on to her

and you-you gorged on her

and you sucked her
right into you, and...

You begged for her.

We all love the taste when we're little.

It's just, some people forget.

And I never did.

Turn around.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING IN DISTANCE]

I'm sorry.

[SIRENS WAILING]

OFFICER: Calvin Wawrzecki! LVPD!

We have you surrounded!

Calvin.

Calvin, they know your name.

You can't hide anymore.

OFFICER: Drop any
weapons! We're making entry.

Y-You really should try it sometime.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]

On the ground, Calvin, right now!

Hands! Got him?

Got him.

Let's go.

Allie?

Allie, you okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Allie? Hey.

Um, I th-I think
I could use just a minute.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Great news about Allie, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, it's a relief.

I know how much experience
you have, and I

respect that, 100%.

But I've got some experience.

And there are ways I like to do things,

and that deserves respect, too.

Oh, I hear that.

But why should I indulge
my partner in something

I think is wrong
just to protect his feelings?

I didn't ask to be your partner.

I didn't ask to be yours.

How are we gonna make this work?

I don't know.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Hey.

Why are you not at home?

Had to pick up some stuff.

Thank you for keeping me company
in the dungeon.

It really helped,
to know you were there.

Happy to do it.

I have a question, though.

What's that?

Johnny Cash?

[SOFT CHUCKLE]

He's a poet, and the voice of my soul.

- Seriously?
- [LAUGHS]: Yeah, I really like him.

I never would have thought.

Well... glad I can still surprise you.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Oh, hey.

Hi.

Good job today.

Thanks.

Serena.

Forget it.

I'm trying.

["FOLSOM PRISON BLUES"
BY JOHNNY CASH PLAYING]

♪ I hear the train a-comin' ♪

♪ It's rolling 'round the bend ♪

♪ And I ain't seen the sunshine ♪

♪ Since I don't know when ♪

♪ I'm stuck in Folsom prison ♪

♪ And time keeps draggin' on ♪

♪ But that train keeps a-rollin' ♪

♪ On down to San Antone. ♪