01x04 - Long Pig

[bunniefuu]

Previously on CSI: Vegas...
GRISSOM:
Hodges worked every one

of the cases
you saw in that storage unit.

BRASS:
You think someone stole

your stuff
and is using it frame you.

That's exactly
what I think.

SIDLE:
The dog took a nice bite

out of whoever broke into

Hodges' garage.

Hopefully the blood
on this tooth tells us

who framed Hodges.

Our man looks to be
of South American descent.

Nora is with
Internal Affairs.

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

running my investigation
out of Vegas or Washoe County.

I'm gonna interview
a few folks around here,

let you know what I decide.

Damn.

MAN:
Bruh, she gonna be ready.
Ah, look at this, ah.

♪

No! No...Aah!

GRISSOM:
Looks delicious.

You want one?

Oh...

we don't usually eat in the lab.

Need to eat
on the go

this week. Hodges case
is keeping me hopping.

Thank you
for agreeing to meet me.

I wasn't aware I had a choice.

Your buddy David's
created quite a mess.

8,000 convictions
are about to go poof.

I'm going back,
meeting with all

of Hodges' supervisors
who signed off on his work.

There's one case out of the 12
that fell under your term.

Not sure if you'll recall
the Diane Chase case?

I remember it.

Mob lawyer.

She was k*lled by bridesmaids
at her son's wedding.

From 2006.

Good memory.

We found a blood
sample from one of

the women who was convicted
in David Hodges' storage unit.

And you think he replicated
her DNA to make the case?

You'll be called to testify
about how you missed it.

That is your signature, correct?

I didn't sign
a redacted report back then,

and I can't sign off
on Hodges' guilt now

without a look at the evidence.

I'm not asking
for your professional opinion.

I'm asking if this
is your signature.

It's really
pretty simple.

You either
made an error in oversight

or you were a party
to Mr. Hodges' malfeasance.

You have a sterling
reputation, Dr. Grissom.

But David Hodges operated with
impunity under your tenure.

Now he finally gets found out,

and you and your wife
pop up in Vegas?

We came back

because someone
tried to m*rder our friend,

Captain Jim Brass of
the Las Vegas Police Department.

Then you both went back
to work for Criminalistics.

We'd rather be
working on our boat.

But you can't
protect your legacy

when you're in the middle
of the Pacific Ocean.

I think we need to talk

about why you're really
back here at CSI.

Oh, no, that was just the
microwave-- my burrito's done.

I'm actually looking
at the assignment right now,

and... it'll be ready.

Sir, I just want
to say one more time,

thank you.

What?ROBY: What? You need
an A on this one, buddy.

Mom.Because I pay
your tuition, Bryan.

And it's called return
on investment.

All right, love you.

I love you. I'll call you later.
[helicopter passing]

Hey, Mr. Cloak and Dagger.

So what couldn't be talked
about on the phone?

I just got cross-examined
by that IAB lady.

I think it would serve us
all better if I started working

cases that don't originate
in David Hodges' backyard.

Tell you what,
you can start now.

Welcome to the barbecue.

The pig went into the pit
around 11:00 last night.

And when they dug it up
this morning,

found a new arrival.

Allie, your scene.
What do you see?

I see a vic who was dead
before they covered him up.

If he'd been
cooked alive

he would've curled
into a fetal position

before rigor mortis set in.

So he was k*lled, then dumped.

He was put there
knowing he would be found.

We got a k*ller
who wants an audience.

And we're standing on his stage.

[sizzling]

Are you done yet?

DARYA:
I thought so.

But the temperature's still
rising-- it's 140 degrees now.

Carryover cooking.

The meat keeps broiling even
after you take it off the flame.

Cause of death's gonna
be tricky, too.

'Cause I'm pretty sure
his organs are roasted.

I think it's time to invest
in little yellow tents.

Route the k*ller took
when he carried in the body.

Got trampled by the luau crowd.

How do you know
where he came from?

No security footage.
This is the only path

out of view
of the cameras.

Either lucky or...
k*ller knew the property.

Pit in any better shape
than the rest of this scene?

Heat's worse than feet--
the pit's fried.

You know, Hugo will k*ll me

if we bring a pile of goo
into his morgue.

To have any sh*t at keeping him
intact, I think we'll have

to take it all--
everything in the pit

and everything
that came out of it.

I like that.

The whole pig and caboodle.

I'm a GM,
not a CSI.

What's that
supposed to do?

What, this?

Um, it's a portable
Raman spectrometer.

It bangs a little light
off molecules,

makes 'em vibrate,
and then...It'll tell us

whether any of these shovels
were used to unearth that pig

and dump the body.
I don't believe

any of my people
would do this.

Hawaii has
eight islands.

We like to say

Vegas is the ninth.

There are more
kama'aina--

local Hawaiians here than
anywhere else on the mainland.

Our luaus send a message.

Everyone here is ohana.

Family.

A guy getting cooked

sends a slightly
different message.

That whole area back there
by the new pit

is accessible
by the public.

Who decided to put it there?

Well, I did.

What are you saying,
that I need an alibi?

Are you saying
you don't have one?
I worked late.

And I went home.
Ask my wife.

Maybe I'll ask him.

♪

♪ 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!

♪

[loud electronic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]

You got to turn it down.
Neighbors just called the cops.

Hey, Bryan, what's up?

♪

[indistinct arguing]
Come on!

Hey, man, chill!

Xander! Hold up!

Stop!

Stop! Get off of him!
You got to break this...

Come on.

MAN:
Did you see that?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't...Get on the ground now!

Bryan, Bryan, listen to him!

Hey! His mom is a cop!
Please.

Please...Ma'am!

Get on the ground now!
On the ground.

♪

Morning.

How you feeling today?

Out to sea.

Mm-hmm.

Which is where we should be.

I have my meeting
with Nora Cross in an hour.

You have any tips?

She likes apples.

Holds her cards
very close to the vest.

Wouldn't even show me
the methodology

that Hodges supposedly used
to replicate DNA in 2006.

Well, I wish I had
more time in that

storage space--
maybe we would know something

about the guy
behind this.

Well, Hodges'll learn
more at discovery.

His attorney will get
to see everything they got.

Well, that's gonna be too late.
Discovery is weeks away.

If we're gonna figure out
which one of these guys

framed Hodges before trial,

we have to pick up the pace.

That woman is already suspicious

of why we're even here.

Have some faith.

You know how persuasive
I can be.

[footsteps approaching]

Aloha!

I, uh...

got an ID on your vic.

How did you run
prints already?

I haven't even had a chance
to rehydrate his fingertips yet.

No need. I found this.

It's a sacral nerve

implant--
it's like a...

pacemaker for regulating
bowel function.

I figured a lot
of medical implants had

serial numbers, sure enough...

this one belongs to...

this guy.

Jeremy "JJ" Jackson. 25.

Guess that explains what
he was doing at The Hibiscus.

His family owns the place.

Looks like he was
a healthy young man.

He didn't need
the sacral nerve implant

until he donated his kidney.

Not that I would've noticed

he's missing
a kidney.

What do you mean?

This young man baked
at about 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

All of JJ's
internal organs dissolved

and seeped out onto the pig.

That's not mud, is it?
Sorry to say,

I haven't started
his autopsy yet.

He has to cool first.

Wonder if all this was cause.

It looks like he was
hit by something.

Something weird.

Repeatedly.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Won't know more until we can
put him back together.

It's gonna be like turning
a pulled pork sandwich

back into a pig.
I could use some help.

I can't.

I'm lead on this one.

Have to go meet with his family.

Would you settle for me?

If I have to.

Why would someone do this?

Everyone just loved JJ.

Did JJ have anyone
who would want to hurt him?

No one.

I mean, he was just a light
in this world. I mean...

he was a light in our world.

He donated his kidney
to a friend

of a friend for goodness sakes.

Was there any unusual behavior

from JJ recently,
anything at all?

He did quit the hotel.

He was being groomed to
replace me as a CEO eventually.

Last week he just... I don't
know, he just up and quit.

I think it has something
to do with Roy.

Our GM.

He and JJ didn't get along.

Mr. Kahale?

I saw him at the luau.

It's not easy
to go out on your own.

So I, I was...

I was proud of JJ, but...

truth be told, I thought
he'd be back in a week.

[crying]
He's never coming back.

[siren wailing]

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Are you okay?

Let's go home.

[engine starts]

Would you mind
if I ask you a question?

Could we just jump
to the fireworks?

I mean, you wanted to meet
because I signed off

on bad stuff that Hodges
supposedly did, right?

When are you going
to show me those files?

Accuse me of
being complicit...Actually,

none of the 12 cases
Hodges tampered with

happened under your watch.

So congrats.

Main reason I wanted
to sit with you is

nobody worked
with Hodges longer than you.

Just want to go through,
get an account of everything

you observed...Well, then I can

speed things up.
I never saw anything.

Hodges is a good man.
He was a great lab tech.

He's professional...
Listen. Friendly advice.

You don't want to start offering
character testimony

for the accused-- you do that,

D.A.'s got no choice
but to impugn your character.

What's wrong with my character?

"Sara Sidle's temperament
can be an issue.

"She has blind spots.

"An inability to channel
emotional energy stands

in the way of her becoming
the best CSI she can be."

What's that from?

A performance review
written just before

the Chase investigation.

By your supervisor at the time.

Gil.

That's about
when you two got serious, right?

That has nothing to do with it.

You were distracted by an affair
that began in the workplace.

That's why you failed
to notice...

That is completely untrue!

I didn't bring this up to rile
you. I just want you to know

where it will go if you get up
on the stand and start to...

What, tell the truth
about Hodges? If I do that,

I'll get b*at up
with my husband's own words

twisted against me.

Great.
Got it.

We're gonna finish this later.

I got to get
back to work.

On what, exactly?

m*rder at a luau.

Why don't you ask around?

You should know
that wasn't all of it.

"If Sara masters her demons,

"she'll thrive as a CSI
for as long as she wants.

She's made for this job."

Great.

I always wanted
to go to a luau.

I'm not sure
sifting through dirt

from a barbecue pit
really counts.

When you were sailing around
in the South Pacific,

did you miss all this?

The glamour?

Some people say I was
made for this job.

Got something here.

Not sure what this
white powder is.

It's cyanuric acid.

It's hard to imagine
what it would be

doing in a barbecue pit.

Why? What is it?

It's mostly used
to sanitize high-traffic pools.

You know, I met a man who was
dealing with the hotel pool.

JJ might not be the only thing
we pulled out of the ground.

I think we just dug up
a suspect, too.

CARSON:
Good-looking pool, Mr. Kahale.

What do y'all use
to keep it clean?

I don't, uh-- I don't know.

You said you were down here
dealing with some problem

with the pool
the night of the m*rder.

We found cyanuric acid
next to the victim's blood

in the sand next to the pit.

What does that mean?
I can't say with certainty.

But I think it means someone
who was dealing

with the pool is involved.

Let me be square with you.

I knew it was JJ
in the pit.

I knew when I saw
those red shoes of his.

And you didn't say anything?

I didn't want anyone
to get the wrong idea.

Well, we now think
you might've m*rder*d a man

and roasted
his corpse.

You think that's the right idea?

Why don't you show us where
you keep your pool chemicals?

Hey, Kai?

You got a key
to the maintenance room?

You might hear from some people,

JJ and I butted heads.

But I swear I didn't k*ll him.

Well, JJ's parents said
you two didn't get along.

Why is that?

Well, maybe 'cause
he was a r*pist.

Kai, enough!

Honestly, you people should
just go home, take the win!

Karma got him!

Look, Roy, you know
how much I need this job,

but I'm not gonna
stay quiet.

What are you talking about?

JJ r*ped my girlfriend,
Rachel Koa.

What?

Did JJ's mommy and daddy
not tell you?

Honestly, it figures you guys
don't know, they probably

had the records erased.

Can we speak with Rachel?

No. You can't.

She reported JJ
to the police,

but his family had lawyers.

They made her take it back
or they were gonna ruin her.

Which they did
anyway, so...

She lost her job,
she was banned from the hotel.

Lost friends.

She OD'd two weeks ago.

JJ was scum.

Whoever k*lled him
did the world a favor.

It's not enough
to hold either of them.

But Carson's looking
into Kai's alibi.

Roy's, too.

You know, part of me
hopes they hold up.Yeah?

JJ ended up
on top of a pig.

Whoever put him there
went too far, but...

they had
their reasons.

Okay, Rachel's r*pe kit
will still be on file

even though she withdrew
her claim.

Process it.I pulled Rachel Koa's
statement.

Here's how it went down
according to her.

She and JJ had drinks
after work.

Next thing she knows he's
pulling her into a hotel room.

Ripped off her necklace
in the process.

He was just too strong.

A golden boy
with no enemies, huh?

JJ's parents lied to me.

They banned Rachel

and her whole family
from the hotel.

Their son was a r*pist
and they covered it up.

Allegedrapist, Allie.

No matter what JJ may

or may not have done
in the past,

he is the victim here.

Of course.

You're right.
Okay.

So it says here
that Rachel had a half sister.

A professor
at West Las Vegas, so

if you're right about motive...
She might know more
people who fit.

So get a list-- um, someone

who is strong enough
to carry the body,

someone who works
with cyanuric acid,

someone who's capable
of butchering JJ

and dumping him.

Yep.

We need to talk.

Dr. Roby, I'm concerned you
may have made a serious mistake.

Rehiring Sara Sidle
and Gil Grissom?

They aren't
on trial.

David Hodges is.
You're right.

But they're both
all wrapped up in his case.

Maybe you're not concerned
about optics...

I'm very concerned about optics.

When people see this lab,

I want them to know
we get it right.

There is an as*ault
on the truth out there.

Not your truth,
not my truth.

But the truth.

And you think
they're telling the truth?

I think that when I get
a chance to hire people--

people of talent,
people with integrity--

I'm gonna do it...

every single time.

To do what? Specifically.

That's what I'm here to ask.

They're telling me
they got

an animal cruelty case
and something to do

with a barbecued pig?

They were telling the truth.

Do you want to see the files?
Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you even have the authority
to ask to see them?

When this is over--

when Sara Sidle
and Gil Grissom's testimony

helps the D.A. put
David Hodges where he belongs--

I hope you're
still sitting there.

Where you belong.

♪

Honestly, have you ever seen

anything like these incisions?

Mm-mm.

It's not just the r*pe
that I blame him for.

JJ got Rachel into dr*gs,
parties.

She wasn't made
for that life.

And now she's gone.

Was it just you and Rachel here?

We have some extended family
in Vegas.

Course, I know
why you're asking.

Rachel's friends and family
have motive, right?

I mean, it's definitely possible
JJ's death was revenge

for what he did.

You think he just did it
to Rachel?

Nobody else's family
might want a piece of him?

We're only aware of the one...
crime.

Is there anyone
you could think of

who would do
something like this?

Have you ever been homesick?

Rachel was homesick.

But I brought her here.
It was my idea.

I thought we'd have more
opportunities in Vegas.

Whoever did this, and I really
don't know who they are,

they gave me a gift
when JJ d*ed.

I can shut my eyes
in peace at night.

I wish I could help you, but...

You remind me of one
of my students from Kauai.

Your mana... it's good.

There's a quiet
about you.

I'd say good luck
but instead, I'll say,

"Take care of your silence,
Allie."

Aloha.

["Hunter" by Becca Mancari
playing]

♪ Letters in the mailbox

♪ Say I'm gonna hunt you down

♪ I'm gonna
hunt you down ♪

♪ I am the prophet

♪ Hey, I am the savior

♪ Well, I am the prophet

♪ Hey, I am the savior.

This is not...

what I had in mind tonight.

Homework.

Far from prying eyes.

I borrowed some stuff
from the lab.

I bet you got some fun looks
from the people downstairs

in the casino while you were
wheeling this stuff in.

Could you check
that agarose gel?

To see if I was able
to replicate this DNA?

Trying to see
if Hodges could've faked

the Chase evidence?

The answer is,
yeah, he could've.

So even with the technology we
had back then, it was possible.

Whoever did
this thought

of everything and
it's really starting

to piss me off calling him
"whoever" all the time.

How was your meeting
with, uh, what's her name?

Oh, she's interesting.
She made it clear

that we can forget
about looking at that evidence.

Well, I wouldn't share it
if I was her.

You're always so good
at channeling your emotions.

Maintaining
a professional temperament.

What is it, Sara?

Detective Cross wants both of us

to meet her downtown tomorrow.

I'm hoping that you
could keep her

in suspense a little longer

while I change her mind.

How are you gonna do that?

We're gonna make a trade.

She's gonna give you
a peek at the evidence.

So you can narrow down
a list of suspects.

But it has to be her idea.

Oh, sh**t.

Oh, sh**t, okay.

We'll make this work.

Uh-oh.

What?

You're making
breakfast.

I mean, last time
you cooked it was...

"We're moving to Vegas."

First of all, that is not true,
and secondly, I make a really

good Western
scramble.

And thirdly, I love you, son.

I love you, too.

And...

Mom?

I know.

I just heard it
from Dad again.

Work twice as hard,
expect half as much.

And come home.

I did.

[quietly]
And you did.

And you're gonna do
really good in school?

Mm-hmm.

And who's Kellie?

Your eggs are burning.

Oh, my-- you!

[laughs]
Stop it!

Get your plate!

How we feel?
New day, fresh start?

I came in early to process
Rachel's kit.

Tox confirmed Rachel

had GHB in her system--
a lot of it.

So she was drugged
like she said she was.

And there was physical evidence
of as*ault, no question.

But...

JJ was not a match.

She was drugged.

She must've been confused
about who att*cked her.

We need to find the real r*pist.

People thought he did it.

Forget people, Allie.
What does the evidence say?

Take another look
at JJ's remains.

Figure out a physical profile

of who caused all that damage.

Check it against Roy Kahale,

and all of JJ's
business partners.

There's no active file
on the sexual as*ault.

Let me open one.

I can work more
than one case at a time.

Look at him.

This young man was
falsely accused of r*pe.

k*lled and thrown in a pit.

We can come
back to Rachel.

But for right now...

figure out who k*lled that man.

All the king's horses
and all the king's men

couldn't do what Hugo just did.

He looks great.

RAMIREZ:
I can now confirm

exsanguination
as cause of death.

Credit where it's due,
your friend here

Mr. Folsom,

did not completely
be clown himself.

I did all the blood loss
calculations.

The most interesting thing is
where the blood spilled from.

The punctured skin is so
dehydrated, I could really use

a second opinion from

our resident
desiccated corpse whisperer.

Please don't make that a thing.

Probably too long
for a nickname.

RAMIREZ: The rest
were so denatured.

This is the best
I could find.

RAJAN:
Not too shabby. Well protected

from heat,
retained some moisture.

Probably from under his arm?

Mm.Whisperer.

Surgical slice
on one side.

And torn flesh on the other.

I would've guessed
a serrated blade,

but it'd have to be wider
and shorter.

So what we're
really looking for...

is something

like... this.

Hmm.

So Jaws treated him
like a chew toy?

Wait, what are you doing?
His ribs were shattered, huh?

I'm sorry, Hugo.

You really are an artist,
but I've got to get in there.

Eh, okay.

See?

It's not the same color.

Some of them were cooked
pretty good.

We thought that
was part of his rib.
Nope.

This isn't a part of JJ.

This is a part
of what k*lled him.

Aloha and e komo mai
to The Hibiscus Hotel.

How may I help you?

We're gonna need that w*apon.

We have a warrant, ma'am.
Oh.

Let me call maintenance
to come take it down.

Is this the only one you want?

There's more?

[indistinct radio chatter]

You know, I was actually
a little more excited

about finding apotential
m*rder w*apon.

Yeah, I wasn't really
hoping for a hundred.

I found these
in Roy Kahale's office.

Bag, tag, put 'em with the rest.

♪

Not even a trace of blood.

Or even a single decent
fingerprint.

Either the cleaning crew at the
Hibiscus does a damn good job,

or the k*ller did.
Either way.

It's still a dead end.

I guess we should just move on.

If we test each w*apon

for wound pattern,

then it might
tell us which...I need a minute.

kind of w*apon...

Is this a peace offering?

Or are we just never gonna
get on the same page?

I'm giving peace a chance.

I had some time to think about
the choices you're offering.

One...

throw David Hodges
into the wood chipper.

Two... climb in myself.

That's evocative.

Not sure it's quite fair.

I want to tell you
why I left yesterday, it...

It's this idea you have
that Gil and I were

swept up in a romance, not
paying attention to our jobs.

You wouldn't be the first.
Well, it wasn't like that.

The work at CSI,
that-that was our passion.

You know,
it's what brought us together.

I just want the truth.

You want me to support
the case you've built.

But based on what I know,
all I could really say

on the stand is
that Hodges might...

have falsified DNA
as you suggest.

"Might have" isn't gonna cut it.

If you believe that Gil Grissom
would cheat the process,

that he would jump
to a conclusion

and work backwards
to get there...

you're not as good at your job
as you think you are.

I think you're being
a little naive.

Naivete, by definition,

is a lack of experience,
wisdom...

judgment.

The antonyms

are intelligence, perception,

enlightenment.

And that would be my wife.

You know, I don't usually have

this much trouble
bringing a man around.

Tell me about it.

It took me years.

He didn't understand
my temper.

He didn't understand why I
would get emotional on the job.

You read some of that.

One night, during a...

a particularly tough case,

uh, I told him my story.

My whole story.

My childhood was complicated.

Gil understood
and after that,

he was just there.

The A.G.,

the D.A., Judge Shapiro.

That civil attorney
they assigned, Anson Wix.

Mr. Hodges' lawyer, me,

Dr. Roby-- I could keep going.

With what?
The list of people

playing tug-of-w*r
over this mess.

None of whom you want to test.

SIDLE:
Most people are motivated
by impulses.

Desire, anger, fear.

There aren't any gears

that shift for my husband
until he sees how they work.

But you put him in a lab...

you give him time to study...

he finds his way.

So, it looks like we're
all seeing this the same way.

Just a real
unfortunate situation.

It could've been worse.

That's true.

Officer Chung is not gonna
press charges.

He gets it.

But I just thought, you know,
this day and age,

let's really make sure
we're all good here.

I'm good.

Good.

So, Max, Bryan will serve
his community hours

and, you know, no sheet.
He's clean.

Thank you.

Lucky kid.

To have a mom like you,

who can smooth it out.

Would you tell him
something for me?

Tell him
to think about

steering clear
of that crowd.

Nothing good happens
after midnight, you know?

Officer?

You think
about something for me.

Think about why my son--

the one who was
breaking up the fight...

was the one you grabbed first.

[grunting]

I thought I was the one taking
this case too personally.

Huh.
Has he done something to offend?

Usually I do my Pilates,
but sometimes

you just need
to swing with a leiomano.

These are beautiful,
aren't they?

Yeah, one of them made
an ugly mess.

Come on, want to
find out which one?

Come on.

[grunting]
Yes.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

♪

Nah.

[grunting]

These are almost surgical,
right?

But his?

His are much more haphazard.

And those contusions?

Came from something
longer and thicker.

An improvised w*apon.

But how does a shark
tooth end up in his rib?

Here's a better question.

Do sharks get tartar?

This tooth belonged
to a tiger shark.

Ancient Hawaiians
called them niuhi.

They can shed 35,000 teeth
in a lifetime.

I've seen a bunch of these,
and no...

tiger sharks don't need
to floss.

So it's not some kind of
natural fishy tooth business?

Mass spec says it's
a calcium hydroxide formula.

Well, we'd better find
out if these weapons

were coated in
the same stuff.

It's most commonly used

in museums.

They used to preserve bones
with it.

What about anthropologists?

Sure, maybe.

That's what Rachel's
half sister Cynthia Koa does.

She works
with Hawaiian artifacts.

Sounds like she might
deserve another look.

I think I saw her at the scene.

She must've come back
to see her work.

I couldn't shake the feeling
that I'd seen Cynthia before,

when I went to interview her.
But that's...

that's what it must've been.

You should take
a look at her stuff.

So get together with Detective
Carson, go through your notes,

and get him started
on a warrant application.

I didn't...
I didn't take any notes.

And it was just me.

I went alone.

You what?

I thought JJ r*ped her sister,

and I felt for her.
I didn't want

to overwhelm her,
and I didn't think that she'd...

Okay, the Koas were banned
from that hotel.

If you could swear
she was there...

Might be enough for a warrant.

I can swear.

Max...

I'm sorry.

♪

Hello there, slugger.

Could explain the contusions.

If not the rest of it.

Leucocrystal Violet
strikes out again.

You're not gonna find anything.

But if you keep digging,
you'll learn...

I also own a volleyball.

Allie, take this down
to the lab.

We could test it further.

[sighs]
Sorry.

I'm not finding anything here.

Hey.

We don't see things as they are,

we see things as we are.

Don't press, just breathe.

♪

Hey, Carson, did you check
the jewelry boxes?

Every nook
and cranny.

RAJAN:
Cynthia?

Can I see the necklace
you're wearing?

It falls under
the warrant, ma'am.

You see what I'm
seeing, Allie?

Can you explain this,
Cynthia?

It was Rachel's.

That man tore it off of her
when he r*ped her.

I wrapped it around
my baseball bat.

I thought he deserved
the Captain Cook treatment.

What's that?

Cook came to Hawaii uninvited.

He tricked and
k*lled our people.

My ancestors
made him pay.

They roasted him.

He came to Hawaii an explorer.

He left as long pig.

CARSON:
And you think that's what
you did to JJ?

Delivered justice?

He's the reason
my sister's dead.

No one else was gonna
keep him accountable.

Not his parents.

Or the Las Vegas police.

It was up to me to expose him
for the pig he is.

But you didn't do it alone.

JJ was a large man.

You didn't carry his body
by yourself.

Kai Manu helped you.

Kai knew where the cameras were.

He'd just finished
cleaning the pool for Roy.

He still had a tablet
of cyanuric acid on him.

We found one in the pit.
No.

I did it all.

By myself.

I don't think that's possible.

You can ask me a million times.

My answer's never changing.

[chuckles softly]

Kama'aina stick together.

You should know.

We ran Rachel's kit.

JJ didn't r*pe her.

You don't know that.

No, we do.

That's why it's
so important

not to decide what you're gonna
do before you really know.

It wasn't enough
to end his life.

She had to ruin his name.

Reputation is big.

When you lose it,

it's hard to get it back.

I'm sorry.

Not just for missing her, but...

for the way I was with you.

You do this job long enough,

and you figure out

that you got to have an outlet.

I got my Pilates.

Folsom's got his yoga.

What do you have, Allie?

When you want to scream,
where do you go?

I think I would feel better

if there was something
I could do...

for Rachel Koa.

Okay.

There might be.

We cannot thank you enough.

Not for just finding
that awful woman,

but for proving

that our son
was not what they said.

I knew
that girl was lying.

Rachel wasn't lying.

It's rare

that a woman lies
about being r*ped.

But Rachel was drugged,

so she got it wrong.

JJ's DNA exonerated him.

His whole genome
wasn't a match.

But there's a woman

in our lab, she looked closer.

And the thing is...

there were some alleles
on his Y-chromosome that were.

What does that mean?

RAJAN:
Y-chromosome can only come
from the father, Mrs. Jackson.

JJ and your husband do look
very much alike.

LYNN:
No.

Those tests are wrong.

We had the truth sitting
in our storage area for months.

But Scott pushed Rachel
to drop the charges.

You know,
I keep thinking...

what if she hadn't?

JJ knew that you hurt that girl.

Didn't he? Is that why he quit?

Are you going to arrest him?

Ms. Koa was pressured to drop
her charges before she d*ed.

So without a complainant...

You cost us... everything.

I'm going to take
everything from you.

[Lynn crying]

Good morning,
Dr. Grissom.

Good morning,
Ms. Cross.

Where's the fruit?

This is everything David Hodges
has been accused of.

Everything we found
in his storage unit.

It's probably only
a fraction of what he did,

but it's all
we know about.

You can start with
the worst of it,

and keep going
until you're convinced...

if you want.

That's
the Ronald Pose case.

I'm not, uh, familiar
with this one.

It's a doozy.

Mr. Pose was choked to death
on the cremains

of his dead wife.

I apologize,
it's not

a happy way
to end the day,

but I figure if a little glimpse
will get you to see the truth,

maybe you'll be
more willing to say it.

Yeah.

He faked the evidence.

And if he faked it here...

Okay.

You got it.

I'll testify
in the Diane Chase case.

I'm glad I met you, Dr. Grissom.

An honest man is hard to find.

♪ Where do we go when we die?

It worked?

I want to know
what kind of magic

you used to put that woman
under your spell.

She's under the opinion
that I'm emotional.

So I went with it.
What did you see?

Enough.

You know who did it?

Only one of our suspects has
the skills to do what I saw.

♪ Where do we go?

♪ Where
do we go? ♪

[sighs]
Now we just have to prove it.

♪ When we die

♪

♪ Ooh, where do we go, ooh

♪ Where do we go?

♪ Ooh, where do we go, ooh
[muffled screaming]

♪ Where do we go?

♪ Ooh, where do we go, ooh
[muffled screaming]

♪ Where do we go?

♪ Where do we go when we die?