02x07 - b*rned

[bunniefuu]

♪ Gotta walk the line,
gotta walk the line ♪

♪ It's a battle of my will ♪

- ♪ It's a battle in my mind ♪
- (STRAINING)

♪ Writing on the walls,
I can see these signs ♪

♪ I ain't ready for it yet ♪

♪ But I know it's my time ♪

♪ I been focused ♪

♪ I been hoping for a brand-new start ♪

♪ I been staying in my lane ♪

♪ I've been playing my part ♪

♪ I've been running out of options ♪

♪ Maybe praying to God ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I won't make it out of here clean ♪

♪ There's blood on my hands ♪

♪ And there's blood up in the streets ♪

♪ My friends look like my enemies ♪

♪ If I'm-a go down ♪

♪ Then you're going with me ♪

♪ This is the underground ♪

(PHONE RINGING)

♪ Underground, down ♪

Go for Roby.

Okay. Be there in .

♪ ♪

♪ It's going down, down, down. ♪

Hey. What have we got?

Fire was called in around
: by a neighbor.

Firefighters said it spread
through most of the house.

ROBY: How many bodies inside?

- Two.
- And why are we outside?

Still waiting for a search warrant.

It's : a.m.

We can't in the scene
because of paperwork?

Nobody could get a judge
on the phone this hour.

Serena's working on it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

Hey!

It was really good to see you.

Don't look like a judge to me.

Something over there more important?

No, sorry. Warrant's in.

You're good to go.

All right. You heard the woman.

Get on in.

I'm going to go hustle with the VFD.

Hey, how long are we going
to be out here?

Those poor firemen.
She is cranky tonight.

ROBY: We got to get in,
we got to get in.

Yeah, who's your friend there?

Oh, Joselyn Lozando. Old girlfriend.

Oh, she the one you dated last year?

No, Jocelyn and I got together
when I first moved out to Vegas.

The house has security cameras.

I'm going to see if
the footage survived.

What?

Hmm.

RAJAN: inches.

Whoever he is, he's got
a future in the NBA.

FOLSOM: You smell that gasoline?

Mmm. Definitely not an accidental fire.

Wow. They poured a ton.

Somebody really wanted
this place to burn.

These poor people.

Hey, Al, the positioning
doesn't make sense.

I mean, how do you just sit
there while the place burns?

I don't think they did.

Their arms are wrong.

Heat from the fire would have shrunk

their muscles and tendons,
pulling them up.

- The pugilist attitude. Mm-hmm.
- Right.

Their arms are down,
their backs aren't arched.

(SIGHS) They must have been restrained.

I'm not seeing any restraints. You?

Must have b*rned away.

FOLSOM: So, whoever did this

tied two people down,

doused the place in gasoline,

and just let them burn.

- Hey.
- Hey. Is that enough coffee for you?

Not even close. What you got?

So I, uh, ran the video

from the b*rned house's security camera.

I've ID'd the victims,

and, uh, I might have an explanation for

the footprint they
found outside the door.

This is the homeowner, Davis Painter.

This is a couple hours before
the fire was called in.

- ROBY: Mm-hmm.
- minutes later,

this guy rolls in.

I did a facial rec search.

His name is Elliott Painter.

He's Davis Painter's father.

ROBY: Elliott Painter?

- PARK: What, you know him?
- ROBY: Of him.

He's-he's big into real estate.

He builds homes for celebrities.

He's like got a lot
of juiced-up friends.

That's it, as far as anyone
going into the house.

You said you had something
on a footprint, right?

The camera got something coming
out that must have made it.

Coming out but not going in?

Yeah, but, honestly, that's
not even the weird part.

This is like a minute
before the fire started.

Okay, run that back.

Is that Bigfoot?

You said it. Not me.

Okay.

We got a dead father and a son,

m*rder*d in a fire.

And before the fire starts,

Sasquatch runs out.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ 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! ♪

You know there's been over
, sightings of Bigfoot?

I'm just saying, follow the evidence,

and if it says that our suspect is a...

reclusive citizen of the
Pacific Northwest,

maybe that's where the case goes.

Come here, come here.

All right, see,

primates, like apes,

they do this bent-knee,
bent-hip walking.

Their torsos bend forward
and their knees

bend at about degrees.

Humans, we walk upright.

Our knees bend at about .

This is not a mythical creature
of lore and legend.

- That's a guy in a costume.
- (DOOR OPENS)

I just got off the phone with Hitchens

from the fire department.

He is not assigning us
an arson investigator.

Excuse me?

They're too short-handed and slammed.

There's no one to spare.

You know why he's doing this?

He is an interim chief.

He's afraid it can't close

and he's afraid of what
it will do to his stats.

I have two crispy victims out there.

I have a crime scene that
needs to be picked over

and re...

Um, do you have any
problems with sharing this?

No.

None at all.

Great. Get on it. Thank you.

Uh...

What's up?

I really don't want to be a pest,

but is everything all right?

You just seemed a little
out of sorts last night.

It was : a.m. I'm fine.

Okay.

- Okay.
- ROBY: Yep.

Okay.

I finished pulling the furniture.

The grid is laid out.

- And you sound happy.
- I am.

It's my first arson case.

I am fired up.

- Pun intended?
- Mm-hmm.

All right,

see the line where the discoloration

starts to darken the wall?

- Yeah.
- Well, the fact that it's so low

means that a lot of heated
air gathered in here.

And the carpet is badly b*rned.

So is the flooring underneath.

Usually, the flooring
escapes the worst of it.

You know, heat rises.

Maybe the floor was
the point of ignition.

To know who started the fire,

we need to know how it started.

So, we collect every bit
of ash and charred debris,

and we sort through it.

- All of it?
- Every bit.

Davis and Elliot went
to the same dentist.

So both of their files are in there.

You aren't sure it's them?

Dental records are used to confirm,

but preliminary DNA analysis
doesn't leave much doubt.

I'm so sorry.

Davis is my only baby.

I can't...

You and Mr. Painter were divorced?

Yes, and-and you would say,
I guess, it was amicable.

- The house belonged to your son, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Any idea why Elliot
might have come over?

Problem with the renovation, probably.

Elliot was helping
Davis flip that house,

and he was trying to
help get him back on track.

Davis started smoking a lot
of pot after college, and...

A little trouble launching.

- Something like that.
- Yeah.

He was just starting to find himself.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt

your son or your ex-husband?

No. In real estate, when
people get mad, they just sue.

Any particular reason

people would be upset at your ex?

No, Elliot became famous

building showy homes for headliners.

But he made his money putting
up housing developments.

They could be pretty
bottom-line about it.

Is that your polite way
of saying he's cheap?

Let's just say Elliot didn't mind

cutting a corner to save a dollar.

And I told him, it is not worth it.

You always pay in the end.

Thank you for this, okay?

Mm-hmm.

We'll do our best.

Will you? Here you go.

Come with me. I'll see you out.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oh, my God.

Bryan, what's up? You okay?

Come on, Mom, you know that's
not the only reason I call.

I'm sorry, but you okay?

Calling to say hey.

And you haven't called in a while,

so I-I'm checking in here.
How you doing?

I'm fine. It's just things
have been really crazy here.

Can I call you back though?

Yeah, sure. I mean, if you're busy.

Okay, thanks.

(LINE BEEPS)

Love you, too.

(SIGHS)

Yo, Allie, heard a rumor
you were running this one.

- Sharing it, actually, with Folsom.
- Oh.

Is that weird?

I mean, now that he's with Chavez?

(CHUCKLES)

You guys had a thing, right?

What? No. No thing.

It's not weird either, at all.

Sorry, I could have
sworn that you guys...

So is this the son, Davis Painter?

Uh, yes. Yes, yes.

Headline there:

He was already dead
when the fire started.

So, no soot or particulate
in his esophagus or lungs?

No, not even in his nose or mouth.

Well, then how did he die?

I'm not sure.

There was visceral congestion,

which suggests asphyxiation.

But the hyoid bone's intact
and there's no bruising.

- So, he wasn't strangled?
- No, no.

Definitely not.

Oh, there is one
interesting thing though.

Look at this.

That's not flesh.

No.

Look, there's some
other pieces stuck on.

What is it?

Plastic.

Very thin.

I was thinking shrink-wrap maybe.

But you said there's
no soot in his mouth.

It would make sense
if his mouth and nose

were covered by plastic.

(STRAINING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

What a cruel thing to do to someone.

Did they both die like that?

I haven't even gotten into Dad yet.

(SIGHS)

I don't see any plastic.

They were bound facing each other.

But if only Davis was asphyxiated,

does that mean the k*ller

made Elliot watch his son suffocate?

(SIGHS)

There's definitely soot in his mouth.

What do we have here?

(ALARM BLARING)

What did I do?

Drop it.

What was that?

An alarm that sounds

if a toxic substance is released.

Well, define toxic substance.

It could be one of several.

But since neither of us are dead
or puking our guts out...

RAJAN: It was radioactive?

Yeah, . millisieverts.

Won't do any damage,
but it's definitely hot.

How does a radioactive cloth end
up inside the victim's mouth?

I don't know.

Unless, does Bigfoot
have radioactive breath?

No, that's Godzilla.

Oh.

FOLSOM: Hey.

You know plastics, right?

What am I looking at here?

I'll bet my Dow pension it is HDPE.

That stuff you make
gallon milk jugs out of.

I found another puddle of it over here.

Blackened like this one?

Just like it.

We might be looking at
point of origin for the fire.

Let's see if there's others.

♪ ♪

Eight points of origin.

How do you start a fire
in eight different places at once?

Don't know. We better find out.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Your coffee's leaking.

(GRUNTS)

Found anything?

Yep, a substance in the ash
we weren't able to identify.

Beau is running it.

And also this.

- Is that a... ?
- An engagement ring?

I think so.

Checked with the Painter family.

It didn't belong to Davis or Elliot.

And I don't know why an arsonist brings

a ring to a fire, but apparently he did.

RAJAN: No sign of the stone?

- Mm-mm.
- Too bad.

Sometimes diamonds have
serial numbers etched on them.

Might help us identify the owner.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah.

Hey.

I just got a text from Jocelyn Lozando.

She wants to get together
tonight, catch up.

So, I'm going to go.

We're working a case.

All my queries are out.

There's nothing left
for me to do tonight.

You don't want to stay
and play in the soot?

Tempting.

But I haven't seen Jocelyn
in a really long time.

And this is the only night
she's off for a few weeks, so...

Well, have a good time.

Thanks.

I will call you tonight?

Okay.

(QUIET CHATTER)

Spectrometer has spoken.

Phosphorous pentoxide.

But phosphorous ignites
when it's exposed to air.

Yeah, you throw some on top
of a big puddle of gasoline,

you got yourself one hell of a blaze.

Well, there has to be some
way to delay the ignition.

Otherwise, you're just
setting yourself on fire.

Is there any evidence
of an ignition device?

Melted plastic, phosphorous, gas.

- Hmm, not much of a trigger.
- Mm-mm.

Your coffee's still leaking.

Yes, it is.

FINADO: I mean, the fire department

usually does this sort of thing, right?

FOLSOM: Apparently, they're busy.

Ready for phosphorous.

Look, I mean,

I-I don't mean to be a nervous Nellie,

I'm just concerned about
setting fire to,

you know, Las Vegas.

I think that's highly unlikely.

FOLSOM: You hear that? Highly unlikely.

Okay.

Okey-doke. You ready?

- RAJAN: Mm-hmm.
- FOLSOM: One,

two, three.

Okay, so when the gasoline
level drops low enough,

that phosphorous is exposed
to the air and ignites.

(LAUGHTER)

Leaky coffee, leaky gasoline.

That's how you light
eight fires at once.

What was that?

I think it's phosphorous pentoxide.

A bunch of it must have
been thrown into the air.

We need to go back to the Painter house.

I think there might
be more to find there.

I told you, we searched it.

No, you only searched half of it.

Michelangelo, Galileo Galilei and...

Allie Rajan.

Which one of these things
is not like the others?

No, just three geniuses who
looked upward and were inspired.

You know, Al, you might be a little more

optimistic that the k*ller left
some trace on the ceiling.

If a shockwave can throw bits
of phosphorous in the air...

... it can throw other things.

That bake into the ceiling?

I'm not seeing anything.

Whoa, hold on, hold on. Go back.

What is that?

Huh.

- Wouldn't you know.
- Hmm.

I believe the ring you found
had a missing stone.

PARK: No serial number.

No etching of any kind.

Some diamonds just
don't have it, I'm sorry.

Strange discoloration
on one of the surfaces though.

Lower right.

Could be skin cells.

I'll prep it, take a look.

♪ ♪

Oh, come on.

Hmm.

Gotcha.

So, you found skin cells on the diamond?

Isolated the DNA, ran it through CODIS,

but no matches.

It doesn't match for
the Painters either,

so we got no idea who it belongs to.

RAJAN: We know it's a human.
We can say that.

- (LAUGHS)
- What else can you say?

Well, uh, someone entered the house

without triggering the cameras.

Probably before Davis Painter got home.

Could be that they
forced him to call his father

and convince him to come to the house.

They restrained both men,
suffocated Davis,

and then set the fire
with a phosphorous trigger.

No, the trigger's his signature.

It tells us the k*ller knows chemistry.

And he really hated Elliot.

I mean, the amount of gas used,

the ignition method,

someone spent a lot of time

and a lot of effort torturing the man.

Every councilman in this city
wants an update on this case.

They don't know the difference between

phosphorous or pyrophorus.

But, you know,

I don't know what to
say to these people.

- W-We'll go get you some answers.
- Okay, thank you.

Wait a minute, before you go,

you say that the guy
got in the house without

being seen by the cameras, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

Tomorrow morning, start there, please.

This is Detective Chavez,
Las Vegas Police.

Please leave your name and
number and I'll call you back.

(BEEPS)

Hello, this is Joshua Folsom
of the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

I don't require immediate
assistance, but, uh...

(CHUCKLES)

uh, hey, Serena, just wondering

if your dinner is over.

Maybe we could get together tonight.

All right, give me a call.

♪ ♪

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

You still friends with your exes?

This about Chavez?

Would it help if I said
"asking for a friend"?

(EXHALES) Josh, don't take
this the wrong way, but...

I don't want to do relationship advice.

Oh, yeah, I get it.

So, entry points.

I'll take the front, you take the back?

All right.

(SIGHS)

(QUIET CHATTER)

Mom.

Hold on a second.
What are you doing here?

I don't know.

Hoping to have a conversation.

You said you'd call me back.

This is the second time
this week you blew me off.

No, I did not.

Mom, you normally respond

to your text messages right away.

And on Monday, I didn't
hear back from you

until : in the morning.

I was just busy. That's all.

I've seen you busy.

You weren't like this.

What's going on, Mom?

It's just too much work, okay?

That's all.

That's all.

Hey.

Let's have lunch.

I've got a couple things left to do,

then you and I can go grab a bite.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Do you remember where my office is?
- Mm-hmm.

Meet there and I'll come
get you as soon as I'm done.

Yes, ma'am.

You messing with me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Allie.

Got something?

Yeah, someone took out the screws

that hold the screen in.

Crawlspace runs all
the way to the basement.

That would give them access to the house

without going past the camera.

This is a pretty small hole.

Our Bigfoot's well over six foot.

I don't think that someone his size

- would fit through this.
- Hey.

Someone did fit through it.

See that?

And left a little bit
of themselves behind.

- Polyamide.
- Hmm.

Artificial fiber. Nylon .

You find it in cars,
airplanes, all sorts of fabrics.

Okay, what about the dirt I found?

That's more interesting.

Huh, under the microscope,

there was a substance
that I couldn't identify.

So, I ran it in the Atlas,
because we don't have

a scanning electron microscope.

And can I just say,

for-forgive me for
getting on my soapbox,

but the fact that this office,

with the important work that it does,

doesn't have a scanning
electron microscope,

- it's a crime against science...
- FOLSOM: Beau.

Beau.

What's in the dirt?

Oh, uh, uh, asbestos.

Well, there's no asbestos in the house.

Well, could it have come
from another house

that was being worked on?

Oh, that's doubtful. It was
a pretty high concentration.

I might know where it came from.

Hey.

- Can I have some room?
- Yeah.

I've been digging into Elliot
Painter's real estate business.

Painter's wife said he was cheap.

Turns out he was in trouble for it.

What kind of trouble?

Homeowners in one of his developments

say they were getting sick
because Painter

didn't clear a toxic material
from the site.

Asbestos.

And some homeowners held a demonstration

two weeks ago in front of Davis' house.

(OVER VIDEO): My name is Carlo Rey.

I'm a dead man.

Elliot Painter k*lled me.

He k*lled my wife.

Poisoned us with the
ground under our home.

So, I've brought some of it here.

And I say, shame on you.

Shame.

ALL: Shame! Shame! Shame!

Mr. Rey is a chemical engineer.

So, he knows phosphorous,

and he's angry at Elliot Painter.

Guys, that sling that he's wearing.

FOLSOM: Well, looks like blue Nylon .

- Mm-hmm.
- But he doesn't look like Bigfoot.

Maybe he knows him.

♪ ♪

- REY: Hello?
- Mr. Rey?

- Yes? Yes.
- Carlo Rey?

Las Vegas Police, sir.

Could you open up the door, please?

You'll have to wait. I'm not dressed.

I think you are, sir.

Open up the door.

- Just a minute.
- (CLATTERING)

He's running.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

RAJAN: Mr. Rey, this is absurd.

Mr. Rey, stop.

Stay there and keep your hands in sight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, careful.

Do I get medical?

(LABORED BREATHING)

Mr. Rey, it's okay.

Just breathe. I've got you.

There's no reason to be afraid.

Yes. Yes, there is.

This is about him, isn't it?

Are you feeling any better, Mr. Rey?

I have stage-four lung cancer
that's metastasized

to my liver and brain.

I have five months to live, maybe.

A little better, thanks.

And you blame Elliot Painter
for your illness?

Painter built on hazardous waste.

Then hired a fly-by-night
disposal company

that didn't clear one-tenth
of what was there.

He k*lled my wife. He's k*lling me.

He made my son sick.

So, yes, I guess I do.

You know Painter's dead?

I heard that.

Obviously, you didn't
want to talk to us about it.

- Why was that?
- "Why"?

You mean, did I k*ll him?

Sure, I ran up and threw
some malignant cells on him.

Are you serious?

So, why did you run

when we came to the door?

I've said a lot of things about Painter.

I know how that looks to the police.

I got scared.

I don't know how many days I have left.

I didn't want to waste one of them

in a room like this.

Sir, you're here because of a rally

you held at Davis Painter's house.

Why hold it there?

It's not where Elliot lives.

Elliot's home is in a gated community.

Couldn't get there.

It's a great way to scope out
a place before burning it down.

Isn't it?

If you say so.

RAJAN: We'll need to run some tests,

take some DNA.

I'll also need a sample of this bag.

I'm a human pincushion these days.

You can take whatever you want.

That ain't Bigfoot.

He's about two-thirds of one, I'd say.

Whoever did this had to crawl
under the house,

dragging gallons of gasoline...

Rey can barely walk.

Let's see what the tests say.

How long will this take?

Not long.

I just need to run these next door.

Can I get you some more water?

Can I get a little ibuprofen?

I'm in some pain.

Of course. I'll get some.

I'm really sorry...

... for what you've been through.

It's-it's horrible.

Ms. Rajan, is it?

Thank you.

(QUIET CHATTER)

Hi, excuse me?

I'm looking for my mom, Max Roby.

- You have any idea where she is?
- Uh, no,

but things are kind of
hopping around here.

- I-I don't know where she is.
- Okay, thanks.

You're her son?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ha! I'm Beau Finado.

I'm new around here.

Well, newish.

I-I got to say, I'm a huge
fan of your mom's.

She's been really helpful to me.

Just an outstanding boss.
You've got to be proud.

- Yeah.
- And the way

she came back from that as*ault.
It was amazing.

When we were at the hospital,
there was a moment

when I thought we'd lost her.

I heard angels' wings flapping.

But then she b*at it, she came back.

Your mom, your mom, she's a rock.

- Yeah, a rock.
- Yeah.

Listen, I'm going to go.

If you see my mom, could you tell her...

Tell her whatever you want.

♪ ♪

Yeah, so, bad news.

Ma'am?

That's, oh...

Oh, God, I am so sorry.

I'm sorry, what?

PARK: The, uh, DNA from Carlo Rey

isn't a match with
the sample we found on the ring.

It's not his.

No on DNA?

No on DNA.

Oh, we're oh-for-two then.

The cloth sample we took from Rey

isn't the same material
as the thread from the house.

But every piece of DNA that we find

says that Rey didn't do it,

and I'm just not buying it.

That man is way too small.

And Bigfoot doesn't lie.

Yeah?

Well, I'll call Allie,

tell her to cut him loose.

- You know what bugs me?
- Hmm?

Why put on the Bigfoot costume at all?

You want to disguise yourself,

put on a hoodie and a ballcap
like everyone else.

It's simpler.

Maybe, maybe not.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

Okay.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

I hear we're cutting Rey loose.

Puts us back at square one.

Yeah.

Can we talk?

Uh, okay.

You said you would call
after dinner and you didn't.

Oh, it was late.

I had a few drinks and went to bed.

Is that what this is about?

You didn't tell me the truth
about Jocelyn Lozando.

Whoa, what do you mean?

You told me you dated.

You didn't say you lived
together for two years.

How do you know that?

I looked her up.

You stalked her?

All I did was look her up.

And for two years, her home
address was your apartment.

You acted like you
went out a couple times.

If you wanted to know
about our relationship,

why didn't you just ask me
instead of going online?

I don't know.

Why weren't you honest with me

- in the first place?
- You're upset

because I had a serious
relationship with a woman?

No.

You just...

You made it sound
like it was no big deal.

And clearly it was.

And now you're seeing her again.

We had Chinese food and touched base.

She and her partner are really serious.

You think I would cheat?

You don't know anything about me.

♪ ♪

- Mr. Rey.
- Yeah.

You can go.

- I passed?
- Yes.

All right.

Oh, um, thank you for the ibuprofen.

It helped.

No problem.

I hope you don't take this wrong,

but you remind me of my wife a little.

Why is that?

She was kind, too.

It's only been two months
since she passed,

and I still feel like she's with me.

Right here.

She's always right here.

Every minute.

Mr. Rey, I'm so sorry.
I've completely forgot.

I need to fill out some paperwork,

to get you out of here free and clear.

I just need to...

Excuse me.

Thanks, man.

Yo, Chris.

I need to run the DNA
from the ring again.

♪ ♪

It's his wife.

The DNA on the ring

matches Carlo Rey's wife.

It's hers.

He must have had it with him.

Maybe around his neck?

The ring isn't proof he was there.

And Rey is smart. He'll never admit it.

Plus, he's about
inches shy of Bigfoot.

Yes, he is.

That's Rey.

There's no way you can mistake him

for whoever walked out that door.

Rey mentioned he had a son.

What about him?

I checked him out.

His name's Michael Rey.

He's at county being
treated for thyroid cancer,

which is curable, I guess.

Okay, so he's angry at Painter, too.

- So, there is motive.
- Doesn't matter.

He's an inch shorter than his father.

You know, something has always bugged me

about this Bigfoot video.

His strides are too short.

He is taking steps too small
for someone of his size.

- What does that mean?
- Either he's in...

Either he's injured or he's
carrying added weight.

- FOLSOM: Like what?
- ROBY: Like a person.

That's why Rey needed that costume.

Not to cover him, but to cover them.

- That's two people.
- We can't prove it.

Rey is never going to give up his kid.

- Well, you said Michael Rey has thyroid cancer.
- Yeah.

- Then we can prove it.
- How?

FOLSOM: You'll see.

You shouldn't be in here.

FOLSOM: Eh, that's okay, Michael.

Listen, we're here to talk about this.

See, the good news about thyroid
cancer is that it's curable.

The bad news is radiation therapy

makes you a little glowy, temporarily.

Even your sweat is radioactive.

See, every time you touch something,

you leave a little gamma ray smudge.

RAJAN: So, we know what you did.

You and your father
crawled under the house.

When Davis Painter got home,

you must have forced him
to call his father

and get him to come over.

RAJAN: Then you strapped them down,

wrapped Davis's head...

(MUFFLED GRUNTS)

... and Elliot was forced
to watch his son die.

Then you set your ignition.

And made your escape.

- None of that's true.
- FOLSOM: Here's the thing.

Your dad will never
live until the trial.

A confession might get you both bail.

He could die at home.

RAJAN: If neither of you

show any remorse,

or accept responsibility,

I'd wager bail gets denied.

Michael,

your father will die in a cell.

No. He shouldn't have done that.

What if I say it was my idea?

It was. I talked him into it.

Will that help him?

Is there anything I can
say that will help him?

I don't think so.

I understand that you were
angry with Elliot Painter.

I get it.

But, as a father,

how could you k*ll his son?

He hadn't done anything to you.

My wife d*ed because
cancer filled her lungs.

I watched her drown in bed.

I wanted Painter to know that feeling.

To witness that.

He b*rned my family.

b*rned them out of existence.

So I b*rned his.

♪ Miles and miles on my own... ♪

We should do this more often.

- We make a good team.
- Mm.

♪ I follow on ♪

Josh.

♪ A language to find hard to hear ♪

What?

I was in the locker room

when you and Chavez talked.

I wasn't trying to eavesdrop,

there just wasn't time to say anything.

I thought you should know.

Okay.

And it's none of my business,

but I don't think
you need to worry about

who Chavez wants to be with.

Did she say something to you?

She doesn't have to.

I see the way she looks at you.

♪ Would be to me ♪

♪ The greatest thing ♪

♪ Could you take my place ♪

♪ And stand here ♪

♪ I do not think you'd take this pain ♪

♪ You'll be on your knees ♪

♪ And struggle under the weight ♪

♪ Oh, the truth would be
a beautiful thing ♪

♪ Oh, the truth is a beautiful thing ♪

You're right.

I should have just talked to you.

I might have some trust issues.

You can blame my family,

mostly because they're not
here to defend themselves.

We've been together a few months.

Sometimes that's when people
get second thoughts.

That's not what this is.

I barely have first thoughts.

So, you're just an idiot?

That's me.

Can I come in?

♪ Hold your hand ♪

♪ Would be to me the greatest thing ♪

♪ To hold your heart ♪

♪ To hold your hand ♪

Mom, a guy told me
that you were att*cked,

put in the hospital and nearly d*ed.

Did that happen?

Yes.

And I didn't tell you because I
didn't want you to worry, okay?

Oh, you didn't want me to worry?

Bryan, you have got your own life.

I don't want to go
pulling on your sleeve

every time something happens to me.

I'm fine. The doctors took care of me.

I am fine. Really.

Mom, please do not lie to me.

I can't sleep.

Like not at all.

I get in the bed,

and then I... and then I just start...

I start thinking about it.

(SIGHS)

You have to take
some time off from work.

Work's the only thing that's
holding me together, baby.

Okay, so here's what we're going to do.

I'm going to stay here
for a little while.

Bryan, you don't have to do that.

I'm going to stay here
for a little while,

and I'm going to make sure

that when you are home,
you get some rest.

And I'll make the meals.

And I'll clean.

You going to clean?

Yeah, I'm-a clean.

And we can watch House Hunters.

You hate House Hunter.

Yeah, I do.

But it's your favorite.

Okay?

Okay.

All right, you lay down.

And close your eyes for a little bit.

Come on. Lay down.

Okay. I'm going to go see

- what you got in the kitchen, all right?
- Okay.

♪ ♪

Okay, so for tonight, I'm thinking

the best option is definitely takeout.