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Okay, folks, ball is on the wheel.

It's last call for Betty.

We have a

winner. Are you getting this?

Blue plaid shirt, past posting chocolate
chips, table R49.

We've got to shut them down.

Sir,

can I help you?

Sorry, yes. You can help me.

You have to change for a penny.

This is federal, sir. It's a bomb.

I know it's not my jurisdiction, but it
is my casino.

I'm on the next plane.

Hey.

Oh, great.

All right, all hands on deck on this
one.

Blast circumference, roughly 18 by 12.
We got three dead and several dozen

injured, so let's get on it.

I'll look for bomb parts.

I'll shoot the overalls.

Henry and I will document the detonation
blast area. I'll measure you photo.

So, I know you're applied for the
directorship.

Stage doesn't get any bigger than this,
Sarah. You want this case?

Good. It's yours.

I know this is going to sound
insensitive, but don't you think a

a vest would have taken out way more
people than this?

Yeah. So, what, a faulty bomb?

You put a vest on like that in a public
place, I got to think that you're

planning on taking as many people with
you as possible.

Yeah.

So what do you think, first blood?

Terrorism.

Why do you say that?

They get terrified.

Harbor Patrol, I'm Officer Cinta.

These men are from San Diego PD.

I have orders to remove all trespassers.
Please show me your hands.

I'm going to give you about two seconds
to turn around, or I'm going to consider

you a threat and shoot you right here on
this boat.

Shark fins.

Looks like somebody jumped a shark.

FBI has its perks.

How many dead?

Three. A lot of injured.

We don't have a count.

She's one of ours. Her name is Romina
Gonzalez.

I saw the surveillance video. You want
to talk to her now.

She was the last person to speak to the
bomber before he self -detonated.

Romina, hang in there, honey.

This is Gonzalez.

I'm Catherine Willis, special agent with
the FBI.

I don't think it was supposed to work
today.

I just needed the money. I just need to
ask.

Could you recall your conversation you
had with the bomber?

Where's your kids?

Uh, yeah, those are my babies.

She's too bound up for cars.

Fifty bucks a day, right?

Could you come with me to the cage? I
just need to cash in a few chips for

So he was listening to someone on the
other end of an earpiece?

All right, check the femoral.

Yeah.

Heard it get still in place? It is.

My daughter's name.

Romina Maria.

All right.

BP's dropping.

Doctor, we need some help over here.

Romina? Ma 'am, please, step back.

Start compression.

It's all ahead from the hospital.

Careful arrival.

Let's start a line.

FBI Special Agent Willis has been
authorized by the LA Bureau to take over

bomb site.

Sarah. Catherine.

Hey.

I am so sorry. What a mess.

She's got it from L .A. I saw the
footage on the news. How can I help?

Well, I'm not exactly sure.

It's a conflict of interest.

Legally, I'm the owner of the Eclipse.
Building and everything in it is my

responsibility. Of course, yes. Yes, it
is. But you and I both know you can't be

in here.

Three of my employees are dead. What am
I supposed to do?

Wait in the hospitality suite?

Sarah, I'm not here to cause trouble,
but I'm also not here to sit on the

sidelines. And as long as there are
bodies on the floor of my father's

need to continue to work this case.

Okay?

Okay.

I ran your name. Says you used to run
the Las Vegas crime lab.

Long time ago. Do you mind telling me
why you're unlawfully on this vessel?

Well, see...

That's my boat over there. The poacher
who owns this boat has violated Fish and

Game Code 8599, which states it is
unlawful to slice the dorsal fin off a

Carcharodon carcarius unless you bring
the whole carcass ashore. But white

sharks can only be taken for scientific
or educational purposes under permit.

This boat has no permit.

My job is to confiscate the evidence
documented.

and prepare it for international and or
domestic court.

I had to ask.

So now you're, what, a CSI at sea?

Kind of.

Shark fin soup is bad.

It's worth getting arrested for.

Bastard lied about needing to get money
from the cage.

He'd lured Romina over after he found
out she had children.

Pretty cruel.

I'm good here.

Release everything back to Sarah.

For this piece of work, just grab his
photo and run it through NCIC, Big Toss,

local DMV. I want a name.

Would you have assumed this if I was a
nun or a Hasidic Jew?

They also cover themselves based on
religious beliefs.

Considering what your husband did, Mrs.
Karmini, I would.

Have you ever known, Hesha, terrorism is
not a stretch if you're on my side of

the law?

My husband converted to Islam because we
fell in love, Mrs. Seidl.

I came to America so that I could live
free as a woman.

Here, women have a chance to live and to
love.

without being stoned to death.

To you, he's a criminal.

But to me, he was a husband.

He was my salvation.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

That does not forgive what he did to
those people, I know.

Mrs. Karmimi, help me.

If not terrorism, then why would your
husband strap a bomb to his body and do

that? I don't know.

My husband is not a terrorist.

Anything, he had a gambling problem.

I took him to our imam to speak to him.
him at the mark. I even took him to

therapy.

Therapy for his addiction?

Yes. He was doing well for a while, but
then the therapist

of his, she unexpectedly quit her
practice.

And then he just spiraled.

What the hell is that?

Hey, you garbagemen find anything gold
and square about yay big? Something gold

and metal flew out of the bomber's vest.

Chest high, right side?

Yeah. Why?

I noticed this hand -stitched lining on
the inside of the bomber's vest.

Almost like a homemade pocket.

Gold medal piece.

I found it earlier, but I wasn't sure
what it was.

This flew out of the bomber's right
breast pocket. But this vest doesn't

have inside pockets.

Looks like this gold God -knows -what
was purposely sewn into the vest. Good

catch. Now, there's some kind of etching
on it.

Maybe I can lift it.

Forgive me, but who is Lady Heather?

She's a sex therapist Grissom had a
thing with back in the day -day.

Not like a sexual one, more like an
intellectual one.

Anyway, he worked a couple cases with
her and against her.

So what do we think, that she could be
involved in this somehow?

I don't know, but we'd like to find out
why this piece of metal with Lady

Heather's initials on it flew from the
bomber's jacket.

Sarah. Wait.

This is going to sound like an odd
request, but do you know where Grissom

Grissom? Yeah.

Let me see. Grab a globe, spin it, look
for the blue, and pick an ocean.

He could be anywhere. Why? We think Lady
Heather might have something to do with

the bombing.

Lady Heather?

Well, even if she did, what does that
have to do with my ex -husband?

Lady Heather is in the wind, all right?
We're getting a warrant for her house as

we speak.

Come on, if anybody knows this woman
inside and out, it's Grissom. I figured

could provide some deeper insight.

Conrad, with all due respect, this
entire building is working the bombing

Greg and I have history with Lady
Heather. We got it covered. I know, sir,

this bombing is international news now.

I'd feel better if we exhaust all
resources.

Do you at least have a cell?

Well, if that's the case, Conrad, then I
need to come up there.

But you're going to have to get me out
of this first.

Hello.

Let him go.

Are you sure about this, Sheriff?

Okay. I'll arrange transport and
relinquish him into your custody.

It's your lucky day, pal. I tell you not
to leave town, but I guess you're going

to send the city.

Fagin.

Mr. Grissom?

Oh, my God. Hi.

Welcome back.

It's been a long time since I saw you
last.

Oh, but hey, check it out.

CSI level one. I did it.

You know what the crazy thing is?

It's my birthday.

Do you want to take my blood or offer me
a chocolate -covered grasshopper?

Oh, but anyway, I got to run.

It was great to see you, as always.

See ya.

Sarah.

Jill.

I'm back.

I see that.

Grissom.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Let's step in D .B.'s office, Sarah.

D .B., Grissom.

Hi. I'm Diebenkorn Russell.

Pleasure to finally meet you, Jill.

My brains used to sit on that shelf.

Yeah, I traded brains for mushrooms.

Hope you don't mind.

Gil, if we could really use some insight
on Lady Heather.

The most pressing issue is this.

At the blast site, we found a piece of
gold metal with the letters LHK

on it. It flew out of the bomber's
suicide vest.

Well, that's her logo, but I don't know
what this is.

When was the last time you spoke with
her?

A few days ago, by phone.

Gets your cell services better than it
used to be.

Who wants to catch me up?

Gil! Hey.

I heard you were coming by.

Catherine, because your name is on the
deed to the Eclipse, it might be cleaner

if you work other avenues for us, okay?
Sure.

I'll work up a chronological timeline
and psychological profile on Lady

Good luck with that.

Sarah, your warrant came in.

Lady Heather's house is all yours.

Perfect. Grissom and I will check it
out.

Wow, 30 minutes in the car, no words. If
you were playing that silent car game,

you'd definitely win.

I thought we were talking.

All right, listen, you know, before we
go in there and deal with Lady Heather,

just want to acknowledge that you and I
haven't spoken much since the divorce,

or before it, for that matter. We both
went our separate ways. You're doing

chocolate stove thing, I'm in the field.

Things end, I get it. But you and I are
professional.

And as professionals, I think it's in
the best interest of the case if we put

a unified front, you know, work as a
team.

So let's put on our game faces and keep
it professional.

See, mine's on.

You ready to go in?

Seeing you again left me a little
speechless.

Dr. Tesler?

Las Vegas crime lab.

From 2000 to 2006, Lady Heather ran a
role -playing Red Room out of her home.

Whips, chains, pig masks, the whole ball
of sex wax.

In 2006, she shut down the Red Room
after her daughter Zoe was murdered.

Overnight, her Red Room clients became
therapy patients where she started her

own psychiatry practice.

And three months ago, she abruptly shut
down her practice.

Why?

Well, here's the thought.

This year, Lady Heather's granddaughter,
Allison, daughter of Zoe, was hit by a

car while walking to school. She died
three months ago, right around the time

she quit her practice.

You think the two incidents are related?

I don't know yet.

Lady Heather told me something a long
time ago that I never forgot.

She told me that there are many things
that you can give a man, your body, your

time, even your heart, but the one thing
that you can never, ever... ever let go

of is your power.

I think that you lost everything that
mattered to her daughter and her

granddaughter. I mean, it's painful
enough to lose one child, but two?

What else did she have to live for but
to wield her power of revenge?

Not to mention we're dealing with the
master of the human mind.

Yeah. If anybody can convince someone to
blow themselves up, it's her.

What? You got something?

I just put my pole in the water, and I
got a hit.

What is that?

Sorry. I wish I had better news,
especially given all the blood you guys

in Lady Heather's house.

None of these blood samples belong to
Lady Heather, not one.

Amalagenin is XY, donor's male.

DNA from a carpet doesn't even match the
bomber.

So there's another male out there.

Along with Lady Heather.

Robbins found the other half of the gold
medal inside one of the female victims.

Looks like a key of some sort.

Not just any key.

This is a key to Heather's red room.

Where's that?

The dungeon.

Oh, Heather, what have you done now?

Am I interrupting anything?

Only my precious thoughts, Henry.

Did you bring the movie?

Thumb drive.

What are you, Henry, about 5 '10", 160
pounds?

164. Why?

I'm going to make a bomb.

We're going to blow you up.

Oh.

Okay.

Great.

So, um, where did you learn how to build
homemade bombs?

And does the bomb you're currently
working on have any chance of blowing us

If our organization fails to put
poachers in jail for pillaging our

we've been known to blow holes in their
boats.

You can do that?

Not legally.

There.

Put the vest on.

I see I'm right on time.

Okay.

Bomb's hot.

Behind the wall.

Three, two...

Look at the blast circumference.

Now, look at the blast pattern from the
casino.

Yeah, they're identical.

Now look at this.

See the outline on the brick of the C4
Raptor? The rectangle?

There's enough explosive here to level
the entire casino floor.

Well, based on the tool marks and the
stick of putty, the bomber only used a

quarter of the explosive.

Explains why there weren't more
casualties.

What's bothering me is all the C4 we
can't account for.

Closer to the kids.

Can I call it now?

I'm gonna call it now.

Hey, down in front.

Hey, lady.

Call it now.

Hey, you're blocking the view.

My gosh, he's got a bomb!

Are you doing okay?

You're doing great.

I just want to check you out.

Can you tell me your name?

Am I going to have to get a little
closer to take a peek?

I'm going to get you out of here in no
time.

Correction.

I'll get us out of here in no time.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You don't want
to do that.

You're already a hero today, ma 'am. All
the children got out alive.

Why would you make me say that?

I'm just feeding her commands. She's a
male bomber. Can you get audio on the

voice, male and female?

Anthony, can you establish gender of the
voice in her ear?

No, negative.

The voice is too soft.

I've got four colored wires here.

I'm going to have to cut them in order.

Okay.

I will. I'll tell him.

Sir.

Sir. I'm almost there.

Stop.

Time's up.

One more.

I'm here for Lady Heather.

It doesn't make sense.

Why wouldn't the bomber take out every
man, woman, and child when she could?

I think whoever was on the other end of
that earpiece was in the process of

trying to exercise control.

I think he was sending us a message.

He?

You don't even think there's a
possibility that Lady Heather was on the

end of that earpiece?

I don't. Gil, she's a puppeteer. She's
been controlling people for a living for

years.

So, according to your theory, Lady
Heather is the dominant in this

giving orders.

And the female bomber is the submissive,
taking orders, right?

Right. By rule, the dominant is not
allowed to hurt the submissive.

And if for some reason they do, the
submissive is allowed to use the safe

and discontinue the pain.

This is not some fetish game. Sarah,
Heather would never hurt anyone with the

intent to kill, especially innocent
people and children.

It goes against everything she stands
for therapeutically.

What was your safe word with her?

Stop.

We certainly could have used that word
today.

My name is Catherine Willis. I'm a
special agent with the FBI.

You're probably wondering why you're
here.

At school today, did you hear about
anything happening in the news?

Some kids said a bomb went off.

That's right.

There was an explosion at the Eclipse
Hotel.

Mom works there.

I know, sweetheart. That's why I'm here.

Is she okay?

I'm sorry, honey.

Your mother passed away earlier today.

Listen.

I want you to know that...

I was with your mom before she died.

And she held my hand like I'm holding
yours right now.

And she told me how proud she was of her
daughters, Maria and

Helena.

What's going to happen now?

Who's going to look after us?

What about your father?

Mom was what we had.

We don't have anyone else.

I talked to the principal.

The woman who blew herself up was a
teacher here.

This is her classroom.

According to him, she'd been put on
administrative leave twice for mental

instability. The school district paid
for a therapist.

He never gets a name.

Dr. Kessler.

What kind of a person thrusts a bond to
her chest and self -detonates it out of

school?

Perhaps someone under the influence of
Devil's Breath.

Burundanga. The most dangerous drug in
the world.

It's a flower that grows rampant in
South America.

One whiff of its airborne pollen and the
recipient relinquishes all control.

They'll do anything on command, from
emptying their bank accounts for

to putting on a suicide vest.

I found these on the teacher's desk.

My theory is that whoever was behind the
bombings gave her these flowers right

before she went into that school play.

Wow.

Thank you.

That's so sweet.

Are you a parent?

Neurologically, the drug is so potent,
it literally turned off the judgment

receptors in her brain, causing her to
kill without processing the

So, did the first bomber, the male from
the casino, have devil's breath in the

system? According to Toc, no. Well, I
don't think the male bomber needed any

extra flower power. He was already
pissed off at the casino for losing all

money. So, what are the connections
between the two bombers?

Both were patients of Lady Heather.

Is she the co -conspirator in all this
for the mastermind?

I think she's being framed.

Grissom has this theory that Lady
Heather's being framed even though he

have a motive and making every argument
to validate her innocence when

everything that he's ever taught us
about the sanctity of evidence points to

her.

Everything you say is true.

But we still don't have proof.

So what if it's not her?

Who else could it be?

Who might have access to things they
shouldn't have access to?

Three months of cassettes missing.

Hey, Jim.

Hello?

Jim, are you still outside?

I'm here.

There's someone in the house.

Dr. Kessler?

Dr. Kessler!

Stop right there!

Heather! Stop! Don't move!

Heather!

You

okay?

No. Come with me. I'm all right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, you
have some thermal burns, okay? We need

get you to the hospital.

Stay with me, all right? Hold on to me.

This is CSI title and an ambulance and a
fire department.

I'm sorry, Gil.

Hello,

Heather.

Come on.

You still have your rings.

You never take your rings off.

Why would I?

I have to bring you in.

Everyone in law enforcement thinks
you're responsible for these bombings.

Previously on CSI. Can I help you?

You and I both know you can't be in
here. There are bodies on the floor of

casino. I need to continue to work this
case. Lady Heather might have something

to do with the bombing. Do you know
where Grissom is?

He could be anywhere.

I'm back.

I see that.

Everyone thinks you're responsible for
these bombings. I am.

I'm here for Lady Heather.

Thank you.

I haven't spoken to her about the case,
but she's come in here voluntarily, so

please treat her with respect.

Of course.

Dr. Kessler, thank you very much for
coming in today.

Obviously, we have a lot of questions
for you about the bombings. And

I can provide answers.

I'll start, Dr.

Kessler. As much as I'd like to roll out
the voluntary red carpet and welcome

you here to your own bombing party, I
can't find it in my bones to overrule my

gut. So I'm just going to ask you the
obvious question.

Are you or are you not behind the
bombings?

Your hostility connotes jealousy and
resentment.

Doesn't suit you, Sarah.

You know what? I'm not in the mood yet.

I'd like you to answer my question.

And I'd like some more tea.

Dr. Kessler, we'll get you some more tea
in a moment, but I do have a question

for you. I came here to clear my name
out the way.

At your residence, our CSI found a lot
of blood in your living room. Not a drop

of it was yours.

Can you explain that?

I came home after a long day and was
surprised by an intruder.

And you didn't bother to call the cops?

No.

After the death of my daughter Zoe and
the vehicular murder of my granddaughter

Allison, I've lost all faith in law
enforcement.

What about the lookalike in your home?

The lady who blew up in your car?

I don't know who she was.

I assume whoever's framing me sent her
in to fence her on a wild goose chase.

The only one sending us on a wild goose
chase is you.

You only have your claws out because of
the intimacy between your ex -husband

and I.

Now who's being hostile?

Needle away, Sarah. After all, I've been
on both sides of the breaking.

All right. Okay.

Clearly my presence here is distracting.

I'm out of here.

You mentioned being framed.

Could that have anything to do with the
missing client tapes?

Sarah found three months of mini
-cassettes missing from your office.

Do you think whoever's framing you...
Yes.

How else would the bomber know about the
gambling and mental issues of my

patients?

Just breathe, Sarah. She's only trying
to get a rise out of you. And the more

you let her get to you, the more control
she has. I know.

I'm sorry, I...

I lost my cool.

Damn it.

Don't beat yourself up.

I don't feel the way you do about
Grissom. I don't want to kill the bitch

my bare hands.

I'm a woman. I know it when I see it.

So does she.

Remember that.

I'm going back in.

I shut down my practice the day my
granddaughter died.

The second she left this world, I lost
everything I ever cared about. I

go on.

I gave my patients three months' notice,
and I retired.

Is that why you sent your patient into
my casino?

To enact revenge on the world?

You told Griffin that you were the one
behind the bombings.

I am.

Is that a confession?

I'm not implicating myself as the
mastermind behind the bombings or the

My suspicion is someone is framing me
and may be a former Red Room client of

mine. I just don't know who or why.

Can you provide a list of names?

Of course I can.

That's everyone.

All 13 Gold Key members.

Ma 'am?

What are you doing?

The blood found in your home was male.

I'm eliminating the female suspects for
now.

Oh.

May I?

Why are they eliminated?

They're dead. Heart attack, aneurysm,
drug overdose, cancer.

That means five.

In your opinion, do you think one of
these five men is the mastermind behind

bombings?

I do.

That's my ID card.

I'm a mechanic at McCarran International
Airport. We're the 11th busiest airport

in the world with over a million
surveillance cameras. Mr. Simmer, do I

your consent to swab your mouth for a
DNA sample?

Oh, yeah.

Mr.

Whittington, I'm all done, sir.

Mr. Torito, you can open your mouth, or
I can get a court order to get your DNA

another way, but I don't think you're
going to like it.

How are you, doll?

Thank you. Next.

I was her first client, you know, Lady
Heather.

Congratulations. Open up, please. When
she got you into her bed, you didn't

anything else.

You want to do me a favor?

Open your mouth and shut up.

Thank you, Mr. Rooney.

Thank you.

May I ask you a personal question?

Please. How long have you been in that
wheelchair?

For as long as I can remember.

Negative. None of the five suspects' DNA
matches the blood we found at Lady

Heather's. Dead end.

Well, you won't be able to hold them.
No.

Just paying for the hospital breath is
going to be fine.

Giving the nurses hell, of course, but
keeping them entertained.

Hey, you.

What you got there?

You going somewhere?

Me? No.

It's Mr. Grissom's.

Did you forget your luggage? I found it
outside the front door.

It's not mine.

It's not?

It says your name on it.

Is that a human body?

Wait a minute, Doc. Hold up.

I think there's something in his mouth.

What is that?

It's a micro SD card.

SD as in secure digital?

This is what you guys found inside the
kidhouse.

Mm -hmm.

What in the world is that?

Looks like some form of digital identity
consumer.

If you're watching this video, I want
you dead.

If you're not dead, you've been kept
alive for the purpose of psychological

torture.

Human heads will rip off shoulders.

Bones will snap and fly from flesh.

Innocent blood will stain and spill.

Casino Man and Teacher Lady were just
the beginning.

The grand finale is specifically
designed for you.

I have DNA results on Torso Man.

A curious name popped up and coded. Do
you guys remember a man named Jacob

Wolfowitz? He was convicted of killing
Lady Heather's daughter years ago. He's

also the man that Lady Heather almost
killed until you intervened.

Heather!

Stop it! Let me go!

You cannot do this!

Please! I'm saying stop.

It was Wolfowitz in that suitcase.

Wasn't he sentenced to life in prison?

Well, he's out.

Well, half of him, anyway.

So, clearly, somebody out there is
obsessed with Lady Heather, and by the

of what we found in the suitcase,
somebody might be obsessed with you,

I am drawing sea creatures, whales and
sharks metaphor for

Vegas. If you think about whales, bring
the money in the sharks, take it away.

Whales are bigger in size and stature,
but they're the submissive sharks are

smaller, but they're by far the more
dominant.

I think someone's out there playing the
dominant, but he's really the

submissive.

Okay? Listen, I need a favor.

The new girl.

She's having a bit of a rough one. She
thinks she let you down. I was hoping

might be able to help her process the
suitcase, give her a little of that

Griffin TLC.

She could really use it. I'd rather not.

I'm quite content here.

Where did that girl come from, anyway?

My vagina.

You don't recognize her?

That's Lindsay.

That's my daughter.

Oh, look at that.

I got an ear.

I got an ear!

Did I hear you right? You got an ear?

Yeah, come here. Yeah, I got an ear.
This stuff's amazing.

Whoever sent this video was using
homemade software to swirl the image,

So pixel by pixel, I've been trying to
reverse the digital concealment.

It's like unscrambling scrambled eggs or
something, but I got an ear.

And we know that our bomber is
Caucasian.

From what we can surmise from the
partially reassembled photo and the

voice analysis, the person in the video
is Caucasian.

40s maybe.

We also believe that the gender isn't
female.

Are you clearing me?

I'm clearing you from being the person
in the video.

I have not ruled you out in this aspect.

But you're not here alone without
Grissom to show me a marbled face and

audio. You're here for another reason,
aren't you?

I'm here based on what I've shown you to
ask you if you have any idea who's

behind this.

and patients come through my domain
throughout the years. Any one of them

after me for a million unforeseeable
reasons. I'm not talking about you,

Heather.

This is about Grissom.

Why would one of your clients or
patients be after him?

If you're not behind this, then help me.

Help him.

You're scared for him, aren't you?

I am.

Do you love him?

I do.

I believe you.

You should.

Do you?

Do I what?

Love him.

No.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

That's the way, Lindsay.

It's all in the rift.

What's her motto?

Too much dust, the evidence may rust.

Dust too lightly, it acts impolitely.

I got another one for you.

Evidence may bear, even if rare.

But it's what's not there that gives you
a scare.

That's my favorite one yet.

Wow.

I think I might have one for you.

Go ahead.

I think I found a clue, like in the
plot.

What doesn't belong is X marks the spot.

Hey, I know what those numbers are.

Latitude and longitude.

Dr. Grissom, meet Mr.

Thin Dabber, the latest craze in the
medical industry.

These synthetic cadavers were all the
rage last year at the Surgeon's

held in Boston.

They allow doctors to perform surgeries
without having to use real bodies. I

prefer the real dead bodies. Me too.

Ow!

Don't move, Doc.

Sorry, my little Apis Melisera.

Good work, Doc.

So what do you think?

Cell phone tower?

Insecticides?

I mean, for you guys to bail on your
queen like that, leaving her to fend for

herself in the company of immature bees?

No wonder colony collapse disorder is an
issue in your hive.

I was talking to the bees.

Shocker.

I heard you were in here. I thought
maybe you could do some help.

I'd love some.

I miss working side by side with you.

You and the bees.

Question is, how did the bee get in the
cadaver?

I believe, Mr. B, rest in peace.

Hits derived from the woods.

Toxonomy came back.

Insecta, Hymenoptera, Apocryta, Epodia,
and Adrenidae.

A mining bee.

Forest area?

Mount Charleston?

Never been.

The world's greatest bloodhound.

So you've already trained the bees with
nectar, and each color -coded jar has

its own individual recipe.

And we place the open jars into six
different regions on Mount Charleston,

cover the whole forest.

Okay, kids.

Take these and place them.

Caps off.

Use the maps.

Follow your maps exactly.

Now, all we have to do is paint the bees
to match the color region so we know

where they've been.

We're in the northwest part of the
forest, we're in the southeast part of

forest. Once they're painted, we simply
bid them adieu, and the search is on.

When we release the colored bees, their
first priority is to separate and find

their nectar.

While in flight, they naturally inhale
everything in the forest, so when they

return to their colored boxes, we can
test their hives for the presence of

humans in high elevations.

So, if we get a hit, we'll know exactly
where to look.

First time for everything.

Well done.

Cass, the swirl image.

It wasn't designed just to conceal the
face.

It has friction ridges. It's an ulnar
loop.

No, no, this is a hidden fingerprint.

Hey, Orange is back.

Orange is region six. Man, they're fast.

Human presence negative.

So he's not in the southeast corner. We
can eliminate that region.

Five more to go.

Hey, Green is back.

Oh, my.

Here you are.

Red's here.

Finally, we got a hit.

Red, human presence.

Region 2, 7 ,500 feet elevation. That's
steep.

Top of the mountain, due north, Mount
Charleston.

Could be a hiker.

Yeah.

Could be a killer.

I got here as soon as I could.

Still searching.

Good work. We got a hit.

They're interrogated. They got you. One
of the five gold key suspects.

Greg, grab Morgan. We're heading out. We
got a name and residence of the bomber.

1475 Coving Gardens Road. I'll meet you
there.

Suspect's apartment is clear, but we
have reports of suspicious activity in

parking garage.

The timers are synchronized. We have
less than five minutes to figure this

The entire garage is rigged with
explosives on timers. The building is

occupied. We are in grave danger.
Repeat, we are in grave danger.

Hold your fire! She's wired!

Don't, Ben.

How is that possible?

Mr. Grissom.

DNA wasn't enough.

I push this button, your friends die.

I pull this cord, we die.

Finally, I have all the power.

break it, but we don't have time for the
bomb spot. This is our problem now.

What kind of bomb is this?

Daydream bomb.

If one goes off, they all go off.

Not to mention there's enough C4 in here
to take down this entire apartment

complex. The only way out of this is we
cut the wires at the same time. We each

have to take a car. Cut on my verbal
command. If we're a millisecond early or

late, the bombs will detonate.

This building is filled with civilians.
We can't walk away from this. It's all

or nothing now. Do or die.

You with me?

Mr. Benton, the illness you're
concealing is a cancer.

Lymphoma. If one leaves his blood in
Lady Heather's house while undergoing

cell treatment, changing the genetic
complexion of his DNA, does that make

two different people?

Scientifically, I have two genetic
makeups.

Your cheek swab will tell you that.

Philosophically, I sent those people in
to do my dirty work.

All for the purpose of coming face to
face with you.

Four colors here.

Orange, yellow, red, black.

Red, black.

Okay, we've got less than two minutes.

I want you to carefully take out your
wire cutters and steady the blades

the plastic coating of the red wire. I
repeat, the red wire.

Tick tock.

Tick tock. What do you want?

His life.

He ruined her.

He took her away from me the moment he
stopped Lady Heather from killing

Wolfowitz.

I was the first client.

I was the first man she slept with in
the dungeon.

And then you came along and you turned
her heart.

She quit role playing because of you.

She quit her practice because of you.

She quit me because of you.

And now, everything Heather and I once
had is

gone.

You can't lose something you never had,
Mr. Benton.

Lady Heather never slept with you.

She never slept with any of her clients
or her patients.

But you've been emotionally attached to
her, haven't you?

The question now is, how attached are
you to that bomb?

All right, listen to the sound of my
voice. We snip on one.

Your friends are dead.

I don't think so.

You see, I know about bombs.

I know about oceans, too.

There's a great mammal in the ocean
known as the 52 Hertz whale.

All year, he practices his love song for
the female.

Travels thousands of miles to find her.

But when he finally gets the chance to
serenade her, she doesn't give him a

back.

Why?

His love ballad is sung at 52 hertz.

A sonic signature one note higher than
the lowest sound of a tuba.

The average female hears at 10 to 15
hertz.

So she never hears his song.

They call him the lonely whale.

And year after year for a hundred years,
he works on a new love song.

And never ever gets a call back.

Eventually he dies off.

Forever alone.

Heartbreaking.

But you've been calling out too.

You've been calling out for Lady
Heather's love.

But she's not calling back, is she?

And the frightening part for you is...
She never will.

No. You don't have all...

Oh, my God.

It's okay. It's okay.

We did it.

We did it.

We did it. We did it.

We did it.

We did it.

Oh,

Jules.

Wherever I go, you go.

Heading out?

Yeah, yeah.

Not one for big goodbyes, cakes,
candles, and hullabaloo.

Well, I'm not one for goodbyes either,
which is why I'd like to put my hat

in the ring for that director position.

I mean, if Sarah doesn't take it.

Really?

Yeah, I'm coming back home.

Vegas is in my blood.

I have my daughter, Lindsay.

And just so much of what my father left
behind is here.

Not to mention those two little girls
who don't have anyone.

All reasons to come back where I belong.

Home.

And you are heading east, yeah? Yeah,
yeah.

Opportunity knocked.

Never too late to start a new chapter,
as they say.

Right.

So, can I help you carry anything?

Uh, no.

Actually, I got it.

Everything that's in my mind and in my
heart is right here in this box.

Okay, okay. One more, one more.

This way, Sheriff.

Great,

great. Thanks, guys.

Congratulations, Sarah. Thanks, Conrad.

Talk to you later.

Thank you.

I never thought I'd see this day coming.

But with DB out... You deserve it.

Vegas is lucky to have you.

The oceans are lucky to have you.

Ironic, isn't it?

I'm the one that always wanted to get
out of Vegas, and you're the one who

thought you would never leave.

Yeah.

I

hope

you find what you're looking for out
there.

I do.

That's it.

We're done.

Thanks for your statement. The DA may
ask you to testify, but that's entirely

to you.

Sure, whatever helps.

Heather.

Before I get back on my boat, I wanted
to thank you.

Thank me for what?

When we first met, I had a shell around
my heart.

I'd lost my belief in humanity.

The only truth I knew was empirical
science.

I just wanted to thank you for opening
my heart.

Through you, I learned to love someone.

She restores my faith in the human
being.

Plus, she helped me with my crossword
puzzles.

She's been my best friend.

I'll miss her for the rest of my life.

Hey, Sarah.

Front desk asked me to deliver this.

It's the videotape of Lady Heather's
final interview before Grifton released

her. Oh, great.

Thanks, Lindsay.

I watched the whole interrogation.

I learned a lot.

Especially the end.

You should watch it.

Good morning, my thoughts on leaving.

Back on the table, I thought you should
know.

And maybe powerful actions or

powerful feelings keep me from going.

Why did you do it? I couldn't sleep.

I knew you were gone.

All I need is all I was after, but you

couldn't give it.