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Previously on CSI: Vegas:

Hodges worked every case

you saw in that storage unit.

You think someone stole

your stuff and is using it to frame you?

That's exactly what I think.

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.

I'll let you know what I decide.

Damn.

Brah, she gonna be ready, huh?

Look at this.

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.

Eight thousand 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 killed

by bridesmaids at her son's wedding.

From 2006. Good memory.

We've 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 murder 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.

No, that was just the microwave.

My burrito is 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?

What?

- You need an A on this one.

- Mom.

Because I pay your tuition.

It's called return on investment.

All right. Love you.

I love you. I'll call you later.

Hey, Mr. Cloak and Dagger.

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 didn't originate

in David Hodges' backyard.

Tell you what, you can start now.

Welcome to the barbeque.

The pig went into the pit

around 11:00 last night,

and when they dug it up,

they 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 have curled

into a fetal position

before rigor mortis set in.

So he was killed then dumped?

He was put there

knowing he would be found.

We got a killer

who wants an audience.

And we're standing on his stage.

Are you done yet?

I thought so,

but the temperature is still rising.

It's 140 degrees now.

It's carryover cooking.

Meat keeps broiling

even after you take it off the flame.

Cause of death is gonna be tricky too

because I'm sure

his organs are roasted.

I think it's time to invest

in little yellow tents.

The route the killer 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--

- Killer knew the property.

Pit in any better shape

than the rest of the scene?

Heat's worse than feet. The pit's fried.

You know, Hugo will kill me if

we bring a pile of goo into his morgue.

To have any shot

at keeping him intact,

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? It's a portable

Raman spectrometer.

It bangs a little light off molecules.

It makes them 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 the 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 then 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? ♪

- ♪ Who? ♪

- ♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Come on, tell me

Who are you, you, you, you? ♪

You gotta turn it down!

Neighbors just called the cops.

Hey, Bryan. What's up?

- Make way, man!

- Come on!

Hey, man, chill. Xander, hold up. Stop.

Stop! Get off of him.

Hey, you gotta break this--

Come on--

I'm so sorry. I didn't--

Get on the ground now.

Bryan. Bryan, listen to him.

- Hey. His mom is a cop. Please.

- Ma'am.

Get on the ground now.

On the ground.

Morning. How are you feeling today?

Out to sea,

which is where we should be.

I have my meeting

with Nora Cross in an hour.

Do 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 will learn

more at discovery.

His attorney will get to see

everything they got.

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.

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.

I 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 have 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.

I 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 it back together.

That'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.

I 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.

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 had 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 was...

You know, I was proud of JJ,

but truth be told,

I thought he'd be back in a week.

He's never coming back.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You're okay.

Let's go home.

Would you mind

if I ask you a question?

Can 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 gonna

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

and 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, the DA'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 this.

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 beat up

by my husband's own words

twisted against me? Great. Got it.

We're gonna finish this later.

I gotta get back to work.

On what exactly?

Murder 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 barbeque pit really counts.

When you were sailing

around the South Pacific,

did you miss all this? The glamour.

Some people say

I was made for this job.

I've 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 barbeque 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.

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 murder.

We found cyanuric acid

next to the victim's blood in the sand

next to the pit.

Well, 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 have murdered a man

and roasted his corpse.

Do 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 kill him.

Well, JJ's parents said

you two didn't get along.

Why is that?

Oh, maybe because he was a rapist.

Kai, enough.

Honestly, I mean, 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 raped 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 going to ruin her.

Which they did anyway, so...

She lost her job.

She was banned from the hotel.

Lost friends.

She ODed two weeks ago.

JJ was scum.

Whoever killed 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 rape 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 rapist

and they covered it up.

Alleged rapist, 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 were 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 is 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 assault

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 barbequed 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 DA

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?

Uh-uh.

It's not just the rape

that I blame him for.

JJ got Rachel into drugs, 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.

Of course, I know why you are asking.

Rachel's friends

and family have motive, right?

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 died.

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.

♪ Letters in the mailbox

Say I'm gonna hunt you down ♪

♪ I'm gonna hunt you down ♪

♪ I am the prophet, I am the savior ♪

♪ Well, I am the prophet

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?

You 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, shoot.

Oh, shoot.

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 on, I did.

And you did.

And you're gonna do

really good in school.

Mm-hm.

And who's Kellie?

The eggs are burning.

Oh, my-- You, 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.

She was drugged

like she said she was.

And there was physical

evidence of assault,

no question. But--

- JJ was not a match.

- She was drugged.

She must have been confused

about who attacked her.

We need to find the real rapist.

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 assault.

Let me open one.

I can work

more than one case at a time.

Look at him. This young man

was falsely accused of rape,

killed, and thrown in a pit.

We can come back to Rachel,

but for right now...

figure out who killed that man.

All the king's horses

and the king's men

couldn't do what Hugo just did.

He looks great.

I can now confirm

exsanguination as cause of death.

Credit it where it is due,

your friend here, Mr. Folsom,

did not completely beclown 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.

The rest was so denatured,

this is the best I could find.

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 have guessed a serrated blade,

but it'd have to be wider and shorter.

So, what we really looking for

is something like this.

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 gotta get in there.

Okay.

See, it's not the same color.

Some 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 killed him.

Aloha and e komo mai

to the Hibiscus Hotel.

How may I help you?

We're gonna need that weapon.

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?

You know, I was actually

a little more excited about

finding a potential murder weapon.

Yeah, I wasn't really hoping

for a hundred.

Found these in Roy Kahale's office.

Bag, tag, put them 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 killer did.

Either way, it's still a dead end.

I guess we should just move on.

If we test each weapon

for a wound pattern,

- then it might tell us which--

- I need a minute.

--kind of weapon...

Is it 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 wanna tell you why I left yesterday.

It's this idea you have that Gil and I

were swept up in a romance

and not paying attention to our jobs.

You wouldn't be the first.

Well, it wasn't like that.

The work at CSI, 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.

Naiveté, 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 get emotional on the job.

You've read some of that.

One night

during, um, a particularly tough case,

um, I told him my story.

My whole story.

My childhood was complicated.

Gil understood, and after that,

he was just there.

The AG. The DA. 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-war over this mess.

None of whom you wanna test.

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

and 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 could 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.

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.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Yeah, one of them

made an ugly mess.

Come on.

You wanna find out which one?

♪ Hit 'em with it... ♪

Yes!

Look at that.

- Nope.

- No.

These are almost surgical. Right?

But his... His are more torn haphazard.

And those contusions?

Came from something

longer and thicker.

An improvised weapon.

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 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 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 raped 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 going to 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.

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.

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 raped 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 killed our people.

My ancestors made him pay.

They roasted him.

He came to Hawaii an explorer,

he left as long pig.

And you think that's

what you did to JJ? Delivered justice?

He's the reason my sister's dead.

No one else was going

to 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 had 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.

Kama'aina stick together.

You should know, we ran Rachel's kit.

JJ didn't rape 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.

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 gotta have an outlet.

I got my Pilates,

Folsom's got his yoga.

What do you have, Allie?

When you wanna 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 raped.

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?

Y chromosome can only come

from the father, Mrs. Jackson.

JJ and your husband

do look very much alike.

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?

Miss Koa was pressured to drop

her charges before she died.

So without a complainant...

You cost us everything.

I'm going to take everything from you.

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 wanna 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? ♪

Now we just have to prove it.

♪ When we die? ♪

♪ Where do we go?

Where do we go? ♪

♪ Where do we go?

Where do we go? ♪

♪ Where do we go?

Where do we go? ♪

♪ Where do we go when we die? ♪