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I love my job.

I love it.

But you do it long enough,

you know, you go under that...

yellow tape enough times,

you find a bunch of bad answers

to the big questions.

What do people die for?

Drugs, sex, revenge, a dollar.

You know?

And after a while, I ask myself...

...what is worth dying for?

You know?

Would I die for the truth?

Would I die to find justice

for someone I didn't even know?

Would I put my life on the line

to make this world a safer place?

How about for love?

I know this:

I'd put my life on the line for my people.

The people who do this job,

I love them.

They are a light

in the darkness.

They answer the call.

Well, hon, I got to go.

They put their own lives on hold.

Sorry, Serena, it's work.

And they risk it all.

They face down the demons,

wrestle those big questions.

Come back the next day

and do it all over again.

But then, you know that. Hmm?

‘cos you're one of the best to ever do it.

One of the best?

I'm not just buttering you up. I'm asking you, Catherine.

Why do you want to come back to CSI?

I still remember the toast

you gave at my retirement,

asking me to submit to a DNA test.

You had a point, Max.

The job is... in my blood.

Guess it always will be.

Hey, Gil mentioned that you were shorthanded.

Didn't help that he stole his wife away

and that one of my best is out in L.A. training with the FBI.

Put me in, Coach. How much playing time do you want?

I mean, ‘cos I got to figure the casino business

keeps you pretty busy, right? It used to.

I stepped away from the day-to-day ops last year.

More recently...

I got kicked off the board.

Of the Eclipse?

Mm-hmm. Don't you own a piece of that?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

What happened?

Well, what can I tell you?

I've never gotten along very well with criminals.

I'm just not cut out for retirement.

Not yet.

You know, I kind of feel like there's

something you're not telling me.

You're very sharp, Max.

I think we're going to enjoy working together.

The more things change, huh?

Ms. Willows.

Josh Folsom. We've met before.

It... it was my first day, it might've been...

It might've been your last.

You can call me Catherine.

What's her name? Lynn Zobrist.

Housekeeper found her.

And liver temp says she's been dead about 36 hours.

Ms. Zobrist does not look like she was an amateur.

No. Killer...

was professional grade, too.

No prints on the murder weapon.

Detective Chavez.

That is not your good news face.

Neighborhood canvass was a bust.

There's no cameras here, either.

Folks next door didn't even

know she had her a little dungeon in her garage.

Looks like one of her clients was a very bad boy.

World's oldest occupational hazard.

What's with the music?

Can't turn it off. Killer covered the speakers

and the switch, left this playing on a loop

in the room where it went down.

Is the dungeon back this way?

Used to be.

Before he dragged her and all the furniture out.

Did he leave anything in there for us beside the soundtrack?

Oh, yeah. He redecorated.

He covered the place with...

Well, you'll see.

This guy and his mirrors.

A jagged hunk of glass.

Wouldn't be my first choice if I was going to stab somebody.

If he was smart, he wore thick gloves.

Have to doubt this blood from the edge was his.

It's probably from her defensive wounds.

She was tough.

Looks like she held him off for a while.

He must not have had the element of surprise.

And this.

This had to come later.

Guess he didn't want her to see him anymore.

She saw plenty.

So these are just to help us see

if the killer left any fingerprints

when he cleaned all those mirrors he put up, okay, Gina?

Gina.

Sorry.

This is...

hard. Lynn was like...

She was like... Como familia.

Como familia? No.

No, no, I just clean for her.

But I could see.

She was like, always...

so sad, it seemed like.

About what?

She had a hard life, I think.

I worried for her.

No family, no friends.

I think her men were the only people who ever came over.

Did she have anybody to help her

with security, background checks?

No se.

We... we didn't talk.

Just one time, last year.

when I made her come to Thanksgiving

with me and my family.

I don't know if she liked it, but...

It's okay.

After that dinner, she sponsored me.

To get naturalized.

See, Lynn did care.

There was more to her than...

Did you ever talk to any of her clients?

No.

But I know what they paid for her to do.

You think one of them...

Couldn't take what she was dishing out?

Maybe.

I hope you find them.

And give them a real punishment.

Hey, Beau, he leave any prints?

None that we can reach. Can't get in there. I mean,

my wife's got me trying keto, but I don't think I'm ready

to moonwalk across a mirrored floor like this.

Catherine Willows. I don't believe we've met. Uh, I'm

Beau Finado. You can call me Beau.

Or Finado.

Or Beau Finado.

Because that's your name?

Mm-hmm.

What happened to the music?

Oh, I found the power box.

Cut the power in here. I just... I didn't want to fry myself.

He sure made it sparkle.

212 mirrors.

Took out the frames, cut them to size.

Had to take some time. It's risky.

What's it all supposed to mean?

You try to make perfect sense out of something insane,

you might go crazy, too.

Let's hope he didn't clean up underneath.

Yeah, we'll know soon.

I figured out how to get rid of the mirrors

without breaking them, without ripping the evidence up.

Just... You got to overheat the glue

that he used to set them in.

Hold up, aren't you worried about...

Cooking the blood? Yeah.

Fear not. I set the temperature to 593

degrees Fahrenheit. Blood proteins... they can hold

up to 600 degrees, right? But most industrial adhesives

experience molecular breakdown just north of 590 degrees.

You get this great little window you can operate in.

Beau's a clever one. He ran R and D

for a few of different Fortune 500 chemical companies.

What, are you allergic to money?

What happened? The pandemic happened.

After the lockdown, I just... I didn't want to go back

to some lab making sticky stuff stickier or

smooth things...

Less sticky? Yeah. I think

I made this less sticky.

Now, this is beautiful.

You get all these up, we might be looking

at an intact crime scene.

Two entire racks of DNA samples

from one scene?

From part of one scene, Chris.

They're not even halfway done out there.

Think this new guy might be a tad overzealous?

Beau's extremely overzealous.

But Max wants every square inch charted.

Killer was nice enough to spare the bleach, he just

covered his mess. Well,

no better place to find a big mess of DNA

than a sex dungeon.

I'd assume.

You find the spot where she was killed?

Not yet. Beau's gonna

follow the blood trail to the source.

I heard a rumor

that Catherine Willows is back.

She might be coming on as a consultant.

Yeah. Whoa.

That's wild.

Were you surprised when Michael Jordan stopped playing baseball

and came back to the Bulls? No.

But then again, I was two years old.

I wonder

if she talked to, uh, Sara and Grissom.

Got the scoop on the new folks.

They're on a boat above the Arctic Circle so, yeah,

she probably dialed them up

on a sat phone, asked all about you, Chris.

This new girlfriend of yours... does she think you're funny?

Hey, Penny. I can always come back

if this is a private moment.

Oh, no. I just fell down a rabbit hole

looking at Lynn's follows on Instagram.

I was looking through her phone.

I did find some interesting suspects.

You find out who she was entertaining the day she died?

No, that I don't know.

Lynn wasn't much of a bookkeeper.

But the day before she died she did talk

to a wuss, a yapper, a dink and a pud.

Not a lot of terms of endearment in Lynn's contacts.

The milk of human kindness was not what these guys were after.

You know, about BDSM...

Hmm? I'm a little embarrassed to admit,

but it's never appealed to me.

I love your generation.

So this is what embarrasses you?

Sometimes people, like,

spend a lot of energy holding it all together,

So they need someone else to take control.

No, I mean, I get it in theory.

I don't know, maybe when I'm a boss, I'll be into it.

Okay. Not that all bosses are into it.

I mean... Okay, we're gonna leave it right there.

But I guarantee you most of these guys

are heartsick right now.

I mean, the work she did... some people needed it that way.

One of them ruined it for the rest of them. Call them all.

We're gonna need DNA

and elimination prints on all of them.

Whoever refuses goes to the top of my list.

I want this guy.

Having fun? What?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out who went where and...

Any of her guests that left a trace of themselves

near her blood trail is worth an extra look.

Yeah, looks like you're gonna be busy.

Yeah, lot of overlapping evidence.

We found skin oils, blood, some semen from

various clients.

And Beau's still prying all the mirrors down,

so I figured I'd start with the furniture

that got dragged out into the hall.

I can tell where some of it went

from the indentations in the carpet.

It's just so much to keep track of.

Lots of iterations, explanations.

Hey, have you ever

thought about molecular mapmaking?

I mean, I've heard of it. It's pretty new.

I... I know a couple people who are

getting up to speed, but do you...

No, I'm not trained in MMM, I...

read journals, try to stay current.

I also mentor these young women,

students at West Las Vegas University.

They all are interested in careers

in forensic science.

Is that what brought you back?

Just, uh, sharpening the skills?

Uh...

I've... I've got to go.

Um, but if I were you, I'd phone a friend

about MMM. Rolling around on a bed is fun,

but it can only get you so far.

Grace.

Grace!

Max. Everything all right?

I've had better days.

How many years since you've worked a double, huh?

What's wrong?

We got most of the mirrors down.

Just as we were getting someplace... thank you...

we find a little surprise.

He cleaned it up.

Nope. Signs of another attack.

There was a second victim?

No, it's all Lynn's.

I mean, but there's no way she lost this much blood.

What... what are you saying? I'm saying

that we have no idea what the hell happened.

It's like she was murdered twice.

Careful, man. That's bad luck.

Don't worry about it.

We got plenty of that already.

Allie.

Hey, give it to me.

Chris!

It's... it's you.

Yeah, thanks. You look good, too.

Sure you, uh, packed

enough for a whole weekend?

Hey, um, I thought I was being picked up by...

Folsom's at the scene, come on.

You can check in later.

Come on.

Hey.

Al, hey.

You're here. Well,

you said you needed me. Yeah.

Got a real mess here.

One vic. Double the blood. It's all from Lynn Zobrist.

And we... we can't tell what's what.

Hmm.

Hey, appreciate you coming out

and lending your new MMM skills for a few days.

It's... it's not just a few days.

I'm not going back.

I thought your training went

through the end of the year. Well, that's when

I can test for level three.

I'm just gonna finish up online.

L.A. is, um...

it's too far away.

Oh, wow.

Is this Allie?

Sure is.

Hi, I'm Serena Chavez. Hey.

This one's told me a lot about you.

Ni... Nice to meet you.

Um... I'm sure I'll hear a lot

about you, too. Chavez got, uh, detailed

to work with us because of some captain she pissed off.

She, uh, hates Greek yogurt

and she gave Folsom a kazoo for his birthday.

It's a big mystery.

It's not a mystery. I just think kazoos are fun.

Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your mini map thing.

Uh, molecular cartography. Allie picked up

some new tricks

training with the FBI.

She'll help us determine where everyone

who entered this room

stood, bled or secreted.

Well,

uh...

have fun.

Yeah.

Let's have some fun.

Hey.

Look who went and got all fancy.

It's good to have you back. What do you got?

Now, what I like about this program is

it uses lasers to make a 3D map of the crime scene

and separates all DNA evidence into distinct layers.

Each suspect gets their own color.

Commonalities among skin oils,

DNA sequences,

bacterial signatures.

You can keep them all straight.

So you can see who went where. That's... that's really cool.

In theory, but it still looks like a train station,

‘cos Lynn was a popular girl, right?

Plenty of Mr. Green on this part

of the path where her body was dragged.

Mr. Purple and Mr. Blue make appearances along the way, too.

Yeah, but nobody can really compete with all this pink.

Well, that's Lynn herself.

Makes sense... she's been everywhere.

You kind of have to take her away to see what's what.

Actually...

we need to make sense of hers first.

Because not all of Lynn's blood that we see here

came from the attack that killed her.

I mean, there's too much of it.

She was stabbed in the jugular.

Yeah, but she had four quarts left in her.

All this surface area...

in this weird shape.

Yeah, some of it was already there.

It makes our job a lot harder.

So you think she fell in the middle

of a giant blood stain? Yeah.

Look at the variability.

The difference in the blood stain color.

I mean, that has to be

because they were spilled at different times.

Makes for a lot of uncharted territory on your map.

Until we know

where the attack ended,

where he started dragging her,

hard to say who was closest to the action.

I realize that her visitors expected some rough stuff,

but wouldn't you be

a bit weirded out by a carpet

that looks like a slaughterhouse?

Oh, wait, look at these.

I've been trying to figure out

where the furniture used to be. Mm-hmm.

And this old stain...

...was covered with this, uh,

torture table thing.

Until the first attack.

So she fell somewhere in there. Her hair

was soaked in blood, meaning she was dragged by her feet.

If we knew where she lay...

We could isolate his whole path.

You two keep working on your pretty pictures.

And I'm gonna find out when this ugly stuff

happened in Lynn's past.

When I showed your buddy Grissom this baby, he almost smiled.

Raman spectroscopy's come a long way.

Yeah. This thing didn't even exist

when some of this blood was spilled. When was that?

The intensity of the scattered light coming off these samples

says it was about five years ago.

Looks like about, uh,

a third of the blood that was stained

on Lynn's floor is that old.

LVPD had nothing on her back then.

Never been called to her address.

Could have been an accident.

Self-inflicted wound.

Or another violent guest. She might've been afraid

to blow the whistle on her business.

Maybe her clients could tell us.

Penny's lining up interviews with all the fellas

who left DNA near the blood stains.

But there's one woman in particular we're gonna talk to.

A female client? Not a client.

A female psychiatrist.

She was in Lynn's phone.

So, you work with a lot of kids in your practice?

She had me in her phone as Yapper?

Guess we did do

a lot talking, sh... Lynn was my patient

off and on since she was...

gosh, ten?

Since doctor-patient no longer applies,

I'm hoping you can tell me what you guys talked about

the day she died.

Any

threats, fears,

problems with men.

Nah, she just wanted to restart therapy.

We didn't get into why.

But Lynn had

experienced a lot of abuse as a child,

and she struggled

with violent ideation.

You know she went past ideas, right?

She was whipping dudes with a belt on the reg.

I did worry

that BDSM was the wrong career.

Temptations.

But she did say that

it was like a... a release valve.

One reason I'm here.

We want to know about something that happened five years ago.

Lynn was hurt on the job.

She lost a lot of blood.

You know what happened there? Oh, no.

You're confused. Those... those scars are old.

That's from ECT.

Electroconvulsive therapy.

Like electroshock?

I didn't think that was done anymore.

It's not. ECT is more mild.

But Lynn had a

previous physician

named Dr. Sarkisian.

You... you can really burn someone

with those electrodes, you know, if you're not careful.

So, she was getting abused at home

and then she got zapped by her doctor.

No surprise she had an attachment disorder.

And major trust issues.

Which is why I couldn't persuade her

to go to the cops five years ago.

So you know who hurt her? Yeah, Miguel Sanchez.

But he's not the guy you're looking for.

I think I'll be the judge of that.

Well, he died.

Cancer.

The only time I ever saw Lynn smile

was when she showed me his obit.

Can I ask you one question?

The killer...

what did he do to her?

Certain details we can't share.

Yeah, yeah.

I am curious, though.

Did, uh, did mirrors have any special meaning to Lynn?

The scene was covered in them.

I don't recall there being

any special iconography

having to do with mirrors in our work together.

Really?

‘cos you look like

something's bothering you. It is.

A killer

who decorated the scene of the crime that way.

I bet he kills again.

Ah...

You know, Lynn would laugh at both of you.

I mean, I wasn't even allowed to touch her.

It was against the rules.

You know that murder is, too, so...

Somebody broke some rules.

I never would.

Mistress was...

I loved her.

I need to see your hands. Arms, too.

I'm a very clean boy.

But I do have a confession to make.

Go ahead.

This is so hot.

This room... you two...

the whole dynamic.

All right, let's just

keep our hands on the table.

Yes, ma'am.

Where did you get that?

Building a tree house with my son.

Sure it wasn't from the edge of a mirror?

I was at home with my family when you say this happened.

You keep checking yourself out in our mirror.

You do know there's a camera behind it,

recording everything that goes on here.

Feels weird knowing that.

Maybe good weird.

This isn't a fantasy, Mr. Vizquel.

: Sorry. It's just...

You're probing me, asking to see my body.

To see if Ms. Zobrist injured you

when she was fighting for her life.

Someone left their DNA near Ms. Zobrist's blood trail.

And the sample we got from you

is to determine if it's yours.

Would that be surprising?

I'm... I'm really not trying to be difficult.

As I said, Z... she hosted me there, several times.

You kept coming back for more. Did it get to be too much?

No.

No, Lynn made me feel like I was normal.

I'm not sure there's any such thing as normal

or that I'm it, but...

it's what I need to believe.

We all need that.

Right?

Nobody's here to judge, Mr. Herskovitz.

Our job is to get justice for that woman.

It doesn't matter to me what she did with her friends.

What matters to me is what he did.

We're gonna find him.

If you do, I'll be grateful.

Clean arms, no one resisted sampling.

Assuming all their alibis check out.

We're gonna need some more suspects.

Yep.

Okay, if it was up to me,

I would put the old rack right... there.

Nobody puts baby in the corner.

He's got to be out on display.

How about...

here? Okay, since

neither of us can figure out where the furniture went

in Lynn's sex dungeon,

I don't think either of us would ever make it as a dominatrix.

Then again, you're full of surprises.

What?

Detective Chavez.

How long has that been? When did you...

Uh, about two months.

T... Josh, we've talked a dozen times since then.

Yeah, I should've mentioned it, just...

Me and Serena, it's... it was... it was casual and then...

What, it's more now, is it?

Hey. Hey.

Do you have any more kinky gentlemen we can talk to?

We just went oh-fer with our domme's last three bookings.

Ms. Willows. I'm Allie Rajan. Yes.

Hello. Some women with the Bureau in L.A.

have some very nice things to say about you.

Oh, well, they have to. I hired them all.

You must be the friend he was gonna call.

I see you got a molecular map here. Most of one.

Once Max parsed which blood

was new and which was pre-existent,

made it clear where Ms. Zobrist fell and bled this time.

Gives us the full blood trail, but we're still staring

at a dozen guys square dancing around this dungeon.

The last thing to do is

place all the furniture.

Kind of like... kind of like Tetris,

if you want to try your hand.

Mm, not much into interior design.

Blood evidence is where I'm at.

It always tells a story.

This one's got a strange twist.

The blood trail.

A crescent shape... is that really so strange?

Ever drag a body? It's not fun.

I mean, there's no reason

he would haul her all the way over here

if he was always headed out the door.

Unless he was steering around something.

What was sitting there?

Did anything in that pile of furniture

fit these indentations?

Not exactly, but some of her...

apparatus... I... I thought maybe she moved it around.

You know, different dents made different days.

I don't think that's it.

I mean, this man took special care dressing his scene.

There's a lot that he wanted us to see.

But whatever was sitting there,

I bet it's missing because it would have

shown us exactly who he is.

It's hard to know what belongs in a dominatrix's backyard.

This is my first time.

Hey, Folsom.

Yeah?

That's not all firewood.

No, it's furniture, or it was.

I don't know, some kind of antique.

Sawhorse, a pommel, maybe?

It's chopped up and burned to hell.

Fits. Filigree on the feet has that dungeon vibe.

Wonder what this thing ever did to our killer.

Lord knows, but he sure was worried we'd find it.

If she nicked him and he bumped against it,

maybe there'd be trace, DNA.

We've measured everything in that house.

There's nothing in there that left those marks on the carpet.

Have you considered the possibility that maybe...

Dude. They found it.

Yeah, well, whatever it was...

...it's of no use now. Oh, I don't know.

I bet Beau can make something with that.

Does Beau have a time machine?

Kind of.

Probably not the first time a thin layer of latex

has come in handy with this pommel horse, huh?

Is that what you think this is?

Well, pretty sure, yeah.

You know, for the...

Grace?

Hey.

We lose you?

I'm back.

That looks like blood, doesn't it?

We can try PCR,

hope for DNA. But I'm gonna doubt it.

Fire probably got too hot.

What is that?

Well, it appears to be...

dark goo.

I'm good, but I'm not a mass spectrometer, all right?

That's all right, Beau. Yep.

we got one of those.

Ooh, you got a little cornucopia of fun stuff.

Polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons, phenols,

heterocyclic oxygen, sulfur and nitrogen compounds.

That sounds like tar. Basically.

Do you think it was just in the fire pit

when he burned the wood?

No, I doubt it.

I mean, my degree isn't in...

forensics material analysis,

so I don't know

all applications, but I know that

we loved coal tar when I worked at Big Pharma.

It's in some creams, right?

Mm, eczema, psoriasis salves, mostly. But it

wouldn't have been Lynn's, ‘cos she had great skin.

Maybe the killer really did brush up against that pommel.

Wait a minute.

One of the suspects... he was scratching.

I thought he was agitated.

Is that enough to get a warrant?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, buddy, buddy, buddy.

Back, back, back. Back, back, back.

Come on, give me something.

Mr. Herskovitz?

Alan.

Herskovitz.

Where's your tenant, Mr. Li?

Kitchen's clear.

Wow. Oof.

Tempted to go back to the car for a respirator.

Yeah, you never know when you're gonna need

a year's supply of dog food.

Well...

guy's got one weird pen pal.

Careful there.

What do we got here?

Missing piece look familiar?

We know who this is, but who's that?

I think we had this guy all wrong.

He's not some crazy john

who got mad at his dominatrix.

Look at these surveillance photos.

He's hunting people.

We've got to find this guy now.

...predator in the insect world.

An attack takes only a fraction of a second.

The what?

I... I didn't do nothing! Mr. Moore, we just want to talk.

What...

Good evening, sir, I'm Detective Chavez with LVPD.

Wait, wh... what what'd I do?

Nothing. We just wanted to make sure you were all right.

Mr. Moore, is there anyone else in this home with you right now?

What?

Does anyone else live here?

Stay here. Stay with him.

All responding officers, be advised. Suspect's fleeing

on foot. Officer in pursuit.

Stop! Stop!

Shots fired.

I need backup in the alley. Suspect is armed.

Mr. Moore, I promise you we're trying...

No, no, you can't promise me anything. You guys

have been looking at this dude for a murder,

and you let him go?

Now he's taking pictures of me.

He's breaking in my house?

We have a warrant now. There's an APB.

Everyone's looking for him.

I don't even know this dude. What... Hershlitz?

Alan Herskovitz.

You're sure? How about Lynn Zobrist?

She's a domme. A dominatrix.

Maybe you knew her

as Z, or... or Mistress?

Yo, what are you even talking about?

Sir, can I ask?

You have these little marks by your temple.

Uh...

yeah, yeah, so what?

Well, this man, his victim... she had them, too.

I was told they were from ECT.

It's like psychological therapy.

Nah, for me it was like some kind of torture.

When was this? When I was a kid. Sarkisian.

Yeah, that dude, you should've been busting down his door.

What happened? The hell is it to you?

Lamont, look, we're... we're trying to help you out.

Trying to figure what's going on.

I...

I, uh...

spent some time in a facility.

After some stuff went down in foster care.

Dr. Sarkisian would...

take me into this room.

Hook me up.

Just talk and talk.

And I was supposed to look in these mirrors.

And "see the disease,

don't be the disease." But I just...

There were mirrors there?

Man, there were mirrors everywhere

in that room.

Sorry, I... I just need a minute.

Hey!

Detective.

Are you sure that he dropped this?

Yeah, 100%. I... I thought it was from a victim.

Like, a message.

Well, I hope not, but there might be a message in it.

Check that out. Oh...

Yep. What do we got?

Something's rotten there.

You didn't go home either.

Mm-mmm. My aunt always worked late.

Is this where the geneticist

tells me that it's all in the blood?

No. This is where the geneticist tells you her aunt

was a prostitute.

Auntie Shel.

I love that woman.

Is that why this case is... No, no, no, no, no.

Lynn Zobrist was different.

It's hard to be different.

To need different things than the world wants to give you.

Hard to stay safe

when you're different. Hmm.

Well, I don't know if the world wanted us

to have this, but Lamont Moore did.

I guess both him

and Zobrist spent time at MK Ultra Junior High.

What do you think Herskovitz had against them?

There we go. Clostridium perfringens.

What, he's walking around with an infected wound? Yep.

Courtesy of Lynn Zobrist.

See, we knew she tried to fight him off.

We knew he bumped into that pommel.

We just didn't know what kind of pain

he's in when we met him.

Wet gangrene can cause sepsis.

I mean, it can be fatal.

And it stinks like hell. That man needs a doctor.

Come on. We're gonna call every hospital in Clark County.

St. Christine's Hospital. How can I direct your call?

We're searching for a white male, possible...

Desert Palm Hospital. Did anybody come in with symptoms of abdominal pain?

Got him. Herskovitz is at Desert Palm Hospital.

Damn it.

I need a two-block perimeter around the hospital.

Get back.

Get back.

Come on, Alan, put it down.

She's not in this. You have no idea

what this is. I put it

right in your face and you still don't see it.

Alan, whatever you had planned,

it's done.

So, you had electroconvulsive therapy, didn't you?

That's where you met them.

Lynn. Lamont.

But she's not one of them.

Oh my god! Shh! Shh, shh.

Alan.

We don't want to hurt you.

We know what happened to you.

No you don't. You have no idea.

Let her go and tell us.

Can you look at yourself in the mirror?

Everyone thinks they know you when you're a kid.

Well, what is a child?

Only a problem.

Only a problem waiting to be hammered into shape.

But what do you do with all the round pegs?

Lamont told us about Dr. Sarkisian.

And his room.

And those mirrors.

I hated that room then, but I love what I found there.

See, you have to be willing to look.

You have to want to see it.

You're holding on to an innocent woman.

And that is not your purpose.

It's over, Alan.

On the ground.

On the ground!

It's not over.

Yes, it is. You're cooked.

Maybe I am.

Not the voice.

The voice will never stop.

What voice?

It spoke to me. It chose me.

You think I wanted this? I had no choice.

Lynn Zobrist, Lamont Moore.

I knew those names.

More round pegs.

The ones who couldn't be fixed.

You think that's an accident?

If there's a voice,

there's no such thing as an accident.

It is all by design.

There's nothing you can do.

It's all by design. There's nothing you can do.

You know, they say that you ought to learn

something new every day.

And I always do in this job.

Sometimes it's good stuff.

I come away hopeful.

Sometimes, though, you stare into the void,

and all you learn

is the toll it takes on a body,

on a soul.

I mean, we're keeping the most dangerous,

depraved people off the streets.

But then, you know that.

See, something's not right.

Something brought you back. Well, I told you,

I got kicked off the board of the Eclipse.

That's why you're not there. I asked why you're here.

Grace Huang.

She's...

When I met Grace,

it was like... looking in a mirror.

Seeing my younger self.

Grace was a dancer like I was.

She started taking classes at WLVU,

which is how we met.

You get to know these young women,

and you can't help but get involved and...

Yeah, Grace, she's just so passionate

about becoming a CSI.

But she's new to Vegas.

No money, so I got her a job at the Eclipse.

Cocktail waitressing. Decent hours.

And her grades took off.

Max,

you would love this girl.

Grace has been missing for three weeks.

I am so sorry. There's no investigation.

That is why I'm here.

What do you mean?

Max, I asked a lot of people where Grace was.

Nobody knew.

Nobody... nobody at the Eclipse

even seemed to care.

With no warning, the board calls a vote,

and I get kicked off.

Why?

I don't know. That's the truth.

I really have no idea what they're covering up.