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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Anson Wix.

The attorney for the
class action against the state.

He killed Kline and framed Hodges.

We can't prove that he's behind
this criminal conspiracy.

I'm gonna show you something
that'll make your hair stand up.

- What are we doing?
- Wix hired someone you know.

He paid Estaban Ruiz
to kill a retired cop.

Man, you picked a crappy assassin.

If he were better, we wouldn't be here.

And you wouldn't have to
help us take down Anson Wix.

Oh, baby.

Please! You can't do this!

Please!

Please! No!

No!

No!

Jack Zimmerman

was a loving father.

He was a successful dentist.

And he died last year

in prison.

Why was he there?

Because he was convicted of a crime

he did not commit.

Because David Hodges acquired
methamphetamine... crystal meth...

and he boiled it down
to contaminate an innocent man's

blood sample.

We may never know how many times

David Hodges abused his power.

A crime scene investigator's job

is to search for the truth,

not to sell a suspect's guilt.

Guilt is determined here

by the 12 of you.

And, ladies and gentlemen, when
all the evidence is presented,

you'll have no doubt

where the guilt really lies.

What are you leaving out, Guillermo?

Nothing. It ain't a long story.

My lawyer asked if I knew somebody

could pull a trigger for a price.

I gave him a name. That's all.

That's all. Just a homicidal conspiracy.

Jim Brass, the guy he targeted?

He's a retired cop.

Hey, that's Wix's business.

That man tried to take down my lab.

- I don't know anything about that.
- No.

'Cause you're just a damn pawn.

And we know there's more
you're not telling us.

Wix likes to farm out his dirty work

'cause he likes to keep
his own hands clean,

but he's not above killing

just to tie up some loose ends.

He doesn't realize he left one dangling

right at the beginning.

You are gonna prove that Wix
sent that killer after Brass.

I can't.

I don't even think we talked direct.

It was on a burner.

Maybe it was even a text
message. I don't remember.

Well, you better try harder.

'Cause we got you...

on camera.

Now, I can't prove that's a drug deal,

but I don't have to.

'Cause even just standing there

with a known cartel affiliate,

that violates your parole, doesn't it?

All right.

Hold out on me, go back in.

Look, I don't know how I can help you.

I never even saw Wix when he paid up.

It was a cash drop?

In the desert.

He stuck me with a bunch
of old-ass hundreds.

The guy must've pulled them

out of his mattress or something.

Sure didn't come from no bank.

No.

Probably came from a
25-year-old kidnapping.

You still got any of it, Guillermo?

Should've asked for Venmo.

Did anybody else touch this?

Hell, no. That's mine.

Somebody needs to run
this back at the lab.

Will I get that back after you guys...

If Anson Wix's prints

are on this blood money,
you might just stay out

of prison. Consider yourself lucky.

You think we can tap in some more folks?

Yeah, the circle on this
can get a little bigger.

- Okay.
- So, duty calls?

I got to get to a scene
out past Enterprise on the 215.

All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What'd they tell you?

Construction crew came back
to finish a road project

that was dormant. Found
a couple of bodies

that must've been buried
a few months back.

Got to give it to dispatch.

- They can make anything sound routine.
- Are those the guys

- that found them?
- Just a few who got a look.

That's disturbing.

Looks like somebody
was playing dress-up.

Mm, that's the thing.

You got to take a closer look.

The horns, the wings.

It's his skeleton.

They're real.

Surprising couple,
don't you think?

And what would you call this?

- Art.
- Mm.

They were incredible.

Melanie loved their work.

Oh, th-that's right. Your wife...
she's a fire performer,

- right?
- She didn't know the Tanners,

but they had a lot of friends in common.

We heard they were sweet people.

Their whole act was
about love and redemption.

When the end finally came,

just look at how he lay down

next to her, shielding her body

from the flames.

You think she died first?

His hands were bound. Hers weren't.

It's not just that.

His bronchioles are inflamed

and shot through with soot.

Smoke inhalation.

He was burned alive in that pit.

By then, Tori was already deceased.

- No soot in her lungs?
- No.

What was left was filled with blood.

Why?

I wish I could say.

There's not enough here for C.O.D.

She could've been shot, stabbed,

killed by blunt force.

The only thing I ruled out was poison.

Tox showed a few prescription
drugs in her system,

elevated glucose, but nothing deadly.

What's going on with her clavicle?

I'm guessing that's part
of the procedure she had.

- Standard wing implant?
- Huh. Yeah.

They took some bone

from the bottom of her scapula

and grafted it back on to build up

these little anchor points.

So, the wings could clip on and off.

- They were detachable?
- Yeah.

Lightweight.

Aluminum frame.

Thought you might want to borrow them.

Those are his horns.

Her wings.

That's Mom and Dad.

Jonah and Tori Tanner.

I'm sorry.

Kind of been expecting this call

the last couple of months.

Since you told me they were missing.

You said then you had a bad feeling.

- You ever put your finger on why?
- It's hard

to imagine a happy ending
for people like my parents.

You've met the people
they hung out with,

- right?
- I spoke to their colleagues

at Bizarre Del Arte, yes.

Bizarre Del Arte

- is, um...
- A freak show.

You can say it.

Basically a wannabe Cirque
du Soleil on acid.

So, the bone grafts, the tattoos...

was that all part of their job?

They loved what they did. Their act

was Dad's take on John Milton.

Paradise Lost. They were this...

star-crossed pair
of supernatural beings.

With a mortgage and a kid
who wanted to be a CPA.

Couldn't have been easy.

No. It wasn't.

The Tanners were last seen
leaving Bizarre Del Arte

after a Saturday matinee performance.

Then their Accord turned up
on the side of I-215.

No sign of struggle there?

Not there or their home.

We looked. Dante,

was there anyone specific
you were concerned about?

One of their friends

- or their coworkers?
- I hadn't

spoken to my folks in, like, a year.

No idea who they've been, uh...

dealing with.

Look what they did to themselves.

Folsom said

that Max had that Guillermo
guy sweating bullets.

- How'd she find him?
- Well, the guy that was hired to kill Brass

had tattoos that marked
him as a cartel soldier.

Max started looking into
Wix's old cases,

clients with the same affiliations.

If Wix's dirty hands are on this money,

that is the ball game.

Amino acids are degraded. Best I have is

a tiny little bit of a whorl here.

Could be a thumb.

It's not enough to run, though.

Maybe we could put
Guillermo on the stand.

You were in court.
Without hard evidence, we...

What about DNA?

Anything we get will be
pretty mixed-up and degraded,

but we can run the M-Vac

and then pull samples.

Have you been listening this whole time?

I'm not as innocent as I look.

Don't destroy my illusions, Penny.

I love this place. And I'm not gonna let

that jackwagon Wix ruin our reputation.

We all hear the rumors.

You should let me help you.

The melted dental waxy stuff

is saturated hydrocarbons. Paraffin.

Looks like the wings were polyester.

Well, now we know

what angel wings are made of.

I stand corrected.

"Pure love" wasn't a very good guess.

I think her body was dragged

at some point.

Doesn't look like fire damage.

I doubt she performed that day
with ratty, beat-up wings.

Yeah. And here's something

that's not paraffin or polyester.

She didn't pick that up at the
bottom of a construction trench.

No. This is either
an original part of the wings,

or this is a little piece
of her murder scene.

Mr. Tyner, Mr. Hodges, this is

Attorney General Michael Rhodes.

It's Lauren's job to sink you at trial.

It's my job to push you into a lifeboat.

Somebody tell me why this
didn't plea out two months ago.

My client maintains his innocence.

Oh, okay.

Well, my client is the state of Nevada

and its three million residents,

and we would like you to
pull your head out your ass.

I was framed.

I didn't do any of...

You got a baby
on the way, right?

You admit to tampering with evidence

in those dozen cases we found

in that storage unit of yours,

you'll be home in time to see your kid

- graduate high school.
- It's a great deal.

12 years with good behavior.

That's only one per charge.

But the confession
really has to deliver.

D-Deliver what?

Confidence.

In the system.

You tampered

with a few cases and only those cases

because they were deeply personal.

You never futzed
with any other evidence.

You want to contain
the damage at the civil trial.

If Anson Wix can slime the crime lab

with a widespread pattern of behavior,

the number of wrongful
imprisonment settlements

could just about bankrupt the state.

We need to make sure...

You need a fall guy.

Five years.

- What?
- You already have our best offer.

You sign that,

just think of all the killers, rapists

and creeps you'll keep off the street.

Your life's work.

I, um, I need time to think.

Can I...

You have until the prosecution
rests next week.

You're not
considering this, are you?

The sentencing guidelines
are pretty grim.

A deal makes sense.

And this way, at least
all those criminals would...

Stay in prison.

With you.

Gil, I-I don't expect you
to understand this,

but my wife isn't sitting next to me.

Emma is so stressed-out

that they've got her under observation.

And I'm not gonna be able
to be there for Cooper's birth

because I'm gonna be on trial,

and I don't want to miss
the rest of his life, too.

You don't know that you're gonna lose.

We're running tests
on the money that Max found,

and we might be able to...

David, you can't give up.

Promise me.

If they pressure you for an answer,

don't say yes without talking to us.

I am so sorry I'm late,

- Mark.
- Oh, you never have to be.

You're very attractive.

And you're the sweetest boyfriend.

I was pretty hungry, though.

I hope you don't mind
splitting a tomahawk.

Yaaas.

- How was your day?
- Oh.

Well, that all depends on how you feel

about the FTC's most recent filing

on the interstate transport
of latex goods. Shall I go on?

Mm, as long as I don't have to
make eye contact whilst I chew.

Okay. So, we got the ruling
we wanted from Debussy,

but everyone thinks
the appeals court is gonna

rule in our favor, but...

What is it?

- Cause of death.
- What?

Oh, man. That is...

That's horrible.

That's not a surgical incision.

Sorry, I...

I got to make a call.

How much do you know

about body modification?

I don't think either one of us
has ever had any.

It's a growing field. Especially

here in Vegas. We love our patients,

and they spread the word.

Looks like you'll do anything for them.

There are ethical considerations,

but at the end of the day,

it's about how they want to be seen.

The mental health benefits are enormous.

The Tanners looked pretty happy.

Their son said you did
all their procedures?

Just the best people.

That's what's so crushing about this.

I mean, Tori?

She was literally an angel.

Beautiful, right?

I loved Tori's design,
so I had the artist

she used make me a pair to display.

So...

These are identical?

Well, I'm not seeing any red Vinylon.

Vinylon?

It's a type of synthetic
fabric from Korea.

It's derived from stone, actually.

But that's not why we're here.

We need your eyes on something.

It may not be easy to look at.

These marks in her scapula...

we thought they may have resulted

from her elective procedures,

but turns out they're a little
too wide to have been made

- by a scalpel.
- Without a doubt.

So my question is

do any of your bone grafting techniques

use implements with a thicker edge?

No. That's not how it works.

It might be helpful if we
could look at her records.

Of course. Please.

You can have them if it helps.

Uh...

See?

All my work was done down here

to her back. That must be...

What killed her.

I've cut more bones than most people.

My professional opinion?
What you have there

is like an axe or a sword or something.

Crazy as that sounds.

It's probably not that crazy, actually.

Ladies and gentlemen,

what you are about to watch

is not normal.

What you are about to watch

is not safe.

What you are about to watch

is Bizarre Del Arte!

Sit back,

strap in,

and get ready to meet

some truly fascinating human beings.

I'm ready. You ready?

I don't cut anything with my swords.

I just lick fire off of them.

So, they don't have to be razor-sharp?

I wouldn't say they're dull.

It's just that fire weakens metal,

so if I were to sharpen them,
they'd break.

- Mm.
- And my mother got those for me, so...

Don't want that.

Your boss told us

that you came to him right after
the Tanners disappeared.

You demanded to replace them
as the show's big finale.

I wouldn't mind being a headliner.

You know, little more stage time.

But if that's motive,
everyone at Bizarre Del Arte

had the same motive.

You filled in for Tori
in their little acrobatics routine

last year. Tell me about that.

She twisted her ankle.

- Jonah asked me to fill in.
- Big promotion.

Big pain in the ass.

And the armpits.

That whole rig.

Flying around that stage?

Longest week of my life.

Mm.

I have to confess.

I always figured that sword swallowers

used plastic ones

or that, uh, they were
collapsible or something.

Did you really think that,
or did you just want

to start me off with the word "confess"?

I'm just impressed because
the swords in your locker

were the sharpest at Bizarre Del Arte.

All the edges were between
one and two millimeters.

Yeah, they have to be.

Onstage, I cut paper, fruit,

- you know, whatever.
- Mm.

You have to show the audience the danger

so they can feel it in their throat.

Do you keep any practice
blades at your house

that are closer to three,
four millimeters?

What would be the point?

The only prop in the whole show

that was that dull was
probably Jonah's scythe.

- His what?
- You know,

Death's curved blade.

He used to swing it over
Tori's head during their finale,

so he kept it really dull.

Just in case.

There was no scythe at Bizarre Del Arte.

They retired that thing two years ago.

They changed their closer
to the big fireball.

- Mm.
- I'm sure

it's still out there somewhere.

Looks like Tori Tanner

took a lot of prescription drugs.

Mark, hey. Everything all right?

I just got you a job offer.

You what?

I was talking to my cousin Adam.

He needs someone to run his lab.

I brought you up, and
he got really excited.

He wants to meet.

That's flattering, I guess,

but I'm not interested in working

at a genetic ancestry website.

I got to go. Uh, I'll talk to you later.

Hey, uh, do you think you could tell me

if me and my relatives

are descended from Europe?

'Cause that's the rumor.

I left a case file open

last night, and Mark saw
some crime scene photos.

He got creeped out,

and now he's playing
corporate headhunter.

He found you a new job?

I know he means well, but...

it really bugs me.

Is that crazy?

Uh...

Oh, come on. I know you have an opinion.

Mm.

You have an opinion about everything.

Detective Zaya. How'd it go?

In his own way, Dante Tanner

is as interesting as his parents.

He had a realtor over there
listing the house.

Didn't really appreciate the visit,

but he let me take this.

That doesn't look like a scythe.

It's the mount the scythe hung on.

Dante says the blade is missing.

He thinks
one of their freak show buddies

probably stole it.

Hmm. We'll run prints,

but you buying that?

Tanners didn't have much.

Dante's going to inherit all of it.

Might call that motive.

It's not a crime to be
embarrassed by your parents.

- If it was, I'd be in supermax.
- Mm.

Maybe. But your dad wasn't the devil.

Mm.

Hmm.

How'd we do, Penny?

It's like we thought.

Most of the DNA on the bills
was too degraded to work with,

but I was able to amplify two samples.

That's two more than I was expecting.

Neither one is a match for Wix, though.

Not even three gene loci in common.

So any claim

that he handled this cash
won't stand up in court.

Maybe he wore gloves.

How about the two that didn't?

One was an ex-con
named Guillermo Chaves,

but I was told to eliminate him.

The other wasn't in CODIS.

Sorry. I'm sure this doesn't help.

Oh, Penny, you were doing so well.

- What? What did I do?
- You made an assumption.

Sometimes a question's
as good as an answer

if you know who to ask.

I don't understand what I'm looking at.

We don't want you to read
a DNA report, Guillermo.

Just tell us the part you left out.

Somebody else had their hands
on your money. It wasn't Wix.

- They're not in the system.
- Who was it?

I don't know.

Lots of people touch cash, right?

Not this cash. It's been buried

in the desert since 1996.

All right, look, there's got to be

another way I can help you.

What if I call Wix, tell him I want

more money to stay quiet?

You run, like, a sting on him.

I don't want you going
anywhere near Anson Wix.

I want to know who else was in on this.

All right.

Move.

Oh.

I'm-a call

all your friends and introduce myself

as your girl from Criminalistics.

It's ringing.

Garza.

His name's Manuel Garza.

And he is... ?

He's with CDS. I kick up to him.

CDS? Cartel de Sinaloa?

Same as the killer
that went after Brass.

Wix wanted that old blind cop iced,

so he called Garza to handle it.

And Garza called me.

Wait, so you didn't even talk to Wix?

Where do we find Garza?

Look, I ain't saying, bro.

Hey, go ahead. Call them all.

You can put me in prison.

Garza would put me in the ground.

Look at you, thinking

we can't find him ourselves.

- That's my fingerprint?
- Found it on the mount that held the scythe

that hung over the Tanners' fireplace

- in their home.
- Oh, well, that makes sense.

I took the scythe

the last time I was at their house.

I'm sorry, when was this?

Well, there was a candlelight vigil,

ceremony type thing

after they went missing.

You admit you burglarized their home?

I took back a few things
that belong to me.

Their kid never answers
my calls, and I needed

the costumes and props back.

To replace them.

We talked
to some of your people.

None of them mentioned anything

about a new angel and devil.

Haven't been cast. I got to find them.

We're getting killed at the
box office without our big act.

But it's hard to find actors
who really commit.

Meaning what?

Horn implants. Wings.

Dr. Cho is an artist,
but the man needs a canvas.

What are these drapes made out of?

No clue.

Why does it matter?

We'll let you know if it does.

That's not a happy face.

I'll run everything
through ATR to confirm,

but it doesn't look like
anything from Snyder's office

is a match under the scope.

If the thread is a dead end,
maybe we circle back.

I can recheck the dump site.

You can go hack up

some more cow bones with Hugo.

That's odd. I had Tech run tests

on the prescriptions Tori Tanner had.

One of the bottles was
filled with sugar pills.

- Which one?
- Amoxicillin.

Ugh.

Mark. Again.

I'm having a hard time

finding a polite way to tell him
to butt out of my career.

What do I say?

Mm.

Uh, I don't know.

Folsom.

I'm looking for another
perspective here.

Why won't you tell me what you think?

Don't move.

We have a match.

I swear I didn't kill the Tanners.

You know what this means?

Wherever Tori Tanner's body was dragged,

we've already been there.

And now, Your Honor,
with the court's permission,

the state of Nevada would enter
36 exhibits into evidence.

Items found by Detective Kim

inside David Hodges'
private storage unit.

Go ahead.

Exhibit 1, titled as JW1,

is a receipt of the storage unit

with Mr. Hodges' signature
clearly present.

Exhibit 2, titled JW2,

is a flat-bottomed flask

where Mr. Hodges' fingerprints
can easily be found.

Look at Wix.

- Exhibit 3...
- He knows he's got this.

He doesn't know that we got Guillermo.

Hello?

Here to fix the AC?

Oh, my God.

Small blessing, I guess.

What's that?

There would've been more blood

if his heart was pumping
when it happened.

I think someone

didn't like that he was talking to us.

Someone who worked for Wix.

Took a tongue. Left a message.

Yeah, but not much else.

- No bullet casing.
- He was killed

somewhere else.
There's dual lividity here.

So he was hauled in here for us to find?

So we could see what was missing.

Looks like a...

sharp tool. Garden shears.

Or bolt cutters, maybe.

This was our last shot, Gil.

It's not over yet, darling.

There's always something.

May I ask what you're looking for?

Here we go.

Looks like Vinylon to me.

Really?

Thought that was some kind of mesh.

- Been meaning to get that reupholstered.
- You should have.

We found the same red thread
embedded in Tori Tanner's wings.

Mm. Guess that makes sense.
She was my patient.

She was here many times.

- She ever sit in your chair?
- No.

But she wasn't dragged
across my floor, either.

There's got to be an
innocent explanation.

Maybe the thread

stuck to her the last time
she came in for an appointment.

And when was that?

Oh, I'd have to check.

You probably should. Right now.

Ah. This was probably it.

Tori and Jonah Tanner.

Routine post-op consultation.

September 20th.
The day they disappeared.

7:00 p.m.

Were they your last patients of the day?

Uh, I guess.

Uh...
I don't know what to tell you.

Maybe you'll think of something

while we're taking a look around.

I tested every
blade in this place.

Maybe Dr. Cho

was right. Maybe there's an
innocent explanation for it all.

Oh.

Another piece of Vinylon down here.

This glass.

It's different.

The door on the left's got
some new tempered glass.

Right side still has the
original antique glass.

Refracts light differently.

Modern glass is easier to see through.

I'd say Dr. Cho is now, too.

You know how you get marks like these?

You push a woman headfirst
through a glass cabinet.

"You" meaning... me?

Well, if it wasn't you, then
how did Tori Tanner's blood

get on the bottom of your book?

That could've been transfer
from one of my gloves.

I am a surgeon. Tori was my patient.

So,

as her doctor, can you
tell us why Tori's blood

was chock-full of
phagocytosing leukocytes?

What would that indicate?

Oh, it would mean

she was suffering from an infection.

Is that why the Tanners
came to see you that day?

The prescription you wrote

to treat her infection wasn't helping.

These were a placebo, not antibiotics.

Why would I give Tori sugar pills?

Great question. You knew

that her surgical wound
gave her an infection.

It's in the file.

There must've been a mix-up
at the pharmacy.

Her pharmacy

had no record
of this prescription on file.

You gave Tori those pills
yourself, and she suffered

because of it.

Was it because you loved her?

What?

You mounted a replica

of her wings in your office.

You light up every time
we talk about her.

I cared about Tori.

I care about all my patients.

Yeah, but come on.

This was different.

If you fixed her,

you couldn't see her anymore.

So you kept her sick
to keep her coming back.

Did the Tanners want a second opinion?

I can up the dose, but I think
if we'll all just be patient...

No.

We're tired of this.

It's not working.

We need something stronger.

I'm taking her to the hospital.

- Wait, wait. Don't do this! Come on.
- Going to the hospital.

Someone was gonna find out

you were violating your oath

and diagnose you.

With what?

Munchausen by proxy.

You kept her sick so you could see her,

- so you could...
- No.

None of this is true.

The Tanners came to see me
for a follow-up.

I admit that.

But they left right after the exam.

I don't know how Tori's blood
got in my cabinet, but...

But you're sure there's an
innocent explanation for that, too.

I didn't kill them.

I think you did.

You see these grains of sand...

... we found in your cabinet?

They have the same ratio of silica

and feldspar as samples taken

from the burial site. Probably
fell out of your sleeve

when you came back and cleaned up.

I-I didn't want this to happen.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. Call 911!

I didn't know what to do.

I just knew

I had to get rid of them somehow.

I'd do anything to take it back.

What happens now?

Do I sign something?

I don't think one session

has started on time.

Max.

You okay?

I knew Guillermo was scared.

I pushed him anyway.

You warned him
not to get in front of Wix.

Mm-hmm.

Counsel.

My chambers. Right now.

And you, Dr. Grissom.

Join us, won't you?

I need to clear my conscience
and set the record straight.

I started at the crime lab in 2003.

I'd only been a tech a few weeks

when I tampered with my first case.

Mr. Hodges didn't
think it enough to simply

email this confession to the court.

He posted it online.

I forced a guilty verdict
with a fake DNA test.

And that was just the beginning.

Since then, I created evidence

for more cases than I can even remember.

Where is he?

Great question.

He disabled his ankle monitor.

I've notified the LVPD

that Mr. Hodges is on the run

and officially a fugitive from justice.

It's not exactly the limited
confession we were hoping for.

Your buddy just handed Wix
a win on a silver platter.

Emma,

I am so sorry,

but I won't be coming back, honey.

You and our baby...

you have to go on.

Talk to Gil Grissom.

He'll make sense of all this.

Well, Dr. Grissom?

What's going on?

I have no idea.

I'd only been a tech a few
weeks when I tampered

with my first case.
I forced a guilty verdict...

You've reached David Hodges...

He's still not picking up.

He didn't say anything to you
before he sent that confession?

- Mm-mmm.
- I don't get it.

Did the pressure just break him?

I don't buy a word of it.

I don't know
what he was thinking.

He's been pretty quiet
since the trial started.

He's been worried about Emma, the baby.

Talk to Gil Grissom.

He'll make sense of all this.

I'm not sure.

But he knows I don't take
confessions at face value.

So...

maybe it's an invitation

for me to find him.

When's the last time you saw him?

We were supposed to meet

this morning at 9:00 to prep for court.

He said he had permission
to visit Emma first.

She never saw him.
His phone is turned off.

We can't use it to trace
his current location.

True.

But there's more to that file
than audio and video.

Thank you. I...

needed to know what happened.

I hope it's given you some peace.

Actually, I feel guilty.

I thought they brought
this on themselves.

Every kid gets embarrassed

by their parents sometimes, but...

I never shook it.

It wasn't their fault
I didn't understand them.

Wasn't yours, either.

I'm just glad I was wrong.

It's got to be rough

when your own kid doesn't get you.

At least they had each other.

Kindred spirits, you know?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

Not everyone finds that.

Wait, was that about me?

No, I'm just saying,
you know, in general.

I'm gonna drop these off up front.

He's not just gonna

come right out and say it, Allie.

Say what?

That you should break up
with your boyfriend.

I-Is that what you think he meant?

It doesn't look
like Hodges recorded

this confession from
his personal cell phone.

Uh, the phone's MAC
address doesn't match.

What device did he use?

A prepaid.
Like from a gas station.

Why would Hodges buy a disposable phone

to make this video?

Answer's in the question.

Maybe he didn't.

I can tell you when and
where he recorded it.

At 6:26 a.m. this morning,

David was at this geolocation.

Right...

here.

That's across the street
from the hospital

where Emma's gonna deliver.

This stain's got to be here somewhere.

No. No, no!