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Previously on Vegas...

This is rented to a Mr. Hodges.

It's like his own little lab
to fake evidence.

Hodges didn't do this.

Someone just made it look
like he did.

Let's go deeper in the DNA.

Our man looks to be of
South American descent.

Nora is with
Internal Affairs.

I'm gonna interview
a few folks around here.

That is your
- signature, correct?
She holds

- her cards close to the vest.
- She's gonna give you a peek

at the evidence
so you can narrow down

our list of suspects.

- You know who did it.
Only one
of our suspects

has the skills
to do what I saw.

♪ Bah-bah, bah-bah

♪ Bah-bah, bah,
bah-bah-bah, bah-bah ♪

♪ Bah-bah, bah-bah...

Boomerang 8-7,
this is Vegas tower. Come in.

Boomerang 8-7,
this is Vegas tower. Come in.

Boomerang 8-7,
tell me you read me.

We are starting
to worry down here.

- What's the call?
- Tower can't raise
a cargo plane

lining up for runway four.

All security vehicles

to runway four.

All security vehicles
to runway four.

Homeland Security
thinks we got a hostage

situation or a kamikaze,
so get us to four now.

Let's go!

Eyes on aft compartment.

Guns up on that cargo door,
stack behind me.

Stand by for
plug door breach.

Breeching.

That's our man.

Martin Kline. You two believe

this guy framed David Hodges,

He wanted him to look
like a rogue lab tech.

- It's a theory.
- So is evolution.

Kline matches the phenotype of
the man that we're looking for.

And he has the technical skills

to pull it off.

He's a former medical examiner.

These days,
Kline makes his living

as an expert witness,
same as Hodges.

So 8,000 criminals
could get sprung

because of what
this guy did. Why?

He got a bone to pick with
the criminal justice system?

Oh, he's picked
a lot of bones.

That's part of the reason we
think he deserves a closer look.

Okay, I haven't had
my coffee yet.

Can we not speak in riddles?

Detective Cross showed me a case
that Hodges supposedly fixed.

It hinges on a piece
of broken femur, leached of DNA.

We had ten suspects.

Kline is the only one
that would know how to do that.

But he had to get that
femur from somewhere.

Kline conducts
private autopsies.

I think swiping parts

from corpses
is generally frowned upon.

The man may have
sent somebody

to kill Jim Brass
just to get our attention.

I don't think
a frown's gonna stop him.

There's a problem
at the airport.

I like where
you two are headed

on this, but IAB has still

got its eyes on you.

Keep flying
under the radar.

Thanks.

- Maxine.
- Marcus.

Um, this is Allie Rajan
and Josh Folsom.

Guys, this is
Special Agent Barron.

Don't gamble with this guy.
He still owes me a drink.

What's it been--
- three years?
- Yeah.

When we call in the local
geek squad, it's a mixed bag,

but looks like I hit
the jackpot in Vegas.

Good thing, too.

We really need all the help
we can get on this one.

All right, tell us.

So this cargo plane is
inbound from Sonora, Mexico,

radio silent on approach.

Homeland Security goes
full tilt freak-out,

but the plane
lands autonomously, no incident.

The plane landed itself?

Modern flight systems
can communicate

with the magnetic sensors
in the runway.

Everything's automated.

Lucky thing, too.

What the hell
happened up there?

That's the question.

Unfortunately, there's
nobody alive to answer it.

I wouldn't say that.

You asked us.

♪ Who... are you?

♪ Who, who, who, who?

♪ Who... are you?

♪ Who, who, who, who?

♪ I really wanna know

♪ Who... are you?

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ Who...♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you!

Careful, Maverick.

Do you want to fly, Goose?

I'd rather get in there.

We'd have to take
these pictures first anyway.

At least now we're not
tromping over all the evidence.

Not all the evidence.

There's blood
on the ceiling.

Cast-off or arterial spray?

Could be either.
Two of 'em got it in the neck.

From a fire safety ax,
looks like.

Ugh.

That thing is coated.

Can't say I'm optimistic
about prints.

Great. We got The Shining
at 30,000 feet,

and no easy way to know
- who did the chopping.
- Hmm.

What do you think?

Somebody went nuts
with the ax,

victim got ahold of it
and fought back?

That'd be my guess.

I don't want
to guess, Chris.

I want to know.

That's Captain Eduardo Reyes.

The first officer, Mike Conroy.

That's Ellis Truette.

He subs for us sometimes.

Wasn't on the schedule.

- He must've been deadheading.
- What?

Uh, sitting jump seat,
hitching a ride home.

Our pilots do it all the time.

Is there anything
on the black box?

No. Someone pulled
the fuse.

Mr. Watkins,
can you think of any reason

why one of those pilots
would do something like this?

No. No. No idea.

These are good men, family men,
been with our company for years.

Hell, Captain Reyes is a hero.

When he flew civilian,

he landed a 767
that lost an engine.

He-he saved 200 lives.

That's his wife. Um...

- Yeah.
- Excuse me.

Yeah.

So, I was, um... I was
surprised to see you.

I... I heard you were
based in Atlanta.

Were you checking up on me?

I, uh, cleared a couple
of FAA cases.

I sort of became Agent Airplane
for the Bureau.

Now they send me all over.

Do CSIs have specialties
like that?

I'm genetics and kinesiology.

- Kind of like body language?
- Kind of.

You lost your wedding ring.

- Mm-hmm.
- Good. I never liked
your husband.

You never met my ex.

What are you
looking at?

A lot of Type A negative,
Type O

and B positive.

Reyes, Conroy, Truette.

How about all the rest?

That's the question.

Once we find out who bled where,

might be able to say
who killed who.

We're gonna be
blood-type testing

for the rest of
our natural lives.

I called the coroner's
office to check which cases

Kline's consulted
on lately.

Here we go.

Riley Jones, traffic fatality.

CSI deemed it an accident.

Martin Kline
conducted a second autopsy

at the request of the family
two months ago.

That sounds benign.

Kline's done two autopsies
this year.

The first was interred
at a mausoleum.

That wouldn't be my choice
if I was a bone thief.

Ms. Jones here
is a better bet.

Her family donated her body
to science. You see that?

Oh. Good.

We get to go to the body farm.

Type A.

Sample 134 is more
from Captain Reyes.

Hello? Let's hear some chatter
down there, team.

How about some
"Never Have I Ever"?

What?

It's a drinking game.
You say something

you've never done.

And if the other person has,
they got to drink, or,

you know, chart blood. So...

Never have I ever...
been to England.

Ugh.

You got me there.

Okay. Never have I ever...

been to a football game.

Football-football or soccer?

- Both.
- Ugh.

All right, all right,
never have I ever rapped

in a middle school talent show.

You showed him the video?

♪ Uh, uh.

All right, here's a real one.

Never have I ever
seen an FBI agent

more interested in our boss.

You caught that, too, huh?

Hey, seems like a good dude.
She should go for it.

Are you mad?
That's a terrible idea.

Well, just mixing
work and...

Hmm. Never mind.

All right, I'm done
on this quadrant.

Ah.

I'm not seeing any more
blood back here.

Do you think someone forget
to fasten this crate?

No. This strap got
the same treatment

as those bodies up front.

They were looking
for something.

Mm-hmm.

Do you think one of those guys
up there started snooping

and got caught?

Maybe this was
a heist gone wrong.

Maybe it didn't
go wrong at all.

Let's imagine that each
of these chips

- is worth a $1,000.
- Why would we imagine that?

Because $1,000 chips

at the Zenith Casino
are the most valuable chips

in Vegas

without RFID tracking.

So, they're untraceable.
Anyone could cash them in,

a few at a time,
no questions asked?

Yup.

We found a cargo
crate on board

that got tampered
with midflight.

Checked the packages inside
against the manifest.

Only one was missing.

"

Zenith Casino."

This API box is the same size
as the one that disappeared

from the plane.
Guess how many chips fit inside.

Probably enough
to buy me a little lake house.

Two million dollars' worth.

All from a factory in Sonora.

Two mil?

Someone else must've been on the
plane. They killed three men,

jumped out a
whole lot richer.

But after he jumps,
how was the door closed?

How was the cabin
repressurized? I think

your theory might
have some holes.

We got to play the hand
we're dealt.

The killer left something
in that plane.

We find it, we find them.

Wonderful place you
have here, Dr. Abbas.

- Thank you.
- I don't hear that a lot.

Most people think
body farms are ghoulish.

As if there's another way
to study decomposition.

Ah, that smell.

So many memories.

I understand you're interested
in one of our bodies.

What has you so curious
about Riley Jones?

Well, we're not sure
you were given an intact corpse.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry then.

It might be too difficult
to tell at this point.

Ms. Jones has Grid 17 here
all to herself,

- so, here she is.
- Hmm.

And there she is.

And, well,
there's more over there, and,

well, you're welcome
to whatever you can find.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Looks like a coyote
or something was here.

Let's hope
there's enough bones left

to tell if Dr. Kline
was the first scavenger

to find Ms. Jones.

Hey, Watson?

The game's afoot.

The human body is just
no match for a crash ax.

Captain Reyes and
First Officer Conroy

both died
of arterial hemorrhaging.

23 lacerations and not
one defensive wound?

Huh.

None here, either.

You'd think the second guy faced
with an ax-wielding maniac

would maybe get
a hand up, no?

Maybe they were already
incapacitated.

Are these from
taser prongs?

You mean
from a stun gun?

That was my thinking.

Puncture diameter
and depth are both consistent

with taser prongs.

Hold up. Tasers are packed
with AFID tags, AFIDs.

Numbered confetti
basically IDs the weapon.

They blow out when fired.

- We didn't find any.
- True...

but if the door was open
midflight for a thief to jump,

there would have
been a vacuum.

I mean, bodies are too heavy,
cargo was tied down.

But any little
bit of paper--

it would've been
sucked right out.

Story gets a little more
complicated over here.

Ellis Truette,
our jump seat rider.

I looked him up.

Poor guy's wife
died in childbirth.

Sad stuff.

His little
boy is eight.

Anyway, Truette was
involved in the fight,

but he wasn't tased, and he
didn't die like the other two.

- How'd he die?
- Hypoxia.

Pulmonary vasoconstriction and
alveolar hemorrhaging confirm.

You think he was starved
from oxygen

when the cabin
depressurized?

So he was still alive when

the killer jumped
out with the chips.

Mm, not for long.

Probably didn't help

that his lung capacity
was already limited.

Stage three or
four lung cancer.

Everyone ends up in a room
like this sooner or later.

For Mr. Truette, it wasn't
going to be much later.

Truette wasn't tased.

He wasn't nearly as hacked up.

He was already dying
of terminal cancer.

We sure he was an
innocent victim?

You think he was
in on the heist?

He could've snuck
a partner in crime on board,

someone he shouldn't
have trusted.

I mean, the man was about
to leave his kid fatherless.

Maybe he didn't want
to leave him penniless, too.

Is that what happened?

So your people have a hunch

this Truette guy
was in on it?

My three least
favorite words

are "coupon,"
"quinoa" and "hunch."

I had Truette's luggage
sent up for analysis.

Well, I think you can skip
the fancy science this time.

You give me one good look
at someone's bag,

I'll tell you 50 things
about them.

50 things, huh? Go on.

How about one?

I bet he smuggled in

his partner in here.

They don't X-ray commercial
pilots' luggage in Mexico.

- Boss?
- Yeah.

Prelims came back
on the blood.

212 samples-- all
from the decedents.

If there was another passenger,
they didn't bleed on that plane.

I think we can stop saying "if."

This is a Trojan horse.

You know what?

I don't think we can learn
50 things about this guy,

but I'd settle
for one or two.

Only thing I see is residue
from a cleaning product.

Even if it was just a baby wipe,

we're probably out
of luck on DNA.

What is that? Lint?
Here.

I think it's one
of those stickers

that they slap on your luggage
at the airport.

Think that'll tell us
something, Agent Airplane?

I'm impressed.

You got all the broken
spinous processes in order.

Well, we've had some practice.

Yeah, I'm still
missing three bones.

There's no left
true rib number four,

right tibia
or right talus.

A private autopsy was done

by a man who may have
taken souvenirs.

It wasn't Martin Kline, was it?

What makes you
think that?

The Nevada pathology community
is basically middle school.

I mean, nobody wants to
sit at Marty's table.

If I were to guess
who's a creepy bone thief...

Well, that would be
a good guess.

Let's have a look

and see what the old weirdo
might have taken.

Tibia and talus were on the menu
for a coyote, maybe a bobcat.

Yeah, well, I think true rib
number four was removed by

a different kind of animal.

One with opposable thumbs,
perhaps?

And a Stryker Autopsy Saw
with an oscillating tip.

There you are.

Sticker you found

was from 2014.

A flight Truette's
cousin was on.

Check out my
man's sheet.

Gary Hayworth.

He's got sticky fingers.

Yup, attached to
a wee little man.

Five-two,
about a buck-25

at his last booking.

So he'd fit in
Truette's bag.

Not only that.

Last known address
is Truette's house.

I guess they
live together.

I mean, he'd have
to be a real dirtbag

to kill his own cousin, but

he does appear
to be a real dirtbag.

I think he's about
to meet the FBI.

They look good in
those windbreakers,

but never would I ever.

You know, what I was
starting to say the other day

about, um, dating
someone from work?

I just think it's a
recipe for disaster.

Allie, the game is
"Never Have I Ever."

It's not a list of things
you claim you wouldn't do.

Oh.

Hello, ma'am.
Agent Barron, FBI.

I'm looking for
Gary Hayworth.

Oh. I'm sorry. He's not here.

Okay.

Uh, do you...
you all want to come in?

Yes, please.

I haven't seen Gary in a while,
but I'm not always here.

I'm one of the sitters
that takes care of Cole when...

when Ellis was working.

Look, I heard he's gonna have
to go to foster care now.

- He in there now?
- Yeah.

I took him for ice cream,
but it's not like

much is gonna
cheer him up.

He put himself in his room
when we got home.

He's a really sweet kid. I...

Any idea
when Gary was here last?

He just comes and goes.

I thought he lived here.

No, I think he just stays
in the guest room

when he needs a place to crash.

I just haven't
seen him much lately,

which is fine by me.

- Not a fan?
- It's none of
my business,

but I just never thought
that he was the best influence.

House is clear.
Suspect's MIA.

Thank you for
your cooperation.

Of course.

You find something that puts
Gary Hayworth on that plane

or tells us where he is
now, Bureau's buying.

I think he's guilty.

Of dressing like
a roadie for Nickelback.

Sloppy guy. What is that?

I'm almost afraid to find out.

But I will... just in case
he wore it on the plane.

What have you got there?

Truette's computer.
Check out the last site

he visited.

Ah.

Currency exchange
- calculator.
- Who knew

two million dollars turned
into so many Maldivian rufiyaa?

Looks like
- our missing man Gary did.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

I'm Josh.
You're Cole, right?

What you got there?

You get that from your dad?

No, it's new. It was on my bed
when I got back from ice cream.

Uncle Gary probably brought it
because he heard about Dad.

You got that today?

I knew my dad was sick, but
I didn't think he was gonna...

Of course not.

Why are all these
people here?

Someone hurt your dad.

Who?

We don't know yet.

Are you gonna catch him?

Yes. I am.

Hey,

would it be all right
if I borrowed your snow globe?

It might help.

If it was magic, the person

who did this would already be
in prison.

He will be soon.

Hey, it'll just be
for just a day or two.

I'm gonna...
I'm gonna do my best.

All right.

We've got a killer in the wind
with two million dollars,

and you're playing
with Silly Putty.

Yeah, if there's a better way
to pull prints

from a curved surface,

well, you let me know.

I'm trying to get Gary
in Truette's house

after the crash.

Well, that'll
shrink our radius.

Any chance we got lucky,

and those prints are
all airplane grease?

We're not that lucky.

Okay. I pulled
a half dozen prints.

More art than
science, isn't it?

It's art and science.

Does that say "matches,"

plural?

Yeah, some of these are
Gary's, but, yup, looks like

we got a second suspect
floating around Truette's world.

Jenny Romero-- grand
larceny, grand theft auto.

Wow. She's hardcore.

And petite.

She'd practically
fit in a knapsack.

I'll put out a BOLO.

You are good, Roby.

Ms. Sidle?

I'm sorry. Have we met?

No, but we have
a mutual acquaintance.

Dr. Abbas from the body farm.

Right.

And there is
your husband.

Now we have the matched set.

Everything all right here?

Oh, absolutely.

I just wanted to introduce
myself. I'm Martin Kline.

I heard

you were
double-checking my work.

Don't worry.

I'm not offended.

Your reputation precedes you.

I know all about
you, really.

That's why I wanted to talk.

About what?

Riley Jones's cause of death.

I'd love to see

if we're all on the same page.

Yeah, well,
I'd love to talk,

but, uh, we're running late.

We have to be somewhere,
meet somebody.

Of course.

Have a nice night.

I'll come bother you
some other time.

What the hell
was that about?

Fishing expedition.

He knows we're on to him.

I don't think
he'll be back.

He wouldn't want
to make us more suspicions.

He's not going to leave us
anything to find, either.

He'll scrub all of it.

We can't hide
anymore, Gil.

It's time to get a warrant.

They know.

Yeah. It's gonna have
to be dealt with.

You won't go for
drinks last night,

but you take me up for
coffee this morning.

What am I missing, huh?

I don't know. Boundaries?

You are single.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

What happened there?

I stopped making breakfast.

Um, he stopped picking up
after himself.

And we both gave a little less
every year

until there was nothing left
between us.

You ever think
about giving it one more shot?

Something long-term?

I'm married to my job.

That's it for now.

Yeah.

Hey.
There's our buddy in the mirror.

You recognize that guy?

Is that Gary Hayworth?

Mm-hmm.

Here I thought we were
just grabbing breakfast.

How'd you find him?

It's called
"French fry forensics."

Half of his shirts
all have the same stain.

It's a mix of beef tallow
and starch,

instead of cooking oil.

We called all the places
on this side of town

that did it
the old-fashioned way.

He practically lives here.

Sure looks like it.

Who knew
carbs make such a great alibi?

I doubt he could fit
in the same suitcase

he could as a young man.

He wasn't on that plane,

but doesn't mean
he's not an accomplice.

I didn't do anything.

Okay, well, let's hear
about what you didn't do.

You and your friend
Jenny Romero. Where is she?

I don't know.
I don't know. Why?

Because we're looking
for the person

who killed two API pilots,
and double-crossed your cousin

in the middle
of their heist.

You seen any of
these recently?

- Whole bunch of red ones?
- Wait. Are you trying to say

Ellis robbed a casino?

'Cause that's...
No. No way.

And-and Jenny never even
met Ellis.

Ooh. Careful. You don't
want to lie to the FBI.

Her prints were
in his home.

- On a snow globe.
- Well, yeah.

of course they were.
She picked that up for me.

The kid's dad
just died.

I wanted Cole to know
someone still cared about him,

so we left him a present.

I'd like to ask her
to verify that story.

Can you put us in touch?

She's not answering my calls
today.

I was not enthusiastic enough
about her new hairstyle.

You see her,
you call me, hmm?

I mean, it's really
dealer's choice, isn't it?

'Cause it's a few
different charges

that might apply to
Dr. Kline stealing that bone.

Destruction of evidence
would give us

- the widest search parameters.
- Yeah.

But that'll set off alarm bells
at the DA's office

before it even
gets to the judge.

You think the DA
would shut us down?

I think the DA
is like every other lawyer.

She doesn't even want
to know our investigation exists

until we're ready
for prime time.

"Removal of remains
for sale, purchase

or punishment."

Category D felony.

This might give us cover.

You know if we're wrong
about this guy,

that's the ball game.

You'll have to watch
David Hodges's trial

from the cheap seats.

Max, if you have
any hesitation

about this, it shouldn't
be what happens to us.

We're not the ones with
the long career ahead of us.

There's other ways
to get a warrant.

One that doesn't
put your job at risk.

No. This is my job.

If David Hodges goes down,

then this lab's reputation
never recovers.

I'll get you that warrant
to search Kline's house.

Hey, little man.

Hey.

You know, I need to hang on

to the snow globe your uncle
gave you a little longer.

So until
I can give it back,

I figured
you should have another one.

He's nervous about CPS today.

- Yeah.
- What do you say, Cole?

- Thanks.
- Good job.

I'm gonna get your stuff, buddy.

Okay.

Hey, sometimes in life,

it feels like
we're caught in a storm.

You can't see
what lies ahead.

And then things settle.
You can see clearly.

You know, when I was your age,

I spent a little time
where you're going today.

And you're gonna
be fine, all right?

Hi Cole. I'm Theresa.

And it's Laura, right?
You're the one who called?

Yeah. He's, uh, all set to go.

Joshua Folsom, Criminalistics.

If Cole needs
anything, you call me.

Okay. If we're all done

with goodbyes,
just sign right here.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Come on, Cole.
I got it.

- Be good, Cole.
- Watch your step.

What?

Just wave to the boy.

We're not doing this here.

There's this riddle I know.

How does someone get frostbite
in the desert?

Well, it's kind of a cheat. See,

they're not in the desert.

They're over it.

40,000 feet up,

where it's minus 60 degrees.

- Am I being accused of something?
Not yet.

Maybe soon. You look a lot
like a killer we're after.

Oh.

I'm not a murderer.

Don't get huffy,

former Airman Kennerly.

It's a matter of public record,

you're an attempted murderer.

Six years in an Air Force brig
for trying

to kill your superior officer.

Oh, seems lenient now.

I made a mistake.

I have paid for it.

And I have
turned my life around.

Whose idea was it
to steal those poker chips?

- Yours or Truette's?
- Well, it must have

been his because I don't know
what you're talking about.

Maybe he wanted

to get down to Mexico,
ride jump seat.

If there was no record
of him on that flight,

then nobody would know
- what he did.
- The other possibility

would be that his murderous
babysitter sold him on a plan.

He smuggles you on board.

He distracts the pilot.

You grab the chips.

You get back in the bag.

And the thing is, if you had
done that, you'd be rich.

But not as rich, right?

One million bucks
wasn't enough for you.

Ellis Truette was dying.

He was stealing
to provide for his son.

I can almost understand that,
but you...

butchering three people?

Making that sweet kid an orphan?

Takes a special kind
of evil, Laura.

You can't prove I was up there.

If you're not
charging me

with anything, I can go, right?

The door is right there.

But I'm not gonna kid you.

We'll be watching.

Ooh, she doesn't like you.

She's really gonna hate me
when I put her on that plane.

There you are.

Feds tracked down
Gary's girlfriend.

Jenny Romero had an alibi.

Makes sense. She didn't do it.

Mm. I was a bit surprised
to hear it was

the babysitter
who swung the ax.

Any luck here?

A lot of prints on the packages
in the crate she opened,

but none were hers.

Nothing puts Laura
on this plane.

I'm out of places to look.

Well, this got released.

Oh, thanks.

I'd like to get that
back to Cole.

Mm.

Hmm.

The blood on the ceiling.

It was upside down.

♪ If I lie when I say
that I'm getting emotional ♪

♪ Emotional♪

♪ Let me try to express
all the things ♪

♪ That you want me to

♪ That you want me to♪

♪ Yeah,
I feel nothing ♪

♪I got something

♪I need you near

♪ You're the only one that
never fools around here, so ♪

♪ You won't ever break

Got another riddle
for you, Laura.

What's tiny, colorful
and worth the rest of your life?

It's called an "AFID tag." See?

This little gal
and a hundred just like her

get blown out of a taser
every time one's fired.

The little
serial numbers there?

They're tied
to just one cartridge.

Like the one you bought.

- And used

to kill three people.

But taking out the pilots
didn't go as planned, did it?

'Cause they fought back.

So you grabbed the
closest weapon you could--

the crash ax-- and that's when
things got very, very bloody,

even before
the plane started to roll.

And by the time
the plane stabilized,

I'm sure you thought
they were all dead.

But one other person

your partner, Ellis Truette.

He had just enough fight
left in him to shut

the door and activate
the auto-land system.

Is that right?
Wow. What a hero.

- Maybe not, but Ellis
Truette's final act

was saving thousands
of lives on the ground.

And he wasn't a killer.

What do I get
if I give it back?

Oh, you will.

But first...

You know how those fit, right?

Sorry about your timing,

Dr. Grissom, but you might be
a little too late

with that warrant.

Not much left to search here.

The call came in an hour ago.

That's when
the neighbors heard it.

Do you know
if they saw anything?

No witnesses is what I heard.

Cops are outside.

I don't even think
they've got an ID yet.

- Honestly, good
luck with that one.

His name was Martin Kline.

Hopefully,
DNA will give us an ID,

seeing as how his teeth blew up
with his head.

It's Kline's watch, his shoes.

Yeah, probably not
his grenade, though.

Yeah.

I guess the new question now is,

who'd want Kline dead?

I mean, the timing of this...

Yeah, right before
we show up to search.

Any proof that Kline was
connected to Hodges's case...

Whoever did this,
pretty determined

to keep their secrets a secret.

- Uncle Gary.
- Oh!

- Ah!
- Look who it is, huh?

- What are you doing here, man?
- So...

Huh? I didn't know
I was gonna see you today.

Um, s-sorry.
M-Mr. Folsom

was showing me
how they do fingerprints.

Oh, man,
don't worry about it.

You look so cool.
You got stuff on your face.

Hey, Cole.

You know, you can
see Bridge Mountain

if you squint from over there.

- Really?
- Yeah. I want to talk to
your uncle for a sec, okay?

Go check it out, bud.

Thought I was
coming in here to, uh,

thank you for what
you did for Ellis.

But I mean, I... what...?

What is he doing here?

Cole hasn't been
placed in a home yet.

I wanted to talk
to you about that.

That's what your cousin wanted
when the cancer got him, right?

He tell you he was
gonna set you two up?

Hey, man, I'm not here
to bust you, all right?

I'm here about what's left
of your family.

What's best for him.

I mean, you know, I mean,
I lo... I love that kid.

And he deserved...

I'm just not sure
I'd make a great dad.

Having a not-great dad
who loves him is

a hell of a lot better
than no dad at all.

Believe me. I know.

You really think
I could do it?

Cole!
Come here, bud.

Yeah, come over
here, buddy.

Hey, I'm gonna leave you
with your Uncle, all right?

You remember what I told you?

My dad was a hero.

Yo!

- Aah! Aah!
- He's strong, man.

It's the strong friendship,
you know?

Come on, buddy.
Let's get out of here.

Hey, Sara?

The fire in here didn't
come from the blast.

- Someone didn't want us to
play with Dr. Kline's toys.

This just looks
like a giant mess.

It was actually
someone cleaning up.

- What's that?
- Duct tape.

It was stuck to what
was left of his neck.

The grenade was
taped to him.

Kline was working for someone
else when he framed Hodges.

He had to be.

Well, we didn't pack for a fire.

Max is sending a team. We don't
have to do all this ourselves.

Mm. I'll see
if the fire guys got

some shovels
we can use.

Hey, Sara?

You didn't process
this hallway, did you?

Not yet, no.

- Could you close the door?
- Uh-huh.

I think
they finally made a mistake.

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