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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

The most important
chemistry in this lab

is between people. You
better keep an eye on 'em.

If we're gonna be partners,
you should know I-I don't

do well with long silences.

Don't let it fester.

Max says I lost my way.

If you never tell your
side of the story,

can you live with
whatever happens?

I know it's this board's
job to judge my actions.

I almost took justice
into my own hands.

Mr. Folsom,

you are ultimately under
Dr. Roby's purview.

You will be suspended
for one month.

When you return
back to the lab,

it will be as a CSI Level I.

Don't make me regret it.

Dude, no wire here.
Place has been stripped.

'Cause it's not here.

Come on, basement.

Hey, check it out.

There's a backup
generator down there.

That's a hundred
pounds of copper wire.

Serious cash,

bro! Oh, I could
kiss you right now.

No. All right. Come
on. Let's show out.

Oh, wow.

What? So you're just gonna...

Yeah, bro, you got to
let the people know.

There we are. All right.

Yeah!

Hey, check it out, dude.

Nice.

I'm coming, I'm
coming! Oh, God!

Oh, come on!

Oh, God! Okay, okay, okay,
don't move, don't move,

all right? Just let me...

Okay, I'm just gonna
try to reach in...

Don't touch it! Okay! All right.

Call an ambulance!
All right. Fine, fine.

Just give me one second.

Damn. Is that guy dead?

Yeah, definitely.

Gesundheit. Danke.

Coroner just got here.

You okay? Yeah, it's
the dust upstairs.

It's not a problem.
I'll be all right.

Uh, maybe you should
work outside for a bit.

I can cover. But we're a team.

Not gonna let a runny
nose split us up.

Why be miserable?

Or risk contaminating
the evidence?

I would never.

Look, I-I'm here,
let's do the job.

Fine. Just

don't get snot on the body.

No.

No visible signs of rigor.

Looks fresh.

Yeah, there's not much blood.

No mess, no sign of struggle.

I mean, this is damn near
the prettiest cut-up corpse

I've ever seen.

Maybe like he's had practice?

This isn't his first time?

Oh, yeah, that
wouldn't surprise me.

Oh, there's a, uh, dried liquid

over there.

I flagged it.

One sample coming up.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Hey.

Glad to see the vest still fits.

Max busted me to a Level I,

so I'm here to report
to my supervisor

and get my assignment.

Oh, come on.

That's the book and
I'm playing by it.

Seriously?

Are you really Josh Folsom?

Allie.

Help me out here.

Okay.

LVPD's holding the guy

who called it in, the other
one's at the hospital.

They said they were
scavenging copper wire.

It's probably true but we
need to check them out.

You can process their
car. It's over there.

Yes, ma'am.

Glad to have you back, Josh.

Oh, hey.

Coroner already took the body.

Yeah, I saw. Where's Beau?

Oh, he's somewhere outside,
sneezing and wheezing.

Bad reaction to
dust or something.

Finally got him to leave.

Wasn't easy. That
man is part mule.

Really? I didn't think the
two species could interbreed.

Sorry.

What have you found?

Well, Beau sampled
a mystery liquid

over there. This is dried blood.

Just checking if it's human.

And

we have a winner.

Well, the blood is some distance

from the body. Maybe
it's from the killer?

Well, yeah, he was doing
a lot with a knife.

Oh, it's a text
from my daughter.

I'll be right back.

I'll get the blood samples.

Elise. Throwing a little light

on the situation. Yeah.

People keep tripping over stuff.

There. That's better.

Thanks.

Beau wasn't joking
about that dust.

Oof.

Hey, Tom. Hey.

Hey, Lins. I got your
text. So, what's up?

Get away from the building!

Catherine! Oh, my God.

Get back!

Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I think, I think.

Where's Allie? She's
in the basement.

No.

No, no, Josh. No.

Allie! You can't go in there.

It's not safe. Allie,
you okay? Allie!

Allie.

Josh. Are you okay?

I'm okay, but I'm trapped.

Hey.

You all right?

I'm fine. I scraped a knee.

My ears are ringing.

Okay, and where's
Allie? How's Allie?

Folsom's somewhere on
the phone with her.

She's not hurt. She's just...
The way out is blocked.

She can't get out
of the basement.

Okay, so what do
we think happened?

I mean, like a booby trap or...

Well, if it was,

the first person in
would've set it off.

I'm not an arson investigator,

but my money says it
was a dust explosion.

A dust explosion?

Yeah, the-the ceiling tiles

in that room are
treated cellulose.

We used to work with it at Dow.

It's basically compressed paper.

And when it dries and flakes,

the dust has a high Kst.

Just prone to
explosive ignition.

Short circuit...
anything like that,

and it's a spark in a haystack.

Rapid combustion in a
confined space like that,

kaboom. FOLSOM: I
know. Yeah. Uh...

M-Max is here.

Allie.

Hey, Allie.

How you doing? It was noisy.

And there was a lot of
shaking, but I'm fine.

Any idea how I get out of here?

I talked to the city engineers

and they said that's
the only way out.

They have to examine the
site to make sure it's safe

before they can go
down there to get you.

Okay, well, how
long will that take?

Eight to 12 hours, honey.

Sorry, it sounded like
you said "eight to 12"

hours. I did.

You've got to be kidding me.

Well... can't I just move

some of the stuff that's
blocking the door myself?

The engineers said that is
one thing you should not do.

Take away the wrong thing

and you could bring
the whole ceiling down.

Just leave it to the pros, okay?

Lovely. Hey, Allie,
it's Catherine.

Um, there's a bottle of
water in the crime scene kit.

And there's, uh, granola
bars. The good kind.

No raisins. And Joshua

is going to be here
as long as you are.

We're coming for you,
boo. Just sit tight, okay?

I get it.

Thanks.

Okay, what did you manage to
collect before the explosion?

Not much.

The victim's body's on
the way to the morgue.

We did get one sample.
Some kind of dried liquid.

We work with that.

You stay here.

Stay in contact with
her, okay? Okay.

Anything else I can
do, let me know.

How 'bout you do what I ask?

That'd be a good start.

All right?

Hm.

Morning.

Several people have told
me that Allie's trapped

in a basement. Is she all right?

She's stuck a while,
but she'll be okay.

I'm very fond of Allie.

I don't like the idea of
her being in distress.

You and me both.

What do we got?

The thing that catches the eye

besides the triangle
cut in his chest

is there's very little blood
released in the wound area.

Catherine said there was
barely any blood at the scene.

Ergo, the cuts and excisions
were made postmortem.

Killed first then
cut. Cause of death?

Don't have one yet.

Some petechiae and
visceral congestion.

Suggests asphyxiation.

Not conclusive.

I'm running a tox screen.

Uh, do you mind? Be my guest.

Thank you. You said excisions.

Mm-hmm.

What was taken out
besides the heart?

Thymus gland.

A thymus gland?

Mm-hmm.

Get out of here.

Seen a bunch of
hearts stolen before,

but never a thymus.

Yeah, doesn't have the same
romantic connotation, does it?

Look at this.

The initial incision, classic Y.

The edges are neat.
Even the sternum

is cleanly cut.

The person who did this might
be a medical professional

or at the very least,
had some training.

Or watched a bunch of
YouTube videos. Eh.

What's that?

Something must've pressed
against him after he died.

Post-mortem flesh
takes an impression

better than living tissue.

It's almost patterning.

Can you take a cast of that
so we can see what it is?

Delivery in minutes
or your pizza is free.

Any word on when Allie gets out?

They are working on
it. But she's okay?

She's okay, and I'm gonna get a
sweatshirt that says that. Yes.

Ran the victim's
prints, got an ID.

Name's Andre Luckett.

He's a personal trainer
from St. Louis. Mm-hmm.

Here for the Health
and Wellness convention

at the Aurora.

Hawking some
dietary supplements.

Life-changing, I'm sure.

Checked in, went straight
to the convention floor.

He posted this to his
socials yesterday at 5:00.

Hey, gang. Andre here having
a good time down in Hall A.

Come on down 'cause
I want to talk to you

about the path to
a healthier future.

Now, his family's been notified.

Doesn't look like he
knew anybody in town.

It was his first time here.

That poor young man.

Okay. I want you to pull

all of yesterday's
security video

from the area around his booth.

That's gonna be a
ton of video. Yes.

If that's where
he spent his day,

it's possible he met
our killer there.

You're sure Allie's okay?

I wouldn't be here
if she weren't.

Hey.

How's it going?

According to my smart watch,

I have taken a grand total

of 30 steps today.

When is this gonna end?

Boy, that watch really
is your daddy, isn't it?

Something else on your mind?

I heard a noise.

For a moment, I thought there
was something down here with me.

Okay.

That, Josh, is your cue to say,

"No, Allie, there's
nothing down there."

Could be rats.

Right, well, that's not helping.

Okay, I need to
talk about something

that's not being
in this basement.

That's what I'm here for.

You seemed stressed last night.

Was it hard coming back?

Oh.

Um...

Yeah.

I mean, I feel embarrassed.

Can't exactly walk onto the job

with, you know,
Catherine and Beau

and act like nothing
happened. I mean...

Look...

I really, really screwed up,

and everyone knows it.

Yeah, but they're
glad to have you back.

Max say that?

Mm, Max has strong feelings,

but she wants you on the job.

Does Serena?

I can't speak for Serena.

Yeah, no. I...

Yeah, it's a mess.

It's my fault. It's my...
it's my stupid fault.

Okay. I can't just sit here.

I have to do something.

You ever try yoga?

No, I hate yoga.

I'm laying down the grid and
I'm processing the scene.

Well, wait. Wait, wait.

Isn't it kind of
dark down there?

I don't care.

I'll be in touch. I have
to save my phone charge.

Talk soon.

GCMS says the mystery
liquid contains

citric acid, maleic acid,

trans-aconitic
acid, formic acid.

Phytoestrogens,
chloropropanols, amino acid.

Any idea what this adds up to?

I got nothing.

No signs of drugs or poisons.

Not a bodily fluid. I...

What is it?

Well, there's one
way to find out.

We do some more tests. We
run it through the LCMS,

maybe we do a thin-layer
chromatography.

Slow down, Hoss. We have data.

Collecting more is just
gonna give us a bigger pile

we don't understand.

Well, what do you want to do?

Well, let's bring in Max.

See what she thinks. Get
another pair of eyes.

I'm not ready to quit
on this just yet.

Asking for help isn't quitting.

It's collaborating.

I know Allie says we're a team,

but, right now, this feels
like an old married couple,

and you don't want to admit that
we're lost and ask directions.

Because I know where I am.

I'm running the sample
through the LCMS.

Fine.

But when we see a gas
station, we're pulling over.

Hey.

Guess who just

earned her pay. What'd you find?

More dried blood, I think.

It looks a lot older the blood
that Catherine and Beau found.

How do you know? Is it trying to

show you pictures of
its grandchildren?

It's black and streaked.

Looks like something
was dragged through it.

There's luminol, but no
spray bottle to apply it.

What were you thinking, Beau?

Uh, just cone it. We'll-we'll
test it when we get down there.

No. I'm not gonna wait.

Yeah, it's definitely blood.

And there's more.

Allie?

What's going on?

Hang on a minute.

Looks like something was
dragged across the floor.

The boss ordered a
cast of an impression

on the victim's lower chest.

Definitely captures the markings

inside the impression
on the body.

Can't tell what they are.

Also, uh, tox screen came in.

The victim had alcohol
and gamma-hydroxybutyrate

in his system. GHB.

Date rape drug. Didn't kill him,

but the dosage along
with the alcohol

could've rendered
him unconscious.

For the record, there's no
evidence of sexual assault.

Guess that's the good news.

Anything on cause of
death? I'm afraid not.

There's still suggestions
of asphyxiation,

but the hyoid bone is intact

and there's no bruising
around the neck or face, so...

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Allie.

Uh, what's up?

Hey, yourself. I've been
looking around down here.

Guess what I found?

Is that another victim?

No, actually.

It's two more victims.

Obviously, I can't tell
if any organs were taken,

but both victims have
had their chests cut.

Both sternums were cut open?

Very much so.

Sounds like our guy.

There's moisture in here

and some mold, I think. I'm
gonna check the islands.

Islands? Yeah,
decomposition islands.

Like when a body
starts to liquefy,

organic material
collects underneath it.

It's food, so stuff
starts to sprout up.

Huh.

But

this island's bigger

and the fungal growth is a
lot taller than the other one.

It's definitely been here
longer. Maybe two years.

So, once a year, somebody
takes people to the basement,

kills them and then removes
their heart and thymus?

Got to have a hobby, right?

Could it be for organ harvesting

taking the organs
for transplant?

Maybe. Hudson did say that

the cuts were neat,
almost surgical.

Allie, what's that
in the corner?

Is that a sawhorse?

Yeah.

That's odd.

Doesn't really fit with
the other stuff in here.

Shall I check for prints?

No. You've done enough.
We'll-we'll process it

when we get down there.
Allie, take a rest.

Allie? I'll see
you soon. I hope.

SO, you got an idea
about that sawhorse?

I might, but I need
to check it out

in reconstruction room.

No, I need to get to the lab.

I'm waiting for test
results from the FITR.

Something going on
between you two?

Nothing you need to
know about, but can I

borrow you for five minutes?

Hudson said the cause of
death might be asphyxiation

but he can't find the
evidence to back it up.

And you can?

Maybe. This sawhorse

is made of wood, like the one
in the basement. You can see

the grain of wood in
the top of the beam.

I think this pattern
is the grain of wood

from the top beam of the
sawhorse in the basement.

So you think that the
victim was pressed

against the top of the sawhorse.

How did that kill him?

I'm thinking positional
asphyxiation.

Heard of it. Never seen
it. Yeah, it's rare.

I worked a case years ago.

Rancher got tangled
in barbed wire.

It just folded him over.

He was alone, no one
to cut him loose.

He died, like, in ten minutes.

It took us forever to
figure that one out.

So, that situation's
completely different.

What's your theory here?

When you inhale,
your rib cage rises,

your diaphragm drops Mm-hmm.

And your lungs fill with air.

But if you're bent over double
with your head around your knees

and the top of a sawhorse
poking into your diaphragm,

none of those
processes can happen.

Eight or nine minutes of that,

you're dead.

But there are no ligature marks.

He was not tied down.
What held him there?

Maybe nothing.

Hudson said Luckett had GHB
and alcohol in his system.

He would have been out cold.

Killer just had to get
him over the sawhorse,

stand back and watch.

It's quiet, almost gentle.

And if he's trying
to harvest organs,

it'd be a good way to keep
'em from being damaged.

There is the drugs in
his system. No, no, no.

GHB processes very quickly.

I don't think there's
an issue there.

Still feels weird,
don't you think?

Mm-hmm.

Bad weird.

Hey. ROBY: Yeah.

I need you. Yeah.

We're going through footage
of Luckett at the convention.

Found any suspects?
No, but we did learn.

Luckett stayed on the
convention floor for seven hours

without going to the bathroom.

Man had a bladder the
size of Lake Powell.

Now, I wanted to get a jump

on ID'ing the two
John Does Allie found,

so I asked LVPD for open
missing person cases.

There are a lot. Yup.

Las Vegas is the missing
persons capital of America.

Yes, but two are connected

to the Health and
Wellness convention.

Both are young men who came
to the convention alone

and disappeared after their
first day... one last year,

one the year before that.

I don't think we're looking

at just a convention. I think

we're looking at
somebody's hunting ground.

Keep going.

Our guy's there.

Can you please let me know

as soon as they
tell you anything?

Absolutely. Thanks.

Hey.

What's the word?
Uh, there isn't one.

They're still checking
the structure.

Damn it. I've already
done the grid.

My phone battery's
at six percent.

It would really help

to know how much longer
I'm gonna be down here.

Four hours and 11 minutes.

Is a guess

in case a really specific
number helps somehow.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Why?

Maybe there's more bodies.

At least I'll get
some steps in.

The watch will be answered.

Check in every...
every 15 minutes or so?

I'll text. Need to save battery.

Okay. Watch out
for those big rats.

Yeah. Thank you.

Hey. You asked for me?

Uh, no. That was me.

Saw a gas station.

It's time to pull over.

Somebody want to fill me in?

Uh, we... I-I...

I've been doing tests
on the dried substance

we collected from the basement.

I just... I-I still
don't know what it is.

We've identified the elements
it contains... More than once.

We just haven't figured
out how it all adds up.

You-you want me to
take a look? Yes.

Please.

Okay, citric acid.

Chloropropanol, amino
acid. Could be DNA.

No, I thought of
that, but it doesn't

it doesn't fit the
other elements.

It thought it was contamination.

Only one way to find out, right?

Okay, well, it is DNA,

but nobody contaminated
your sample.

How do you know that?

Because it's not human.

What is it?

- It's fish. Mm-hmm.
- Fish DNA.

That wouldn't have been my
first guess or hundredth.

The closest match is

bonito.

What does that mean?

Okay, let me see that
list of elements again.

It's bonito.

That's dashi, citric acid.

Could be any citrus fruit.

These organophosphates

look like rice wine vin

rice wine vinegar.

I think it's ponzu.

Ponzu sauce? Yeah.

The Japanese condiment.
They use it on sushi.

It's citric acid, soy sauce,
bonito flakes, other stuff.

What, so our killer brought
some salmon roll with him?

- I can't see that.
- No, but

if he had,

it wouldn't have been the
only raw meal available.

Thymus gland is sweetbreads.

It's pretty tasty. So
is heart, actually.

So... so, maybe this guy
wasn't hunting for sport.

He was hunting to eat.

Oh, you little bugger.

Whoa.

Okay, how soon can
you get down there?

The engineers said
it won't be long.

She said her battery's low.

Maybe her phone died. The call

would have gone straight
to voice mail. It didn't.

Okay, so tell the
engineers to hurry up.

I'm gonna get LVPD out there.

And Josh,

do not go in there without them.

Max, that place blew up

before anybody could
do a proper search.

Who knows what's down there?

Don't-don't move. Okay.

Don't get up.

I won't. I promise.

My-my name's Allie.

What's yours?

No, we're not gonna do that.

You don't have to
point the gun at me.

Everything's all right.

No, it's not all right.

I watched you.

You're very observant,
you're very, um,

um, uh, diligent

in your investigation.

We both know what
I've been doing.

There are people. They're
gonna be down here any minute.

They'll be looking for me.

If you just give me that gun,

I will tell them
that you helped me

and everything will be
so much better for you.

Really.

You don't know anything. Get up.

You see that?

That's my way out.

It's-it's pretty small.

That's what you're for.

You're gonna make it bigger.

I'd do it, but, um,

I can't. My hand.

Get started.

One more time, we
should be there.

I think we got him. Tell me.

Quite the outfit. Oh, yeah.

Casper the COVID Ghost keeps
showing up at Luckett's booth.

He leaves, comes
back, does it again,

talks to Luckett
three, four times.

He can't stay away.
He's grooming him.

At some point, it's,
"Let's get a drink."

Did you get a
look at his face?

No. We can't ID him.

Wait a minute. Run that back.

Oh.

He's limping. Yeah.

But I don't think
it's from an injury.

You see that shaking hand?

It's on the same
side as his limp.

I think this guy's got some
kind of neuromuscular issue.

That man is sick.

Boo-hoo. So? So,

it just might help us find him.

Hudson, let's talk
about cannibals.

Nothing would please me more.

Uh, intellectually, I mean.

There was a tribe that practiced
cannibalism and got sick, right?

In New Guinea.

They practiced a
mortuary cannibalism.

Family members would
consume a small piece

of the dead relative's
flesh as a funeral rite,

and some would contract
a disease known as kuru.

Uh, it's a type of prion-induced

transmissible spongiform
encephalopathy.

Try that again.

It's a variant of
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

Like mad cow. It
destroys nerve tissue.

Incurable, inevitably fatal.

And some of the symptoms include
palsy and altered gait, right?

Mm-hmm.

Could this guy have kuru?

Mm, possibly, or Parkinson's
or something else.

There's no way to know for sure.

How could you know for sure?

Kuru is usually
diagnosed postmortem

with brain or nerve tissue.

There is a blood test
for prions, but it's new.

Uh, you don't happen to have
a sample of the man's blood?

I might.

I did an OBTI-Hexagon
at the scene.

I still have the sample.

Let's try it.

My hands are cramping.

I need a break.

Over there.

Congratulations.

Yeah.

There are prions in the sample.

The killer is indeed a cannibal.

Congratulations?

Does that mean he
got the disease

from one of the three victims?

Almost certainly not.

Uh, kuru takes many
years to develop.

It's rare.

The odds of contracting
it from just two or three

meals... nonexistent.

So he's been doing
this for years.

But how? He hasn't
been on our radar.

He could have gotten started

like the tribe: With people

who were already
dead. Tell you what.

If I were a cannibal
in training,

I'd want your job. It's
like a buffet down there.

Coroner's office, yes.
Or a funeral home.

That explains

the skillful knife
work on the corpse.

He would have worked
with a lot of them.

So he's been going
along, dining on the job,

thinking everything's okay,

until he snacks on
somebody with a disease.

Makes sense, I guess.

But does that help us find him?

Every case of Creutzfeldt-Jakob
has to be reported

to the county, and
there are very few.

We might be able to
identify the corpse

that transmitted the illness.

And every coroner

and funeral home
that handled it.

Little more and we're there.

Even if you can get out,

they're gonna find you.

They don't even know my name.

We got the okay! Let's go!

I don't understand.

You want to know
about our experience

with Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease?

Three funeral parlors in
the county handled people

who died from it in
the past 15 years.

I already talked to one of
them, the other's closed.

And exactly why do you want
information about someone

who died of Creutzfeldt-Jakob

over a decade ago?

Because I believe
someone who worked here

may have contracted
the disease from them.

Contracted? How?

By eating their flesh.

I wouldn't know anything
at all about that.

Okay.

Then I'm gonna need the name

of every employee who
worked on the diseased body.

That would be a personnel issue.

We have a policy of strict

confidentiality regarding...
Mr. Morrison, if you discovered

one of your employees was
dining on corpses ten years ago

and you fired him
and covered it up

in the hopes that no one
would find out, well,

the next couple
of days are going

to be very embarrassing for you.

But if you don't
give me the name

of that person right now,
you won't be embarrassed.

You'll be in jail.

His name's Calvin Wawrzecki.

They found him cutting
and eating flesh

from a client he was supposed
to be preparing for burial.

That sounds like our
guy. You get an address?

Yeah. LVPD's on the way.
I'm gonna meet them there.

Call me when you get there.

They've almost
dug down to Allie.

I'm headed out there now.

Allie?! Allie?!

Clear. Where are you?

We're clear. Allie?

Allie?

Allie?

Hallway's clear.

Calvin Wawrzecki... he was
down here the whole time.

And those copper scavengers...
they must have surprised him

while he was still dealing
with Luckett's body.

And he stayed out of sight
until it was just him and Allie.

Choppers are in the air.
We will find them. Okay?

How? We don't know
where they went.

I found Wawrzecki's lunch box.

I took a look. Let's just
say he hasn't eaten yet.

Okay, look, there's got to
be something. Like what?

This is-this is just like
the Hodges case, right?

We got there, Hodges was gone,
but he left us a message.

Allie would absolutely
remember that.

What kind of message do
you think she'd leave?

I... I don't know. Something.

Do you know what
a cairn is? Uh-uh.

No. It's a way to
mark a hiking trail.

It's usually a
small pile of rocks.

We got blood. Thank you.

She wrote something in blood.

"Johnny Cash smart"?

What-what is "smart"?

That watch she's
always going on about.

She's wearing it.
Can we track it?

If we've got the
password we can.

"Johnny Cash."
That's the password.

You can tell by the dollar sign.

You sure about that?
You got a better idea?

Hey!

In. In!

Come on.

117, do you have her signal?

Got a weak one. It's in

the northwest quadrant.

We need her exact location.

Working on it.

I'm not a bad person.

I-I h-hate hurting people.

I try so hard
n-not to hurt them.

It's just.

I love the taste.

Just like a-a drop of acid,
like a ponzu or a b-balsamic?

There's-there's nothing like it.

You'd like it.

I don't think so.

No, you loved it!

Remember when
mother was your meal

and you-you-you
latched on to her

and you-you gorged on her

and you sucked her
right into you, and...

You begged for her.

We all love the taste
when we're little.

It's just, some people forget.

And I never did.

Turn around.

I'm sorry.

Calvin Wawrzecki! LVPD!

We have you surrounded!

Calvin.

Calvin, they know your name.

You can't hide anymore.

Drop any weapons!
We're making entry.

Y-You really should
try it sometime.

On the ground,
Calvin, right now!

Hands! Got him?

Got him.

Let's go.

Allie?

Allie, you okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Allie? Hey.

Um, I th-I think I
could use just a minute.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, hey. Hey.

Great news about Allie, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, it's a relief.

I know how much
experience you have, and I

respect that, 100%.

But I've got some experience.

And there are ways
I like to do things,

and that deserves respect, too.

Oh, I hear that.

But why should I indulge
my partner in something

I think is wrong just
to protect his feelings?

I didn't ask to be your partner.

I didn't ask to be yours.

How are we gonna make this work?

I don't know.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Hey.

Why are you not at home?

Had to pick up some stuff.

Thank you for keeping me
company in the dungeon.

It really helped, to
know you were there.

Happy to do it.

I have a question, though.

What's that?

Johnny Cash?

He's a poet, and the
voice of my soul.

Seriously?: Yeah,
I really like him.

I never would have thought.

Well... glad I can
still surprise you.

Oh, hey.

Hi.

Good job today.

Thanks.

Serena.

Forget it.

I'm trying.