All language subtitles for CSI_ Vegas 3-5

All right, keep up
the good work, Cinco.

Hey, Tres, how's it going there?

Cuatro, did you
see that? ♪ For ♪

Cuatro, what just happened?

What the...?

Oh, hold it.

Oh.

Hey.

We don't have to be... Look, I
know we're not together anymore...

Good morning. Hey.

I'm sorry.

No...

How have you been?

I'm, uh, I'm fine.

We should still be
able to talk, you know?

Share stuff.

It's not like I'm still
reporting on you guys

to Internal Affairs anymore.

And the venue was
so great and...

But there's no pressure
to set a date, though.

No pressure at all.

I was just writing
in the future log

in my bullet journal.

Maybe you're not a
"long-term plan" kind of gal.

Also cool.

Everything okay?

Did you just hear
what Chavez said?

Uh, uh, no, no. What?
Detective Chavez.

She just said it's not
like she's still reporting

on us guys to Internal
Affairs anymore.

Not like she's
still, as in she was.

Chavez was reporting on
us to Internal Affairs.

All of us. In secret.

Probably this whole time.

Which is... bad.

I-I can't believe
this. I got to go.

Yeah.

Smile, Allie, you're on camera.

Don't get too excited.
Some kind of power surge

knocked everything offline.

Cameras, motion sensors,

and most of the robots.

Most of the robots?

Mm-hmm. They cleared
them all out for us.

And apparently they call
this place a "dark factory."

Machines run all night,

and they set up for human
workers the next day.

They weren't just
using the machines.

Look, they were building them.

So, robots building robots.

Robots all the way down.

The overnight
shift is maintained

by just one man. Well, it was.

Robert Cuevas, 48.

Worked in this factory
the last eight years.

Contusions here and here.

Probably some more here.

So cause could be
blunt force trauma.

Hey, what do you make of this?

Whoa. Whoa?

What's whoa?

This spatter is
all over the map.

It came from only a
handful of impacts,

but the size of the
blood droplets...

These are around
four millimeters.

These are maybe two, 2.5.

All normal.

Those are one millimeter.

Less than a millimeter
means really fast,

like a bullet or a table saw.

But the pattern is
similar to a blunt impact.

Like a punch. Hi.

Hi there.

Sorry to bother. Sorry.

I'm Sabrina,
Mr. Thomas's assistant.

Mr. Thomas?

The owner of this company,
among many others.

I was asked to let you
know that the techs

who found Mr. Cuevas's
body are here

if you maybe want
to talk to them.

Yeah.

Hey.

A man lay dying with
all these machines

moving and working
all around him, huh?

It's kind of dehumanizing.

Wait a minute.

Is that blood?

Yeah, there's more here.

Allie.

Are those hairs?

Yep.

Same color as our
victim's, right?

Well...

Did they go out that way or...?

Let's see.

Look there. It's going this way.

That's a bit bizarre, right?

Hey there, little fella.

So, you didn't
kill him, did you?

Hey, where's your little bestie?

Beau and I drove separately.

Believe me, we see
enough of each other

under Allie's partner system.

You don't really think that a
robot killed that guy, do you?

Well, the experts say
it couldn't happen.

RGB/lidar array combined with
a proximity guidance system

means it can see perfectly.

It couldn't collide
with objects.

We built it to not
collide with objects.

Thank you for that very
thorough explanation,

which wasn't an
answer to my question.

Is it literally impossible

for one of these
machines to hurt someone?

We've been building
these guys for six years.

Never had an injury.

Well, Bill burnt his hand

on a soldering iron last month.

We've never had a
robot-related accident.

Okay, what if it
wasn't an accident?

Could someone tamper
with one of these things

to make it more dangerous?

Well, I ran diagnostics on
the bloody one, uh, Ocho.

Uh, Ocho's his name because
he's the eighth robot.

Would it surprise you to
learn I speak Spanish?

Right.

Well, he's as good as he was
fresh off the assembly line.

Uh, nobody's tampered with him.

But the robots can
be controlled. Right?

Like a person drives a car.

Who here could get behind the
wheel of one of these things?

Our bipedal hydraulic
humanoid robots

use key frame programming
and a suite of AI tools

to operate.

That takes experience, but,

I guess a lot of the folks who
work here could figure it out.

At least in theory.
I just think...

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey.

Hey, what do you
think you're doing?

That's proprietary technology.

Well, this
proprietary technology

is at the very least
a murder weapon.

Or an actual murderer.

Either this man-made
machine killed Mr. Cuevas,

or that's what somebody
wants us to think.

Either way, some
person is responsible.

Ocho and the blood spatter

that's all the
evidence we've got,

so, yeah, he is coming with us.

Beau, that Roomba's headed
toward my blood spatter.

No, no-no-no-no,
no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no.

I got it. I got it.

I'm fine.

Just weird doing an autopsy

where the killer might actually
be in the same room as me.

Max and Allie are here.

Love you. Uh, listen to
your physical therapist.

Your sister doing better?

Comes home Friday.

The doctors thought it
would take much longer

to bounce back from
thallium poisoning,

but they are happy
with her progress.

That,

and also she won't
stop critiquing

her physio's understanding
of anatomy, so...

Sounds like she's
back to normal.

So, Mr. Cuevas.

Cause of death is clear.

Blunt force trauma to
the head, neck and chest.

Manner of death,
on the other hand,

is trickier to define.

Not natural, not suicide,
which leaves us with accident

or... Homicide.

Robocide, though, right? Mm-hmm.

"Cide" meaning act of killing,

"homi" meaning by
human, whereas...

You think Ocho is responsible.

Almost missed it
in the examination,

but I caught it in the X-ray.

Now, this is a bit of
our victim's skull,

cleaned and lit obliquely.

You can see the impact here.

Something hit him hard,

leaving this very
distinctive wound.

Now, this is the robot's hand.

You see the
manufacturing defect,

this little curve?

I'd call that a match.

This robot hit our
victim on the head

very hard. Oi.

I have something here.

There's something
reflective in this wound.

Some kind of piece of glass.

I didn't notice any chipped
or cracked glass on Ocho.

Maybe he was struck by
some secondary implement.

A bottle or a drinking glass?

Remember that one time,
with the snow globe?

I don't know what a snow globe's
doing in a robot factory.

Find out where the
glass came from.

And I'm gonna get
together with Folsom

and try and recreate his attack.

I wish he would just
tell us what happened.

But I guess if we want to
find the person responsible,

we're gonna have to figure out

what happened to this
man, blow by blow.

My dad was a really good guy.

I'm sure everybody who
comes in here says that,

but he... Everyone at his
job said he was really kind.

We'd go to the
supermarket, the bank,

and everybody working
there knew him, like,

"Hi, Robert." "How's
it going, Robert?"

He got along with
everyone, almost.

Almost?

There was this
woman at his work.

She's around my
age. Her name's Eve?

Her and Dad got into it pretty
bad a couple months ago.

I think she kind of
hated him, actually.

Do you know what
the fight was about?

He didn't want to tell me,

but I think it had something
to do with a patent.

Which is weird. A patent?

My dad was really good at
putting things together.

But he wasn't like a real
engineer or anything.

He didn't go to college.

I think he got it in his head

that he was contributing
more than he really was.

He was actually
pretty stuck on that.

But you don't think
that that's why he...

Right now we don't know.

I hope that he didn't

whatever it was, you know

push it and get himself...

I'm sorry, I just...

I'm not ready to not have
him around, you know?

I can feel it.

This is gonna be the one.

It's gonna float up
to that little line,

tell us it's a match

to that tiny shard
in the victim's neck.

Okay.

The next one will be the one.

Totally. It better be.

We're running out of glass
from the crime scene.

Unless there's some more
stuff in this vacuum thingy.

If I can figure out how to...

Oh!... Open it.

You good?

Are you ready for the next one?

Yeah.

Are you still
thinking about Chavez?

No.

Well, I mean,

it's just, when, when
I told you about Chavez

reporting to the
IAB, you said yeah,

but you said yeah
like you already knew.

I did. For a few weeks now.

And that didn't bother you?

Is it annoying if
I say "Not really"?

Yes.

Well, not really.

Hey, this is really
bothering you.

No, it's just weird.

We should get back to work.

On the glass?

Okay.

Yep.

This one for sure.

We know your boss is here.

LVPD saw his Bentley
pull in 20 minutes ago.

I understand.

It's really frustrating.

But I'm afraid I just
don't have him right now.

"Frustrating"?

One of his employees
was murdered last night

on the floor of his factory.

Any idea when you
will "have him"?

I'm so sorry.

Believe me, we are
all still reeling

from Mr. Cuevas's passing.

But all I can say
at the moment is,

I don't have him.

What about the woman
I spoke to earlier?

Eve.

We have some follow-up
questions to ask her.

Unfortunately, I don't have
her at the moment either.

Oh. You don't even have to look?

I don't have her. Of course
you don't "have" her.

'Cause you can't "have" people.

You can have a good time.

You can have a
hankering for pancakes.

You can have chlamydia.

Okay.

We are happy to wait
until they're ready.

For now could you just
show us to the restroom?

Mm-hmm.

You do know that your job
comes with a badge, right?

This way's faster. And more fun.

Besides, I badge her,
she lets us through.

By the time security
leads us to his office,

he's already out the back door.

Plus it's you and me.

What does that mean?

Well, you, I trust with
something like this.

I love all my CSIs,

but some of them struggle
with keeping a low profile.

Oh, cut 'em some slack.

They didn't all start
off as undercovers.

I did not set out to either.

It was a fast
track to detective.

There's actually a
whole story to...

Huh.

Yes! Yes!

You see how it happened?

Truman Thomas.

Let me guess, this
little demonstration

not what it looks like?

Somebody's been busy.

Yes, ma'am.

I've isolated what I think are

the different trails
of impact and castoff.

And I've also gotten started in
on the math you're gonna need

for that adaptive model.

This is a lot, even for you.

Trying to cross every
"T" and dot every "I."

So, uh

how you doing?

I know that, after
what happened,

you don't trust me.

Not like you used to.

Well, you did save
Allie's life last week.

That ought to count
for something, right?

I just want to earn
back what we lost.

What I lost.

You know, it's not
your trigonometry

or your work ethic
that I worry about.

It's my judgment.

RAJAN Who is ready

to do the robot?

Hey.

Is now a bad time?

No, no, we're just getting
started on the blood spatter.

Well, uh,

we struck out on glass
from the crime scene.

Penny and Beau are

sampling every glass
bauble you can imagine,

trying to figure out

where that tiny shard
in the wound came from.

So I thought I would, uh

come help you guys out.

We could use all the
help we can get, right?

Okay. So, I've
color-coded the spatter.

Yellow for the big droplets,

what we would normally
expect for blunt trauma.

And then the blue,

the tiny droplets
that had to have come

from something
moving really fast.

Question is, how did
the tiny ones get there?

Nope, that's not it.
Try something else.

Uh-uh. That angle won't work.

What about from above?

I'm afraid that's not it either.

No, the blood drops
are still too big.

Uh-uh, still not enough force.

No, no, no. We're headed
in the wrong direction.

Based on these readings,

there's no way a person
could punch hard enough

to create blood spatter
droplets this small.

There's no way a person could.

You really think he
can punch that fast?

We're gonna have to find out.

Sorry, you want to
turn on a killer robot?

We're gonna need some help.

You were teaching that
robot to kill a man.

Are you trying to tell
us it was a coincidence?

I'm not trying to
tell you anything.

I have nothing to say.
We're just wondering

why you were out here
with... Sorry, detective.

I'm not gonna discuss my day.

I have work to do.

Unless you're charging
me with a crime,

I assume I'm free to go?

You're free to go.

For now.

Maybe we'll see you later.

How about you, Mr. Thomas?

Me? Oh, I'm an open book.

Care to put that phone away?

High score.

So, how can I help
you two ladies?

A man was killed in
your factory last night.

Possibly by one
of those machines.

We come out here and
we see your employee

demonstrating how it was done.

You think that Eve
had something to do

with the death of that worker?

Oh, come on.

That's totally stupid.

Eve's a programmer. That was a

proof of concept.

To prove that a bot like
Ocho could have done it.

If I didn't know it
was totally stupid,

I'd say it sounds
like you were hoping

that's what happened.

Well, I would think
that was obvious

that that would be optimal.

I'm with you.

I mean, this could be huge.

Huh. She agrees with me.

Oh, the implications would
be staggering, right?

Well, I mean,

fate loves irony.

For years, I've been
warning the world

about the dangers
of sentient AI.

And now, if it's finally here...

"Fate loves irony"?

You've been warning
us for years?

About what?

The things you've been racing
to build in this very lab?

A man is dead. Yes.

And that's a terrible tragedy.

But what's done is done.

And wouldn't one
human life be worth it

to herald the birth

of an entirely new
sentient species?

That you helped create. I
mean, not just helped create.

I'm the very reason
the technology exists.

I've long feared AI.

But if a man must shepherd
it into existence,

there's only one man I trust.

You know, I wonder

if LVPD, with our
legal resources,

could... help you.

How so? Well,

if we could prove in a
court of law that your AI,

your creation,
acted on its own...

Yeah, you could open up a few
doors to our investigation.

Let us help you prove
your breakthrough legally.

It's interesting.

I suppose a sort of
alliance could be, uh

mutually beneficial.

Chavez lied to us to our faces.

I just don't get how
that doesn't bother you.

Well, when I was at Dow,

I got an offer to be
on Undercover Boss.

Seriously? You did?

No, not really. I just
thought it'd be cool.

Sample 14's not a match

to the glass at the crime scene.

I know I'm new

to the world of law enforcement,

but isn't this sort of thing,

I don't know, normal?

I mean, didn't Chavez
clear everybody?

Yeah, I get it, okay.

You have more perspective
or whatever. No.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no. It's not that at all.

There's nothing wrong
with you feeling...

Am I interrupting?

No. No, not at all.

You guys know what they
did with the robot?

Uh, I think he's in the
reconstruction room. Why?

I got us a robot guy.

That's... great.

Welcome to CSI, Mr. Roland.

Oh, please call me Cliff.

Mr. Roland's my dog.

Boy, your lab

certainly has a
lot of glass walls

and people in blue coats.

Yeah. I like him.

Follow me. Okay.

Uh, look, I'm happy
to help testing Ocho.

Uh, I've actually got
another idea for you,

if you'll indulge me. Yeah.

Sure. Okay, so Ocho uses

a complex system of
sensors and cameras,

not too different from the...

I didn't even know
where to begin.

Well, uh, you need
special tools.

Uh, Thomas is insistent

that only our people
can open up these guys.

The sensors store data
in a board inside.

Ocho's chest. Uh,

if we pop it open,
we can desolder

the memory modules
and, if you're lucky,

get some lidar info,
maybe even some videos.

Doubt you'll find a smoking gun,

since Ocho didn't
self-report a problem,

but it's worth a shot.

Speaking of taking a shot at
it, ready to get it moving?

Let's do it. And...

Okay. So, we know the
robot can do this.

But the question is, can it do
that much, much faster, right?

All right.

Let's... find out.

Well, he may be strong, but
he sure as hell ain't fast.

He's definitely not moving
at the speed of a bullet.

Well, he's definitely not
moving at the speed of a Folsom.

This robot could generate
enough force to kill,

but his arm doesn't
reach the linear velocity

you would need to generate
those tiny blood droplets

found at the scene.

Are you okay?

Sorry. Um...

You guys are used to talking
about blood and death,

and... I'm still

working through the
idea that Robert is...

He was a good man.

And I would like to help figure
out what happened to him,

so, um, what's next?

We need to know if
there's any way that

this thing could move faster.

Is there maybe a limiter

or something with the software?

I guess I'm not totally sure,

but I'm not controlling Ocho
like a remote control car here.

Uh, he uses what's called

"model predictive control."

Um, so I tell him
what I want him to do,

and then his learning AI

figures out how
it wants to do it.

Wait a minute, so this
thing really is thinking?

I always think we've
capped out the hardware,

then the AI iterates itself,

and develops new
behavior that's more

athletic or coordinated.

Ocho and his brothers

are always surprising us.

Is it just me

or does this thing seem
just a little bit more

like the Terminator now?

I mean, I'm not saying

he sped himself up, but

theoretically...

It could've found
an inner strength,

like a mother

lifting a car to save a baby,

only malevolent.

You know what worries me?

We don't know how to
test that empirically.

All right, that should do it.

There you go.

It's all yours.

Okay, it seems
like it's working.

Yeah?

Yeah, there's some
timestamped video data here,

so we should be able
to see what Ocho saw

right before our
victim's time of death.

Wish me luck. Good
luck. Good luck.

And here we go.

Hmm.

Get down! Watch out!

Get it, now!

What's going on?

What was that about?

Whoa, whoa.

Be careful, Allie.

What the hell just happened?

None of the breakers
are tripped.

Nine machines were processing
samples in DNA and Trace.

All of them crashed. It's okay.

We will rerun the diagnostics
after the power's back on.

The evidence fridges

aren't getting backup power.

That's all right.
Keep the doors closed,

keep the cold air in. Sarah...

Where do you want
me? Money cage? Yep.

Better safe than sorry.

We're gonna check the
breakers for the building.

And call Vegas P and E.

We need to find out
if this is just us,

a transformer, or
the substation.

Everybody, breathe.

We got this, right?

Show me.

These are fingerprints from
the Selinger break-in case,

marked rush. You had me
run them through AFIS,

but they aren't matching up.

With the power out, I can't
r... You have a ten-card, right?

Right. You got a
magnifying glass.

Mm-hmm. You focus on what
you know that AFIS doesn't.

Now, you don't need a machine
to run every damn thing, right?

Get to it.

Okay, what do we think happened?

Could be random. It
doesn't feel random.

Well, I was down
in Reconstruction,

and that robot's eyes turned
on right when it happened.

You think there's a chance
that thing flipped the switch

on the whole building?
How? Not just how,

but why?

That thing is
supposed to pick up

screwdrivers and boxes.

It's not supposed to be a
damn James Bond villain.

I don't know how a robot
like Ocho could power off

an entire building, but
it's possible, right?

You know what
Sherlock Holmes says,

"When you eliminate
the impossible,

whatever remains..."

Okay, well, if it was the robot,

and I'm definitely not
saying that it was,

but if it was, its timing
couldn't be better.

Thanks to the power
surge, our best lead...

Ocho's memory module

has, quite literally,
gone up in smoke.

That is not the first
time that's happened.

Yeah, you're talking about
the surge at the factory.

Wiped out all the cameras
just before Robert was killed.

Maybe you should head
down to casa de robot,

check out their
power system, hmm?

Well, if a human killer
is causing these surges,

could be they left
something behind.

Let's head down
to Reconstruction.

You, me, and Folsom
finish what we started.

None of the breakers
were popped.

Everything looked normal to me.

Ooh, Catherine and I are
headed back to the factory.

You coming with?

No. Max asked me to check out

the power situation
here, so, no.

This Chavez thing's really
stuck in your craw, isn't it?

Chavez and I aren't
besties, but we're friends.

Or, at least, I thought we were.

I look back at this last year,

and how much of it was a lie?

I feel like I'm crazy.

Am I crazy?

You are not crazy.

I mean, you are crazy, but
I kind of get it about this.

Well

nothing works.

I hate to admit defeat,

but I am officially
out of ideas.

Well, you had some good ones.
It was a valiant effort.

Before you go,

the power surge at the factory

the night of the murder,

can you explain that?

They looked at it. Couldn't
figure out what happened.

Out of curiosity, who was
assigned to look into it?

Uh... I think that was Eve.

Yeah, uh,

anyway, I will

let you guys know if
I think of anything.

Thanks, Cliff.

So, I'm open to the idea that

this robot taught
itself to hit harder

and faster than we
could make it, right?

But if there's no
way to test it...

Then we have to rule
out everything else.

So then let's get
creative, shall we?

What are other possible
ways could account

for this unusual blood spatter?

What if the robot's
only responsible

for the medium velocity spatter,

and the high velocity spatter

was caused by some other source?

Like an implement of some kind.

Like a club or a

thin pipe or a...

Something like that
might explain the glass.

There you go.

Pretty good at-bat, but
it's not fast enough.

Turn the hips, squash the
bug with the back foot.

Squash the bug?
Yeah, turn them hips.

I thought you were
a basketball coach.

Yeah, I do 'em all, baby.

Your coworker's just down here.

Really appreciate you showing
us down here personally.

Yeah, well, my people have
already checked over the system,

so you won't find anything.

But I guess you can
get a warrant, so

what choice is there?

What happened to letting
us help you prove

your robot really is a killer?

I don't think it's possible.

Yet.

Quite the about-face. I'd say.

What's changed, Mr. Thomas?

I bet your people

came to the same
conclusions that we did:

That it's physically
impossible for that machine

to have struck the killing blow.

That'd be bad news, huh?

All the downsides of a
wrongful death lawsuit.

None of the upsides

of birthing new AI life.

Whatever.

My mind is preoccupied

with far more interesting
things right now.

More interesting than one of
your employees being murdered?

Gee,

I got to see what's
on that phone.

Look, one of my teams, MKD-1...

Eve's team... they suffered

a mechanical issue that
set them back a few months.

Now, I'm not ready to say
that it was sabotage, but...

Look, I'm needed
elsewhere. Sabrina.

Sabrina can help you.

Excuse me.

You know, you
expect billionaires

to be rude,
standoffish weirdoes,

but I got to admit,
that guy is a charmer.

The grid?

That way? Yes, it is.

He told us there were some
files set aside for me.

Do you have them?

Of course. This way, Detective.

Hey.

Hey.

Splash of almond milk?

Beau.

You're really
getting to know me.

Thanks.

You may not always enjoy me,

but I am your friend.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

That thing would be way cuter

if its face wasn't
a nightmare mask.

The face isn't what
bothers me. What you got?

The glass from the crime
scene remains a mystery.

None of these was a
match? Is that a bong?

We tried everything.

And it gets worse.

I tested the
compressive strength

of the glass from
the wounds, it's way

too brittle to do
too much damage,

even if swung at those speeds.

Well, we're having better luck.
I'm getting close to matching

the speed needed to account
for the high-velocity spatter.

Close? No, but not close enough.

Folsom is swinging like
a walk-on at a D2 school.

And unless our killer was,
like, ready to go pro,

I'm kind of skeptical. I
don't think there's many

power-hitting first basemen
at the robot factory.

No, just a huge pack of
nerds. Hey, hey, glass houses.

Now I'm kind of thinking
maybe a flexible implement?

Like what? Like a whip?

Maybe a whip? Is a whip crazy?

With those wound patterns?

Uh... Golf club, maybe?

Big graphite driver? They flex.

But the hardest hit to
our victim was here.

The skull. And that impact was

an exact match to
Ocho's arm and hand.

How is that possible?

Well, I only got close 'cause
this bat is long, like a lever.

How could Ocho's arm
ever travel that fast?

Ocho's arm could move that fast
if it wasn't attached to Ocho.

We appreciate you heading down

so quickly, David. Of course.

Just don't know how my
dad's tools will help.

Do you need his
fingerprints, or...?

Well, not his fingerprints,

but something almost as unique.

The other day you said
sometimes your dad

took his work home with him?

That's right. To do that

he needed this.

Driver bit?

Not just any driver bit.

MKD uses proprietary tools.

This is like a key.

To open a very specific lock.

This is it. Mm-hmm.

The joints, look at this.

Yep. That's our whip.

Would you stop swinging that
damn thing, please? Mm. Oh.

Yeah. So that thing,
swung hard enough,

could reach a velocity

sufficient to create

that unique blood
spatter pattern.

What are the chances
that our killer

beat Mr. Cuevas with this arm

as a weapon of
convenience... Mm-hmm.

And then reattached it

to the body in order to frame.

Ocho for his crime?

Guys? What'd you got there?

David?

Did your dad wear eyeglasses
or contact lenses?

No, he didn't.

Thank you, David.

What you got, Al?

Polymer-hydrogel. Contact lens.

And odds are, if it doesn't
belong to our victim...

Then Ocho just gave us a little
sample of DNA from our killer.

Heard we're about to have
a solve on the Cuevas case.

What's DNA telling you?

Nothing yet.

Should be a minute.

Hmm.

Did I forget your birthday?

Is that it?

Happy birthday, Penny.

Whenever it was.

Can we be cool?

You lied to me.

You lied to all of us.

You reported on us
to IAB for a year.

That was...

It was my job.

To report back the truth and,

and the truth I reported was

that everyone in the Vegas
Crime Lab was hardworking,

and smart and-and
totally honest.

Okay. Great. Thanks
for your help.

I know everyone
here just assumed

that CSI was in the clear
after Hodges and Anson Wix.

But not Max.

You know, she knew what I knew.

That the powers that be
still had their doubts

until I proved to them that
everything was on the up-and-up.

Look, I'm sure you're right.

Okay? I'm sure everything
you're saying is right.

It wasn't that you
did it that's crappy.

It's that you could do it.

I just, I thought it was one way

and it's another way.

Well, and what way was that?

I thought we were friends.

That's up to you.

I did lie.

A lot. I'll give you
all that about the past.

But we are on the
same side, Penny.

So maybe just keep an
eye on me in the future.

Notice how the way I work
makes your job easier.

Maybe you'll like me
better as a coworker.

What is it?

Did we get 'em?

I know who the killer is.

The DNA on the killer's
contact is a match.

To Cliff.

What?

But he's been here all day.

Truman Thomas did mention
he thought there'd

been some sabotage of Eve's
team. She's Cliff's rival,

I gather. Maybe, maybe
Robert saw something?

We don't have to guess.
We can ask him. Put an ATL

out on him and send
a couple squad cars

out to that damn robot factory.

There's no way he's
listening to us, right?

He has microphones,
but he's powered off.

Hey, Cliff.

Director Roby, hi.

Uh, just checking in.

I heard you called looking
for the proprietary bit

to detach Ocho's arm?

I can grab one

and-and head down to
you if you'd like.

Well, that'd be great.

I mean, the team's ready now,

if you want to
head on down. Sure.

Just curious, why do you need

to take off the arm?

You got to understand,
Robert wasn't even

supposed to be on that
side of the building.

He, he did his rounds
out of order that night.

Go.

It's okay. Just
stay with me, okay?

Robert, he saw what I was doing.

The MKD-1 prototype.

Robert saw.

I'm gonna... Cliff?

Cliff?

Find him.

Hey.

Is that Cliff?

Dead.

Penny thinks killed on impact.

Among other weird things,
the car's pretty new,

but the airbag didn't deploy.

Thank you.

Only yaw marks.

No deceleration.

He didn't hit the brakes.

Maybe the brakes were out.

We're not thinking the AI
somehow did this, are we?

Uh... Hey, old camera.

We'll run it to confirm, but
what do you want to bet...

That's the source of the
mystery glass on our victim.

Can't wait to see
what's on the film.

Well, you're gonna have to.

Wait, I mean.

If there were any film
in here, it's long gone.

The CSIs tell me your
help made the difference,

bringing those
tools when you did.

It made a difference to me, too.

I mean, I knew he had
stuff in his garage, but

going in there and
digging through it,

finding his tools.

I loved my dad, but...

I didn't take him seriously
enough as an engineer.

You mentioned your dad
thought he was unfairly

left off a patent for
the robot's hand and arm?

I've been going
through MKD's files.

Your dad was a huge
part of the project.

This is a patent lawyer.

Friend of a friend,
owes me a favor.

If you'd like

she'll fight for your
dad's claim on contingency.

Thank you.

For the truth, I guess.

About my dad, too.

I hear you wanted to talk to me?

So you were right.

As always. I stepped back.

Looked at the bigger
picture. Mm-hmm.

Our suspect had been
running from the police

while high on methamphetamine.

When he attempted
to open the window,

he squeezed hard enough to
deform his fingerprints.

Manually adjusted for
that, and we got him.

Come on, Zoey. Now come here.

You remember this next
time you want to farm out

your job to something with
an on/off switch, okay?

Mm-hmm. Get out of my office.

Good job. Zoey.

Hey. Boss.

How are you doing?

So, uh,

you're checking
in on me now, huh?

I just know this case
was weighing on you.

And I wanted to touch base.

I hope you'll rest

a little easier now
that it's closed.

I mean, we got justice.

Guess you'd call that a
partial confession, huh?

You think Cliff knew
more than he shared

before he, uh... you know.

It's more than that,
it's just, I...

I see this man

just lying on the floor dying,

with machines moving and
working all around him.

Well, we've only got
good machines here.

The ones that help you catch the
bad guys. Don't get me wrong.

I like my EZ-2 and
my GCMS, but I...

I do prefer my people.

Flawed though they may be.

Good night, boss.

Hey, you want me

to get this thing
out of here? Uh, no.

We'll send him back when the
case is officially closed.

Okay?

All right.

For now, you stay put.