All language subtitles for CSI_ Vegas 3-8

Previously on CSI: Vegas...

Robert Cuevas

worked in this factory
the last eight years.

You didn't kill him, did you?

The DNA on the killer's
contact is a match

to Cliff.

Hey. Director Roby, hi.

Find him.

Is that Cliff? Dead.

For now, you stay put.

We have some questions
about Cliff Roland.

We found a camera
in his totaled car.

The film had been ripped out,

but there was a bit of
film stuck in the gears.

So we developed it.

That's you and our pal Ocho.

Valerie knows the truth
about how and why Cliff died.

So Serena is going

to get some answers.

Valerie?

This is Detective Serena
Chavez, badge 6375.

We have a kidnapping here.

Hey, Beau.

Yeah. Make sure you
get that closet.

See the clothes
pushed to the side?

Prints and pics.
You got it, boss.

Thank you.

I was too late.

This is not your fault. Okay?

Valerie was going
to talk to me, Max.

She was gonna tell us what
happened in that factory.

The whole story with
those creepy robots.

Why our suspect died.

She was gonna tell us
who was behind all of it.

That's why she was taken.

You got to focus
on what you know.

So, what do we know?

There's no signs
of forced entry.

The dead bolt is kid stuff.

When Valerie came
home from work,

they were already inside

waiting.

They waited until
she got comfortable

then they made their move.

She fought back,

pushed 'em into that
cabinet, it looks like,

but they were stronger.

Wine's still wet.

I missed 'em by minutes.

And now

I'm not even gonna be
the one to find her.

What do you mean?

I found this in
a kitchen drawer.

Ran the name... there's a
federal warrant out on her.

Wait, her real name is
Kristin Baird? Nope.

No one knows her real name.
This is just an old alias.

The FBI wants our girl
for insurance fraud.

They're taking the
case away from us.

Well, I hope they won't
mind a little help.

Beau. Yeah.

Get that right there.

Thank you, Valerie.

We're coming for you, babe.

Yo!

Where's the circus?

LVPD just took off.

They asked us to
come check it out,

but they think
it's just a prank.

What am I missing?

Whoa.

That thing's supposed to be...

Yep. It's supposed
to be, anyway.

If it is... It'll be a long day.

Well, only one way to find out.

Hexagon OBTI.

Who wants to do the honors?

Age before beauty.

Huh. I'll spot you.

You're a weenie, you know that?

Don't leave us in suspense.

Guys, if this is a
joke, it's not funny.

Rapid test says there's
hemoglobin here.

This thing is... human.

So somebody ripped
a nervous system

out of a body and painted it?

I wonder where the
rest of him is.

I'm dead.

That was my first thought

as soon as the shock wore off.

That-that thing...

That thing's gonna
kill me. Uh, ma'am?

My dealership, I mean.

I'm done for.

Why else would someone do this?

Scare people away.

Ruin us. I tend to think

there are easier ways
to sabotage a business.

For now, we're going to
assume that that person

was the intended victim.

I can see that your
cameras have been disabled.

Is there a way that we could look
at the footage? There is none.

They all got clipped last week.

By who?

Your detective buddies
were supposed to tell me.

We reported it.

Someone tried to rob us,
they got spooked, ran off.

Repair guy's supposed
to come today.

Our guy had to know.

Darya,

can you think of any of your
employees that might be capable

of, you know

deboning someone like a fish?

Please. No.

No, no, no, no, no. I mean...

Oh, gosh, I hope not.

Easy there.

Well, this is a new one.
What am I looking at?

It's exactly what
you think it is.

Someone stripped
a body for parts,

turned the nervous
system into plastic,

and pinned it up for
the world to see.

Do we know who Branch Man is?

Not yet.

I don't even think
the killer knew.

Well, there's a
weird prediction.

Oh, I wouldn't put money
on it, but maybe the victim

was the medium, not
the message, you know?

This feels like art.

Art? I'm just saying

that whoever made this didn't
have to kill to create it.

Michelangelo was a grave robber.

Either way,

it's probably not an
ethically sourced cadaver.

If somebody's forming
people into plastic,

we better hurry up and find him.

Ugh. I hate to encourage Chris,

but we do have some
green paint here.

I'll run it through FTIR,

see whether our boy
likes acrylics or oils.

Well, that's too bad.

Stucco is where
prints go to die.

Guess he was hoping a different
kind of audience would see this.

Well, we're seeing
it, all right.

Probably the
strangest delivery

this crypt has ever seen.

What you have here is
a completely intact,

plastinated nervous system.

Plastinated?
Silicone has replaced

all the water and fat to
preserve this specimen,

just as it was, with
minimal shrinkage.

Perfect preservation.

It's incredible.

I mean, it's
something, all right.

But who even knows
where to begin

plastinating an
entire nervous system?

It's not common knowledge,

but you could learn
it all online.

Plastinated specimens
are typically created

for medical schools and
museums. They're great

for creating teaching tools

for anatomy.

And from what I understand,

the process isn't
terribly difficult. Okay.

So we're not looking for
someone with rare expertise.

What about rare materials?

Hmm. Could we test
this plastic used

and source it to a supplier?

Impurities in the silicone
can be traced back

to certain broad
geographic areas, but

all we'd be learning is if
the killer's plastic came

from the States or Brazil.

I'll tell you where we
might learn something.

The eyes.

They are not just the window
to the soul, are they?

Of course.

I got a result with
the Hexagon OBTI test.

They're not plastic,
see? Just pruny.

Our eyes are 98% water.

Whoever did this
was probably worried

about structural collapse.

He was wise to leave
them au naturel.

Or maybe he made a big mistake.

Help me get this
guy onto the slab.

That ought to be
enough for CODIS.

You checking my technique?

Uh... no. I'm looking
at compression

on the seventh
right cranial nerve

at the geniculate ganglion.

Really?

Really, really?

"Really," as in you
know what that means?

It means that this victim
suffered from Bell's palsy

on the right side.

Could be helpful for ID.

Nice catch.

Wait a minute.

Get that light.

Do you see that
refraction there?

Looks like a
smudge, almost oily.

Silicone's good for
preserving bodies.

And it is damn good
for preserving prints.

Can you lift that, Hudson?

Well, uh, I'm pretty
handy with Mikrosil.

You can't take a cast of
anything that delicate.

Powder won't work due
to the brain's texture.

But Ms. Rajan has a
trick I've seen her do.

If I could request
her assistance.

Request away. You
get us a print,

we'll get you prints from
everybody in the car lot.

I feel terrible for Darya.

And it's my fault.

Normally I'm here
until 10:00.10:00?

Are those... normal
hours for a mechanic?

No... but I stay
to have some dinner

and watch Netflix with Tate.

My Doberman.

He lives here.

He guards the lot.

Not too well, apparently.

This is just all,

so rough. Looks like

you smoothed it
over pretty well.

Oh, uh, the car?

Yeah, they got me rubbing
these things with a diaper.

No, I just meant death.

I keep thinking of the family.

I lost my fiancée
a few years back.

Drunk driver.

But, you know, you
guys solved it,

so, whatever you need.

Does this have anything to do

with that attempted
robbery last week?

Don't know. Couldn't say, but...

You know, I was the one who
drove in, spooked that perp.

Not all heroes wear capes.

Or vests.

Can I get your other hand?

Oh, anything you want.

Cool.

Hey, boss.

Boss? Hmm.

Hello, boss.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

That blood sample we got
at Valerie's apartment,

it's a mess.

Thought the Feds took that case.

They're gonna do their
thing, I'm gonna do mine.

You really want to
talk with this woman.

So, Valerie knew more about that
murder at that robot factory

than she let on,

and I think it got
her in some trouble.

Okay, well, what's
the DNA telling us?

That it's not hers,

but it's not in CODIS.

It is so weird.

Is it? Um, only seven percent

of the population
are in the database.

Mm, that's not what
I meant. Look here.

I didn't think much of it...

until I saw this.

The guanine and cytosine
bases aren't connecting.

DNA scarring.

This is not natural DNA, Beau.

So, what does it mean?

I don't got the foggiest.

You're a natural, Ms. Rajan.

A natural. At cutting brains.

Practice makes perfect.

This takes me back to

all the desiccated bodies
I worked on in grad school.

Nobody had a stranger year
as a 23-year-old than me.

I played on a professional
Australian rules

football team when I was 23.

Melbourne Aces.

I sprained my groin, but
that's when I learned to

play the oboe, so...

Okay.

Dr. Hudson for the win.

Okay, here we go.

The fumes from the cyanoacrylate

should attach to the
oils in the print.

As soon as it turns white,
we'll have to yank it

or it will over saturate.

There was no DNA match

in CODIS for our eyeballs.

This is our last
shot at an ID, so

don't screw up.

Yeah, thanks, Chris.
That's very helpful.

I don't want to distract you,

but your incision here,

there's something
along the edge.

The plastic polymers
were blocked

from permeating this area.

A foreign substance
got in the way.

You'll want to
run this upstairs.

It could tell you what your
killer was working with.

I'm gonna run the paint, too.

Give it the FTIR treatment
and the colorimeter.

Whoever made you had
to buy this lovely

eggshell white somewhere.

And showtime.

Those ridges.

Exquisite work.

All right.

Okay.

AFIS is off and running.

And we have the elimination
prints from the car lot.

You know, none of those people

look the type to fillet a man

and pin a nervous
system to a wall.

True, but, honestly?

What would that
person look like?

Well, it's not
Eric. Not Sacha.

In fact, it's no one
from the car dealership.

It's not an inside
job, apparently.

Maybe the paint
will tell us...

Oh. Thank you, AFIS.

Jesse Moore.

What are you touching
brains for, buddy?

Mr. Moore?

Kitchen's clear.

Jesse Moore?

Hallway clear.

Back bedroom clear.

He's not here, guys.

I think you're right, Chris.

The killer is an artist.

A really disturbed one.

I'm not sure these
sculptures were made by

the same guy who
created Branch Man.

What do you mean?

I don't think Jesse
Moore is the killer.

Branch Man had Bell's palsy

on the right side
of his face, right?

Well, that's Jesse.

He wasn't the killer.

He's the victim.

How did this poor
man's fingerprint

end up on his own brain?

Could be intentional.

Maybe the killer wanted us

to know who his victim was.

Hey,

is there a missing
persons file on this man?

There's none open, but
his voicemail's full,

there's a pile of
bills in his mailbox.

I mean, it looks like he's
been gone at least a month.

Well, everything
here is as if he just

walked out and never came back.

I-I just don't understand.
If this guy truly

was sacrificed at
the altar of art,

why not hang his
body in a gallery?

Why a car dealership?

Maybe 'cause the
killer worked there.

I talked with this guy earlier.

I think we probably ought
to talk with him again.

Okay, so it is confirmed.

The DNA from your
brother's toothbrush,

it matches

the specimen that we found.

I wish it weren't so.

That... web by skeleton guy,

that's... that's my brother?

Yeah. He was killed?

The way his body was
treated postmortem,

natural causes
don't seem likely.

I'm sorry, Kenneth.

We have to ask.

Why do you think
your brother's body

ended up in your workplace?

I have no clue.

But he'd be laughing if he
knew that's where he'd end up.

I mean, he hated what I did.

He was always on about

how my job was

superficial, soulless.

So, you two weren't close?

After Mom died,

Jesse wanted nothing to do with

the rest of the family.

He was too good for us.

Even changed his last name.

Yeah, we thought it strange that

nobody reported him missing.

I don't know how many
friends he really had.

I mean, I was happy for
him, with the art and all.

But his head was so
stuck up in the clouds,

he left everyone else behind.

But, I mean, you two weren't

completely different,
though, right?

You both work with your hands.

I work on things
that-that-that work,

that pay the bills.

Jesse never grew up.

When we needed money,

he didn't help me and Dad,

even when he could.

Jesse's been dead to me
for a while, truth be told.

So, uh,

you're a can-do guy, aren't you?

You've had a rough life,

but you figure things out.

What are you trying to say?

You had a couple of
violent priors, Kenneth.

Assault in '07.

The person who did
this to your brother

was good with his hands.

Like you.

Are we done here?

Our victim was
one talented dude.

Mm-hmm, and an outspoken
one, looks like.

Yeah, well, Jesse had
a lot to say about

the modernization of art.

Sculptors with 3D printers,

photographers with
their digital touch-ups,

he thought it was all, uh,

"unemotional dreck."

He could walk the walk, too.

Look at how expressive that is.

You know, I wouldn't have
pegged you as the lab's

resident art scholar.

The man does his research.

On social media.
It's very on-brand.

You joke, but I
do kind of relate.

When I was, uh, running
my ChrisSolves account,

it was all about
finding an audience.

Guys like Jesse,
maybe even the killer,

they're courting
an audience, too.

That and,

you know, I could
just scroll all day.

Where's your partner?
Penny could help you focus.

Uh, she took some PTO.

Again?

You don't think she and Jack

they're not eloping?

No, no. It's
definitely not that.

I've been left to

my own devices. Literally.

I look at this and I wonder,

why'd the killer
choose that pose?

Why use Jesse instead of stone?

What was his artistic intent?

I don't know if Branch
Man is really art.

I get that it feels personal,

but can we get back to
the evidence, please?

Well, I'm looking for some.

This killer might
have revealed himself

in Jesse's online community.

It's been known to
happen. Remember when...

Wait.

Look at the arms.

He posed Jesse's
body after this one.

He's a copycat.

In One's Own Thoughts.

There's got to be
something under this one.

A super fan, a foe,

somebody who crossed the line
from digital stalking to...

Turning a dude into
a plastic stick.

Well, you know what they say.

Nothing good ever
happens in the comments.

Max?

I was just at the
FBI field office.

They've been calling
Valerie's coworkers,

neighbors...

I mean, nothing.

Please tell me
you've got something

on the blood from her apartment.

So, um

you know how we didn't
know whether it was a man

or a robot that
killed Robert Cuevas?

Right. Well, unfortunately,

we have a similar dilemma.

The assailant's DNA

that we got from
Valerie's place,

it's been altered.

Uh, I think I've
seen that movie.

We're looking for a super
soldier from the future?

Could be someone who's been
treated with one of those

experimental CRISPR therapies.

That's-that's a short list.

Is that the only possibility?

Are you sure

it belongs to a human?

Oh, come on. It's
not from a robot.

I mean, the sample
that we got from.

Valerie's apartment
is human blood.

Now I just have to
figure out whose.

Well, I hope you hurry.

So does Valerie Hammond.

The off-white
paint that coated

the plastinated nervous system

is a mix of two
different kinds of paint:

95% polyurethane and five
percent acrylic latex.

It's some kind of mixture
of a polyurethane white

and green house paint.

My daughter wanted her room
painted green this year.

She said it was her
signature color.

So I go to the paint store.

You know how many shades
of green there are?

Oh, and don't even get me
started on shades of white.

It's-it's gonna be
a process. Yeah.

Especially since they
were blended already.

Where would you start?

I wouldn't. It's
gonna take too long.

I thought you were gonna find
the guy in the comments section

anyway.

Okay, all right, all right,
for sake of argument,

what are you hoping
to find in the paint?

The killer mixed this shade
special for Branch Man.

He didn't just pick a
paint off the shelf.

Yeah, like a normal
homicidal maniac.

Disentangling the two paints

the killer used
might lead us to him.

Or at least where he shops.

Huh. Paint on the
twine. Okay, nice.

If that's in the
database of common paint,

you're halfway there.

Gateway Green.

Titanium dioxide base pigmented
with aluminum hydroxide.

One down. It's a house paint.

You can buy that at
any hardware store.

The trick is gonna
be teasing out

the polyurethane white
that he blended it in.

That's gonna be a heck
of a lot more rare.

You do that, my friend

then maybe you got something.

Like I do. The
crud on the brain.

Fluorocarbon grease.

Is that some kind of standard
lubricant used in plastination?

Do I look like the
guy who embalmed

his pet turtle in plastic?

Hey, I thought you
were Larry Latex.

I've worked

in injection moldings.

I have formulated
different plastic materials

for dozens of applications.

But turning bodies into dolls?

Uh... I haven't done that.

I've got to find
somebody who has.

I think that one is a Picasso.

Sorry

to keep you waiting.

I'm Frank Pappas.

Allie Rajan.

This is Josh Folsom
and Chris Park.

Hi. Hi.

We were told that we'd be
meeting with a Dr. Amato?

Of course. She's just very busy.

We were both hoping
we could see a picture

of your, um...

Plastinated murder
victim? Was it any good?

Um, we can't really divulge
much about our investigation.

Just here to learn a little
more about the process. I see.

Dr. Amato's just this way.

This is

impressive work.

Is it?

If Dr. Amato says it is,
then of course it is.

You're lucky. She's a
legend in the field.

Is it a large field? There
must be a pretty short list

of people who do this
kind of thing, right?

I mean, we're it in Vegas.

But there are a handful of folks

that create for med
schools, museums.

But I'll tell you, I think
this is likely the work

of someone outside of
our tiny community.

How would an amateur
even know where to begin?

It's not as complicated
as you think.

Plastination boils
down to just six steps.

Fixation, dissection,
dehydration,

impregnation,
positioning and curing.

Everyone has their
own variation,

but we can all agree, there's
no place for contaminants.

It would affect the
dehydration process. See?

The acetone didn't penetrate

because of the oil.

It explains why that part
wasn't fully plastinated.

So fluorocarbon grease wouldn't
be used at all, would it?

No, it's a mistake.

It would impede the process.

It's already hard enough

to find a clean
body to plastinate.

Clean?

How would you define that?

A clean slate.

No trauma.

Plastination
preserves everything,

good and bad.

So, you know, asphyxiation
would be ideal for

a perfect specimen.

Can you get us
some coffee, Frank?

I know what you're thinking.

Frank's harmless.

We're just here to learn.

No one's under investigation.

Yet.

Would our killer have needed

special equipment? No.

You could buy everything
you'd need over the counter.

Acetone, epoxy resin

or silicone,
Sterilite containers.

If an amateur had
the inclination

and materials,
they could do this.

So it could literally be anyone.

All right, what we got?

I really don't like this guy.

Me neither.

This time he started
a little blaze

to set off the fire
suppression system.

Destroyed any prints, trace.

Cameras disabled.

What kind of camera system
gets knocked out by sprinklers?

Oh, it wasn't that. They
were disarmed last week.

The dealership also had
an attempted robbery.

Starting to feel like someone
was prepping his own drop sites.

He has a pattern for sure.

It's not just the car lots.

Look. This one's A
Charitable Heart.

Hmm. I like the
stone one better.

I just wonder if these
particular sculptures

have anything to do
with why he did it.

Any of those more aggro folks
in Jesse's comments pan out?

I mean, they all had a whiff of
"I live in my mom's basement,"

but no priors.

My question is,

are we looking at
a second victim?

I don't think that there
was a second victim.

What do you mean?

Do you see the
dilated blood vessels

on the right side of the face?

That's Bell's palsy.

Wait a minute.

This is another one

of Jesse Moore's systems.

This may be as close
to an ID as I'm able.

It's possible to disentangle

the cardiovascular

and nervous systems
without ruining them both?

Yes. But

it must have taken a very

long while.

You see that sheen?
It's like some kind

of metallic element, right?

It's definitely got
some sparkle to it.

Could be... auto paint.

Uh, he does have a
thing for car lots.

Let's run FTIR,

the works. Now, if
both of these systems

belong to Jesse Moore,
do we have enough of him

to determine cause of death?

I can tell you the victim
suffered acute cardiomegaly.

Mm-hmm.

The heart was enlarged

at the time of death.

A sharp episode of pain.

That suggests foul play, right?

There is nothing to indicate

external wound, though,
in either system.

What are these stitches
around some of the veins?

Those were sewed up postmortem

before the formaldehyde
was pumped in.

There had to be a
significant back flow

of blood in the veins,
to the point of bursting.

But there were no contusions
around the neck, so

he probably wasn't strangled.

But the location of
the burst veins...

And the petechial
hemorrhaging in the cerebrum.

I'm ready to call
the cause of death.

Suffocation.

Whoa. Really?

"Whoa" what?

One of the plastination pros

that we talked to was a
big fan of asphyxiation.

Frank.

He said it was an
ideal death for

his purposes.

Well, I'm gonna tell
you what's ideal

for my purposes.

Set up a date between
him and Detective Carson.

I understand your confusion.

I just... was saying
to your colleagues

that I was simply
pontificating on what kind

of death would
preserve the systems

for optimal
presentation, and I...

Is that...?

Is that how this guy died?

Yup. Turns out.

This is Jesse Moore.

Ever seen him? Maybe on a slab?

I don't remember.

I don't.

I have prosopagnosia.

It's facial blindness. I...

People's looks.

They're not important.

No, you're into bodies.

What you do is incredible.

Plastination?

I mean...

We were all talking.

How can anyone get two complete

systems of the body
from one cadaver?

A laminectomy.

We've gotten three or four

systems from a single person.

But that's a... pretty
advanced move, you know?

We don't know.

Can you, uh, walk us through it?

For instance,

the paint.

Um, what would you
use for this subject?

Oh. Well, that's a personal
preference kind of thing.

And Dr. Amato has her favorites.

I have mine.

It is auto paint.

But our guy went off
the rack this time.

Scorch Red, Flame Red,

Matador Red, goes by a
bunch of trade names.

Several car companies use it.

Doesn't really narrow
things down. It's no help.

Well, we haven't been
able to isolate the paint

the killer used on
the nervous system.

We knew it was
part polyurethane.

Car paint.

I'm gonna round up as much
white car paint I can find.

Well, start with the
same manufacturer.

If we can find this guy's
favorite color wheel,

we can start knocking on doors
and pulling sales records.

Well, the truth is,
I don't like to paint

unless the client requests it.

Human anatomy

is God's masterpiece.

Why put lipstick
on the Mona Lisa?

What I like to do for color

is bleach the specimen with
seven percent hydrogen peroxide.

And sometimes I'll
use AC 05 pigment

for the first acetone bath

so that it penetrates
during dehydration.

Okay.

Can you tell us, um,

what kind of thread
you would use

if you had to sew up veins?

A medical-grade
polypropylene suture

is typically best for
whoever you're working on.

Hmm. WILLOWS: Ever use

- any other materials?
- My work

is about precision,

technique,

subtlety.

Ask Dr. Amato.

Whoever did this...

Let's just say
that I have notes.

If you call me to
testify as an expert,

I could go on and on.

Careful.

You might just find yourself
on the witness stand.

Hey. ROBY: Hey.

Ow.

Heard you guys need
an extra set of hands.

Can you lift yours,
Beau? I just hauled

42 tins of white paint.

And I haven't done arm day
for the last few... years.

Anyway, Chris is all over
that. Where are you at?

Question is: Where is Valerie?

We need a break.

We'd have one if
I could find signs

of Cas9 enzymes in
this sample, but...

That would confirm
the assailant's DNA

was gene-edited by CRISPR.

Mm-hmm, but I'm not seeing it.

If the DNA isn't natural

and it wasn't edited,
what does that mean?

It would have to
be synthetic DNA.

Wait. The blood was
fake? No, no, no.

Someone took real blood,

gave it an enzyme bath,

and then tweaked the
DNA beyond recognition.

It's like Wite-Out.

You can erase parts
of the sequence

and then literally
script something on top.

Like what? FINADO: I
don't know, anything.

Gibberish, state secrets.

A recipe on how to make
a kid with blue eyes.

I mean, when I worked
in the private sector,

labs were exploring DNA helixes
as a way to store information.

Practical application... it
was just... it was years away.

I mean, I thought.

Why plant this for us to find?

There are easier ways to
throw us off the scent.

Not to toot my own horn,

but most scientists
would've stopped

when there was no hit in CODIS.

But whatever's
encoded on this DNA,

that might just tell us
whose work we're looking at.

- Like some kind of signature?
- You two look

for a tiny little John Hancock.

I'm getting a warrant to
surveil Truman Thomas.

Man has a robot factory.

How many tech wizards do we know

who care about what
Valerie was gonna tell me?

So, get this.

The sutures in the
plastinated blood vessels?

It's thread from
auto upholstery.

But it could be from any car.

I bet it's Italian.

I found the white paint
blended up for Branch Man.

It's Brilliant White.

Used on Alfa Romeos.

Our man liked exotics.

That's Kenneth
Miller's specialty.

The victim's brother.

Looks like there
are five shops

that do that kind of
work around Vegas.

How's that for
narrowing it down?

I'll get with Carson.

You grab Chavez. We
need paint samples,

rosters of employees, and sales
records if they're willing.

Maybe at one of these shops

we'll find something
linking back

to this poor guy's brother.

Allie and Carson are
already at their third stop.

They're putting us to shame.

Well, Carson's not
liaising with the FBI

on a manhunt for a
missing woman, so...

Feels kind of deserted, no?

Hello?

Huh.

Maybe they left to grab dinner.

Maybe.

Serena,

I think you have
to come see this.

It's Jesse Moore.

Oh, my God.

Dispatch, this is Detective
Chavez, badge 6375.

I need black-and-whites and
CSI assist at my location.

All right, we got
backup on the way.

Allie and Folsom
are headed out, too.

We just got to sit tight and...

What do you think is in here?

Not locked.

This is where he did it.

Hey. You think this sketch

is for his next project?

Serena!

Chris, get down!

Drop it!

Now.

Eric.

Hands up.

On your knees.

It's over, Eric.

"I've never seen anyone
conjure rage like you.

"I can't wait to see
your next installation.

EC84."

That one was you,
wasn't it, Eric?

Course,

we know how that
installation turned out.

How does someone

who paints cars

get into plastinating bodies?

Okay. That's all right.

We've got more than
enough to put you away.

But I want to understand.

Was Jesse the only one?

Did you practice?

Not the way you think.

I told you my fiancée died.

After Mandy's accident,

the colors drained
out of my life.

I-I felt dead.

Until I found sculpting.

Turning twisted plastics and
metals into something new

this is something I've
always done, but this?

This was better.

Kenneth told me his brother
was a sculptor, too.

And Jesse's videos helped me.

They helped me bring
her back to life.

And I-I couldn't wait to
show Jesse Mandy... my Mandy.

What did he think?

That I didn't know her.

That there was no emotion
in what I made, that she's

superficial and plastic.

Well, I showed
him who's plastic.

I showed him what it is

to create from the heart.

I mean, he thought
he was the expert,

that I had nothing
to say about her?

So that's what
this was. Revenge.

No, cancer took
her from me once.

I wasn't gonna let this stranger

take her from me again.

You mean, car accident.

Which was it?

Can you tell us more about her?

What was Mandy's full name?

You think I didn't
know my own fiancée?

I mean, I have a
million photos of her.

You sound like Jesse.

Well,

joke's on him.

He was so

full of it.

What was her name, Eric?

I want to go now.

I want to go!

I want to go!

There's our hero.

Long day, huh?

You know, I've never seen
that leave your neck.

I, uh, wear it as a reminder.

There's a key for every lock,
every problem has a solution,

and I can be that solution.

You were today.

Chavez said you saved her life.

And you were right
about Eric's fiancée.

He had a lot of pictures of
a woman named Amanda Welch,

all taken from social media.

They'd never even met.

Their engagement, her
death, none of it was real.

When he confessed, I
thought I'd see something.

In his eyes.

Allie, there was, there was
no reason for any of this.

Sometimes that's just how it is.

Yeah, well, it's not how
it's supposed to be here.

I like it here, too.

I like how silver nitrate
plus sodium chloride

will always make
silver chloride.

Chris,

evil is different.

There is not always a
straight line you can draw

to explain why people
do what they do.

Sometimes... It's
all just squiggles.

Sometimes it's not.

And you turn the page.

And you work the next problem.

I was halfway to my car.

What does "artful strong
nalgene baseball" mean?

Stupid autocorrect.

We found artificial strings
of nitrogenous bases.

Okay. What does that mean?
- The blood

at Valerie's
apartment was planted

to throw us off the scent.

No match in CODIS,

but Max went deeper and

well, here is a new
nightmare for you.

We have people
encrypting DNA now?

Mm-hmm.

Just when you thought
you've seen it all.

So all the A's and T's

and C's and G's...

Appear to be some
kind of computer code.

The EZ2 and I did our thing,

and I was able to
export one particularly

funky-looking chunk.

Found a full-on text file.

It's got to be a mistake, uh,
an artifact i-in the program

used to sequence the DNA.

Uh, I don't think so.

It's beautiful.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's going on?

That's malware. Shut it down.

- Uh...
- Oh.

What the hell just happened?

Serena, call it in.

We just got hacked.