I am not ready for this.
Yeah, you are.
Besides, you got to be.
Dr. Ray's still on leave from the concussion.
We're all tapped out.
I got a multiple in northtown.
Call me if you need anything, okay?
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Damn it, Derrick, you're screwing up my one-to-ones.
Sorry.
This stuff is giving me the desire for pancakes.
Yeah, me, too.
Kids.
Okay,
Crime cadets, this is serious crime-fighting business,
So... Back to being dead,
Please.
Excuse me, CSI Hodges?
Yes.
CSI Hodges,
Th-that's me. Katy cypress. Nice to meet you.
Look, I know
That this is just a program for wannabe csis.
And this exercise does test
Observational and evidence-collection skills.
Yes. Is it at least based
On a real case?
No.
This is just brute-force rote work.
I couldn't agree with you more. The real fun
Is nailing bad guys.
And that's about interpreting the evidence
And solving a real mystery.
That's what... You do,
And that's what I want to do.
Okay.
I'll tell you what.
Let's finish up here, and then you
Grab a couple of your cadet buddies
And meet me at the crime lab
For a real challenge...
If you're up to it.
Oh, I am up to it.
Guillermo.
He'd love to do it.
He has no life.
I collect spores, molds and fungi.
You, too, Derrick... it'll be fun.
Grab a seat.
Are we waiting on Derrick?
Uh, no. He's not coming.
He has video-game
Issues.
Ah. These files
Are from a case we investigated four months ago.
You said you wanted to match wits with real csis.
Now's your chance.
Among the many consequences
Of a construction boom are structures
That are thrown together with little regard
For building codes.
The fire department responded quickly.
But even so, the lower three levels
Of this apartment building were almost completely consumed.
The firemen, or, as we like to call them,
The "evidence eradication crew,"
Got the blaze under control.
But they were utterly unprepared
For the astonishing sight waiting there to greet them.
Oh, boy, do I remember that one.
It was an incredible case.
I mean, like, you would never even believe it was possible
Unless you saw the evidence yourself.
Yeah, which is why I was about to show it to them.
Oh.
Hey. I'm Wendy.
And you are...?
Crime cadets.
Guillermo.
Could we see the body already,
Please?
Yeah. Okay.
Hey.
I tell it better than you.
Trust me, you guys
Are really gonna enjoy this.
What used to be the parking garage
Was filled with the contents of a dozen apartments,
Everything charred
Virtually beyond recognition...
With one incredible exception.
The csis had never seen anything like it.
I've never seen anything like it.
There's barely a mark on her.
Given the amount of available fuel consumed by this fire,
I'd say we should be looking
At a pile of roasted flesh and bone.
The body must have been put here after the fire was extinguished.
There were a dozen cops
And two dozen firefighters on the scene.
The likelihood of anyone carrying a body into this
And getting out unseen is... Slim to none.
That's when I said...
It's as if... The fire refused to touch her.
Excuse me?
And then Wendy said...
The question is,
Is it miracle or murder?
Uh, please familiarize yourself with this evidence report.
That's what you're doing, you're lying to children?
It's a teaching exercise.
It's an exercise in self-love.
Just play along and be a role model, please?
Uh, no. Why would I play along with you?
Because if you can't even imagine yourself
Out in the field, how will you ever expect ecklie to?
Okay, so there we were.
The question is, is it miracle...
Or murder?
Either way, she tried as best as she could to survive.
Sounds like something I would say.
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A few pounds there, barclay.
You been working out or something?
Yeah, new diet.
No more donuts or sugary snacks, just-just pure protein.
All beef, all day.
Trading the diabetes for a heart attack.
Good call.
Yeah, what's up, cath?
I'm in mega-lo-mattress hell.
Found another db in a quilt. I'll be here a while.
Oh, that's okay... I just wrapped up
My 419, I'll hold down the f...
Nicky?
Oh, my God!
Nicky? You there?
Yeah, yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, it looks like I'm gonna be tied up
For a little while longer here, Catherine.
Need paramedics and hazmat down to the squad.
Okay, I see it.
The concrete around the furnace is pitted and chipped,
Most likely from rapid thermal expansion.
It's called "spalling."
Now, take a look
At the vent pipes.
What do they tell you?
They're Rusty.
And since fire is essentially
A rapid oxidation reaction...
It means that the furnace
Is most likely where the fire started.
Very good.
This has got to be arson.
What makes you say that?
Most fires are either started
Because of insurance fraud or to cover up evidence of a crime.
And that certainly is a crime.
Were all the tenants
Accounted for?
And were any able to identify the victim?
Good questions...
For a Detective.
So, all the tenants have been accounted for.
I showed her picture around, but, uh,
No one recognized her.
Or so they say.
Thanks, Captain. We'll, uh, let you know
What we come up with.
That's great.
You know what? Nobody gives a damn
About life or death.
That's the truth. So why should I?
Why should you?
Do you know what the best thing to do is?
Is to just to go home...
And cuddle up with someone you love...
And just...
Forget...
...Just forget about all this-this...
Madness.
But that would let them all off the hook, wouldn't it?
So, you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna go home, I'm gonna get painted up,
Put on some kevlar,
Go on a five-state shooting spree
And take out these scumbags one at a time. Screw 'em.
And then let
Copper-jacketed justice take its
Sweet release.
Ooh, ouch.
What?
What?!
What the heck? No.
No, I'm not going to do that, all right?
No, I choose life.
Keep me apprised.
Fyi, the alcoholism rate among police officers
Is double the national average.
Suicide rate's triple.
Really? Hey, uh, wait a second.
That tub... where's it from?
It's, uh, from apartment 2b, second floor.
Whose tenant just happened
To be out of town right before the fire.
Does he have a record?
No, but he wasn't exactly a model citizen, either.
He'd had run-ins with the landlord before
Over illegal sublets. Okay.
Check this out...
Off-the-books sublet girl was in the tub
When the fire breaks out.
She dies of carbon monoxide poisoning,
Leaving no marks on the body.
She was still in the tub
When the flames torched the floor
And it all came tumbling down.
So, the bath oil on her skin acts like a shield
Long enough to protect her from the flames until
She is discovered. That's not a bad theory.
And for a while, it was our theory.
It was also the wrong theory.
Most essential oils
In bath gels have a flash point
Of under 250 degrees. With a fire that hot,
It would've actually drawn the flames to her,
Not protect her. All right.
Well, since we know it's arson,
If we identify the victim,
It could lead us to the arsonist. Yeah.
What'd you get from autopsy?
For that, you'll need a coroner.
And, uh, luckily, I happen to know where we
Can find one.
Take five.
Hey, Hodges. Oh, hey, Henry.
Yes? Remember that time
You said that thing about your having a higher commitment
To the lab and the pursuit of justice?
Yeah, I've probably said that more than once. Yeah, you have.
For the record, I find it admirable
And Wendy does, too.
She does? Yeah.
We were chatting about it last weekend at the blood bank.
We donate together.
Oh.
No, b-positive.
Actually, Wendy and I have
A lot in common.
We dabble in calligraphy,
We're both passionate
About french neoclassical architecture,
And we are both allergic to eggplant.
Look, I was just thinking that I should ask her out
On a date, and I assume that you'd be cool with that,
Due to your admirable commitment to the lab.
So are you
Cool with that?
Totally. Great.
Great, yes, see? That is awesome.
Thank you, you're a man of principle.
Uh, Wendy.
- Hey. - Hello.
What's up? Good. How are you? Hi.
Um, I was wondering if you want to go out to eat tonight
After work.
Yeah. Yeah? Okay.
All right, yeah, I'm just gonna...
Attention, all personnel...
Quarantine is still in effect until further notice.
Continue to observe all class-four protocol.
No Anthrax, no ricin, no botulinum.
And no plague and no tularemia.
We're good, people.
Area's clear.
Well, if it's not in the air or a contact toxin,
It has to be something they ate or drank.
Wouldn't be the first time a bunch of cops
Cheaped out on a dinner and ended up
Spewing out of both ends.
You're a CSI.
It's not your problem.
I think I'm making it mine tonight.
Have you
Encountered any cases recently
With similar symptoms?
Projectile vomit, sweats, diarrhea?
I mean, it could be almost anything thing.
You know, there's
A lot of stuff going around.
This town is a petri dish.
Hey, Jenkins...
How you doing?
I will get out of here
In a second to let you get back to sleep.
But I need you to tell me everything you had to eat
Or drink today.
Uh, nurse?
Hey, kids, you know, a lot of people
Believe that all a coroner does is determine
Cause, manner, and time of death.
And in a case like this,
There is so much more to discover.
All you have to do is look.
Her prints weren't in the system.
And no bodies matching her description
Were in missing persons.
The condition of her...
...Area is consistent with recent sexual activity.
But her wet mount came back negative
For, uh...
Semen? Thank you.
I believe this woman had
Safe sex before she died. Could we get
To the c.O.D. Please?
Not so fast.
You'll miss it.
The victim had
Plaque with numerous cavities,
Crowns made of white gold...
A substance not commonly used in the United States.
All of which led me to conclude that the victim was Russian...
Russian or eastern european.
Obviously.
This is, uh, "vokovushka,"
The Russian mighty mouse.
Perhaps she was a tourist?
What are these
Glossy patches on her skin?
I-I don't know.
I sent samples to trace.
Talk to trace.
Actually, trace loves to talk.
I'd suggest carving out
A couple hours and taking snacks. C.O.D.?
Right.
There's no soot in the trachea.
Lung tissue color
Is normal.
There's no sign of carbon monoxide
Pink at all.
Meow.
Hello, morgue.
Of course. I'm always ready.
Right.
All right, the csis are on their way down.
She didn't inhale smoke.
Give me your notes. Give me your notes.
Get out!
You see, tox revealed a bac
Of .30 with several benzodiazepine sedatives,
Along with zolpidem in her system.
Now, while the individual levels were sublethal...
The combination was...
Deadly. That's right.
C.O.D. Was multiple drug overdose.
The victim was dead before the fire.
I was about to say that.
Too bad I said it first.
Here you go.
Now, we're starting off small.
This is only the stuff from the desks
Of the officers who actually got sick.
This is starting small?
Yep.
And you better get the gcms fired up, boss.
Greg's bringing in vomit, blood and fecals.
Get it going.
In an arson investigation,
After you find the area of origin,
The next thing you look for is any sort
Of incendiary device, faulty wiring,
Flammable fluid... basically any ignition source
In the general vicinity.
Hey, Wendy.
Come take a look at this.
It's a natural gas line.
It's uncapped.
There's no tarnish on these tool marks.
This was done recently.
Yeah.
Did you find the gas cap at the scene?
Hodges. Hmm?
Uh, no.
And we sifted through a ton of char.
I'm sure you're still
Finding soot in places you don't want to talk about.
Well, no gas cap means no accident.
That proves that, uh, we're right about arson.
So it would seem.
We removed a section of the pipe
To preserve the tool marks.
But what we didn't know
Was that this crime scene...
It very well could have been our last.
No!
Shortly thereafter, the city declared the building
Structurally unsound, and...
That was the last time CSI was allowed in.
He saved my life.
He saved the evidence, too.
What do you mean, the gcms run isn't done yet?
It was supposed to be done an hour ago.
I don't know what's going on.
Well, I have a bunch of sick cops
Who need answers, and if you have
To pull another shift to get it done,
You're going to have to.
Let me look at this.
Henry,
The run cycle's been altered.
You set it to perform a cleaning
And test cycle after each sample.
No, I didn't set it like that. I swear.
Well, maybe a power interruption could have reset it
To a default.
There you go.
Problem solved.
You lucked out.
Yeah.
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The uncapped gas line
Was the fuel.
What else do you need to make a fire?
A spark.
That's right.
And I've got a whole box full of sparks right over here.
Take a look.
According to this maintenance record,
This breaker box was serviced the same day as the fire.
And it looks like the same company
Maintains the gas lines. They do.
The police questioned the maintenance man,
But the csis found this in his van.
The pipe cap?
The arsonist kept evidence of the crime on him?
Serial killers often keep souvenirs.
The maintenance man told the cops that he had gone
To the apartment building to service the gas line
And removed the cap, which had become corroded.
But when he returned to his van
To find a replacement, he found he didn't have one,
So he left.
He left the gas line uncapped?
He said he forgot.
He thought he closed the gas line completely, but he
Must have left a slow leak, which he didn't notice
Because he was losing his sense of smell...
Or so he claimed.
His medical records confirmed that.
So, natural gas
Gradually filled the room...
Until there was enough,
So that when the furnace clicked on...
Whoosh.
Indeed.
It was an accident.
Which means that it wasn't set
To destroy the victim's body.
Our theory was completely wrong.
You said you wanted a challenge.
Wendy!
Hey. Hi.
Uh, I got great news.
I had to call in a couple of favors, but I got us
A reservation at the eiffel tower restaurant.
It's, like, the best view in Vegas.
Wow.
That's cool, right? It-it's, uh...
A little more fancy-pants
Than the cop diner that I'd been picturing.
No. I, um... I was going
To surprise you, but then I thought, you know,
The gentlemanly thing to do
Would be to let you know, so you could dress
Appropriately for the occasion.
I'm going to go home on my lunch break and get my suit.
You're wearing a suit?
Ce sera parfaît.
It means, "it will be perfect."
Um...
According to Henry, there were no drugs,
Poisons or toxins in any
Of the food or drink samples I collected.
We'll just have to test
Every consumable in the station.
It's shigella.
Positive? I called in a favor
At the hospital's microbio lab.
We just did cultures on each of the sick unis.
They all have it.
Okay, well, shigella is food-borne.
It typically vectors through unsanitary handling practices.
Yeah, but something doesn't make sense.
According to what the unis told me between pukes...
...None of them ate any of the same things today,
So how did they all come down
With the same bacterial infection?
I might be able to answer that. I'll call you back.
Hey, Nick. What's up?
Hold out your hands, metcalf.
And, uh, don't touch me,
Please.
So, basically, we have an accidental fire
And a victim whose body
Managed to remain unburned in it.
These patches on her skin,
Did you guys get anything useful from trace?
You always get something from trace.
CSI Hodges. Trace tech Langston.
What do you have for me?
The question, CSI Hodges, is what don't I have for you?
I used, uh, polarized light microscopy to identify
The glossy patches on your victim's skin.
And not to sound corny, but I think you'll find the results
A-maize-ing.
Starch molecules.
Vaporized cornstarch, to be precise.
Did you know the word "cornstarch" is derived
From the middle English "sterchen"
Meaning "to stiffen," which is apropos
To the condition of your Vic.
Langston, the way that your rapier wit
Envelopes critical information, is just so...
Thrilling?
That's exactly what I was going to say.
Now, you say you derived these results
From a simple polarized light test?
Lesser men would have
Resorted to using the gcms.
Why use a sledgehammer to kill a fly?
I bow to the master. Nonsense.
"you are great. I am great."
M-5. The ultimate computer.
Star trek, the original series.
Is there any other?
It's like you're inside my head.
That trace tech sounds kinda...
Obsequious.
Misunderstood.
You look concerned.
I am.
How does somebody get coated in vaporized cornstarch?
Body powder?
It's a health-conscious alternative to talc.
I doubt that powder would be thick enough to account for...
Peanuts.
Cornstarch peanuts.
Packing material.
She was killed and packed in the box with the peanuts.
The cardboard and the cornstarch acted as insulation,
To protect the body from the flames.
Until the firemen arrived,
Blasting everything with their hoses,
Which separated her from whatever
Remained of the box.
Congratulations.
You have just matched wits with the csis.
Nicely done. Hmm!
Okay, so what's next?
Based on what we have here, nothing.
That's as far we got.
But we never id'd the body.
Or the killer.
Neither did we.
What?
That sucks. Yes.
But what doesn't suck is that yesterday,
The city declared the building structurally sound.
So, after you have your parents fax me
Their written permission indemnifying
The crime lab for any injuries you may sustain,
We're going on a field trip.
So, my suit's done then?
Great. No, I'm on my way.
You didn't crease the pants though, did you, mom?
'cause there is nothing worse than...
Huh?
Oh, no. No, no, no. I'll call you back.
No, no-no-no.
Not today.
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What?
Ow.
Ah! No!
Car trouble?
Yeah, no kidding.
This ruins my whole lunch break,
And I had things to do.
You know, Henry, maybe you should stay out
Of parking garages.
Bad things seem to happen to you there.
Henry?
Hmm? I don't mind taking time out of my day
To check out your radiator hose,
'cause, clearly, it means a lot to you.
But you need to back off. You are ripe.
Sorry.
My car's been spending a lot of time in the shop.
I just wanted to know
What's wrong before I take it in again.
Well...
I can tell you one thing.
This is not defective.
These holes are straight and uniform,
Which suggests they were
Mechanically introduced from the outside in.
Somebody poked my hose.
Sorry.
Sure, yeah, you could have a Shady mechanic,
But as far as car sabotage goes, this is amateur hour.
I mean, you really want to do some damage,
You pop out a spark plug
And throw rocks into the cylinder.
Radiator hose... third grade stuff.
You been pissing off a lot of third graders lately?
Hodges!
You know, when you told me to join you for some fun,
I really didn't realize it was going to be
As wonderful as this.
As your humble tech, I would like to thank you very much
For entrusting me with such an important job.
Listen, just remember to label all
Bindled evidence. Chain of custody is not just
A suggestion, you know.
Don't push it, Hodges.
Okay. All right.
Hey.
Did I miss anything?
Thanks for texting me, k.
Sure, I mean, the team isn't the same without...
Oh!
Okay.
Oh. Yes.
Fire scenes always smell this bad?
Yes.
Just let me know if you find
Anything that matches the burn pattern that we found earlier.
Why do you feel compelled to lie to us?
About what, exactly?
You don't have to be
A real CSI to know that you and Hodges are not.
I suspect Hodges is a trace tech,
Because I doubt any real CSI would wax so rhapsodic
About that particular specialty.
And, clearly, that man
Does not relish being outdoors.
That, and the fact
That you two obviously spend
An inordinate amount of time with each other,
Would suggest that you're
Most likely a lab tech, too.
I'm DNA.
So, why lie?
I guess I'm afraid that maybe I'm going
To wake up one morning and I'm going to think
That I spent most of life
Fighting crime in a test tube.
Just because something is the size of a molecule
Doesn't mean that it can't be filled with intrigue
And excitement.
Csis gather the evidence,
But analysis is really what gives it meaning.
You need both
To find the truth.
Found some crispy-ass denim.
They look like men's jeans.
A quarter and two pennies.
Dinner's on me.
Dead girl's a blonde, right?
That's her. "stacia borsala."
Hungarian passport.
Looks like I've got what's left of a blister pack of...
"zolpidem."
This is so warped, I doubt I'm going to get
Any prints off of it. The victim had zolpidem in her system.
We did it.
We id'd the Vic.
I'm sorry, who?
In your face, csis.
Techs and crime cadets, we rule.
Hello.
Metcalf doesn't have shigella on his hands.
Oh, that's surprising.
A bit of a relief, actually.
Yeah, but get this.
The bacteria that infected the squad room,
Turns out to be the same strain that closed down
A day care center in summerlin last week.
Hold on.
A day care center, huh?
Yep, half a dozen preschoolers.
Must've been quite a mess.
I don't think that's a coincidence.
The stuff that got 'em sick came
From your pastry box.
What's the deal, bud? Hmm?
You get tired of the guys in the station
Stealing your food, so you thought
You'd lace a few of your goodies with some shigella,
Teach 'em a lesson? No.
Yes, the guys steal my food,
Although those lowlifes would never admit it.
But, look,
I would never...
Wh-what's shi-wha?
Shigella... it's a bacteria, man.
Come on, now. Don't make this any harder on yourself.
What'd you do? Did you get
The sample from your kid's day care center?
I don't know where the pastries came from, all right?
I stopped eating sugary snacks, remember?
Oh, and this isn't my kid's,
It's my-my girlfriend's kid.
My-my ex-girlfriend, we just broke up.
But I got nothing against the kid.
You know, it's a good drawing, he's talented.
Was it a nasty break-up?
Is there a pretty kind?
Where can I find her?
So in revenge for breaking up with you,
You decide to give
Sergeant barclay some delicious, homemade baked goods
Tainted with your child's shigella.
What did you do, save a diarrhea diaper
And lace some in with the icing?
No. Well, what you didn't know was
That sarge had just gone on a little post-break-up diet.
Too bad for the cops who stole his food.
Your prints were on it.
It was a gift. I left it
For barky as a peace offering.
Without telling him? The worst
You can do is have me reprimanded for bad hygiene.
You can't prove malicious intent.
That will be up to the d.A.
You caused a disruption at a police station,
Which could've cost lives.
You're looking at a class-b felony.
Would it help if I said I was really, really sorry?
I have to say I'm impressed with the initiative. I mean,
This case had kind of fallen off the radar.
What made you follow up on it?
It was...
You know, for the children.
No, really, why?
I have sex stains
Right here.
Anything usable?
Maybe.
I'm going to try magnetic bead separation.
It works best for getting results
From inhibited surfaces.
If the inhibited surface is a negative,
Then it needs
A strong positive to draw it out.
Yeah, it also needs an outside Agent to activate
The... Attraction.
Couldn't the outside Agent contaminate the entire process?
No, it's not strong enough.
In fact, it's really
Only there to get things started.
Sounds like a delicate process.
Hmm, it is. One that requires
A lot of patience.
It's worth it,
Because...
Once the two are bound together,
Everything else is left behind.
Okay.
Let me know
How it turns out.
Hey! I know what you're doing,
And I know why you're doing it.
You're trying to ruin my date with Wendy.
Well, it's not gonna happen.
I followed protocol.
I asked you if it was cool, and you said "yes."
Henry, I understand you're having a bad day, but I really don't see
How I factor into any of it. Oh, fine, then I'll spell it out for you.
First, you monkeyed with my gcms,
And when that didn't work, you took it to the next level.
But that didn't work, either.
Our date is still on.
I hired a limo.
That's kind of flashy for a first date.
Stay out of my lab and stay out of my life, or else.
Or else what? Back off, man.
I'm a toxicologist.
I know every odorless, colorless,
Vomit-inducing liquid known to man.
You think about that
The next time you eat lunch.
Ds are added to a sample of the stain from
The jeans, the DNA actually binds to sites on the metal.
And then in the magnetic field, the beads with the DNA
Are separated from the rest of the soup.
Now, this particular sample came back
As a mixture, so we just
Subtract out the victim's profile.
And we get...
An unknown male. All we've got to do
Is match it to a tenant in the building.
You just made denim speak for the dead.
I'm sure
You'll all be willing to give us a DNA sample to assist
In our investigation. There's a bunch of other people whose apartments burned up.
Why are we the only ones here?
You just got lucky, I guess.
Fine, just show me the cup to pee in
Or take my blood or whatever, but I gotta be at my job
In 20 minutes, so can we get this done?
That's the attitude. Let's go. All right.
Hey, uh, look,
Giving DNA to cops... Uh...
The way I see it, that's an invasion of my privacy,
So I'm going to decline.
You know, just on principle.
Sure, I respect your rights.
What's your name? Melvin dodge.
Apartment 3c.
I just have a few things to follow up on,
So why don't we have a chat?
Just you and me.
Okay, okay.
According to the landlord, you moved in
Three days before the fire.
Boy, that's a tough break.
Has the town been treating you any better since?
Yeah, I got a job dealing craps over at the palermo.
They let me go, though.
Layoffs. There is a recession going on.
Maybe that's not the best time to move.
Three days before the fire,
That's barely enough time to unpack.
Yeah, I was totally living out
Of boxes. Boxes?
You know what I hate about boxes?
The stuff they put in them... the peanuts... they get everywhere.
I learned something about them.
You know, they're not made out of styrofoam.
To be friendly to the environment, they're made out of cornstarch.
They keep things from getting crushed, and also,
Keeps a dead girl from going up in flames.
Look, I can get your DNA in about ten seconds.
Tell me what happened right now,
And maybe we can knock the charge
Down to involuntary manslaughter.
That's a break for you.
I didn't know she was going to die.
I met her at haze.
She was new in town, too.
She didn't know anybody, either.
We started drinking. A lot.
She got flirty. She asked me if I had any drugs.
I told her I had zolpidem back at my place.
She starts talking about all the dirty things we can do
If we popped a couple.
15 minutes later, she's doing things to me
I've only seen online.
Then I woke up the next morning...
Babe?
And there she was. Hey, come on.
Hey, wake up. Dead.
I don't know what happened.
She said that she had done it before.
I guess I just wasn't thinking straight.
So you put her body in one of your boxes, figured
You'd throw it in a dumpster later?
Was that the plan?
I guess so.
But then, I got home that night
And I saw that the whole place was going up in flames.
The fireman came up and he told me that
My apartment had been completely destroyed.
I kind of felt like I got lucky again.
How do you feel now?
Let's do some writing.
This guy's life is totally over.
How do you deal with this day after day?
It's good work when you know you're on the right side.
Captain brass?
I just want to say that I think it's awesome
The way you've pulled your life back together.
Did you get
Into a program?
Who are you?
And what's he been telling you?
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What?
Oh, come on...
Oh, no way.
This isn't funny!
What the...?!
Help. My face...
Help.
Lab tech down! Aah!
Wait, is that acetone?
Ah...
It is the best way to dissolve cyanoacrylate, Henry.
Yeah... ah!
That's toxic.
Well, not so much, if you keep your mouth closed
And cover your eyes with that.
Okay. Lucky for you,
I was feeling better and decided to come to work today.
There's no telling how long you could've been stuck here.
Obviously,
Someone has not been adhering to lab policy against pranks,
Which is strange because we're usually such a cohesive group.
Please stop. I think it's a terrible
Injustice, because you...
...Are the glue
That holds this whole place together.
Let's see.
Mm-hmm. Looks like someone
Shimmed the lock, then
Applied contact adhesive
To the interior surfaces of your locker.
Yeah, well, I have a very good idea who.
Stick it to him, Henry.
Hey. I saw you and Henry
In the hall before... Look, I haven't been messing with Henry.
I'm not trying to spoil your date, and I hope that
You guys have a very nice life together.
I really wasn't trying to blame you for anything.
I was just checking in.
Why are your hands in your pockets?
Because I'm socially awkward,
And it gives me a sense of security.
You know, after Henry accused me,
I began to suspect that someone was trying
To pin their practical jokes on me.
So I mixed up a little something called
"detection spray" and I put it all over the surfaces
That I felt that Henry would be most vulnerable to pranks,
Including his locker.
It's essentially a ninhydrin solution,
Which goes on clear, then reacts
With the amino salts in perspiration,
Leaving a stain on anyone who touches it.
And the more that the perp tries to wash it off,
The more the stain spreads.
That's really fascinating. I should go.
It can last up to five days.
You may want to wear a dress with pockets tonight.
I'm not proud of this.
Then why
Did you do it? Because, originally,
I really wanted to go out with Henry.
Because he's everything that I know I should be looking for.
He's adorable
And charming and funny and
Sweet and nice to me... Okay, I get it.
He's peachy. But then, I realized
That what I'm supposed to want...
Isn't what I do want.
So...
Basically, I did the mature thing
And I tortured the poor guy with practical jokes all day,
Thinking that it might make him cancel the date.
That does sound like something I'd do.
All right, Hodges, Henry tells me that you
Reprogrammed the gcms.
And glued my face to my locker
And poked my hose.
Whatever. If this is true, you're looking
At a formal reprimand and days off. Did you do it?
Can I just say something?
I am so sorry...
That you didn't stop me earlier.
You see, Wendy
Suspected what I was up to, and she was urging me to come clean.
I swear, it'll never happen again.
Mea culpa.
Can you forgive me?
This is going to go on
Your permanent record.
You got your
Confession... happy?
Hmm.
Nobody likes a snitch.
Henry, I am so, so sorry.
I guess this means our date's off?
Oh, yeah.
I guess I need some time
For my face to heal!
Can I get a rain check?
Mmm!
It's never going to happen.
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