♪ ♪
(banging in time with music)
(man gasping and groaning)
(choking)
(man coughing and gagging)
The truck was headed to the landfill.
When it passed through the security gate,
the guard noticed a suspicious ooze leaking out of the back,
so he notified the driver.
The driver jumped out, checked it out and called us.
What is the code for suspicious ooze?
6-6-6.
Well, at least the primordial variety--
the stuff of creation, Heaven and Hell.
Yeah, I'll take "Hell" for $500, please, Alex.
- Is this, your, uh, "ooze"? - Yep.
(truck horn blasts) MAN: Hey! Shut it down!
Shut it down!
STOKES: Looks like blood.
(inhales)
Smells like blood.
Okay. Open it up.
STOKES: Possible body parts.
Looks like it's been put through a cheese grater.
This is some kind of hardcore shredding, boys.
Hey.
"Cafe Perka."
Cappuccino machine.
I was thinking about buying one of these.
Piece of a steel-belted radial?
Bicycle bell.
(dull ring)
Guess the rest of the bicycle's in there somewhere.
What do you make of that?
Credit card?
Looks like it used to be a credit card.
A chopped-up rubber tire,
a coffee maker,
and a cheese-grated body-- if that's what this is.
Not something you see every day.
Here's looking at you, kid.
â™ª CSI 11x07 â™ª Bump and Grind Original Air Date on November 4, 2010
-- sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for www.addic7ed.com --
♪ Who... are you? ♪
♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪
♪ Who... are you? ♪
♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪
♪ I really wanna know ♪
♪ Who... are you? ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ ♪ Who... ♪
♪ Come on, tell me who are you, you, you ♪
♪ Are you! ♪
(machine whirring and grinding loudly)
Well, that's one way to clear a paper jam.
Prototype failed.
It jammed before it made it to market.
The business made us destroy it.
You guys said something about body parts?
STOKES: Yeah. We found some in a truck
headed for the landfill.
It was mixed in with a lot of shredded stuff,
much like what comes out of your machine.
Truck's manifest led us here.
Got to be some mistake.
Company sends us all kinds of material to shred.
Electronics, appliances, apparel,
prototypes, rejects, recalls.
Hey, somebody has to lose the Super Bowl, right?
All those hats and t-shirts--
"We're Number One!"
This is where they turn out to be number two.
(laughs)
Does that include bodies?
No. We don't shred people.
Maybe someone fell in.
Well, we've got cameras everywhere.
Not to mention OSHA.
Someone so much as gets a paper cut,
gotta shut down.
You're gonna have to shut it down right now, boss.
We need to take a look at it.
We want to talk to everybody who worked that night shift.
Plus we're going to need to see
what your "eyes" saw.
You guys got a warrant?
Hey, got one right here.
You can, uh, shred it when we're done.
Except for the big stuff,
most clients send their material in padlocked bins.
They fill them up at their offices,
arrange secure transport, we take care of the rest.
That's it; that's the whole graveyard shift.
Like I said, no one fell in.
Well, maybe they didn't have to.
Padlocked bins, secure transport...
if I was going to get rid of a body,
seems like a good way to go.
♪ ♪
(heavy sigh)
(groans)
All this came from the one truck with the body parts?
Yeah. Looks like we're in for a long day.
Did you really sign up for this?
Yeah, as my recent brush with T-Rex confirms,
the exhilaration of field work
is the only thing that gets me out of my head.
Still got Wendy on your mind, huh?
Yeah.
Believe me, I get it.
Two ships passing-- takes a while for the fog to clear.
I know what you need, H.
- Good night out on the town. - Yeah.
When?
All right, guys, we got paper, plastic, metal,
yuck... let's call it, shall we?
I got "yuck."
♪ ♪
Oh, Lady Catherine.
Always a delight.
Somebody's in a good mood.
Well, I enjoy a good puzzle now and again,
and this one is grade "A."
You seem in a good mood, yourself.
You have a... certain glow.
Hodges opened his big mouth.
Detective Vartann's a good man.
Can we, uh... get to the goo?
I, uh, sent representative samples to DNA.
We'll see what we get.
Obviously, the body's too mangled
to determine much.
Weight of the parts
suggests that we're looking at only one unfortunate soul.
I took a tissue sample.
Put your nose down the scope.
I'll give you a tour.
ROBBINS: Tissue's autolyzed, with a lack of nuclear detail.
Presence of saprophytic bacteria started the decomp.
Our victim was DBS.
DBS?
Dead Before Shred.
Time of death's approximately 36 to 48 hours
before the indignity of this dice and slice.
C.O.D.? Well, a portion of the cranial bone
shows a hint of a beveled edge.
Are you thinking entry wound?
More than thinking. I also found this.
Ooh.
Bullet frag.
It stuck around.
Greg found bullet fragments in the grind from the shredder.
We'll run everything through ballistics, see what we find.
♪ ♪
Everything all right?
Huh? Oh, yeah.
Uh, yeah, I'm fine.
You been swimming?
(chuckles) Oh, uh, shower.
We just went through a truckload
of garbage and dead body.
I, um... I still smell,
don't I?
You don't want an answer to that.
Found a credit card-- well, a piece of one.
Very similar to the one that you pulled out of the trash
last night, am I right?
Looks like it.
There were several in the shredder mix, and these were
more finely diced than the others,
and Hodges thought that it merited a closer look.
Is he, uh, running it through trace? Yeah.
You sure you're all right?
Fine.
Oh. You, uh...
dropped your bean.
(sighs)
SANDERS: DNA on our D.B. came back.
Confirms one source.
No hits in CODIS.
So far, all we have is an unidentified white male.
Well, we knew I.D. on this guy wasn't going to be easy.
He's in a thousand pieces.
Pieces may be all that we need
as long as they're the right ones.
I ran trace on the credit card shards
that G and I found in the shredder mix.
G?
They were bathed in high concentrations
of hydrochloric acid, potassium chloride,
and sodium chloride.
Stomach acid. Along with
magnesium, potassium, beta carotene,
zinc and
some essence
of Mercenaria mercenaria.
Spit it out, H.
Quahog clams.
Apparently, the shards were part
of a not-so-delightful Manhattan clam chowder.
So what you're saying is, our victim ate his credit cards?
Or someone made him eat them.
It's like straight out of an old Mob movie.
You can't pay up, so eat up.
Bullet in the head for dessert.
Well, we didn't find
enough pieces to reconstruct the name and number
as it appears on the card, but
we may not have to, because...
we have this.
The magnetic stripe.
Cardholder's name and number
is encoded repeatedly, along the length of the stripe.
Yeah, all we need is a section of it.
Our victim's last supper may tell us who he is.
(beeping)
(trilling)
Larry LaMotte?!
No way!
You know this guy?
Well, yeah, if it's the Larry LaMotte.
Haven't you've seen his online ads?
Mm-mm.
"How much would you pay
"for peace of mind?
Protect your identity with I.D.-Preserve."
He owns a credit protection service.
For a monthly fee,
they help protect your identity.
I just signed up last month.
Since when do you worry
about identity theft?
Every aspect of our life has been reduced
to binary code, Nick. All we are
is zeroes and ones.
Easy pickins.
My name is Larry LaMotte, and I want to ask you a question.
How much would you pay for peace of mind?
Well, the next few minutes may answer that question and...
it may change your life.
So, we checked Larry LaMotte's house.
No one home, and all his calls went to voicemail.
That's not a good sign.
Good morning, gentlemen.
How can I help you?
I'm Detective James Brass,
Las Vegas Police. This is Dr. Ray Langston
from the crime lab. We're looking for Larry LaMotte.
Oh, I'm sorry. He's not available.
May I ask what this is concerning?
- And you are? - Oh. Elaine Travers.
I'm his executive assistant.
Gentlemen, I'm Julius Kaplan.
I'm Mr. LaMotte's
Head of Security. Is there a problem?
No, no problem, Julius.
We think your boss may be dead,
so we need to ask a few questions.
There must be some misunderstanding.
Mr. LaMotte is on vacation.
Where?
At an undisclosed location,
where, unfortunately, he can't be reached.
I'll say.
It's okay, Julius.
I can handle this. - Who are you?
I'm Larry LaMotte.
My name is Larry LaMotte, and I want to ask you a question.
How much would you pay for...?
- You're Larry LaMotte? - Yes.
Now, did I hear you gentlemen correctly?
I'm dead?
You look younger on TV.
Better-looking, too, right?
Marketing 101.
(chuckles) You got something to sell,
hey, get someone pretty to sell it, right?
And who is the man in front of the camera?
Wesley. Works in the mailroom.
Yeah, he can't string
two sentences together, but put a script in front of him,
suddenly, he's Brando.
So, gentlemen, what about this dead thing?
Well, as I was, uh, telling Mr. Kaplan,
we found a body shot in the head.
Someone had force-fed him credit cards.
The credit cards were in your name.
My name?!
Uh, I-I don't understand.
Have your credit cards
been lost or stolen?
Did you know that every 79 seconds,
someone has their identity stolen?
It can take years, thousands of dollars
to get your good name back.
LANGSTON: Mr. LaMotte,
if someone has stolen your identity,
and that person has ended up dead,
that raises some serious questions for us.
Like what? BRASS: Well, if someone
stole your identity, it can't be good for business.
I'm the victim here, Detective.
Our company has thousands of subscribers.
Corporate clients who depend on us
to protect their data, their intellectual property.
This company made $120 million last year.
KAPLAN: In other words, why would we risk all that
in order to go after
some penny-ante credit card thief?
Well, that raises the possibility
that whoever murdered our victim thinks
they killed the real Larry LaMotte.
Do you have any enemies, Larry?
Thousands.
Like you, I make it my mission to stop criminals.
You wear a badge,
I wear the trust of every client
who pays $19 a month to make sure that I'm watching.
It'd be a lot easier if you just got us a list.
Elaine!
The officers would like to take a look
at our offenders files.
And please get two subscription
packages ready.
Don't worry.
Our brothers
in law enforcement get a discount.
STOKES: Larry LaMotte had a lot
of enemies, but they're all his clients.
Yeah, I see a couple of thousand have filed consumer complaints.
Yeah, subscribers claimed
that instead of protecting their identities,
the company stole them.
Credit card numbers found their way to Nigeria.
And we know what happens in Nigeria doesn't stay in Nigeria.
I.D.-Preserve passed it off
as "an unfortunate security breach."
But one guy didn't buy that excuse.
Lee Devries, 34.
Machinist.
He drove a truck
right through the window of I.D.-Preserve.
Starts waving a gun around,
demanding face-time with Larry LaMotte.
Six months in County.
He got out four weeks ago.
His first job out of the joint-- working at
a temp agency that supplies workers to the shredder company.
Sounds like somebody worth talking to.
I'll call Brass.
Nicky?
- Yeah. - Were you planning
on telling me that, uh,
you stopped seeing the departmental shrink?
Oh, I didn't think it was a big deal.
I went my mandatory two times.
I thought that we talked about this.
We did. I went.
That's it? You're done?
Look, I've been getting in the gym,
I've been eating right, getting good sleep.
Healthy body, healthy mind, right?
(sighs)
Catherine...
I can't sit in a room and talk about how I feel
from one minute to the next.
It's just not my thing.
Sure about that?
Positive.
BRASS: So, Lee,
where you been the last 72 hours?
Huh?
Run into Larry LaMotte by any chance?
I'm gonna make this simple.
Have you put any bodies into any shredders lately?
All right, stand up.
Stand up! Stand up!
Back up. Back up.
Sit over there.
All right, look...
I'm going to be you.
A more cooperative you.
All right, Detective, all right.
I'll tell you what happened.
Now you know that I ran into Larry LaMotte.
You know my history with him.
I got jammed up, and I got arrested.
But as luck would have it, I got a second chance at him.
I gathered up that bastard, right?
I jammed credit cards down his throat.
I took out my gun, I popped a cap
right in his brain,
and I took that mess that used to be
Larry LaMotte, and you know what?
I didn't know what to do with it, so,
I put it in-in the shredder at my work.
That was the end of Larry LaMotte. Done.
Questions?
I don't know what you're talking about.
That's not a question.
The guy destroyed my life.
I signed up with I.D.-Preserve
'cause I was scared somebody was going to steal my identity.
And the next thing I know, I got loans taken out in my name,
I got mortgages, I got debts I can't even begin to pay.
Hell, they even repossessed my truck
right there in that scumbag's window.
You got an alibi?
Six of 'em.
Thanks to Larry LaMotte, there's a half dozen guys
running around out there saying they're me.
You running the credit card
we found in the D.B.'s stomach? - Yeah.
On the computer in the bullpen.
Those are my numbers on my computer.
I'm checking my purchases.
Ever since that whole I.D.-Preserve thing
went shady, I got a little paranoid.
There are plenty of legit companies doing this, but...
I can't believe that I trusted those guys. Yeah.
It's like that friend that you meet in science camp,
and you find that you have all the same interests,
and you like to go to all the same movies,
and do all the same things, and
then one day, he offers to give you a haircut.
And you need one, so you figure, why not?
And then he starts showing you
this sketchbook, and swears
that he's done nude drawings of all his friends.
Hodges...
It's not the same.
Oh, of course not, no.
I'm... I'm sorry, G.
I'm just feelin' ya.
So, is this, uh,
bullet fragment telling you a story?
Once upon a time, a cranium met
a nine-by-19 millimeter Parabellum round.
The end.
I found this other fragment in the mix.
SANDERS: It's tarnished, encased in fibrous tissue.
Looks old.
The fragments from the bullet
that went through Shredder Guy's head show polygonal rifling,
consistent with a Glock.
Now, this other fragment has
conventional rifling.
So, the older fragment is from a different gun.
Right, but could still come from the same victim.
How?
A previous incident.
It shows signs of encapsulation.
Over time,
the body's defense mechanism
encapsulates the frag in tissue
to protect against infection.
So far, we have nothing to identify our shredder guy.
Maybe this shred of evidence will help.
It's at least worth a good cleaning.
So we sorted through the shredded items
in the load with our dead body, and discovered something.
Most of it can be traced back to one place.
Let me guess: I.D.-Preserve.
So, I'm thinking, maybe
the body is in one of these bins that I.D.-Preserve
uses to send stuff to the shredder.
And maybe our friend Larry LaMotte's hands aren't so clean.
Well, I bet that he would say
that when these bins left his office,
there was no body inside.
Which is why I did some checking.
I.D.-Preserve uses a subcontractor
to handle transport of its bins.
Guess who runs that company?
Larry LaMotte's head of security.
- Julius Kaplan. - Mm-hmm.
Let's light 'em up.
♪ ♪
SIDLE: Oh, that's a lot of blood.
I think we just found our smoking bin.
I traced the credit card from our victim's stomach.
Card was mailed to a P.O. box in Gallup, New Mexico.
Which I'm guessing was under a phony name and address.
Still, sounds like we found where our identity thief's from.
Guy's pulling an old-school fraud.
New school stuff is way more high-tech.
I, uh, pulled the purchase records
for our man from Gallup.
He bought a ticket here to Vegas.
Once in town, he made a series of small-time purchases.
Lucky for us, he wasn't shy.
WILLOWS: Maybe now our shredder guy has a face.
I'm running facial recognition,
usual databases: military, DMV.
Hey. Langston and I just found blood in one of the bins
from I.D.-Preserve.
It is a match to Shredder Guy.
We can't touch Larry LaMotte,
but we can go after the man who touched the bins.
Julius Kaplan! Las Vegas Police!
Mitch!
♪ ♪
SIDLE (over radio): We got a body.
End of the line for Julius Kaplan.
We found where Shredder Guy had his last meal.
Maybe who served it up to him, too.
I got a feeling our friend here did some bad in the world.
Maybe somebody conjured up some payback.
Liver temp is 78.5.
Puts time of death at approximately 5:00 p.m.
SIDLE: Nice place, huh?
Value just dropped another ten percent.
(laughs)
Single shot, back to front.
Slight upward trajectory.
Round exited out the front.
Fly ball to left...
going...
Caught at the warning track.
A baseball reference.
Charming.
Blame Grissom.
Looks like a .45 auto.
Six lands and grooves, left-handed twist.
Consistent with a Colt pistol.
Stellate tearing around the entry.
Could be soot.
Maybe some partially-burned black powder in the wound track.
Huh.
Contact wound.
Killer put the gun right up to his head.
High-velocity spatter.
There's an odd void in the pattern.
Hey, who wants a beer?
I do. I do.
Our host has a fridge full
in his kill room. Also found
this Glock, and that's consistent
with the gun that killed Shredder Guy.
What about Julius here?
Well, the bullet that went through Kaplan's head says
it's a different gun that killed him.
The neighbors across the street
have a surveillance camera.
We might get lucky.
I think I just found our void.
STOKES: Looks like a match to me.
There's no sign of forced entry.
Guy's sitting by the pool.
Killer brings him a beer.
Gets close enough to put a gun to his head.
(gunshot)
Kaplan knew his killer.
Sure did.
LaMOTTE: Seeing as this
is a courtesy interview,
uh, I assume counsel is not necessary, but, uh, I would like
a record of the conversation.
Make sure you take down every word.
Yes. Yes, sir. LANGSTON: I take it you've heard
the news about your Head of Security,
Julius Kaplan? Yes, I have.
And I am deeply saddened.
He was a good man.
He was hard worker.
He was a stand-up guy.
BRASS: Well, not at the end.
As a matter of fact, not at the beginning,
either, actually. No, no.
But I get the feeling
that you knew about that.
BRASS: So, we ran some prints.
Your head of security, Julius Kaplan--
whose real name, by the way, is Julius Kirsch,
also known as Julius Child.
And he got that nickname because he used to be a Mob collector
who would make dinner for his victims.
But he would always add
an extra ingredient, you know.
Ground-up casino chips,
a chopped-up credit card.
Needless to say, I'm shocked.
We were also able to put a face to our mystery man
from the shredder.
Never seen him before. He was dumped
into a shredder from one of your shred bins.
Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.
As you know, Julius dealt with the shredding company.
That's convenient. Gentlemen, I lost the same friend today twice.
Obviously, Julius wasn't the man that I thought he was.
Now, whatever wrongs he did-- that's on him.
I take this as a learning experience.
You know, it's like
I say in my seminars.
Assuming someone's name is easy.
Assuming control of your life-- that's hard.
JOHNSON: I'm checking the surveillance cam footage
Nick got from the neighbor who's across the street
from Larry LaMotte's security guy.
Julius Kaplan.
Good news is, even though the camera's angled away
so we can't see the driver,
we do have an image of a car leaving the scene
around the time of Julius' murder.
The bad news is that
another car's passing at the same time,
which obscures our view.
It's not a lot to work with, but
I might be able to work a little magic.
STOKES: Hey, Catherine?
- Stay with it. - Yeah.
Ballistics confirms that the Glock I found
on top of the can of clams
was the gun that killed Shredder Guy.
Oh, we liked the French Chef for the deed.
No, Sara called that one right.
It just wasn't the gun that killed Julius.
- Hmm. - That was a Colt .45 pistol.
And that gun has a history.
Slug matches a robbery/shooting in Reno six years ago?
Yeah, some guy was found in a Dumpster, barely alive.
Paramedics rushed him to the E.R.
72 hours later, he just walks out of the hospital, vanishes.
John Doe.
So, Reno P.D. sent over the cold case file.
Here is his shirt from the E.R.
These frags have some fuzz on them.
Nobody's perfect. Kind of looks like a Chia Pet.
Hmm. Cartridge case from the shooting.
Weren't able to pull a print, though, huh?
No, the only good thing about a case going cold is
that technology has a chance to catch up.
Might get something now.
Okay, so we've got two shootings, six years apart.
Julius Kaplan and a John Doe in an alley
shot with a Colt pistol.
There's got to be a connection somehow.
WILLOWS: Let's clean up these frags, see what we get.
♪ ♪
All right, let me get this straight.
A partial bullet fragment from a previous injury lodged inside
Shredder Guy is a perfect match
to a round found in a John Doe
six years ago?
Shredder Guy and John Doe
are the same person-- were the same person.
Six years ago, Shredder Guy is shot in the alley,
robbed and left for dead.
Yet, he survives, skips town and disappears.
Flash forward six years.
Shredder Guy returns here to Vegas
with Larry LaMotte's stolen identity.
But bad news for him, he runs into Julius Kaplan...
(coughing)
...who cooks him a special meal.
(crying) And then kills him with a Glock.
Then someone kills Julius Kaplan,
using the same Colt pistol that shot Shredder Guy
six years ago in the alley.
Two crimes, same shooter?
Could be.
It doesn't make sense, Catherine.
Shredder Guy had a credit card
in Larry LaMotte's name sent to him
in New Mexico, where he was living.
So, why would an identity thief come all the way to Vegas
to commit fraud in Larry LaMotte's backyard?
Right.
Maybe he just wanted a free trip to Vegas on Larry's dime.
Maybe he wanted Larry LaMotte to know he was in town.
Either way, something else is going on.
I mean, Julius Kaplan said it himself.
"Why kill a penny-ante thief?"
He's not worth the risk.
Well, he might be, if the thief is threatening
to bring down the entire
I.D.-Preserve empire.
Facial recognition got a hit on Shredder Guy.
DMV in Florida
had a ten-year-old driver's license on file.
Check out the name.
Shredder Guy is Larry LaMotte?
The real Larry LaMotte.
Well, if he's Larry LaMotte,
then who's Larry LaMotte?
See this cartridge case?
We pulled a six-year-old print off it.
It has all the personal information we need
to identify you.
You have a very impressive CV.
Burglary, fraud, and identity theft.
BRASS: Goodbye, Larry LaMotte.
Hello, Arlo Karden. Arlo Karden doesn't have
the same ring to it, I'll give you that.
We searched your house. Guess what we found.
A Colt pistol.
The print on that cartridge casing
puts you in an alley six years ago
with, given his penchant for credit card fraud,
I'm guessing your old partner in crime.
The real Larry LaMotte.
(Larry groans)
(gun fires)
You thought you'd killed him.
You thought it was safe to use his name. Good name.
Not in the system, like yours.
We, uh...
searched your phone records.
You received calls
from a prepaid cell, in Gallup, New Mexico.
BRASS: I-I can just imagine, you know,
the real Larry, you know, watching TV,
and seeing some geezer making money off his name.
So he gets on the Internet,
does a little search
of the profiles of big-time CEOs,
and then up pops a picture: You.
LANGSTON: Larry called you up, offered you
"peace of mind" for a price.
But you don't pay retail,
so you get Julius Kaplan to get you a discount.
Which only leaves one loose end.
Here you go.
(shot fires)
I didn't kill anyone.
Larry said he wanted
five million dollars.
Yeah, yeah, we were partners
back in the day.
Hell, I figured after all that time,
I mean, I... I owed him.
So I gave him the money.
KARDEN: I instructed Julius to deliver the cash.
After that, well...
I think we all know what happened.
Yeah, everybody always blames the dead guy.
I'm not the same guy in that alley.
Not anymore.
A man can change.
As far as that gun goes,
that doesn't prove anything.
I got workers.
I got people coming in and out of that house all day long.
And as far as six years ago goes,
my attorney informs me that, in the state of Nevada,
the statute of limitations on assault, even with a gun,
is two years.
(sniffs)
Yeah, I shot Larry LaMotte.
I stole his name. I left him for dead.
But I only killed him once.
STOKES: I checked with the bank.
Arlo may be telling the truth, at least about one thing.
He made a withdrawal four days ago,
five million in cash.
So, what, you think he's trying to pay off the real Larry?
Oh, it's possible.
Maybe "Julius Child" went off-recipe
and whacked the real Larry to keep the five mill for himself.
It would give Arlo motive to kill him.
He wanted his money back.
Well, one problem: We searched Arlo's house,
Julius's house, I.D.-Preserve.
Where's the five million?
Oh, hey, Cath...
I got something.
I used Digital Frame Averaging
to process the surveillance footage
we got from the neighbor across the street
from Julius Kaplan's house.
Program got us a partial plate.
Car was rented two days ago
by one Mr. Lee Devries.
That's the guy that drove his truck
through the window
of I.D.-Preserve.
Guess he got a little payback.
WILLOWS: Brass sent units
to Lee Devries' place. He wasn't there.
He didn't show up for work, either.
The neighbor said that he was visiting
his girlfriend in Henderson.
(cell phone ringing)
Well, if he's got a briefcase with five million dollars in it,
he's heading to Mexico.
Langston. Yeah, Jim.
A patrol just spotted Devries's rental car.
Heading south?
Got it.
(siren wailing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
Lee Devries! Las Vegas Police!
Devries, get out of the car!
BRASS: Step away from the car.
(handcuffs rattling)
BRASS: Information is currency.
That's what they say.
And you turned it into cold, hard cash.
The all-knowing executive assistant.
Knows every phone call,
every meeting, every e-mail,
every intimate detail of the boss's life.
You knew the real Larry. You knew about the blackmail.
You knew about your boss withdrawing five million bucks.
You even knew
about "Julius Child" and his skills in the kitchen.
Saw an opportunity for a little quid pro quo.
The thing about the "quo" is,
it's a lot sweeter when you don't have to share.
(shot fires)
He was a pig.
Just like my boss.
And the "quid pro quo" started a long time ago.
Except then, it was about holding on to my job.
"Honey, can you grab me a cup of coffee?"
"Honey, can you pick up my dry cleaning?"
"Sweetheart,
"can you come by my place tonight?
I need a little help with something."
You used your boss's gun.
We spoke with Lee Devries.
He confirms someone accessed one of his accounts.
You used his identity to rent a getaway car
that you planned to dump at the border.
And with five million dollars missing, well...
naturally, we'd be looking for Devries and not for you.
And thanks to I.D.-Preserve,
you had all his credit card information.
Easy peasy.
Like you said, I know every detail about my boss's life.
His business, too.
He ruined a lot of lives.
People who trusted him, like Devries.
A little justice
for all of them has got to be worth something.
Information's currency, right?
STOKES: Elaine Travers pled out,
gave up her boss.
With all those defrauded clients,
he's looking at identity theft times a thousand.
Larry Arlo, whoever the hell he is,
he's not going to be getting
much peace of mind over the next 12 years.
His fellow inmates better keep their hands in their pockets.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, you out of here?
Yeah, yeah, I think I'm gonna grab a beer or ten.
You want to join me?
I don't think so.
You sure? We can talk about our feelings.
(chuckles)
I'll see you tomorrow.
SANDERS: I don't live in Kyrgyzstan, I've never
even been to Kyrgyzstan, so how could I spend $1,200
on snacks and a yurt?
It's unfortunate.
I mean, not only Greg's identity theft issues,
but, uh, our man-date. It's been postponed.
Your mandate?
No, no, no.
Not a mandate. It's a man-date.
It was actually Greg's idea.
Um, we...
meet at the same time every week, so that I can
put Wendy behind me.
You know, so, uh, you look...
very nice. Thanks.
Do you have plans?
Yeah.
Well. Okay.
(Sanders continues indistinctly)
Hey, did you get a haircut?
Uh, no.
Why? Did, um...
Did Greg happen to mention something, or...?
No. Oh.
I mean, he might have mentioned something about a science camp.
But you know how people talk.
I could show you mine, but I think
that might be inappropriate.
You hardly notice them.
Scars? Mm.
Of course...
some scars heal faster than others.
I got a letter from Nate Haskell
the other day.
He wanted to let me know that, uh, he was thinking about me.
The kidney bean?
Yeah.
Don't let him get into your head, Ray.
Well, he's already in there.
Everything that happens to us,
the good and the bad, is part of us.
Took me a long time to realize that, uh...
it doesn't have to define who we are,
We get to decide that.
Good night, Dr. Ray.
Good night, Sarah.
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