CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 9, Episode 22 - The Gone Dead Train - full transcript

Is that the expanded tox report?

Yes, it is.

Searched 600 metabolites

and nothing unusual.

Makes Mr. Kelly our third
undetermined in three weeks.

Chief coroner's gonna be on my butt.

Conduct a review, cut the budget.

I was at the scene.

Pretty standard:
mother came home,

found him convulsing, tried CPR.

No prior history of seizures,



only trace amounts of meth
in his system, not enough to kill him.

Put him in the meat locker
next to the other two.

I'm gonna figure this out.

I'm doing you a solid here, doc.

Technically, I can't investigate

until you rule Mr. Kelly's death
either a homicide or suspicious circs.

I'll give you my tickets to Love.

- I've seen it, twice.
- All right.

I've got a call. I'll meet you up there.

All right.

Okay. Sure.

Mrs. Kelly, this is Catherine Willows
from the Crime Lab.

We spoke earlier.

- Mrs. Kelly?
Yeah?



Mrs. Kelly, I'm, uh, Catherine Willows
from the Crime Lab.

I left you a message.

Catherine!

Catherine!

Catherine! Are you okay?

Thank God.

She jumped me. I pulled my gun

and she just collapsed.

She's dead. And you're bleeding.

That's better
than the other way around.

So I talked to the neighbors.

Nobody had anything bad
to say about Mrs. Kelly.

In fact, they all called her a saint.

She's a special ed teacher,
she's a friend to kids,

stray dogs,
and anybody with a problem.

Well, I must have met her evil clone.

There's a reason there's a protocol.
You should have called me first.

I was doing this as a favor to doc.

Yeah, this thing could have escalated
easily and got out of hand.

- Next time, you call me.
- Yes, you're right.

I'm glad you're okay.

Thank you.

- How is she?
- Vitals are stable,

but the attacker bit her, she's not sure
when she had her last tetanus shot.

Let me see.

I called you so you could work the case

because I'm a witness.
Nick's already inside.

Catherine, don't be a tough guy.

- Jeff, get her to the hospital.
- Yes, sir.

- Evening, professor.
- Nick.

"Extending deep and heartfelt
sympathies in the death

of your son Brent."

Darla Kelly's son died six days ago.

Thinking that's probably
what drove her over the edge.

Hey, check it out.

Found a baggy of meth
in Brent's dresser

- and an empty one in the trash can.
- Hmm.

Looks like he was a tweaker
living in Mama's trailer.

Meth can make you stronger,
meaner, angry, paranoid.

Maybe she was using, too,
which would explain her behavior.

Hey. I found her alive, but
unconscious. Possible sexual assault.

- Got I.D.?
- No purse, no wallet.

My guys are still knocking on doors.

Found her pants and shoes
next to the body,

and the paramedics took
this off her.

Who called it in?

Uh, Mr. Murphy.

Claims that he found her
lying under his truck

when he was leaving for work.

His wife corroborated his story.
We'll see if it holds up.

Got some abrasions
on the back of the shirt.

Couple of buttons missing
on the front.

White substance on the pants.

Could be semen.

Dried blood pool.

She was probably out here
for a while.

Some blood drops on the box.
Mostly horizontal.

No more than eight inches
off the ground.

Somebody hit her
when she was already down.

Maybe she was kicked
under the truck.

Got a drag trail.

See where it leads.

Mrs. Kelly was such a nice lady.

She lost her health insurance

when she went part-time
at Marshall Creek Elementary.

Poor thing was always getting sick.

The warrant includes her son.
Was he a patient here as well?

- Brent?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, he came in a few times,

feigning a back injury.

Why is that, you think?

He was trying to score
some oxycodone.

Couple weeks ago,
Dr. Shaw had to forcibly remove him.

- Really?
- I have his file, too.

He was a terrible human being.

I used to suspect
that he was abusing his mother,

but when I asked Mrs. Kelly about it,
she clammed right up.

It says here that Mrs. Kelly
called the clinic three days ago

complaining of flu-like symptoms,
and someone told her

to take an analgesic
and get some rest.

Does that sound right?

Do you think that contributed
to her death?

I don't know yet,
but I'm gonna find out.

And all my shrimp was dead

I woke up this morning

- All my shrimp was dead
- Ha.

"Dead Shrimp Blues,"
Robert Johnson.

Recorded Friday, November 27,
1936, San Antonio, Texas.

The Gunter Hotel,
three blocks from the Alamo.

- You're a blues man. Ha, ha.
- Is fat meat greasy?

I got this record in Chicago

at the M.E.s' convention.

Guy let it go for 50 bucks.

The man didn't know what he had.

- Is that the tox report?
- Yes.

No drugs in her system.
Henry ran the panel twice.

I don't get it. This is my fourth
undetermined this month.

Mrs. Kelly lived with her son.

Maybe you're looking
for some kind of pathogen.

Something infectious,
a virus, bacteria, microorganism?

I've already ruled out
gonorrhea, viral hepatitis,

syphilis, staphylococcus,
atypical pneumonia,

meningitis, endocarditis,
influenza, West Nile, and SARS.

- Then it has to be an exotic.
- Hmm.

Did you hold the
rest of the bodies?

Walk this way.

Brent Kelly, 22, died Friday night

after an unexplained seizure.

Leeland Jacobs, 33, ex-con, died alone
in his apartment, two weeks ago.

Says here he displayed
aggressive behavior prior to his death.

Found cocaine in his system,
but he didn't OD.

Depending upon
your genetic disposition,

cocaine can trigger
schizophrenia and heart failure.

It wasn't a heart failure.

I can't tell you if he was schizo.

We couldn't find
any medical records.

Scotty Belinsky, 27.
Died three weeks ago.

Found in his bathroom.

Another ex-con.

I had Brass run backgrounds
on Belinsky and Jacobs.

No apparent connections.

Well, do we know if either of them
was connected to Brent Kelly?

No. The only thing
that brings these three men together

is body modification.

I see Mr. Kelly had ear gauges.

But you ain't seen nothing yet.

Help me roll him.

That is some serious modification.

Transdermal implants.

It's done via a process
called dermal punching.

Technician makes an incision,

separates subcutis and fascia
using a dermal elevator,

creating a pocket
where an implant's inserted,

typically a steel or silicone bead.

The skin fuses around the bead,

creating the design,
kind of like a Braille tattoo.

So maybe all three of these men
visited the same tattoo parlor.

Can't be many of them
that do this kind of work.

So you want me to take care of that?

Hey, Lou, did you do
a knock-and-talk at this house?

I'm just on my way over there now.

- L.V.P.D.
- Yeah, uh, what's going on?

Ladies, I'm Detective Vartann.

This is Greg Sanders
from the Crime Lab.

A woman was attacked
on your street last night.

We believe victim might have
come from this house.

Oh, my God. Kayla.

She was here last night.

Is, uh, this Kayla?

Is she okay?

She's in the hospital.

- What is Kayla's last name?
- Nootens.

- When was the last time you saw her?
Around 10.

We had our diet club meeting,
me, Diana, and Kayla.

You know, we all entered
the GME bikini contest.

- GME?
- God Made 'Em.

No fake boobs.

First prize is a trip for two to Hawaii.

Yeah. Well, we meet here
twice a week.

We do our weigh in,
and then we have our support dinner.

I lost another two pounds.

I was craving ice cream,
I went for a run instead.

- And it worked.
- Rub it in, why don't you?

I lost zero pounds this week.

I'm never gonna fit into my bikini.

Don't say that. We can do this.

And I am going to go to Maui.

If you win, will you take me?

You said that Kayla left here
around 10?

Did either of you walk her
to her car?

I was going to drive her home,

but then it stopped raining,
so she decided to walk.

They say if you walk after dinner,
it burns more fat.

Yeah. Um, do you know anyone
who might wanna hurt her?

Her ex-BF.

Yeah, they fought all the time.
D-bag.

He dumped her because
she gained 15 pounds.

And then he said
that he would take her back

if she won the contest
and took him to Hawaii.

Do you know her ex-BF's name?

Um, Elvis Rodriguez.

The tetanus shot hurt more
than the crazy lady attacking me.

You going to turn into a vampire
now?

Well, I already work nights,

so I don't think anybody's
going to notice.

I can't work the other case,
so fill me in here.

Doctor says death is imminent.

Wet mount was positive for semen.

And they found signs
of sexual trauma.

Do you want to help me roll her?

Road rash on her back, shoulders,
and buttocks.

Based on the depth
of the abrasions,

it looks like
she was dragged a long way.

That's consistent
with what we found at the scene.

Now, this neck injury
looks like a stab wound.

- You swab it?
Nurse did.

Found some trace
inside the wound track.

It's with the SAE kit.

Excuse me.

He does know you can't undo that?
Doesn't he?

Self-mutilation trips me out.

It's a form of rebellion.

I've witnessed a couple
of botched tongue forkings in my time.

And even if you make it through,

you wind up
with a speech impediment.

Hey, guys.
Walk-ins always welcome.

We're actually running
a special right now

on matching tattooed hearts.

Or are you guys more
into rough trade?

Dude, we're CSI.

We're here on police business.

- Are you the owner?
I wish.

It's, uh, Jack's Body Shop,
and my name is Eric.

Eric Tobin.

I'm the manager-slash-receptionist.

The man-ceptionist.

We need to speak with Jack.

Jack is in the back
making one of his magic potions.

Thank you, my man.

Boy, this is all kinds of wrong.

Bathroom's in the front.

Are you Jack?

Crime Lab boys.

Dr. Jack Shaw.
What can I do for you, gentlemen?

Are you the same Dr. Shaw
that works the free clinic on Janville?

Guilty.

I assume you also know
I'm a retired coroner from Reno.

I do now.

So how'd you go from being a coroner
to owning this place?

Natural transition, actually.

Used to spend all day
cutting up dead bodies

and sticking them with needles.

Today when I cut them, they bleed.

Tell me, doctor,

do you know if any of these men
has been in your shop recently?

I don't recognize the faces,
but I do know the work.

There's sunflower yellow
and iris blue in these tats.

That's Van Goe
He mixes his own ink.

And he's the only one
that does dermal implants.

- What's his real name?
Carl Van Goe. Spelled G-O-E.

I swear to God.

Had it legally changed.

I fired him two weeks ago.

- How come?
- Artistic differences.

Customer would want
a certain design.

Van Goe would give them what
he thought was right for their canvas.

You guys going to tell me
what's going on?

These three men all died
of an infectious disease.

Seems that this place,
your shop, is the only common link.

Hey, I run a clean shop.

I give an antibiotic shot to anybody
that's had an invasive procedure.

But Van Goe brings his own tools
and needles.

We'd like to check him out.

In the meantime, we're going
to need your tools, needles,

inks, and, uh, the biohazard bin.

Supply cabinet's up front.
Biohazard's out back.

It's all in the warrant.

Uh, what pathogen do you suspect?

Did I say it was a pathogen?

Retired coroner. I'm assuming.

So, Elvis, how'd you get these injuries?

I'm a landscaper.

Got a lot of cactus orders
because of the drought.

Or maybe they're from when you
raped your ex, Kayla Nootens.

I didn't rape Kay. We had sex.

Open up.

You had the kind of sex
where she said, "No."

Hold up. This is crazy.
Me and Kay broke up.

Yeah, because you thought
she was fat.

You ever seen her?

She used to look like
a little Coke bottle.

Then she got all messy
in the middle.

I couldn't have that on my arm.

So when Kayla
dropped a few, you wanted her back?

No, remember,
he wanted a free trip to Hawaii.

- Oh, right.
- That's why I had sex with her.

To seal the deal.

She was easy that way.
And I needed a vacay.

- What time was this?
Around 6 maybe.

Then she went to go see
some friends,

and I had to go pick up my new
girlfriend's kid from day care.

Where did you go after?

I dropped the kid off, but my girlfriend
was tired so I went home.

Well, that means
you don't have an alibi.

Why do I need an alibi for?

Because I'm charging you with
the rape and murder of Kayla Nootens.

Congratulations. You may have
just won a 20-year vacay.

Hello, this is--

Don't say, "Hello."

This is the first solo autopsy

of Assistant Medical Examiner
David Gregory Phillips.

Me.

Decedent is a Caucasian female.
Kayla Nootens.

Early 20s, 63 inches, 144 pounds.

I don't have COD yet,
so please don't ask.

- You want some help?
- No. I have to do this myself.

It's my first solo.

Sorry.
Didn't mean to lose my temper.

That was you losing your temper?

My wife calls me
a snapping alligator.

Well, your bad temper
is better than my good one.

Did you examine her neck wound?

Of course I did. She was stabbed.

I excised that from the wound.

- What is it?
- I have no idea.

Maybe you could ask Hodges.

So, Mr. Van Goe, how come
you still have both your ears?

Got the name because I cut off
someone's ear lobe.

Accident.
It was my first year on the job.

Of course.

So where do you keep
all your tools?

No, hey.
Where do you think you're going?

- Stuff's in there.
- Ha, ha. He'll go look.

I need you to stay here
and paint me a picture.

Did you do any work
on these guys at Jack's Body Shop?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask Jack? I quit.

So are you telling me
that Shaw didn't fire you?

He's a jackal and a philistine.

I quit. I took my clients with me.

- I'm gonna need a list of your clients.
- I don't write anything down.

Excuse me, Mr. Van Goe.

You been working
out of your shed these days?

You do know
that's against the law, don't you?

Okay, let's start again.
Did you work on any of these guys?

Either here, there, or anywhere?

- Maybe.
- No, this is not multiple choice.

- It's either yes or no.
- Or.

Okay, it's gonna be
one of those days, I guess.

All right, look, Scotty, wrap him up.
Come on, let's go.

We'll do this some other place.

Damn it.

Virology results
from the tattoo parlor.

No detectable contaminants,
poisons or pathogens.

Maybe something will turn up
in the Van Goe shed.

- Can we go over it one more time?
- Yeah.

Starting with the most recent victim.

Darla Kelly gave her dying son CPR.

Three days later she
complains of a sore throat,

fatigue and a low-grade fever.

Three days after that,

she attacks Catherine
and drops dead.

Right, her counts are normal,
white blood cells unaffected,

which tells us it's not bacterial.

If it's not in the blood,
it has to be the tissue.

Certain organisms have different rates
of crossing the blood-brain barrier.

Histology was negative.

Muscle, tissue, brain, organs.

But the lab only checked
for common pathogens.

Let's take a look
at Darla Kelly's brain tissue.

Bottom right quadrant.

Is that a Negri body?

That's what I'm thinking.

I haven't seen one of those
since medical school.

I have another one here, doctor.

There are Negri bodies
in each victim's brain tissue.

- It's rabies.
- Yes.

No one's died of rabies in Nevada
in over 90 years,

and now we have four in a month.

Rabies would explain Darla
Kelly's flu-like symptoms.

It was raining that night.

Rabies can cause hydrophobia,
intense fear of water.

Maybe it triggered
her violent behavior.

And rabies is carried
in the saliva.

Mrs. Kelly had a cold sore.

The virus travels through
connective tissue into the muscle,

goes up into the neuronal cells
of the brain stem

and into the limbic cortex.

The most common form
of rabies virus transmission

is through the bite
or the virus-containing saliva

of an infected host,
which is almost always a rabid animal.

Now, none of the victims
had bite marks,

and no one reported being bitten.

Someone was bitten. Catherine.

What's wrong?

Uh, we have COD on Darla Kelly.
It's rabies.

Okay, uh, so, what?
I'll get a shot and be fine.

Human rabies cases are very rare.

The treatment
is extremely expensive,

which is why the state
doesn't have any available.

Okay, so, you're telling me
that there aren't any available shots

in the entire state of Nevada?

If the treatment is administered within
the first 72 hours of transmission,

you should be fine.

It's already been more than 24.

And we've located a supply.
It's in Atlanta.

- Atlanta?
- Georgia.

You'll need a test
to confirm whether you've got it.

And I'm taking you
to the hospital right now.

I need to call Nick. Let him know
he's the acting supervisor.

Use your cell phone.

- At least give me a hint.
I wish I could.

But Dr. Robbins has to review
and sign off on my work first.

- Okay, well, where is he?
- The hospital.

Visiting Catherine.

He must be feeling really guilty.

Okay, the rape victim
who was dragged.

Uh, Kayla Nootens.
- Go.

Okay, uh, decedent sustained
a half-inch deep stab wound

to the right side of her neck.

It nicked her vertebral artery.

COD is exsanguination.

This wound is minor, David.

She's a young woman. Blood would
have clotted within minutes.

Yes, sir, however, I discovered
that she was severely anemic

and had excessive levels
of caffeine in her system.

Both of which contributed
to blood thinning

and compromised
her clotting factors.

Common indicators of anorexia.

Or extreme dieting.

Her and her friends were trying to win
a bikini contest.

So my proposed COD
is exsanguination

with additional complicating
factors preventing clotting.

Well described. I concur.

Catherine just got her
prophylaxis shots.

She's doing fine.

That's good to hear.

What have you got?

Well, virology confirmed
that all four victims died

of a, uh, rabies virus variant
associated with T. Brasiliensis.

The Mexican Free-tailed Bat.

We didn't find any evidence
of bats at the mobile home park.

And two of the victims died
in apartments off the strip.

So, what's our theory?

I mean, did all these people go
spelunking in Lehman Caves or what?

They charge admission there.

So I checked their guest books
and their receipts.

None of our victims were there.

I called CDC, I asked for all their files
on rabies transmissions.

Most of it was straight-up
hunter-bitten-by-fox stuff.

But this one did stand out.

It's redacted.

Usually means there was a lawsuit
with a confidential settlement.

Doc Robbins says
there hasn't been a rabies death

in Nevada in nearly a century.

But from what I can piece together,
that may not be true.

A patient up in Reno tested positive

for rabies after a liver transplant.

But doesn't say if she died or not.

If her liver was infected,
she's dead.

If the donor was local,

that means that the
Reno coroner had to clear the body

before they could
harvest the organs.

- I guess he must've missed it.
- Yeah.

What about Dr. Shaw?
He's a coroner.

I know this happened
three years ago.

I don't know how many they
had working in Reno back then,

but we do know him.

Brent Kelly, Scott Belinsky
and Leeland Jacobs

all went to this guy's tattoo parlor.

And both the Kellys were treated
by him at the Free Clinic.

Your victim was a messy eater.
Not too proficient with a fork.

The white substance
on the clothes is not semen.

It's potatoes, butter,
milk and a pinch of garlic.

- Mashed potatoes?
- Mm-hm.

She was cheating on her diet.

More like a food orgy.

The trace on the neck wound

showed apple, cinnamon
and grease.

What about the fragment
David extracted?

Well, that would be the main course.
It was animal bone.

Although it was too small
for me to identify the species,

I think we know it's pretty obvious.

Babe.

Wilbur?

- Pork.
- Yes, the other white meat.

That's the only type of flesh
that you would season that way.

Suddenly, I'm very hungry.
Break time.

Hold on there, spuds.

- How much do you weigh?
- Uh, excuse you.

That's not public information.

I'd say a buck 45.

Same as our victim.

We know Kayla Nootens
was dragged face-up

because her back
was abraded.

So if the killer dragged her like this.

- Her back wouldn't be abraded.
- Right.

Okay, what if the killer
dragged her like this?

Ow. Hey. Easy, killer.

Hodges' calves
are touching the floor.

Vic had no abrasions
from the knees down.

There must've been two of them.

Yep. Elvis had a friend.

Um.

If I may...

Wouldn't two men, one of whom being
a cactus-hauling desert landscaper,

just be able to pick me up
and carry me?

Or her?

First rule of diet club...

Don't talk about diet club.

The whole thing was Rhonda's fault.
She was sabotaging Kayla's diet.

She'd lost the most.

That is so not true.

Kayla was fatter than me.

So of course she lost more weight.

Anyway, Kayla is the one
that started it.

These mashed potatoes
are amazing.

What butter substitute did you use?

Mine suck.

Hers are watery.

Oh, my God. You bitch.

You are the bitch.

You were going to ditch me for your
ugly ex-BF and take him to Hawaii.

You're both bitches!

Kayla would still be alive if Rhonda
hadn't whipped that pork chop at her.

You are going to jail!

And you will always have a fat ass.

Rhonda lost it, chased her down.

She dropped dead right there.

I didn't know that you
could kill somebody with a pork chop.

But it was Diana's idea
to drag the body under the truck

and then pin the whole thing
on Elvis.

Kayla wasn't dead when you
were kicking her under the truck.

She bled to death

because you left her there.

- I'm telling you, I didn't kill anybody.
- We got it, let's go.

- You want me to call your girlfriend?
Back off.

Hey, I got your back, I believe you.
Stay strong.

Hey, take it easy.

Call 911.

Hey, bud.

- Hey, bud.
- Did I just pass out again?

Stay-- Stay back.

How you feeling?

I'm fine. I just--

I haven't been feeling too good
since I got my nipples pierced.

Dr. Shaw gave me a shot
of antibiotics,

but I probably just got
an infection anyway.

When did you get the shot?

A couple days ago.

I don't know. It's a setup.
I'm being framed.

Who framed you? Roger Rabbit?

Maybe Van Goe. He's a crazy bastard.
He threatened me when I fired him.

So how does this frame-up
play out?

Van Goe breaks into your shop
wearing a Dr. Shaw mask

and pokes Tobin
with a rabid needle?

I'm not denying I gave Eric
an antibiotic shot.

He had a piercing.
It's SOP at my shop.

You know, somebody's lying
in this room.

And it's not me, and it's not him,
because he just got here.

Three years ago in Reno,

a transplant recipient
died from a donor liver

that tested positive for rabies.

I was the M.E. on the donor's autopsy.

I ruled it a natural.

There was an investigation.
I was cleared.

Rabies detection is not part
of the organ review.

So this isn't your first dance
around the rabies game.

Did you give the donor
an antibiotic shot, too?

The victim's family later admitted
that he had been bitten by a raccoon

six weeks before he died.

Well, maybe Rocky Raccoon
framed you.

I'd like to end this interview
and call a lawyer.

Miss Schiff?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can I help you with something?

No, but I think I can help you.

I found this in the trash
at Dr. Shaw's house.

What were you doing
at his house?

Mr. Stokes, I'm embarrassed
to admit it, but we were dating.

I didn't see it.
I had no idea that he's this monster.

I saw him take it out
of his briefcase.

These are the same
we use at the clinic.

I don't think it belongs
to a patient.

Did you ask him about it?

He gets angry
if I ask him any questions.

Just please don't tell him
that I gave it to you.

All right. Thanks.

Hi. I need to know what this is,

and then get the bag
to Prints right away.

Well, it looks like
it's some kind of tissue.

Yeah, you might want
to double-glove.

I think Dr. Shaw's
been cutting up rabid animals,

making some sort of rabies potion.

I will sample DNA
and run a species determination.

Also, I found Eric Tobin's needle,

and virology confirmed
that it tested positive for rabies.

Any DNA on the syringe?

Yeah, I don't know
if it's a match to Shaw

because Langston just dropped off
the exemplar on his way out of town.

Out of town?

- Did you tell Nick what we're doing?
- I didn't tell Nick,

just in case things
don't go according to plan.

- Gives him plausible deniability.
- Correct.

You know, we're kind of screwed
if the hospital doesn't have

- hard copies of the documents.
- Mm-hm.

Good thing being a doctor
has more advantages

than just getting hot chicks.

- Is that Mississippi John Hurt?
- No.

Recorded January, 1932.

Grafton, Wisconsin.

Shoot me a title.

My dear doctor, we are traveling
to Reno on the Gone Dead Train.

King Solomon Hill. Born?

- Joe Holmes.
- Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Frank, how are you today?

Never seen you guys before.

- Are you attendings or surgeons?
- We're researchers.

Yeah, we're from Saint Ann's.

We're doing research for the, uh--
For the cardinal.

Not the team in Arizona. The guy
who wears the pointy red hat, cardinal.

Medical IDs, please.

You're not allowed to remove
any files from this room,

photocopy any files
without permission,

mutilate or destroy any files.

Got it, Ebony and Ivory?

Yeah, we-- We got it, Frank. Ha, ha.

Next time, you don't talk.

I don't talk?
I don't think you should talk.

So we have a liver transplant.

Recipient was Sandra Williams.

This patient did well
immediately after transplantation.

Discharged
on postoperative day five.

Twenty-one days after transplant,
she was readmitted

with tremors, lethargy and anorexia.

During the next 48 hours,
her mental status deteriorated.

She subsequently died.
Initial diagnosis was encephalitis.

Well, it says here that the recipient's
husband, Eric Tobin,

filed a lawsuit against the hospital
and its medical personnel.

- Not surprising.
- Did you say Eric Tobin?

Mm-hm.

It's, uh, Jack's Body Shop,

and my name is Eric. Eric Tobin.

What, you don't think
he's some sort of mastermind

that framed Dr. Shaw, do you?

I mean, come on, Ray, you met him.

He's not even the master
of his own mind.

He has motive, Nick.

He blames Shaw
for his wife's death.

Tobin won a malpractice suit.
That's big bucks.

The only reason he'd work
at the shop is for revenge.

Well, gentlemen, all of the physical
evidence points to Dr. Shaw.

Wendy found his touch DNA
on the syringe that infected Tobin.

And while you two were out playing
Smokey and the Bandit,

his girlfriend, who's also a nurse
at the clinic,

brought me something
he was trying to get rid of:

a salivary gland from a rabid bat.

I think that's what he used
to make the virus.

Rabid bats are easy to spot
because they stay within reach,

even when a human
enters their cave.

All he had to do
was extract the saliva

and add a preservative
to keep the rabies virus viable.

Look, I don't know
how Tobin plays into all this,

but Shaw is still our best suspect.

Besides, it takes technical skill
and knowledge

to extract the rabies virus
like that.

Then Tobin isn't working alone.

He's partnered with a mastermind.

You said Shaw's girlfriend
is a nurse,

and she brought you
that evidence.

I'm suspicious of anybody
who brings me anything.

I ran Susan Schiff through the system.
There was no criminal record.

She could still be lying.
Maybe there's another connection.

Did Susan Schiff live in Reno?

Run her Social.

Susan Schiff.

Also known as Susan Williams.

The woman who died in Reno,
her name was Sandra Williams.

My daughter was on
the transplant list for a year.

Sandy was so excited
when her name finally came up.

She and Eric started planning
for their future.

She wanted to have a baby.

But because of Dr. Shaw
and his negligence,

what she got was 21 days of hell.

You ever seen somebody die
of rabies?

I've seen people die
all kinds of ways.

I understand he made
a fatal mistake, I really do.

But that doesn't give you the right
to kill four innocent people.

Those men weren't innocent.

They were a different kind of virus.

I told you when we met, Brent Kelly
was a low-life drug dealer

who beat up his own mother.

And the other two, Eric chose.

Those guys
would come into the shop

and brag about selling drugs to kids
and having sex with minors.

Where were you guys?

You know,
I'm a little confused, Batman.

Was your mission
to avenge your wife's death

or rid Gotham of scumbags?

What about Darla Kelly?
She was innocent.

I thought you liked her.

That one's on Brent.

I always knew
he'd kill her someday.

What about your son-in-law?

I volunteered.

You hadn't arrested Shaw yet.

Plus Sue wasn't going to let me die.
I'm not stupid.

Not anymore.
How did you pull it off?

I got a piercing.

I knew that Dr. Shaw
would give me a shot of antibiotics.

That's his SOP.

Sue gave me a vial
of the virus.

I slapped on a label.

Susan, you don't get to play God

because your daughter died,
that's not the way it works.

Dr. Shaw didn't just kill
my little girl.

He killed my whole family.

My sons, my parents,
my marriage.

Eric. We all died that day.

And Dr. Shaw didn't lose anything.

And that's just wrong.

You wanted to see me.

Wanted to thank you.

- What for?
- For believing in my innocence.

I just didn't assume you were guilty.

You know, I was good.

Really good at my job.

I just wasn't good enough.

I understand, doctor.
I've been there.

Remember that solid you owe me?

It's going to take more
than show tickets, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.