CSI: Crime Scene Investigation s15e11 Episode Script

Angle of Attack

Oh, man.
What do you got there, Super Dave? First blush? Well, judging from the major crushing injuries to his chest and torso, I'd say a hit and run.
More like hit and drag.
Guy left a trail.
Mmm, that's one hell of a roll, I'll tell you that.
You see something? No skid marks.
He skidded plenty, but there's no tire marks.
So whatever hit him didn't slow down at all.
Plus, the angle's all wrong.
Look at it.
Car would have to be headed off the road to send him flying in that direction.
All right, how about body dump? Tossed out, high speed.
Come here and check out this glass.
Look at the thickness.
That's at least five-eighths of an inch.
Definitely didn't come from a car.
More like a window; it's heavy duty.
Wherever that glass came from, we got plenty of it on the victim.
You guys don't think we've got ourselves a jumper here, do you? Well, you do realize the problem with that theory-- there's nowhere to jump from on this block.
So where did he come from? Did you get an I.
? Bradley Weaks, an accountant.
Silver Spring Office Tower, Silver Springs?! Well, you got to admit-- that's one hell of a jump.
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! Looks like a tornado went through this place.
This looks like the same glass we found with the victim.
Radial pattern, so came from that direction.
Two blown-out windows.
It's just like an entrance and an exit wound.
Something blasted in from that window, cut the corner of the room here, and then goes out that one.
Yeah, but what the hell was it? I mean, this glass is thick.
Normally, you could hit these windows with a baseball bat, they wouldn't even blink.
Yeah, I think we're way beyond a baseball bat here.
Look at that.
Scorch mark.
Do you think this thing was rocket-powered? Like a rocket-propelled grenade, maybe? Then why's the office still in one piece? Didn't detonate? Maybe it was a dud.
Or on a timer.
Some of these are triggered by a signal-- maybe the signal was never sent.
Now, what if the guy was standing here, and this rocket-propelled whatever hits him carries him out the window, sends him 30 floors down and 100 yards up the street.
This guy was an accountant.
Somebody decides to take him out, and they use a rocket-powered something to do it.
That don't make any sense to me.
Maybe we'll know more when we find it.
What goes up has to go down, right? It's got to be out there somewhere.
Okay, so that's puzzle number one.
Puzzle number two is putting this window back together.
Maybe we can figure out what came through it.
Your pick.
Needle in a haystack, or the impossible jigsaw.
Why don't you take the easy one.
Which one is that? What do you think? Well, it's not 100%, but it's enough to see an impact zone.
Bigger than any RPG I've ever seen.
It's, uh it's about 24 to 30 inches.
Something that big and rocket-powered? I mean, unless we're talking about a damn cruise missile What do you think it could have been? Honestly, I have no idea.
Hey, can I bounce something off you? Sure.
So, I've been looking into the death of our CPA, trying to figure out who would want to take him out in such a spectacular fashion.
Did you come up with something? I don't know, I mean, this guy is as average as average gets.
He's a mid-level CPA at a mid-tier firm.
But there is one possible lead.
The firm where the victim worked-- Baker, Smith, Capaldi.
They, along with about 20 other firms across the country, have very tenuous ties with the Colombian cartel.
You're thinking this is a cartel hit? I don't know what I'm thinking.
I'm trying to draw a line between a a Vegas accountant and a possible RPG attack.
So far, the cartel angle is the only connection I've been able to come up with.
You having any luck? Actually, I am.
I've isolated some of the trace from our mysterious UFO.
It's a UFO now? I'm only using the term in the strictest literal sense: "Unidentified Flying Object.
" Although, admittedly, I do find the notion that we are not alone in this universe to be oddly comforting.
What did you find out about whatever this rocket thing was? For starters, it wasn't a rocket.
Or at least not rocket-powered.
I found fuel residue in the scorch marks.
Jet-A aviation fuel.
So it was jet-powered? Yes, the marks come from close contact with the exhaust nozzle from a jet engine rather than a rocket.
Which implies an entirely different type of flying object.
More likely, it's something that was piloted rather than fired.
And there was something else telling about these scorch marks.
You expose wood to intense heat, such as the case here, and you get a spontaneous breakdown of the cellulose into charcoal.
But what is charcoal? Carbon.
Carbon with some tarry residue and a little bit of wood ash.
The hotter the burn, the faster the process happens.
The faster it happens, the less wood ash you're gonna have left in the mix.
Yeah, so you measure the amount of ash, you get a rough idea of how hot it was burning.
I can go one better.
By measuring the wood ash over the length of the burn, we can determine whether our jet was throttling up or throttling down, so to speak.
And? Tip to tip, the intensity of the burn drops 20%.
Wait, so it was slowing down? Rapidly.
Based on the relative fuel residue, I'd say it was running out of gas.
Which means it couldn't have gone far.
Depends on your definition of far.
Even if this thing was slowing down, it still had significant velocity.
Enough to crash through two windows and take a 175-pound man with it.
Any way to calculate where it landed? I've been playing with some numbers, uh, based on the energy necessary to break the glass, the momentum transferred to the victim, gravity, elevation, but these are only ballpark figures right now.
Ballpark's better than nothing.
What are the numbers telling you? Well, the numbers tell me it could have traveled another quarter, maybe half, mile in this general arc landed somewhere in that area.
Okay, I'll make the call.
Get the uniforms out there.
All right, cool.
While unis were canvassing the area, they said they found this.
Kidding me? It looks like a war zone.
Looks like we have what's left of a body.
Cab driver must have been sitting in here.
Sleeping, maybe.
That would be a rude awakening.
Right? Pulverized.
Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing to my cab? Look at it, what am I supposed to do now? That's my livelihood.
All right, sir, we're from the Vegas crime lab.
Was there a fare in your taxi? Somebody waiting, anything like that? No, what are you talking about? I've been off duty for 12 hours, I just woke up.
Nobody was in my cab.
All right, all right.
I'll tell you what, this officer's gonna take your statement, okay? This is not how I needed to start my day.
Hey if that's the cab driver, then who got blown to bits in here? That's a good question.
This might be part of our missile.
Engine, maybe.
This might be the nose cone.
Ugh, Nick.
It's part of a helmet.
Look at this Is that a boot? Yeah.
Somebody's foot's still in it.
Whoever it was wasn't sitting in here.
I think they flew in here.
Our missile was a man? Oh! Sheesh It's called a wingsuit.
Or-or a squirrel suit.
Same difference.
And this is what our guy was doing? That's a hell of a lot of kinetic energy.
How fast we going there, do you think? Oh, around depending on good design and proper fit.
It turns falling into flying, basically.
But that wasn't good enough for our guy.
He puts the suit on, figures it's not dangerous enough, so he straps jet engines to his feet? He was begging for trouble.
Well, I don't think he'd argue with that now.
So, anyway, Morgan's been working with David, trying to separate the man from the machine.
So I'm gonna go in there and check on her.
She should be back by now.
How's it going in here? It's going.
You know, one of my exes was a skydiver.
He had a wingsuit.
I don't remember it being this high-tech.
If anything, it struck me as more of a clown suit.
Course, I could've said that about everything he wore.
Well, that's probably why he's your ex-boyfriend.
Now, this suit-- it, uh, it looks different than the one I was just watching.
It's more advanced.
Looks like some sort of metal exoskeleton across the wings.
I haven't seen that before.
And this is what's left of the propulsion system.
It's definitely not something that was hacked together in somebody's garage.
This is sophisticated.
So where in the hell do you think this thing came from? I don't know.
But check this out.
It's got one more thing my ex didn't have when he was diving.
There's a little box integrated into the front of the rigging.
And it looks like it has leads connected to the suit, as well.
Looks like a mini version of a black box, like they have on airplanes.
That's exactly what I was thinking.
It's weird, right? Hey.
I got an I.
on your, uh, Rocket Man.
Ran his DNA.
When he didn't pop in CODIS, I expanded the search to military databases.
Military? In this case, Air Force.
Your deceased was a pilot: Captain Robert Holland.
He was stationed at Nellis.
So has Russell notified the family yet? The wife.
She lives on base.
The victim's C.
is bringing her in.
All right.
Holland, I am so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Major Mills, on the phone last night, you said that Captain Holland was not on duty last night.
That's correct.
And the wingsuit-- that's property of the Air Force? Uh, no-- technically, it belongs to TRP Aeronautics, a DoD contractor.
The Air Force is exploring the possibility of using them in urban incursion.
And Captain Holland was on loan to TRP as a test pilot.
If he wasn't on duty last night, then what was he doing in his suit, flying in downtown Vegas? That's a damn good question.
All I can tell you is that test pilots-- like Captain Holland-- live to fly.
It wouldn't be the first time one of them stole a prototype to log a few extra hours.
Bobby wasn't like that.
He-he never took unnecessary risks.
He wasn't that kind of pilot.
Amanda, you have to understand-- Bobby didn't want you to worry.
Now, I'm sure he downplayed the risks of whatever he was involved in, authorized or no.
And that's not a criticism.
Taking risks is what made Bobby a great pilot.
Holland when was the last time you saw your husband? Truthfully, it's been about three days.
Three days ago? Ever since he started working for TRP, it's not uncommon for him to be gone for days at a time.
Russell, I understand that this accident resulted in the death of a civilian.
Now, for the record, the blame here lies entirely with TRP Aeronautics.
They never should've allowed the unauthorized removal of that prototype from their facility.
Major, you keep saying that like Bobby did something wrong.
Russell, if you don't mind, Captain Holland's parents have yet to be notified.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I, um I forgot my phone.
I'll bring the car around.
Russell I don't care what anybody says.
I know my husband.
And he wasn't some yeehaw test pilot.
He never would've flown without authorization.
Think the Air Force is covering something up? I think they're trying to blame Bobby.
That way, they can avoid paying death benefits, they can take away his pension I mean, it's all about money.
They don't even care that they dirty his name.
Well, if there's something to find, Mrs.
Holland, I promise you, we'll find it.
Thank you.
I've been examining the wingsuit, and our flyer's rig has two chutes.
A primary and a reserve.
Now, neither one of them deployed.
Why? I don't know, but you gotta figure the guy was either dead or unconscious when he hit that office tower.
Wouldn't have pulled the ripcord.
But the reserve has an AAD-- an automatic activation device, which should have deployed on its own.
No matter what.
So was the AAD damaged by the impact? Well, no sign of external damage.
Okay, the trigger's based on air pressure, right? Needs two things to pop.
You gotta to be really close to the ground, and you gotta be falling really fast.
Which would scare me into popping.
Okay, so let's scare it.
See what happens.
All we've got to do is trick this bad boy into thinking it's taking a fall, yeah? We suck the air out, lower the air pressure inside, the chute thinks it's at altitude.
Couple thousand feet ought to do it, don't you think? All we need now is the fall.
Geronimo! Altimeter's showing a rapid descent altitude's dropping, all the way to zero.
It should've fired.
Excuse me.
Standard barometric sensor.
Hold on-- Nick, check this out.
That's obviously been tampered with.
Tool marks.
Two-pronged pattern.
The circuit's been cut.
Well, let's see what happens if I bridge the circuit.
All right, you ready? Yeah.
And that's what turns an accident into murder.
I'm so sorry, Ms.
These officers want to have a word with you.
It's all right, Ellen.
Obviously, they have news about Captain Holland.
Is that right, officers? What makes you say that? Thank you.
Well, last night, Captain Holland stole a wingsuit prototype from this facility, a very expensive prototype, and we have not seen him since.
So, either he caught the largest thermal in history, or he's gotten himself into trouble.
You're here, so, I'm guessing it's the latter? Your guess would be right.
The captain crashed the suit.
Killed a civilian and himself.
That means you have questions.
Uh, okay.
I expect you'll want to start with our Project Icarus lab.
Icarus? Icarus.
Greek myth.
Wax wings, flew too close to the sun.
That's a bit of an inauspicious name for a wingsuit project, given the way things turned out for poor old Icarus, don't you think? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.
CSI Nick Stokes.
Well, CSI Nick Stokes follow me.
Okay Captain, this is CSI Nick Stokes.
And Detective Crawford.
Captain Ferris.
Is this about Holland? Lance Holland is dead.
What? God, what happened? He had an accident.
Not in the suit.
Yeah, it was in the suit.
- Where is it? - It's evidence.
No, I-I don't I don't think you understand.
We're at a critical stage in testing.
I need to see that suit to determine what went wrong.
We're the ones examining it now, okay? You do have some interesting tools here, Captain.
Like that one in your hand.
What is that used for? It's specially made, used to adjust the attack angle on the wing.
Specially made? By me.
My design.
Mind if I take it back to the crime lab? Why? Well, we can talk about that downtown.
Wait am I under arrest? Captain Ferris, just go with the officers.
I mean, we have nothing to hide, right? Please.
Thank you.
someone used a tool just like yours to sabotage the AAD on Holland's reserve parachute.
Bobby was like a brother to me.
Yeah, we imagine there's a lot of camaraderie between test pilots.
Lot of competition, too, right? Yeah.
Not so that I would do something to him.
Okay, come on, man, we're just trying to get some answers, here.
Poor guy's widow deserves that much, don't you think? God.
Amanda Yeah, Amanda.
And right now, she thinks the Air Force is going to hold back her husband's benefits for stealing that suit.
Look Bobby didn't steal the suit.
Well, your C.
sure seems to think he did.
As does Ms.
Mason, the CEO of TRP.
No, that that's bull.
From the Air Force perspective, maybe the flight was unauthorized, but not TRP.
God! Can I get something for my headache? In a minute-- keep talking about TRP.
Are you saying that they knew Captain Holland was testing the suit on his own? It's Claudia, she's got us pushing the limits.
Logging extra hours in the simulator, in the hypobaric chamber.
Was she encouraging after-hours flights? More than encourage, she, uh, she paid incentives.
Cash awards for hitting milestones.
Last month, Bobby, he made, um, 25 grand for sustained level flight.
You all right there, Captain Ferris? Hey.
Hey, man, do you know where you are right now? H-Hey.
Hey, guys.
H-Hey, you guys remember that girl? Th-That one time? Man, what was her name? Hmm? Captain? Captain.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Call rescue.
We need paramedics in here! Captain? I got you, I got you.
What the hell is happening? I don't know, I don't know.
Captain? Crawford, he's dead.
Heard you were working on Captain Ferris.
What have you got, Doc? Textbook.
I could've told you cerebral edema without even looking at the body.
Brain tissue's like any other part of the body, it swells in response to injury or illness.
Yeah, but unlike the rest of the body, the brain has nowhere to go.
True, it swells against the skull, causing neurovascular constriction.
Cutting off the brain's oxygen supply.
So if that's C.
, what caused the edema? The list of possibilities is long.
The fact that Captain Ferris was a pilot suggested to me we could be dealing with HACE.
HACE? It's an acronym-- High-Altitude Cerebral Edema.
It's a form of altitude sickness caused by repeated rapid ascents.
It's not the first time I've seen it, either.
What do you mean? Well, as I'm sure you remember, there was not a lot of Captain Holland left to examine, but his brain tissue did present vasogenic edema, capillary leakage and spongiosis of the white matter, and those are all consistent with HACE.
Do you think it's possible that Holland could have stroked out mid-flight, the same way that Ferris stroked out mid-sentence? It's possible-- if he was dropped off a plane at altitude in a wingsuit, that could certainly cause the onset of HACE.
A hypobaric chamber replicates the condition of high altitude, right? Right, the Air Force uses them for training.
According to Nick, TRP uses them, as well.
They want to make sure that their pilots can function, even with altitude sickness.
Training like that's dangerous-- the margin of error is incredibly small.
And if you get even a little bit aggressive, the effects could be lethal.
People, no, this work is unacceptable.
We're not building these suits for some jackass buzzing a half-time show, okay? These are weapons of war.
You know what, stop.
Everybody! Hey! Eyes on me.
I know that there have been a lot of distractions lately, okay? But that is no excuse for failure.
Is that clear? Clear enough for me.
CSI Stokes.
Nice seeing you again.
I assume you heard about Captain Ferris.
Two tragedies in as many days.
It's almost more than one can bear.
Not sure what you mean.
Maybe this will make it clear.
That's a search warrant.
That allows us to seize medical records, program schedules, flight data, all materials related to Project Icarus.
I-I don't, I don't understand.
I've been absolutely nothing but cooperative.
Two of your pilots have died.
Both victims of HACE.
Unfortunate accidents.
Is that really what you want to go with? 'Cause on top of the HACE, Captain Holland's parachute was tampered with-- either by the competition or by you.
So, quite frankly, I think you're hiding something from me.
This warrant is worthless without being cosigned by a military judge.
I don't need JAG approval, and you know it.
Okay, boys.
Yes, sir.
Move out.
You really want to cooperate with me, give me the decryption key for the code from the black box on Holland's wingsuit.
I don't have it.
Black boxes are Air Force property, and if you want access, you're gonna have to talk to them.
You know what that is, right, Major? Yes, I do.
We need the encrypted data from Captain Holland's flight the night he died.
According to TRP, as his C.
, you're the only person who can give it to us.
That's correct.
And? I'm sorry, but I can't give you the decryption code.
It's classified and Two of your pilots are dead.
They died working for a contractor who subjected them to unnecessary risks.
Might have even killed one of them to cover it up.
Those are serious charges, Mr.
These are your guys we're talking about here, Major.
TRP did something illegal, and right now, they're just, they're hiding behind the Air Force, they're hiding behind you.
My hands are tied.
Only if you let them be.
Look, this kid, Captain Holland, was under your command.
He woke up every morning, and he put his life at risk simply because you asked him to.
Help me find some peace for his wife.
You need to do the right thing here.
There's an alphanumeric pass phrase keyed into each box.
I'll have my office send it over to you within the hour.
Thank you, Major.
Like you said, it's the right thing to do.
How goes the data retrieval on the wingsuit man? Honestly, I am crashing and burning, just like him.
What do you mean? The numbers don't make sense.
I think maybe the data's corrupted.
I mean, this thing was involved in a serious crash.
Black boxes are designed to withstand crashes.
That's the whole point.
Take a look for yourself.
At the biometric data.
We thought Captain Holland stroked out mid-flight, but look at his vitals.
Heart rate, BP, respiratory rate-- all flatlined, the whole way.
According to this, he was dead before he even took flight.
That can't be possible.
You know that Sherlock Holmes quote-- "Eliminate all other factors, the one which remains must be the truth.
" "Must be the truth.
" So we're saying what? We're looking at an elaborate body dump from a plane? Not according to this.
Check out the altimeter reading at the start of the flight.
Now, given that Las Vegas is roughly 2,200 feet above sea level That would mean he would jump from a height of 700 feet.
He didn't jump from a plane.
This is more like a BASE jump.
Okay, well, the flight data would give us all the GPS coordinates, right? Right.
We know where he landed, now we just got to figure out where he came from.
I've reconstructed Captain Holland's flight path on the night he died, zeroing in on the point-of-origin of what we now know was a BASE jump.
Beginning here.
The Delmore Towers.
The top-floor corporate condo, to be precise.
Owned by TRP Aeronautics.
Right, it says here: TRP's CEO, Claudia Mason, used it as her in-town digs.
But she wasn't the only one using it.
The data on the black box shows a history of BASE jumps at the same condo over the last several months.
So Holland was using the Delmore Towers to train.
Off base, off hours, off regs.
And, we have to assume, with Claudia's approval.
You know, all these test pilots vying for the bonuses that TRP was offering, maybe Claudia was just trying to give Holland a leg up on the competition.
Maybe that's not all Claudia wanted to give him.
All right, I like that.
So Holland goes up to the tower with his wingsuit, a little off-hour training.
But first he and Claudia decide to have, uh, a pre-flight tryst.
Things get hot and heavy.
But Holland has HACE just like Ferris.
And in the heat of passion, he just strokes out.
Okay, so I'm Claudia.
What do I do? Well, you have two choices.
You either call 911 Yeah, but if I do that, I lose my contracts, I lose my company So you go with choice number two-- You put Holland in his wingsuit, you drag him out onto the balcony, you fire up the jet engines to give him just enough thrust to launch him, and then all you need is a little push.
But first you disable the backup chute, so that when he crashes to the Earth, nothing left of him to trace back to you.
After all, he was just another reckless flyboy.
Stole a suit, went for a joyride.
Not a bad plan if you're Claudia Mason, and you're coming up with it on the fly.
But like all things on the fly I'm betting that there's something that she missed.
You sure about your theory? I'm just saying, doesn't even look like anybody's been here.
Well, Claudia Mason must have cleaned up.
Let's just hope she's a better CEO than she is a maid.
Where Holland started his flight.
I got some blood.
Like Russell said-- Claudia must have missed something.
Would you hit the lights? Wow.
That is one serious blood pool.
Well, it doesn't end there.
Got some blood drops.
And cast-off.
You thought the guy stroked out from HACE, right? Well, that's what I thought, but I mean, these blood patterns suggest something different.
More violent.
This is from a brutal beating.
It's a crime of passion.
You know how they always say, "The cover-up is worse than the crime"? Not this time.
So, what does our CEO have to say for herself? Not a whole hell of a lot, really.
She denies knowing anything about Holland going up to the condo to do his BASE-jumping, so So she denies having an affair, too? Oh, yeah.
Well, look, the first time, she was hiding behind the Air Force.
This time, she's hiding behind that $800-an-hour lawyer.
Well, if she won't talk, her condo definitely will.
Well, no crime of passion starts without the passion.
There were no prints on the murder weapon.
But once we run the blood, the fiber, the hairs, maybe we can prove Claudia was here, killing him, too.
She may not have been the one wanting to kill him.
Just got the security camera footage from the lobby, the night Holland died.
That's Holland's wife.
The show is just getting started.
You lied to us, Amanda.
You told me you hadn't seen your husband in days.
And that the night he was killed, you assumed he was on a training mission for TRP.
This video says you knew exactly where he was.
And he was on more than just a "training mission.
" Look, I know what this looks like, but you're wrong.
No, I'll tell you what's wrong-- you coming to me asking me to find out what happened to your husband, when you knew all along.
It is not like that.
Tell us what it's like, then.
The past few months, Bobby has been different.
At first, I thought it was just this new job at TRP, I mean But a woman knows when her husband is Is what? Straying? He said he was going to TRP that night, and I followed him.
To the condo.
And I confronted him.
And I was going to confront that woman, too, whoever she was.
But on the way up in the elevator, Bobby swore to me that he was innocent.
That he really was there training that night.
He was doing a BASE jump from a condo tower.
He showed me his wingsuit, he showed me his gear, and I I had to believe him.
I didn't want to lose him.
So you didn't go up to the condo, you didn't continue the fight and you didn't kill your husband in a jealous rage.
Am I getting that right? I didn't kill Bobby.
I'm sorry that I lied to you about seeing him that night.
And Major Mills is right-- Bobby didn't follow the rules.
He lived on the edge.
And jumping from a tower in the middle of the city was against regulations.
You lied to us just so that you could keep his death benefits.
And preserve his memory.
And I'm not lying to you now.
Then you won't mind giving us a blood and DNA sample, will you? Nick, you need to see this.
What is it? Expanded tox panel on Air Force Captain Ferris.
I don't think it's any accident that he stroked out on you in Interrogation.
Tested positive for furosemide.
Isn't that a diuretic? A hard-core diuretic, often abused by models and bodybuilders to get that "cut" look.
Ferris' medical records make no mention of any prescription.
Okay, so the guy was on a diuretic.
I don't see how that would kill him.
Flip the page.
You'll see that the furosemide caused a major sodium imbalance.
For a guy logging that many hours in a hypobaric chamber, it makes for a lethal combination.
Makes for murder.
Hey, Henry.
Got your text.
You have results on the DNA from the condo? I do-- uh, blood is a match to the victim, Captain Holland.
Okay, uh, what about the bed? The murder weapon? I found semen contribution from Holland in the bed Just cut to the chase.
Which woman killed him? The wife? Or the boss? The boss was in bed with him.
But not the one you're thinking of.
Your DNA in the bed, and your DNA on the murder weapon.
Holland knew her husband was having an affair.
She just didn't know it was with his commanding officer.
Would you like to tell us what happened that night, Major? Help us understand.
You know, maybe it'll help a jury understand.
He said he was going to leave me.
Said he was afraid.
Of what? Afraid of getting caught? It wasn't just an affair.
And there is no way that you or anybody can understand that.
You could try us.
I loved him.
And I thought that he loved me, too.
He said his wife was asking questions, and that she followed him to the condo that night.
Can you believe it? For a second, I was actually relieved.
I thought maybe this meant that we could stop living the lie.
But he didn't feel that way, did he? No.
It's over.
Don't you understand that? I love my wife.
You love me.
How can you deny who you are? Who we are? Deny? This coming from you? Your whole life is denial.
I had to make sacrifices for my career.
Yeah, and me, too.
And now I'm making another sacrifice.
I'm sorry, but we're done.
Don't turn your back on me.
I panicked.
I I cleaned up the condo as best I could.
Yeah, you put him in the wingsuit and you sabotaged the chute so it wouldn't open.
Or, at the very least, make Claudia and TRP the fall guy.
Is that why Ferris had to die, too? Yeah, well, we searched your place.
And, um, we found this.
It's furosemide.
What was your plan, Major? I mean, you slip some into his coffee, you hope he strokes out in the hypobaric chamber? But it didn't work out that way, right? He was a strong test pilot.
Took a few extra hours.
Bobby and Ferris were best friends.
If anybody knew the truth about us, it was him.
I had no choice.
Major You always have a choice.
And you chose wrong.
Holland? You still waiting for something? Haven't they finished with you yet? No, they said I could go.
I just I mean, go where? Home is empty.
It's always going to be empty.
I'm so sorry.
For everything.
Your husband You were just doing your job.
I understand.
Do you keep secrets from your wife? I used to.
Not anymore? No.
She's a lucky woman, then.
Excuse me.