CSI: Excolo. Episode 3.02

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Previously on CSI: Excolo
NU outside WANDA'S apartment, looking in, holding a cell phone. CUT TO: WANDA at TONY's house.
WANDA, on phone: Please Nu, I don't want to hang on the line. Long story, short version. My most recent ex hired a private dick to dig up dirt on me.
SYL in a hospital bed, HERMIA by her side.
HERMIA: There was damage to your stomach and liver and lung. They repaired all that, and it's going to heal. You'll hurt like hell for a while, but you'll heal.
CUT TO: HERMIA in hallway, dialling cell phone.
HERMIA: No answer from Sayid. I'll keep trying him.
CUT TO: THE PARK.
Overhead shot of TEZ standing over SAYID'S body, snow bloody. Voiceover:
TEZ: You'll be pleased to know Zuabi won't be bothering us again.
CUT TO: AL with his hand against TEZ'S face.
AL: You killed him for me. Tell me what you did.
CUT TO: TESS going through a pile of papers. KATE comes in.
KATE: Any luck?
TESS: Not as yet. I keep hopin' it'll all fall into place once I get some sense 'v the order, but it could end up being tough the whole way through.
CUT TO: SAYID'S apartment. LEAH punches JOHNNY in the throat and tucks a file into her coat.
CUT TO: DORIAN, KATE and GLASS at the MISKATONIC CAFE.
DORIAN: Everyone is a threat to the public, Ms O'Hara. Everyone has the - capacity.
KATE: Everyone's capable of cruelty. But not many people act out that capability as comprehensively as you seem to.
GLASS: I'm not angry with you, and I don't want you to leave.
PAN ACROSS to KATE'S face as GLASS says this, cut to her sitting in her car and crying.

Episode 3.02: My Host Is You

Time lapse film over a snow street at night. An ethereal song plays as the Christmas lights twinkle and the traffic rushes. Dawn breaks, and a truck arrives, unloads a ladder, and the Christmas decorations get taken down.

Like a virus, patient hunter
I’m waiting for you, I’m starving for you
My sweet adversary

Time slows down; AL SHAIRAN comes down the steps of a townhouse and gets into a car. GRANGER loads two suitcases into the back.

January 6th and Christmas is officially over. I told Tez I would tell Lily after Christmas that I'm leaving; that got a little delayed by my arrest, but I shall do it tonight. Granger will take these things to the penthouse; I've already been there more nights than I've been at either of the homes I share with Lily. I do feel regret, I do. But everything feels so...inconsequential in comparison to how I feel when I'm with Tez. Everything's diluted, insubstantial. My real life is with him, come what may.

Sayid Zuabi has been declared missing, of course, but nothing of him has been found. Syl Thorn is still in hospital, though she will be discharged soon enough, I think. The police have found no trace of Leah - but neither have I, and I have had a lot of people looking for her. I think she has found professional help of some sort, but I have no leads. Still, if I don't, neither do the police, and that is enough for now, even if I plan to gut her for her failure. Tez should never have had to kill Sayid. It's not what I want for him, doing that sort of work. But it has bound us tighter together, which I would not have thought possible. Nothing can come between us now.

My trial for embezzlement is scheduled to begin at the end of February. If it even gets to trial; Levinson thinks we may well see the trial collapse. There are always ways. In any case, I'm not particularly troubled about it. If all goes to plan, one way or another I will be out of the country by then. Now I just have to persuade Tez to go on ahead to Mexico without me and I will join him there. I think this will be a challenge.

"Take the suitcases to the penthouse," I say through the intercom as Granger delivers me to the office. I text Tez - too early to call my azizam - and tell him I'll be over tonight, and that I want to cook. And then I go to the office. Work must go on, after all.