Back at the Carnival of Souls, Catherine's attempting to impound the tunnel of love attraction, and our feral redneck is having none of it. After she shrills about taking the ride as evidence, he inquires as to whether those "two stringbeans" are going to stop him; Catherine snaps back, "It's going to take more than vegetable insults." Yes, it's going to take the remainder of this bottle of wine. Well, for me anyway -- this is the worst episode ever. Catherine rants and raves at Roger for a while -- something that will no doubt sit well in a court of law -- and Sara comes over, grinning. "What?" Catherine asks. "This is fun," Sara says neutrally. "As opposed to what?" Catherine continues. "As opposed to a more scientific approach," Sara replies. Score one for Sara.
Gil's busy busting Nicky and Warrick for finding antique blood on the surgical tools when he gets paged to the front desk; Susan has come by to see him. She's brought him folic acid. "Are you here for a nutritional consultation or to eavesdrop on my investigation?" Gil asks testily. Come on, Gil -- who says she can't do both? The creepy background music plays, indicating that Susan is a nut, or Gil is strangely attracted to her, or both. Whatever nascent attraction is growing between them quickly withers as Susan gets down to business; she's feeling a little put-upon, what with police crawling all over her house and taking the contents of her kitchen and office. She yells at Gil for dictating the extensive scope of the warrant; he replies that she's got prior complaints in three separate states for owning vicious dogs, and all those states are mountain states. I don't know why this is worth including in the dialogue, unless it's to establish that she likes to hang out in high-altitude locations where athletes are likely to train. Gil makes some implicit threats about the trouble she'll be in if other joggers turn up dead in her neck of the woods, then goes for the kill, asking if she knows the price of a liver on the organ market. "You disappoint me," she snaps. "I recommend co-enzyme Q10. It will help with mental acuity." And, if applied topically, will also diminish fine lines and crow's feet, if all those cosmetics companies are to be believed. She then stalks off, but turns theatrically in the door to pronounce, "The last act is bloody, no matter how fine the rest of the play." Gil notes that she's quoting Pascal and says he prefers Buddha: "Even death is not to be feared by those who lived wisely." I prefer me: "Please, God, kill me before the end of this tedious episode."
Cut to Warrick spraying everything with luminol. Gil comes in and asks if the Merry Men are now working in bulk, and Nicky replies that given the array of kitchen materials brought from Susan's house, this is the only way to find any evidence of the jogger's blood. Nicky then hits the lights, and two items glow positive: the blender, and the drinking glass Susan was using earlier. "She made a protein shake right in front of me yesterday," Gil says dazedly. Nicky replies, "So she's not selling the organs on the black market; she's eating them?" "Possibly drinking them," Gil replies, and we go to commercial.