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What do you need to get?

Actually, it's what
you need to get, rook.

Aw, come on, man. We're off duty.

You're off when I say you're off.

Don't forget the Ho-Hos.

I can help you over here, sir.

That's not what your light says.

Slow night?

Kind of.

Oh... can't forget the Ho-Hos.

Get out of my way!

I've got to get in there! What
the hell is wrong with you people?

My wife is still in there!

Why isn't anybody helping my wife?!

We're doing the best
we can, sir... Please!

Body count's five.

Officer Clay entered the store unaware
of a robbery that was in progress.

Officer Fromansky came in after he

heard a shot fired. Engaged
two suspects. Lit the place up.

The ski masks are John Does.
The rest have wallet IDs.

Woman at the back is Julia Reed,
cocktail waitress at the Tangiers.

Man on aisle four is
Rufus Sanders, cab driver.

How you want us to handle this, Grissom?

Same way you'd eat an
elephant... one bite at a time.

Hey, Jim...

Did you know that Charles
Manson is only 5'2"?

Yeah, little guys
tend to overcompensate.

Do you remember the, uh, story about
... how and where the marshals found

old Charlie when they
raided barker ranch?

Yeah. I always, uh...

I always liked that story.

We need a medic!

CSI 4x14
- Paper or plastic

All right, tell me what happened.

I was in my radio car when I heard shots
fired. I called for backup. I went in.

Clay, talk to me. Clay!

How many shots you fire?

Three. No, four. I fired four.

Then what?

I saw my partner on the
floor. I went towards him.

Second gunman came at me.

How many shots you fire at
the second gunman, total?

Maybe-maybe five. I'd
taken a shot in my vest.

Hard to count under those
conditions. Are you sure?

No, I'm not sure. That's why I said

maybe... but I know I shot four at
the third guy. I was going to check on

my partner. I caught movement in the

back. Black coat, ski
mask, gun... I put him down.

He fire at you?

Didn't give him a chance.

All right, that's all we need
to know. I need your weapon.

My partner... I want to be the one to
tell his wife. He was my responsibility.

All right.

All right, look, if you're
not going to say it, I will.

Fromansky said he killed three, and
there are two dead ski masks in there.

Now, you cranked him up pretty good
on that vigilante case last year.

Is that going to be a problem?

No.

Everybody, could I please have your
attention? All right, folks, I know

that you've been through
an awful lot this evening.

If you could just bear with me a little
longer, I need to talk with every one of you

one at a time, so I promise to get
you out of here as quickly as possible.

Is the, uh, guy in black the
cocktail waitress' husband?

Yeah. Do you want him first?

I don't think he's ready for me just
yet. I'm going to get to him soon enough.

What happened to your
assault in Henderson?

I closed it. Where do you need me?

There's two more
bodies over by the beer.

You got it.

Barely cleared the holster.

Reflex, maybe. Pulled the
trigger before he had a target.

Not quick enough.

Those two guys came out of nowhere
... made everybody go to the corner.

Where, specifically?

Uh... dry goods. Then
one guy grabs Celeste...

Which guy?

I was looking at his
piece, not his face, okay?

Shotgun or handgun?

Uh, shotgun. He drags her over to
the registers, makes her open 'em up.

She does. They're pulling out the
cash, and then he sees the cops roll up.

Second guy says, "everybody, get
down and don't say a freaking word,"

so that's what I did.

And then...

...And then?

...ankles and flashes and booms.

That's all I remember.

And you never moved from that spot?

No, I didn't.

Do you have somewhere you need to be?

I got to change my pants.

Sorry.

Well, you know, we're not
the most modern store around.

How long is the surveillance loop?

About 24 hours.

What, uh... what happened
to these tapes here?

Nothing.

These are active cameras, right?

Those VCRs are busted.
Never got 'em fixed.

You know, cutbacks. Over the
register and outside works.

That's all we really need. Gotta
keep an eye on the employees, right?

Right.

They steal worse than the customers.

You know, this guy hit a $75 jackpot.

Probably shoving quarters in his
pockets when this whole thing went down.

The door was twenty feet away. He
probably could've made a run for it.

You know, after the MGM grand fire,
they found people fused to slot machines.

Never even made it out of their seats. This
guy probably thought it was his lucky day.

I'm sure he wasn't going
to leave without his money.

We all just started running when those

two psychos started shooting
it out with the cop...

I took a first aid course
about a hundred years ago,

...so I-I-I tried to keep
pressure on the wound,

but it just kept bleeding, you know?

I couldn't leave Rufus
all alone, scared, dying.

You were friends?

Mmm, sort of. He-he'd come in a couple of
times a week and play the quarter slots.

From where you and Rufus were,
could you see Officer Fromansky?

Oh, the cop who saved us?
No. I couldn't see anything.

I just heard all that
gunfire just blasting away.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Entry wound's on the left side.

There's no exit wound?

Skin's thicker on the
back. Captured the bullet.

We'll retrieve it at autopsy.

I was, uh... holding Julia's hand trying
to find a place to hide... somewhere safe.

It was those stupid heels, you know.

She was always forgetting
to bring her flats to work.

Come on.

They didn't have to shoot her.

They were wearing masks. We didn't
even get a good look at them.

Mr. Reed, you can't
look for reasons here.

We'll have it out in a second. The trick
is to apply even pressure all around.

Is there something wrong with tweezers?

They can mess up the striae.
You've got enough to deal with

without my toolmarks
in the mix. Here we go.

Huh. Paper or plastic?

Officer Clay's already been processed.
We wanted to get him to his family.

Did you get prints off the two suspects?

Uh, yeah. They're right here.

And we also got bullets
from both of them.

Good.

Prison tattoos. They weren't virgins.

Hi, I was wondering if I might be
able to speak with Celeste Turner.

She, uh, has a gunshot wound. She was
brought in from the grocery store robbery.

Right. Curtain three. Just
out of surgery. Stable.

She's still pretty doped up, though.

You're going to have to come back
later. You going to need these?

Yes. Thank you.

What can you tell me about the little

boy who was also brought in
from the robbery incident?

Minor injuries. He's fine.
Mostly shock. He's with his mom.

Hell of a night, huh? Take your
kid to work, both end up shot.

Wait a minute. So, the little
boy's mother is Celeste Turner?

Yeah.

Bastard was behind her the whole time.

Yeah.

Okay, here's what I got so far
... there's our two DOA suspects.

Looks like they just
walked in off the street.

Is there any sign of
Fromansky's mystery gunner?

No. All the cars in the
parking lot were accounted

for, and the loading dock
out back was deserted, so...

...this is the only
view of what went down.

And see here? Here comes our cop.

Three, four feet away, doesn't
even see him. The thing I

hate the most is the bad guys always
know if there's going to be a gunfight.

Officer Clay's one shot went into
the floor. The bullet fragmented.

That's probably how that kid got hit.

But Officer Fromansky's
beretta and that suspect's

tec-9, they both had
hollow 9 millimeters.

Between the two of them,
they shot off 18 rounds.

Shotgun was a mossberg, model 500.
Eight rounds fired. Ammo was double-

aught buckshot, nine pellets per shell.

18 bullets, a total of 26
shells, 72 pellets. Enjoy.

Firing two shots!

Grissom, we got a problem.

Only one?

We've identified all the
bullets recovered at the scene.

There's no evidence of a third gunmen.

It gets worse.

The bullet that killed the cocktail
waitress, it came from Fromansky's gun.

How you feeling, Officer?

Little sore.

Desk duty hurts a lot more. Is there
anything you want to add to your statement?

What's he saying I did this time?

A bullet from your gun
killed a cocktail waitress.

A ricochet.

No. A clean shot.

Not possible.

No one at the scene saw a third gunman.

I would never shoot at a civilian.

I saw a guy wearing a ski
mask, dark coat, holding a gun.

The girl was wearing a black
sweater, carrying a purse.

I didn't shoot at that.

You'd just took a full load in
the chest. Maybe you were confused.

Wasn't confused.

Your statement says that you fired
four shots at this third gunman.

Yeah.

Ballistics evidence shows that you
spread five shots over the back wall.

So I fired more than I thought. So what. I
was engaged with multiple hostile targets.

You're not back in the
Gulf. You're a police

officer. You're supposed
to identify a target.

And that's what I did. What
are you, pissed off because

the last time you tried
to jam me up didn't work?

Hey, ease up.

What I said in my
statement is the truth.

The truth is, we have a dead
civilian with your bullet in her.

This going to the next step?

It has to. You're on administrative
leave pending an IAB review.

There was no way I could
warn that cop. I wanted to...

...but the guy was right there,

under the counter... pushing
his gun right in my stomach.

I'm sorry.

You're not the one
that pulled the trigger.

Ms. Turner, what was your
son doing there with you?

Well, my ex was looking
after him that night.

Then the son of a bitch
shows up at the store.

Had a party to go to. Practically
shoved Henry out of the car.

I mean... I'm not allowed
to bring kids to work.

So I snuck Henry into the office,
and I told him to stay there.

Then?

Then those two maniacs came in.
They shot that poor policeman.

And then everything just went crazy.

I was running, and I
ran to go find Henry...

Henry!

...but I couldn't find him anywhere.

That's all I remember.

Henry likes his candy, doesn't he?

He's got five cavities to
prove it. How'd you know?

Well, we found him in a storage
cabinet, near the candy rack.

He never listens to me.

Double counts, two people
in the room at all times.

When you're done, match the total
amounts with the register receipts, okay?

So, explain to me what all the money was

doing in the registers
and not the store safe.

See that light? It's called a halo. It's
keyed to the sensor in the cash register. Now, at a

preset amount, that light
goes off, letting the store manager

know it's time to transfer the cash
to the safe. Now check this out...

Most of the halos are lit.

Maximum cash, just lying in the drawers.

So, those guys did their homework.
They picked the perfect time to hit.

Mm-hmm.

AFIS hits on our suspects,
both just recently

released from five-year
sentences at Lompoc.

California boys.

Born and raised.

Okay. Let's do this.
Officer Clay was killed

by a single close-range shotgun
blast to the back of the head.

Excessive penetration and laceration
of the brain. Suspect Clyde Tremmel...

The tec-9 guy.

Two distant-range, medium-caliber
gunshot wounds to the

front of the chest, with
penetration of the lung and heart.

Suspect Jack Delver...

Shotgun guy.

One distant-range, medium-caliber gunshot
wound to the forehead. The bullet penetrated

the brain and was recovered in the
occipital lobe. Rufus Sanders, bystander...

...five scattered buckshot
perforations on the outer thigh.

One severed the femoral artery,
resulting in massive hemorrhage.

And Julia Reed, cocktail waitress.

Single medium-caliber gunshot
wound to the left chest.

The bullet perforated
the lung and thoracic

aorta, then perforated the
opposite lung. And that's it.

Thanks, Doc.

Catherine, something bothering you?

A little.

Look, I came here to pick up my wife's
body. I already gave you my statement.

Well, we just need a
few more details before

we can release the body. I
promise this won't be long.

What?

Well, you said that your wife fell

during the gunfight, that
that's how you got separated.

Yeah.

Do you recall exactly how she fell?

Well, what do you mean?

How did she land? Did she
land sideways, backwards...?

She fell forward, I think.

She fell forward. So her hands
broke the fall, landed on her knees?

Yeah.

Well, there weren't any
bruises or scrapes on her

knees or elbows, which is leading
me to believe that she didn't fall.

Well, what's-what's the
difference? She's dead.

Mr. Reed, there were a lot of bullets
flying around that store and a lot of

victims, and every detail is important,
but they don't help if they're not accurate.

Well, when we started running...
she was right behind me.

She froze up. Just stood there

looking right at me... scared
out of her mind. I... yelled at

her to get down, to come over
to me. Sh-she wouldn't move.

I mean I'm... I'm pretty sure I yelled.

Highlight the shots that
killed the tec- 9 shooter.

Fromansky said that he fired
three or four shots at that target.

He fired four. That
accounts for those shots.

Okay, the guy with the shotgun
was killed with... one bullet.

Well, those four shots were
definitely meant for him.

But this shot is closer to the second
gunman than it is to the cocktail waitress.

Well, Fromansky was turning when he
fired so his shots were spread out.

Okay.

Which means Fromansky fired four shots
at a target at the back of the store.

Just like he said he did.

Yeah.

At the walk-through you said
that you saw a third suspect

at the back of the store. Why did
you make the decision to shoot?

I was in fear for my life.

Did you see a weapon?

Yes.

What kind?

A semiautomatic pistol.

- So you fired first.
- Yes.

- Four times.
- Yes.

Can you explain the lack of evidence
for a third suspect at the scene?

That's not my job.

Right or wrong, there'll be guys on
the job who'll think this was personal.

They'd be wrong.

Did you see Julia Reed
in your line of fire?

No.

According to Supervising
Criminalist Grissom's report,

you had an unobstructed
view of Ms. Reed, so how do

you explain the fact
that you didn't see her?

I can't.

You don't deny that a bullet
from your weapon killed her?

I'm not denying that.

But you can't explain it?

No.

Look, your partner was
dead. You'd been shot.

You saw someone you thought
was a suspect and you fired.

Under those circumstances,
any one of us could make a

mistake. Did you?

Officer Fromansky, answer the question.

He says yes, he's a bad
cop. He says no, he's a liar.

Maybe he really doesn't
know what happened.

A little over. Perfect.

Let's say I'm Fromansky.

There's nothing between Fromansky
and the cocktail waitress.

I got a clean view and a clear shot.

Hey, take a look at
this. The cracks in the

glass from shot 22 are terminated
by the cracks from shot 23.

So, shot 23 had to occur before shot 22.

Which means that Fromansky was firing
from left to right, not right to left.

Four shots on a level spread. He
was shooting at a moving target.

According to Catherine's
witness, the cocktail waitress

wasn't moving. She was
a stationary target.

So, if he was shooting at a moving
target, where was it moving to?

We have the surveillance tape.

Shows nothing going on here
before, during or after the robbery.

Well, just because it shows nothing
doesn't mean it's seeing everything.

You can see me now, right?

Keep moving to your left.

All right.

Keep going. Keep going.

I'm still in?

Right there. Now you're out.

Tell me what you see.

A getaway.

We found metal paint
scrapings and skid marks.

Both recent on that loading dock.
These guys definitely had a wheelman.

Yeah, guy slips in after everything
gets started. During the confusion,

nobody sees him. Or no one
that was alive to tell anyway.

Except Fromansky.

Yeah.

Well, the suspects knew there was a
blind spot. It has to be an inside job.

Oh, no doubt. Matched the cash
from the garbage bag to the register

receipts, $878 was missing.

Somebody came out ahead. Inside guy?

Well, I'll run the employees.
Maybe somebody's got a record.

Ran your paint chips
through ppg and Dupont.

Got a hit. Aegean Blue Honda Accord.

Popular color. They carried
it over for four years. Go

figure. I'm a teal man myself. You?

Stupid question. Anyway,
model years '84 to '87.

- I'll put out a broadcast. Thanks, Hodges.
- Sure.

Before this goes any deeper,
I want to hear it from you.

Are you going to try
to screw me on this?

Well?

I guess it depends on whether I get stuck
in traffic on the way to your hearing.

So, this car was reported
stolen about, uh, oh,

about three weeks ago. Why don't you
take the front. I'll take the back.

Ph 13. Sodium hydroxide.

Got a cell phone. There's
a lot of scung on it.

Won't be too good for prints,
but let me check the call history.

Same number keeps popping up.

Best bargain is temporarily
closed. Please check back tomorrow.

Well, this is interesting. Before the
robbery went down, somebody at the store

was very eager to talk to
our suspects. Same number.

Yeah? Maybe he can tell us who.

Todd Hallickey.

Look, I don't know why
you guys brought me here,

but you got no right
tossing my apartment.

We matched your prints from a stolen
car off the prints from a prior

car theft, and bingo, we had a match.
Got a warrant for your apartment.

I don't boost cars no more.

Yeah, right.

Oh, wait. No, I... I was looking
into getting some wheels a couple of

weeks ago. I test-drove this old Honda
Accord this guy was trying to unload.

An '86 Aegean Blue with
matching velour interior?

Yeah, that was it. Must
be how my print got there.

Well, didn't buy the car.
Guy seemed kind of shady.

You wouldn't happen to remember
this shady guy's name, would you?

Come on. No one keeps
track of stuff like that.

Uh, right. You own any
firearms, Mr. Hallickey?

No, sir, I'm on parole. Besides, I
don't believe in guns. They're dangerous.

You know, that's a nasty
injury you got there, Todd.

Looks kind of painful. How'd you get it?

It's a rash.

Looks like a chemical burn to me.
You know what sodium hydroxide is?

Never heard of it.

Let me tell you what it is. It's the
active ingredient in drain cleaner. It

opens up the pipes,
dissolves flesh and fabrics.

Look, you want to pin that car
on me, you go ahead and try.

I got this off the jacket
from your apartment.

What the hell is this?

It's a bullet wipe. A test for lead.

Congratulations. You passed.

Hallickey's got no
connection to the grocery

store. He was just the wheel man. Even,

still, he's looking at
four counts of felony

murder. But he's not
talking. He lawyered up.

We got a bullet hole
in a jacket. That's not

even enough to prove
that he was in the store.

What about the cash?

It wasn't in his apartment.
Maybe somebody else took it.

Almost $900 in small bills?

We'd have noticed pockets
bulging with a wad like that.

What about the calls from
the grocery store to the

suspect's cell? That could have
been somebody giving the "go" signal.

There's no way to tell who.
The store runs off of an

old PBX system,

and every call that comes in
goes back to the same number.

Every employee was near a phone,
so, it could have been anybody.

Hey, y'all. Ran the criminal
records for the employees.

Came up with a Raul
Valdez. Freight loader.

He clocked in for work that
night. Never clocked out.

No one by that name
interviewed at the scene?

Here's the kicker. A few years ago,
he spent some time in prison. Lompoc.

So, Brass is trying to find him now.

I got to change my pants.

You left something in the
store besides a urine stain.

Just a little too tempting, huh?

All that cash just sitting there
right in front of your face...

Look, I go to that store to bag
groceries, not to get my ass shot

off. I figure I earned the money.
Kind of like working overtime.

Might as well get something for
all your trouble, right? Considering

the fact that your nice little
robbery had gone straight to hell.

Whoa, wait a minute.
You think...? No way.

It was an inside job. You
knew the registers were full.

Those gunmen had help from an employee.

Not from me, they didn't. Look,
you want to bust me for the money,

go ahead, I took it. But
I did not set the thing up.

You know, Hodges already
analyzed trace on the bullets.

Yeah, I wanted to take a look myself.

He'll take it personally.

Good.

The report says that
the cocktail waitress was

wearing a black wool sweater. Was
she also wearing something polyester?

No.

Take a look at this.

Black fibers. Probably
synthetic. Mixed in with the wool.

If their gunman was wearing
a black polyester jacket...

Fromansky claims that he was
tunnel-visioned on the gunman.

So, it's possible that he never
even saw the cocktail waitress.

You may have just saved Fromansky's ass.

Hey, Catherine, how'd
it go with the bag boy?

He admitted to swiping the cash,
but he wouldn't cop to the robbery.

Then I have something you should
see. I was going back through the

surveillance tapes covering the loading
dock, thinking I might find someone scouting a

blind spot, you know? But instead,

I found this. Two nights
before the robbery.

There. See that?

One more time.

Yeah.

That camera's stationary, so...

Somebody moved the camera.

You used to part-time at the forum shops.
We got your prints off your work card.

It was the same print that we got off
the loading dock surveillance camera.

Raul Valdez, an
ex-con, your co-worker.

You got him to give you the
names of some guys to do the job.

You give them the best time to hit
the registers. You tell them where to

park. It's a good plan. Until your Ex
showed up and leaves you with your kid.

Then you panic, and you call your guys,
try to call it off, but they won't listen.

If that's what happened,
that could go in your favor.

When we find Raul, he'll
give you up in a heartbeat.

I think I need to get a lawyer.

What you need is come
clean and cooperate.

And you better hope and pray the DA
doesn't want to put a needle in your arm

for killing five
people, including a cop.

I have been working at that
store for five years. Thirty- eight

hours a week.
Thirty- eight... not forty.

You know why? Because
my manager won't give me enough hours

to qualify
for benefits. I have

a kid... with rotten teeth. I
never meant for anybody to get hurt.

Officer Fromansky, if
you could smile, please?

Thank you; right over here.

Guy from the mayor's office. Fromansky's
getting a commendation. What do you think?

Two dead felons, two dead civilians a dead
policeman... I don't know what to think.