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Happy Birthday, Nicky. Happy Birthday, Nick.

Oh! Your favorite.

Oh, wow, thanks.

There you are. Didn't know if you were

a stripe or solid man.

I told him to let it ride on paisley.

You can wear it to your next arson scene.

Fair enough, thanks.

- This is Catherine.
- Hey, you know,

Pancake Hutch has a free
breakfast on your birthday.

My treat.

Uh, not tonight. Maybe another time.

They know you're lying when
you try it any other night.

Guilty.

You've done it, too. WILLOWS: Okay.

Got it.

Uh, got a 419, East Fremont.

A place called

Park Pines Motel.

I'll take it.

But...

Uh, what about your cake?

Um...

Save me a piece.

Thanks.

So the victim is a 16-year-old
girl who lives on the premises.

She's the daughter of Mark and Nicole Jones,

who run the motel. You remember them?

So...

All I can tell you is that...

that our daughter was there...

I knew her.

Yeah, well, I'm going to, uh...

I'm going to go knock on some doors.

So, what happened?

What's your name?

Haley.

What's yours? Nick.

"Nick."

So, what happened?

Well, Haley,

that's what I have to figure out.

* 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!

Whoo!

How far into decomp is he?

He isn't.

Look, it's a fresh wound

to the back of the head.

The body's still warm.

It's the immaculate decomposition.

The manager heard a gunshot.

Called it in. Vic's ID says

"Harry Steadwell."

One round fired from Dirty Harry's revolver.

Well, he wasn't shot.

Ooh...

Is he the registered guest?

I found a room key in his pocket,

but no luggage or belongings in the room.

But he brought his own garage door opener?

Is this his? Yeah.

All right, I'll go talk to the manager.

I don't mind stepping out.

Looks like the dresser

gave him the hair cut.

You know, if he fell back
from sitting in the chair,

he wouldn't have had
enough momentum to whack

his head this hard.

Unless he was...

...standing on it.

That could be a bullet hole.

Hey, Dave?

You might want to... Oh!

Oh-ho. God!

Oh...

No. No, that didn't happen.

Sorry, brother. Oh, my God!

Ah! Whoa! Eww.

Hey, friend?

Got five bucks for a cup of coffee?

Five bucks? Venti half-caf latte,

couple biscotti.

You know, it's a fair price.

Oh, sorry, bud.

You'll be back.

Cops are always here.

Every night, manager would
be banging on that door.

"Cops are here! Cops are here!"

Last manager took off

a week ago without notice.

The new guy started today,

so the office is a mess.

Here he is.

Here you go.

What do you got for me?

"Harry Steadwell."

Checked into room seven last Thursday;
paid for one night.

There's no record of him checking out.

All right, I need to get
into the crawl space

above room seven.

Does every room have

an access panel? Beats me. I just got here.

Look, uh, you're welcome to check.

Thank you.

Thanks. Sure.

Let me know what I can do. Okay.

GRISSOM I just spent two hours

testifying about decapitation by blown tire

and I realized something.

Happy Birthday, pal.

You figure it out yet?

No.

No, not yet, Haley.

You can tell me.

I'm not scared of that stuff.

I can see that.

Haley, leave the man alone!

If it were up to her,

I'd be locked in my room all day.

But I told her, forensics is just science,

you know?

It's what you go to school for and...

But you don't look like my Chem teacher.

Thanks.

I think.

You, uh, do know the crime
scene's in the next room?

I always look for the yellow tape.

There's something dead up there, Greg.

And it's big, heavy and smells awful.

One of us has got to go up there
and get it. You know what?

It's your birthday.

I'm keeping that gift card.

What?

Whoo!

I think I found your Big Drip.

Looks like he, uh, crawled in

the same way I did.

Always die downstairs.

"Dale Durney."

Same address as the motel.

I think we just found that missing manager.

Whoa!

That is a lot of green.

And a little grey.

It's got to be insulation.

Found the same stuff in the crawl space.

In a No-Tell like Park Pines,

ceiling's a favorite spot
to stash your goodies.

Hey.

Hey, the, uh, prints on the remote

were all Dale Durney,
the dead manager. Mm-hmm.

FYI, the batteries are dead.

And the prints on the money's rubber band

are Dale Durney and Harry Steadwell.

Well, we know Dale pocketed it.

Harry probably stashed it.

Why would he leave it there

for a week?

Oh. It wasn't by choice.

Harry got arrested

the same day he checked into the motel

for violating an ex's restraining order.

Got released from County

this morning. So he goes back to the motel.

Yeah, to retrieve his money.

And then... what?

He shoots the man who swiped his cash?

Even though the dude's been dead for...?

About a week.

Judging by the presence of first
and second instar maggots.

Decomp appears to have been accelerated by

extreme heat and the lack of
airflow in the crawl space.

Recovered a bullet from the
right iliopsoas muscle.

No evidence of hemorrhage
in the abdominal cavity.

No bleeding in the muscle
or intestinal walls.

So wound occurred after he was dead.

What about COD?

Well, it turns out his fortune

can be read from his palms.

Silvery wounds.

I excised samples of flesh for histology.

Under magnification, the samples showed

streaming of nuclei

consistent with electrical burns.

COD is cardiac arrest.

Electrocution.

He was in the crawl space,

so maybe he came in contact

with exposed wiring.

I found the receiver to that

remote control.

Can you tell what it's for?

Yeah, it's wired to the
access panel above you.

I killed the circuit.

Hey, there's a layer of metal
sandwiched in the middle here.

It's like my eighth grade
science fair project.

A homemade electromagnet.

Wire wraps around an iron rod.

Current runs through it,
creating a magnetic field.

Genius. Guy who lives here

said that the manager, Dale,

was beating on room
seven's door every night,

saying the cops were coming.

Don't remember many call outs.

Me, either.

I think it was a setup.

A week ago, Harry Steadwell
checks into room seven

with $10K, dirty money. Cops!

Cops in the lot! Cops!

What Harry doesn't know
is that Manager Dale's

got a plan to profit off guys like Harry.

He turns on his electromagnetic lock.

Harry can't get his money. Oh, come on!

Come on, man! Gives up and leaves.

So, Dale goes to see what
goodies had Harry all fired up.

But he can't get the panel open.

The batteries in his remote are dead.

So he hustles up and
over to reap his harvest,

notices the panel's a little off,
thinks it's a casualty

of Harry's pounding.

The real casualty

is the frayed wire inside the panel.

And the crawl space is hot.

Dale's got sweaty palms,

and sweat is a great electrolyte.

A week later, Harry gets
sprung from the clink,

comes back to get his money.

But why did he shoot the dead guy?

I don't think he knew
Dale was up there, man.

The panel was still magnetized.

Maybe he was using his gun to bang it open.

It got magnetized, and shot by accident.

Mr. Jones.

Oh, hey.

Got a few numbers of the
crime scene cleanup people.

Decomp can be a little bit

harder to get out of the
carpet than you think.

Thanks.

Boy, she makes friends fast.

Nah, Bree and her have been

friends for a while.

She didn't have to switch
schools when we moved.

Well, that's good.

Take care now. Yeah.

Hey, thanks for those numbers.

Yeah, you got it, man.

Hey, buddy--

you still want that cup of coffee?

Hell, yeah.

There you go.

Happy Birthday.

It's not my birthday.

Thanks, man.

I don't know what they did to me.

"They"?

That whole family-- they're weird.

Like obsessed.

Aren't you friends with Haley?

Was.

I-I guess.

But then she and her mom started

giving me the creeps.

Mrs. Jones would just stare at me.

And when Haley showed up
in homeroom with her hair

exactly like me a few weeks ago,

that was it, I was done.

So, Bree, what happened?

I turned 16 tonight.

Everyone threw this bonfire for me.

It was tons of fun.

And then the world went all weird.

I don't remember anything
until I woke up here--

in Haley's living room.

My pants off.

Where was Haley's father?

Standing over me.

Get off me!

Get off me!

We were here. We were asleep.

Mark heard something.

Bree was in the living
room and just ran out.

I have no idea

what she was even doing here.

Haley doesn't know either.

Mr. Jones,

I'm, uh, going to need to
collect your underwear.

No, no.

You can, uh, leave that door open,

if you don't mind.

I swear to you, I was sleeping.

I heard something.

I... came here and I...

saw Bree and she just...

just took off.

What was she doing here?

She has a key.

My wife gave it to her.

Told her she could hang
here anytime she wants.

Her parents, they...

they work.

They're not around a lot, so...

She's my daughter's best friend.

All right.

Why don't you put on some clothes.

You're going to need to come with us--

give your statement.

I just need a little more information.

Hey, Jim.

Yeah.

This SUV over here's

got mud all over the tires.

You might want to find out
whose it is. It's the Jones'.

Okay, so tell me again--

where were you all tonight?

Uh, we were here. We stayed in all night.

So the car just drove itself to the bonfire?

Is that what happened?

Huh?

It was me, I went.

What?! I knew what was going
to be going on there tonight.

And that's why I didn't want you to go.

So I went there and I took some pictures,
so that you could see

what I'm talking about...
Did people see you?!

Haley, it... Unbelievable!

I hate you! I hate you!

Okay, Officer Mitchell, Officer Mitchell,

why don't you take Haley

and buy her a soda on us, okay? You got it.

Miss, let's take a walk.

So what, you grabbed your camera,

said you were taking
pictures for the yearbook?

I'm going to need to see that camera.

Can you tell me who's in
this photo from last night?

These guys are all

baseball players.

Bryan Rupert and Cole
Maliska were my boyfriends.

Dave Henkel is.

And Trey Gallo wants to be.

Though some people

have been saying he already is.

And what about this one?

Whoa. He was there?

No, this creep

should not have been anywhere
near my party's galaxy.

Zack Fenish.

At school, even when I
don't see him following me,

I can smell the Sharpie on his fingernails.

I reported him for stalking last semester.

There's paperwork and everything.

So if you weren't invited
to Bree's birthday party,

why'd you go?

I was looking for someone.

That would be Bree, right?

Epic fail, sir.

No, I can't stand Bree Lindale,

her Neanderthal harem,

or the ozone of suck that
lingers around them all.

Well, according

your school disciplinary report

you were stalking her.

I was not stalking Bree Lindale.

I was stalking Haley Jones.

Zack.

Who always follows Bree around.

Haley's the one that I went
to go see at the party.

Zack... Dad, she's the
hottest girl at school.

'Cause I can tell

there's a vicious bad girl inside

just waiting to claw its way out.

And as soon as it does, I'm gonna be there

to rope it up and take it to homecoming.

Anyway, she wasn't even there,
so I just left.

Okay, that's all he's got to say.

That's it. Come on.

Sure. We're gonna need a DNA sample.

Absolutely not. My son-client

will not be offering any... All right,
all right, look, look,

I heard what happened to Bree,

and until Pops here gets
me my birthday Beemer,

I'm rolling ten-speed.

I don't think I took her
anywhere on my bike.

I got your message. What's going on?

Well, um...

You know the snapshots of the
bonfire Nicole Jones took?

Yeah.

Well, I checked the camera's memory drive.

Discovered some

recently-deleted photos.

They're all of Bree Lindale.

But not one of her own daughter.

Why don't you tell us about these photos

from your camera?

I had a daughter.

You mean another daughter?

Melissa.

She died when she was an infant.

It was before Haley was born.

When Haley became friends with Bree,

I couldn't help seeing that... Bree looked

just like Melissa.

But I thought you just said
she died when she was a baby.

I can see it in her eyes.

It's what Melissa would have
looked like if she had grown up.

So that's why you went
to Bree's birthday party

to take photos of her.

I let myself pretend, just...

for a moment that Bree is Melissa.

She isn't dead.

Then why did you, uh, delete her photos?

I was worried that Haley would find them.

We've never told Haley about Melissa.

Do you have any idea what it's like

to lose a daughter?

When I was driving away from that party,

Bree was drinking with those boys.

Did you-- did you even talk to the boys?

Tox from Bree Lindale.

Positive for GHB in her blood.

Date rape drug.

Yes, but Wendy said to tell you

the SAE came back negative for penetration.

However, there were epithelials

of an unknown male in the region.

By region, do you mean the pubic region?

Because the trace

on Bree Lindale's "down there place"

came back as Neatsfoot oil

and hydrotreated paraffinic
petroleum distillates.

Neatsfoot oil?

Used to use that to treat
our mitts in Pony League.

Much as I'm intrigued

by this bizarre equestrian
competition of which you speak,

the compound's actually
a consumer product sold

to condition baseball gloves.

What's up?

You need to swab me again?

No, no, the first swab

gave us what we needed--

a warrant to search your vehicle

while you were at batting practice.

Where we found...

...your GHB.

My trainer gave me that.

What about Bree Lindale?

What about her? She's my girlfriend.

I want you to listen to me now.

I know she was with you.

Now, if you want me to match

the muddy shoe impressions

all over your passenger side
floor mat to her, I will.

You're 18, man.

You'll go to jail. I didn't do anything.

You didn't drug her? Come on.

You didn't assault her?
I didn't get the chance to do anything.

I never do with Bree.

She keeps saying that she's saving herself.

But half the dugout's been saying

that Trey Gallo, the pitcher,
he's been hittin' it.

They even had a motel room.

Are you okay? What's wrong?

Do you want to go?

Figured no point in letting
that room go to waste.

Especially if Trey paid for it.

And that GHB-- that stuff barely worked.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?! Get off of me!

What do you think you're doing?! Bree, wait.

Surveillance cameras picked you up

walking down Fremont.

The motel's only a couple blocks from there.

You jumped out of Dave Henkel's truck.

Then what happened?

I was kinda freaked

and I didn't want to deal with getting home.

So you just crashed there?

The Joneses didn't drug you

or kidnap you?

No.

Then what did

Mr. Jones do to you?

Tell her what he did to you, Bree.

He didn't do anything.

I just didn't want Haley

to think we were friends again.

Like I was there for a slumber party

or something.

So your boyfriend drugs you,
attempts to rape you,

and you're willing

to let your friend's family take the rap?

Haley is not my friend.

Hey, Crime Scene,

check me out.

90 days clean, just me and Lady Caffeine.

Yeah, lookin' good.

Always, man. Flossin'!

Hi, Haley.

Parents around?

Okay. Well, I brought
back your mom's camera,

couple other things here, so...

Well, sorry to, uh,

sorry to interrupt you.

You want to see something?

And the hits just keep coming.

Don't worry about that.

Blow it off.

You don't get it, do you?!

My life is over!

* Come see

* The rumble and pleads

* Late show

* When I

* Can put this behind

* I don't know *

* Come see

* The lovely machine

* Break down

* Crisscross

* I won't be around *

* When she goes down...

The manager's daughter found the body

when she came in to clean the room.

Check-in records have her
listed as Tanya Carrow,

Arizona driver's license number.

Manager's wife

confirmed she checked in last night.

Man, she's only 32.

Long years, though.

Just got released from Arizona state pen.

Nine years on a narco rap.

Lot of priors before that, mostly drugs.

Foam around the mouth.

Clothes are damp from sweat.

Both indicate overdose.

Where's all her stuff?

There isn't any.

She could have just checked in to use.

Then where's the paraphernalia?

Flushed the evidence
before the high killed her?

Hey, Nick,

I hear you're putting
together a college fund

for Warrick's son?

Well...

Thank you, David. Appreciate it.

So what's with the shattered lamp?

She could have knocked it
over during her OD seizure.

Or there was someone else in here with her.

They could have used together, had a fight.

Could have grabbed Tanya's stuff and bailed.

Oh, God!

Maybe they heard something.

I'm on it.

Oh!

Uh, hi. From the Lime Crab.

The Crab Lime.

No, I am from the Crime Lab.

Were you here last night, sir?

Hmm. Hey, sweetheart,
firecracker wants to know

if we were here last night.

Oh, yeah, we were here, all right.

We were here,

over there and back there

and everywhere till my lumbar went out.

That's lumbar, mind you,

not lumber. Okay, that's...

Thank you. Sir, were you taping last night?

Oh, yeah, live at 11:00, 12:00 and 1:00.

All right, so I'll work on
amplifying and isolating

the background noises
from the neighboring room.

And I'll try to scrub my
mental tape deck of the rest.

Mm-hmm.

The frequency range for a live human voice

is much broader than what comes out

of a crappy motel TV-set speaker.

How many voices?

Two, from what I can tell.

And judging from the pitch,

they're both female.

Well, can you tell if
they're arguing or what?

They're pretty loud.

They'd have to be to get through
the walls, even thin ones.

I'm afraid we don't know much at all.

We know the cause of death
was multiple organ failure

due to oral ingestion of methamphetamine.

A lot more than a recreational dose.

My colleagues tell me there
was someone else in the room.

Possibly a fight.

But as far as what else
happened to your daughter,

we really don't know.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carrow.

I know you deserve more answers.

No, I don't.

You know, you think it's gonna be easy.

Even with her mom dead

and you busting your ass working every day,

small town like Eagar, Arizona,
you figure, you know,

what do you got to do to
keep her out of trouble?

By 16, she was already gone:

drugs and juvie.

It's lost.

It's a long ride up here,

and I realized that was probably

about the most time I'd ever spent on her.

Hadn't really talked for ten years.

So, no, I...

I don't know what she and
the world owed each other,

but, uh...

I don't deserve any answers.

* All this time I was wasting

* Hoping you would come around

* I've been giving out chances every time *

* And all you do is let me down *

* And it's taken me this long, baby *

* But I figured you out

* And you're thinking we'll be fine again *

* But not this time around

* You don't have to call anymore *

* I won't pick up the phone *

* This is the last straw

* Don't want to hurt anymore *

* And you can tell me that you're sorry *

* But I don't believe you,
baby, like I did before *

* You're not sorry *

* No, no, no

* No.

Okay, here's what we got.

The victim is a 16-year-old girl

who lives here on the premises.

She's the daughter of Mark and Nicole Jones

who run the motel.

You remember them, don't you?

I knew her.

She was stabbed in the chest.

Nick?

Nick, looks like a single wound.

Yeah, close kill like this,

the killer's probably covered with blood.

So, the girl's parents were inside
the apartment when this happened.

They didn't hear anything .

They came out and found her like this,
but we have a suspect.

The victim broke up with
her boyfriend yesterday.

Things got ugly, officers responded,

so we're bringing him in now. Good luck.

I heard this one was personal for you.

Hey, Nick, I found this in her pocket.

Same hairstyle, not the same girl, though.

I'll spiral out,
see if I can find the weapon.

Okay.

A few months ago, she came

to me and she said that she had a vision.

That's what she called it.

A miraculous vision of her destiny.

And she said that she was going to

embrace that destiny today.

She just told me

about it yesterday.

So she dumped you for St. Peter.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Where were you tonight?

I don't, I don't...

I was slinging crystal.

We're going to need a, uh,
a promise of immunity

before my client reveals his alibi to you.

I'll mention it to the DA.
He is not saying anything

until we've been legally
assured against prosecution.

I was in Reno.

Zack, please!

I was in Reno and I was...
I was there slinging crystal.

I was dealing drugs.

That's what I do.

And Haley, she helped me.

But if that's why she didn't
want to be with me anymore,

why I wasn't "fit for her destiny..."

I would have changed.

She didn't use drugs. I didn't have to.

I would have done whatever she wanted.

Now, the photo you found
in the victim's pocket...

I asked Archie to blow it up.

Well, at first we thought

this girl and her baby were in a park.

You see the barbed wire? Mm-hmm.

It's not a park.

It's a prison.

White Sands Youth Detention Center, Arizona.

You see the logo

on the guy's jacket?

Any idea when this was taken? Yes.

Archie dated the Polaroid
stock by batch number,

narrowed it down to 1993.

Now, the foliage here suggests summer,

so we checked the facility's records.

Three Caucasian inmates
gave birth that summer.

One of those babies had the
same birth date as Haley Jones.

So Haley was adopted.

Mm-hmm.

What's her name, the birth mother?

Tanya Carrow.

Overdosed at the Park Pines

back in November. Tanya Carrow.

She went and found her daughter.

Mark and Nicole Jones denied knowing her.

They might be telling the truth
if it was a blind adoption.

Pull my other leg and it plays
"Jingle Bells."

Hi, uh, my name is Tanya.

Tanya Carrow. Remember me?

Um, I'm not here to make trouble.

I was just wondering if
I could see my daughter.

We had Tanya's juvie record unsealed.

She was 16 years old.
She was babysitting your daughter.

We would never have left Melissa with her

if we had known that she was...

Getting high?

We... We were just going to the movies,

and we had asked Tanya if she would

give Melissa a bath before she put her down.

She left her in the tub.

She drowned.

Okay, so Tanya's in juvie.
She finds out she's pregnant.

And that's when we get this call that, um...

she wants to make amends.

A life for a life.

Haley for Melissa?

So, 16 years later, she shows up,

wants to see Haley, who doesn't even know

she's adopted.

What do you do?

I gave her a room.

She never checked out, so what happened?

Nicole went to see her that night.

She went to her room and, um...

she told Tanya

that she would never, ever see Haley.

They fought.

Tanya agreed that, um... she'd leave.

I kinda figured the disappointment...

I guess that's

what made Tanya kill herself.

Are you sure she killed herself?

No coffee breaks right now,

my man.

Yeah?

I'm moving, into a dorm.

Got a student loan.

W.L.V.U.

Hospitality Studies.

Oh, a few months ago, I saw something.

Mrs. Jones came out of room eight

with two coffee cups.

I thought it was strange she went

all the way over there to toss them.

I could smell the meth.

The next morning you were here
and that woman in room eight...

She was dead. I didn't tell
you about it at the time

because I figured you wouldn't
believe somebody like me.

The old me.

Nick?

I found this under the mattress.

It was an accident.

I was in the office.

Haley came in.

With that hair.

I told her it looked disgusting

and that she would have to dye it back,

or I'd cut it off.

So she stormed out.

I grabbed the scissors.

You were just trying to give her a haircut?

I was just trying to scare
her a little, to finally

get her to do something
that I wanted for once.

You dye it back

or I swear to God, I will cut it myself.

Leave me alone!

You little bitch!

I hate you! I've always hated...

Why didn't you call 911?

I don't know.

She was dead when she hit the ground. I...

I panicked.

Her hair, huh?

It wasn't just the hair.

It was everything.

It was the mouth, the attitude,
her boyfriend...

She was just always trying to get to me.

The hair... the hairstyle,
it was just one more thing.

Something that I would hate. Yeah, because

it made her look exactly like Tanya.

That is her real mother, right?

The one that killed your daughter.

And who you killed four months ago.

She was an addict.

She killed herself.

We talked to Haley's boyfriend.

He told us about the stash of
meth Haley was holding for him.

It was hidden in her room.

And when it went missing,
they figured, you found it,

flushed it.

But you didn't flush it,
did you, Mrs. Jones?

Zack volunteered a sample of the meth,

and we matched it to the
drugs that were found

in Tanya's stomach the night she died.

And I have an eyewitness that saw you

toss two coffee cups into
the Dumpster that night.

One of which was laced with meth.

How did you get her to drink it, Nicole?

Hmm?

Was it a peace offering?

She had no right to just show up.

So you killed her.

No. Yeah.

And when you saw that Haley
looked exactly like Tanya at 16,

you killed her again.

I never wanted her.

Mark brought her into our home.

I had a daughter.

She was murdered.

So I'm supposed to let the ghost
of that murderer live with me?

Sleep in the next room?

You all right?

She didn't have to die, Ray.

You're right.

She didn't have to die.

You aren't beating yourself
up about this, are you?

If I could have figured
out what was going on

in Tanya Carrow's murder sooner,

then Nicole Jones would've been locked up.

Haley would still be alive.

I knew you were a fellow masochist.

Tell me what your favorite
form of self-flagellation is.

Tell you what I like to do.

Get on the Internet.

Go to a Web site, movie site.

Find my favorite movie of the moment.

And then I like to read all
the comments telling me

why I'm wrong and have such terrible taste.

And when I really can't sleep,
I like to sculpt orchids

because it's the only thing that will

silence the voices in my head.

But tonight, there's only one voice.

And she keeps asking me what happened.

What happened?

What happened is a young
girl died because of events

that were set in motion long
before she was ever born.

It doesn't make it feel any better, does it?

You know, Nick?

Everyone keeps telling
me what this job isn't.

How you feel right now

tells me what it is.

I'm so sorry, Nick.