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Nobody knew he was coming.

Nobody knew his name.

Well, if you'd stop talking
for a minute, you'd understand.

The investigation's been compromised.

Lives are at risk.

How many people do the
right thing anymore?

Have a conscience?

Don Cook didn't even know what he saw.

El Matocho doesn't kill for the thrill

or because he was abused as a child.

He kills because it's
his answer to everything.

I had him eyewitnessed.

It was enough for an indictment.

No indictment, no trial.

He goes free and La
Tijera gets stronger.

So don't patronize me by saying
this might be an accident.

I'm not asking you for an advise

I'm telling you

I want Grissom.

1000 Chestnut and 918...

Maybe the reception sucks out here.

I said I want Grissom.

Say I asked for him personally.

I don't want anyone touching anything.

Thanks for all

your help, guys.

Case is reassigned to Grissom.

He's home sick, Maddy.

Yeah, I heard all about it
from Ecklie. Blah, blah, blah.

The point that he and
you seem to be missing

is that I have 18

grand jurists sifting through evidence,

trying to help me indict
one of the deadliest gangs

this city has ever...

Who's in charge of the scene?!

I am.

For God's sake.

Madeleine Klein, Deputy DA.

Albert Robbins, Clark County Coroner.

Talk to me, David.

Confirms it's Don Cook.

This is on us.

What do you got, Doc?

Other than the obvious
burns over the better part

of his body, there's this.

He was shot.

Let me read it down to you

Isolated stretch of Route 2,

burned car on the shoulder,

burned male victim out
of the car 20 feet away.

Single gunshot wound to the lower back.

Passing motorist called it in.

Fire department arrived
within 12 minutes.

Fire burned so hot, they had to use foam

to put it out, which, of
course, is never good for us.

Where is he?

I've been waiting over an hour for you.

What, are you walking here?

How many times have I gotten out of bed

in the middle of the night for you, Gil?

Yeah. Yeah, well, I'd
like to phone it in, too.

I left an AA meeting for this.

Trumps walking pneumonia.

Here you go,
Eyes-and-Ears.

We'll keep in touch.

So the Deputy DA got out of bed for you?

Whose bed?

Talk to me about the road.

All right.

The debris path starts
approximately 100 yards

from where the vehicle came to rest.

Show me what you see.

What are you doing, a catalog shoot?

Where's your matching
hat with your pom-pom?

Leave me alone. I have a cold.

So, based on the debris pattern,

the victim was driving the
car when the blaze started.

Swerving all over the road.

Probably because he was on fire.

What do you think?

Sounds about right.

Gesundheit.

Thanks.

Boy, I hope I'm not getting sick.

I'm not finding any pour
patterns on the exterior.

The hood

and the front quarter
panels are down to the primer

and the front tires are
burnt down to the rim.

Think the fire probably started
in the engine compartment.

New car engines

don't catch fire, not by accident.

Now we'll have to get it back
to the lab for a closer look.

And guys on fire don't
stop to close doors.

No, no, I talked to the
battalion chief about that.

He said the driver's side was open

when his boys showed up,

and that the pressure from
the hose probably closed it.

Probably?

Hosers.

Nick, come here.

Clear that off, would you?

"L-A-T." That's
La Tijera's tag.

Boy, you look like hell.

I need sugar. You got a soda?

Nice to see you, too, Maddy.

Six months' worth of investigation;

two months working with the grand jury;

five low-level indictments
against the LATs.

Why you? 'Cause you're the
only one who won't screw it up.

My team won't screw it up.

Oh, right.

Your team.

Warrick Brown got mixed
up with a crooked judge.

Sanders ran down a
civilian while on duty.

Ms. Willows lied about
being at a crime scene,

among other things.

And who can forget Stokes,
your straight arrow?

Suspected of killing
his hooker girlfriend.

How does the song go?

"You call me up, I get 'em out of it"?

If it weren't for me,
you'd have no team.

Are you done?

Sorry. You have a...?

This was recorded two weeks ago.

This guy had no idea

that what he saw

was the key to bringing down La Tijera

and their leader El Matocho.

Okay, I know this is my third violation,

but I was not speeding.

I
- I blew past that light because I had a fight with my wife.

Listen, you're not here for
a traffic violation, okay?

Now, after you ran the red light,

the street camera didn't pick you up

at the next intersection.
Where'd you go?

Okay, look, I, I cannot
have my license suspended.

I have a vending machine business.

You're not here for a traffic violation.

Let's get that straight.

Now, did you see anyone in particular?

You remember that night?

Yeah, yeah, no. Um, yeah,
there was, there was a guy

who walked past my car.

Okay.

I thought I was gonna get
robbed on top of everything else.

Can you identify him, hmm?

Sure, yeah.

He walked under a streetlight.
I saw him. I saw him real clear.

He, um...

He was Hispanic, uh, I don't
know, bald, scary-looking.

"LAT" carved into the
cheek of the victim

is the signature of El Matocho,

La Tijera's number one.

He killed this guy
- Little Gordo,

but he was a ghost; no face, no name.

Until Don Cook ID'd Emilio Alvarado

coming out of Little Gordo's house

around the time of the murder.

Turns out Alvarado

was caught up in a gang sweep

day after the murder. Parole violation.

He got 30 days.

PD thought he was just another lowlife.

Due to be released in 52 hours.

Can't indict Alvarado
with a dead witness.

We need to prove conspiracy.

You need to prove that Alvarado
ordered a hit on your witness.

How long do you think it'll take you

to bone up on these and put a suit on?

Can I smoke in here?

Uh, no.

It's a... it's a government building.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

So when was the last time you saw Don?

Last night.

We go to my folks' house every Sunday.

Mrs. Cook, did you know
that your husband was going

to testify before a grand jury?

We talked about it.

I told him I didn't want him to do it.

But he found out about this
girl, what the gang did to her.

Did he confide in anyone else?

He said it was a secret.

Did you tell anyone?

No.

Well... sort of.

I told my mom and dad
and my best friend Jenny.

She's my hairdresser.
I tell her everything.

I'm gonna need their phone numbers.

Did I do something wrong?

Oh, hey, Dave,

nice haircut. What gives?

Oh, Mrs. Phillips. An extreme makeover.

Mm. Oh, make sure you get
those photos to Grissom.

I'm all over it.

Sign of a good marriage.

Wife still wants to change him.

So your vic's burns are
concentrated on the face, hands,

knees and feet.

It's consistent with an engine fire.

Jacketed hollowpoint.

One cannelure. Looks like a. 38.

Yeah.

Entered through the right renal artery.

That's COD.

Wow. I bet it reeks in here.

I wouldn't know.

Thank God for stuffy noses.

Yeah.

DA Klein asked Grissom,

who asked Catherine, who
told me to tell you that

we need to figure out
if the victim was shot

before he got in the car,
while he was in the car

or after he got out.

Okay, uh, there was no
blood trail at the scene.

Fire pretty much took care of that.

And I doubt you're gonna
find any trace of blood

in that burnt-up driver seat.

Wow, I've got to give
her more than that.

Be my guest.

Skin on a seat belt buckle.

You know,

if I got shot and I'm
trying to get away,

I'm not gonna take the
time to put my seat belt on.

Eliminates the first scenario.

So either the shooter
kidnaps him and shot him

while he was driving... I don't know.

Greg, I think we would
have found evidence

of somebody else inside the vehicle.

Which leaves us with the last scenario.

I think I just found my
reason for getting out of bed

this morning.

Check it out.

The same guy that tampered with the car

could have followed.

Made sure the job was done.

Who killed him? Do you have
evidence that the witness

was murdered? How did they kill him?

One at a time, Miss Leahy.

Do you know who killed him?

We don't know yet.

Our investigation is still ongoing.

What was the guy gonna tell us?

Until Dr. Grissom can
corroborate Mr. Cook's

testimony, I can't tell you

the content. Mr. O'Shea.

We've been locked up
in here ten hours a day,

two months, all
cloak-and-dagger.

La Tijera doesn't know
we're investigating them,

so they couldn't know about the witness.

Well, we found their
signature at the crime scene.

So it's possible they do know.

If they got to this witness,
could they get to us?

I have a family.

So do I.

I want to know how the gang
found out about Don Cook.

Me, too.

Or else I want off this jury.

Got any coffee?

I got lots of tea.

Good.

You know, when we first
asked Cook to testify

he said no, and, uh, but...

you know, I couldn't let it go.

So I called him up about a week later

and, uh, took him to lunch
and I showed him a picture

of, uh... of a girl that
they had killed, you know.

She was 16, innocent, beautiful.

She was raped, shot,

and urinated on.

And when that didn't kill her,

they slit her throat.

So I had him on the hook.

When I told him that, uh,
you know, if he testified,

I'd protect him and his family
if the case ever came to trial.

On Friday, he called Maddy,

said he changed his mind, he'd testify.

And on Sunday...

he was dead.

I couldn't protect him.

Thanks.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Oh, man, you look beat up.

I feel beat up.

Why don't you, uh, take
a break. I got this.

No, no, I'm cool. I can push through it.

Yeah.

You're, uh, breaking the Lab's budget

for rubber gloves here, dawg.

Listen, get some rest, man.

You'd do the same for me.

Yeah, okay.

I processed the driver's side.

I was about to get to the
passenger's side glove box.

I owe you one, man.

Yeah, you do.

Ooh.

Mr. O'Malley? Detective Jim Brass.

Can I talk to you? Sure.

Ballistics has confirmed
that your son-in-law

was killed with your gun.

Wait a minute.

You told me this morning
he died in a car fire.

I know what I told you,

but why didn't you
tell me about the gun?

How did it end up in his car?

Go inside.

I gave it to him. Why?

Because he asked me for it.

All right, look, it's
got five rounds in it.

There's no safety on it.

So all I got to do is
just point it and shoot it?

Yeah. Now look, if you
think you're being followed,

don't be a hero. Call the police.

Hey, look, I begged
Donnie not to testify.

He and Cody had everything to lose.

They were doing great with
their vending machines.

No grandkids yet,

but that's probably
'cause their marriage

was shaky already.

Cody has her mother's temper.

She loved him though.

We all did.

Look, as long as I'm out here,
do you mind if I look around?

My wife and daughter are pretty upset.

I don't want you guys in
here bothering them anymore.

CSI Sanders

confirmed that the
trajectory of the gun lined up

with the victim's body as he

tried to exit the vehicle.

The engine fire would
have reached approximately

800 degrees within two minutes.

Enough heat was
transmitted to the glove box

to cause the gun inside to discharge.

Witness was killed by his own gun.

Do you know who set the fire?

No, Your Honor, not yet.

CSI found La Tijera's tag

painted on the car's rear bumper.

You can't charge the
entire gang, counsel.

Alvarado's set to be released in just

over 24 hours. If he gets out...

we lose him forever.

We need a warrant to
search his apartment.

I can't give you a warrant just because

she doesn't want him to get out of jail.

Where's your probable cause?

You saw the video.

Cook placed Alvarado at the house

at the time of the murder.

Mere presence.

Counsel, I got to get back to my trial.

Your Honor, Alvarado is an
admitted member of La Tijera.

Their initials were
carved into the cheek

of the murder victim

in the house that
Alvarado was seen exiting.

We need the clothes that
Alvarado was wearing that night.

Hopefully, he didn't have
time to do his laundry.

The grand jurors are on board with this?

They will be, Your Honor.

Hey, Griss.

Restocked your case.

You were low on batteries and pheno.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Apartment 5967.

Alvarado's crib.

Hey, Grissom, I got tickets
to the Rebels tomorrow night.

If you're feeling any better
and you want to check it out.

I'll be in bed.

You feeling okay?

Yeah. My ears are still ringing, though.

This place reeks of sulfur.

I found about ten of
these butane cans so far.

Any evidence that's here is gone.

Yeah, well, there's burn patterns

all over these walls.

They must have splashed
butane all over everything.

And butane dissipates quick.

The other guy was probably
watching us the whole time.

There's nails all over the place.

Grissom, I think I found
the point of origin.

Green plastic.

Sugar, butane, and nails.

Add some

egg whites in a soda bottle.

You got a MacGyver bomb.

Crude, but it works.

I think they were looking to do
more than just destroy evidence.

You running for warrants, Mitch?

Yeah.

Impound their cars. You got it.

Mitch, I want to see this guy's hands.

You ain't a cop, fool.

He's bigger than a cop. Show
him your hands, princess.

They're clean.

Want to lick 'em and find out?

You think this is a game?

Huh?

This one's clean.

What about this one?

Clean.

Turn his pockets.

Sugar.

What's this?

You been baking cookies?

So, who gave you the order
to torch that apartment?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

And why that apartment?

Who do you know lives there?

Nobody.

I got a mental illness.

I'm a firebug.

I'm loco.

You're loco? Who knows?

Maybe I'll set the lawyer
lady's house on fire.

Hey, little man with the big mouth.

It doesn't matter what you say,

'cause all your boys are going to hear

is that you rolled on Alvarado.

Sit down.

Just bought yourself another ten years.

I'm going to hand-pick your cell mate.

Well, that didn't help.

That kid wouldn't roll if I gave
him a night with Jessica Alba.

You're pretty good at
making enemies, Maddy.

That's why I'm unlisted,
divorced and carry a gun.

Did you take Cook back
to Little Gordo's house?

You know, maybe to verify his story?

Yeah, I always take my secret witnesses

on a bus tour of the "hood. "

You know, when Don Cook
first refused to testify

that he saw Alvarado come
out of Little Gordo's house,

you know what I did?

I took him to an
out-of-town diner

and bought him a cup of coffee.

What'd you do?

I went to Little Gordo's.

Damn it.

Good job, Maddy.

They saw me.

I can't even blame it on the booze.

All they had to do was trail
me back to the courthouse

and watch me go into
the security entrance

with 18 escorted jurors.

That's how they knew grand jury.

Damn it!

This is where you're supposed to say,

"It's okay. It could happen to anyone.

It's not your fault Don Cook is dead. "

Like hell it isn't.

Hey, Nick!

You've got an artful tagger.

What?

Don Cook's car bumper.

Gangbanger blended his
green with another color.

Not visible to the human eye.

Of course, I caught it.

You mean the GCMS caught it?

Well, if that's a
hair you want to split.

Suspect used green paint
with a hint of cerulean blue.

Probably for impact.

You know, in China people
wear masks when they're sick.

It's considered impolite
to infect your coworkers.

Maybe you should go work in China.

Maybe you should wear a mask.

Now, this is everything Alvarado had

and was wearing when they arrested him?

Thank you.

He's been in isolation for two weeks.

I could tell you everything
he's got in his cell.

They assigned me special.

Does he get any yard time? Nope.

I take him for hall walks.

Not allowed any contact
with anybody but me.

Why do you need to see him?

Just want to rattle his cage a bit.

That cool with you? Good luck.

Hey, Alvarado,

get up.

Cell check.

So, you always clean your
boots with bleach, El Matocho?

Something funny?

Matocho.

Nonsense word.

You know where this name comes from?

There's a legend in Central America.

This man, he woke up in a bad mood.

Killed eight members of
his family with a machete

and then went and had breakfast.

Matar.

To kill.

Ocho. Eight.

"To kill eight. "

El Matocho.

That's great.

The way I see it, you're
going to have lots of time

to tell all kinds of great stories.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Alvarado is a suspect in three cases.

First, he allegedly kills

Little Gordo. Then,

the only witness who could
identify him is killed.

And last, but certainly not least,

he allegedly orders Raphael Gomez

to blow up his apartment. La Tijera

is responsible for all three crimes.

Tags at both scenes,

and Gomez is an admitted
member of the gang.

According to Hodges,

the tagger didn't use spray paint.

He used an oil-based specialty paint.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

You got photos?

Here you go.

This "L" looks like it was stenciled.

Then, it looks like the tagger

painted over it a second time,

to make it look freehand.

What?

Yeah, those, uh...

those do look like brush strokes.

Well, gangs don't use paintbrushes.

I assumed the tags were authentic.

We've been moving in
the wrong direction.

Cody, come on out here.

So, you think this gang
messed with Don's car

while we were having dinner?

That's what we're here to find out.

Cody, Mr. Brass wants to talk to you.

Hi, Cody.

Where was your son-in-law's
car parked that night?

Right over there.

Those are nice. Did you make those?

Yeah, a hobby of mine
after I lost my job.

Forced retirement.

You know how it goes. Mmm.

Want to buy one?

You keep the garage door
closed when you're not working?

Well, it's not like
we have any neighbors.

Anything ever gone missing?

Sure, Cody's taking stuff all the time.

She'd rather spend her money on clothes.

Kids.

Mind if I take this crate?

What for?

Fingerprints.

Well, you're going
to find mine all over.

That's why I'm going
to get yours, too, sir.

So I can exclude you.

Follow me.

So, let me get this straight.

You come to your
parents' house for dinner

and Don's the only one that leaves.

I already told you why
I wasn't in that car.

My husband and I were arguing.

He was yelling at me.

Okay, I'm having a hard
time keeping it straight.

You do like my dress?
You don't like my dress?

Can we please just not
talk about this now?

When should we talk about it?

Cody, get in the car.

No, I'm not going to get in the car.

Listen. I loved the dress till
I found out it cost 300 bucks.

You have a closet full of dresses...

Get in the car.

No. Not until you apologize.

Apologize to my parents!

I'm not apologizing.

I told him not to call me
until the court thing was over.

I needed to cool off.

My dad says I was lucky.

Ma'am,

I'm going to need to get
your fingerprints, too.

I don't like where this is going.

It's going downtown.

So you killed him.

And made it look like a gang did it.

And then you could buy all
the expensive dresses you want.

I loved my husband.

I didn't kill him, okay?

You don't know me.

You don't know my life.

I found your fingerprints on a stencil.

It was the one with
green paint all over it.

And the paint from one
of your paintbrushes

is a match to the car.

Your daughter said you disappeared

into the garage right after dinner.

That's when you stuck
the rag in the engine

between the catalytic
converter and the heat shield.

I think we all know what that did. Hmm?

Hey, you don't want
to say anything, fine.

Write him up.

Process him.

You think the daughter
had anything to do with it?

No. How could you?!

Cook was her meal ticket.
You son of a bitch!

You were gonna kill your own daughter?!

No I did this for you

Over money so you
could get our business?!

I would never let you get in that car!

Well, you didn't try to stop
me! You just stood there!

How many Sundays did you come
over and bitch to your mother

about that selfish, ungrateful bastard?!

Don wanted to give you
the money; I said no!

And all those nights Mom
and I stayed up talking

it was about you!

You owed me! I hate you!

I did you a favor!

Go to hell

Never thought I'd be disappointed

that we solved a case.

Hmm.

Court personnel files?

Reading upside down is a talent

What are you looking for?

The leak.

90 minutes after the warrant was issued,

Alvarado's apartment went up.

So you're looking at
the judge, his staff,

the clerk that issued the warrant,

court reporter, any cops who knew...

Yeah, but according to
this, everybody cleared.

The only ones left
are the grand jurors...

Thanks for coming

All right. No worries.
Wasn't sleeping anyway.

Big surf movie marathon
on cable right now.

Ah. Yeah, Big Wednesday,

Endless Summer, Local Boys.

Dude. Yeah.

So we need to review some
phone records, and fast.

Okay. It's going to be tough
to go fast with that many names.

Oh, no. I can narrow it down.

It's a 90-minute window, yesterday,

at 12:00 noon to 1:30.

Just cell phone calls. Okay.

Give me a name and a number.

Timothy O'Shea. 702...

He called two numbers.

Do a reverse lookup.

Looks like he called his
wife and his home line.

Next.

Cole Zampas...

702-555-014...

Jessica Varge...

Darby Vance, 555-013...

Marie Leahy.

Okay.

Huh. No user information.

It usually means disposable cell phone.

Has she called the number before,

within the last two weeks?

Monday through Friday, both weeks,

she called a different
disposable cell phone.

That's weird.

Okay. Try the text messages.

Yeah.

See the pattern?

Every night around 11:00 p. m.,

someone texts her a number,

which she then calls the next day.

How did they contact you, Miss Leahy?

Uh... a few weeks ago, at
a gas station near my house,

this, uh...

this woman comes up to me and, uh...

she knows everything about Peter.

That's my little brother in Chicago.

He's only 19.

Got ten years for
something he didn't do.

And she said they'd get him out.

And they did.

Guy just confessed and my
brother's set to go free.

Did that witness die because of me?

Can you give us a
description of the woman?

She was white,

uh, short brown hair...

I'm sorry.

I only seen her once.

Alvarado gets out in the morning.

It is the morning.

Exactly.

You know, none of
these people make a move

without a direct order from Alvarado,

especially not torching his own place.

What are you saying?

Well, think about it.

When Marie leaked the
warrant information,

it had to have gone in and
out through him somehow.

He's the boss.

I don't see how; the guy's
in complete isolation.

They even assigned him a
special hand-picked guard.

Look.

There's no privileges in isolation.

Things still move in
and out of his cell:

laundry, food.

The only thing I saw from
the outside was a book.

They say he's a big reader.

But I looked it over; there's nothing.

What about all the other
books he's been reading?

How does Alvarado get his books?

It's like a regular library.

When a book's checked
out, a trustee wres down

the inmate's name,
booking number and date.

Gets checked back in the same way.

I need to see every book
that Alvarado checked out.

What Is the What? The Infinite Plan,

and Herzog.

Oh... and The Inferno.

Alphabetical by author?

Mm-hmm.

David Eggers.

There's pages missing.

Allende.

How many books has he
read in the last 48 hours?

Two.

He said he didn't like this one;

returned it yesterday afternoon.

Where's The Inferno?

Hold up a minute.

Orders to process him out.

Just hold him.

This is a good book, Mr. Alvarado.

Which Circle of Hell would you be in?

The Seventh, the outer one.

Those who commit
violence against others.

Souls plunge into a
river of boiling blood.

Officer, do you have a lighter?

No pen, no paper...

so you used what you had, huh?

A book for paper,

and for ink, urine.

Once the urine dries,

the writing becomes invisible...

until it's heated,

making the acid in the urine turn brown.

Then you, uh, put the
book back in the library,

another prisoner checks it out,

tears out the page,
gives it to a visitor,

and you get your message out.

Yes?

Put him back in his house.

Mira, usted se va a morir.

Well, I was right about Alvarado:

he was leaving Vegas.

Otherwise, he would
have killed me himself.

You okay?

Yeah.

Guess now, I owe you one, huh?

I don't keep score, Madeleine.

You know what, Gilbert?

You're the only man I know
who's never let me down.

Which means that you're
either a classic enabler

or my soul mate.

Hi.