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♪ They say I just got a buck, uh, get into it, yuh ♪

♪ Pop out with a truck, ha, get into it, yuh ♪

♪ If you go to church, I said get into it, yuh ♪

♪ And if she ain't got a butt ♪

♪ Get into it, yuh ♪

♪ And I say I just got a buck... ♪

♪ Pop out with a truck, get into... ♪

♪ Get into it, yuh. ♪

Watch out!

Hey, get out. We have to go check.

Damn.

I think she's dead.

Dude, we got to do something.

No, totally, you're right.

No cap, we almost just died.

There's this car here on the side

of the road, there's money everywhere.

I think this chick is dead.

Did you lock the door?

Yes. Yes.

Okay.

Is it work?

Uh...

It's a guy I grew up with, but it's probably,

like, his call from jail or something. Wait,

did you need to get it?

Uh...

No.

You know, he would understand.

Yeah. Oh! Yeah?

He sounds like a bad influence.

Oh, you go to cut people like that out.

Maybe you should block him.

Oh, you got a lot of people you block? Mm-hmm.

How many people you got on that list?

What?

Okay.

All right.

It's work. You can't block that.

Whatever it is, let's solve it fast.

Here she is.

Detective, you want to take his statement?

So, uh, you two ride in together?

Carpooling's good for the planet, boss. Carpooling.

That's what they're calling it nowadays?

Mm-hmm.

You know, Catherine told me that, uh, you two

had to pump the brakes on that, uh, search?

For whoever killed her friend?

Yeah.

All right. Well,

while I've got you, I want you to run this.

Our victim's name is Mindy Downs.

She was found dead in her car by a group of teens.

They carpooled up here to quote/unquote,

"drink in peace."

Any other witnesses?

That's the thing about a ghost town-- nobody's talking.

And the kids weren't involved?

No, I cleared 'em. Neither set of tire tracks

matched their vehicle.

Two sets of tracks. Mm.

So that's why highway patrol called us all the way up here.

That, and our kid driver said that there was another car

fishtailing out of the scene when they drove up,

almost hit 'em.

And there's a little case

of all this loose cash

just floating around. Yep.

Lots of it.

Well, whoever hit her left some of their headlight behind.

And if she was rammed into the telephone pole,

the back end would be totaled,

but it kind of looks like she ran into it herself.

Maybe, maybe not.

You know how it is with collisions--

so much evidence, so many possibilities. Mm.

Mindy's registration was in her glove compartment.

She lives up the way. Treasure Hill. Ooh.

Looks like the bag got tossed in the accident. Whoa.

Somebody was on their way out of town.

Or robbed a stagecoach.

Yeah, maybe we should ask the barkeep at the saloon.

Jack.

Introduce us to Ms. Downs.

I've had all of three minutes with her, but

her liver temp puts her time of death at 2:00 a.m.

Contusions, abrasions, broken nose.

She didn't buckle up for safety.

Well, the front end's not totaled. She couldn't have

been going more than 25 miles an hour. And the airbag's deployed.

I know. Her injuries don't seem like they'd be fatal.

So how'd she die?

I don't think the blood

on her chest came from her nose.

Hey, Jack, can you pull Mindy back for me, please?

Sure thing.

Oh, would you look at that.

Damn. That's an entry wound.

Road rage?

Doesn't look like it was motivated by money.

They shot her and left it all blowing around.

No traffic cams. No witnesses.

Just ghosts. You know,

killers always leave a trail, Joshua.

Just have to find it.

♪ 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! ♪

No soot, burns or stippling around the wound.

Whoever shot Ms. Downs wasn't in the car with her.

I mean, it couldn't have been that close, right?

Can we see the slug? Sonya's got to pull it at autopsy.

The last time I disturbed evidence

before it got to my sister's morgue,

she shaved off my eyebrows in my sleep.

My little sister scares me, too.

I got ahold of the husband. Mm.

He's gonna come in for an ID. Thinking we get a GSR test.

Catherine's back at the lab. Ask her to run a kit.

Your antennae up?

I didn't love his vibe on the phone. And, you know, Mm.

spouses are always worth a look.

Even if the smart money is on road rage.

Wouldn't be the first time somebody

with a hair-trigger temper

had a trigger in their pocket, mm?

That why you don't carry?

Um, no.

I'm not quick to temper.

I just think that

a criminalist's best weapon is her brain.

Hey, Al, how we doing?

So...

no bullet casings in the car, no bullet casings

within a 30-foot radius outside the car.

Maybe the killer knew well enough to clean up their brass.

Only thing I know for sure

is tire tracks point to Mindy driving south.

Maybe her killer intimidates her from behind, clips her car.

She's distracted by his aggression,

doesn't see the pole.

But that wasn't enough for him.

Boom.

Except...

Mindy was shot before she hit the pole.

If she'd been shot

after the accident...

there'd be blood spatter on the right side of the airbag,

but look.

There's no spatter, and just blots. So...

She was shot before the crash.

Boy.

They hit a target moving fast. We're looking

for a hell of a shooter.

I thought you just wanted us to come and identify Mindy.

I appreciate your help, Mr. Downs.

I know this can't be easy.

This is just a standard test for gunshot residue.

To rule you out. Bighorn season's

just started. Uh, I-I haven't even gone out yet,

so you're not gonna find anything on me.

Mindy had a bag full of cash and clothes

in the back seat of her car.

Was she going on a trip?

I don't know.

I don't know about the cash. That's...

I'm not sure. I've been so busy

at my garage-- I'm a mechanic-- and

Mindy's been lonely.

I think she was going her mom's.

She was going to Mom's again?

She didn't tell me that.

Is that out of the ordinary?

She usually tells me.

You were right.

Um, there's nothing here.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Amy.

Call me if anything occurs to you.

Thanks.

...22 long rifle stinger. Hollow point.

Not my first. We see those a lot.

Fits both pistols and rifles.

The wound cavity is more compact than expected for a .22.

Something must have

slowed the bullet down, maybe ricocheted off a bone.

I want a radiograph to be sure. But first,

let me get your angle measurements.

I'll need an extra hand with that...

Trajectory rod?

Hm.

I know Dr. Ramirez did not like you.

I think maybe he was wrong.

Thank you. I guess.

Thirty-six.

Forty-two.

Forty-four.

Okay.

Hey, what you got?

Our shooter was a little behind and to the right of Mindy,

shooting downward. About 42 degrees.

That's a really steep angle. Maybe the shot

came from inside a lifted pickup truck?

But a pickup truck that large

would have crushed her car when they hit it, right?

My next guess was a monster truck. This...

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

Come on, you've never heard of demolition derby?

Mm-hmm, no.

Okay, well, you know.

Um, found the bullet, and...

Hold on.

Almost missed this.

There's something on this.

Yeah. Something green.

It's like the bullet passed through something

before hitting Mindy.

Or maybe they coated their ammo with it?

I'm gonna go get Beau to run this.

Sonya gave you a itty bitty gift.

Say thank you, Joshua.

Thank you.

Tiniest sample of all time.

Well, like my wife always says...

a little goes a long way.

When she's cooking with saffron.

I'll, uh... go to Ballistics.

That could be the thing slowing it down. It could.

Boss? It could... Yeah?

Polypropylene, huh.

Back in the private sector, we used to put it in everything.

Rope, twine, tape,

carpeting, upholstery,

fast fashion, camping equipment,

cooking equipment... Shrimp cocktail,

shrimp gumbo... It's Beau-ba Gump.

Do I have a sign on my back? We only haze

the ones we love, and I think what Folsom

is referring to that every product

in the world

is not the lead we're looking for.

Maybe the shooter

used a product made from polypropylene

as a makeshift silencer.

I've been, uh,

thinking about what you're going through,

and, uh, I know it's got to be tough,

working with Chavez, but

I think if you give her a chance, you'll really like her.

What do you mean? Wh...

Have I been weir...

Shut up, dude.

Chavez is really pretty.

You're just jealous that Folsom got to her first, so don't

take it out on me, okay?

Touché.

Seriously,

have I been acting weird?

Do people think I'm being rude?

Let's get this into NIBIN and see if we can get a match

on some old crime. I would love to stay

and get teased mercilessly,

but I'm needed in Reconstruction.

Huh. Interesting.

I, uh...

Yeah. Folsom didn't text me.

Stop.

Oh. Hey.

So, the bullet is running through NIBIN.

Oh. What have we here?

Puzzle.

Hm. Headlight glass from the car that crashed into Mindy.

If we can figure out the make and model of their car,

might be able to ID the shooter.

I mean, before I help you, I am

going to need to hear you to say it.

You are the jigsaw puzzle queen.

See? That wasn't so hard, was it, Joshua?

Didn't like that.

Yeah? Yo, it's Trey.

Hey, Trey. What's going on, man?

I tried calling, so I came through.

Why are you here?

I need a favor.

I got pranked.

Someone filled my car

with freakin' weasels. Hundreds of 'em, man.

Weasel-- your, uh, your old nickname, right?

Well, I got to get whoever it is back.

I figure all our friends are already in the system.

Can you lift the prints,

help me figure out

which of the pricks did it?

I'd love to help to you, man, but we have a policy against

using work equipment for personal use.

You got it good here, Folsom.

Hi, I'm Trey.

Hey. Allie.

This is Allie?

Oh, I've heard about you.

Yeah...

I get it. Uh, hey,

we-we got, uh... Huh?

Allie's got some work to do, so... Yeah.

Bye, Allie.

Bye, Trey. Oh.

Oh, I, uh, talked to your mom the other day.

Jeanette-- she's out?

Yeah, got her some scratchers,

say welcome home.

Yeah, she was always like a mom to me, too,

so, you know, yeah, no biggie.

Hey-hey, you know what, man...

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks. Thanks, brother.

All right.

He seems fun.

Huh.

Um, is it possible that Mindy's car was hit by Mindy's car?

So, wh... I-I'm sorry...

The broken headlight at the scene is the same

make and model of car as Mindy's. Look.

I am the queen of jigsaw puzzles, aren't I?

So, this is your car, right?

Uh-huh.

Headlight. Yeah?

And this is Mindy's car.

Same make and model.

Yeah. Yeah, I fix Saabs,

and, uh, we both love them, so, I...

I bought got her one.

You are a hunter.

Do you own any ...22 caliber weapons?

I don't.

I prefer a heavier gauge.

One shot, one kill. You got any

hunting buddies with a .22

willing to let you borrow theirs?

I did not hurt my wife. Well, I think

Mindy finally worked up the nerve to pack a bag,

grab some cash and leave you. But you wouldn't let her. No, she wasn't

leaving me. Your sister-in-law Amy seems to think she was.

This is ridiculous. How did your

broken headlight end up at the scene?

Mindy called me, okay?

But it went straight to voice mail.

And when I finally got the message...

...she sounded hurt.

So I raced down the road.

I was so freaked out

that I missed the brake and I slid into her.

But she, uh...

she was already dead.

You expect us to believe that?

You left when you saw Mindy was dead.

Why didn't you call 911?

I got scared.

I d... You didn't want to be a suspect.

My marriage-- it wasn't perfect.

But I loved Mindy.

And I had nothing

to do with this.

You have to believe me.

Hell, take Mindy's word for it.

I'm sorry.

I... I'm hurt, I need your help.

I think the husband's telling the truth.

It sounds like she was shot well before she wrecked.

Makes sense.

I think we can work backwards from where she crashed.

Use her voice mail as a reference

and find the exact location

she was shot. You hear that screech

just before it ended?

I'm hurt, I need your help.

She scraped something.

Well, the shot had to happen before that.

Hey. This could be the spot.

Looks like she jerked the wheel without braking.

I mean, that would cause these centrifugal skid marks.

I call them yaw marks.

Right. I bet getting shot in the neck

would explain the suddenness...

Centrifugal skid marks.

You think this is where Mindy was shot?

That's the theory.

So, where was the shooter when they took their shot?

There's no shoulder on the road here.

It would be impossible for someone to drive alongside her.

Or even stand to take a shot at a speeding motorist.

And even if she was in the oncoming lane,

the shooter would be too close. The wound cavity

would be larger. Plus, it's-it's not even the right angle.

...22LR cartridges

can also used by rifles.

Well, that would explain the compact permanent cavity.

I can't believe I'm about to say this,

but we might be looking for

a long-range marksman

who knows how to lead a target in motion.

You think Mindy was shot from up in the hills...

by, like, a sniper?

Yes. Yes.

Well.

The Wonder Twins are in agreement.

So...

our search area just got a hell of a lot bigger.

That looks about 33 centimeters.

Now I really don't know where the shooter was standing.

I think 60% load is still way too high.

Killer had to be over 500 yards away.

You're right.

The bullet would've punctured Mindy's lungs

at this depth.

Okay, well, maybe 50% load capacity

is enough to slow our bullet down.

Have you talked to Trey?

No.

Why?

Yeah, Trey's a nice guy.

When he wants something.

I'd probably be smart to block his number.

Firing one at 50%.

Firing one at 20%.

Are you at least going to run the prints for him?

I don't know.

11 centimeters.

360 feet per second

at 20% load capacity. Wow,

we're gonna have a broad search radius no matter the result.

We'll be canvassing for days.

I can go ahead and start the canvassing

if you want to hang back.

What?

Run those prints for Trey.

Allie... My childhood friends are just like you guys.

We've grown up and we've grown apart.

But those old friends-- there's...

there's roots under the wall.

I don't see them and we're in different places, but...

I thrive today

because of them.

Is this right?

So, somebody shot Mindy from almost a mile away?

Velocity was our missing quotient,

and the numbers don't lie.

We're talking about army sniper accuracy.

Someone with a world-class skill set...

targeting a paralegal?

Or it's random. Like a roadside sniper,

like Malvo in Virginia.

Mm, I don't think it's either.

Look, this is the search radius.

This is Mindy's home in Treasure Hill, up in the hills

above the road from where she was shot.

Mindy's husband is an avid hunter.

This shot could have come from her own backyard.

If it did, somebody had to hear it.

Nobody heard anything. And we have talked to everyone.

We haven't talked to him yet.

Hey, boys.

Any of you hear a gunshot two nights ago?

I heard a gunshot the other night.

No, no, those were fireworks.

Uh, Reggie, those jackholes, they were letting 'em off.

Nah, they ran out of fireworks on Thursday.

When Reggie pushed you.

How old are you, dude? Don't you know

what a gunshot sounds like?

Yeah, those were fireworks, you idiot.

Hey, hey, Hey, Cash,

knock it off. not in... uh, Cash, Cash, Cash, Cash.

Don't you got any sense, fighting in front of cops?

Hey, guys, found something.

You go, I got this.

Hey, trailer park front office put these out a few days ago.

Advertising for the new lots. First expansion in years.

Looks like

the bullet hit this.

Just grazed the balloon.

Guess we can add balloons to that long list of things

made from polypropylene, huh?

All right, I want us to spiral search

from this point out. The guy must have

left some casings here. I want it.

Entering grid six.

Copy that.

I found shell casings in the field

behind the trailer park.

Copy. Headed to you.

Come here.

That was quick.

Max?

Max. Look at me. Open your eyes. Come on.

Why would someone do this?

Everyone get back. Give her some air.

Johnson, Rubio, set the perimeter.

We find this bastard now.

Ambulance is here.

Over here!

Help's here.

Hand me a glove.

She saved us a shell casing.

Unreal.

Ms. Roby. Can you hear me?

We've got to get her to the hospital.

Folsom. Hey.

How bad is it? Found her unconscious.

There may be some swelling on her brain.

They've sedated her out of an abundance of caution

to let her rest, but she's stable for now.

Okay.

Catherine, I messed up. I was at the lab,

helping my idiot friend. I...

She made me point on this. I should have been there. Don't.

I've been where you're going.

Guilty when it's not my fault. Hell,

it's that way with my daughter right now. All you can do

is to focus your energy

on this case.

That's all you can do for her.

Okay, so we got to assume that the person who attacked Max

is the shooter, right? If she was collecting evidence...

Agreed. Whoever they are

heard the CSIs were canvassing

and they came back to clean up after themself.

This is your case. How do you want to proceed?

All right, guys, listen up. We run it.

All of it, all at once.

Let's go.

Allie, Chris, I want to know everything

about that casing Max recovered.

The .22 long rifle casing Max found

matches the bullet found in Mindy.

The, uh, casing should help NIBIN

narrow down our matches faster.

It's, uh, not done processing, but I've

obviated some of the possibilities. Take a look.

There's only rifles left on this list.

So we were right about a sniper.

Huh.

The firing pin impression on our casing--

it's, uh... Something's off about it.

We have a match.

Okay, so,

the killer's weapon was a Ruger 10/22.

Manufactured over 30 years ago. And...

Wow. Look at that history.

Armed robberies, home invasion, and sold at a police auction.

If the gun was a person it'd be behind bars.

Check out the most recent owner.

Do you recognize this?

So hot. Can't hear myself think.

Damn kids threw a rock through my window and air ain't free.

Um, what are we talking about?

Okay, Theresa,

let's just knock it off with the sudoku.

People usually pay attention

when they're being questioned about murder.

I've seen a rifle before, yeah.

A rifle like this one was used to kill one of your neighbors.

We think the shooter also attacked our boss.

Yeah, I heard about the shooting. Our records

show that a rifle like this one in the picture

was registered to your address.

Can we take a look at your rifle? Sure.

If you can find it.

That rifle was stolen some time ago.

I had a barbecue for my neighbors

out of the kindness of my heart, and somebody janked it.

And you didn't think to report it, no?

Mm. No, ma'am, it was a piece of crap.

Was Robbie Downs invited to your party?

That wino? Of course not.

But he sure enough crashed it.

Hey.

Drink this.

Hey.

Heard anything about Max?

Not since you asked the last time.

What's this?

Well,

given the placement of Max's head wound

and this sneaker print found under Max,

we think Max was hit by someone

swinging with their left hand, so

ten percent of all people on Earth are a suspect.

Other than that, we got nothing. Like, we got rocks,

we got dirt, that's it.

You know what?

Uh, I-I will take that water now.

What's going on, there, bud?

I kept asking myself

what in this field doesn't belong.

But that wasn't working, so then I asked myself

what does belong.

What's the difference?

I don't know.

But I missed it

because it was covered in dust, dirt and debris.

Look at this.

Concrete.

Smell the ammonia.

They use it as an admixture

to reduce the water in the concrete.

The-the smell won't dissipate for days.

So it's fresh.

You know, I saw construction over there.

This concrete was poured yesterday?

It only takes a few hours to harden, about a month

to fully cure. It could be worse.

Keep digging.

If we don't find anything, that would be worse.

Look, I got to say,

if the killer made their way to Max from this angle--

plenty of weapons lying around to take a swing at her head.

Yeah.

Hey. I think I got it!

It's a Ruger 10/22.

That's our rifle. It's what we've been looking for.

What's wrong? I don't understand how that rifle

could have been used to kill Mindy Downs.

No scope. No rail to even add one.

So, who could make that miracle shot without a scope?

Who has that kind of aim?

Nobody.

That's as clean as this rifle's getting.

Looks like it was junk before it got tossed into cement.

You people want some good news?

Heard from the hospital. Max's swelling is down.

Grade 2 concussion. Broken clavicle got set.

She's gonna be okay.

Thank God. Should be up and ready for visitors tomorrow.

Folsom?

I'll, um...

I'll go when I can show her a mug shot.

And I might be

getting close.

I couldn't

wrap my mind around how that 30-year-old rifle

without a scope made that incredible shot.

Check out the pin impression on the casing that Max found.

Well, Chris did mention it was odd.

These are also casings from our rifle

found at old crime scenes, unrelated shootings.

You notice the difference?

Our firing pin impression looks deeper?

It is.

The casing on the right came from a rifle

shooting straight on, according the case report.

Its impression isn't as deep.

The casing on the left came from a rifle

that was pointed down.

Pretty shallow. So our case being the deepest

means that our rifle was shot pointing upwards?

Exactly. I didn't always love physics as a kid,

but today I want to buy Isaac Newton a beer.

More pressure is needed

to fight gravity when a rifle's pointed up,

so it makes the firing pin strike harder,

leaving behind a deep pin impression.

Snipers don't point up to shoot.

No, they don't.

Nobody took aim at Mindy Downs.

Her death was an accident. So,

if this was random--

if there's no connection between Mindy and her killer--

whoever attacked Max is our last shot.

No.

No? There's a missing piece.

I mean literally.

There's a piece missing where the rifle's cracked.

Stock looks pretty dried out.

Old rifles can snap on the kickback.

Hm.

I think I know who shot Mindy.

Just hold still for me.

Ooh.

You're lucky.

A splinter like this could get badly infected.

Then again, maybe you're not so lucky.

I...

I didn't shoot that woman.

I... Cash, shush.

So my grandson shot my rifle.

Big whoop. It is a big whoop, actually, Theresa, 'cause you lied to me.

You told me the rifle was stolen.

Cash,

your friend-- he pointed us

to the kids down the street.

They said that they broke your window.

They were bullying you, right Cash?

Hey trash, you got our present?

The hell?

You're not gonna shoot that thing, are you?

Leave me alone!

My grandson didn't kill that woman

or hurt your boss

or whatever else. This is harassment!

Nothing in the kid's room.

You don't have any proof, not one bit of proof

that he raised a hand to your boss.

None.

The kid didn't attack Max.

Mindy's shooter was right-handed,

as evidenced by the splinter

in Cash's right cheek.

But Max's attacker was left-handed.

You sudoku with your left hand, Theresa.

Are you out of your mind?

These are women's jeans

with cement all over them. You knew

we were searching the park for evidence, and you knew

that Cash shot Mindy after Allie and Catherine

showed up at your house.

So you got rid of the rifle.

But then you saw my boss, Max, out in the field.

And Cash hadn't picked up his casings, so you had to.

I fought so hard

to get custody from Cash's mother.

All I wanted was a better life for him. Please.

Please, don't do this to us.

Stand up for me, please.

♪ Now I'll show you my dark... ♪

Hands behind your back.

Granny?

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

♪ You can't hide from what it lies underneath ♪

♪ Nothing is real. ♪

We heard you found the shooter.

It was an accident?

That doesn't make any sense.

She's gone, and that part will never make sense.

But we're sure.

I am so sorry.

So, what--

you're not gonna apologize?

I'm innocent.

I lost my wife.

And you made me feel like a criminal.

You're right.

You didn't shoot Mindy.

But you also didn't call 911 when you saw she was dead.

'Cause you'd be a suspect.

And you know why. She was going to leave you.

You put Mindy in the path of that bullet.

And you'll have to live with that for the rest of your life.

So?

Who was it?

It was Shank, right?

Got to be Shank.

Why'd you want me to ID those prints, Trey?

What, for real?

Man, you're such a cop.

I told you why. The... guys

played a prank on me, I want to get 'em back.

You ghosted us.

Ghosted us, you left us behind 'cause you thought

you were better than us. Better than me.

No, no, no, you stayed.

I tried to help you get out.

You called me for help, man.

And I screwed up letting you

take that car, man. I shouldn't have asked.

Well, you already know, Fols, no favor comes free.

You know, Trey, you should really stop trying

to track down meth distributors

and maybe you should just

stick to repo'ing cars and TVs.

You ran the prints.

All I need's a name.

Hey, I'll take it from there.

That's how it's gonna be?

I'll see you around, Fols.

Yeah, come in.

Hey.

There she is.

How you feeling?

Never been better.

Hey. Hmm?

We got the shooter.

We also got, uh, your...

attacker.

I'm sorry.

For not being there.

I got caught up

fixing things that weren't mine to fix.

If I had carried...

No, that wouldn't have helped.

Not this time.

I'm sorry.

What's in the bag?

Got you a Double-Double.

I know you were looking forward to that

cafeteria chicken piccata, but...

Come on, Double-Double.

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