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( moaning )

( fly buzzing )

What's that noise?

It's the waves crashing on the beach.

( giggling )

Since when do oceans hum?

( buzzing continues )

Wait.

( fly continues buzzing )

( buzzing continues )

( screams )

A guy and his coworker found her this morning.

Well, they've obviously cleaned the room

before they checked in, right?

Yeah, typical maid service--

scrub the surface.

Scrubbed the surface

but left the dead body under the bed.

So what do we know about our previous occupant?

No face-to-face booking.

Sent the victim to pay.

And who is our victim?

Pocketbook and clothes were missing

but the Assistant Coroner okayed a live scan of her prints.

Susan McCreary.

A string of priors for prostitution

Looks like she was working the street.

Not anymore.

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75 degrees.

WOODS: With her liver temp

that puts time of death

between 7:00 and 9:00 last evening.

Victim was stabbed repeatedly.

Slim, sharp implement.

What do you think? A knife or scissors?

Width of the wounds could match either.

She wasn't stabbed under here.

There's not enough room and there's no blood present.

On the bed's the next logical choice.

Yes, but there would be spatter on the night stand

and the wall and the sheets would be soaked.

I got the sheets from the maid.

There's no visible stains.

I bagged them anyway.

Bag that bedspread, too, will you?

What do we have here?

That's blood...

and somebody tried to wipe it away.

Not the only surface he scrubbed.

Body smells like cardamon.

It's a spice.

I use it in a mean South African curry

but it's also used as a scent in soaps.

Scented soaps.

Okay.

SPEEDLE: The maid did say that the renter boosted a couple of towels

and a washcloth.

What about used soap?

Yeah, he took that with him, too.

You know what? Let's green-light this tub.

Cardamon soap.

Whoa.

You got something?

Yeah.

Looks like he washed her.

That would explain the clean body

and the missing towels, wouldn't it?

Well, he didn't notice these.

Uniform found them in the Dumpster outside.

Well, I guess they could be the victim's.

They fit the lifestyle.

GAUBERT: Don't worry.

Officer Saxon didn't touch anything else.

We'll take it from here, gentlemen.

I guess I got to go check the Dumpster now.

Do that next.

Hey, what do we got?

Attempted carjacking or robbery.

German tourist couple.

They stopped for directions.

Now, that's the wife, Greta Roebling.

Husband's Werner

and they're here

on a short vacation from Stuttgart.

Oh, another slam from the European press.

"Miami: Deathtrap Under The Palms."

Did the wife see the shooting?

No. She said a masked man approached

her side of the car and then shot her husband.

Body's still in the car?

No. Husband fled, shooter ran after him

and he left his body on the floor of the garage bay.

Well, if it's a carjacking, why chase a guy

who's already abandoned his car?

Exactly. That's the first of many questions.

How about I take the car, you take the garage?

We'll meet up at the body when the M.E. shows up.

Sounds good.

I got blood spatter in the car

but no bullets.

Also, got a smear on the rearview mirror.

There's no sign of the M.E.?

No. Stuck on the Venetian Causeway.

The bridge wouldn't close.

Would you believe?

Hmm. So how many times was this guy shot?

I'm only seeing one wound.

A small entrance behind the ear

possible exit through the mouth.

Gosh, it's hard to imagine him

running all the way in here with a shot in the head.

Anything's possible.

Did you find any bullets in here?

No, but check out these blood patterns.

Now, it doesn't look like a shoe

but it's hard to say where it's from.

And the spatter on the back of this truck

is even harder to place.

Looks like high velocity from the gunshot.

That would put a second shot in here

and that doesn't track with the body.

DUQUESNE: Or his head wound

in relation to the truck.

Aah, we need to get at this body.

WOODS: 23 stab wounds in all.

Some of them look tentative.

Till he got the hang of it.

Yeah. The majority of the wounds

are deep penetrations.

What's your cause of death?

Exsanguination from a sharp force injury

that severed the aorta.

Not much external blood loss, though, huh?

Right. Aorta bleeds out

into the chest cavity.

Which would have helped the killer with his cleanup.

You think he could have known that?

You find him and ask him.

Hmm.

Adhesive, right?

Yeah. Wrist, ankles and mouth.

Okay, so he picked her up

gagged her, taped her, went to town.

How about sexual assault?

No vaginal tearing, no signs of semen.

Guy went to a lot of trouble

for no apparent personal or sexual motive.

How about the joy of just taking a life?

That's always good. Okay.

Anything else from the Dumpster?

Just the victim's clothes.

Pipes from the tub were a bust.

I found traces of drain cleaner.

So it would have dissolved any DNA he might have left.

What about right here?

Right in the center.

I'm about to test it.

Never go naked on the hotel bedspread.

Lucky for us, some people do, right?

Keep me posted.

I'll go check her personal effects.

The smear on the center of the bedspread was mold.

A type that wasn't on anything else at the bungalow.

Maybe the killer brought it in with him.

But not off his body.

Could be transfer from some kind of cover

he used to keep the mess down.

He did get sloppy about one thing.

We found a bloody fingerprint on the victim's belt.

Guy in the system?

A Cole Judson.

A prior knife assault on a woman 12 years ago.

Not his first time.

Let's make it his last.

CAINE: Excuse me.

We're looking for Cole Judson.

Um, yeah, he's probably out back

helping me out with my fence.

Does he work for you?

No. I'm the landlord.

This guy pulls in six figures

and his way to unwind is hacking at wood.

Go figure.

You guys the police?

Yes, we are.

Where would that be?

Right around back.

Just follow the screams.

His stepkids believe in expressing themselves.

Thank you.

( laughter )

Cole Judson?

Detective Gaubert, Miami-Dade Police.

Horatio Caine, CSI.

You're under arrest

for the murder of Susan McCreary.

You have the right to remain silent.

WOMAN: Cole?

Anything you say

can be used against you...

What are they doing?

Wendy, call our lawyer.

Cole? You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford...

Everything's going to be okay.

the court will appoint you one.

What are you doing?

Cole would never

hurt anyone.

Mrs. Judson, your husband

will be transported downtown

where he will be booked.

In the meantime, I have a warrant

to search your residence.

This, this can't be right.

You're wrong.

( typing )

DUQUESNE: There's our shooter.

DELKO: Yeah, with a mask

leaving us no facial ID.

But I can ID our our odd print

on the floor.

Perforations on the glove

appear to match the pattern we found

in that blood smear.

So the shooter lost his footing.

Which confirms the wife's story.

Shooter approached her side of the car

and shot the husband.

But we still can't see where the husband was hit.

Oh, it's riveting

but what I really want is a call from Alexx.

Easy, girl.

You will get your bullet.

WOODS: Sorry, Calleigh.

Your second bullet was fragmented.

It's a small caliber.

.22, probably.

There's no hope for comparison.

But the good news is

I've got your first bullet.

DUQUESNE: He was shot in the mouth?

( gunshot )

WOODS: Oh, yeah.

Well, I have never seen anything like this before.

WOODS: Never forget your first time, do you?

It's intact, that's a good sign.

Came to rest

in the back of his throat.

DUQUESNE: That would explain

all the blood spatter on the back of the truck.

He would have been spitting cup fulls of blood

with a wound like that.

Over 40 arteries and veins

inside the oral pharynx and the buccal mucosa.

DUQUESNE: He was hiding from his killer.

( coughing )

Who's this?

SPEEDLE: That's the ex-husband.

Hmm...

the ex-husband.

That's interesting.

I'll keep them for a few days, all right, Wendy?

Don't worry.

This is a mistake, Michael.

It, it's crazy.

Anytime, the middle of the night

5:00 in the morning, I'm there for you, okay?

If you need me.

Yeah.

If there's anything I can do...

We'll let you know. Thank you.

Bye, sweetie.

Are you aware that your husband has a record

for a knife assault on a woman?

No, that's not right.

It can't be.

Cole could never do what you're accusing him of.

Can you tell us where he was last night?

He was, he was at his weekly sales meeting.

Every Wednesday till 9:00.

Could you give us a contact at his office?

Yeah. Let me get it.

Thank you.

Surprise, surprise.

What's up?

Cole Judson didn't work late on Wednesday.

He never does.

So he's two for two on lies to his wife.

Okay.

Please, you have to believe me.

I don't know what you found, but you're wrong.

CAINE: What happened to your finger?

I whacked my nail.

Henry, the little one, put this on me.

Mind if I take a look at it?

Yeah, sure.

The Band-Aid?

Band-Aid.

Thank you.

Where were you last night?

After work

I took a walk on the beach.

It's what I do every Wednesday.

That's not what your wife told us.

Listen, I...

I love being married, I do.

And I adore those kids.

But I steal one night a week for myself and I...

I should have been honest with Wendy about needing it.

What about the girl you stabbed in college?

Oh, my God, Beth?

I never hurt Beth.

Listen, we were young

and we were drunk and we were arguing

and she cut herself.

I took her to the ER to get stitches.

They had to file a report.

Suddenly she was worried about what her family would say

so she said I did it.

Do you, um

recognize this woman?

No.

No?

No.

Excuse me.

DUQUESNE: Our gas station bullet

matched a prior convenience store robbery.

The gun was never recovered.

The adult was convicted, he's still behind bars

but the juvenile accomplice, Malcolm Davidson

served only a few months.

All right, so where's Malcolm now?

At home, with Grandma.

WOMAN: I'm telling you

wherever you think Malcolm was

he was out with me.

I'm not finding any of those clothes.

Hey, Calleigh

come take a look in here.

You find the gun?

No, even better.

DUQUESNE: Originally seen on video.

Mm-hmm. Rinsed off

and stiff from drying, too.

With perforations

that look very similar to that blood pattern

we found on the garage floor.

No way my brother did this.

Okay, so I'm the killer

and I've just wiped down the scene and I'm preparing

to dispose of the victim's clothes

but somehow, some of the victim's blood

has escaped my cleanup, right?

Beef blood? Yup.

Close to human, but not a biohazard.

So, this is how the print...

...should look on the belt.

But take a look at the picture.

Looks the same, like the print you made.

Right, but it's not

because it wasn't made with a bloody fingerprint.

It was made

with oil.

Like this.

And blood was applied...

...later.

Like this.

Allowing the blood to slide off the ridges

and pool in the furrows.

Take a look.

Wow.

Never seen anything like that.

I guess you'd miss it if you didn't know it.

That's right.

So it pays to stay current.

Remember the criminalist from Taos?

The one with the long, black hair?

Mm-hmm. She did a study

and this is how you can frame somebody

with their own fingerprint.

What did the State's Attorney say

when you called them and told them they had the wrong guy?

Well, he said it was a very, very interesting study.

So he's ignoring the science.

Right, and here's why--

because people understand fingerprints

and he is not going to confuse a jury over one study.

So Cole Judson...

Is looking at murder one.

Now, I believe that the killer

left the print behind intentionally

but he left this behind by mistake.

That's my mold from the bungalow.

Cladosporium is a dark mold

commonly found in indoor water space

like Cole Judson's bathroom.

Now, this

is the mold from the shower curtain.

Mold from his bathroom

matches the bungalow?

It's not looking good for Cole.

That's true.

But Cladosporium is a common genus and species

and that would be like saying the killer's a homo sapien.

So, in order to clear Cole Judson

we have to distill this mold down

to the equivalent of a human name.

You're trying to identify

the DNA of the mold?

Yes, I am

which would mean the smear from the bungalow

could only come from a single host colony

like the killer's bathroom.

Mold's a primitive organism.

But if it's biological, it has DNA.

Yeah, but still

isolating DNA is... is going to be rough.

Not as rough as leaving an innocent man

to do time on death row.

Hey. Hey.

You should have gone for Malcolm's closet.

Driving glove I found was a major score.

Yeah, blood was the German husband's

epithelia's match Malcolm

and there was a waxy substance.

A waxy substance? On the glove?

"Castor oil, triglyceride, lanolin, heptan-2-one

red number six barium."

Mm-hmm, I couldn't locate the brand or the manufacturer

but it's definitely lipstick.

Probably Grandma's.

You know, it's bad enough

when you're in that awkward stage

between boy and cold-blooded killer

but it's even worse when Grandma's kiss

links you to the scene.

Are you kidding me?

I found the same lipstick on the German's rearview mirror.

So that doesn't just put him at the scene.

That puts Malcolm inside their rental car.

Except we have the whole crime scene on video

and Malcolm never sets foot in the car.

Okay, so it had to happen before the crime.

But what was he doing in their front seat?

I don't know.

Who was he sitting with?

Christian, you get my message?

We think Cole Judson's being framed.

Any reason someone would want to do that?

Probably be because they don't want to get caught

or they're trying to ruin his life.

It's a theory

or two.

I'm awaiting a mold smear.

Mold smear?

We got a bloody print.

Yes, but we believe

the blood was applied later

and that the print is a forgery.

How do you forge someone's print?

You get them to stick their finger

into something soft, you let it harden

you fill it with epoxy, and then you duplicate the print.

Without their knowledge?

Or you could use an existing print.

From the print store?

Everyday things: tile grout, clay.

You might be surprised.

Mr. Judson

who has access to your apartment?

Wendy and I-- we rent-- so I guess

the building manager or our cleaning lady.

Okay, I guess what I'm asking is who has keys to it?

What does my apartment have to do with anything?

For right now

why don't you let me worry about that, okay?

You know, I wish I could

but I'm going through hell and I didn't do anything.

So I give you our friends, our cleaning lady's name

and what, they're here instead of me?

Okay, the thing is

is that they might be able to help you.

How?

I don't even know what you're looking for.

Does anyone have a reason to frame you?

No.

See, what I'm trying to determine is

whether somebody gained access to your apartment

and took something without your knowledge.

Wendy's ex-husband doesn't have keys

but we came home one day

and found him inside the apartment.

Did he have a reason to be there?

Not at that moment, no.

I brought the kids home, Henry was sick

so I put him in bed.

That's not what Cole and the ex-wife say.

They say you didn't have custody that day.

Okay. All right.

I told the landlady I left my car keys.

She let me in and I looked around.

What were you looking for?

Drugs, pornography.

Wendy married this guy just three days

after our divorce was final.

She just met him five months before that.

Where were you Wednesday night between 6:00 and 9:00 p.m.?

Me?

I was at a cocktail party for a colleague.

We set up around 6:00 p.m.

and I was home shortly after 9:00.

Can anyone confirm your presence at the party?

Everyone.

I was the toastmaster.

The only surprise there is

the ex didn't find a stash of violent porn.

So you think his alibi is going to clear him, huh?

Read the M.E.'s report again.

She was killed at approximately 7:00 p.m.

Approximately 7:00 p.m.

Time of death is always the most fluid aspect of any crime.

I mean, even you should know that.

Now, Cole's fingerprint aside

the only thing that ties him to the crime

and clears the ex...

is time of death, right?

Established by the victim's liver temperature.

Which brings us to room temperature.

When we entered the room

it was 75 degrees, correct?

Perfect for humans and orchids.

Cells look healthy.

As they should at 75 degrees.

But take a look at these cells.

They don't look healthy.

And the reason they're not healthy

is because like her body, they were chilled.

SPEEDLE: Causing the cells to burst and the petals to close.

At 50 degrees or below.

So someone went in and cranked the air conditioning.

Reentered the room

reset the temperature of the room

thereby changing the time of the crime.

I recognize no one.

The shooter wore a snow mask.

Do you know anyone

who would want to hurt you or your husband?

We know no one in Miami.

People told us, "Don't go there.

You'll get shot."

We came. My husband was killed.

I would like to go

and I would like to take my husband with me.

Why don't you just relax, have a sip of water?

Maybe you can think of something

that might help us.

You know, I am tired and I've already told you

everything I know.

I think we have everything

we need. Okay.

Thanks for coming.

Cooling the body made it look like

she died earlier than she did.

Electrical company confirms

there was a spike in kilowatts at that bungalow

from 9:00 p.m. till 12:00.

Okay, whether he killed her

or she was just bound and gagged

our prostitute did not turn up the air by herself.

Putting somebody else in the room with her after 9:00 p.m.

So he killed her

and then waited while her body chilled.

New time of death clears Cole Judson.

Leaving a bitter ex-husband with time to spare.

Let me ask you a question.

How many things do you think we'll overlook in a career?

You?

Less than anyone I know.

Me, fewer because of it.

It's a perfect clue.

And Cole is the perfect guy

to pin it on, isn't he?

No alibi, a rap sheet with a knife assault.

And his wife doesn't know about the prior conviction

but her ex-husband does.

There's a lot of information for sale.

Let's see if he purchased any of it, okay?

DUQUESNE: Castor oil, triglyceride

Heptan-2-one

Pigment Red 68.

But Greta prefers a deeper shade of red.

( chuckles )

Well, lipstick on the glove

was definitely Grandma's.

So the Roeblings are here for two days

and somehow a kid from Liberty City

ends up hanging out in their car?

The same kid who shot the husband.

Okay, so what kind of murder requires an advance meeting?

A hired hit.

The question is:

Who did the hiring?

Husband ended up dead.

But... Malcolm was aiming at the wife.

DUQUESNE: So he's looking straight at Greta.

But is Malcolm recognizing his employer

or is he locking on a target?

I don't know.

It's not quantifiable either way.

No, but this is.

The average person's reaction time

from sensation, perception through response

is one point five seconds.

How do you know that?

Auto insurance studies.

Now, for an unexpected stimulus

the brain needs even more processing time.

Say, for example, if he weren't accustomed

to having someone pull a gun on him.

Exactly.

The video images are shot

at one-thirtieth of a second.

She ducked in one point one seconds.

Olympians aren't even that fast.

So when do good reflexes become intent to kill?

And how, within two days of arriving in Miami

did the wife find a shooter

that she knew wouldn't flip on her?

A glove...

a mirror.

And what does any of this

have to do with me?

DUQUESNE: It has to do with you and your brother Malcolm.

Did you know that heptan-2-one

isn't approved in the United States?

It offers sun protection.

The sun shines in Germany, doesn't it?

You never asked me if I lived in Germany.

State Department was happy to provide that information...

along with your work visa.

DUQUESNE: It was an easy call.

Once we linked your grandmother's lipstick

to its European manufacturer.

I don't understand.

It's chemistry.

It's a gift.

It's like all the other cosmetics

you bought for your grandmother.

Those gifts stopped coming

once you were cut from the Stuttgart Ballet.

And then you took on some private clients.

Like Greta Roebling.

DUQUESNE: You should have limited

your services to teaching dance.

( knock at door )

Wife's ready to make a deal.

She's very opposed to the death penalty

especially when it's applied to her.

I don't like to exercise, not even dance.

I complain and complain.

It's my way.

So, when I told Brian

"I wish my husband were dead"

I didn't mean it literally.

And then Brian said he'd arranged a shooting person.

I said, "Where I come from, ten grand buys you a corpse."

I was talking trash.

She gives me an itinerary.

They're coming here.

Hands me cash for ticket, too.

She booked you

but at any point, you could have said no.

I was broke.

And I had leaned on every friend that I had.

And I swore that I would never end up where I came from.

So you came home to cash out on your little brother's back.

( sighs )

Malcolm... he saw what I had

and he wanted out, too.

But he didn't have a focus.

'Cause he had never worked for anything before.

I said, "Get a fresh strap."

But does he do it? No.

A different gun.

That's looking out for him.

I started with the biggest criminal records company.

All you need is a social and date of birth.

30 bucks buys you a lot of information these days.

That one's out of Jacksonville.

There's no billing to the ex, Michael Giotti

but they did run Cole's criminal history.

This one's bought and paid for

by Cole's landlord, Lee Bastille.

Checking out a tenant's history is not exactly a crime.

Unless you use it to frame them for murder.

BRUNNER: Mrs. Bastille, how long

have you and your husband owned the building?

Uh, three... no, four years.

But I don't know Mr. Judson very well.

Don't you check into your tenant's histories?

Uh, only a credit check.

Sometimes Lee will have me call a reference--

previous landlords.

BRUNNER: Do you manage the building with your husband?

We do pretty much everything together.

Or at least I try.

It sometimes drives Lee crazy

but you have to hold a marriage together.

CAINE: I understand that Mr. Judson

did some work for your husband around the building.

That's why Lee would be able to tell you more about him.

He just left, but I could reach him on his cell phone.

That won't be necessary.

You have a... a forensics buff in the house.

They're Lee's.

He can't get enough.

I think they're disgusting.

No... no offense.

No. None taken.

Could I, um...

could I use your bathroom?

Why are you wearing gloves?

This is cardamom soap, Mrs. Bastille.

Is this yours?

No.

Lee brought it home.

Did he do that recently?

A few nights ago.

Possibly Wednesday?

Did he ask you to use this, Mrs. Bastille?

He didn't ask.

How do you mean?

Well... we've been married almost nine years, and...

I'd accused Lee of being asleep for eight of them.

Then one day he woke up.

It wasn't how I thought it would be.

Is that when the baths started?

And every day since.

Be still.

That's better.

Okay, Mrs. Bastille

I'm going to level with you.

The woman that we found that was stabbed to death

was bathed in cardamom soap by the killer.

I need to know where he was Wednesday night.

He was home.

We always eat at 7:00.

Later he said he got a call from a tenant--

some broken pipes.

Okay, what time was that?

Uh, a little before 9:00.

I... didn't hear the phone ring.

He'll be home any minute.

Okay, I don't want you to worry about that right now.

Here's what I want to do:

I want to search your apartment

but first I want to get you out of here

for your personal safety. Can I do that?

I didn't do anything.

Now, the Judsons were in your building less than a month

before you created the plumbing emergency, right?

And both Wendy and Cole Judson

confirm you insisted on fixing it

with Cole's help.

We found traces of epoxy in the plumber's putty.

Nice job on the print, by the way.

This is from a botanist.

That's correct.

You transferred mold from your bathroom

to the bedspread of the bungalow.

I don't understand...

Check your crime books, my friend.

Mold has DNA.

I was at home with my wife having dinner.

Ask her.

We do the same thing every night.

I mean, we may not look at each other

or talk for days, but we eat

together, 7:00.

While Susan McCreary lay bound, gagged

terrified, but not dead, right?

You left her waiting

while you went home to your wife to set up an alibi.

Later, after you killed her

you dropped her body temp to roll the clock back.

You would have pulled this off without the bloody print

had you not gone too far.

I liked it.

I can see that

evidenced by the bar of soap

that you took home as a souvenir.

Wh...?

You never take soap from hotel rooms?

It's not a crime if you pay for it.

The same doesn't apply

to the women you kill though, right?

Think about it.

What do we do?

Work, sleep, eat the same food, have the same sex

and then do it all over again tomorrow.

I felt dead

until I felt her life slip through my hands.

I was curious.

I'm not a monster.

To her, you were.

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