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Well, this is me.

That's right.

Are you okay?

Yeah. You okay to drive?

What, do I seem...?

Happy?

I haven't seen that smile
on your face in awhile.

Yeah.

You know,
for the past two years,

every morning when I wake up,

I'd have this thought
that comes to my head:

Raymond is dead.

And now, in these...

in these past few weeks,

it's just not the first thing
I think of.

You going to bring
Ray Junior tomorrow?

Is that all right?

Yeah. Looking
forward to it.

Good. Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

Drive safe.

( door closes, engine starts)

( car alarm chirps )

Hey.

Can I help you?

Pete Wilton.

Knocked off a chain of grocery
stores about six years ago?

Caught me in Liberty City?

I remember, Pete.

Good Samaritan got hit, and you
got manslaughter, right?

Yeah, and your testimony
helped put me away.

Is that why you've been
following me?

I'm two years into my parole,
and I've got a problem.

Pete, if you make
that move,

it's going to be your last.

Relax, Lieutenant,
it's a photograph.

Take it out.

Slowly.

It's my son.

Jeff.

Went to school three days
ago and never came back.

You call 911?

Yeah, I went to PD,
but they're not

too concerned with
parolees' kids.

He's not the way I used to be.

I know that something
happened to him.

Okay, well, I'm sure
the detectives are on it.

Let me call.

No. It's got to be you.

Look, I was guilty.

And you knew it.

You came after me
with everything you had.

And I saw that.

I know you can find my boy.

What kind of trouble was he in?

None. Really.

No, I just figured
if you could bulldog

a guy like me, you could do
half as good with a good kid.

Worth saving.

Okay, Pete, listen to me.

If you're lying, I'm out.

You understand?

I do.

Thank you.

TRIPP:
Right, right, he backed up
into your knife eleven times.

Sit tight, Kilroy...

while I, uh, rustle up
some booking slips.

Got a minute?

30 seconds.

Okay, Jeff Wilton.

Who?

Jeff Wilton is a high school kid
from Homestead

that disappeared three days ago.

Father's an ex-con.

And a concerned parent.

A divorced parent.

Soon as he got out,

wife took off,
left the kid behind.

Told the neighbor she
liked the guy fine enough,

as long as he was in prison.

Damn. You think the kid
did the same thing?

No, I think Jeff's in the
Keys with a cheerleader.

I think he'll run out of money,
stroll back in a couple of days

with a hickey on his nick
and a smile on his face.

What if he doesn't?

I got 12 confirmed dead
yanking at my chain right now.

So you're not interested in
the kid unless he's dead?

You know what I mean.

Okay, Frank, why don't you

let me take this one
off your hands.

There's no crime
scene to investigate.

Maybe not, but that doesn't
mean there wasn't a crime.

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BERNSTEIN:
I want to be sure
I got it right.

You and the deceased
had drinks last night,

came back here
around midnight...

Made love... for...
I don't know how long.

And when I woke up
this morning,

he was beside me... dead.

BERNSTEIN:
Thanks.

Bernstein?

Speedle.

Who are you?

I'm a crime scene investigator.

I thought you were
the detective.

I am.

But Speedle
analyzes the scene.

The forensic that might explain
the death in question.

Do you have any
questions for me?

Yeah.

Why do women do that
to their nails?

What?

Put little charms on them?

It's easy.

To attract men.

Hey, do you mind
taking that tea,

and drinking it over there?

Sure... whatever helps.

SPEEDLE:
Well, the guy
was in good shape.

She said he
runs marathons.

Oh-- ran.

May have an
enlarged heart.

Something of the
pulmonary nature.

Frenulum isn't torn.

Tardieu spots in the conjuctivae
and eyelids.

Asphyxiation?

Sleep apnea?

Hard to tell.

Almost impossible
to distinguish

accidental
from homicide.

Result of closing
off the air to the
windpipe's the same.

I'd say he fell asleep
in his pillow.

If I hadn't watched
Miss Thing

put her suave on
Bernstein earlier.

This is Jeff's room.

I didn't touch anything.

Left everything
just the way it was

the morning he
left for school.

Okay.

You know, Pete,

I am going to take you up
on that coffee now.

Sure.
Okay.

DELKO:
Make it two,
if you don't mind.

You got it.
Thanks.

CAINE:
"3-In-One oil."

Used to use that
to make boat models.

Now I use it to clean my gun.

What do we have here?

"Four Twenty Boyz."

Time to get high, I bet.

How do you know that?

My brother worked Narcotics
undercover.

So, Jeff...

What is this?

Our friend Jeff is a stoner.

His father lied.

You see, kids

make excellent criminals.

They're sneaky.

Here's how it might've gone.

Jeff sits up here at night,
in the dark,

without his dad
being any the wiser.

Gunshot residue.

And it's possible...

Jeff...

was doing more...

than smoking out this window.

( gunshots )

Wow, someone definitely used
this tree for target practice.

Not all the bullet holes
are fresh, either.

Calleigh, how many
different weapons

do you think have
been used here?

Well, I see nines, .22's,

there's even some rifle action.

I'll be able to tell you more
when I get it back to the lab.

Okay, so weed, bullets.--

Let's go over to Jeff's high
school locker

to see what other surprises
he has for us.

School property could take a day
to get permission. Red tape.

Cut through it
as fast as you can.

And the same goes
for this tree.

( indistinct background
radio communication )

You're not going
to roll him?

Think our boy's
been moved enough.

Dual lividity.

Body laid on its stomach,
then was flipped over.

The paramedics must've
flipped him.

No. No, he was
on his stomach

long enough for
blood to settle.

Couple of hours.

But before that,

he was dead on his back

another couple hours.

Something or someone moved
him into secondary position.

Flip-flop usually means
somebody can't decide

to call 911 or skip town.

I'm going to need to swab
under your fingernails.

Sure.

How come?

It's just part
of the investigation.

Am I a suspect?

A witness.

You're looking
for Chuck's skin

under my fingernails,
aren't you?

I try never to
have expectations.

Never disappointed.

Smart.

I might as well tell you,

things got a little rough
between Chuck and I...

sexually.

You saw me notice those
scratches on your chest?

He can get himself worked up.

( sighs )

I'm going to need to, uh,

photograph those markings,
as well.

Sure.

This okay?

( clears throat )

Okay, um... sorry.

It happens.

( low, deep electronic humming)

Hey, how's it look?

Like a starry, starry night.

We've got rifle ammo,
some buckshot.

Come on in,
take a look for yourself.

No, I can't find
another lead apron,
and Alexx isn't around.

Well, then, by all means,
stay out.

Calleigh, were you here at CSI

when Horatio's brother
was killed?

Ray?

Yeah, I was new.

Keeping my head down.
Why do you ask?

No reason, I just, uh...

I didn't realize his brother
worked narco.

Yeah.

Undercover narco cop gets killed
in the line of duty

and might have been dirty--
something like that.

I didn't say that.

Nobody ever does.

Was he dirty?

I don't know.

I don't know
what Raymond Caine was.

I'm not entirely sure
Horatio does, either.

( whirring loudly )

Wow...

this tree has more lead
than wood.

You got nines there,
.44s, .22s.

There were over 200
expended projectiles

that we couldn't see.

So as the tree grew,

the entrance holes grew over
with living cells.

.30 carbine, short rifle.

762 by 39 also.

AK.

This was not target practice;
this is training.

This is training.

Nice going.

You lied to me, Pete.

I didn't know about the bullets
in the tree.

The neighbors asked
about the noise

while I was at work.

Jeff just said
it was firecrackers.

Then explain the weed
I found in his room.

I didn't know he was into that.

Let's ask your parole officer
what he thinks.

MAC ADAMS:
Are you kidding me?

All that ammo?

Son's probably training

to knock off a chain
of markets

just like
his old man here.

What happened?

He borrowed your piece,

and now you're
a little worried

he may get nervous and
drop it at a heist, huh?

I don't have a piece.

Right. You just got
100 bullets in
your backyard tree.

Plus, the weed.

Unless you want
to make

a case to the board
that this contraband

is your son's,
you're going back inside,

and you're going to serve out
the rest

of your sentence.

Which is it?

The gun and the weed are mine.

Okay.

So he's all yours.

MAC ADAMS:
Sold.

729 days at Stark.

Let's go.

My kid... is still out there.

( indistinct radio call )

Hi.
CAINE:
Hey.

We brought you
some lunch,

but somebody here
ate your fries.

That's okay.

So listen, Raymond,
I have to go get a file.

I'll be right back.

Okay?

How you doing?

Good.

Great.

She doesn't need a file.

She wants you to talk to me.

That's right.

She tells me that you've been
getting into fights at school.

This kid in school...

Mm-hmm?

...said my dad was a bad cop.

Well, you know what?

That is not true.

Your dad was a hero, but his job
was to pretend he was a bad cop.

See the difference?

He said I have my dad's name.

That's why I was bad.

Let me tell you something.

It's not important

what people say about us.

It's only important

what we know inside
about ourselves.

You understand?

Yeah.

All right.

So, no more fights at school,
because it upsets your mother.

Okay.

CAINE:
Good man.

Good man.

Hello.

( beeping )

( electronic signal trills )

( trilling )

DUQUESNE:
I found the owner
of one of the guns

that fired a bullet
into the Wilton family tree.

Nick Gordon, age 45.

Six months ago, the gun was used
to shoot out the scoreboard

at Antioch High School.

Antioch.

That's where Wilton's kid goes.

So I called
the principal,

and found out that
Ben Gordon, age 17,

was responsible for
shooting out the scoreboard.

However, they believe that
another kid was with him,

but because of the privacy
laws, they can't say anything.

But the principal
did hesitate

when I tried
a name out for size.

Of course.

Jeff Wilton.

Our parolee's son.

Okay, let's get Ben Gordon
and his father in here.

You got it.

( phone rings )

Yeah?

Yeah, it's Speed.

All right, I'll be out there
in a little.

Hi. Thanks
for coming out.

You going somewhere?

Actually, um...

there somewhere else
we can talk?

I have a photo shoot tomorrow
in St. Thomas.

You're a photographer?

A model.

Bathing suits.

It's probably
why I was so comfortable

when you wanted to take pictures
of me.

I realized later I might have
been a little too casual.

So your boyfriend dies
and you're able to go
to work the next day?

Chuck and I weren't married.

I wasn't in his will.

Yes, I need to make a living.

Alison, did you move the body?

Is that what the autopsy said?

When I woke up,
and he didn't respond,

yes, I rolled him over
on his back

and called 911.

Homicide has you calling 911
at 7:00 AM.

Paramedics show up at 7:08.

It takes hours for lividity
to form.

Really?

Really.

I did roll him over
in the middle of the night.

His arm was plopped
over my head

and I couldn't sleep.

After I rolled him,

I must have fallen right back
to sleep.

So he was already dead
in the middle of the night.

I suppose so.

I read in Vanity Fair that time
of death could never be exact.

It's all estimates.

Within hours.

No.

You can't go on your shoot.

Tim...

would you let me know
what you find?

I can't do that.

Look, when it's, uh,
appropriate,

okay?

No, first class on that
equipment's as bad as business.

Look into charters.

Mr. Gordon.

Look, I'm being pulled
into something; call me later.

I thought you were
supposed to bring
your son in.

I did-- he's out front,
having a smoke.

( cell phone rings )

I can't stop him;
he's right out there.

Kid's been staring
at dead bodies
for ten minutes.

Naturals, traumas.

My first year MEs would
have passed out by now.

Says he's here
to see you.

Okay, thank you.

Ben.

I'm Lieutenant Caine.

Hey, you ever kill anyone?

Uh, in the line
of duty.

You want to put
that out, please?

Thank you.

It's an entrance wound,
right?

It's small
because the skin snaps

back into place

once the bullet
passes through.

That's correct.

You like guns.

Yeah. They're cool.

Jeff Wilton thinks
guns are cool, too.

Was Jeff with you
when you shot out
the scoreboard?

No, I did that alone.

Mm.

You ever go
shooting with Jeff?

If I fired a gun,
it wouldn't be at a stupid tree.

What would you shoot at?

The kid who killed Jeff.

So you know Jeff is dead?

Ben?

If he was alive,
he would have called me by now.

You know what?

Why don't you and your
dad go have lunch

for a couple of hours

and then come
back, all right?

Go ahead.

Heard you were
looking for me.

Sleeping on the job?

You a down man
or a feather man?

They aren't the same thing?

Feathers are for flying;
down's for insulating.

The more mature the down,
the better air-trapping ability.

It's called "loft."

That would explain the scratches
on Alison.

Slow death.

He had air
between those feathers.

Down. Goose, to be exact.

That's one scenario.

What'd you get?

Chuck Maxfield died
one day shy of his wedding.

Alison never said anything
about them getting married.

They weren't.
That might've
been the problem.

Chuck was marrying a girl
from Coconut Grove.

Reception was
to have been tonight

at the Delano.

Did you talk to the bride?

Mother.

The girl was too broken up
to talk,

especially when she found out
where the guy died.

They knew Alison?

Never heard of her.

She was his little secret.

You know what we call that
over at Robbery Homicide.

Yep-- motive.

H, I processed the sneaker
from Jeff's locker.

Found soil in the tread.

And?

Soil's humus--

high organic content,
very low mineral content,

with one significant
man-made material,

an epoxy called Mastico.

"Mastico"?
What's it used for?

Repairing headstones.

Headstones?

Jeff's friend Ben.

There's a recurring theme.

Mm, I'm thinking
Redeemer Cemetery.

It's the oldest
one in the county.

Yes, and within walking distance
of the high school.

Looks like the last person
buried here was 1968.

First was 1860.

Something wasn't buried here
very recently.

Decomp?

Yeah.

It's stronger
from over here.

Here you go.

Here you go.

Now... maggots will go
to a wound.

We have an exit wound, head.

Sweet going in,
and ugly going out.

Got another one here
in the back.

This is an entry wound.

Looks like an ambush.

So much for me saying
he was in the Keys.

You know what?

Maybe he was,
because this body was moved.

You see, we got
no blood spatter anywhere...

but we do have
gravitational blood droplets

on his clothes.

So he was moved.

Laid out
like a Christmas package.

Well, I'll pay a visit
to our parolee Pete Wilton,

let him know we found his son.

I would hold off on that.

This is not his kid.

Boy's I.D. says,
"Mark Hubbard."

Born in 1986.

Found his library card
from Antioch High,

and, yes, he was moved.

I'll find you for the post.

Particular attention
to the fingernails, please.

If there's an epithelial,
I'll dig it out.

Calleigh, check out
what I found in here.

The real damage is over here.

Watch your step.

High-velocity spatter,

100-feet-plus per second.

It's consistent with a gun shot.

A shot in the back, right?

Well, after his head's hit,
he didn't go anywhere.

So... trajectory suggests
that he was bent over,

mist is waist high.

And there's the projectile.

I'm going to take that with me.

Bat bag, crumpled.

Maybe that's why he was
bent over,

reaching for it.

Bat bag, scoreboard...
maybe there's a theme here.

Well, blood pool is here.

So, he was bleeding out.

There's a second hit
on the wall over here.

Means he managed
to make his way over,

and dropped to his knees.

And was shot a second time.

The suspect dragged him
from here...

to the cemetery.

There was a third person here.

Yeah, there's a void
in the blood.

CAINE:
Which also means

that there was someone
behind the victim.

Question is, the third guy was

helping
or hindering?

I've got a cigarette...
that might help us.

Death mask.

( gasping )

What's a death mask?

That's Chuck's saliva.

DNA confirmed it.

And?

Did you press his face

into the pillow,

causing him to suffocate?

Yes and no.

Alison...

You're so sure I'm guilty.

I could see it when you walked
through the door.

You have an explanation?

Yes... I pressed his face
into the pillow.

No...
I did not suffocate him.

He did, however...
orgasm.

Excuse me?

My marathon-running boyfriend
was a pillow biter.

Satisfied?

He liked to give himself over
to me.

I, uh,
could be more explicit, but...

I get it.

We role-played around...
2:00 in the morning.

Then we drank
some more wine.

We snuggled.

You okay?

Yeah.

Um... it's just that this job,
it's weird

uh, sometimes.

You know, you learn

certain things about people.

You're interrogating
our witness without me?

No, I was just running
a few questions by her.

You interview her again,
I better be there.

It's protocol.

SPEEDLE:
You wi be there.

You got that?

( music playing )

( music continuing )

WOMAN:
Lieutenant?

Yeah?

Results on those
cigarette butts.

Three separate donors.

One matched the sample you
gave me from Ben Gordon.

Okay.
Thank you.

All right.

DUQUESNE:
There were weapons in this bag.

Plural.
Rifles.

You don't use a bat bag
just to carry handguns.

No, you don't.

Your son is

in a great deal of trouble.

He told me he was hanging out
with Jeff Wilton.

He admitted
they were shooting guns

at Jeff's house,
at the school.

Did he tell you
that he was at the cemetery

the morning that Mark Hubbard
was killed?

NICK:
He told me
they go there

in the mornings, before school,
for horseplay.

I have a blood pattern,
my friend,

that says there were two people
at the cemetery

when Mark was shot
to death.

So, are you the shooter,
or was Jeff?

I'm not saying anything
about Jeff.

Okay.

Where are the guns?

What guns?

CAINE:
They carried
their rifles

in a bag and foolishly
left it behind.

Right?

Hey.

I can wait.

DUQUESNE:
Found this on the handle
of the bat bag.

It's the same as the T-shirt
from Jeff's house.

Okay, thank you.

Hm, "the Four-Twenty Boyz."

It's you, Jeff, and Mark, part
of the Four-Twenty Boyz, Ben?

Is that what time you guys used
to get high every day?

No.

No?

It's not a time;
it's a date.

April 20... is what?

Hitler's birthday,

all around the world,
the whole week.

So we have Waco,

the federal building,
Columbine, and now Antioch.

So you guys were planning
an action, weren't you?

No.

Me and Mark backed out.

Is that why Jeff shot Mark?

I said I'm not going through
with this.

No take-backs.

Forget it, Jeff.
We're getting rid of the guns.

We're going to
break these down,
bury them somewhere.

( gunshot )
I'm warning you.

Jeff told me
if I said anything...

You talk, you die.

Where is Jeff right now?

The mausoleum.

He's not at the mausoleum.
Where is he?

Why don't you tell me

what time you were due
out of school?

3:00.

But there's an assembly today
after class.

At 4:20.

He's going
to start shooting--

today.

( sirens wailing in distance)

Lieutenant Caine.

Bill Roland,
I'm the principal.

Okay, Bill,
SWAT team is on the way.

Any sign of Jeff Wilton?
None.

He could have slipped
into the assembly with
the other students.

Okay, I'm going to need
everybody out of the
building right now.

( fire alarm ringing )
I don't want to
create a panic.

Something just did, Bill.
Everybody out.

Everybody out, Bill!

Everybody to leave the building
right now!

Right now!

( ringing continues,
students screaming )

( gunshots )

( screaming continues )

( gunshots and screaming )

Hey, Jeff.

Let's put the weapon down

and not make it any worse, okay?

You have no idea what I've done.

That's not true, Jeff.
I know about the cemetery.

And I know about Mark.

Jeff, you can put a stop to this
right now if you want to.

You're right.

I can stop.

I want you to think
about your dad.

My dad didn't
care about me.

That's not true.

That is not true, Jeff.

He's back in jail for you.

Lies.
No, no.

He took the gun rap.

Two more years inside for you.

He really went back in?
He did Jeff.

Listen to me now--
he came to me,

and he asked me to find you.

That's the truth, Jeff.

Tell him I said thanks.

Jeff.

Jeff!
( gun clicks )

Jeff, don't move.

Do not move.

I could have killed you.

That's the truth, Jeff.

We're clear.

TRIPP:
You're lucky no one
died here, kid.

( echoed panting )

WOODS:
Tox is in.

You interested?

Ethanol.

Alcohol.

Mm-hmm. Boyfriend was
three times the legal limit.

My guess is vodka. No smell.

Would that amount, um, impede
his sexual performance?

Oh, honey,
that amount of alcohol

would impede an elephant's
sexual performance.

Catch her in a lie?

I have to take a look
at the evidence.

( keyboard clacking )

( beeping )

Hi.

The guy was passed
out on his back.

You took a pillow...

you put it over
his mouth...

...pressed down as
hard as you could,

with these little hands...

and this little charm.

( muffled grunting )

Probably for about
five or six minutes.

Would have taken
less time

with an inferior fill, but...

only the best for you, right?

I was glad when you called.

It's crazy, huh?

I mean, I knew...

but still, I was glad.

You've been playing me
since day one.

If you believed that...

your partner would be here
right now.

I didn't think you heard us.

People get smothered
by pillows...

accidentally.

Yeah, but Chuck wasn't
one of them.

You should have let the guy
get married.

He was watching...

from behind the mirror.

Just like the last time.

I don't conduct interviews
without my detective, ever.

It's time to stand up, Alison.

BERNSTEIN:
You're under arrest
for the murder of
Charles Maxfield.

Can't believe
you did this to me.

Yes, you can.

It's a sorry state.

I'm just grateful
to Lieutenant Caine

that only one person
was killed.

I'm sorry I let you down, Dad.

No. I let you down.

But you killed someone,

and you're going to
have to pay for that...

for the rest of your life.

I want you to think
about that...

hard.

Every day they keep you inside.

'Cause when you do get out,

you're only going to get
one more chance.

And we're not going
to see each other

for a long, long time.

What's going to happen now?

That is up to you.

Think he heard me?

I'll let you know.

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