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( techno music plays )

Everybody back.

The girls have arrived.

MAN:
DJ Scorpious here, y'all,

liquid mixing it
till the sun goes tall.

Hey, I got to get back
to the bachelorette party.

What about you and me?
What are you talking about?

When we get the bride-to-
be sufficiently wasted,

I'm going to come back for you.

You promise?
I promise.

DJ SCORPIOUS:
G's up, ho's down.

You ain't quakin'
and shakin' the bacon,

then you ain't even playin'.

Yo, y'all,
let's kick it trance style

with a new test press
from my boys from My-Mo--

D-Day Bomb Squad.

( crowd whooping )

This place
doesn't have sprinklers.

You're right. Hit the alarm.

You, hit the alarm!

( alarm blaring )

Let's go. Everybody out!

Everybody stay calm!

There's an exit over here.

( screaming and yelling )

This is Eric Delko, CSI.

There's a major structure fire
at Club Descent--

Northwest
7th and Main.

Hey!

It's chained! Move!

WOMAN:
Oh, my God!

I'm locked in!

( screaming and yelling )

Connie?! Connie!

Hey, have you got
any more of those?

No. I don't think
it's going to be enough!

Get the hell out of here!

Connie?

Connie?! Connie,
don't go that way!

Follow me!

The front door is packed!

It's bottlenecked up there.

There's too many people
up front.

Delko, that door over there
is open!

Come on over here!

( yelling )

Connie! Connie!

Oh, my God-- Mandy,
she's still inside!

I got to go back in.

( screaming and yelling )

Everybody stop!

There's an open door over here!

Come this way!

Are you okay?!

Eric, where's Speed?

He's around back!

He's helping people out!

Fire Rescue's on their way!

Take my hand!
I got you!

Connie!
Take my hand!

Connie! Connie, wake up.

Come on, man, we got to get
these people out of here!

CAINE:
Everybody get away
from the building!

Get away from the building!

It's about to collapse!

The building
is about to collapse!

Let's go!

( screaming and yelling )

( coughing )
Keep breathing.

Deep breaths, ma'am,
deep breaths.

Get a blanket on her.

Get a blanket.

( coughing and gagging )

Hold these people back!

( loud rumbling )

It went down so fast.

I didn't see a thing.

We'll figure it out, Speed.

We will find out what happened,

and this building
will be our witness.

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Make sure any evidence

that's tied to
a particular body

stays with that body.

P.D. needs a list of the victims
and the missing.

Eric, I can't feel anything.

That's good, right?

I-It's okay, Connie.

You're going to be all right.

Just hang in there, okay?

How is she?

I don't think
she's going to make it.

The DJ's deck was
here, and, uh...

that's the remains
of the dance floor.

Ceiling went up in minutes.

Any sign of accelerant?

Canines haven't alerted.
Nothing.

That's what I
was talking
about over there.

Chained door.

So, if we have
two chained exit doors,

did we miss anything?

You know me better than that,
Horatio.

Permit was filed five months ago
when it opened.

Exits were free
and clear.

There was a compliance issue.

A compliance?

A month back-- soundproofing.

Soundproofing.

Okay, Speed, we need to take
a look at that soundproofing.

Where's the owner?

He's outside with Bernstein.

Quentin Haid.

I'll call you right back.

DJ Scorpious.

There's a lot of
people wanting
to talk to you.

Yeah, well,
I'm right here.

You want to tell
me what happened?

You want to tell me
why you frontin' on me?

I'm not frontin'
you, all right?

I'm with Miami P.D.--
the crime lab.

You got out
pretty quick.

There's not a speck
of soot on you.

Yeah, well, I saw the flames,
and I bounced, dog.

Yeah, well,
who gave you permission

to use the pyrotechnics?

I use them every weekend.

They just like sparklers.

Just like Fourth of July.

Nothing ever goes wrong.

All it takes is one.

Excuse me,
are you the owner?

Yeah, that's me.

You ever hear
of a sprinkler system?

Didn't need them.

The club was
grandfathered in--
built pre-code.

Yeah,
and I bet you

those chained exit doors
were grandfathered in too, huh?

What'd you expect me to do?

People were sneaking in.

And dying to get out.

15 dead, 58 in the hospital.

Were you trying
to get out of your lease?

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything.

The average life span of a club
is six months.

You were due, my friend.

Now, do you have an office
we can talk in?

Inside.

Show me.

You have a flash burn

on your face, Mr. Haid,

which indicates you've been in
the presence of an accelerant.

Are you a base-head?

I had an accident
a couple days ago.

Where's your coke?

I got rid of it.

( chuckling ):
It's a bad habit.

Yes, and stupid.

Did it start the fire?

Why would I torch my own club?

This is my life.

I got all my money here.

I don't believe it.

Somebody took
my money!

It's not your day, is it?

I had $15,000.

Who else had the combination?

Just one of my bartenders--
Johnny Brosnan.

Who happens to be missing,
right?

If you were robbed,
that safe is evidence.

Hang on. Yeah?

What's up?

I'm, uh, I'm all right.

I'm here.

You need to
take the day?

Oh, no.
I need to work.

I need
to be here.

Okay. I need that safe printed.

Okay.
Let's have Bernstein

do some background work
on the employees.

Theft and fire.
Start with the owner.

Okay.
Good.

Hang in there.

( phone ringing )

Horatio.

TRIPP:
I got a D.B.

needs your attention.

Yeah, listen, I'm in the middle
of something here.

Well, I've got orders
to grab you, pull you off.

Red ball, high-profile.

You've been, uh... requested.

Political or judicial?

Both.

Okay.

Your Honor,

why don't you tell me
what happened.

The woman in the bathroom.

Her name's Jill Susan.

She's a prostitute.

Is your wife out of town?

My wife died last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't have time
to wine and dine women.

Jill comes once a week,

same time.

Spends
the night.

She got here
right before 11:30.

Usually by taxi,
but tonight she drove herself.

Car's in the driveway.

It's a BMW.

I'll run the
registration.

Okay.

She seemed a
little disoriented.

Agitated.

She asked
if she could grab a shower.

A few minutes
later, I heard
a loud noise.

I ran in.

She'd fallen.

I turned off
the water,

called you guys.

Can you help me?

You know how this looks.

I do.

Let's see if Jill's body
confirms your story.

They got you too, huh?

Busy night.

No semen,
no defense wounds.

She does have
what appears to be

a fracture
of the frontal skull.

Mmm.

A lot of blood over
here on this faucet.

And that looks like

bloody mucus,
doesn't it?

( coughing )

Check this out.

Looks like soot.

You get this
from smoke inhalation.

And I think
I know where it came from.

It's on her clothes, too.

Club Descent.

This lady was at the club.

Smoke inhalation's
like a time-release bomb.

You walk away
and think you're okay.

( coughing )

Soon, you're
not walking at all.

( coughing )

So, our body count is up to 16.

Registered owner of the BMW
is Quentin Haid.

Let's impound that.

All roads lead back
to this club owner, don't they?

It's weird, Alexx.

I barely even knew her,
you know,

but I feel like I had
to pay my respects.

Don't apologize
to anyone, honey...

especially me.

What was the cause of death?

You sure you...?

A combination of injuries led
to her death.

People don't realize
there are so many ways
you can die in a fire,

not always from flames.

Carbon monoxide poisoning?

No. She breathed in
superheated air.

( gasping )

Spasm of the
epiglottis.

Scorched her airways.

She was a strong
girl, Eric--

made it to the front door--

but human nature got the best
of her.

Fight or flight?
( chuckles wryly )

These people did both
at the same time.

( coughing and screaming )

Trampled her.

She's got

three fractured ribs,
ruptured spleen.

You didn't even see it coming,
did you, sugar?

( sighs )

I never even got her last name.

She was one of the few

whose looks
were preserved enough

to match
face to I.D.

Wilkes.

Connie Wilkes.

Thanks, Alexx.

Jill Susan was
a cocktail waitress.

Yeah, we know.
We checked out her pay stubs.

Four thou a week
for three nights work?

You know what we call that?

Yeah, a very good waitress.

A prostitute.

We got ahold
of your employee list--

two bartenders...
one bouncer...

33 cocktail waitresses?!

You were running girls
out of your club, weren't you?

Nope.

Yup.

Oh, yes, you were.

You were running girls,

and in fact, even
after this girl

survived the fire,
you had her go and turn a trick.

That's who you are.

I didn't force her.

No,

but you did lend her your car.

I let her borrow it,
but now I want it back.

When can I get it?

It's been impounded.

You know, the thing
I find amazing about you

is that
you have not inquired

about her
memorial service,

and yet you
want to know

where your car is.

That's pretty salt of the earth.

You know what? You can go.

Go.

He can go?

Yeah, let's let him go.

Call the impound lot
and tell them

not to let him
on the premises...

for 24 hours.

The old squeeze play, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Danny,
you got my message?

Yeah.

You all right, bro?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm all right. You?

Yeah, I'm all right.

So, you got to...
you got to print me?

Yeah. Money was stolen
from your boss's safe,

so it's just, uh,
standard procedure.

It's not a problem.

You're near the hospital.

I was heading there anyway.

I heard about that blood drive,
man, for the victims.

Yeah.

Danny, uh, you're the bouncer
over there.

Let me ask you.

Did you know
about the chained exit doors?

Look...

I didn't like Quentin,
but he did hire me, so...

He already admitted to my boss

that he chained the doors
to keep out sneak-ins.

Yeah, I probably should have
said something,

but he always told me
he hired me for my size,

not my opinion.

Well, uh, what is your opinion?

Quentin didn't care
about the club.

Just the women and the money.

You know, sometimes
when he wasn't around,

I'd dump the place.

You'd dump it?

Yeah... to keep it
under max occupancy.

Make everyone go out,

then recount them
when they come back in.

All right, man.

We're, uh... we're all done.

Take care.

Yeah. You, too.

Is the fire talking yet?

SPEEDLE:
A little.

We can't reconstruct anything
until the floor is clean.

There is a direct heat source
from the stage

to the ceiling overhang.

The pattern indicates
that it was

from the pyrotechnics.

Well, the ceiling's 12 feet
from the floor.

The curtains
ignited high,

and they burned, dropped down.

( cheering )

There's remnants on the floor.

I'll collect the fireworks
and the curtain remnants,

and H wants
that soundproofing stuff.

Okay.

Hey, look at this.

What?

I guess the DJ recorded
his shows.

The recorder's damaged,
but maybe the tape's okay.

Maybe that'll help us out.

You process the tape
and the soundproofing,

and I'll take care
of the rest, all right?

Deal.

( whirring )

( whirring )

Hey.

Hey, check this out.

So I took the audio
tape of DJ Scorpious,

I restored it,
I transferred
it to digital,

and then, I brought it up
on the computer. Listen.

SCORPIOUS:
Yo, y'all,
let's kick it trance style

with a new test press
from my boys from My-Mo,

D-Day Bomb Squad.

( music playing, laughter,
fountains shoot off )

( screaming and scuffling
on the mic )

Okay can you, uh, isolate
the microphone track

and take away the music?

Great minds.
Already done.

( beep )

Okay, this is what

the mike picked up.

Now tell me if you
hear what I hear.

SCORPIUS:
Yo, y'all,
let's kick it trance style

with a new test press
from my boys from My-Mo,

D-Day Bomb Squad.

( pyrotechnics whooshing )

Amplify that last part.

Play it again.

( amplified whooshing )

SPEEDLE:
Those are accelerant vapors
being ignited.

And the scent dogs
didn't pick it up.

So it means it was something
they weren't trained for.

It wasn't gasoline,
paint thinner...

any of the usual suspects.

( clearing throat):
Ethanol...

oak tannins,

saccharum officinarum.

It's sugar cane.

There's one type of alcohol
aged in oak barrels,

distilled from sugar cane-- rum.

Well, imagine that,
alcohol in a club.

The curtain behind the DJ was
doused with the stuff.

Proximity, opportunity.

Why are you guys trying
to grit me?

I'm telling you right now,
straight up,

I had nothing to do with this.

SPEEDLE:
All right,
first of all,

let's go ahead and drop
that street thing, okay,

because we know
that you're from Aspen.

Now there was rum
poured on the curtain

directly behind you.

( music plays )

You were the first one
out of the club, Mason.

It just doesn't look good.

Don't you think I know

people paid money
to see me spin,

and now they're dead?

I've got to sit with that

for the rest
of my life.

I did not pour the rum.

Well, you did something.

Yeah.

I kicked over one
of the fountains.

After it went off,
I tried to stop the fire,

but it did not work.

It made it worse,
so I bolted.

What kind of pyro do you use?

Standard, eight by ten.

Can you clarify?

It, uh, burns for eight seconds,
and it shoots ten feet high.

Nine-volt triggers it.

Ignites black powder

and titanium particles.

It practically burns cold, man.

I mean,
the tip of a match is hotter.

You can put your hand
right in it.

Yeah, but a spark's a spark,

and you seem
to know all about it.

Yeah, sparks are show business.

I'm in show business.

Fire's a no-go.

I just play.

SPEEDLE:
Okay, well,

do us a favor,

and play close
to the sandbox, okay?

Did you sign off on
the soundproofing?

Not specifically.

Okay, Ronnie, we are not
in a court of law yet.

Yes or no?

On the reinspect last month,

we found egg crate material
that wasn't flame-resistant.
Mm-hmm.

Told him he had two weeks
to replace it.

Went back, follow it up.
Receipts checked out.

He upgraded.

Did you retest?

It's like a fix-it ticket.

Show of proof,
Gentleman's Agreement.

Our guy is no gentleman.

Check out this burn damage.

Yeah.

Char's too deep.

Something's not right.

Good news.

My people will be able

to figure out why.

If I somehow had any part
in this...

Let's not go there
till we hear back

from Trace, all right?

Yeah.
Okay.

With the room clean,

we can finally make
some headway.

Check out this burn pattern
on the stage floor.

I guess the DJ was
telling the truth

about that part of the story.

He kicked one
of the fountains over.

Well, he said
the sparklers shot up ten feet.

Ceiling's 12,
so that's a little bit of give.

So the pyros kicked in,

sprayed sparks
towards the ceiling

onto the curtains,

and then ignited the vapors
from the rum.

( cheering )

Hey, Calleigh.

Look at that.

That's a pour pattern.

Somebody poured rum
on these curtains...

from here...

...to there.

This room hasn't
been cleared.

You guys get anything?

Check that out.

End table burned from below.

That's interesting.

Fire originated
at the DJ's station,

climbed up and outward
across the ceiling,

maintaining a high
burn, but in here...

in here the burn is low.

High burn in there,
low burn in here.

Linked by a common accelerant.

You guys
smell that?

It's burnt flesh.
It's everywhere.

Yeah, but it's more pronounced
in here, isn't it?

Excuse me...

A lot of drop down
right in this area.

Speed, you want to help me
with this?

Whoa.

This could be
the missing bartender.

Maybe he got caught

in here during the fire.

Maybe he started it,

and got caught
in the middle of it.

No, there's an awful lot
of blood for a burn victim.

Yes, it certainly is
a lot of blood.

Someone could have started
this fire to cover a murder.

Victim was stabbed.

He's got multiple
incised wounds,

surrounded by contusions.

That, and the inconsistent
pattern, tell me

they weren't
from a knife blade.

A broken bottle?

Could be.

Let's see.

Here you go.

Colored glass.

Amber.

A shard may have punctured
his liver.

Stabbers usually
cut themselves in the act.

Okay, so that means
we're going to have to sift

through every piece of debris
that's been through this area.

It's separated by rooms outside.

I'll go.

No soot in his nose or mouth.

He stopped breathing
before the fire broke out.

Guess he didn't start it.

Well, we can't assume that yet,
but what we can say is

every time
we eliminate a suspect,

another one pops up.
( cell phone beeping )

Hang on. Yeah?

TRIPP:
Squeeze play's paying off.

The impound lot's getting
a lot of grief

from our buddy, Quentin Haid.

How many times
has he been there?

Going on four.

( phone snaps shut )

How you doing?

Real good, thanks.

Car's ready.

Where is it?

Inside.

Okay. Give us a minute,
will you?

You betcha.
Thanks a lot.

CAINE:
Ready?

Okay, Pete has released
your car.

You got to sign.

Right there.

It's one garage to the back.
It's all yours.

CAINE:
They say...

that patience is a virtue.

And it looks like

the cash survived
the fire, huh?

You got a warrant?

Don't need one
if it's in plain sight.

And I see over $30,000 there.

Not 15, like you said,
so what's up?

I thought the bitch might have
stolen it out of my safe.

And you know what?
I was right.

Here's the problem
with that scenario:

we found over 12 sets of prints
on that safe-- all you.

Ha. My own prints
on my own safe? Big deal.

You do that every night,
don't you?

Squirrel away a chunk so it
doesn't show up on the books.

Just like you did last night
before you torched the place.

Never happened.

Why don't you let me
decide that?

In the meantime,
I want you to hear me.

If I find out you did this,

if you hired
somebody to do this,

if you stood there
and watched while it happened,

I will get you.

So, right now, I will
settle for pandering,

but I want you
to think about Jill

while you're being booked.

Hands behind your back.

( handcuffs jingling )

( alarm ringing )

( screaming )

( clamoring )

( pounding on door )

MAN:
Let me out of here!

Open the door!

All right,
right behind you guys.

WOODS:
Body's clear.
Room's all yours.

Tim?

What?

You okay?

Look at this.

So it doesn't close.

It's weighted.

Should close by itself,
but it doesn't.

And it didn't
the night of the fire.

( alarm ringing, screaming )

I was able to get out
because it was open.

Light shined through.

I remember trying to get people
out of this exit,

but it was too close
to the flames.

What are you getting at?

Somebody left the club
in a hurry,

right before the fire
and forgot to shut the door.

And maybe, just after
he stabbed our bartender.

Yeah, the only problem is

any blood would be too degraded
by the fire.

But if you were
the first one out
once the fire started,

you probably touched the
blood when it was still wet.

I didn't have any blood
on my hands.

Wait a minute...

I remember thinking
that this was hot.

I used my sleeve.

You still have that shirt?

Well, the blood sample
from Tim's shirt did have DNA,

but no hit in CODIS and
nothing to match it to.

Hey. Finished
running background

on the club employees.

Check this out.

Danny Maxwell, our bouncer.

No criminal history,
no pyro past,

but get this--
he's a three-time loser.

Applied three times

over the last year to
Miami-Dade Fire Rescue.

Rejected all three times.

Whoa, back up, okay?

I saw this guy
run in from the front

and try to put out the fire.

I mean, he pulled bodies
with me.

Well, he does know
the layout of the club

and all about
the doors.

And that blame would go
to the owner or the DJ.

He started the fire so
he could pull people out

because it was his dream
to be a hero, right?

And in the middle of it,
he stabbed his witness:

the bartender.

I'll get a warrant for his DNA,
and I'll work him.

Hang on to that,
Speed. Eric?

Eric, you have
the relationship
with this guy.

You can do it.

Yeah. All right.

Um, what about the warrant?

He said he was going
to give blood today.

Okay, but remember--

we are dealing
with a firestarter,

and they can be very, I repeat,
very unpredictable, all right?

Oh, hell, Mr. CSI.

I must be
in big trouble now.

How's it going, Danny?

Well, I had to wait in line
half the day.

You here to give?

No, no, I got to... I got
to get myself psyched up.

I, uh, never donated
blood before.

I think I get enough
on the job.

Okay, you can sit up now.

Easy.

Apply light pressure on the arm.

See you again
in eight weeks?

I'll be here.

So how's
the investigation going?

Looking like
an accident.

Possibly negligence.

Your boss was into
some pretty shifty stuff.

So we're bringing him up
on a few charges.

So that's why
you're here.

We wanted to see
if we could count on you

to testify as to what
you saw at the club.

Definitely.

That's great.

Well, uh, Danny, would you mind
going down to CSI,

giving my boss
a formal statement?

Whatever you need, man.

Appreciate it.
I think I'm going to stay

and donate some blood,
do my part.

That's great.

You can save three lives
with one donation.

I'll see you there.

How's it going?

Well, the piece of
soundproofing you gave me

was indeed flame-
resistant at one time.

At one time, but...

But we've recovered some trace

and the soundproofing
was covered with it.

The Fire Marshall did say
there was a compliance issue

and that he ordered the owner
to get the flame-resistant foam.

The receipt backs that up.

Well, Mr. Compliance did in fact
get the safe stuff originally,

but he altered it
with things like

acetone, propane,
other ingredients,

if you get my drift.

I get your drift.

I'd love to be there
when you tell him.

His insurance guy's
going to love it even more.

He's not in custody?

His attorney popped him out
this morning,

and the first call he made
was about his policy.

Toni.

What do you have for me?

News you can use.

Blood from the shirt
Tim gave me

matches the sample you
got from the blood bank.

Okay, that's good.
Thanks.

H.
Mm-hmm?

All signs point
to Danny Maxwell.

You want to run him
over the coals?

It's your
interrogation, Eric.

But, uh...

You've gained his trust.

Now, use it on him.

Kill someone?
I saved lives.

Eric, you were there.
You saw me.

I-I should be getting a medal,
not the third degree.

SPEEDLE:
That's an ironic
choice of words.

Look, Danny, prove us wrong.

Show us the palms of your hands.

He's not going to do that,

'cause he's
hiding a cut

from stabbing the one witness
to his crime.

DELKO:
Look, it's okay.

Really,
it doesn't matter.

We found your blood
on the back exit door.

So?

So that puts you back there
before the fire,

and after you stabbed
the bartender.

But how would you even be able
to match my...?

I see.

Guess you didn't
donate blood after all.

You took it.

Your trash; my evidence,

along with
a rejected application

to Miami-Dade Fire.

"Nothing in this applicant's
profile stands out sufficiently

to recommend him for
employment," etcetera, etcetera.

You started the fire
to be a hero

so you could finally get
into the Department?

SPEEDLE:
I'm really sorry

that didn't work out for you,
pal.

You doused those curtains...

and then you timed it
just right

so that when the pyro sparked,
it would light your fire.

Alcohol isn't typically used
as an accelerant

because the vapors
aren't as strong

as those
of a heavy hydrocarbon

like gasoline.

You knew that.

You knew the dogs wouldn't
pick up on the scent, also.

Somebody else did.

Danny?

What the hell are you doing?

( bottle breaking )

( yelling and grunting )

( groans )

D.J.:
Yo, y'all,
let's kick it trance style

with a new test press
from my boys from My-Mo--

D.J. Bomb Squad!

You thought it was just going
to be a nice little fire

and you could
race on outside

and come back in and put it out.

( patrons screaming )

You just don't...
understand.

I was born... to be a fireman...

like my... like my dad,
like my grandfather.

I was born to help people.

Yeah, well,
a real firefighter

would've known that there are
a hundred variables

that can turn a controlled fire
into a chain of disaster,

starting with
the flammable stage curtain.

SPEEDLE:
Yeah, and the fact
that the D.J. happened

to kick one sparkler
into your accelerant

and light the place up
like a tinder box.

DELKO:
And the club owner chained
the exits.

I just...

needed to stand out.

Well, I guess you stand out now.

Hi.

Hey.

I'd like to donate blood
in honor of Connie Wilkes.

Sure.

Would you like
a notification card

to be sent to her family?

No, no, that's okay.
It's just for me.

Okay.

HAID:
Ha.

What did I do now,
park in the red zone?

( chuckling ):
We've been able to prove

that the fire
was set intentionally.

Your bouncer, Danny Maxwell,
will be held responsible.

Ah, so you
were wrong about me.

Not entirely.

This is a piece of soundproofing

that you spray painted
to pretty up your club,

in defiance
of the Fire Marshall

and defrauding
your insurance company, right?

If any false information
were filed intentionally,

or alterations
made to the property

without consent...

the policy will be negated.

So you will never ever
get insurance again,

and you will never
open another club.

And even if you manage

to stay out of jail,
which we doubt,

you'll spend the next ten
to 20 years in and out of court.

Last count,
67 plaintiffs

filed a wrongful death
civil suit against you.

And I know at least one judge

that will love
to be there for that.

Horatio.

Hey, Ronnie.

You okay?

What's the matter?

I'm going to resign.

Wanted you
to be the first to know.

Ronnie...

you could not have prevented
what happened in there.

All those souls, Horatio...

I understand that.

But we need more good men,
not less.

And now more than ever.
You know that.

About the guilt?

Ronnie...

Ronnie,
the guilt keeps us sharp.

It makes us better.

Now will you at least
think about this?

Thanks, Horatio.

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