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TRIPP: Like the drive? Scenic.

Guy lives in a barn? Yeah.

CAINE: What do you got, gentlemen?

We saw our victim-- he's a white male,

he's 25, and he's bound with duct tape.

You been in yet?

Nope. Waiting on you guys.

All right, gentlemen, let's do it.

CAINE: We've got yellow powder on the table.

Bathtub: methamphetamine.

Speed.

CAINE: Cocaine high, no off button.

I've seen people stay up

for 15 days on it.

TRIPP: Look at this place--

disassembled radios,

TVs taken apart.

Tweakers just tweak stuff

till they drop, don't they?

SPEEDLE: He doesn't look like he dropped.

He looks like somebody beat the crap out of him.

Could've been the result of an argument.

Problem is, when a meth-head starts something...

DELKO: No off button.

CAINE: Eric...

Just take it easy.

Something... is not right here.

Tweakers love their porn.

DELKO: Let's see how kinky our guy was.

Eric...

Run.

Run! Get the hell out of here!

DELKO: Get out, everybody out!

( beeping )

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( garbled radio transmission)

You okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Under the heading of "no crime scene is ever safe," huh?

Lesson learned. The problem is

that our murder scene has been compromised in a very big way.

Bomb squad's still sweeping. You're up.

Okay.

Just you and me?

You sound disappointed.

( laughs )

Joe family man.

Makes a milk run to the convenience store and gets popped.

No wallet. Figured robbery.

DUQUESNE: Shot in the heart.

That's kind of personal, don't you think?

I do. So I had patrol

canvass for the wallet.

Found it over there in the trash.

It's got cash, credit cards.

I've got two rounds here, and, you know,

maybe I can get a fingerprint off of this one.

No way. Heat from the primer burns the prints off.

That's true, except this one is unspent,

so it didn't go through the barrel.

I guess the primer probably malfunctioned

because of humidity, so when the firing pin hit it--

nothing, it was a dud.

Hopefully leaving behind a set of fingerprints.

I stand corrected.

That's what I like about you, Hagen.

Oh, my God.

Calleigh?

His name's Dennis Harmon.

You know him?

I know someone who does.

WOODS: Yes, I remember my Christmas party.

I told you no gifts--

you brought one for each of my kids. Why?

The couple there, the Harmons-- Dennis and Julie. Yeah.

Two of my oldest friends. What about them?

No.

Dennis...

We're still young.

You know, Alexx, you could reassign this to another M.E.

I talked to Jones, and he said

he'd be willing to take it.

I'm all right.

( sniffles )

His pupils are dilated.

Opposite of what they'd normally do at death.

I'll get blood to tox.

Homicide notified Julie yet?

I should be there when they talk to her.

Yes, Hagen is doing it.

He's doing it. And, Alexx,

there's something else that I think you ought to know.

This killing has the marks of an acquaintance murder.

There was a faked robbery

and a bullet to the heart, that sort of a thing.

Oh, it's got to be a random.

Dennis wouldn't get caught up in something like...

Listen to me.

Like every victim's friend comes down here--

thinking I know somebody,

what they'd be caught up in.

Truth is...

nobody really knows anyone.

It's all clear.

Lots of blast damage.

This was no little pipe bomb.

No. Probably dynamite.

Yeah. Enhanced by gasoline, set on a time delay.

Yeah. Lucky for you.

We're talking at least 16,000 feet per second.

Really?

Felt like 15. Thank you.

( chuckles ): Right.

What I don't get is,

if you're trying to destroy evidence,

why not put the device right next to the body?

CAINE: He wasn't trying to cover a murder.

He rigged the bomb for kicks

and destroyed evidence as a bonus.

Another piece of the guitar.

Blew that thing apart, huh?

Yeah, I've been picking up pieces of this

all over the room.

Hm. Guitar string.

( camera shutter clicks )

Check this out.

That's some sort of material adhered to the surface.

That's a capacitor.

Energy storage unit? The first component of our bomb.

Judging by the oxidation,

we're near the seat of detonation.

Part of the signature?

CAINE: Mm-hmm.

If we I.D. the signature, we can I.D. the suspect.

CAINE: So how is our tweaker?

WOODS: What is it with white boys

and duct tape?

Tape's hardly damaged.

They say that roaches and duct tape

will survive the end of the world.

Well, at least something's in our favor.

Killer's prints might be on this.

So, is that the last of it? Yeah.

Don't get confused.

I mark my cuts with black ink.

Got it. I'll be in Trace.

I'm going to need a ten-card on this guy A.S.A.P., all right?

More like a one-card. Hands are singed.

All right.

I'll take what I can get.

I'm finding a lot of this material

inside the victim's head wound.

This is the biggest piece so far.

That looks like wood. Is it from the blast?

No. Hemorrhagic tissue indicates

he was alive when the wood fragmented with the impact.

Blunt force trauma.

So we're talking about a possible murder weapon.

Murder was redundant.

He only had a year or so by the looks of his liver.

Let's find out who stole

the last 12 months of his life, all right?

Maple. Nice.

How much from the pre-explosion crime scene do you remember?

About three pages worth.

I'll put it in my F.I. report.

You remember a pool table?

No. I wouldn't have missed that.

Our murder weapon is a pool cue.

Take a look at that. That's at 400x.

Pool cues are made from pressed wood--

20 laminates per inch.

What's the shiny stuff?

The shiny stuff is sugar.

Sap. Standard Canadian maple. Mm-hmm.

So we got two tweakers up for days getting cranked,

start scratching at each other.

Our victim gets subdued somehow,

bound with duct tape and beat to death with a pool cue.

TRIPP: Hey, guys.

The title to the crime scene

is held by Judith Lindeman.

Rents to our victim, Darwin Capshaw.

Darwin? That's ironic.

He's in the system--

small-time drug dealer. Which means he has enemies.

I took a look at his friends.

Last time he was arrested, the report listed

a crime partner: Tommy Lee Harkins.

Tommy Lee Harkins. Let's bring him in.

You seem very agitated to me.

Very agitated. Is that the meth?

I wasn't... No, I'm not agitated, no.

Are the shadow people

chasing you, Tommy?

Is that the meth playing with your head?

Look at those eyes, Frank.

Take a look at those eyes.

Tommy...

did you and Darwin

have an argument that escalated?

N-No.

Okay. What's that on your shirt?

It's-it's-it's nothing, man.

I had a burger on the way here.

No, you didn't. You didn't have a burger.

You're cranked-- your body won't accept food,

so you did not have a burger. Don't lie to me.

It looks like blood, and if it's blood, Tommy,

that means you were within feet of Darwin during the beating.

Which also tells me you participated.

Oh... okay, I was there,

but I didn't do nothing.

It was Chaz.

When he was beating on Darwin, I bailed.

Who is Chaz?

Um... plays the banjo...

all night, all day.

Crazy ass weird songs.

Why was he beating on Darwin?

Uh, Darwin told Chaz that his music sucked.

Your music sucks, man.

Nothing worse than what you play.

So Chaz...

he knocked him on his ass.

You're pathetic, man, it's...

( grunting )

He was...

laughing... while he taped him up,

and then he beat on him some more.

With a pool cue.

Yeah. Yes.

How'd you know all this?

Magic.

( quietly ): Did he kill the girl?

What girl?

Just a girl that Chaz brought around.

You know what, Frank, let's put out a broadcast.

Maybe the girl is still alive.

Ma'am, did your husband have any enemies?

Enemies?

Business, personal.

He's a dentist.

I'm a doctor.

The only people we know are people at the club or...

or the kids' school.

Was there a chance perhaps that he was seeing someone

outside the marriage?

Our marriage, our family is our life.

No, there's no one.

( knocking )

You okay?

I can't believe it. I just can't.

I know, baby, I know.

I don't think I can tell the kids.

They're going to remember

who told them the rest of their lives.

I don't think I'm strong enough.

I'll go with you.

I can't ask you to do that.

Yes, you can.

We'll get through this.

We'll get through this, honey.

Get any prints off the tape from Darwin?

No, nothing.

Hmm...

The duct tape is pretty standard.

Polyethylene resin on one side, adhesive on the other.

Nothing unique enough to lead us to this guy.

Yeah, by itself, duct tape is virtually untraceable,

but look at this section from the ankles

and this section from the wrists.

Lock and Key.

On this mouth section, there's a physical match with the wrists.

Torn consecutively from the same roll of tape.

( tape ripping )

We find that tape,

we can match it to one of these ends.

Hmm, he's got something in his pocket.

What is it? More tape?

No, it's some kind of note.

Can you read it?

No. Char damage. It's bad.

I'm going to be in QD.

Yeah, it is.

Can you do something with it?

Careful, man.

It's fragile.

Yeah, it's the only link we have to a tweak killer,

so if you're going to make it worse,

just maybe forget it.

I got a way to do it.

This paralene will adhere to the paper.

It hardens it.

( soft whirring )

Makes it stable enough for analysis.

( click )

Looks the same.

Looks are misleading.

( electronic trilling )

DELKO: Why infrared?

WELCH: Charred ink absorbs light at a different wavelength

than charred paper.

Lets us see it.

WELCH: Yeah.

( laughs )

There you go.

A name and a phone number.

Yeah, that's a cell phone number.

Meth-heads don't use land lines.

You shouldn't sneak up on people.

Chaz isn't people,

so let's break out the Global Positioning and sneak up on him.

( hard rock playing )

SPEEDLE: There's a lot of extension cords.

CAINE: Mm-hmm.

TRIPP: They're not people who pay their electric bill. Free power.

SWAT Team move into final position.

( police sirens wailing )

Who turned my Skynard off, man?

I can't see my hands.

Police department! Everyone on the ground now!

Move!

( helicopters whirring )

( sirens wailing )

CAINE: Everybody please stand up.

We're looking for somebody named Chaz.

TRIPP: Chaz beat a Darwin Capshaw to death.

Had a young woman he was going to do next.

Anybody seen her?

Know of her whereabouts?

CAINE: Ladies and gentlemen,

if this lady dies, and you have knowledge of it,

you are an accomplice.

Am I understood?

Okay, here's what I want you to do:

Everybody take their left hand

and stick it out, please.

Left hands.

Your other left hand, Scruffy.

CAINE: Very good.

Thank you.

Geez.

Thank you.

Very interesting calluses.

So you're a guitar player,

Chaz?

Where's the girl?

I know all about you.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine.

Homicide.

Bomb Squad.

I run you in on something?

I actually know your brother, Officer Raymond.

Well, I... I knew your brother.

Big meth-head.

God he loved his crank, didn't he?

You probably know that, don't you?

Considering you had to do the mop-up on him

after he checked out.

Chaz...

if you don't tell me where this girl is,

I'm going to tear this place apart, you understand?

Whatever.

( chuckling ): I just crash here.

Okay, you had your chance.

Call in the cadaver dogs, please.

Hi, Calleigh.

Hey.

Any luck on AFIS?

Done run out,

and then moved on to a different database.

Miami employees.

Well, looks like we got our shooter.

Brad Kenner. No priors.

22 years young.

I'll arrange an interview.

You know Dennis Harmon?

No.

Then how did your bullet get in him?

You put this bullet in the magazine.

That's your fingerprint.

( clicks )

First one was a dud.

Second one got him right in the heart.

I've never met the man.

Okay.

He's a stranger.

You try to carjack him,

things went sideways?

No.

Brad, I don't think you understand

the evidence that we have.

Ridge analysis says that you, and only you, loaded the gun

and I can tell you exactly where you keep it--

you either keep it in your basement

or you keep it at your place of employment at the loading docks--

and the reason that I know this is

'cause humidity caused the primer to malfunction.

There aren't a lot of basements in Florida,

so my bet is, it's at the loading dock.

I'll drive over there right now,

recover your gun.

It's not my gun, it's a friend's.

What's his name?

It's a she. She's older.

What's her name?

Julie Harmon.

DUQUESNE: The wife of the deceased.

Do you have her picture? Yeah.

It's Julie Harmon.

She's a pretty woman.

Yeah, she is.

She's a lot of things.

You meet her at a bar?

Her office. She's an eye doctor.

Julie know you were going to shoot her husband?

Yeah. She told me to.

Alexx!

Alexx... wait.

Why would she lie to me to my face?

Why would she have me sit there

and tell her kids their daddy passed like she had no idea why?

My friend-- to my face.

I don't know, but all I know

is that she's not your friend right now,

she's a suspect, and anything

you do or say can jeopardize the case.

And I think it would probably be better

if you just threw everything over to Jones:

tox, final report.

I think you should just turn the case over.

When are you and Hagen going to interview Julie?

I think that it would be better if you didn't know

the particulars of this case anymore.

Okay.

I'm out.

Cadaver dogs are coming up empty.

What's all this?

These are the ramblings of a drugged-out tweaker.

Chaz say anything about Darwin or the missing woman?

No. No, he didn't.

This one's all about a "Tin Man."

Did you say "Tin Man"?

Yes. Tweaker speak

for meth-heads.

"Friends of Tina," "smoking off tin."

( paper rustling )

This is great intel,

I'll get it to Narco.

Right. Burn me a copy of that, will you?

Sure.

Thanks.

What do we have here?

Shotgun shells, soldering iron,

wire cutters...

Trademark tools

for bomb-making.

What've you got?

( sighs )

I checked the out-buildings-- no girl nowhere.

Same here.

We've got to hold him

on his word,

that burned-out tweaker, Tommy Lee.

Did Animal Control take the dog?

There was no dog.

What do you mean?

There was no dog.

Empty doghouse.

Let's take a look at this.

Did you hear that?

Give me a hand with this, Frank.

Yeah.

Give me a hand.

Ready?

Go!

( grunting )

Don't shoot!

Miss, hang on a second. Miss, hang on.

You're okay.

Easy. I got you.

Who put you in there?

I tell you, he'll kill me.

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

Tell me who put you in there.

( garbled police radio transmission )

Miss?

Well...

I guess I know all about you, too, huh?

It must have been scary down in that hole, huh?

When I was underground, I wasn't worried I'd die,

I was just worried I'd die without doing meth again.

How long you been a friend of Tina?

Couple of years.

Couple hundred years.

Hmm.

I used to be beautiful.

You still are, Susie.

( slightly chuckles )

You know, it's so weird. You...

You look like this guy used to get cranked with Chaz.

Real meth freak.

Tin man.

I'm going to need you to, uh...

testify against Chaz for what he did to you and Darwin?

It's one thing to say he shoved me in a box,

but diming him out for an actual murder...

What would it take to make that happen?

Move my probation to Indiana.

Get me a job there.

Maybe I can...

kick this.

Okay.

Let me look into that.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

Uh... me...

Chaz,

Darwin and Tommy Lee, we'd been, uh...

snorting crank for five days straight.

I was so tired, like LSD awake.

Chaz was...

writing songs on his guitar.

I was making

my matchstick houses.

You have to make sure that you line up

all the matches perfectly straight,

so that they're, they're perfectly...

Stupid bitch.

( laughing )

And Chaz just started tripping,

yelling at Darwin.

About music?

Yeah.

Grabbed my cue, started hitting him with it.

( grunting )

( screams ): No!

No, you hit him too hard!

Get off me!

Darwin's head popped open like a tomato.

And then Chaz started taping him up.

Help me get him up.

I don't think he's dead.

I... I froze.

He noticed me,

drug me to his car...

Let me go!

Locked me in the trunk.

Let's go!

Drug me to the dog house.

( sniffs )

And here I am...

looking at you looking at me.

I'm going to need you to swear out a statement.

I'm good at swearing.

Good.

I have made such a mess of things.

Well, then, help us put them in order.

Did you plan the shooting with Brad?

God, no.

He says you gave him the gun.

A .25 registered to your husband.

Yes, I did give him the gun for protection.

He was mugged working down at the docks.

I was worried about him.

Brad says you asked him to kill your husband.

He said that?

Said you met at your office,

you gave him new glasses

and he could see for the first time in his life.

And when he saw you, he knew he was in love.

He di say that.

He said the same thing to me.

Look...

It was just four months. I...

I kept trying to end it.

I told him,

I told him I could never be with him. That...

Well, that if I met him ten years ago,

or in some other life where I didn't

have a husband and three children...

that's... that's why Brad thinks I told him to kill Dennis.

( garbled police radio transmissions )

Are you arresting me?

No. A determination won't be made

until all the evidence is in.

DELKO: Well, this has got to be Chaz's car.

SPEEDLE: Patrol found it.

No leaves or debris on the windshield.

Hasn't been here long.

You want to tow it?

Nah. I think it's easier to examine it here.

Got one jumbo-sized bag of beef jerky.

Two disposable cameras.

More pictures.

More porn.

Won't be taking this to one-hour photo.

( police radio transmissions)

Well, this is definitely

Chaz's duct tape.

Only he cut the end this time.

Which means you can't match it to the other sections.

Dead end.

It's pretty smart for a tweaker.

Maybe not.

I'll see you back at the lab.

Seniority?

It's a priority.

Tell me something good, Speed.

Well, the roll of tape we recovered

from Chaz's car was cut,

so any comparisons to torn ends is out.

But you went further, didn't you?

Look macro, not micro.

Chaz wrote his name on the side of the tape.

So as the pieces were torn

there's small amounts

of ink on the edges

and ink from the torn sections lines up perfectly.

So it was Chaz's roll that restrained Darwin, wasn't it?

( police radio transmissions)

I want to thank you for providing a lawyer.

The system does that, not us.

Don... Don.

VALENTA: Just to be clear,

this arraignment is for

the murder of Darwin Capshaw only, correct?

We're going to be filing separate charges

for the kidnapping of the girl at a later date.

Then the case is over.

No arraignment necessary.

What are you talking about?

We got key evidence that proves that Chaz murdered Darwin.

A roll of duct tape with Chaz's name written on it?

Anyone could have used that on the victim.

CAINE: Hang on a second, guys.

There is an eyewitness to that murder.

Susie Barnam is a convicted felon.

That is not my point.

Yeah, well,

you better read this note.

It's from Susie Barnam,

your star witness.

HAFFMAN: "Chaz, I told you I'd get back at you, you bastard.

I hope you fry in hell. Susie"

VALENTA: Translation:

Game over. Murder charge

and Susie's alleged kidnap.

It's been nice, Lieutenant.

Mmm.

She's telling the truth, Don.

Her character's been trouble for us from the start.

I don't care. I believe her.

It's over, Horatio.

A judge would kick it, no jury would buy it.

No, Don...

You know this guy kills people for thrills, right?

Bring me proof.

Didn't we have some Narco Task Force on this Chaz guy?

That operation is classified. Right, right.

Wasn't your brother Ray part of that unit?

That was classified.

Not classified anymore.

Bring me proof

or Chaz stays a free man.

Did you see this?

Dennis had cyclopentolate in his bloodstream--

150 micrograms per mil, according to the tox report.

Aren't you supposed to be off this case?

Jones got the report.

Can't help it if I can read upside down.

See those ingredients?

That's why Dennis's eyes were dilated at post--

prescription eyedrops.

And who has access to eyedrops and who is an eye doctor

at Coral Gables Professional building?

Your friend Julie.

I'll talk to Hagen about it.

You're not even going to ask me why she'd slip Dennis eyedrops?

I'm a lawyer's daughter.

I don't ask a question that I have the answer to.

Julie, do you have any idea

how your husband came in possession

of this eyedrop solution?

I prescribed it for him a couple months ago.

Why?

He was getting migraines.

They're not designed for that,

but they help de-constrict arteries.

Mrs. Harmon, what is the prescribed use of these drops?

To dilate the pupils so a physician

can get a better look at the ocular muscle.

It also blurs vision, isn't that right?

That is a side effect, yes.

So it would've made it impossible for your husband

to see Brad approach him with a gun.

Wait, what do you want?

( cocks gun )

You're saying I slipped my husband the eyedrops

before he left the house?

Did you?

No.

I was taking care of a sick kid, I told you that.

Dennis must've

taken the drops

just before he got in the car.

His migraines came on fast.

He only thought he'd be gone five minutes.

You don't look convinced.

I, uh...

I guess it's time to call a lawyer.

We have a phrase in law enforcement.

It's called "equivocal evidence."

It means when you can interpret the evidence

both for and against the suspect equally,

we are obligated

to give the suspect the benefit of the doubt.

What happens to Brad?

Uh... he's just 22.

HAGEN: We've got his prints, his confession.

It's murder one.

The State's going to ask for L-WOP.

"L-WOP"?

Life without parole.

H, Just finished logging in all the evidence

from Chaz's vehicle like you asked.

Okay. Anything from the bomb debris?

Uh, Speedle's on it.

Nothing so far.

I'm going over to the photo lab to get the film

in these disposable cameras developed.

Wait a second. What disposable cameras?

From Chaz's car.

Found them on the floor.

Let me see that.

Chaz's car?

( click )

( faint beeping )

It works.

Smile.

Susie said that she and Chaz

were up for five days at Darwin's, but by day four,

Chaz had run out of radios to fix.

Now, disposable cameras

like this one run off capacitors that are powered

by batteries, right?

But in this case, our bomber

placed a nail opposite the flash... here.

So when Eric lifted the box,

tension from something caused a chain of events.

Got some porn.

Let's see how kinky our guy was.

Allowing the capacitor to charge.

Right.

So we have a time delay.

Once fully charged, the capacitor sent electricity

down the wires to the blasting cap.

The cap explodes...

Air is displaced

at 16,000 feet per second...

setting off the jugs of gasoline.

How did it get there?

Guitar string.

When I first went

onto the scene,

I noticed a guitar.

Yeah, so did I, against the couch. So?

So it didn't have any strings.

No, it didn't, but a guitar string could work, couldn't it?

That would create the tension.

I guess Chaz is making a different kind of music.

You guys collected wire cutters inside his trailer, right?

Yes, we did. Nice going, Speed.

This is the coup de grace.

Hmm... Boom.

Got you.

Take a good look around, Chaz.

This is the last room you're ever going to be in that has windows.

Susie's a stoner.

Nobody's going to believe her.

We're not charging you with Darwin's murder, are we, Frank?

We're charging you with the attempted murder

of all county employees

that responded to Darwin's crime scene.

What attempted murder? I wasn't even there.

But your explosive was.

Well, who says it's mine?

And so was your guitar string and your wire cutters.

And so you know,

physical evidence, my friend,

is always better

than an eyewitness.

TRIPP: This is a warrant for your arrest.

You ask me, Chaz, you're looking at 15 to 20 years.

What is this, your consolation prize?

Consolation prize?

Yeah, for the loss of your brother... the Tin Man.

Chaz, this is no way to start your rehabilitation.

Tin Man was a dirty cop.

Who do you think taught me how to make bathtub meth?

Got himself killed

before anyone found out the truth.

Probably went out squealing like a little girl.

Frank...

get him out of here before I soil my reputation.

Police released me.

Yeah, I heard.

You know I didn't do it.

Hey, that's between you and your maker.

Come on, you believe me, don't you, Lex?

You're smart, and you always get what you want.

Get what I want?

Come on.

My husband is dead, and that young boy is going to prison.

Get what I want?

And look who's still alive and fancy-free.

You really think I did it?

No.

You didn't pull the trigger...

but you are responsible.

Believe me, Julie,

you are responsible.

You don't think I don't know that?

There's no telling what you think.

Our families spent every weekend together,

and you've got this whole other life right under my nose.

And I wanted to tell you,

I wanted to tell you a thousand times,

but I didn't because I didn't want

to put you guys in the middle.

But you let Denny take my kids out for ice cream.

Do you know what kind of danger you put them in?

If that boy had shot him

some other night with my kids in the car,

he could've killed them.

He could've killed yours.

Alexx, I...

I am so sorry.

Can you, uh...

Can you find it...

Can you forgive me?

If it was the other way around, could you?

SUSIE: Chaz won't find out where I went, will he?

No. Only your P.O. and I will know where you are.

Thanks.

I thought once I couldn't help your court case

against him, you'd burn me.

Well, life is filled with surprises, isn't it?

( timid laugh )

The Tin Man used to say that.

Did you crank with him?

No. No, Chaz always thought we did, but, um...

Uh-uh.

Isn't that what narcos do, pretend?

What about you?

I'm not going to lie to you.

Tina's too good.

That stuff will kill you, Susie.

I'm hoping for a few more years.

Okay. I will be here if you need me.

Thanks.

Okay.

You take care.

Thank you.

All right.

Go ahead.

CHAZ: Tin Man's whack.

Ask all kinds of questions,

going to get himself killed someday.

CAINE: If the crank doesn't first.

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