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( music playing )

( door opens, gasps )

Help me. Help me.

( yelling )

WOMAN: Somebody call 911!

No, no, no!

( grunts )

WOODS: Brutal murder.

Broad daylight in the middle of the Grove.

Thought I'd seen it all. Paramedics sure left a mess.

Yes, they did.

So, we have

a frozen crime scene.

What about a preliminary? Multiple stab wounds.

Paramedics said they worked on him for 20 minutes.

He was a fighter.

Yes, he was a fighter, and he was a runner, too, wasn't he?

The blood runs all the way back to the house,

which means the killer followed him down here

to finish the job.

Anyone see anything? Well, we have

four eyewitnesses and four different stories.

Typical.

We also have the weapon.

Balisong butterfly knife.

What about a wound pattern?

Yeah!

Cluster stabs around the chest.

That doesn't make sense.

Most knife murders are sloppy.

Doesn't make sense if you're dealing with an amateur.

But we...

are looking for a pro.

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( voices over dispatch )

( dispatch voices continue )

Working on the blood trail?

Yeah, 150 feet and counting.

This guy was strong as an ox.

Get multiple samples, please.

Right. Killer might've cut himself during the struggle.

We could get lucky.

Keep me posted.

I will. Where you going?

I am going to get some love from the Feds. They owe me a favor.

( voices over dispatch )

Hey!

Yeah, you.

Gotta back off.

This is my crime scene.

It's still active.

What are you doing?

He's got evidence!

He's got evidence!

What happened?

How do I know? You let him under the tape.

He was wearing a raid jacket. I thought he was

one of you guys. He just stole evidence

from a murder investigation.

So, who was he?

Killer coming back to the scene?

I don't know, but now I got to find out what he took.

WOODS: Patrol officer just dropped that off.

Vic's name is Avi Golan. Israelicitizen.

And look what's listed under occupation.

"Import/Export."

How organized crime.

That's consistent

with this type of murder, and there's this...

Looks like our friend, Avi, got a little bikini wax.

Or he's wearing a wire.

Hidden surveillance mic.

Wonder who he was working for.

Hmm... ( knocking )

FBI.

Right on cue.

AGENT: Last November,

quadruple murder, West Palm Beach.

Israeli businessman, his wife and two kids. I remember it.

The hit was the work of the Elat Crime Syndicate.

Your vic, Avi Golan, was one of their top lieutenants.

We flipped him, went hunting for indictments on the killer.

Did you get anything? ! Not yet.

Primary suspect, though, is one of Elat's top killers--

a psychopath named Danny Fisch.

Very scary customer.

Likes to work up-close and personal.

Favors knives.

And specifically a butterfly knife

that he likes to leave at the scene, right?

Yeah, that's Fisch's M.O.

That family in West Palm, he, uh...

he took his time.

On the kids.

I, uh...

never seen so much blood.

Avi Golan was all we had.

Can I bring him in?

Sure.

He's a federal parolee.

( phone rings )

Excuse me a minute, will you?

Yeah.

We lost a piece of evidence?

We didn't lose it. Some guy dressed like one of us walked under the tape.

He picked something up, and before we could catch up to him, he split.

Okay, Speed, we have to find it.

Well, Belmontes is cataloguing right now.

We gotta fix this.

( siren blares )

Garbagemen found her on their morning run.

We have an ID? No, not yet.

But we did find this down the alley.

Magazine's not full.

Any idea where she came from?

No, but the way she's dressed, she could've been clubbing

just about anywhere on Collins.

A club, yes. But a party girl, I don't know.

Look at her shoes.

It's got a crepe sole.

Detritus on the bottom.

Sticky. Smells like alcohol.

Yeah, those are definitely the kind of shoes you wear

when you're serving drinks, not ordering them.

I'll start canvassing all the clubs in the area.

Okay.

All right, you ready for a little Dumpster diving?

Um...

Okay.

You know I don't mind getting my hands dirty.

I mean, maggots, wet trash, I am the first one in.

Okay, so what are you waiting for?

Ants.

( chuckles )

Ants?

Yes, I have got a problem with ants.

They are sneaky, and they are mobile,

and when they get on you, even if you get them off...

Okay, Calleigh, chill. I'll take care of it.

You... can get our next floater.

I would love that.

Okay. Thank you.

All right.

Can you get anything off the plastic bag

she was wrapped in?

Yeah, markings on the perforation

should give us a manufacturer.

Well, it's as good as a fingerprint if we can find the roll it came off of.

Got a purse. Could be our vic's.

"Barbara Nance. Hialeah."

WOODS: Cause of death is

exsanguination due to multiple gunshots.

One to the cheek, one to the chest.

And this is the one that killed you, honey.

Ricocheted off your rib.

Bullet nose is distorted.

Looks like there's something caught in the tip.

Silver flecks.

Part of the bullet?

No. It's nonmetallic.

It looks like some sort of paint or latex.

Well, whatever it is, it was the last thing

the bullet touched before it hit her.

All right, I'll take it to Trace.

Whoa, don't be running off yet.

What is that? Some kind of insect?

It's an ant.

Girl, you needed an exterminator.

She had ants on her face.

Well, these aren't your garden-variety Dumpster ants.

And they aren't related to decomp.

Why are they in her stomach?

La hormiga culona-- leaf cutter ants.

It's a Colombian dish.

Are you saying that people eat them?

Fried.

Okay, so we are looking for

a club that serves fried ants.

( music playing )

WOMAN: That's her.

That's Barb.

Had she worked here long?

We started together, so, uh, about a year.

Any customers ever get angry with her or act inappropriately?

We're cocktail waitresses.

But nobody ever got violent?

No.

You don't sound so sure.

The customers we can handle.

Just give us a name.

Our bartender, Mark.

If he isn't grabbing you,

he ignores your orders until you give him half your tips.

Thanks.

Mr. Hobbes, you were tending bar last night?

Yeah, ever since the club reopened.

Reopened with a new name and a new gimmick?

Yeah. Those club kids eat those ants up like popcorn.

( music playing )

Supposed to be an aphrodisiac.

I just don't see how.

You're not the only one.

But... keeps the place packed.

Yeah, it seems like you're doing very well.

Owner's making all the money, not me.

Waitresses' tips could make for a good down payment

on your own club.

What?

Any problems? Anything happen between you and Barb last night?

No.

We got along real well.

Look, I'll help

you any way I can, but my people await.

( clicking )

Mr. Hobbes.

I'd like your left shoe, please.

My what?

I need your left shoe.

Found a casing from a bullet.

Got some unusual trace on it.

See if Belmontes can help us out.

All right.

I'll see where this clown keeps his trash bags.

That's what our waitress was wrapped in.

( music playing )

Tim, tell me you're kidding.

50 blood stains?

Sorry. Next time I'll ask the victim

to die in one spot.

Funny.

How about I do half of them?

Suit yourself, princess,

but you find anything foreign,

you're going to have to do 'em all.

That's fair.

All right.

This guy's running for his life,

bleeding everywhere

and Delgado's complaining about a little extra work.

Yeah, it's not like

she let someone walk off with evidence.

That's not funny.

What he end up taking anyway?

I don't know.

That's what we got to figure out.

If something's missing, I don't see it.

Other than the knife, there's gauze pads,

latex gloves.

The latex gloves, how many did you log?

Four into evidence.

The paramedics double glove, so even number, it's normal.

Right. But I got five on my sketch.

So we're missing the killer's glove.

I guess that explains why somebody might come back.

MAN: Mr. Fisch was nowhere near the location

where Avi Golan was killed.

CAINE: Tell your client

that I can place him at the scene.

That's not what I hear.

What's that supposed to mean?

The responding officer reported

that the scene was compromised.

The procedure was followed

and the evidence will be credible.

Well, have fun proving that.

Are we done?

I have a lunch reservation at Nabo.

Lieutenant Caine?

Uh-huh?

A word.

A key piece of evidence was stolen

and this is the first I hear about it?

What exactly was taken?

It was a bloody latex glove.

The killer's glove?

We think so.

Relax. We're going to find the glove, okay?

You better.

If the Bureau goes down on this,

CSI's coming with us.

Speedle, I just got copied on your report.

You trying to get me relieved of duty?

Everhart, I'm not trying to jam you up.

Everything on that report is accurate.

I just check 'em in. That's it.

Once they sign into the log, it's none of my business.

You're saying that he signed the log?

I wouldn't let him under the tape otherwise, Speedle.

Let me see that.

Oh, that's cute.

Edmond Locard.

Who's that?

He's the father of modern forensics.

It figures.

I found that at the scene.

It's lycopodium.

It's fingerprint powder.

He must have lost it when he went over the fence.

So what? He has fingerprint powder.

Florescent green.

I mean, that's like having brush guards on your SUV.

I have brush guards on my SUV.

And how many times have you gone off road?

Exactly. It's for appearance.

It's like using Locard's name on the log.

So who is this guy?

Some weirdo.

Like a CSI wannabe.

Sorry it took so long.

Did what I could with these.

Not your best work.

I was on a foot pursuit.

Right.

What's that on the back of his scooter?

Can you clean that up?

Sure.

See that streak?

That's a reflection off the fender.

If I can reduce this to a single point of light...

M.D.C.L.?

It's some kind of logo.

You know what?

Do a search for forensic clubs.

Sure.

Geez, there's got to be a hundred of them.

Pull up that one.

"Miami-Dade Criminalist League."

That's him. That's our wannabe.

You Wally Shmagin?

Miami-Dade Crime Lab.

Wow. I mean, wow.

How did you guys find me so fast?

Can we come in?

Was it latent prints,

DNA, did my scooter leave a tread mark?

Where is that glove

that you took from my crime scene?

The glove?

Yeah.

I thought it was junk, you know, a castoff.

It's in the shrine.

Shrine?

What is all this?

My collection.

What, do you sell this stuff on eBay?

No, I buy it.

I have one of the finest forensic museums

in the country.

How do you pay for it?

It's my father's money.

I really hope that's not from ValuJet.

Hey, hey, hey! Be, be careful with that.

Is that really Lizzie Borden's ax?

That's right. It cost me 15 grand.

You should get your money back

because the real ax doesn't have a handle on it.

It's on display,

Fall River, Massachusetts.

No way. The guy who sold me that.

gave me a certificate of authenticity.

But I can find...

I know it's around here somewhere.

Wally. Yeah?

Get the glove, will ya?

Yeah, right.

Bagged and tagged.

Chain of custody still intact.

Hook him up.

The casing we found in your shoe

matches the gun we found in the alleyway.

It matches the bullet we got out of Barb's body.

I must've stepped on it

taking trash out to the Dumpster.

Was that before

or after you and Barb got into an argument over tips?

Bouncer said he had to break the two of you up

out by the Dumpster last night around 10:00.

I know you're stealing tips, Barb.

Don't touch me!

They're always screwing me out of tip money

every night.

She was on a cigarette break.

I told her I was tired of her stiffing me.

And you finally just got fed up?

Do you really think I'd throw my whole life away

over some tip money?

Found the source for that plastic bag

our waitress was stuffed in.

It's like a fingerprint; each tear is unique.

Looks like a match.

It nail our bartender?

No. I collected it from the break room.

Well, bartenders take breaks.

Maybe, but the break room's for women only.

You need a key to get in.

And you're sure the bartender doesn't have a key?

He's actually the reason they put locks in in the first place.

So we're looking at one of our waitresses.

Hey.

Heard you have a groupie.

Our little creep's a forensic junkie.

There's a lot of those around these days.

Yeah, I mean, who dreams

about being a criminalist?

You're kidding, right?

Hey, I grew up watching Quincy.

You mean you didn't?

This is a paycheck.

It's a job. It's not my life.

Well, Mr. Paycheck, you just hit pay dirt.

SPEEDLE: Epithelials inside the glove.

With a name. Courtesy of CODIS.

Thanks, Carrie.

Got a hit on the glove.

Danny Fisch is our killer.

Good. Let's hope it's still admissible.

Why? What happened?

Fisch's attorney is moving to suppress the glove,

Department "F," 10:00 A.M.

They're going to put Wally on the stand?

Mm-hmm.

( sighs )

That kid doesn't have a chance.

I agree.

So we have to give him one.

He's our last shot.

Hey, what's going on?

They won't arrest me, they won't

let me go-- Officer Everhart here

won't even let me use the bathroom.

You know, I could sue. I know my rights.

Listen to me, you little punk.

You got to get a haircut,

we're gonna put you in a suit and tie,

and we have to get you prepped.

Do you understand?

What for?

The defense

is gonna put you on the stand.

They're gonna try to discredit the evidence through you.

Got it?

So... what kind of analysis are we gonna do first?

Like, COfiler? Mass-spec?

I know my stuff. I'm ready for the big leagues. Ready for this?

What is this for?

Tell me exactly what happened.

( clears throat ): I...

I picked up the glove.

It was bloody.

All right, hold on.

You collect the glove.

Upon closer examination...

you saw what appeared to be a red blood stain

on the exterior of the glove.

Now, what time did you leave?

The hell if I know. I was running away from you.

( sighs )

You left at 11:15.

Upon arrival...

...at your personal residence,

you placed the glove

in a secure and locked drawer for safekeeping.

Don't you guys have someone to do this kind of stuff for you?

Keep writing.

( whispering ): ...in a safe...

So... so did you...

did you get that match that you needed on the glove?

Come on, I-I found it.

I think I deserve to know.

You stole the glove from the Avi Golan murder.

You may have blown a federal murder case.

You know what you deserve? Jail time.

I mean, we'll be lucky if that glove's even admissible.

I, uh...

I'm always messing things up.

I'm-I'm sorry.

Let's just make it right,

okay?

Keep writing.

Safekeeping.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah. All right, you're gonna get sleep,

and you're gonna meet me here at 7:00.

Not 7:01. 7:00.

You got it? I have this little party

I'm supposed to go to tonight.

All right, fine.

Just don't drink anything.

I mean that.

I won't.

And you're gonna wear this.

A vest? And a tie.

And I want them both back.

This is about appearance.

You've got to be credible, you understand?

Absolutely.

All right.

I-I don't know if I can do this.

Welcome to the big leagues.

You remember the bullet we pulled out of our waitress?

The silver flecks on it were polyisoprene

with a trace amount of ammonia.

Isoprene-- that's latex.

Ammonia turns it into liquid latex.

Yeah. The bullet hole was

through the top of her blouse.

When a girl has no pockets,

she keeps things one of two places:

in your shoe or in your bra.

So the bullet was shot through whatever

she was hiding in her blouse.

Bartender said she was hiding tips.

Except there's no latex in money.

An airline ticket,

concert ticket...

( chuckles softly )

Lottery ticket.

Here. I lose every week,

but I can't seem to throw them away.

Same silver flecks as on the bullet and the dress.

So our Dumpster Girl was shot through a lottery ticket.

( gunshot )

No one kills for a losing ticket.

And what do you use to scratch a lottery ticket?

So you two worked a shift with Barb last night?

Our night to close. Why?

Can we see your keys?

Happy now?

No.

But I'm getting there.

Do either one of you girls

play the lottery? Everybody here does.

The material that we found on the bullet

that killed your friend

was liquid latex.

There's liquid latex on lottery tickets.

Jackpot on those gets up

to $250,000. And Forensics confirmed

that Barb was shot through a lottery ticket.

Funny thing is, we never, uh...

we never found

the ticket on her.

Well, we play lottery together,

so if you find that ticket, it's ours.

That's not the first thing we have to find.

We need a crime scene.

( music playing )

Looks like a crime scene to me.

Found him wandering around

outside the building.

He says he knows you.

( sighs ): Yeah.

Thanks, Paula.

Sure.

You're a little early, Wally.

Couldn't sleep.

Guess I was a little nervous.

How was your party?

You know, I always feel like I'm...

I'm too late or too early when I go to parties.

I was-was out of there in-in, like, two minutes.

Right.

( sighs ) What're you doing?

Top-secret forensics work...

Case numbers, initials on every page.

You scared... giving testimony against a guy like Danny Fisch?

I'm more scared of letting a guy like that walk.

Right, uh, me, too.

Wally, you should go home... get some sleep.

You got a big day tomorrow.

I could number pages.

Hey, uh, Belmontes get anything

off that bullet casing from the shoe?

It wasn't Trace. I sent it over to DNA.

So, the substance was organic?

It was human skin burnt on the casing.

( gunshot )

And the weird thing is

we don't have any burn marks on our victim.

And two gunshots

with a minimum of spatter, but I, uh... I think

I figured that out.

There's a void in blood

below the waistband.

Yeah, something blocked the spatter,

preventing the blood from traveling below the waist.

Or someone.

( gunshot )

The shooter was sitting on her.

Let's confirm that.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

DUQUESNE: The shooter was

approximately six feet away,

so they couldn't have been sitting on her.

Which means that at least two people

were involved in the killing:

one to hold her down, and one to shoot her.

If we measure the height of the blood spatter, we can nail the sitter.

Problem with the crime scene is that we didn't find any spatter.

Then we have to go back.

( elevator chimes )

Want to take a ride?

( sighs )

I called that kid three times.

He knows about this hearing... We got a call-out

to Wally's condominium.

What does he want, a ride to the courthouse?

Um, there's been a development.

Great. What kind of development?

The paramedics found Wally dead.

Um... he was just here last night...

I know. I'm sorry.

Um...

( clears throat ): I guess we're not going to court.

No. You know what?

Let's go see Wally.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

( elevator bell dings )

( sighs )

Dual lacerations on his scalp.

Chop wounds.

Danny Fisch used a different blade this time.

Wounds are consistent

with an ax, but it's too soon

to draw any conclusions.

Alexx, it's pretty obvious what happened.

There's a bloody ax over there.

Maybe to you, but I still have to do my post, okay?

I think we should round up Fisch before he skips town.

Speed, let's go slow.

I'll see you back at the lab.

I'd like to process this, if I could.

We have one compromised crime scene.

I don't want another one. All right?

I'll see you back there.

Okay.

Okay.

Something feel strange to you?

Yeah. Something is strange.

No forced entry, and no sign of struggle

with the killer, is there?

I'll let you know my findings.

Good work, Alexx.

Hi. Did you get anything on Wally yet?

Massive cerebral trauma brought on by penetration

of the skull.

So he was killed by the ax?

Mm-hmm.

But not by another's hand.

Wait a minute. You're saying that it was self-inflicted?

First few blows

are shallow, along a parallel axis.

Yeah. So the killer missed.

No. There would

be defense wounds

on Wally's hands and arms, Timmy.

These shallow cuts on his head?

Hesitation marks. Classic

indicator of a suicide.

Danny Fisch is a pro.

I mean, he could have staged this

to be a suicide, no problem.

That's not my finding, baby.

The fatal blow is self-inflicted.

So Danny Fisch is going to walk then?

Like you said, the guy's a pro.

Nobody's that good.

What are you doing?

Are all these

stains from the blood trail in the park?

Yeah. I got them organized. What do you want?

There's been a change of plans.

I need to get these done now.

Okay. First, step away from the desk.

You are not a DNA analyst.

If you want them done, I'll do them.

There's got to be blood from Danny Fisch at the scene.

There has to be.

How long you think it's going to take?

Several hours.

Once I get the samples

in the 310, there's not much to see.

I'm not looking for entertainment.

What do you say I call you when the results are up?

You can grab dinner or something.

I'm not hungry.

I'd prefer it.

You won't even know I'm here.

We know she was shot right here.

Okay.

And the blood that she spit hit the person sitting on her.

So, the rest of it's got to be somewhere.

You know, places like this use sheers

to create privacy.

They're only tied back when they clean the joint.

( music playing )

Silhouette of the accomplice.

Barb's blood outlined one of her killers.

( gunshot )

You're too tall.

Let me try it.

What's that for?

This is for our own lottery.

And the winner doesn't have to go to jail.

38 inches.

33 inches.

That's still too tall.

30 inches.

So, I guess

you were telling the truth.

DELKO: You didn't shoot Barb after all.

Just held her down while someone else did.

That's an interesting burn.

How'd you get it?

Um, I flat iron before every shift.

Our hair doesn't look good, we get docked.

( Hobbes sighs )

Can we go now?

You can.

Not you.

DUQUESNE: See, the thing about

cleavage, Rachel, is that it just

begs you to look.

Pays the rent.

Well, it may have

done more than that.

That is not a burn from a flat iron.

DELKO: We know Barb was

hiding a winning ticket.

Do not walk away from me, Barb. No, you have it. I swear I don't

have the ticket. It's not true.

We know you won.

You watched while Barb

and Jen fought, and then you went

behind the bar, and you got the gun.

I don't have it.

Don't touch me. ! Where did you put it?

You're crazy.

Quit messing around, Barb.

I swear...

She's not talking.

Rachel, don't... ( gunshot )

Oh! You shot her!

Shut up and find the ticket.

( gunshot )

( gasps )

DUQUESNE: The DNA from your swab

matches the DNA from the casing, which means

we know that you're the shooter.

She asked to borrow my tip money to buy lotto tickets.

I said, "Just cut me in if you win anything."

She never said a word.

Where's the ticket now?

Yeah, right. So you can have the money?

I don't think so.

Really doesn't matter that much,

because lottery tickets expire after a year,

and you're going to be doing at least 20.

Where's the ticket?

I'll get this.

No. The best way to deal with fear is to face it, right?

( chuckles )

Absolutely.

( shallow breathing )

$250,000

winner.

Now it's evidence.

I'll just be a minute.

Stragglers?

A few.

So far all we've got is your victim's blood.

Hmm.

( beeping )

What?

Sample 48 is different than your victim's.

That's a gravitational drop.

Avi Golan must have taken

a swing at his killer.

( grunting )

He left one drop of blood evidence.

That Danny Fisch?

Hang on.

14/15, 14/15,

15/16, 15/16...

19/25.

It's a match.

We got him.

ATTORNEY: I've done all I can.

Well, DNA's a lock.

Found Danny Fisch's blood

at the Avi Golan crime scene.

Fisch stabbed him to death.

More than likely, the U.S. Attorney

is going to move for the death penalty.

It's our case. Why don't we run with it?

This is a tricky conflict of interest.

You know?

Wally?

Speed, Wally did this to himself.

Poor kid was so frightened, he offed himself.

That's not true.

I spoke to Wally's parents, and apparently,

it's not the first time he tried to kill himself.

Now, they gave up on him,

but you didn't.

So, uh,

what happens now?

Well, you go home,

you get some rest,

and you come back to work.

Just like that?

It's not that easy, is it?

No.

No, it's not.

Anyway, I'll see you, uh, tomorrow.

Yup.

As always.

Hey, Speed...

nice job.

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