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( music playing )

Look, my parents probably won't even ask,

but if they do, I spent the night at your house, okay?

( sirens blaring )

Damn.

Lieutenant Dangle's on my ass.

Call you back.

I'm not even going that fast.

Hi, Officer, I think I'm lost and...

( gagging )

( screaming )

( screaming )

( garbled radio transmissions)

You make good time?

Yeah, yeah, I...

I rolled out as soon as I got the call.

Oh, no.

What? Did you know him?

Yeah.

His name is Dan Cofield.

I worked a case with him a few years ago.

He's got a wife and kids.

H...

CAINE: Yeah?

Girl says Officer Cofield pulled her over,

walked up already covered in blood,

collapsed right in front of her. Is that her right there?

Yeah, her name's

Mallory Jacobs.

She didn't do it, though.

I checked in and around her car--

no gun, no casings,

swabbed her hand for GSR.

Unless she's the greatest actress in the world,

the kid's telling the truth.

Let's call in all shifts.

They hit one of us...

they hit us all.

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CAINE: He took two in the vest, Alexx?

WOODS: Mm-hmm.

Class-2 vest did its job.

Stopped these bullets from penetrating.

So what killed him?

Well, vest can't stop what it doesn't cover.

Bullet entered his upper torso,

penetrated his lung.

Bloody foam around the mouth indicates

pulmonary edema.

Lungs filled with fluid.

Poor boy couldn't breathe. So that explains why

he couldn't use the radio to call for help, right?

WOODS: Yeah.

( coughing )

I'll know more when I finish my post.

Okay. Thank you.

DUQUESNE: Three bullets struck the passenger-side door.

They're all .38 caliber.

Cofield get a shot off?

His magazine's missing five rounds,

but I haven't seen any casings.

My guess is he was shot somewhere else.

That corroborates our witness' story about the stop,

so I guess this isn't our primary crime scene.

Right now, it's the only one we've got.

I've got blood and hair.

Something definitely went on in the back

of this car.

I'm going to see what happened up front

with this on-board camera.

This tape plays on a loop.

It's activated when you hit the light bars,

so we might be able to get something off of it.

DUQUESNE: Our victim, Officer Dan Cofield,

had four traffic stops last night,

not counting the girl.

You want to start with the most recent and work backward?

Sure.

I wonder why he pulled this guy over.

Will you check the M.D.T. log?

Now, there's no Mobile Data Terminal entry

corresponding with this time stamp.

He never logged the stop-- that's strange.

It's worse than strange.

That type of thing gets you days off.

Why are they walking to the back of the radio car?

What was that?

Something's happening behind the camera.

Thinking a little baton therapy?

Could explain the blood and hair we found on the cage.

Plates are current. Will you run 'em?

Fred Rutter.

Address in Hialeah.

Well, he's the same guy from the video.

I wasn't there.

We have DNA proof: blood and hair.

Do you want to tell us why he pulled you over?

It's personal. Mr. Rutter,

the murder of a police officer

is more personal than you can imagine.

Murder? Whoa, hey, look...

I didn't kill any cop.

I didn't even touch him.

You are our number one suspect.

I suggest that you start talking right now.

Look... Cofield lives across the street from me.

He's always hassling me about my dogs barking,

fixing the bikes on the lawn,

so I told him off.

And look at this-- he went all Rodney King on me.

Why didn't you file a complaint with the police department?

Are you kidding me?

I know how you guys work.

Blue wall of silence... backin'

each others' play, come on.

Actually, it doesn't work like that.

Yeah, right.

Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts last night?

Only, like, 300 people at the Shore Club.

I worked closing.

CAINE: One more thing.

That blood on your watch.

I'm curious about it.

Where did it come from?

Well, it's probably mine, after what that maniac did to me.

Calleigh, check his watch... and then check his story.

( tires screeching )

Mike, escort me, would you?

*

Eric. H.

Listen, I followed markings from the muffler

to this location.

Found blood, casings, and, uh, some tread marks.

Found our shooting scene. Excellent.

Yeah, there's only one problem:

IAB.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Rick...

You're in my crime scene.

Actually, you're in mine, Horatio.

I take it that Internal Affairs guys

have developed a fascination with forensics, huh?

Oh, that's good.

I'll remember that.

What are you doing here?

Saw the report this a.m.

Dan Cofield was working outside his assigned patrol area.

So, you're ahead of the curve. That's sexy. We both got a job to do.

I expect to be copied on every part of this investigation.

I will be kept in the loop.

A police officer has been killed,

and I need to take a look at that now.

Hey.

Pick you up at eight?

Yeah. I got reservations at Touch.

That sounds good. All right.

Good-bye.

So... wow.

Yeah, me and Stetler.

When did that happen?

He asked me out. I said yes.

That's usually how it works.

Stetler is simple.

And this is, uh... just...

Complicated. Yeah.

Complicated.

You had a daughter you didn't tell me about.

Makes it kind of hard to trust you.

I understand.

Eric.

No other blood evidence

on the scene, H.

That means that Dan Cofield was shot right here.

Yeah. Traveled half a mile across town.

Blood drops to the left of the tracks

put him on the driver's side of the radio car.

He had five rounds missing from his magazine.

Yeah, nine mil-- standard MDPD issue.

The rounds are discharged back

and to the right,

which means he used the patrol car

to shield himself.

Yeah. I found two other sets

of tire tracks.

Fresh rubber on all of them.

Means they were in a hurry.

Do we have a vehicle type?

Farther set's wide, intricate tread.

Maybe an expensive car, but definitely an expensive tire.

The other's a single tread, narrow.

A motorcycle and a high-end car.

What were they doing around here?

I don't know-- nothing legal, that's for sure.

You think Cofield was into something dirty?

I don't know, Eric.

I hope not.

( doorbell ringing )

What is it now?

Just thought I'd return your watch.

That's nice of you

to go out of your way.

You know, Mr. Rutter,

I'm not entirely convinced

that Officer Cofield was angry at you

for the reasons you mentioned.

There are no motorcycles on the lawn,

there are no dogs.

The blood on the watch isn't yours

or Officer Cofield's-- it's female.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Why did you lie?

Who is that?

Excuse me, miss?

Uh, it's okay, honey.

Could I speak to you for a moment,

outside?

Here's your watch.

I'm with

Miami PD.

How'd you hurt your lip?

( speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

I got your page.

You were right, Calleigh.

The DNA from your handkerchief

matches the DNA collected from the watch.

I hate that.

She won't talk because she's afraid.

She's probably an illegal.

I guess Officer Cofield tried to give Fred

a taste of his own medicine.

Is he our cop killer?

No, his alibi checks out.

He's a sleazebag

of a different variety.

You know,

I couldn't enter the house on a domestic

because I didn't have any hard evidence

or cooperation of the victim.

But I think with this, I can get him on assault.

Hey. Copied these for you.

Got lucky on the gum from the radio car.

Somebody left DNA?

Mmm-- three somebodies.

You're kidding me.

First donor was female.

Saliva.

She's our gum-chewer.

CODIS hit?

Nada.

All right, how about the other two somebodies?

Not saliva, and not female.

Semen?

I guess we weren't the only ones who got lucky.

You would say that.

Male samples got trapped in the gum.

I'm thinking she chewed it... after.

She's living dangerously.

Mmm, probably some hooker,

lost her gum during transport.

Valera, the gum was found in the front seat.

But why would he

be transporting a hooker in the front...?

Oh.

( sotto voce ): Yeah.

Listen, um,

you know, this cop, he's, he's got a family, so...

I'm mute until the facts are in.

All right, thanks. Sure.

Mrs. Cofield.

Lieutenant.

I appreciate you taking the time.

Laurie, we are going to find out

who did this to Dan.

You have my word on it.

I know you will.

Dan loved his job very much.

It's all he ever talked about.

Well, he was a good man and a great officer.

Everyone's been really nice-- the other wives...

but... I've already heard things...

about an IAB investigation.

Well, um, an investigation like that is normal

for this type of situation.

Dan didn't tell me everything.

If he was into something...

I'm worried about the kids.

If we lose Dan's pension...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I know it sounds horrible.

This is not easy.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to leave everything to me now.

Excuse me.

( sotto voce ): What's up?

Um... CODIS hit on the gum.

Gary Nielson.

He's in the system for sexual assault back in 2000.

He lives in Bal Harbor.

Okay, perfect.

( sighs )

It's a gimme, right?

Gary, you need to lock your elbows.

Looking for a fourth?

Actually, we're looking for you.

What for?

Information on a murdered cop.

Dan Cofield.

Oh. I saw that

on the news.

That's horrible.

We found your DNA

inside a piece of chewing gum

inside of Officer Cofield's car.

I'm sorry, I was waiting for the punch line.

This is no joke, I can assure you.

I think you better tell them

to move on without you.

I'll, uh, catch up with you at the clubhouse.

I wasn't in any police car.

Maybe you weren't,

but your semen was inside the chewing gum.

I was with a girl, all right?

She has a piece of gum, you come and hassle me?

Now our problem is a dead officer.

I don't know anything about that.

But you do know the girl.

I used her services

last night.

Biggest mistake I ever made.

What's her name? Like they give you

the real one.

We'll take a fake one.

And a location.

Tiffany.

Off 137th

in Overtown.

See? That wasn't that hard.

Please, sit down.

( sighs softly )

Tiffany, how well

did you know Officer Cofield?

I didn't.

A cop's a cop.

Officer Cofield's

a little different.

Oh, my God.

Now I remember him.

Well, you should.

You were in his car last night right before he got murdered.

No, I wasn't.

Your gum says you were.

Cops have to clean out

their cars after every shift.

Which leaves a very small window.

He said he wouldn't arrest me

if, you know, I... took care of him.

What exactly did he ask you to do?

He had his thing, just like any of them.

He was nice, though.

Even paid me.

You happen to have the money that he used?

$300.

That's all of it.

That's a lot of cash

for an honest cop to be throwing around.

Unless it wasn't for sex.

( doorbell rings )

CALLEIGH: The car is in the driveway.

Mr. Rutter, we have a warrant to search the premises.

Let's go in the back.

I've got him. Call it in.

Bitch stabbed me and took off.

The ambulance is on its way. Don't move.

What's her name?

Ana Morales.

She got a job?

She helps her friend out.

Do you know her friend's name?

( grunts ): Maria. Maria something.

They're always jabbering in Spanish.

Woman named Maria in Miami?

That narrows it down.

( blowing )

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Ma'am, looks pretty cut-and-dry.

Weapon on the ground-- standard kitchen knife.

Victim stabbed there.

Crawled from there to there.

Looks like he was going for the phone.

Fresh paint.

Excuse me?

That's great.

I appreciate your assessment.

Unknown suspect.

Fled in a hurry, possibly on foot.

The suspect's not unknown.

Her name is Ana Morales.

Approximately five-six, 110 pounds.

Black hair. Brown eyes.

First rule of thumb:

Question the living victim, if you've got one.

They might be lying, but at least it's a start.

Second thing: Put out a broadcast. BOLO.

Oh, and, Officer?

I don't believe I caught your name.

Aaron Jessop, ma'am.

Calleigh Duquesne, CSI.

Welcome to Miami-Dade P.D.

( camera shutter clicking )

( woman screaming, man shouting )

( screaming )

( man shouting )

( screaming )

( camera shutter clicking )

( grunting )

( whining )

( panicked whining )

( grunting )

( elevator bell dings )

As soon as we can.

Hey, Rick?

Rick, you got a minute?

Yeah.

Excuse me?

Since when do uniforms carry C.I. money?

What are you talking about?

Dan Cofield was running this girl

as a Confidential Informant, wasn't he?

I found that out this morning.

When were you going to tell me?

What was Dan into?

Cofield logged the cash out to pay the girl.

He photocopied the serial numbers.

I know the money is legitimate.

The money is, but he may not be.

There you go. Thank you.

Thanks, Dale.

What are you talking about?

IAB investigations are confidential.

Strictly need to know.

If I figure out that you're withholding information

from me on this, Rick...

This is about me

dating your brother's wife, isn't it?

No. This is about your desire

to destroy a man's reputation.

That's what this is about.

The verdict is still out on Officer Cofield.

As soon as I can clear his name, I will.

I'm doing my job.

And leaving a cop-killer on the street.

Tiffany, you lied to me, didn't you?

Officer Cofield said don't trust anyone.

Well, you're going

to have to trust me, now aren't you?

I can't help you.

That is not true.

Of course you can.

I want to know who Officer Cofield was after.

( sighs )

Tiffany.

Name's Jimmy Azario.

Whenever I get a client in a nice car, I'd call Jimmy.

And Jimmy would carjack them and steal their car, right?

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car now!

Jimmy's not the kinda guy you ask a lotta questions.

He paid me 50 bucks a call.

Officer Cofield figured out

what you and Jimmy were doing, didn't he?

Didn't he?

But he didn't make me stop. No.

He told me next time I tip Jimmy on a client,

to call him first.

What was this client's name?

Is this man the client?

I never look at their faces.

Tiffany.

Hi.

Hey, Jimmy.

Got a live one coming your way, baby.

Nice.

( exclaims )

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Take care of yourself.

TIFFANY: Last I saw Officer Cofield,

he went after Jimmy and the Benz.

Now what?

You call Jimmy and you tell Jimmy

that you have another car for him.

MAN ( over radio ): Subject is approaching the vehicle.

CAINE: Okay, easy.

Wait for my signal.

Go. Go. Go.

( grunting )

( sirens wailing, tires screeching )

Don't move!

Get out! Get your hands up!

Jimmy! Get your hands up!

( grunting )

CAINE: Nice and easy.

DELKO: That's a nasty burn on your ear, Jimmy.

You get that shooting it out

with the cop you killed, Jimmy?

When he tried to stop you from taking the Benz?

All right, all right, hey,

so we jacked a Benz. Mm-hmm.

All right, I didn't kill nobody.

I swear.

Jimmy, where is the car

right now?

( grinder buzzing )

( police shouting orders )

( shouting continues )

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

CAINE: Down on the ground.

Right now.

That's the car, H.

That's it.

Hey, can I borrow you for a minute?

I don't mean to bump on Officer Cofield's case,

but the woman that this belongs to, her name is Ana Morales,

and I can't find her on public record anywhere.

So you think that apron's going to tell you

where she's been?

Or where she's going to be.

I found corn husks

and parchment paper in her house.

I think she makes tamales

for a mobile food truck company called Sonrisa.

Why don't you just pick her up?

Well, because there are about 30 trucks

scattered throughout the county.

Besides, when I asked them,

they said they never heard of her.

Probably don't have

the most legit employment records.

I found a piece of paper in her pocket

and written on it were the numbers eight, 17, and 24.

I'm thinking they're bus routes.

Well, that narrows it down to south Miami.

I'm hoping to narrow it down even further.

It's the same thing on every slide.

There's one substance

that covered the entire apron.

Salt?

Well, it's not table salt.

It's unprocessed.

Sea salt?

She didn't get it from cooking.

No, but she did get it on the job.

Where are you going?

To grab an early dinner.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Buenas tardes.

May I help you?

Yes, you can.

Is your name Maria?

I'm here to see your friend, Ana Morales.

Ana.

( Maria speaking Spanish )

( Ana sighs )

You are here to arrest me,

aren't you?

You speak English?

( sniffles )

If... if he knew I was learning...

Is he...?

Alive? Yes.

He's going to be fine.

I tried to leave many times, but...

You don't have to explain.

When I came here, I... I had nothing.

But he had a home.

Ana, are you injured anywhere else?

( sniffles )

No marks, but I hurt here.

May I?

What did he do to you?

( sniffles )

It's okay.

Will you come with me to the hospital?

I don't have... papers.

Ana, even if you are undocumented,

you're a human being and you have rights.

And I'll go with you.

Gary, we found your car.

That's great.

You work fast.

Yes, we do.

The gentleman who stole it

admitted to carjacking you.

Carjacking?

That car was stolen from my parking garage.

I filed a police report this morning.

You were there when a cop was murdered, weren't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

If you don't come forward, Gary, his killers go free.

Is that what you want?

I wasn't there.

Yes, you were, and I'm going to prove it.

Miss Duquesne?

Calleigh.

My T.O. says you requested to see me?

I thought you might want to see this one through.

I found Ana.

She's getting medical help.

Fred Rutter's been beating her.

How?

It's up to us to find out.

Okay, just remember... theories are great,

but it all comes back to the evidence.

Is that her tooth?

Mm-hmm.

And anything can mean something.

What do you notice?

Laundry bag.

Soap.

Look over there: sash cord.

Great. Put it in context.

Simple household items turned into a weapon.

Did you tell that cop anything? No, no, no!

You're lying, you're lying! ( speaking Spanish )

No, not again!

You're lying!

I know you're lying.

( wails )

Come here!

He unwrapped each individual soap bar

and tied the bag off with the sash cord.

Shows premeditation.

Used a deadly weapon.

Makes the charge... aggravated battery,

upping that to a second degree felony.

You just added years onto his sentence.

Great job, man.

Mr. Rutter.

Hey.

I hope you got her.

Lucky I didn't die.

Yeah, I found Ana.

I also found evidence at your home

that proves you've been beating her.

What are you talking about?

Oh, oh, oh, you mean her lip?

Come on, give me a break.

She's-she's clumsy. I know that you beat her with a weighted bag,

and I guess that you thought you were being smart.

You don't see it, it doesn't exist?

But what you don't know is that she's bleeding internally.

She has abdominal trauma.

And see, the thing about bruises--

normal bruises occur when vessels break underneath the skin,

but hers are in the muscles.

You tell that cop anything?

No, no, no! You're lying!

( crying ): No, no!

It's going to take a day or two for them to rise

to the surface, and they'll darken,

and we'll photograph them.

And juries love photographs.

She will never testify against me.

She may, or she may not, but it's beside the point.

The evidence will speak for her.

She stabbed me!

Well, see, the interesting thing about these two crimes

is that I've got enough on you for aggravated battery.

But for her?

Just self-defense.

Cuff him.

Are you out of your mind?

She's not even American.

What kind of system is this?

I guess you're about to find out.

*

*

We pulled a .22 out of Gary's car.

No match on IBIS. Gun's not in the system.

A .22 is registered to Gary Nielson's wife.

Smart. Ex-con like Gary knows he can't own a gun.

Yeah. Why would he shoot inside his own car?

Maybe he wasn't alone in the car.

Hmm. Close quarters. Those burns on Jimmy's ear.

( screams )

How do we prove Gary pulled the trigger?

The old-fashioned way.

I already told you my car was taken

from my garage.

Yes. According...

to your parking card, Gary,

you didn't make it home last night.

Okay, so I must've parked it on the street.

Need I remind you

that filing a false police report

is punishable by jail time.

So, you want to try again?

All right, um...

After I dropped off the girl... I was on my way home,

and these two guys came out of nowhere...

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car now!

Go!

But that's all that happened.

I didn't... I didn't see any shooting.

Okay. And I bet you didn't hear any, either, did you?

What's that?

You know, Gary, I'm going to ask you to take a test.

( high-pitched beeping )

What do we got?

Pure tone test indicates

significant injury to his eardrums.

Lucky for him, it's only temporary.

Okay, but he does have hearing loss, though. Mm-hmm. Short-term.

Probably caused by exposure to something

in the 140 decibel range.

That's like a jet engine.

Jet engine or a gunshot.

Right, Gary?

Give me a minute, will you?

So, I don't hear so well.

And this test, Gary,

confirms that you got the officer killed.

That's ridiculous.

You weren't in that car alone, were you?

Get out of the car now!

( tires screeching )

Miami-Dade Police-- put your hands where

I can see 'em now!

Officer Cofield had the situation under control.

And then you went and got stupid...

( screams )

I only fired one shot.

I was trying to defend myself.

It's called contagious gunfire,

and if you hadn't started shooting,

none of this would've happened.

I didn't do anything! That's exactly right.

When you should've used a radio and called for help.

But you didn't do it.

( gasping )

Hey... I don't have to report a crime.

There's no law against that. That's true,

but now you're going to have to live with it.

Look... I will testify

about the carjacking and the shooting,

just not about the girl.

You just committed a felony

by concealing a weapon.

The girl... is the least of your problems.

Hi, Dad.

Yeah, I know.

No, I'm fine.

Hey, Dad, listen...

I have a great case for you.

Her name's Ana.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Hello. Hey.

Horatio...

heard you caught Dan Cofield's killer.

Yeah, that's right. Congratulations.

I'm sure we'll end up clearing him. If his family

doesn't get full benefits, you are going to hear from me.

Don't hate me, hate the job.

I'll take that into consideration. No hard feelings, right?

No. Absolutely not.

Okay. I'm going to lock up my office, and I'll see you

downstairs. Right.

You take care.

Yeah. You, too.

I'm sure that Dan Cofield's widow will appreciate

everything you've done.

Well, I just let the evidence clear his name.

Still...

...she's lucky to have you.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

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