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Um,hey,guys,do you have
those omelets for five?

Again. The French toast,Tonya.

I don't want the cr�me br�l�e sitting.
Get it to 11 right now. Let's go!

Okay. I-I'm sorry.

Come on. You guys are moving too slow today.
Come on. Come on. Come on,pick up the pace.

Hello. Good morning.

- Um,sorry about the wait.
- Oh,that's okay.

Coffee? I'll be right
back. Thank you. Excuse me.

Watch this. Watch this. It's
gonna be good. She'll love this.

What's she making?

- Uh,it's the-the...
- Banana Foster.

- The banana flame.
- Bananas Foster.

Exactly. The banana thing.

Yes,I remember that.

She's very good.

You know,she reminds me
of myself in the kitchen.

Yeah,Dad in the kitchen.

- You mean,fire,flames?
- Oh,yeah,right.

wait. Mom. Mom,do you remember
when he made those cookies?

What were they called?

- Spritz cookies.
- Spritz. That's what they are. That's what they are.

Those,like,cylinder things-- don't
you make those with the little plunger?

Very good.

It's my dad's birthday. Serve him first.

- Bring that right here,right here.
- For you,sir.

Fantastic. Thank you.

Me first,okay?

A little bit for me first.

- Gee!
- Oh,my God,I'm so sorry.

- I did not invite her.
- Sorry.

Oh,it's okay. We'll get it. It's okay.

After Warren sets every single smoke
alarm in the house off and flames,

this one says to me,"Mom,could we
please just go buy some animal crackers?"

- I remember that.
- Yeah.

The dog,remember?

Attention all units. Use caution.

Possible explosive devices on scene.

Bomb squad has been notified.

Use extreme caution and
limit radio transmission.

- Horatio?
- More inside,Frank.

Okay,lay back,lay back.
Let me get your legs.

Steve,you said that you
saw someone in the window.

Can you remember anything specific?

I don't know. I saw a lot of people.

I'm going to cut off
your pant legs,okay?

So I can see what's under there.

I heard the window
break,and the table just...

jumped off the floor.
Everything was on top of me.

Oh,Stevie!

Oh,that's my mom.

- Steve...
- Oh,my God. Is she gonna be okay?

Steve,it's all right.

She was having some neck pain.

They're gonna take her in
just to make sure it's okay.

It was my dad's birthday.

Just wanted everybody to be with him.

Both of your legs are
gonna need stitches.

He's next. Let's load him up. Come on.

Where is my dad?

I haven't seen him come out yet.

This much damage--it's amazing
we only have two dead bodies.

Male victim is missing a foot.

I'm looking at it right here.

- You got a tape measure?
- Yup.

Six,on the nose.

That's quite a radius.

That means the blast was pretty intense.

Yes,and probably came
from right under them,too.

Did you get something?

Yeah.

Got the fuse body of a hand grenade.

That is definitely not military,Eric.

It looks homemade.

Homemade,professional.

The result's the same.

Boom.

Somebody outside must
have seen something.

I mean,are you questioning anybody?

Are we questioning anybody? Yeah.

So far,nobody's seen anything.

Frank,everything all right?

Jason Molina. He owns the place.

Mr. Molina,did you know the victims?

The Emersons.

Warren was a big-time lobbyist.

Didn't have too many
friends,but he loved his family.

Brought them in here all the time.

Why? Do you think
somebody came after him?

Well,we don't know yet.

He and a woman named
Raquel Dominguez are dead.

Any idea who she is?

Yeah,she-she,uh...
She worked for Warren.

She was with him so long that they
were practically blood relatives.

How did you get that eye,Mr. Molina?

Couple of,uh,unruly bar
patrons Friday night.

Look,it has nothing to do with this.

You were in the kitchen
when this happened?

Yeah. Yeah,I,uh,heard it,felt
it. But I missed the whole thing.

Uh,my waitress,Tonya-she,uh...

She was working that table.

She may have had a better
chance of seeing something.

They took her away in an ambulance.

Can I go now?

For now. Thank you.

You want me to head to the hospital?

No,I'll go,Frank. I'll go.

Miss Rush. Thank you for
coming in. Have a seat,please.

How are you feeling?

I was lucky,I guess.

Lots of stitches,a sprained ankle.

Yeah. I know you had a pretty rough
morning. We're not gonna keep you long.

We just want to ask you a few questions
about Warren Emerson and Raquel Dominguez.

They were the two people who
were killed in the blast today.

And we know that you
waited on their table.

Yes. Yes,I did.

Do you remember anything from the
time leading up to the explosion?

Get it to 11 right now. Let's go!

Ms.Rush?

Ms.Rush? It's okay. You can trust us.

Okay,look,if I talk to you,I'll
never get my children back.

Would you care to explain that,please?

They were taken by Child Services.

A week ago.

Why do you think that happened?

I-I'm sorry. I can't do this.

I can't afford to be in the
middle of a police investigation.

You think that maybe the father
had something to do with it?

No,he's not in the picture.
This has nothing to do with him.

This whole thing-I don't
know who's behind it.

Okay,Miss Rush,would this have any
connection to this explosion today?

Miss Rush,please answer.

I'm sorry.

Okay. Hang in there.

Maggie and Aidan Rush were removed from
their primary residence six days ago.

What was the reason?

We got a complaint about
systemic parental neglect.

Caseworker followed it up,found the children
unattended in the middle of the night.

The mother says she hired
a nanny to watch the kids.

Named Maria Lopez.

After talking to 34 Maria Lopezes who'd
never heard of Miss Rush or her children,

we stopped looking.

Where does that leave the children now?

They're under temporary
custody of the juvenile court.

No. There has to be another way.
Please! Please don't do this! Please!

Until we straighten
this out,Miss Rush...

There was no adult
supervision when we got here.

You've left us with no choice.

No,please! Please! I
left them with a sitter.

This is a classic case.

Single mother,working as a waitress,trying to
squeeze in a double shift to make ends meet.

Admittedly sad,but my concern is for the
protection and welfare of those children.

What if I could prove that the mother
is telling the truth about the nanny?

If you can prove that woman really
exists,I'll reconsider the case.

Where are the children now?

They're in our daycare facility.

I'd like to see them,please.

What are you looking for?

- The train.
- the train.

Okay.

Maggie,my name is Horatio.

And I'm a friend of your mom's.

Hi,Aidan.

Can you give this to Mommy?

I sure can.

That's beautiful.

Maggie,on the day that you came here,

did you have a nanny?

Mommy said her name was Maria.

Okay. Do you remember
anything about Maria?

She has hair like mine.

Okay. Anything else?

Are we going home?

You are. Okay?

Hey,look what I found.

The train!

Thank you,Maggie.

All right,I need five and
three moved out right away.

There should be room in cold storage.

And get Wayne to help
you when he comes back in.

So,I'm looking for some sort of signature
on the explosives in the restaurant.

Do you mind if I have
a look at the two vics?

Yeah,they just got here.

Are you looking for something specific?

Well,we're having a helluva time
finding shrapnel back at the scene.

So I was wondering if we'd
get lucky with the bodies.

All right,this is Warren Emerson.

He was closer to the blast.

Which means he may be our target.

Give me a hand.

He's got severe pulmonary
barotrauma caused by the blast wave,

along with several
penetrating ballistic wounds.

And,of course,severed right foot.

Okay,guys.

One,two,three. Lift.

Thank you,Wayne.

The blast got him pretty good.

I don't remember seeing any
frags on first look,but,uh,

most of the trauma is
localized up here in the lungs.

What was that?

Get down! Get down!

Tara,you okay?

I'm okay. I'm okay. I saw the grenade.

- Kyle,you all right?
- I know I saw the grenade!

- I should've done...
- No,no,no,no,no.

It wasn't your fault.
Look at me. Look at me.

It got tangled up in the guy's
clothes. It got past everyone,all right?

Breathe. Are you okay? Is anything hurt?

Keep breathing. Look at
me,right here. Right here,okay?

Tara?

Tara! Tara,are you hurt?

I'm okay. I'm fine.

Tara?

uh,it's fine.

- Okay. good.
- Yeah. Thanks.

- Tara.
- Yeah?

How you doing?

Fine. How the hell did this happen?

Uh,my guess--there must have been two
grenades tossed into the restaurant.

The striker lever on the second
grenade remained attached somehow.

The force of the blast must have
lodged the grenade into Warren's pants.

Then it was transported with
his body back to autopsy.

- Let me ask you something.
- Yeah?

What happened in there?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about as a grenade went
off in the middle of your morgue...

and you scramble for the oxycodone.

I was looking after a
victim's personal property.

- I didn't want to lose it.
- It was yours.

- Are you hooked?
- No.

They're for pain.

How come the first thing you do as soon as
a grenade goes off is run for your drugs?

- You know what? I'm...
- Listen.

I need you to kick this.

'Cause next time I can't sweep
this under the rug for you.

I'm fine. I promise you.

Well... despite everything that's happened
in Autopsy,Tara's refusing to go home.

Did you speak to Kyle?

Yes. He's a shaken up,but
okay. Thank you for asking.

Good. Ryan's still sorting
through all the shrapnel.

But,so far,it's not
lead us to any suspects.

How about on your end?

I'm going to be speaking
to Warren Emerson's son.

I remember him. Steve.

Do you have something to go on?

He set up the reservation-asked
for a table by the window.

Hey,oh,bring that
right here. Right here.

- Yes,sir.
- Thank you.

Oh,this looks great!

Do you really think he
would set up his own father?

I don't see why not. Thank you.

Yeah,I requested a table by the window.

It was my dad's birthday.

I had nothing to do with this.

Steve,somebody out there had motive.

Yeah,there was always backlash
directed at the family.

My dad applied a lot of
pressure to big industry.

He lobbied against powerful people.

Were you ever threatened personally?

Nothing I couldn't handle. And...

I certainly never took it out on my dad.

We believed in everything he stood for.

There was no infighting under our roof.

We were in that restaurant when Warren
and Raquel were killed. Together.

Why does this keep happening?

It's air pressure from the blast.

I still can't believe it happened.

My ears-they were just
ringing,and I was...

on the ground,everything hurt.

There was this...

flash of yellow,and then I...

I woke up in an ambulance.

A flash of yellow? What
do you think that was?

I-I can't remember. It was
something... outside maybe?

Could it have been a car
or someone's clothing?

Moved too fast to be a
person. It could've been a car.

Please. Can we just leave now?

Yeah. That's fine.

H,what's up?

The widow thinks she may have seen a
yellow car at the time of the blast.

I think we need to go
back to the restaurant.

So go over there. I need
to check on something first.

All right. All right,I'm on it.

Okay,the,uh,striker lever was
the trigger on the grenades.

We know the combustible was gun powder.

And the ignition
source was this battery.

Let me see.

It's a capacitor. It's
a time-release battery.

So it's the kind that stores a small current,lets
it build,and then discharges all at once?

Yeah,but it wouldn't create a spark
on its own. It needs an electrode.

- What you got?
- You know what this is?

It's a flashbulb housing
from a personal camera.

That makes sense. They use a
capacitor that builds to a charge.

The bulbs are broken in here.

The charge would arc the electrodes.
It would ignite the gunpowder.

camera catalog?

I'm going to try to figure out
what brand this flash came from.

Are you serious?

You know what the odds are of actually
catching the bomber this way,right?

Slim.

But I'm not going to give up on this.

Maggie wanted you to have that.

- You saw them.
- I saw them.

And they're okay,Tonya. All right?

Do you feel up to
looking at some pictures?

- All these women are Maria Lopez?
- Yes. Do you recognize any of them?

No. She's not here.

But she is real.

Maria Lopez was here,babysitting
my kids that night.

- I'm not making this up.
- Tonya,I believe you.

What else can you tell me about her?

Uh,she's my age. She's a student.

I'm-I'm trying to get my law
degree-- I met her on campus one day.

I had my hands full with the kids.

- You need help?
- Thank you.

No problem. Hey,little man. �Que paso?

See,when I didn't qualify for loans at the
start of the semester,I lost my day care,too.

And she offered to help?

I trusted her.

She was good with the kids.

She came over when I had to cover a
few nights at the restaurant,but now...

The phone number she
gave me is disconnected.

The address she gave me is no good.

Even the school has no record of her.

I think she's using an alias.

Why would she do something like that?

I don't know yet. How did you pay her?

Under the table.

She didn't even want to get paid,but
I insisted I write her a check.

- I made it out to cash.
- Okay,do you still have the canceled checks?

- Somewhere.
- Okay,I need those as soon as possible.

H says that the wife saw a car
leave right after the explosion.

A getaway car?

yeah and take a look.

Took a chip out of that wall,huh?

Guy probably got hemmed
in,had to back up,took a...

chunk out of that concrete wall there.

Smashed in here.

Must have hit this valet
stand,too. Look at that.

There's a little impression
here from the license plate.

I'll get the EDL.

- Damn it.
- You all right?

Yeah.

This thing's toast.

Where are we going to get the
electrical current from now?

- Hey,Derek.
- yes,sir.

Mind if I borrow your
Taser for a minute?

- Here you go.
- Thanks,appreciate it.

You're going to Taser the impression?

Yep,I saw a trainer do it at a
conference I went to last year.

Come on,let's do it.

Roll it out.

All right,give me a piece of tape.

All right,here we go.

Well,look at that. It's working.

This might not give us
the whole plate number.

Well,if Deborah Emerson is right,there was
a car here before the explosion-a yellow car.

Three digits may be all we need.

Officer...

requests assistance,please-3209...

Newton Street,3209 Newton
Street. Shots fired.

I repeat,shots fired.

Miami-Dade Police! Stop
right there or I'll shoot!

Hey,get down!

- You Ken Jarvik?
- Yeah.

Didn't your mama ever teach
you not to shoot at cops?

How's Frank?

He's not happy,but he came
through the whole thing unscathed.

Frank.

I'm taking my little
buddy to interrogation.

Keep me posted.

Did we lock down the house?

Got the telephonic search warrant.

Searched the whole thing,but
there are no bomb-making materials.

How about the car? We can place this
at the scene. Let's take a look at it.

Pop that trunk,please.

Jarvik,get in the damn car.

You got bombmaking components?

Not quite.

It looks like a roll of
some sort of metallic paper.

I'll take those to the lab,see if we
can figure out what they're used for.

What is this kid into?

Well,it turns out this paper is really just
silver laminate,but that's as far as I've gotten.

What is he using it for?

My guess is to cover 3-D
impressions in a layer of foil.

Dog tags,ID
tags,awards,official documents.

How about credit cards?

Take a look at that.

- Where have I seen that dolphin before?
- Right here.

It's the logo for Dade Mutual Bank.

Ken Jarvik is making
counterfeit credit cards.

That doesn't explain what he was doing at
the restaurant when the grenades went off.

I had nothing to do with
that explosion,nothing.

You were just sitting
in the parking lot.

Doing what-waiting for
a bellhop to show up?

I just pulled over to send
a text message-that's all.

And then there was this bang.

I sped out of there.

You know,one thing I've
learned and one thing I know...

is the sound of a liar.

You're making me nervous.
Could you move back?

No,I cannot move back.

You know what you're looking at?

Credit card forgery,assault with a
deadly weapon on a police officer,

- and double homicide.
- I didn't kill anyone!

- You could have killed me!
- I didn't know you were a cop!

Well,you do now,don't you?

All right,Frank,let him go.

I panicked. I'm sorry.

Stop being sorry and give us a name
or you're going down for all of it.

- Spit something out.
- All right.

The fake credit cards-I do that.

I make them,I buy things with them.

I know it's a bad thing,but
that's all I do,I swear.

But those people that
died--I didn't do it.

All right.

This credit card operation of
yours--where's it based out of?

May be too soon for the
heavy lifting,huh,Steve?

What are you guys doing here?

Steve Emerson,you're under
arrest. Don't make a move.

Turn around,put your hands up.
Keep 'em where I can see 'em.

I'll be right down.

You guys,I think there's
some misunderstanding here.

I'm just helping out a friend.

Your buddy Ken Jarvik's
gonna be a no-show.

We have him in custody.

He always had a big mouth.

How far did you think this credit
line thing was going to take you,Steve?

We'd been doling out counterfeit cards
for 18 months before you guys showed up.

The credit cards you were printing were
fake,but the numbers on them were real.

Where were you lifting them from?

It was the restaurant,wasn't it,Steve?

Jason Molina.

He sold us his customers'credit
card numbersfor a cut of the profits.

So you pirated the wrong credit
card,and somebody took issue,

first with him and then with you,right?

No,that has nothing to do with this.

Steve,you were the target
of the restaurant explosion.

Your father and
Raquel-collateral damage.

Are you saying I got my father killed?

I never thought...

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Somebody sent me a
photo a couple weeks ago.

A picture of...

Ken and I with Jason.

I blew it off.

Sounds like you were being warned.

Where is the photograph?

- It's on my laptop.
- Get it right now.

I'll bring in Jason Molina.

Lieutenant Caine. I'm glad I caught you.

Please tell me you have
some good news for me.

We just took Jason Molina into custody.

Really? Why,what happened?

It turns out he was behind a
credit card scam at the restaurant.

Were you aware of this?

No,I had no idea.

These are the checks you asked
for,the ones I gave to the babysitter.

It looks like they were all
cashed in the same place.

Does that help?

I hope so.

Ahi tienes. Okay,gracias. Next.

Did you cash that on April 12?

Hey,man,I cash a lot of checks.

Do you have a record of
the transaction,please?

Excuse me.

A record of the transaction.

I don't want no trouble.

Thank you for your help.

Hi,Yvette,I have a school-age son.
i want to talk to you about daycare?

Steve Emerson has so many stolen
credit card numbers in this computer,

it's going to be very difficult
to connect one with a name.

Well,this whole scam they were
running wasn't much of a secret.

I can tell by this photo that
they were definitely being watched.

Yeah,but by who?

It was sent without an
e-mail address attached to it.

Well,then,we let the picture
itself tell us something.

Digital cameras use a
light-sensitive microchip.

That's how they gather
their image,right?

Right.

Well,this microchip has millions
of bucket-shaped wells on it,

all topped off with a filter in
different colors--red,green,blue which,

when light hits it,offers up
a whole mosaic of information.

- And those are the pixels.
- Right,exactly.

But before an actual picture is rendered,those
pixels have to go through a type of,uh...

you know,like a... a de-mosaicking
software,which is found inside the camera.

That's where they're blended
together to form a more uniform image.

Okay,so are you telling me that each of these
algorithms is specific to a different model of camera?

Exactly.

So,it's like the DNA from the camera being passed
on through every single photo that it takes.

Tekshot ST20 with a
600-millimeter lens.

You're probably looking
for a sports or...

maybe a wildlife photographer.

Yeah.

It's not the kind of wildlife
that you think,though.

This was the camera that was
used to take pictures of us.

Who took these?

- One of Ivan Sarnoff's people.
- Name's Cameron West.

He's trying to intimidate us
the way they do in Mexico City.

This way,he can take the run of Miami.

H.,the photo that was sent to Steve
Emerson's computer was taken by Cameron West.

- Our paparazzi guy. -
With the Russian ties--

and also,the flashbulbs that I found in
the grenade came up a 1976 Photex camera.

That's the type of thing
that West would have around.

But is he capable of detonating a bomb?

Maybe he's moved up from taking photos.

- Bring him in.
- Will do.

- You kidding me?
- Get your feet off of my table.

Oh,easy,tough guy.

That's a nice photograph. Am
I supposed to know who's in it?

We matched that to your
camera's model and lens.

I'm a photography nut.

- I point,click and shoot all kinds of stuff.
- Cut the act,West.

We know you're doing surveillance
work again for your Russian friends.

How do you figure?

These guys stole a credit card
linked to a corporate account

that's owned by Krukov
Shipping out of Rostov,Russia.

And you guys... you guys
brought me in here for this?

All right,well,le-let's just say that these,uh,corporate
people had a score to settle with them.

But I had nothing to
do with that part of it.

While I am having dinner in your restaurant,you're
stealing numbers from my corporate account.

I'm sorry,sir,but if someone decides to go
on a shopping spree with your credit card,

that's not my fault.

you 're such right.

Consider this a warning.

The grenades used on them were homemade.

I don't know the first
thing about grenades.

Parts of the grenade involved a 1976
Photex camera and its triggering mechanism.

That's pretty creative
for a photography nut.

- I did not invite her. I did not invite her.
- Sorry.

- Um,it's okay--we'll
take care of it. - Sorry.

You killed two innocent people.
You almost killed three more.

One of them was me.

Question you need to be asking yourself,West,is,"What
are my benefactors "going to say

when they realize that their
intended targets are still alive?"

They're going to kill you.

It's dramatic. I'll give you that.

But all this? It's not enough to make me sit here, so...

I think I'm going to go,okay?

Go ahead. You're making a mistake.

Mr. Caine?

I'm Yvette Cervantes.

Have a seat,please.

So,based on your message,you have a
little one that needs looking after.

- What's his name?
- His name is Kyle.

A strong Irish name for a
strong Irish boy. Is he here?

I guess you don't go
by Maria Lopez anymore.

Maria Lopez,as you may recall,abandoned
Maggie and Aidan Rush to Child Services.

And it's my job to get
them back to their mother.

I have blamed myself
every day for what I did.

There are people out there,Mr.
Caine,who know how to take advantage.

Who are we talking about,please?

I had a job a year ago at a
restaurant called Tisano's,

and I didn't declare all
of my tips,but nobody does.

Eventually,I quit to
take up babysitting.

But then,the owner,Jason Molina,calls
me two weeks ago,tells me that...

if I don't do what he
says,he'll report me to the IRS.

So,he convinced you
to watch Tonya's kids.

I promise,I made sure
they were okay when I left.

I waited until Child Services
came so they were never alone.

should be this way.

I would never put
their lives in jeopardy.

- Are they okay?
- Not yet.

What do you need me to do to fix this?

I need you to come forward and tell
your story right now. Tell the truth.

Jason is a bad man.

I am afraid,if I go back
on this,he'll find me.

Miss Cervantes,all due respect,but
Jason Molina's in custody.

Are you willing to do that?

Filing a false report?

Come on,man,that's ridiculous.

If those children weren't at risk,Child
Services wouldn't have taken them away.

This isn't about me.

It will be when the jury hears about
credit card fraud and extortion.

Okay,it's really simple.

You just run a carbon copy of
each customer's credit card.

Uh,in addition to the computer? Why?

For the filing system.

I can't.

I don't know what you're involved
in,Jason,but I can't be a part of it.

I got two kids to think about,you know.

Look,I gave Tonya a steady
job,income to support her family.

I was burning the candle on both ends.

I needed her help,and when she refused me
like that,it put me in a compromising position.

Nice doing business with you.

So,you decided to give her a problem.

If she loses her kids,she's not about
to jeopardize losing her job,too.

I'll bet that she lied to you about
what she saw just to protect them.

I've got a news flash for you.

The insurance money from the
restaurant is going to her.

I put everything I've
got into that place.

Who's going to go down for that?

You are.

- That's pretty high.
- Yep.

Wow,you're fast.

So... are you a bird or a plane?

I'm a bird.

You're a bird-what kind of a bird?

- An eagle.
- Eagle?

Excellent... choice.