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♪ The hurri-- The hurri--
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♪ Drive a man out his mind ♪

♪ When the hurricane comes,
the sin rules above ♪

♪ Love of mind, love of self, love
of mankind, love of wealth ♪

♪ Love of the divine, love of health,
imagining what's on this earth by yourself ♪

♪ That's why I need the right
to bring forth the light ♪

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♪ The hurri-- The hurri--
The hurricane ♪

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♪ The hurri-- The hurri--
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♪ Drive a man out his mind ♪

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- You're looking good, Donna.
- I told you, Bobby. Not at work.

You can't talk to me like that just
because your uncle owns this place.

Hey, this one I'm gonna
need to take a look at.

All I need is-- I'm caught!

- Disconnect it. Hold up.
- Bobby, turn it off!

Come on!

Turn it off! Turn it off!

Get it off! Get it off!

- You're okay. You're okay.
- Thank you.

What was that?

Get down!

This is Air 21, responding to a Q48,
explosion in progress,

at the Cavanaugh sugar refinery.

Advise all units to proceed
with extreme caution.

Eric, I've got a body.

Hello!

Eric! I got somebody, Eric!

He's alive.

Where's Donna? Donna's still in there.

- She's inside! She's in--
- Donna! Donna!

Hello!

Here!

I got another one!

All right. Here she is.

- All right, darling. Easy, sweetheart.
- What happened?

Easy. Okay. Here we go.

Here we go. Right this way.

- Let's go.
- Here we go.

Come on.

- Watch your step.
- Eric, get the door.

- Eric.
- I got it. I got it.

Be gentle, gentlemen. He's fragile.

So, Dr. Loman, one fatality.

Could have been a lot worse.

Damage was contained to one
area in the sugar refinery.

Survivors say they
heard three explosions.

Based on what I saw inside,
it looked like a bomb went off.

Okay. What is the cause of death?

He has extensive
comminuted fractures.

I think the force of the
blast shattered his bones.

- Oh. Oh my God!
- Ma'am, do you know this man?

Um, Eduardo Santana.

We were getting married in a month.

Are you sure it's him?

His mother gave him that watch
when he graduated high school.

- I'm sorry. I have to take him now.
- I understand.

Ma'am-- Ma'am, what's your name?

- Nina Castillo.
- Okay. How do I find his mother?

She died three years ago.

It was just us.

Oh, my God.

- I can't believe that this is happening.
- All right. Okay. Hang on.

- Hang on. I understand.
- How could this have happened?

You know what? Nina, listen to me.
We're going to find out, okay?

All right? Come with me.
Just come with me. Come on.

Come on.

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No, we didn't find any
explosives, right?

- Nope, nothing.
- Until now.

- What is that?
- This is sugar dust.

In large quantities, it can be an explosive.

Yep. Any dust particles
are combustible

if you let too much of it collect
and it finds an ignition source.

- This is on everything.
- This amount of dust in a confined space

like this with no ventilation--
a spark will set the whole thing off.

Making it too rare an
occurrence to be an accident.

- Then we're talking about a murder, right?
- It's starting to look like it.

There are safety regulations in
place against dust explosions.

- So if the owner broke the rules--
- He would be responsible for the death.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

Come on. Come on! We're way behind.

- Luis!
- Sí, señor.

- Keep it moving, Luis!
- Miami Dade Police!

Come on! Move!

We're shutting it down!
We're shutting it down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! No! No!

- Mr. Cavanaugh, shut it down.
- You can't do that.

I have buyers from here to Dallas
waiting for their shipments.

This is my crime scene,
and I need to process it.

Crime scene. What exactly is the crime?

Negligent homicide in the
death of Eduardo Santana.

- He's one of your employees.
- I know who Eduardo was.

I know all my employees.

So you think I'm somehow
responsible for all this.

I almost lost everything today.

This sugar dust--
it's all over the refinery.

Don't bother, Lieutenant.

There is no way that that
was a dust explosion.

That's not what the evidence says.

So you found sugar dust. Good for you.

- Did you find excessive concentrations?
- No, but we will.

I doubt that, since I have a
state-of-the-art ventilation system

that draws dust out all day and a
fail-safe door that stays open 24-7.

And who exactly was responsible
for that door staying open?

An employee whose only
job is to stand sentry.

Okay. I want his name.

- It's in my computer.
- Go get it.

Now.

Well, so much for knowing
all of his employees.

Yes. Let's focus on the illustrious
ventilation and containment system,

because something is wrong.

Hey, Wolfe.

It's clean. There's no fire residue in here.

No charring in the vents
or the ducts on the inside.

There's charring on the outside,

which means that the
vents were closed.

So big daddy lied to you guys.

I think we should send Tripp
over there to see him.

Yeah, it's not him, it's her.
This is a note from homicide.

It said that while
Cavanaugh owns the company,

it's Cavanaugh's daughter that
runs the day-to-day operations.

It was an accident.

No, I don't have
an incident report.

Is this what I pay your
obscene premiums for?

- So you can give me the runaround?
- Let me have that.

- Who do you think you are?
- The guy that just took your phone.

Miss Cavanaugh, can you please explain

why you had the ventilation system
turned off in the refinery today?

Cost-cutting measure. Five times
daily since I took over operations.

Save us a hundred thou a month in electric.

And you are aware that that's
against safety regulations?

Not if I maintain a dust
concentration 20% below the LEL.

- What the hell is LEL?
- The lower explosive limit.

Miss Cavanaugh, to say that your plan
backfired today is an understatement.

Thought you'd impress Daddy by saving money,

but what you did is destroy his business.

Unless you can prove that,
all you've got is a couple of closed vents.

Actually, what we have is
a young man who died today

a month before his wedding,

and it may have been your cost-cutting
measures that cost him his life.

This the door you came out earlier with, H?

No. No. We went out the rear door.
This is actually...

This is where the
fail-safe door should be.

Well, obviously, it's missing.

Must've gotten blown
off during the blast.

Let's take a look and see
if it's around somewhere.

It's not missing anymore.

One, two, three.

You seeing what I'm seeing?

- Yeah.
- The latch is blown off.

Looks like it was sheared off.

It means this door was
closed before the explosion.

Walter, this closed door could've
been the cause of the explosion.

What about the guy that's
supposed to be guarding it?

What happened to him?

Got a work roster right here.

Work roster says a Manny Delgado

was supposed to be standing
sentry at this door.

Okay, I'll tell H.

So, Manny, it is your job to
keep the fail-safe door open.

Yeah. So?

The door was closed.
The place exploded. What is up?

I may have stepped away for a few minutes.

A few minutes?

Okay, 20 minutes.

You better start talking,
my friend.

One of the field workers got sick.

Shh, shh. Are you okay?

I have to get home.

- Okay, let me help you, okay?
- Okay. Okay.

And I took her home.

- The field-workers' trailers.
- What is her name?

Nina Castillo,
Eduardo's girlfriend.

Is Nina gonna tell me the same story, Manny?

I swear.

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It was a hundred degrees
in the field this morning.

I fainted, and Manny helped me back here.

Does that answer your question?

As a matter of fact, it doesn't,
and I'm beginning to think...

I'm not getting the whole story.

Isabel. ¿Dónde está?

- She's not here.
- Excuse me.

Hey, gentlemen, this is
an active investigation.

This is also an
Immigration investigation.

This woman's sister's in the country
illegally, and I'm here to detain her.

I am sorry, but that's not my problem.

It is now. Let's fan out!

Nina, I need to know
what's going on.

Nina, is your sister here?
You need to tell me right now.

- Isabel-- she's my older sister.
- Uh-huh.

She was born in Escada, Brazil.
She came here when she was two months old.

- I was born on this farm.
- So you're a citizen, and she's not.

I already lost Eduardo.

I got her!

Don't touch her!

- Let me go! Don't let them take me!
- Easy!

- Don't let them take me!
- Easy!

- Don't let them take me.
- Hey! Hey.

This is my investigation.
Now, the woman is scared.

She's not dangerous.
The zip ties are unnecessary.

- Standard operating procedure.
- Where are you taking her?

Detention center.
She'll be out for 24 hours.

What if you were to
give me 48 hours?

- You're asking me to break protocol.
- I am.

- You got 48 hours for your investigation.
- Thank you.

- And then it's my investigation.
- I understand.

Nina, did you know about
the raid this morning?

Some of the workers found
out about it this morning.

We took off, and I came right
here from the field.

To warn Isabel, right?

I was in such a rush to get to
her before Immigration

that I tripped and I fell.

Manny helped pick me up
and get me home.

So Manny was telling the truth.

And any one of the workers
could have shut that door.

Whoever shut the door--

I know that they didn't
mean to cause an explosion.

They were probably just trying not
to get picked up by Immigration.

Nina, how common are the raids?

They happen every month.

People are targeted in advance.

Targeted? Who targets them?

Nina, who targets them?

Mr. Cavanaugh.

Mr. Cavanaugh.

Why, Nina, would he target his own people?

To get Immigration off his back.

He almost let them take Eduardo away, too.

He proposed to me over there.

He said that one day

he was gonna buy us a real
house away from the fields

so that we could start life.

Nina, you're gonna have that life.

- What about Isabel?
- I'm gonna take care of her, okay?

Where's Loman?

At the hardware store, picking up some
special tools to process this body.

- Okay. Well, did he find anything?
- Yeah. Yeah. See?

You know those
comminuted fractures?

They're not from the
blast like he thought.

Turns out the guy was crushed.

- Crushed by what?
- Sugar.

Yeah. Loman thinks,
like, a quarter ton.

See these particles all over him?

They're baked on
like a crème brûlée.

None of the other injured
were coated like this.

Which means Eduardo here was
beneath the sugar during the blast.

Last time I checked, you don't
just end up under a ton of sugar.

No, not unless there's foul play.

The big three: jumped, fell, or was pushed.

Sugar came in through
the spout, right?

Mm-hmm. A conveyor belt takes it out.

Take a look at the bottom of this funnel.
It's completely torn off.

The sugar's all piled
up on the bottom.

You know, Eduardo was
a pretty big guy.

This tiny funnel would never
have held his body.

That would have caused massive amounts
of sugar dust to be in the air.

Christie was right. The vents
being closed weren't enough.

It was the victim's own body that
collected all that sugar dust.

Okay. So that puts to rest
how the explosion happened.

But how'd this guy get
in there to begin with?

There's only one way into the silo--
off of that catwalk.

Nothing up here indicates
that Eduardo was pushed.

Chances are, a guy with
a fiancée doesn't jump.

- Maybe he fell.
- Maybe.

Hey. You know, I got an
image of something up here.

I don't know what it is.
I can't make it out, but...

You know, my grandma thought she saw
Elvis's face on a potato chip once.

Walter, I'm not seeing things,
all right?

Hey, I got something here.

What do you got?

I got a hair.

It's too coarse to be human.

Mosaic patterns.

A few ovoid structures,
bulb-shaped root.

This is a horse hair.

There's no way there was a horse
on the catwalk with our victim,

so it had to be from somebody who rides one.

Yeah, and whoever was up there
knows what happened to Eduardo.

Or they were the cause of it.

Cavanaugh's got a whole
stable full of horses.

How do we narrow it
down to just one rider?

Well, the color is golden
brown with a fleck of cream.

- That's from a palomino.
- Let's find out who rides one.

You signed out the palomino
this morning, Luis.

You were up there on that catwalk
with Eduardo, weren't you?

Did he fall into that silo,
or did you push him?

- Neither.
- Neither.

The man was crushed by a ton of sugar, Luis,

and you were the
last person with him.

You're gonna tell me that you
don't know what happened?

I'm the factory foreman.
I was trying to teach him.

Teach him what?

How the different
departments work together.

From the catwalk,
you could see the production line.

Eduardo worked in packaging.

But to keep a job here,
he needed to make himself indispensable.

Or Roger Cavanaugh would give
his name to Immigration, right?

Hey, Luis, we know about your boss.

Okay?

I've seen a lot of guys
like Eduardo rounded up.

Deported.

My own son just a month ago.

So what happened when you
tried to teach Eduardo?

He was a good student. Eager to learn.

When we were done, I left him up there.

Five minutes later, there's an explosion.

Come on, Luis.

That's all I know.

That's all you know.

You wanted to see me, Nina?

I was in Eduardo's
closet getting his suit,

and I found this.

Jefferson Memorial.

He kept it hidden.

He never told me anything about it.

This is two years old.

Does it help?

You know, it may.

Thank you.

Okay, I get that it's a medical file, but
how does a two-year-old tractor accident--

Eduardo needed a blood transfusion,
Frank. Who was the donor?

Uh, Roger Cavanaugh.

Says here that Roger and Eduardo
shared a rare blood type.

Correct. Passed only from parent to child,
making Roger Eduardo's father.

Owner of a factory has an illegitimate
child, and now the kid's dead?

So big daddy has a big secret.

Don't ask me to stop working,
gentlemen.

Can't just sit still.

Business my grandfather spent a life
building almost burned to its studs today.

Well, it didn't. That makes you a lucky man.

And the same can't be said of your son.

You're mistaken. I don't have a son.

Eduardo Santana was your son.

We saw the medical records.
Don't pretend it's not a fact.

Despite what you're thinking,
I cared for Eduardo's mother very much.

I was a married man. I had obligations.

I've heard this tune before,
Cavanaugh.

Eduardo tried to get a
little money from you.

You killed him to shut him up,
didn't you?

No.

After his tractor accident,
Eduardo did come to me.

What do you want?

I, uh...

I know you're the one who gave
me blood for the transfusion,

and, uh, I-- I think I know why.

If you're looking for some kind of payout...

No.

I just want to thank you.

You saved my life.

I know you didn't have to.

Turned out to be a good kid.

No thanks to you.

I promised his mother I'd
look after him, and I have.

I even put him in the will.

50-50 split.

- Your daughter know about that?
- No.

Eduardo asked me not to tell anyone.
Christie had no idea she had a brother.

Nobody did.

Are you're sure about that?

That's him?

That's the guy who killed one
of my employees? He's a kid.

Two weeks ago, you hired that kid
to hack into your father's computer.

Don't bother acting like
you've never seen him before.

- He's already signed a confession.
- All right.

I'm nosy. Is that a crime?

Yes, it is. So is murder.

I didn't murder Eduardo.

But you did know he
was your brother.

Daddy didn't trust me with the business
no matter how much money I saved.

I had to hack into his computers
just to see his budgets,

and that's when I saw
he changed his will.

I'm sure that was upsetting to you,

knowing that you were going to have to
split your inheritance with your brother.

My brother?

Just because Daddy had his way
with the help a million years ago

doesn't mean he should give half
of his company to some illegal.

His father was a citizen.

That makes him a citizen.

The son he always wanted.

I've been learning the sugar
business my whole life.

I spent prom night sweeping
the refinery floor.

After all of that, my dad asks
Luis to show Eduardo the ropes.

He was your brother.

He's not my brother.

And now he's not my problem.

It sounds to me like you're
ready to sign a confession.

I want my lawyer.

I bet you do.

What's this, a Rorschach inkblot?

No. I found an image burned into the side
of the silo, and I just can't make it out.

- It's driving me crazy.
- Okay. What caused it?

- The explosion blew sugar past it--
- Yeah.

...leaving an outline
burned on the wall.

Oh, it's like one of those shadows
left by a nuclear explosion?

- Mm-hmm.
- Similar principal.

Kind of looks like Italy.
Like a map of Italy.

- I'm not imagining this.
- No, I'm not saying it like that.

I'm just saying,
shrink it down a little bit.

Shrink it down. There. Stop.

Okay, Eric.

So let's draw a line from here over to here.

Look. See? There's the heel of the boot.
There's the tip of the boot.

You're right. It looks like a cowboy boot.

You know, Christie Cavanaugh
was wearing cowboy boots.

I'll get somebody to
go look at her boots,

Maybe they can place her at the
refinery during the explosion.

Yeah, go ahead and do that.
I'm gonna go back to the scene.

- I'm gonna take another look at the shadow.
- Good.

I used to have a sweet tooth.

I know I'll never
have a caramel again.

One sugar-free body
ready for processing.

We need to find something definitive
linking Christie to this death.

What would make her
kill her own brother?

She comes off like somebody
who cares deeply about money.

- Enough to kill.
- Hypertrophic scar on his thigh

consistent with the tractor
accident in the medical records.

Oh, look at this. Check this out.
Check this out.

Looks like fresh wounds
right here on his arm.

Four parallel lines,
a fifth off to the side.

Those are fingernail scratches.

Maybe somebody was holding
on to him before he fell.

Wait, wait, wait.
Maybe consider this.

Whoever pushed him had second thoughts,
tried to pull him back up.

Looks like Christie may
have had second thoughts

about killing her
own flesh and blood.

All right. Well, let's process those wounds
and see if we can find some trace of her.

Hey, Eric, here's the latest.

Christie Cavanaugh's
boots were clean,

and we didn't find any usable DNA from
the swabs we took under her fingernails.

You get anything up there that
can place a person, like, a, uh--

like a hand?

No. But I can tell you,
based on the location of this image,

whoever was wearing these boots
was hanging from the catwalk.

Maybe they were, uh, struggling
with Eduardo, and they fell off.

Look at this. Something hanging
off the back of these boots.

Looks like the shape of a rowel from a spur.

I don't remember Christie
Cavanaugh's boots having spurs.

They didn't, but Luis's did.

Luis.

We need to talk, Luis.

We have a few more questions about
what happened on that catwalk.

- Aah!
- Luis!

Luis! Luis!

Get down! Get down! Move!

- Get down!
- Luis!

- H, he's going for the factory!
- All right. Let's go.

Put the gun down. What's wrong with you?

Don't come any closer.

Luis...

Luis...

Luis, you don't have to do this.

I have no choice.

Luis, he's not worth it. Put down the gun.

This pig took everything from me.

I gave you a job, a place to live.

Last month, you gave my son to
Immigration in place of yours.

Hey! Hey! You can't take him.

Eduardo. I need him. Take him instead.

Are you sure, Mr. Cavanaugh?

Papa!

Please, no. Not my son.

- Felipe, no!
- Come on!

- No, not my son! No!
- Come on!

No, not my son! Please, not my son!

Every time I saw Eduardo,

all I could think was that my son
was in some detention center,

alone, scared,

while Cavanaugh's son was free.

- You knew about Eduardo?
- I had my suspicions,

and you confirmed
them for me that day.

What are you doing up here?

I come up here to think.

Think?

Thinking how Immigration should
have taken you instead of my son?

-I didn't ask Mr. Cavanaugh to do that, okay?
-Mr. Cavanaugh?

Who do you think you're fooling?

I used to see him sneak
in your mother's place.

Come on, Luis.

You think that makes you special?

- Huh?
- I don't want to fight you, Luis.

You think you're
better than my boy?

Oh, no. Hold on, Eduardo.

Hold on. Hold on.

I didn't mean to kill him.
I tried to pull him back up.

We know, Luis. All right? We know that.

I blamed the wrong person.

20 years inhaling chemicals,

mucking horse stalls.

Wasn't fair.

Why did they have to take my son?

Luis, if you go through with this,
there's no turning back.

Luis, listen to me. He's right.

You're never gonna see
your son again. Never.

- Please.
- Put it down, Luis.

Please put that gun down.

Put the gun down.

- You killed my son!
- Luis!

Okay. All right.

It's over. It's over.

Uh-uh.

It's over, okay?

They already told
me about my father.

All my life I wanted that business,

but I don't want it without him.

So it's time to turn
over a new leaf then.

What are you talking about?

Hacking into your father's
computer is a second-degree felony,

carrying a mandatory
15-year sentence.

Or?

Or I talk to the state attorney
and persuade him otherwise.

What do I have to do?

Eduardo always said how
much he looked forward

to having Isabel as his sister.

- All this time, he already had one?
- That's correct.

I understand why he didn't tell me.

He was too proud to take a handout
from anyone, let alone Mr. Cavanaugh.

He sounds like a good man.

He was.

Are you sure that they got her out?

Oh, my God.

Oh!

How did you convince them to release me?

A student visa? But we can't afford college.

It turns out that Ms.
Christie Cavanaugh

has created the company's first scholarship,

and you two are its
first recipients.

I-I don't know what to say.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

You bet.

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