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Hey, nice trip Bob!

Way to getting it close!

Hey, what's going on?

Who is this?

Get off the green!

Hey!

Get the hell off the green.

Call Security.

Hey this is a private course!

These kids on crack or something?

Guys you're tearing up the fairway and the green,
get off the course!

The best of all the lost arts.

Look out!

Whoa!

The best of all the lost arts.

The best of all the lost arts.

Sweet lord.

It was like Dawn of the Dead.

Must've been a hundred of 'em.

Yeah, they're called flash mobs.

People are contacted by e-mail to show up
at a specific time and do something freaky
and then run off.

You know, I'm going to have this officer
take the information from you.

Great. Thank you.

A flash mob.

After the dust cleared,
the body was found
in the sand trap.

Interesting. We got an I.D., Alexx?

None.
He's just a kid.

I'd guess 16... 17.

Cromarty. That's an expensive label
for a teenager.

Rigor says he's been here
at least nine hours.

But no bruising.

And no external injuries other than a nosebleed.

What're the odds, huh?

A hundred people throwing golf balls
at the site of a death?

Those odds are very slim,
aren't they?

So the question becomes, Alexx, was the mob
sent to draw us to the crime scene...

Or sent to destroy it?

"Mob".

Eric.

Found this next to the body.

Looks like a belt clip
for a PDA of some kind.

Clasp is broken. I'm thinking
it was forcibly removed.

Indicates a struggle.

Okay, let's collect all the information on the mob,
and let's connect it to the body.

I will be back at the post.

So these flash mobs
are the newest thing.

Brainstorms of restless kids.

One of 'em gets some idea, like converging
on a golf course, sends it out to a bunch of
other kids with nothing to do.

But you know, every flash mob has a theme,
and I'm wondering what theirs was.

How 'bout screwing with us?

Golf balls have hundreds of dimples; it's
going to make it impossible to get a
usable print.

I want to look
for distinguishable markings.

They've all got
"mob" written on 'em.

You take the bunker.
I'll take the green.

- You have an I.D. yet, Alexx?
- No. Not yet.

Do know he died with an empty stomach,
full bladder, strong smell of alcohol.

- Respiratory failure?
- Wouldn't be the first teenager to drink
himself to death.

So we agree that the mob makes
the circumstances suspicious.

We'll play it as a murder until otherwise informed.
What else?

Boy was an athlete.

Knee surgery. Overdeveloped right arm.
I'm thinking tennis.

- Okay. You just said knee surgery.
- Yeah.

He may have an I.D., Alexx.
Check his knee.

- Knee replacement. Possibly titanium.
- Bingo.

Matched the serial number
to the patient record.

Titanium knee belongs
to a Daniel Kleiner, 18.

Family lives on Star Island.
Attends an exclusive prep school in Miami.

Palm Crest Academy.

That ritzy private high school
in the Grove?

Yes, one and the same.

We just traced one of the golf balls
to a student there, Chad Van Horn.

His parents are overseas.

Yes, but Chad is still in Miami.

What's up?

You were at the flash mob this morning,
at the Miami Palms Country Club.

Half the senior class
was there.

Yes, did half the senior class see
Danny Kleiner dead in the sand trap?

I don't know.

I just figured that was some totally
messed up part of the stunt.

See, we believe that somebody
from the stunt killed Danny.

Look, I was just one of the sheeple.

It's not like I originated the mob.

Who did originate it?

No idea.
Just read the text message
off my cell.

We're going to need your cell phone.

Did Danny have problems
with anyone in school?

No...

He did get into it last week
with Justin Gillespie.

- Over what?
- I don't know.

Did it make it to the principal?

You mean "Headmaster"?

If you like.

Everything makes it to him.

That's how he keeps his job.

In my 15 years as headmaster, we've never had
police searching the students.

Shouldn't your investigation have started
on the golf course, where this thing happened?

Actually, it did.

As it turns out, our victim had
an argument with one of your students,
a Justin Gillespie.

Oh, look, that
was nothing more
than horseplay.

In addition, 50 other seniors from this school
were also present at the mob where
we found the boy's body.

Look, interviews are
out of the question.

I'm only interested
in their cell phones.

No. Invasion of privacy.
Parents'll have my head, pull their kids.

I understand, and I'll do everything
in my power to protect you. Okay?

Lieutenant, I think you would be surprised
how aware these kids are of their rights.

No, I wouldn't.

Have a good day.

Please have your cell phones and PDAs
out and turned on. I'll only need them
for one minute

Thank you.

I'm sorry to hover.

It's no problem at all.

Headmaster wants to make sure
you're not trampling anyone's rights.

How we doing, Tyler?

Uh... getting there.

On the message, I see
time, place and instructions

but I can't figure out a reason
for the dates.

Flash point entry is
determined by month of birth.
Makes it look more random.

I think you know a little too
much about these flash mobs.

Oh, please. I do not even have time
to go to the mall.

Huh. I got the originator.

Sent his message at 11:10 last night.

Great. Give me a name.

Justin Gillespie.

He's the mob originator.

Yes, and he's
a familiar name, too.

And one girl who didn't show up for
cell phone line up: a Sarah Mitchell.

Maybe she has something on her cell phone
she doesn't want us to find out about.

- Okay. You take Justin. I'll take Sarah.
- Okay

Sarah Mitchell, you want to tell us why you
didn't turn your phone in to our CSI today?

'Cause I don't know anything
about Danny getting killed.

Then you won't mind giving us your cell
phone right now.

I don't have it.

I sold it this morning to a guy outside
a coffee house on the way back from a flash mob.

I need money.
My parents cut me off.

They cut you off 'cause they discovered
you're using meth, Sarah?

Hey, you can't do that.

Well, yes, I can. it's in plain sight,
and it appears to have a little dab
of blood on it.

Can you explain that?

I don't know how that got there.

Our victim was bleeding.

Yes, and the spatter is consistent with trauma,
and that means you will be taking
an automobile ride with us.

Justin, we have evidence you originated
the stunt at the golf course today.

Yeah, that's right.

But nobody saw you at the flash
mob this morning.

Yeah, well, calling 'em's
actually more fun than going.

And you didn't invite your friend
Stephanie?

I knew she wouldn't go.
Her dad's the Headmaster.

It's not that. It's exam week.
I can either study or have fun,
not both.

We understand you had a beef with
the victim last week.

Why don't you tell us a little bit
about that?

I don't remember that.

That's your answer?
You don't remember?

Got some sand here.

Yeah, probably from the beach.

Then you won't mind if
I take a little, would you?

Be my guest.
The housekeeper'll love it.

So, this altercation
with Danny...

I didn't give police
permission to enter my house.

Calleigh Duquesne, CSI.
Your son invited us in.

Well, he has
nothing more to say.

I'd like you
off my property now.

As you like.

Thanks

That who I think it is?

Martin Gillespie, one of Miami's
best defense attorneys.

That would explain why his son's answers
were so smooth.

And why our job
just got a lot harder.

Is Danny's Kleiner's
tox report in yet?

Confirmed extremely high levels
of gamma hydroxybutric acid
in our Danny boy.

GHB. Date rape drug?

Males use it to get high.

Trace Lab found it in the scotch
left at the crime scene, too.

What were the levels?

Equates to almost
five ounces.

That sounds like more than getting high.
That sounds like somebody
dosed the scotch.

Which is why my determination
is "homicide."

Anything on Danny's clothes?

Our Danny was a real player.

Found some red lipstick
on his boxer shorts.

Really?

Yes, but the components were a little strange.

"Ginger, cinnamon, oil of wintergreen..."
That's lip plumper.

Lip what?

It's the latest in beauty trickery.

What's the purpose?

To look like Angelina Jolie.

Ah... Like that.

Did you determine
what's in the tread?

Yeah. It's a unique mixture, actually.
Take a look.

Ground oyster shells.

From what?

It's a gardening material. Landscapers
use it to make pathways.

I remember seeing the stuff
around the faculty apartments.

Thinking that maybe our Danny was
taking some private tutoring lessons?

The lip plumper makes it very private.

You want to go back to school?

Please come in.

That's nice lipstick,
Ms. Mancini.

Is it Lip Sting?

How could you tell?

We found traces of it
on Danny Kleiner's boxer shorts.

Surely I'm not the only woman on campus
who wears that kind of lipstick.

Only faculty member.
We checked.

We also found evidence on Danny's shoes
that puts him in this building very recently.

Danny was 18.

Legally an adult.

When was the last time
you saw Danny?

Last night.

He came over at around 7:00.
We...

Then I took a shower around 8:00,
and when I came out, he was gone.

Where was he going?

I don't know.

I don't ask him those questions.

It's easier on the heart.

Danny was dosed with GHB.
You're a chemistry teacher.

You could make that
blindfolded.

I didn't.
You're welcome to check my lab.

We'll do that.

Is every incoming order from Ms. Mancini's
chem lab logged in here?

Couple years ago some brat tried to order
explosive material through the lab.

Ever since, security double
checks all deliveries.

But we only found one component of GHB,
sodium hydroxide, and you can find
that in any lab.

You ever find GHB
anywhere else on campus?

Nope.

Weekend guys might've.

Any contraband we find we write a report
and turn it into Headmaster Brooks.

I'd like to see those reports.

Valera.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Does the blood on the baggie
match the victim's?

Danny Kleiner?

Blood's from a female.

How about the tweaker girl?

I ran it, and no, so I ran it against
the Forensic and Missing Persons Index.
Came up to a Madonna Arias.

Parents reported her missing
yesterday. Nice address.

According to the report,
she was in med school.

No connection to Palm Crest Academy.

Her name is Madonna Arias.

That's her blood on the baggie?

Do you know who she is?

No.

I never seen her.

Sarah, I need to know where you cop your dope,
and I need to know right now.

I never see a dealer. A runner,
some guy in a hoodie, comes down to the curb

and takes the money and comes back with the baggie.

Okay, good.

I need his address.

Urban guard dogs.

Yes. With feathers.

22... 23...24.

That's where we're going.

Door's open.

Go right.

Someone runs a nice little
business out of here.

Place to sit. Bags for a...

Shh.

Come out of there.

Who are you?

Raul Arias. I'm looking
for my sister.

Madonna?

I have a picture.

He's clear.

What would your sister
be doing here?

She buys her drugs from this building.

I've followed her
here before.

Did you tell that
to Missing Persons, Raul?

My parents wouldn't let me.

They're Argentinean. You know,
too much pride.

There's a weird smell in here.

- From the meth?
- Yes

Here's what I want you to do go
outside with an officer, Raul.

Looks like blunt force spatter.

Yes, it does.

And that copper smell is actually
the iron in the hemoglobin.

So that means
there must be...

a lot more blood somewhere.

That puts the victim right here.

So where's the rest
of the blood?

There's no blood trail,
is there?

No, too difficult
to carry out a body.

They had to look for something fast
... and simple.

Fast and simple.

You mean, like gravity?

- Horatio.
- Is that her?

Hang onto this.

Is that my sister?

Is that her?

I think it may be.

Hey hold up a minute

How'd you get those cuts
on your hands?

...I sculpt.

Granite, marble. I've got a studio
in South Beach.

Why is your shirt torn up?

I snagged it.

On what?

I forget.

I want that shirt
to the lab right now.

What does your scope say?

Same as the mass spec says.

Raul was in a struggle
with his sister.

You locate the wallet
in the Dumpster?

Didn't turned up, but I'm going to check
all her credit cards, cover all the bases.

It's called an exchange
of fibers, Raul.

And it means you were in an altercation
with your sister.

I didn't kill her.

We found you at the murder scene 50 feet
from where her body was dumped.

If you didn't kill her, I need help
from you right now.

I saw her the day
she disappeared.

She came to my apartment,
starving.

From the meth.

You'd think that these dealers would
at least want to keep their junkies fed.

Please no please

Give that back to me!

Give that back!

Raul that's mine

You bring this to my studio?!

Raul, do not do that!

No. No more.

Please. Please...

Raul, please don't
do that

You're my sister, I love you.

You don't know what you've done,
you fool!

You don't know what it's like to watch someone
so beautiful be ruined by a drug.

You don't know.

I didn't kill her.

I ran those credit cards.

Looks like Madonna Arias charged $500
worth of gas since yesterday afternoon.

Interesting ability
for a dead woman.

You get an address?

Better.

I got a pump number.

The security guard is stonewalling us
on the contraband reports.

All right.

Well, I got something.

Danny's PDA?

No. I went to the main server, and I
accessed a 1/2 dozen e-mails from last
night that he hadn't read.

Some of them sounded pretty desperate.

Where are you?
It's getting late...

I need it.
You gotta come through, DK.

What was he supposed
to give these people?

Thing is, only one of them
sounded physically threatening.

Take a look who sent it.

"You're a dead man"
is just an expression.

No. Legally, it's a threat.

You withheld information
this morning.

What was Danny Kleiner supposed
to give you?

All the men in my family went
to Princeton.

If I don't do the same...

Danny was helping me.

How?

By giving me
the Chemistry 202 midterm.

To Ms. Mancini's course?

I'll be in
the shower, Danny.

He'd get advance copies of all the tests

sell them to us.
50 bucks a student.

He was supposed to drop off the mid-term
last night at the dorm at 8:30.

But he didn't show up,
and that pissed you off.

Hey, I was in the dorm playing
cards with my buddies.

The whole night.

You can check it out.

Do you think the parents have any idea
that they are paying for their kids
to have sex with teachers...

...and buy their grades?

I don't know, but it makes me realize
what an angel I was.

Duquesne.

Thanks, Sam.

What's up?

They matched the sand from the golf
course at the Gillespie house.

Oh, that's great, but Justin's dad is
never going to let us get near him.

Hey, it's enough for a warrant
for Justin's clothing

and even his father
can't argue that away.

You know,I didn't find one grain
of sand in your clothing.

You weren't at the golf course.

Yeah, I told you that.

Mark Twain said, "The best
of all lost arts is honesty."

I looked it up.

I bet you were the
only one who bothered.

My father is a criminal
defense attorney, too.

When I was about nine,

my dad had this indigent client named Bruno,
and he used to come over to our house
and fix our porch.

My dad wouldn't defend his own
brother without a retainer.

Anyway, Bruno was
this giant guy,

and he was covered
in tattoos, and...

my mom had told me that he was
charged with hurting a woman,

so whenever Bruno would come over,
she'd take me shopping.

And I asked my dad one day

if Bruno had done it,
and my dad said,

"My job is to defend him."

And after Bruno was acquitted,
I asked my dad again if he had done it

and he said,
"My only job is to defend him."

And after that,
I kind of understood.

I think you overheard something at home
about the murder of Danny Kleiner.

I don't want to get my dad
in trouble.

Your father is obligated to maintain client
confidentiality, but you're not.

I was studying in my dad's library.

I heard a guy's voice say that the body was
on the 18th hole at Miami Palms.

I felt sick.

You know, somebody was just out there rotting
on the golf course, and nobody knew?

So, you sent a flash mob
to me sure they would.

Yeah.

Did you recognize the voice?

No. It was muffled
through the walls.

It was definitely an older guy.

Hey, Ryan.

I thought you were in court today.

Oh, M.E. tesmony spilled over
to this afternoon.

I thought I'd use my lunch break
to catch up on some work.

Some guy just dropped this off.

Burns from Palmcrest Academy.

A security guard.
Better late than never.

No wonder he's been
dragging his heels.

On what?

It's a long story.
Have you seen Delko?

Yeah, he's
right over...

Hey. I got the security report.

GHB was turned in to Headmaster
Brooks two weeks ago.

Okay.

The report doesn't say
what Brooks did with it.

There was no follow-up
report given.

I guess the security guys didn't
want to lose their jobs.

Well, they won't have to.

With this information,
we'll be able to get a warrant.

Let's call a judge.

Hello Baby.

Did he also tell you that I
can save you some money, huh?

Full tank, half price.

What, the owner
giving away some free gas?

No, baby, Fidel is.

I'm offering you a
business proposition.

Nah, I don't want to gas.

It's half price.

Your cash for my card.

Here's my card.

How about my card?

Hey!

In the bag.

Wallet, too.

The wallet?

Wallet, too

Nice.

Did you take it off her body?

Body? What body?

What body?

Wrist.

Nothing on top...but that's quite
the laceration.

Yeah, it's an old wound.

It won't heal.

Why, you got the name
of a good doctor?

Where did you get the wallet?

I don't know. I was walking,

and a car drove by,
and window down

and wallet out.
Calle Ocho lotto.

Oh, you can do better than that.

Listen, man, I finger him...

You won't let on
I fingered him, okay?

'Cause he's killer.

Fidel...

Okay

Okay

Donny Slater.

Donny Slater?

Meth freak.
He's a real animal.

Here's what we're gonna do.
You're gonna help me find Donny

before he finds you.

Switching gears.

It's all DNA to me.

Swab every surface of the wallet
and the credit card, please.

Good thinking.

Epithelials tend to get caught
in these raised numbers.

I'll page you.

Hmm.

So, uh, she do it
for you, officer?

Is all this yours?

I help out when I got the time.

What else do you do?

Does she seem familiar to you?

Pretty

Too skinny for my tastes.

Somebody killed her last night
in the Golden Triangle.

Hmm. That's too bad for her.

Yes. I understand that you did some time
for selling meth in the Golden Triangle.

Well, I'm flattered.
You been reading up on me.

I also noticed that cut on your hand.

Got into a fight last night.

Someone tried to cage my ride in.

Somebody rearranged
this lady's face.

Hey, I don't like to hit women.

That doesn't mean
you didn't do it, does it?

I need your DNA.

Nice job.

The warrant is to search your
entire office, Mr. Brooks.

What?

We have a campus security report that says
GHB was found on the quad last month and
turned in to you.

There was no follow up
report given to police.

I meant to.

It's, uh, it's in this cabinet.
Excuse me.

Our warrant's also for all your clothing
and shoes at your residence.

My residence?

Officers are there now.

Duquesne.

Calleigh, you'll never
believe what I figured out.

Oh, I just might.

Composition of the GHB found in this office
matches the composition of the GHB
that killed Danny Kleiner.

Mr. Brooks merely stored it in his office
as headmaster, he did not dose the victim.

We know.

We think his daughter did.

What?

Stephanie had access to your office,
to your locked cabinet, is that correct?

- No, I have the only key.
- Phil

By her own admission, Stephanie did not
attend the flash mob,

but trace evidence on her clothing
indicates she was at the golf course.

We need to fingerprint
your daughter.

Well, you can't. She, she left for
a semester in Europe.

You're making yourself an
accessory to murder, Mr. Brooks.

She didn't kill anyone.

She'll tell you that
when we can call her.

Daddy, stop.

I told you to stay
at your mother's.

I don't want to lie.

I don't want to cheat,
that was the whole point.

I forbid you
to say another word.

I'm 18, Dad.

I can do what I want.

Stephanie, as your lawyer,
I strongly advise against this.

Mr. Gillespie, you're fired.

Fine.
You're an adult.

Call me when you need me.

You don't know what it's
like at this school.

The teachers are oblivious.

Or they ignore the obvious.

I have watched
so many students cheat

and charm their way through
four years of school

while people like me are
considered study geeks.

I overheard Danny trying
to sell the chem exam.

He was always hitting on me.

He just wanted to bag
the headmaster's daughter.

So I used it.

Hey, Danny.

You going to the
library, Stephanie?

Thinking more
about a hook up.

Tonight?

The golf course?

I can't.

How 'bout tomorrow?

I knew you were all talk.

No, wait.

Tonight.

Eight o'clock?

My dad told me that security
found GHB on the quad

a couple of weeks ago.

I knew where my dad kept
confiscated drugs.

I just wanted to knock him out.

So that he didn't
give out the exam.

And then I realized
he wasn't breathing.

He was dead.

I shredded the exam and threw
the PDA in the ocean.

And then you told your father.

She tried to tell me about the cheating
before, I wouldn't listen.

I was addicted to our rankings.

Highest grade point of any prep
school in the state.

I let you down.
I'm sorry.

I just wanted a level
playing field for once.

Stephanie, I just heard.
If I had any idea it was you,
I never...

Yeah,
you would.

That's why I always
liked you, Justin.

You're honest.

All the blood on the surface of those
cushions matches our victim.

So, there's nothing probative,
but if you were to beat
somebody to death,

there's a chance
you'd injure yourself, right?

So somewhere, there might
be the killer's blood?

In theory

Hey, take a look at this.

It's a blood swipe,
not a splatter.

He flipped it, right?

So the killer put his blood
on the side of a cushion.

Let's get a swatch of this
to DNA, all right?

You rang?

The blood from the couch cushion
is not from the victim.

It's definitely male.

Okay.

But it doesn't match your gear head,
Donny Slater.

So could it be
the victim's brother?

Just about to run a sample.

Do that.

Alexx, is this
Madonna Arias?

No, she's next.
busy weekend.

Where is she?

What are you looking for?

I'm looking for lacerations
for an admixture of blood.

Well, I guess it's possible.
In theory.

Theory is all I have, Alexx.

Alexx, what is this?

Right there.

It's malleable.

Malleable and porous.

Otherwise known as leather.

He was wearing gloves, Alexx.

You find Donny?

Actually, we did.

You didn't dime
me out, right?

Fidel, Donny is the least of
your problems right now.

You're under arrest.

For what?
For using a credit card?

No. For murder.

the DNA that I recovered from the credit card
matches the DNA from the couch,

and in forensics terms,
that means you killed Madonna.

Donny Slater killed Madonna.

Let me see the cut
on your hand, please.

You mentioned that you were
having trouble healing this cut.

I believe it's because you were wearing
leather gloves when you beat her to death.

No, no, please,. Fidel.

I swear I'm
telling the truth.

Please, Fidel...

I swear I'm
telling the truth.

You snagged it

The pressure from the impact
opened up an old wound.

So while you were trying
to figure out what to do with her body,

your runner showed up with a delivery
for the Academy girls.

It was at that point you made the mistake
of trying to clean up.

But what you didn't realize was
how much you were bleeding.

Right?

This is what I get
for doing people a favor.

A favor?

I gave the girl some chalk,
said, "Go sell it".

"Pay off what
you owe me."

Come back with some excuses.

Her brother threw it down
a toilet.

It's like going to a teacher saying,
"The dog ate my homework."

Please, Fidel.
He flushed it.

I swear it.

Fidel, I don't think that you are grasping
the gravity of the situation.

25 years to life, my friend.

She was telling you the truth.

Take him.

Raul.

They said you caught a guy.

That's true.

We did.

This man confessed to your
sister's murder, Raul.

Did he say why?

No, he didn't.

Raul, I am sorry.