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♪ All right ♪

♪♪

♪ I must admit, I can't explain ♪

♪ Any of these thoughts racing
through my brain ♪

♪ It's true ♪

♪ Baby, I'm howling for you ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ There's something wrong ♪

♪ With this plot ♪

Morning, Doug.

Keep that pace up, Mrs. Barton.

You're going to kill in that 10K.

If I wasn't so out of breath,
I'd kiss you for saying that.

I'll take a rain check.

Still waiting on that video
game I ordered, Doug.

You order a lot of games, Travis.

You know that stuff
will rot your brain.

But I should have gotten it by now.

I've told you before,
I can't pull stuff out of order.

- Come on, man.
- You just have to wait your turn.

♪ Mockingbird, can't you see ♪

♪ Little girl has got
a hold on me ♪

Good morning.

You know I requested
that as a rush.

Kept me waiting.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Cullivan.

Maybe I can come inside
and make it up to you.

Hi, Doug.

Morning, Doug.

Morning,.

Hey, Doug.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Thank you, Mrs. Cullivan.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

♪♪

♪♪

911. What's your emergency?

Oh, my God! He's dead! He's dead!

Ma'am, calm down. Speak slowly.

The World Send driver!

I found him in the back of his truck.
He was all sliced up!

Sit tight, ma'am,

We're on the way, now.

Meet our vic, Doug Govoli.

Based on the cast off, looks like our victim

didn't go down easy.

In fact,

I'd say he put up a
pretty good fight.

I would agree with that.

Mr. Wolfe.

Box cutter.

With the victim's name on it.

Weapon of opportunity?

Let's see. We have...

lacerations on both palms

and a ligature on the neck.

I'm guessing made by
some type of wire.

So it started off as a strangulation.

Looks that way, and he was

dragged back here, out of sight.

That's when the box
cutter came into play.

Did you check his paperwork,
Mr. Wolfe?

I checked the manifest. Nothing is missing.

Take a look at this.

Maybe our victim was the
one who was stealing.

Do you think it might
have been personal?

It usually is, Mr. Wolfe.

Usually is.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

The World Send driver?

I already told you, I don't know him.

My girlfriend signed
for deliveries.

Really, Mr. Trejo?

Because we talked to a few of the
customers on this driver's route.

- Some of them are your neighbors.
- Mm-hmm.

And they say that you had a
fight with him this morning.

Well, did these neighbors tell
you that the guy's a creep?

Always hitting on our
girlfriends and wives?

Some of them mentioned he was
delivering more than packages.

Is that what he did
with your girlfriend?

You know what? Let's get
something clear right now.

My girlfriend never stepped out.

She wanted it to stop!

So I made sure that it did.

Well, I get off of work at 4,
if you want to grab a drink.

What the hell?

You say a word to my girlfriend again,
I'll put you in a box.

So I guess if you find
a little piece of dust,

or something,

then that'd be from our fight.

Or from when you
escalated it to murder.

Yeah, this is Wolfe.

Open your mouth, Mr. Trejo.

Hey. Open your mouth!

Now, you know we did our homework
before we came out here to see you,

and you've got quite a few
assault charges on your record.

That's before my girlfriend
civilized me, sir.

Look,

I got a good life, now.
I'm not going to let some

mailman in shorts mess it up.

And I'm certainly not going
to do it by murdering someone.

Construction, huh?

That's good for you.

Allison, can you get
me another staple gun?

This one's jammed again.

Hey, Doc.

So, you haven't
sent up a flare yet.

We're kind of wondering what's
going on with the victim.

As you can see,

Walter, I'm up to
my elbows in bodies.

So, I am not nearly done with
the analysis of the driver.

Is there any way I can help speed it along?

How about his clothes?

With all that blood on his shirt

you should make sure
all of it's his.

Okay. Thanks, Doc.

Hey, Doc?

There's something crusty on here
that is definitely not blood.

What do you think that is?
Biological?

Good eye.

Maybe mucous?

Someone spit on our driver.

You know, the lab I transferred
from actually has a system

of processing evidence:

first come, first serve.

Yeah, but we're a bit more
flexible here in Miami.

- And by "we," you mean "me."
- I do.

Vic's been dead five hours already.
We don't even have a suspect.

Then lucky for you, we have a
healthy chunk of DNA evidence.

What do ya got?

And the saliva goes to...

Travis Welks.

He's only 16.

He may be juvie,

but he has the life
experience of a 30-year-old.

Arrested for truancy, shoplifting

- possession of a controlled substance.
- Drugs.

We really got to find this kid.

-Thanks, Nikki.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ Come on ♪

- Travis! Stop!
- Stop!

Travis, stop!

♪♪

- I'm going left.
- Okay.

Hey, stop!

Get down from there!

Get down. Get down. Turn around.

- Did you just stick something in your mouth?
- Open your mouth.

He's got a baggie in there.
Spit it out. Spit it out.

- Did you just swallow that?
- No.

He just swallowed
a baggie of drugs.

Travis!

What was it, Travis?

What the hell did you just swallow?

I didn't swallow anything!

Oh, my God, kid, you are so stupid.

Get a bus right now.

I'm not going to have my only
murder suspect die of an O.D.,

- right in front of me.
- Murder?

Yeah, murder.

Hey, get back here. Get back here.

We found your saliva on
the dead delivery guy.

Doug's dead?

Yeah, Doug is dead.

I didn't kill him.

I just wanted my delivery

off of Doug's truck.

Hey, Travis. Trying to steal from me?

My name's on it!

- Give it up, Travis!
- Get off me!

What the hell?

Why were you in such a rush,
Travis? Was there drugs in the package?

- No.
- Come on, Travis, what was Doug delivering?

Travis?

I don't know.

You okay?

You got-- You got some water?

- You thirsty?
- Let me see.

-Travis?
- His eyes are constricting.

- Travis, look at me. You, all right?
- He's O.D.'ing.

Travis?

- Call the ambulance!
- I got it. I got it. I got it.

CSI Boa Vista. How far is that ambulance?

We need it now! Now!

Hey. How's Travis?

He is in a coma from a heroin overdose.

Doctor says that he's an addict.

Hate to say it,
but there goes our only lead.

- Maybe not.
- What do you mean?

Well, we've got another murder.
The victim was the next stop

on our delivery driver's route.

I'm on my way.

Thanks. Hey! So, uh, get me up to speed.

Okay. We found an I.D.
The vic's name is Sheila Holland.

Our driver's next
stop was her company.

So what's she doing
in a high school?

Well, her son goes to school here,
so the principal's pulling him

out of baseball practice right now.

So the whole gym was
closed to paint the court.

Janitor came in to check on the paint, and
that's when they found the body. Thanks.

So we've got a shoe.

Got some I.D.

Obviously, some smears through the paint.

Okay, so where's the body?

You're kidding me.

It's under the bleachers?

Crushed under the bleachers.

We sure this isn't an accident?

Doubtful. The glass case for
the controls was broken,

and we didn't find any prints.

Okay, let's, uh,
open up the bleachers.

Hey, Bailey, can you
open up for us, please?

Here you go.

Oh!

She's got blue paint

all over her knees.

She has it on her hands, too.

That's why the paint was
smeared out on the floor.

She was running for her life.

Somebody! Somebody help me!

Oh.

Oh. Oh!

Somebody!

Oh!

She must have run under here to try

to hide from whoever was chasing her.

Oh!

No!

Stop! Help!

Let me out of here!

Please don't do this! Please don't do this!

Help!

I got to tell you.

This murder seems as
personal to me as the driver.

You think Travis had
something to do with this?

Well, we know that the driver was
hitting on all the wives on his route.

Good morning.

Maybe he was hitting on our vic.

Maybe.

And just maybe someone
didn't like that very much.

She was my stepmom.

The way she was
stepping out on Dad.

They only got married
two years ago.

Sheila was just like my mom,
you know?

So, she owned a company, right?

A toy company, yeah.

She's always trying to
come up with the next fad.

You ever see a
Princess Chrissy doll?

Yeah, those were huge a
couple of Christmases ago.

Not anymore,

but she sells enough
to stay afloat.

Do you know how often she used

a company called World Send?

I don't know about her business.

You know where it is, though, right?
Can you write down the address for me?

Uh, Horatio.

Hey, we just got the address
to the second victim's company.

I think we should go over there
and check out whatever packages

were supposed to be picked up.

I'm on my way.

I have a list of every stop our
delivery driver was gonna make today.

I want you to check in at every
address and call me, Frank.

Horatio, you think
they're in danger?

Anybody who's on that
list is in danger.

Hey, what are you guys doing?

Will you call Mrs. Holland, please?

Mrs. Holland was
murdered this morning.

Murdered? What?

Where do you keep the boxes that are
supposed to be shipped out today?

We use three different carriers.

We're looking for World Send.

Okay, it's in the back.

Show us.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Holland handles all the
World Send shipments herself.

Why is that?

I don't know. Because anytime
we get a new shipment in

from the Mexico factory,
she pulls out a few,

repacks them and sends
them via World Send.

Where is this heading?

I don't know. She hasn't labeled it yet.

Uh, you can't do that.

Step back, please.

Natalia, get me one of
those other dolls, okay?

You see the difference

in skin tone?

Yeah, I do. That one has
a whiter complexion.

There's a reason for that.

You see that?

She's shipping a whole lot more than dolls.

That is pure heroin.

Horatio, you know
Travis O.D.'d on heroin.

Well, Natalia,

then I would say,
there's definitely a connection.

You're right about
the dolls, Horatio.

It's a trick the smugglers use
to get the drugs through customs.

They mix it with a resin,

and then pressure-mold it
into whatever shape they want.

- In this case, doll parts.
- How do they extract it for resale?

Well, it's gonna take me
some time to break it down.

Find me. Mr. Wolfe.

All the dolls are made in Mexico.

Not all of them are made out of heroin.
That's how they made it through customs.

Yes, but Mr. Wolfe, your average doll
maker just doesn't start selling drugs.

Well, she wasn't the only
officer in the company.

I did some research.

Turns out, Peter Holland,
her husband, was the vice president.

- Bring Mr. Holland in, please.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Holland,

I recommend that your
son leave the room.

No. He's, uh-- He's fine.

I strongly recommend
that he leaves.

He's my son.

Suit yourself.

Were you aware that your wife was
using her business to traffic heroin?

Dad, what are they talking about?

- Nick, wait outside.
- You guys got it way wrong.

- Okay?
- Nick, go.

- Sheila didn't even drink alcohol.
- Just go!

Nick, I'm sorry.

Well, that was one hell of a stunt.

I gave you two warnings, didn't I?

Did you know about the drugs?

Look, I was just a
V.P. in her company

on paper, and I'll bet

Sheila didn't even know about them.

She uses a company
called World Send

to pass them to someone.

We need to know who that is.

I can't believe this.

All you cops do is
harass us taxpayers

until we say what you want to hear.

And you're not
answering the question.

Whoever's selling these
drugs is killing people.

The delivery guy, your wife.

You and your son--

You could be next.

You need to think about that.

Oh, I am, Lieutenant.

Come on, son, let's go.

I figured out how to get the
heroin out of the dolls.

I'm listening.

It's quite a process.

First, you have to dissolve

the doll parts in acetone.

Strain it, cook it off.

And since the heroin
doesn't dissolve,

a precipitate is left behind.

So we're looking for a pro?

I would say Mrs. Holland

is smuggling the drugs
for someone else, yes.

Do we have the driver's
delivery manifest?

Ah, yes.

What are we looking for?

Because this is a
dangerous process,

it's going to be a remote location.

Ah, here's one.

145 Elkhorn Drive.

Hang on.

That's the address of the
naval shipyard.

I believe so.

Tripp just called. That's his next
stop from the manifest.

Hang on a second.

Lieutenant, I doubt you'll get a
signal in or out.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

Is there a problem, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

I need all south end units

to 145 Elkhorn Drive.

Officer in need of assistance.

Damn it!

Frank! Frank!

Frank!

What took you so long?

Traffic on the causeway, Frank.

Well, welcome to the dollhouse.

So, our driver picks up the
dolls from the warehouse

and brings them over here
where they're melted down

and, uh, the heroin's
then cut for sale.

Orders come in,
I guess they print the labels

and pack them in these
World Send boxes.

And our driver delivers to customers
all over town.

Yeah, well, do you think
this is a case of a rival

- trying to take out the competition?
- No, I don't.

A rival would start with
the snake's head, Eric.

Well, I thought that
was Sheila Holland.

Maybe whoever's calling the
shots is in this computer.

Let's take a look.

Damn it.

It's encrypted.

Can you crack it?

I can try.

- Horatio?
- Yeah?

Heads up.

DEA just rolled in.

I need all MDPD to stop what
they're doing immediately.

Okay, Eric, if you follow protocol,
how much time do you need?

- Two minutes.
- Two minutes. You got it.

I believe you're looking for me,.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine.

Lieutenant.

Agent Connolly, DEA.

Were you aware that this location

is under surveillance in a
federal drug investigation?

Clearly not.

I have a murder
investigation going on here.

First you spooked my guy on the inside,

then you shoot the cooks I've
been surveilling for months.

For the record, they shot first.

I have jurisdiction over any
evidence you found here.

Quinn, relieve that
CSI of our evidence.

You know, Agent Connolly,
this intrusion is outrageous.

I have a job to do here.

I'll take it from here.

So do I.

Son of a bitch, that laptop
was gonna break our case.

Thank you for your help.

How'd we do?

Followed protocol.

Am I missing something here?

Yes. He just cloned the hard drive.

Thank you, Eric.

Horatio, who's their inside man?

I am gonna go talk to him.

Mr. Holland,

you were spying on your wife for the DEA.

We know that you are
their inside man.

Look, I'm sorry.

But I was told that talking
to you can be construed

as "interfering with a
federal investigation."

We just need to know who
Sheila was working for.

I didn't even know what Sheila was doing

until the DEA told me.

Look, Peter, you know I got
to take somebody in for this,

and if you're not gonna help us,
I will settle for you and your wife.

You've known this woman, what, two years?

You let her into your life,
and now she's put you

and your son at risk.

You don't owe her anything, Peter.

But she wasn't a bad person.

She was trafficking
drugs for someone,

and we need the name.

I never found one.

All I know is

it was someone who knew her
business was struggling.

Why do you say that?

I saw an e-mail she printed out.

Whoever it was, offered to transfer $50,000,

into her account every month

if she shipped something

into the country for them.

Do you have an e-mail address?

The printout was
missing the header.

And when I looked on her computer,

all her e-mails were in code.

So, it was encrypted,

just like the cook house.

Does the DEA have her computer now?

And you--

You think whoever
wrote those e-mails

killed my wife?

It's quite possible.

Look,

Connolly gave me something

to put on Sheila's computer called

a keystroke logger,

and he never asked for it back.

Would that help you out?

It's a start.

Horatio, we're not gonna be
able to find out from Travis

who he bought the drugs from.

No. He's still in the coma. No change.

Let me-- Let me call you back.

Talked to you at the warehouse
earlier today, right? Sean?

Yeah. What are you doing here?

Well, when I saw you at the warehouse,

you told me this kid was here.
I wanted to see it for myself.

See what?

What Mrs. Holland's drugs
was doing to these kids.

I mean, they're
killing them, right?

Yeah, they are.

Which basically
means I killed them.

Come on, Sean, no.

I should've put it together.
I mean, I could've done something.

You were doing your job.

There's no way you could've
known what was going on.

Look, I promise you, though--
We're gonna find out who's behind it.

Okay?

Ma'am?

Yeah?

What's his name?

Travis.

Is he gonna be okay?

They don't know yet.

Delko. Peter Holland just
dropped off the key logger,

God bless his soul.

Now we have all of
Sheila's keystrokes.

All right, well,
we're trying to break in

to the cook's computer here
to find our drug dealer.

How does that help us?

Well, our drug dealer communicated
with both Sheila and the cooks

via the same encrypted e-mails.

So I'm guessing that the
password that she used

is probably the same
one that you need.

All right. Plug it in.

But we only get two tries

before the hard
drive erases itself.

Right. All right. It's on.

We got to narrow this down.

Let's try doing a search for
"World Send."

Got it.

"World...

Send."

Okay.

We're in business.

Princess Chrissy dolls.

Delivery, delivery. It would be before that.

That doesn't fit.

Okay. Delko, try this.

"Plan X."

And there's a space between "plan" and "X."

Remember the space.

No. We got one more try.

My bad.

30 seconds to do it.

Damn it.

Come on, Walter.

- Come on, baby.
- Come on.

Come on.

Delivery 546.

15 seconds.

Come on, Walter.

That's not even a word.

Tell me. What do you got?

Okay! Okay, okay. Try this.

Underscore, capital M, little J,

capital T, capital T,

little K, enter.

- Ha!
- Yes!

You're a genius, Walter.

Okay.

Now, who sent the email?

Haldis Construction.

I know that name.

Wait a minute.

See that M.T.?

That's Marcos Trejo.

- The jealous husband?
- That's right.

I was just over at his condo,
and I bet you the fight

he had with Doug,
it wasn't over his girlfriend.

Shh.

Put that weapon down,

and get your hands on your head.

Do it.

Hands on your head.

Okay, okay.

Marcos Trejo.

Let's get the girl
out of here, please.

Don't you touch--

Shut up.

She's the least of
your worries right now.

We deciphered your
encryption, Marcos.

We know you were running a drug
operation over the Internet.

So, I think it's time you
start talking, Marcos.

Everything else was going wireless.

Why not drug dealers?

All my customers had to do
was just point and click.

I set up some fake Web sites

that my customers could order from.

And what about Sheila?

I renovated her condo.

And when her business went south,

I made her an offer she couldn't refuse--

taking a few extra shipments
from Mexico,

sort out some dolls--

Hi, Doug.

...and ship them to my cook house.

Thank you.

And how were you getting paid?

Cash.

They delivered it to me,
then they got their drugs.

The World Send driver,
right, Marcos?

That's what the fight was about.

He had your cash in his truck.

Yeah. The packages,

they seemed a little light lately.

I thought it was my customers.

Then I saw one of the
boxes had been cut.

What the hell?

You think I'm an idiot, don't you?

You were stealing from me.

You think you can take my girlfriend, too?

You better pay back every last cent,
or I'll put you in a box.

Doug figured out
what you were into,

so some cash for himself,

and so you killed him for it.

I already told you.

I just scared him.

And what about Sheila Holland?

DEA closing in,

figured you'd clean house?

You want to book me
on the drug charge,

go ahead

because you got nothing.

Because I sure as hell
didn't kill anybody.

Hey, Natalia,
got any luck with that print

I just found in the van?

No, no luck here.

Well, we're gonna have to do better
than this if we're ever gonna put

Trejo in that van.

Hey, Walter!

You doing any better than
me with the fingerprints?

I wish I was. Got about half a dozen

scuff marks from shoes
that shall remain nameless.

Other than that,
no headlines, no news.

Do we have an ear database?

Because I have a direct
blood transfer here

from an ear.

How do you know it
isn't the victim's?

The victim didn't have
any blood on his ears.

You know, I think I'm
gonna let you submit

that to the state attorney.

Now, wait a second.

This ear print could determine
how tall our killer was.

Come here.

Well, the only problem is,
we don't know where those boxes were

during the attack.

You know what, I think he
might be onto something,

because our victim left
us a clue as to how

to put these boxes back.

The castoff from the blood?

Yeah.

If we use the density and the
directionality of the blood drops,

we can figure out the
placement of each box.

Yeah.

Let me ask you something.

How tall is Trejo?

Five-seven, max.

- I'm five-nine.
- Great,

so we just proved the opposite
of what we wanted to prove,

which is Trejo didn't do it.

You know what? Switch out with me.

But...

I'm six-five,

which means our killer has to be

six feet?

That, uh, the Travis
kid's about that, right?

Yeah, but he's a drug addict.
I mean, do you think

he's physically capable
of doing all this?

Well, if he's our killer,

I'd bet there'd still
be blood in his ear.

Any trace of blood in his ear?

No, there's not.

Look what I found.

It looked as if someone had
just slipped it under his hand.

Do we know if he has any family?

His mom, but she's been in Cancún.
She's flying home today.

I wonder who left that.

When I was checking on Travis earlier,
there was a kid here named Sean

from Holland's warehouse.

Could that other kid be Sean?

Maybe, but he acted like he'd
never seen Travis before.

Well, judging from this picture,
I would say Travis

is eight, maybe ten.

If the other kid is Sean,

it looks like they've known
each other for a long time.

Maybe long enough to kill for.

Whatever you guys are doing,
if you don't mind making it quick,

- I got to get back to work.
- You're not going anywhere, Sean.

You know, you're actually
doing me a favor.

That factory's filled with dust.

So that's blood?

Must have cut myself or something.

Can't wait to hear the story

when we find out
it's not your blood.

I've been planning
this for a long time.

Ever since I saw Travis
becoming someone else.

Why didn't you just get him some help, Sean?

What, you don't think I tried?

Over and over.

While his mother was off
puddle-jumping the Caribbean,

I was the only person he had.

Travis, it's me. It's Sean.

The only person who saw what
was actually happening to him.

Come on.

We got to get you out of here,
okay? I'm gonna take you home.

Get off me, man.

Travis, you keep this up,

you're going to die.

We're not kids anymore.

I even drove him to rehab myself,

but the drugs were always there,

always available to him,

so I had no choice.

I went to the source.

Doug Govoli wasn't the source.
He was just the delivery man.

He didn't even know
what he was delivering.

Delivering packages to and from
an abandoned factory in Hialeah?

Kids foaming at the mouth
when they got his packages.

Oh, he knew.

He just turned a blind eye.

And that's when you got the
job at the toy warehouse?

I followed the drugs.

That's where it started.

Sheila-- Oh, She was even worse.

Trafficking heroin to
supplement her income,

killing the same kids
that she sold her toys to.

Sean, stop!

Please, don't do this! Please,
don't do this!

Sean!

Stop!

I wasn't going to stand there

and watch my friend die.

No one was going to
do anything about it.

But that's what we do, Sean.

We did something about it.

We stopped it.

What do you mean?

Are you familiar with the
name Marcos Trejo, Sean?

Who's that?

Mr. Trejo was the
man behind it all.

That's where the drugs started.

We just arrested him, Sean.

If I hadn't killed those people,

then you wouldn't have found him.

Fair enough, but Sean,

you're not the justice system,

but now you will be
the recipient of it.

Book him.

♪ Hey, now ♪

♪ Hey, now ♪

♪ Hey now ♪

♪ All you sinners ♪

♪ Put your lights on ♪

♪ Put your lights on ♪

♪ Hey, now ♪

♪ All you children ♪

♪ Leave your lights on ♪

♪ You better leave your lights on ♪

♪ Because there's a monster ♪

♪ Living under my bed ♪

♪ Whispering in my ear ♪

♪ She said ♪

♪♪

♪ I'll shine like stars ♪

♪ Let me fade away ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪