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Bellman�!

- Leave them by the bed.
- Yes, sir.

Thanks for the tip.

Okay, sir.

What the heck...?

I swear, I didn't...

Single shot to the head.

No mystery there.

Looks like a claim ticket.

That never got claimed.

Four of five items.

Biscayne Suite.

Valet cart's gone, too.

Whatever was delivered
was taken back out.

This hotel caters to cruise passengers.

Guests usually stay here one night.

Fly in on Saturday,

board the ship on Sunday, right�?

This time of year, half the hotels
on Collins are booked through cruise lines.

Population of Miami
goes up 30,000 a night.

Just like our list of suspects.

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Hotel security said the shower

was running full blast
when they entered.

Great way to cover your
tracks, don't you think�?

I found a bar of soap
in the shower.

There are some smudges.

- Maybe we can get can get a print off of it.
- Ah, the missing fifth bag.

Bellman in the lobby said our vic
didn't have room on his cart.

Who was the room rented to, Frank�?

That would be a...

Fulana Perez.

What's so funny�?

Fulana Perez is Cuban
for Jane Doe.

Fulana means "so and so. "

Yeah, well, whatever.

She sent a money wire
from Trenton to hold the room.

Let's see what else she sent.

Mr. Wolfe, please.

It's just paper.

Send the paper to Q.D.

And tell me...

what is that�?

It's a lock of hair.

It's brown.

Maybe from a struggle.

But it's been scissored,
which is typical of kidnappings.

Gentlemen, this is a message.

The question is�:

Who was it meant for�?

Uh, excuse me.

I saw your badge.
Are you a cop�?

CSI. Calleigh Duquesne.

Can you help me, please�?

My wife is missing.

That's Erica.

We flew in from
Indianapolis last night.

We leave on a cruise today.

It's our first vacation
in three years.

When did you last see her�?

About 9�:00 last night.
The sushi restaurant upstairs.

How'd the two of you get separated�?

I should never drink sake.

We-we split a couple of bottles,
and that's the last I remember.

- Is this your information�?
- Yeah.

- I'll do everything I can.
- Thak you.

Hi. It's a busy place.

You here for the bellman shooting�?

Yeah, but hotel security found
a D.B. in the service elevator.

Is this her�?

Not so many clothes, but yeah.

- That the husband�?
- Yeah.

Two bodies, one hotel.

- Any connection�?
- Yeah.

Saturday during cruise season.

Say no more.

Good thing I brought my big van.

Heard you found Mrs. Hanford.

Maids found her body this
morning. First run of the day.

Die young, leave
a beautiful corpse.

Strange.

Tongue looks swollen.

Any guess as to cause of death�?

Not yet.

Biologicals on her inner thighs.

On her underwear, too.

Caring husband just got a little creepy.

I'm gonna have Tripp bring him in
and see if we can get a DNA reference.

Got any luck on the fingerprints�?

Fingerprints, no.

But, uh, palm prints, yes.

See that�?

It's a watermark.

Of a dead president.

Yeah, Ulysses S. Grant
from the $50 bill.

Are you telling me
this is currency paper�?

Technically, it isn't
even paper... it's rag.

Cotton-to-linen ratio is 70-30.

Take a look at this security stripe.

This one's placed within
the Bureau of Engraving tolerances.

And...

It glows yellow�?

Did it come from the mint�?

Mint makes coins.

All paper currency comes
from a company in Dalton, Mass.

That's where the red and blue fibers
are cooked into the paper.

It's then sliced into sheets like
this one, loaded onto grocery trucks,

moving trucks, all kinds of trucks.

Even the drivers don't know
what they're hauling.

So if it's real,
when did these go missing�?

I don't know, but I saw
a Secret Service guy

cooling his heels in Reception.

Bet he knows.

Lieutenant Caine.

Agent Elliott.

I believe this is record time for you.
Thank you.

Leak in the money supply line'll do that.

We knew the Dalton truck was hijacked on its way to Texas earlier
this week. Just didn't know where the paper ended up. Until now.

32 bills per sheet, 3,000 sheets.

That's $10 million.

Roughly, yeah.

- We got a suspect�?
- We are still working on it.

- I have jurisdiction here.
- Don't we all�?

Agent.

So Calleigh said you were done collecting
the sexual assault kit on elevator girl.

Thought I was.

Then I found this.

Tissue�?

Between bicuspid number five
and cuspid number six.

So there was a fight.

Or just bad oral hygiene.

- Maybe just bad oral.
- Okay. No comment on that.

I assume that's not what killed her.

No, cause of death
was laryngeal edema

leading to cardiovascular collapse.
Throat closed up.

Her body reacted to
an outside substance.

So it was an allergy�?

Sent her into anaphylactic shock.

Got tissue sections going to Histopath

and we'll run a full
tox screen, of course.

Find what she was allergic to.

Could her death have been accidental�?

Could've, yeah.

But to leave a woman
the way we found her�?

You've got to be guilty
of something, honey.

It's good as gold.

AFIS is still searching.

Let's check with the State Department
and the Customs databases, all right�?

Cause half the tourists
in Miami are foreign�?

And they all have to check
with Immigration.

I got a hit from the Feds,
but not a tourist.

A Cuban exile, a dry-footer
from five years ago.

Hit the shore at Haulover Beach.
Processed through Krome Detention Center.

Right here in Miami.

Think he knocked off
the currency truck�?

If he didn't, he knows who did.

Yeah, I was at the hotel,
meeting a friend.

Helped a guy with his luggage.

See, the problem, Juan,

is that your luggage is not the
only place that we found your prints.

This currency truck was hit
on its way to Fort Worth.

Driver robbed at gunpoint.

Does that sound familiar�?

You transferred the paper
from the truck into five suitcases.

We found your fingerprint on the truck
and on the suitcase left at the hotel.

And it makes me curious

as to why you allowed the driver to live,

but you killed the bellman

at the hotel�?

No, no, no. No way.

Okay, I dropped the bags off at the curb

and left.

So they were your bags�?

Yeah, I was hired
to do the truck job,

and then hand the bags off.

To a stranger�? Come on.

Guy who hired me doesn't
want to know me,

It's okay, I don't want to know him.

So you come all the way
from Cuba to start a new life

and you end up doing this, Juan�?

I got out.

My family didn't.

Guy wants to give me cash
to send to them...

What, huh�?
You wouldn't do the same�?

You do realize the money's
counterfeit, though, right�?

If it keeps my family alive...

I don't care.

At least we know how
the suitcases got to the hotel.

Yes, we do. Let's find out

how they left.

Right, elevator woman.

Semen on her body
was from a single donor.

- The husband�?
- No.

What about the tissue
in her teeth�?

Human. Same donor.

Any physical findings�?

There was no vaginal tearing.

So sex could've been consensual.

It also could've been motive
if the husband found out about it.

- Thanks, Valera.
- Sure.

Tell me again where
you misplaced your wife�?

At dinner, we...

we started talking to this
couple at the next table.

Nice people. Super friendly.

- How friendly�?
- They told us about this party.

I mean, normally, we would
never, you know�? But we...

we figured one night... it's Miami.

- What kind of party�?
- For couples.

Guess they call it a Friction party.

"Friction"?

They told us to find them
somewhere at the party.

Glad you made it.

- I bet her you wouldn't show.
- This looks fun.

Did she, um, did she
have sex with this guy�?

It wasn't that kind of party.

They said the rules were no sex, just...

a lot of touching, rubbing.

Couples get worked up enough
to go back to their own room.

- Any stimulants�?
- There was a raw bar.

Erica did some oyster shooters.

Somebody told us
they were an aphrodisiac.

I wanted her to have a good time.

I started talking to
this woman from Arizona.

Then she just disappeared.

I looked all over.

- Exactly where was the party�?
- The penthouse at the Agramonte.

What did you get from the penthouse�?

Almost done with the raw bar.

You'll never guess what I just
found in this oyster shooter.

Aspirin.

- You cheated.
- Tox screen came back... I peeked.

Aceta-sala-something.

Acetylsalicylic acid. It's the
active ingredient in aspirin.

I guess she had
a hell of an allergy to it.

Which glass was hers�?

I don't know.
First one came back positive.

I'm testing the rest of them now.

They're all turning pink.

Someone's dosed every glass.

Still comes back to the one person
who knew about her allergy to aspirin.

I did not spike any drinks with aspirin.

What if I told you we had
your prints on the glasses?

I'd say you have faulty equipment.

We talked to some people
about your little naked party.

They said you and your wife argued.

That's true.

I tried to get her to leave.

Erica, I get one week of
vacation. Don't be like this.

It's my vacation, too.

I thought it was your idea
to go in the first place.

I convinced her, yeah.

But she ended up taking to it a
lot more than a PTA mom should.

Look, you can talk to me
till you're blue in the face.

I didn't kill my wife.

And while we talk, the
real killer gets away.

Did you interview
everyone else at the party?

All but two.

Couple from Fort Lauderdale,
a Mitch and Halle Lockhart.

Pulled an early check-out this morning.

You holding out on me?

Well, I figured they didn't want
to lose 7K on a Caribbean cruise.

I got a patrol staking out the ship.

Let's hope we didn't miss the boat.

Officer, I told you already.

Four suitcases that size?

No way that could have
fit in one of my cabs.

Look, the bags left the hotel somehow.

Well, probably hired a pirata.

A pirate cab? No permit,
no taxes. Those guys?

Yeah, most of 'em drive
those little beaters.

You know, one or two of them got
minivans big enough to handle those bags.

You got a name?

I don't deal with them.

This is a class op. Those
guys undercut my boys.

So who uses them?

People who work here.
Some illegals, you know.

Can't afford their own ride.

Probably can't afford
cell phones, either.

There a pay phone around here?

Inside.

Yeah, I need a van at the Agramonte.

You don't have one.

A van at the Agramonte.

You don't have vans?

Okay, do you know anyone who does?

How do you spell that?

Oh, yeah, I'll try them.

Nice minivan.

- Where you need to go, man?
- I'm with MDPD.

Did you pick up a guy this
morning, had four of these bags?

No.

Okay, see, I've been asking around.
Everyone keeps pointing me to you.

Maybe I picked him up,
I don't remember, man.

I impound your vehicle, it may take
weeks to get to the bottom of this.

My tax dollars at work, huh?

Now, you mind?

Horatio. "7785 Vera Cruz. "

- Ready?
- Yup.

Let's go.

Gentlemen, we are alone.

What do we have here, Mr. Wolfe?

This is the DocuPhoto 1000.

Ultra-high resolution.

6,000 copies per hour.

Federal government's
worst nightmare, right?

Do you hear something?

Out the way we came. Right now.

You okay, Wolfe?

Uh, yeah, I think so.

Okay, let's check it out.

So what the hell was that?

Fire from the ceiling was hypergolic.

Hypergolic?

Right, that sizzling sound.

Hostile chemicals get
too close to each other,

second they touch, exothermic reaction.

I can't believe that bomb did all this.

It didn't.

The one up on the
ceiling was the backup.

What about the primary?
There's nothing left.

That's not true, either.

The bomb destroys everything but itself.

As an example, this charred
watch head. Take a look at that.

This watch part of the bomb?

Yes, it is, and it means we're at the...

seat of detonation. Did you hear that?

Is he alive?

He's got a pulse.

He's still breathing.

Fire rescue right now, Wolfe.

Sir? Sir? Sir?

H?

ID says Bart Jameson.

And look what was on
the rope from his wrists.

Green ink, color of money.

Must have transferred when
the bomber tied him up.

Looks like we found our printer.

Hang on a second.

Excuse me, could I
have a minute, please?

Mr. Jameson?

Mr. Jameson my name's Horatio Caine.

Can you tell me who did this to you?

I can't say. I can't.

Okay, can you take a
look at this picture

and tell me who that is?

That's my daughter.

Mr. Jameson,

has somebody kidnapped your daughter?

I ask you this because
we found a lock of hair,

and I believe it's hers.

So who took her?

Call patrol and tell them

to meet us at Mr. Jameson's house.

You hang in there.

Miami Dade Police.

It's not too late to
let her go, my friend.

You're the one that needs to go.

It's too late for me to leave.

Please, help me.

Let her go.

Walk away, or I will blow her head off.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you...

to let her go.

Say good-bye to the policeman...

Here you go, ma'am.

Okay, ma'am.

Okay.

You're all right.

- We have no I.D. on the dead guy.
- I am not surprised.

Make sure you get his ten card, okay?

Maybe the printer will
tell us who he is now.

Yes.

We're gonna find out.

Mr. Jameson?

Could I have a word, please?

Would you come with me, please?

Does he seem familiar?

You saw what they did to my daughter.

Who's next? My-my parents? My brother?

Mr. Jameson, I need you to trust me.

I do trust you, but they're
still out there.

Not for long, all right?

Thank you for coming,
Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart.

I'm confused.

What does this have to do with us?

Our victim was at the
same Friction party as you.

We just want to tie up a few loose ends.

Fine. I hope it doesn't
take a long time.

Our cruise leaves in seven hours.

Erica Hanford.

Geez. Look, I'm happy to cooperate.
But this is a little disturbing.

Do you remember her?

No.

You sure about that?

We found tissue in her teeth and
semen in her sexual assault kit.

Sexual assault?

Yeah, and let's not forget that
we just took a sample of your DNA.

Okay, so, I had sex with her.

In the service elevator.

You know, we played a
little slap and tickle.

A little bite and fight.

You happy now?

He had sex with her?
At the Friction party?

- That is so not cool.
- Nice acting, lady.

But your husband was cattin' around.

The girl he was with showed up dead.

Doesn't take a genius to
look at the jealous wife.

I have never even seen her.

Makes it a little hard
for me to have killed her.

Mrs. Lockhart, have you ever
been in the service elevator?

Ugh. No.

Then can you explain why we found
your palm print on the handrail?

I didn't want the party to end.

A guy at the hotel said
he'd score me some E,

so I followed him to the basement.

Come on, it's in my locker.

This guy have a name?

Billy.

He's a cute kid.

Yeah, well, see if you think
that after we talk to him.

Mrs. Lockhart, this is
going to sound strange,

but most people have somewhat
matching wedding bands.

You're wearing an heirloom; his is gold.

We're married.

Just not to each other.

Where's your real husband?

Ohio.

Halle Lockhart's not your
real name either, is it?

No.

It's Webber.

Halle Webber.

Does your husband know any of this?

Mitch and I met in college.

Now, once a year,

we get together for a little fun.

I don't mean vanilla-
sex-with-my-husband fun.

I mean swing-from-the-rafters
till-the-neighbors-call-the-cops fun.

So, no.

I don't tell my husband.

The trace on these components
came back positive for dynamite.

Consistent with the
damage in the warehouse.

What I don't get is how
we could find so many

hidden components in
all that destruction?

Okay, here's how it works.

The blast pressure
happens in two phases.

Air goes out...

Air has to come back toward
the seat of detonation.

Hundreds of pieces.
Hundreds of answers.

Bombers are creatures
of habit, aren't they?

They find something they
like and they stick with it.

Like this. Take a look at that.

That's his signature.

A cigarette butt?

Oh, I get it. It's an insulator.

Bomb Intelligence Network
should be able to match this.

Yes, they should.

Know the bomb,
know the bomber.

This about my P.O.?

Said my urine test is dirty.

That's the least of your
problems right now.

I'd like to take a look
at your wristwatch.

Get a warrant.

I can come over there
and take it off you if you want.

It's up to you.

That is a timing device, Eddie,

which is a violation
of your Federal Parole.

It's time to go back inside, Eddie.

No big deal.

Do a violation standing on my head,
catch up with some friends.

Something else that you need
to take a look at.

That's a cigarette filter,

which is your signature, isn't it?

Imagine that.

It's the same brand.

So we are no longer talking

about a violation
of your parole, Eddie.

We are talking
about attempted murder.

Look...

If I tell you, I want a deal.

Before I discuss a deal,
I want to know everything.

I needed the cash.
Friend of a friend hit me up.

Do this insurance job.
Blow a print machine.

Never even got paid.

That seems appropriate.

You left another loose end.

The print shop owner
is still alive, Eddie.

The man who hired you...
what's he look like?

Never got a good look at him.

I hope for you it was good enough.

That's him? That's the guy?

Yeah.

You know him?

Unfortunately.

I had him, H...

the guy who hired the bomber.

I let him go.

Okay.

He was the pirate cabbie.
Damon Barker.

Picks up fares by the Agramonte.

He gave you
the warehouse, right?

I was so amped up,
I just took off.

Don't worry about it.
What about the license plate?

Listen to me.

No worries.

What is the first rule of survival?

Hands and eyes.

Okay, so what did you see?

Watch their hands.
Watch their eyes.

Catcher's Marina parking
permit on the dash.

Okay. Go find him.

Sure my prints are on
the elevator. I work here.

You work poolside, Billy.

The only reason you use the
service elevator is to deliver drugs.

That's crazy.

Not according to Halle Lockhart.

Said you scored her some E last night.

She told you I scored her some E?

Man, try and do someone a favor.

Let me show you something.

This is what I scored her.

Aspirin?

Must have been one
hell of a headache, too.

Why's that?

I told her they got aspirin
up in the penthouse.

She said she needed some more,
so I brought her down here.

She ground them up right over there.

Said she had a hard time swallowing.

Silver flecks.

Where are the empties?

Threw them away.

You have gloves on you?

But I bet Halle didn't.

Is she still in custody?

No, we didn't have enough to hold her.

We do now.

Halle Lockhart/Webber.

I ran her name through the Ohio DMV.

No listings anywhere in the state.

Well, she lied about her
name, why not her state?

All these cruise people are
from the Midwest: try Michigan.

Done. Negative.

- Kansas?
- And Pennsylvania.

Iowa.

No prints matching Halle's.

The dead girl's from Indianapolis.

Try Indiana.

In fact, try Indianapolis.

Indy DMV's got a file.

6475 Elmhurst Drive.

What's the zip code?

46205.

That's the same zip code as Erica Hanford.

- Your vic from the elevator?
- It's a small world.

Erica and Halle were from the same town.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Halle Webber.

This will take a second.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Erica Hanford.

You are kidding me.

I told you, I never even met the woman.

I find that very difficult to believe,

especially since you were both
on the Shaler Elementary PTA together.

Okay, so, yes, I know her,
but I didn't kill her.

That's a pretty locket.
May I see it, please?

- I don't have to show you a thing.
- Actually, you do.

Plain sight, incidental to the arrest.

White substance, just like aspirin.

You were on your fantasy date with Mitch
at the Friction party when you saw Erica.

Halle.

Oh, my God.

Who's this?

Where's Jeff?

Oh, um, this is Mitch.

Homeroom Mom...

what a player.

No one's going to believe this.

Must have been quite a shock.

She had the biggest mouth at the PTA.

And you had a big secret.

My husband is a workaholic.

He spends his life at that furniture
store. So once a year, I run away.

And then you ran into Erica,

which is exactly why you went
into the hotel basement.

You knew about her allergy. You saw
her at the raw bar, and you dosed

every oyster shooter you could find.

I was trying to protect my family.

Mr. Kayle.

Lieutenant,

I looked at all Wolfe's lifts
from the hotel room.

And...?

Nothing but smudges and partials.

What about the soap?

I can see some ridge detail.

Going to take some time to process it.

Take the time.

Horatio?

Yeah, I found the pirate cab.

Inside there were several padlocks
from Customs and Border Protection.

Okay, call CBP, and meet me at the port.

These are the last four containers
going to the Caribbean.

This is our new gamma ray imaging.

How many suitcases are you looking for?

Four. Full of counterfeit fifties.

Around $10 million.

Got about a hundred cases of bottles.

There... four suitcases.

Manifest says Jeunet champagne.

Okay, let's open it up.

That lock shouldn't even be on yet.

Mr. Wolfe, have a look around, please.

My paperwork doesn't
show that Customs and

Border Protection has
inspected this container.

Cabbie's van looked abandoned.

Bet he was planning
to meet the cash in Jamaica.

Mr. Barker.

Gentlemen,

Mr. Barker wants to go for a swim.

You're under arrest.

For what?

Counterfeiting, explosives,
attempted murder.

And that's just for starters.

First we got your partner, Juan.

Now we've got you and all
of the counterfeit money.

Joseph got a print from the hotel soap,

and it doesn't match the pirate cabbie.

But guess who it does match?

You lied to me, Juan.

What are you talking about?

Your friend, the cabbie, said you
called him from the hotel room.

And he said you needed a ride, fast.

I told you before.

I just dropped the bags off.

I never went inside.

Soap from the shower

says otherwise.

Juan, that's your print.

That means you were there.

You killed the bellman.

All right.

All right.

Can I help myself here?

Fair enough. I need your contact inside.

I need her name,
and I don't want Fulana Perez.

Let's go.

Shakespeare.

- Can I interview him now?
- No need.

Voila.

Paz Gaspara?

Yeah, she's from outside Trenton.

She works for a company
that dispatches money trucks.

She and Juan met at Krome.

Were going to counterfeit their
way into the American dream.

I guess they picked the
wrong city, didn't they?

And the wrong partners.

What are you doing?

He's a federal prisoner now.

We're taking custody.

He printed over ten million
in counterfeit fifties.

And obstructed the investigation.

Yes, in an attempt to help his family.

Do I need to remind you,
I represent the federal government?

And do I need to remind you
that your lab in D.C.

is over a thousand miles from here.

If you want access to my lab...

Are you planning to bar us?

Put it this way:

I can make things very difficult for you.

- I won't forget this.
- I'm counting on it.

Cut him loose.

You keep in touch.

How's your daughter?

She's good,

thanks to you.

So, what's going to happen to me?

Well, this officer is going
to give you a ride home.

But they said I was under arrest.

That's not going to happen now.

But...

So go home to your family,

okay?

Lieutenant, um...

Go ahead.

Thank you.

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