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( techno music plays )

* I know y'all know

* I know y'all know...

( siren blares )

Hey, buddy,
come here.

Rookie was trying to move
the homeless guy along

when he figured out
why he was screaming.

Looks like a decade of skag

and skin popping.

Yes, but it's not
an O.D.

There's no foam
around his mouth and nose.

You see that?
Mmm.

Take a look
at that syringe.

There's no
blood in it.

That's right,
and that's 'cause

it's not a junkie syringe.

Junkie syringe is one cc, tops.

That's ten; it's huge.

Maybe the guy
is a glutton.

Maybe.

Junkie or not...

somebody killed this man.

* Yeah!

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* We don't get fooled again

* Don't get fooled again

* No, no!

( shutter clicking )

We got a Carl Aspen.

A long record.

A few possession
charges, mostly assault

and battery.

Looks like he got the battery
this time.

Lacerations on the face
and lip.

I saw a couple of torn nails

so I bagged
his hands.

May be able to get
some scrapings.

Horatio.

And what
do we have there?

It's damp.

Maybe from the substance
inside the syringe.

How much is there?

$203.

Well, that rules out money
as a motive.

Alexx, do you have
a time of death?

No corneal
cloudiness

so, approximately an
hour to two hours ago.

That makes it
between 4:00 A.M. and 6:00 A.M.

So, Carl here

was looking to score,
needed money,

but jumped the wrong person,
didn't he?

Eric.

What's up, H?

That's a pencil, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

( shutter clicks )

Looks like
it's been chewed up.

It's got teeth marks.

Okay, let's
process it

for saliva and epithelials.

You got it.

Screen this
for opiates.

Hey.

Hey.

I think I found
the cause of death.

Before you

open him?

Cervical fracture.

Looks like somebody
snapped his neck.

( choking and grunting )

Have you tested
under his nails for skin?

Just about to.

Wait a minute.

His hand wasn't like
this on the scene.

You think
that's parasite activity?

Not like I've ever seen.

That's got to be a chemical
burn, though, right?

But that would have
presented immediately.

Alexx?

There's only one thing I know

that burns
like that.

Radiation.

We can't stay here.
Got to notify

the team;
they may have been exposed, too.

( alarm blaring )

WOMAN:
We have an emergency situation.

Please find the closest exit,
and evacuate as quickly

and as safely as possible.

I don't think this
is a fire drill.

( alarm continues blaring )

( phone ringing )

Yeah, I was just leaving.

Checking up on me?

SPEEDLE:
Turn around.

Why are you standing there?

What's wrong?

Listen, Horatio and Alexx

found radioactivity
on the victim.

How bad?

Nobody knows yet.

RMs are going
to be here any second.

They're setting up
a Hot Zone outside.

So, hurry up,
all right?

WOODS:
It's eating
through his flesh.

Odorless, tasteless
and invisible.

Too many neutrons
destabilize the atom.

All those atoms ripping
apart, releasing energy.

Makes you wonder
what it's done to us.

Just hope it hasn't
rearranged our DNA.

Here's Radiation Management.

Waiting for us?

You better believe it.

( Geiger counter clicking )

Definitely have
an air contaminant in here.

We think the hand
is the source.

( louder and faster clicking)

Ooh, hot hand.

Medium-level
radiation.

( clicking intensifies )

Let's make this sucker safe.

WOODS:
What's in that coffee maker?

DE SOTO:
Cerrobend.

A soft-melting alloy.

Neutralizes the
radioactive particles.

Kind of like
freezing it.

We should get you two
to Scrubdown.

Roger that.

Okay, let's get the CDC
to quarantine the crime scene

till we know
what we've got. Right.

You're both negative
for radioactivity.

So, that means
we just need to contain

the contaminated evidence,
right?

And clean the dirty air.

This will tell us
if it's nuclear,

medical,
or right out of the ground.

Let me ask you a question.

Could you
administer

radioactive material by syringe?

Radiation therapy
for cancer patients.

Attacks tumors.

Junkie mistook
radioactive isotopes

for pharmaceutical narcotics.

Possible. It's not
like it glows, or anything.

Syringes aren't marked.

A junkie could mistake it
for anything.

What's this?

Some grade-A smack?

I just won the Lotto.

All right.

Let's go.

( siren blaring )

Delko has definitely
been exposed.

But to what?

There are hundreds
of types

of radioactivity.

Well, it basically
breaks down like this.

Say you have a pencil.

You put that on your skin,
that'll wash right off

'cause it's an alpha particle.

It's low-level
radiation.

You have a pen,
that's a beta particle.

Has more energy.

That will sink into something.

And then you got gamma,
which is totally toxic.

Goes right through you.

Burns you from the inside out.

So, we don't know if it
went on Delko, in Delko

or through Delko.

SPEEDLE:
Alpha, beta or gamma.

Delko could have inhaled that
radioactivity off that money

and not even had
a clue.

So, maybe
our vic jumped somebody

who was delivering

radiopharmaceuticals.

DE SOTO:
Any trained delivery guy
would have handed it over

and notified the Nuclear
Regulatory Commission.

That would make sense,

but I haven't heard
anything from the NRC

about anything yet.

So, you're looking for a thief

who steals radioactive isotopes.

Mm-hmm. In syringe form.

The guy is a thief.

He's going to take
as many as he can.

Radioactive materials.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

You thinking terrorism?

I think the doses
are too low.

Come on, let me show you
the money.

( high-pitched beeps )

You ready?
Yup.

DE SOTO:
Iodine 131
at the end of its half-life.

Low-level radiation.

Okay, you guys
should be okay.

Good.

I want to check
the pencil first

and then I'll get it
back to you, all right?

Okay.

What's up?

The guy said my exposure

was equal
to what a pilot gets

on a flight to Paris.

Next time, take
the trip to Paris.

It'll be easier
on all of us.

Tell me about it.

I heard radioactivity
can cause temporary infertility.

So, you and
your girlfriend

are temporarily in luck.

Yeah, or permanently
screwed.

Hey, heard you were worried
about having children.

This should
keep you safe.

The bell rings
if you get near radiation.

That was nice.

"B. King."

Okay.

It's Belle King.

Practicing attorney.

Specializing
in environmental law.

All righty.

( buzzer )

( dog barks )

WOMAN:
Who is it?

It's the Miami Dade
Police Department.

( buzzing )

( dog barking )

Let me see
your badges.

Okay.

Sorry about that,
but, uh, you can never

be too careful.

So, what can I do
for you, officers?

Belle King?

Yes, that is me.

Ms. King, we
have a warrant

to search
your premises.

Well, whatever it is
you are looking for

my position is it's covered
by attorney-client privilege,

work product
included.

We're not here to talk
about your clients.

We're crime scene
investigators.

I'm placing a call
to the issuing judge.

Thank you.

( Delko's Geiger
counter beeping )

Whoa.

What the hell is...?

Is that me?

It can't be you.

Ten times the level
of the lab.

What'd the doctor say?

The doctor said that
we have a murder victim

who has less than
one week to live,

but she is
not contagious.

Let's find Eric and
tell him to process

the cash from
the crime scene.

It's safe to touch now.

Calleigh, let's go
to Belle's home.

Iodine 131 decays
into normal iodine.

That's what you're
looking for.

Iodine reacts to sulfur.

I'll put some in my kit.

Put some
in mine, too.
Okay.

Speed, let's go
to Belle's office

and see if any of her enemies
left her a warning.

You got it.

All right, man.

Hey.

No silver jumpsuit, hmm?

I guess that means

I'm... I'm all better.

Well, um...

you've actually ingested
some isotopes.

An isotope called Iodine 131.

The stuff they use
for cancer therapy?

Mm-hmm.

But I haven't ingested anything.

And even if I did ingest
a little bit

of Iodine 131,
it wouldn't kill you.

Actually, you've ingested
quite a bit of it.

Well, how much?

It's my understanding that at
these concentration levels...

How much?

Um...

roughly equivalent
to what four patients

undergoing
radiation treatment ingest

in, say, a six-month period.

( gasps )

( heart beating )

Somebody's making a mistake.

This... this can't be true.

I didn't eat

or drink Iodine 131.

We think you were poisoned.

Now, the doctor
is coming in to...

How long?

We think you have
about a week.

( gasps )

I'm sorry.

Not even enough time
for all my hair to fall out.

I'm sorry.

Is there somebody
I can call?

Uh...

Yes. My parents, my sister.

Okay.

I'll call them. Never mind.

Now, I'm going to need
to ask you some questions, too.

Like who would want
to kill me?
Mm-hmm.

That would be a good place
to start.

I'm going to need
a list of your clients

and any of the companies

that you filed suit against
recently,

and how about enemies.

Well, that's
a long list.

You meet with
any of them yesterday?

I met with Twin Creeks
power plant.

Just sued for
plume contamination.

They hate me.

Did they bring you
anything to drink?

No.

But, uh, I had coffee
at my next meeting

with a nuclear weapons
facility, Elkwood.

They bring you
the coffee?

No, actually I got it
from a vending machine,

and if you keep
interrupting me,

I'm never going
to get through my
list of enemies.
Go on.

Right before lunch,

I met with Risher
Pharmaceuticals.

They're guilty of unsafe
toxic disposal,

misplaced isotopes, and--
this is my favorite--

confusing isotopes

so patients are injected
with the wrong dosages.

No meals, no drinks.

Not even a glass of water?

I'd tell you.

Nothing.

How are you feeling?

Not very hungry.

Yeah, we got
threatening phone calls,

stupid letters--
mostly from other lawyers.

Belle kicks ass.

Yeah, I've seen these articles.

Does a lot
of pro bono work, huh?

She's helped
a lot of people.

Who would do this?

Who is that sick?

( drawer rattling )

Can you tell me
what's in this drawer?

Personal stuff.

Well, do you mind unlocking it?

Thank you.

Hmm...

Chickens?

Yes.

That's Mary Ann, Linda

and Jean.

You supply
the neighbors
with eggs?

People pay me
what they can.

CAINE:
We okay?

Air's clean.

If there's any Iodine
131 left in there,

it's lost all its potency.

Just let one
of your CSIs in.

( chuckles )

Thank you,
gentlemen.

Okay.
Thank you.

( chickens clucking )

Whoa.

Would you mind
putting these on?

Okay?

Calleigh.

I, uh, checked
all the dishes

in the sink
with sulfur.

There was no reaction.

There's no sign
of iodine so far.

Okay.

You collect hourglasses.

Yeah.

My dad got me this one
to remind me

not to work
on the weekends.

It lasts for five days.

You just received flowers.

From "A friend."

Sometimes people like
to say thanks anonymously.

I don't question
it if it's nice.

Helps to balance out
all the hate mail.

Speaking of, there's a...

a nice one from Newhouse,
Getty and Cooly.

Who's Sam Carver?

An angry father lashing out
at the world, not me.

Where are my glasses?

Good thing I didn't get
that laser surgery

to correct
my nearsightedness.

"If you ever try

"to contact us again,
I will kill you...

and that's a promise."

Yeah, he wrote that right after
his oldest son died.

It was horrible.

I still wanted
to fight for Hank.

He's seven now,

and he's doing fine.

We worked
everything out.

So you did contact him again.

And we worked everything out.

In fact, Janet even leaves me
fresh orange juice

every couple of days

to celebrate
the clean new water.

Did she do that yesterday?

Yeah.

Did you drink it?

Okay.

Calleigh, can you
come in here please.

It's positive
for iodine.

CAINE:
Recently, Belle won

a class action suit

for you against
the power plant

for $200,000.

So I guess I'm a little confused

as to why there's still

hard feelings.

But there aren't.

Okay.

"If you ever try to contact

"us again,
I will kill you,

and that's a promise."

She dragged her feet
on the case.

Holding out for more money.

She had a responsibility
to everyone in the lawsuit, Sam,

not just us.

While our oldest son died.

It's true.

We could
have used

an early settlement to move,

for Michael's
last days.

But we're in a better
neighborhood now,

and our other son Hank,
he's in a real good school.

One with wheelchair access.

Okay, the problem

Mrs. Carver, is that
your husband is still very angry

with Belle.

Aren't you, sir?

$200,000.

Does that seem like
enough money

for a child's life to you?

Of course not.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I see no holes
or striations.

But there is something
else we can try.

We take the empty
orange juice container

and...

turn to good old...

H2O.

There you go.

So someone has injected this
with a syringe, haven't they?

Sam Carver shoots a
needle through plastic.

Why not just pour isotopes
directly into the juice?

Because I don't think
it was Sam Carver.

I think someone else
injected it.

The Carvers are innocent.

The Carvers are innocent,

and we are looking for somebody

who knows their way
around a syringe.

Eric, you get
anything?

17 prints
so far.

No matches
on AFIS.

But I did
get this.

CAINE:
What is that?

Numbers I hope.

I don't know if they're
from a credit card

or a bank card.

Could have come straight out

of the killer's wallet.

Could lead us straight back

to him hopefully, huh?

Looks like 16 numbers.

Eric, your genius
knows no bounds.

There you have it.

Nice going.

I'll call the credit card
company,

see whose cash this is.

George Risher?
Mm-hmm.

CEO of Risher Pharmaceutical.

Yeah, I know
who he is.

I have a class action
suit against him

for contaminating
groundwater.

1,000 homeowners.

I'm asking
$128 million.

Hey.

Are you okay?

You know what,
come here.

You need to get
some rest now.

You need to spend
some time

with friends or family,

and let me handle
this, okay?

Did you know Horatio
was the first CSI?

He was... the what?

In Hamlet.

When Hamlet was
poisoned and dying,

he asked his
best friend Horatio

to tell the world

who murdered him.

Okay, I'll tell the world.

But first, I'm going
to go talk to Risher,

and I'll call you later.

Miami Dade Police.

We'd like to see
George Risher.

May I ask what
this is about?

Tell Mr. Risher
it's about Belle King.

You know, if that woman
come by here again,

I will have to call security.

Why would you do that?

She's, um... a nut case.

She's been driving

my boss crazy.

I'll go get Mr. Risher.

You do that.

Three blocks from
where Carl Aspen
was murdered.

Yeah, three blocks
from where Iodine 131
first showed up.

Mm-hmm.
And 20 feet...

20 feet from where
it's being distributed

as we speak.

This is a new lock.

How can you tell?

CAINE:
See in here?

This is freezer burn.

You would spray Freon in

to disrupt the lock internally.

Maybe Risher's in
so much hot water already

he didn't report it.

Maybe he staged
a break-in to cover up.

George Risher.

What's this about?

This is about your involvement
in a murder, Mr. Risher.

Is there somewhere
we can talk?

My office.

Thank you.

Lock here is busted, too.

Makes sense.

It's where they keep

all the radioactive
material.

Yeah, in the fridge
with their soft drinks.

Oh, God.

Can you imagine drinking

in our lab?

Well, it is a wonderful way
to ingest

all sorts
of chemicals

and biologicals.

Can you hand me the scale.

Yeah. Anything
recognizable?

An earring,
a Frito and this.

Looks like dirt
from a heavy tread shoe or boot.

So, let me get
this straight, Mr. Risher,

you did have a break-in

but you failed to report
it to the police?

Needed time to do an inventory.

Figure out what,
if anything was missing.

And something
was missing,
wasn't it?

Like four or five syringes
with Iodine 131.

How did you know that?

We found a $20 bill
on a dead mugger

with your credit card
impression on it.

This conversation is over.

No, it's not.

Not yet.

You...

stand to lose $128 million

if Ms. King wins her suit
against you, right?

I'll have security
show you out.

It would
be convenient

if she disappeared.

Ms. King is playing
David and Goliath.

She hasn't a single piece
of solid evidence against us.

As for this
dead person with

my money and my medicine,

thank you very much
for solving our break-in.

If I find out that you did this,

I'm going to make it my mission
to get you.

Progress?

Yeah.

The mystery goo

we found on the floor
of Risher's lab

is made up of nitrogen
phosphoric acid,

potassium and methyl sulfide.
So, in other words...

Chicken dung.

Okay, so Risher cuts
through Belle's backyard,

doses her OJ

and then tracks chicken remnants
back to his lab.

Delko...
It's not
that big a deal.

If you would have

thought about it,
you would have come up

with same conclusion.
It's your nose.

You think this could be
from the iodine exposure?

That's probably
stress-related.

Beta contamination
does not cause nosebleeds.

That's easy for you to say.

You didn't breathe in
radioactive money.

You spent a lot of time
in those canals

swimming through
radioactive crap.

So I wouldn't be
too concerned

about a little nosebleed.

Yeah, and the RM guys

gave you a clean
bill of health,

and you do get nosebleeds

in high-pressure
situations.

Speedle, did you want

to tell us
something?

I want to show you something.

Now, I got these pictures
from Belle's home office.

That's Risher's place.

And Risher's lab documents.

These are night vision.

Yeah, and my guess
it's probably after hours.

Yeah, Belle shouldn't
have these pictures.

She sure couldn't have
taken them without permission.

It means the chicken dung
in Risher's office

could have
come from Belle.

Right so if
she breaks in,

takes these pictures

and steals
radioactive iodine.

Okay, I understand
the documents,

but why take
the iodine?

Analyze it...

to prove Risher has
shabby security.

To kill herself.

I mean, maybe
she's a martyr

for her cause.
She wouldn't be the first.

Lady does like the press.

CAINE:
I don't agree.

SPEEDLE:
These pictures
could put Belle

inside Risher's lab.

And according to some chickens,

right in front
of the refrigerator

with missing iodine.
Mm-hmm.

H, all the evidence
points to the fact

that Belle took
these pictures.

I understand.

But something's not right.

We're missing something.

What are you doing?

I'm going to take these
into evidence.

Oh... come on, Horatio.

I can't win my cases

with illegally
obtained documentation.

Breaking into
that bastard's lab

would be against
the law.

And besides, I'm not that brave.

We found some film
in your office

with pictures
of the Risher lab on it.

And?

You want to tell me about it?

Do you have sources
on the street?

Mm-hmm.

Well, then, you know.

I can't give up this person.

They're helping me get
the bad guys.

Okay.

How are you feeling?

Never better.

But you might want to hurry.

I will.

SPEEDLE:
I look for reflections--

a hand or fingertip
captured holding the document.

Anything to tell us
who took these pictures

other than Belle.

How'd the shoe treads
turn out?

It didn't. No match.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Guess we were wrong.

Hang on a second.

Is that the door
to the lab?

Mm-hmm.

Go tight on that.

( beep )

That's a levered dead bolt.

There's no evidence
of Freon.

You got the picture?

So that's the old lock...

And that's a new lock,
isn't it?

So if she took the pictures

she didn't break in
to do it, did she?

Somebody let her in.

Somebody let her in.

Which means she's protecting
an insider.

You know, when I
found the film

it was in a heart-shaped
chocolate box.

Maybe that's how
they communicated.

You also found

a camera in her office, right?

So if the insider

was the one who sent her
the film...

Maybe the insider
took the pictures.

Where's the camera?

It's on its way
to the fingerprint lab.

Call them.

BELLE:
Here you go.

Here. Come on.

You misled me, Belle.

Didn't you?

You... have a source...

inside Risher.

And I want to know
who it is.

He has nothing
to do with this.

No?
Mm-mm.

He took the pictures,

he knows where they store
the iodine,

he's involved
and I want his name.

He'd never hurt me.

Belle, either you give me
his name,

or I'm going
to get it myself.

If you expose my source,

my evidence
will be inadmissible

and it'll ruin my case
against Risher.

I think he poisoned you.

I'm one victim.

Do you know how many other
people will be killed by Risher?

Right now, my concern is you.

There's not a single
fingerprint on this.

It's probably wiped down.

Lenses are such

a good place
for fingerprints.

CAINE:
Why is this blurry?

Wait a minute.

This has a diopter on it.

Diopters refer
to the curvature of the lens.

Increase the diopter,
the lens gets thicker,

the curvature greater,
redirecting the light,

making the image appear larger
and in focus.

Just like putting on
a pair of glasses

and this one... is set
for farsightedness.

So what?

Belle is nearsighted.

I need the Risher
employee list

complete with medical records.

I'll narrow it down
to farsighted
employees.

Okay, I'll call a judge
and get a warrant.

Eric, start taking swabs.

To match with what?

We didn't get any DNA
off the pencil.

Oh, I think I know
where else to look.

ALEXX:
The isotope has
become harmless.

Still, you do realize
this is a long shot.

I know.

I have no idea
if the lead

is compromising
the epithelials.

All I need is one.

Like I said

long shot.

Must have been
quite a fight.

( muffled screams )

Cause it looks like

I have a pretty nice hunk
in there.

So we have a killer.

Horatio?

Mm-hmm.

14 employees at Risher
are farsighted.

Only one with this DNA, though.

H. Got it.
I got the match.

I'm sorry this is
the employee...

This is Miami Dade
police.

Get out of the way.

Hey!

Hey!

That's private property.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything that you
say can and will

be used against you
in a court of law.

HORATIO:
We found your skin

underneath
the victim's fingernails.

These are called alleles

and there's a 100% match.

I worked in medicine.

I know about DNA.

Do you?

Mmm. It's an exciting field

isn't it?

Yeah.
But that's not

what we're here
to talk about, Parker.

We're here to talk about
the fact that

you got mugged the night
that you were planning

a murder of your own.

Don't hurt me!

I got money,
I got money.

I got money on me. Here.

That's nothing,
that's nothing.

What's this?

Some grade-A smack?

I gave him my money.

Money that you used

from the Risher coffee run,
right?

He wouldn't
back off.

Self-defense.

Oh, yeah,

self-defense.

You were trying to defend

the other four syringes
of Iodine 131.

Snapped his neck, left the cash,
then took your syringes

over to Belle's.

( muffled scream )

Now, Parker, I have
a question for you.

Do you have a crush
on Belle?

Because, see, once we do

a full handwriting analysis,

I'm certain we're going
to get a match

between your office stationary

and the anonymous
flower card.

She, uh... tricked me...

into doing things for her.

Thanks.

Things like breaking into Risher
to gather evidence.

That kind of thing?

She pretended to like me
to get what she wanted.

I told her how
I felt about her

and she just... she just
cares about sick people.

Just cared about sick people.

So you spiked
her orange juice

to get her attention.

I loved her.

Enough to love her to death?

I thought if she were dead...

I could forget about her.

Well, that is a plan.

But it didn't turn out
that way, did it?

You'll have
the next 50 years

in a six-by-six cell
to work on it.

Belle.

You were right.

About what?

Your pictures of Risher
confirmed that he's dirty.

So he was dumping waste.

Mm-hmm. That's right.

And my evidence was
obtained with a warrant.

So now I can prove it
in court. How about that?

Horatio?

Mm-hmm?

Tell the world.

I will.

Horatio?

Mm-hmm?

Thank you.

Thank you.

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