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( dance music throbbing )

( music fades )

( seagulls screeching )

( waves crashing to shore )

( groaning, gasping )

( over phone ):
911. What's your emergency?

Please help me.

Guy in a mask
came in shooting.

Three down, two dead.

Bar closed at 4:00.

Cleaners were
finished by 5:00.

These two
were the owners.

CAINE:
Miami trust fund babies.

What about robbery?

Cash drawers were cleaned out.

No witnesses yet.

All right.

No gun, no blood trail,

shooter entered cleanly...

and exited cleanly,
apparently.

Who called this in?

Third victim.
Ricky Murdoch.

How's he doing?

He was hit
on his shoulder

and chest;
paramedics just took him.

So we've got a survivor.

( indistinct radio
communication )

Ricky? Ricky, my name's
Horatio Caine.

How you feeling?

Like I just got shot.

Now, listen, anything
you can tell me

about the man who did this
might help me catch him.

What do you remember?

He just came in
and started shooting.

We didn't have time
to react or anything.

So you didn't see his face.

No, he was wearing a mask.

Did he say anything?

Just started shooting.

Right. Okay.

It's so weird.

What's weird?

I remember him shooting me once.

But I was hit twice.

Well, you know
what happens sometimes,

trauma can affect our perception
of the situation,

and the bad guys
come to count on that.

That means
he's going to get away?

What it means, Ricky,

is that he doesn't understand
how evidence works.

But you know what?

He will.

* Yeah!

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* No, no!

Justin Sayers and Brad Dawson.

Co-owners.

Hmm. Not anymore.

SPEEDLE:
Tropos: club where
people come

when the door guy
turns you down everywhere else.

So this is your hangout, Speed.

( chuckling )

You know,
did you ever think about

taking up standup comedy
or something like that?

Because you're really
very funny.

Glad you noticed.
I appreciate it.

Thanks.

H mentioned
the cocaine here.

Let's see,
the, uh, cleaning crew

was done by 5:00.

Our victims were probably doing
blow right before they got shot.

Did you find any casings?

No. I'm thinking that
the suspect must've
used a revolver.

Or he picked up after himself.

Forethought
or afterthought.

Either way,
the guy's not stupid.

We're dealing
with an organized criminal.

Means he probably didn't
dump the gun nearby.

But I'll check
the Dumpsters,

just in case.

Cleaning crew
didn't do a very good job.

Still a lot of prints
to process.

Or maybe just one.

Licorice.

Ouzo. Greek liqueur.

Maybe our shooter
had a quick shot

to steady his nerves
before he left.

We've got some smudges.

Maybe a partial.

It's a tough ask.

That's got to be bad for you.

DUQUESNE:
That's gross.

Bugs.

They're attracted
to the sweetness,

They go in
right through the pourer.

There are no bugs
in the glass,

so it must've been poured
from a different bottle.

The best ouzo
comes from

this Greek island, Lesbos.

DUQUESNE:
A connoisseur.

Well, this girl, Astrid,
took me to a Greek wedding.

Fresh bottle.

And fresh print.
Right there.

That could be cocaine.

Can't dust it.

Better bring that to the lab.

According to the vic,

this cowboy came through
the front door, guns blazing.

I wonder if he
tied up his horse.

Got a void
the length of a car.

Street sweeper came by.

Left a scum residue
everywhere but here.

Let's, uh...

let's check the time the
street sweeper came by.

Maybe our guy's car
was parked here.

A little scum could break
the whole case.

( camera shutter clicks )

( elevator bell dings )

Hi.
Hi back.

Hey...

I found this in my car.

Oh. Thanks.

Think it fell of
when we were...

Yeah.

I, uh...

I thought that you, uh,
broke the moon roof.

A friend of mine
owns a convertible.

If you're not doing
anything Friday
night, I was hoping...

Dad!

Hi. How are you?
Hey!

Fine, thanks. And you?

What are you doing here?
How are you?

Uh... this is a colleague
of mine,

a friend of mine, John Hagen.
This is my dad.

HAGEN:
A pleasure to meet you, sir.
How do you do?

HAGEN:
If you'll forgive me,
I have to run.

( chuckling ):
So long.

Nice fella.

Okay, what's happened now?

Why do you always
make it sound so bad?

Did Mom take you back?

No, but she might, 'cause I
got myself in the rotation

with the public defenders
at the Miami-Dade County Court.

That's great.
How'd you manage that?

Old pal of mine,
works in the state's office,

said he'd put me in the rotation

if I stayed sober.
Last Sunday,

been 60 days.

Congratulations, Daddy.

Thank you.

I wish I could stay
and hang out with you,

but I'm working on a double.

Will you call me when
they assign you a case?

Well, they already have.

I wanted you to be
the first to know.

Do you feel confident?

Well, it's an easy one,
truth be told.

You know,
my client's already confessed.

She stabbed her boyfriend
with a screwdriver.

Well, what does
the evidence say?

There wasn't any evidence.
There's always evidence.

I guess
the police department probably

stopped processing it
when she confessed

and figured they would
undermine the case.

You mean after
she confesses,

they don't want to hear
about it anymore?

I thought they only did that
in the old days.

I guess using legal advantage
never goes out of style.

You can call the prosecutor,
and get ahold of the evidence.

Yeah, I know, I know.

They might have a fight
on their hands.

I think they do.

I'm on my cell
if you need me.
Thanks!

WOODS:
Brad Dawson.

It took a bit of digging
to find the entry wound.

But then he finally
gave it up.

The bullet entered
through the oral cavity,

punctured the throat

before coming to rest
in the middle cerebella.

No powder burns
around the lips

or in the oral cavity.

His mouth was open.

He must've
been talking.

Or screaming.

No!

Alexx,

what about Justin over here?

Let's take a look at him.

Found traces of cocaine
in Justin's nasal passage.

More in his system.

Bullet entered the left cheek
on an upward trajectory,

lodged into
the frontal lobe.

He died of
exanguination.

Take a look
at these, Alexx.

His knuckles
are bruised and scraped.

That's not all.

Found skin under
his fingernails.

Sent a sample to DNA.

How much skin?

A lot.
Accordion style.

Kid put up a fight.

Mm. That's not
the version I heard.

RICKY:
Thank you, Monica.

Thank you.

Your doctor said
you were very lucky.

Yeah, yeah, the bullet just...
barely missed my heart.

CAINE:
That is lucky.
It's my understanding

that Brad, Justin
and you were friends.

We met at the club, yeah.
They let me shadow them.

I just wanted to see
how the business worked.

Long hours, hard work

and all the cocaine
you can snort, right?

( scoffs )

They were into it.

I wasn't really.

Here's the thing, Ricky.

We found a great deal of skin
under Justin's fingernails

and the only way
that could get there

would be as a result
of a struggle.

Now, your version
of the story

is that the shooter
entered, fired

and left immediately,
so I'm confused.

What...?

I need you to let
me see your arms.

MAN:
Ricky!

I came as soon as I heard.

Is everything all right?
Yeah.

I'm Aaron Schecter.
I represent the Murdoch family.

Murdoch Sugar.

SCHECTER:
That's right.

"The sweet life."

Biggest conglomerate
in North or South America.

Who'm I dealing with?

Uh, we're with the city.

Okay, that's great.

Listen,
it's very important

that the Murdoch family name

is protected at all times.

The media, unfortunately,
tends to seize

on things like this.
Is there anything

I can tell them about
the investigation?

You can tell them that
young Ricky here is lying

about his participation
in a murder.

I'm sure he misspoke
due to trauma.

Ricky, this is your chance
to clear this up.

Ricky's said all he's going
to say today.

Are you sure you want this man

speaking for you?

That's the way it is
in my family.

Okay.

To be continued.

You I.D. the powder
that left this print?

DELKO:
Yeah. Cocaine
hydrochloride.

Delko, don't take
this personally, man,

but you stink.

Look, man, I've been crawling
around in Dumpsters

all day looking
for a gun, all right?

Well, I hope you at least
found the thing.

No, I didn't,
as a matter of fact.

Joseph, why don't you give me
the print on the bottle

and stop talking
about where I've been
and how I smell?

Photometric stereo imaging.

Captures the 3-D
visible print

off a surface not
suitable for lifting.

See, with each
angle of light,

the texture
of the bottle's surface changes,

illuminating a different section

of the fingerprint.

Then we download them,

run them through
the software

and we get...

DELKO:
A three-dimensional image
of a fingerprint.

Then all I have to do
is suppress the image texture,

run it through
a linear filter...

( beep )
Like magic.

3-D to 2-D.

Workable print.
That's great.

Run that through AFIS
for me, will you?

Done.

( beep )

( beep )

CAINE:
Mr. Angelo Sedaris.

Club owner.

All applicants
for a liquor license

have to get fingerprinted.

His club's called "Silenus."

CAINE:
Yeah.

And he's located

less than a block
from the crime scene.

Silenus-- a guy
in Greek mythology
who liked to party.

So Angelo has a sense of humor.

Mm-hmm. I wonder
if he's heard the one

about the guy
who walks into the bar

and starts shooting people.

I stopped by on the way home.

Club owners, we do that.

The only other people that's
going to be up is one of us.

What time?
5:30.

Gone by 6:00.

Play all night,
sleep all day.

Justin tried to serve me
a shot of cheap ouzo.

Loser.
Justin's a loser

because you are a top-shelf guy
who likes expensive ouzo

and has a very expensive

cocaine habit.

( groans )

I don't do blow.

Herb's more my style.

YELINA:
You had cocaine
all over your
fingers, Angelo.

That's how the lab was able
to get your print.

How did you injure

your hand, Angelo?

It could have been anywhere,
I don't know.

But it wasn't--
it was at the club,
while you and Justin

were fighting over that cocaine.

Just before you shot him.

I didn't shoot anyone.

Okay.

Justin and Brad
stopped by the club earlier.

I let them punks in my VIP,
and what do they do?

( techno music playing )

So I went back to get it.

Have a drink, Angelo.

Man...

You take my coke,
I take your good ouzo.

I wasn't about to leave
my coke.

Hey, yo, gimme that.

Hey!

I didn't shoot them.

I just took the rest of my stuff
and went home.

Angelo just comped
to cocaine possession.

Woops. I'm going to need

to examine your car.

For what?

For scum.

DUQUESNE:
Angelo's got nice
taste in cars.

Hard to go wrong
when you spend 80 grand.

So, I checked
with city maintenance.

The sweeper that
works that street

does it around 7:45,

give or take
a couple of minutes.

Rescue got the call
at 7:55.

And Angelo said
he was gone by 6:00.

If we put his car on the scene,
we've caught him in a lie.

Hey, let me ask you a question.

Why would you add
a cheap compact disk player

on to a top-of-the-line
German audio system?
Well, you wouldn't.

That's cute.

.22 revolver--
just like the
rounds we found

in our victims.

So, you'll process
Angelo's gun,

I'll brief Horatio?

Calleigh!
I'll be in Firearms.

Hi, Dad.

Got discovery.

Looked at the trace results,

and there was motor oil
in the boyfriend's stab wounds.

I don't know any
of the particulars
of the case, Dad.

I don't think my girl did it.

Really?
Yeah, I believe
that the evidence

is beginning to contradict
her confession.

Okay. Case history.
Start with the oil.

Okay.

Gloria Haberfield,
19 years old,

sitting, uh...

with her paramour, Duane
Edmunds, in his car.

They get into an argument.

( both arguing )

Duane, you don't listen to me.

( both shouting )

And here, the police allege

that Gloria reached
into the glove box,

took out a screwdriver...
and stabbed Duane.

Stabbed him and stabbed him
and stabbed him

like a friend of Julius Caesar.

It says here that the police

have an eyewitness
that saw everything.

( Duane and Gloria shouting )

( dialing phone )

She thought she did.

Late night,
looking through glass.

And I been asking around.

This kid, Duane,
his car has got

a faulty carburetor,
so he keeps a screwdriver

on hand in the car
to adjust, you know,

for cold starts.

Okay, explain it to me
in context, Dad.

Well, if it was me,
why would I keep

that screw driver way
over there in that
glove compartment,

when he could keep
it right by his side,
right there

in the door side pocket,
nice and handy?

So in order for the girl
to attack him,

she would've had to have reached
across his body and grab it.

Exactly, but that doesn't make
any sense, now, does it? No.

But what does
make sense is,

he gets mad,
he reaches down,

he grabs for that
trusty old screwdriver...

( Gloria shouting )

and he attacks her.

( yells )

She grabs it from him
and starts fighting back.

Now, you got a case for
self-defense right there.

I just think you're going
to have to have more

than motor oil in a stab wound
to prove it.

That's why I want them to
take a look at this car.

Blood analysis,
weapon strikes,

and tool marks
on the interior.

Tool marks are my specialty.

Well, as much as I like
our pleasant conversation...

Dad, it's already been assigned
to another criminalist.

He's a good CSI--
his name's Eric.

Good as he may be,
he is no rival for
my little lamb chop.

All right, I promise you
that I will check in on things

and I will observe,

but I have to work
on my own case

or Horatio's going
to have my hide.

Good. Go get 'em.

Hey, John.

What'd you tell your father?

Excuse me?
Prosecutor just called me

in the Haberfield case.

Your father persuaded
his client

to change her plea
about stabbing her boyfriend.

That's your case?

Like you didn't know that.
No, I didn't

know that-- I've been trying to
stay at arm's length about it.

What'd you tell him, Calleigh?

I told him that he should take
a look at the evidence,

which is what I would have told
any attorney.

Great. Well, now my suspect
changed her story.

Well, you know what, John?
That's her right.

Just like it's the state's right

to take it to trial.

This is B.S. Total B.S.

Hey, are you more upset
about the constitution

or about your arrest jacket?

I care about a confession
she freely gave me

that now she's saying
I coerced.

Well, John,
if the evidence is good,

then the confession will stick.

Whose side are you on?

I didn't realize
that evidence took sides.

( clears throat softly )

CAINE:
Is this urgent,

Detective?

It can wait.

You okay?

You know it.

Okay. Angelo's gun.

I've gotten
a little sidetracked.

All right. What have you got?

Uh, basically, the bullet
striations don't match,

so this wasn't the gun

that was used to shoot
the two victims,

and the club owner, Angelo,
was telling us the truth.

Okay, so our only confirmed
liar, then, is Ricky Murdoch.

Yeah.
All right.

WOODS:
What are you looking
for exactly?

Something's not right, Alexx.

Such as?

Let's talk about timeline.

Is it possible Justin died
earlier than was in your report?

I examined both the bodies
in the bar

just after 9:00 a.m.--
blood had just begun
to settle.

HORATIO:
Was there any indication
of rigor?

Slight stiffening in the
eye muscles, that's all.

Right, so what is the earliest
he could have died?

Mm, 6:30.

6:30. What about latest?

7:15, 7:30 at the outside.

7:30 at the outside.

So Rescue got a call-out
at 7:58.

Sounds like Ricky has a problem
with his timeline.

Right. He's missing an hour.

I wonder if his lawyer
knows that.

...weapon was found
15 minutes ago

in a Dumpster behind a club
by a private security firm

hired by the Murdoch family.

Miami-Dade police have confirmed
that the owner

of the club, an Angelo Sedaris,
is being questioned

in the shooting.

Didn't your guys
already look

at that club owner's gun
and rule it out?

Yes, we did,

but the public doesn't
know that, do they?

...to solve
these brutal attacks.

To help, the Murdoch family
is posting a reward

of a half a million dollars
to any information

that leads to an arrest.

Thank you.

Thank you, Aaron.

Gentlemen.

H, we searched the
trash in a three-block
radius for that gun.

And?
It's got to
be a stunt.

It's not the
murder weapon.

No, it is
the murder weapon.

It was cleaned and dropped
where we could find it.

By who?
By Ricky's attorney.

Why would Ricky's attorney
hand us the murder weapon?
Because Ricky's got

a smart attorney, and he knows
we're looking at his client.

He'll try to get ahead of us.

So now let's get ahead of him.

( elevator bell dings )

Mr. Schecter.

The security staff
that found the gun

gave it to me
immediately afterwards.

It has not left
my possession.

The chain of evidence
is preserved.

Mm. How helpful.

You know, Aaron,

some might call this
hiding in plain sight.

I hope you're not
suggesting that

Ricky had prior knowledge
of that gun's whereabouts

or any part
in this tragedy?
Well, I guess

that depends,
doesn't it?

It depends on
where Ricky was

between the time
of the murder

and the 911 call.

Struggling to stay
conscious.

He's an innocent victim
of a random shooting.

By a masked man

who killed two of his friends
and then spared him.

I remember.

What are you implying?
I'm not implying
anything, Aaron.

What I want is to see
the bullet hits on his body.

Oh, that's going
to take a warrant.

Not necessarily.

What are you
getting at, Lieutenant?

What are you doing?

Aaron, you will be first
to know.

Speed...

I want to find
the shirt that Ricky
wore when he got shot.

The paramedics
cut it off him.

You want to test it
for lead?

Yeah, here's what
I want to do.

I want to reconstruct
the shooting.

Start close and work
back for distance,
all right?

Arm's length first.

Good.
You got it.

Viscous substance.

Doesn't look
like motor oil.

Won't know until I test it.

You know she stabbed him
eight times?

Yeah, you've told me that
eight times,

and it still doesn't change
what I have to do here.

You find something?

I'm not sure yet.

That could
be anything.

I wouldn't bother.

It's no bother.

That looks like it
could've been done
with a screwdriver.

I thought you were going
to be hands off.

Do you see any hands?

But you're going to
check it, right?

Yes. As a matter of fact,

I'm just finishing up
right now.

You're worse than Hagen.

Did Hagen ask you
to check that?

No, actually,
he asked me not to bother.

That's interesting.

Mm-hmm.

The indent matches the business
end of the screwdriver.

And there isn't
a drop of blood on it.

Mm. So it could have
been the boyfriend's

first act of aggression.

( both screaming )

Which could mean
that everything

she did after that
was self-defense.

Dad, you walk as quiet
as a mouse.

Young man, you gonna put that

in your report,
right?

Okay, then-- got
a case to prepare.

Well, it's just a start,

Dad.

I know, I know there's
other stuff to analyze,

but that colleague of yours,
Detective Hagen?

I'm gonna put him
in the box.

Get his feet to
the fire, mm-hmm.

Okay, then. Bye, sweetie.

I appreciate it,

young man.
Just doing my job, sir.

Your old man
doesn't know

about you and Hagen,
does he?

I didn't know that you did.

Oh, right. Big secret.

Does everybody know?

Calleigh, we're CSIs.

I mean, if we can't figure
something going on

between two people, then...

Did he really ask you not
to look at the seat belt?

Hey, John.

Hey.

I just wanted to ask you
something face-to-face.

Did you try
and overlook evidence
with regard to the seat belt?

I didn't think
it was important.

A tool mark
on the accused girl's seat belt

in this case
and it's not important?

If it doesn't establish
a specific window of time...

A case is the totality
of evidence,

and you know that.

Come on.
That's CSI talk.

I'm a cop.

I got an eyewitness
and a signed confession

and an old man

blowing my
whole case apart

to pull himself up
out of the bottle.

I didn't mean that.

I think you did.

And you know what?

As we speak, that "old man"

may be trying to save
the life of an innocent woman.

You know what?

I don't think Friday night's
going to work.

Yeah.
I couldn't agree more.

Ricky's shirt?

You were right--
paramedics had it.

No warrant necessary.

Okay...
what about comparable distance?

Three feet.

Left the same amount of residue
around the entry tear

that Ricky's had.

So, based on the
powder burns alone,

it's would have been
physically impossible

for Ricky
to shoot himself.

Somebody else
fired the gun.

What about the partial print
on the ouzo glass?

There's no match
on AFIS.

Okay.

All right, here's what
I want to do:

Let's contact
the East Coast Bar Association.

Check with them, all right?

Well, gentlemen,
it looks like

our lawyer is going to need
a lawyer.

Ricky's resting.

He couldn't make it.

That's fine. I didn't
want to speak to Ricky anyway.

You know, Aaron,
what I was thinking was

how long it would take
a guy wearing a $5,000 suit

to get it dirty?

Is there something
you wanted to ask me?

The Club Tropos, Aaron,

have you ever
been there?

Yesterday morning.

First time.

Mm.

You neglected to mention that.

I was doing business

with Ricky.

Meeting Ricky
on business.

And when you got there,

Justin and Brad
were dead already, right?

Which means your client

was facing
a double murder charge

and you had to think
of something fast.

What am I going to do?

Listen to me:
There was a robbery.

A man came in, he
was wearing a mask.

He killed both
your friends,
you were injured.

You were injured.

Here. Take it.

No, no, I can't...

It'll be so fast,

you won't even feel it.

Take it.
!
I can't!

Ricky...

What am I going to do?

Just think of something, Aaron!

Tell me,

what am I
going to do?!

It just went...
it went wrong!

Pick a shoulder, Ricky.
What?!

Pick a shoulder,
left or right.

You gotta have
a favorite.

No... No...

I met with my client.

I had a glass of ouzo

and then I left and
went back to my office.

What time was that?

7:00. No later.

You're lying.

Say I am.

Say I shot my own
client for looks.

Why would I shoot
the kid twice?

Near his heart, no less.

Why?

Aaron, I'm going to let
the gun tell me that.

What are you
talking about?

See you in court.

I'm so tired of you.
I'll do what I want to!

Why are doing this to me?!
I will do it!

I am the man!

What'd I say?!

I told you...

( screaming with pain )

( Touch-Tone beeps )

Hi. This is CSI
Calleigh Duquesne.

I need to speak
to the prosecutor

in the Haberfield case, please.

Thank you.

I'll hold.

Didn't the state's attorney
explain this to you?

'Cause information like this

is supposed to come
out of his office.

Well, yes,
he did, but yeah,

I'd like to
hear it from you.

Well, she killed him, Dad.

In self-defense.

No.

Well, this blood pattern,
for this to have occurred,

his head would have had to
have been forward and down.

( stabbing )

DUQUESNE:
As if he were unconscious.

And the person has
to be alive to bleed,

and this spatter on the car
ceiling is very distinctive.

This is an arterial blood spray.

This is... well, it's the
stab wound that killed him

and... she would have had
to have lifted his head

back off his chest.

That's all here
in the evidence, I guess.

Basically... Duane attacked her,

and she defended herself, but...

she didn't have
to kill him.

( sighs )

He stopped being
a threat as soon as
he was unconscious.

Yeah.

Well, I shouldn't have rejected
that deal they were offering.

I just buried my client.

No.

( half-whispers ):
Hey,

Daddy, you're
doing a great job,

and you're a good man.

Don't ever start

thinking that
you're not.

Do you want to go
have some dinner?

No... don't start
worrying about me now.

I-I'm not going to
do something stupid,

drown my sorrows, you know.

I love your mama
too much for that.

I just need a little bit
of alone time.

Contemplate things.

See you.

How concerned she
might be about you.

I'm fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

These are the bullets
they dug out of Ricky.

Right. Looks like one
of them's been shaved off.

Sometimes the cylinders

aren't correctly aligned
with the barrel.

There's something else.

He was shot twice, wasn't he?

You're not thinking about a
sympathetic discharge, are you?

'Cause I've only ever
read about that.

You read about it
because it happens.

You squeeze the trigger
once, the gun fires twice,

yet only a single round is
emitted from the barrel cleanly.

The second one gets
compressed by the recoil,

comes out an adjacent chamber,

producing a second
accidental discharge.

Right.

Only happens
with poorly made guns.

So, Aaron lines up
on Ricky's shoulder...

Pick a shoulder.
You got to have
a favorite.

Left or right?
Pick a shoulder.

You don't have to do this.

Just one shot.
One shot.

The gun misfires

and it's the
sympathetic
projectile

that hits him
in the chest.

( gunshots )
Yaah!

You're till gonna have to put
the gun in the lawyer's hand.

Yes, I am.

Schecter cleaned it.

Let's check it again.

Are you sure this
is legal, sir?

Taking samples from
Mr. Schecter's car?

Is this
a public parking lot?

Yes.

Then it's legal.

YELINA:
Horatio?

Yes, ma'am.

So, Ricky's company?

Ricky's company
bought a building

right across the street
from Tropos.

He was planning on
opening a club.

Not without
a liquor license.

He applied
to the state.

But our victims' bar
was so close,

they wouldn't issue one.

"Denied." You see, this is
where a family attorney

earns his money.

I found a fiber lodged
in the trigger of the gun.

Is it probative?

It's a fine wool.

It's 14.5 microns.

That's thinner than human hair.

It was also weld with silk.

Fine wool and silk,

traditionally used to make
very expensive Italian suits.

Nice going, Calleigh. Speed?

I got a match on the car.

Same detergents,
same disinfectants, same scum.

Lawyer's car was parked outside
the bar when it was swept.

Thanks a lot.

I hope you have good cause
for bringing us here.

How would murder be?

It'd be great if you
had the evidence.

Ricky has a company.

Ricky has lots
of companies.

That's actually
quite true.

Ricky has many
companies,

but the company

that she's referring to

was planning to open a club

directly across the street
from Tropos.

Ricky's money was going to
provide the liquor license,

and Justin and Brad had been
tapped to run the club.

Wasn't that the deal?

There was no deal, Lieutenant.

You lied, Aaron.
There was no deal,

because Justin and Brad
backed out,

and you got angry,
didn't you, Ricky?

Anything!

What the hell's
the matter with you?

No.

No!
( gunshot )

Whoa.

Ricky!

( gunshot )

So,

what did you walk into, Aaron?

You walked in on your client
shooting two of his friends.

You had a choice to make.

Your choice was, you could
be a witness and help us

and lose the family account,

or you could do what you did,

create a little
damage control

in which your gun misfired.

You don't have any proof.

Not true.

You're wearing another beautiful
handmade Italian suit, Aaron.

I'm sure you've got
a closet full of them.

And we located a fiber

that was lodged
between the trigger

and the trigger guard, Aaron.

And the only way
that is possible

is if the suit is in
close proximity to a weapon

as it's being fired.

It's called "friction transfer."

CAINE:
You used your sleeve so you
wouldn't leave prints...

( two gunshots )

Ow!

...and that little fiber

places the murder weapon
in your hand.

SALAS:
In addition, the sample
we took from your car

puts you in the bar

45 minutes after you said
you'd left the bar.

How am I doing so far?

Ricky, I can no longer
represent you.

You're going to have to find
yourself a new lawyer.

No, no, no, you're my lawyer.

First, there's
the investigation,

then there's the trial.

You think I'm a smart lawyer,

you haven't met my
old law professor yet.

But you know what?
You're about to.

I look forward to it.

I'll be ready.

Cuff 'em.

Calleigh.

Hey. I'm not really up
for any conversation right now.

Listen, I found your dad
in a bar on 14th Street.

I'm sorry.
I'll get him in my car.

You didn't need to do this.

Yes, I did.

Hi, lamb chop.

Hi, Dad.

A little too much
contemplation?

More than my
fair share.

Let's take you home.

( grunting )

( chuckling )

I'm fine now.

In here?

Yep.

There you go.

I'm okay.

CAINE:
Hang on a second.

Son, you really should consider
speaking to the prosecutor.

He might be able
to cut you a deal.

I've got nothing to deal.

You're not gonna get him.

My family's gonna pay
for the best legal defense

you've ever
come up against.

And when
this is over,

I'm still gonna open my club.

Aaron's still gonna
be my lawyer.

You know why?

Because the best defense...
is money.

Ricky, the best defense
is an honest life.

Take him.

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