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( music playing )

( door opens, gasps )

Help me.
Help me.

( yelling )

WOMAN:
Somebody
call 911!

No, no, no!

( grunts )

WOODS:
Brutal murder.

Broad daylight
in the middle of the Grove.

Thought I'd seen it all.
Paramedics sure left a mess.

Yes, they did.

So, we have

a frozen crime scene.

What about
a preliminary?
Multiple stab wounds.

Paramedics said they worked
on him for 20 minutes.

He was a fighter.

Yes, he was a fighter, and he
was a runner, too, wasn't he?

The blood runs all the way
back to the house,

which means the killer
followed him down here

to finish the job.

Anyone see anything?
Well, we have

four eyewitnesses
and four different stories.

Typical.

We also have
the weapon.

Balisong butterfly knife.

What about a wound pattern?

Yeah!

Cluster stabs around the chest.

That doesn't make sense.

Most knife murders
are sloppy.

Doesn't make sense
if you're dealing
with an amateur.

But we...

are looking for a pro.

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( voices over dispatch )

( dispatch voices continue )

Working on the blood trail?

Yeah, 150 feet
and counting.

This guy was strong as an ox.

Get multiple samples, please.

Right. Killer might've cut
himself during the struggle.

We could get lucky.

Keep me posted.

I will.
Where you going?

I am going to get some love from
the Feds. They owe me a favor.

( voices over dispatch )

Hey!

Yeah, you.

Gotta back off.

This is my crime scene.

It's still active.

What are you doing?

He's got evidence!

He's got evidence!

What happened?

How do I know?
You let him
under the tape.

He was wearing a raid jacket.
I thought he was

one of you guys.
He just stole evidence

from a murder investigation.

So, who was he?

Killer coming back
to the scene?

I don't know, but now
I got to find out what he took.

WOODS:
Patrol officer
just dropped that off.

Vic's name is Avi Golan.
Israelicitizen.

And look what's listed
under occupation.

"Import/Export."

How organized crime.

That's consistent

with this type of murder,
and there's this...

Looks like our friend, Avi,
got a little bikini wax.

Or he's wearing a wire.

Hidden
surveillance mic.

Wonder who he
was working for.

Hmm...
( knocking )

FBI.

Right on cue.

AGENT:
Last November,

quadruple murder,
West Palm Beach.

Israeli businessman, his wife
and two kids. I remember it.

The hit was the work of
the Elat Crime Syndicate.

Your vic, Avi Golan, was one
of their top lieutenants.

We flipped him, went hunting
for indictments on the killer.

Did you get anything?
!
Not yet.

Primary suspect, though, is
one of Elat's top killers--

a psychopath named Danny Fisch.

Very scary customer.

Likes to work
up-close and personal.

Favors knives.

And specifically
a butterfly knife

that he likes to leave
at the scene, right?

Yeah, that's
Fisch's M.O.

That family in West Palm,
he, uh...

he took his time.

On the kids.

I, uh...

never seen so
much blood.

Avi Golan was all we had.

Can I bring him in?

Sure.

He's a federal
parolee.

( phone rings )

Excuse me a minute, will you?

Yeah.

We lost a piece of evidence?

We didn't lose it.
Some guy dressed like one
of us walked under the tape.

He picked something
up, and before we could
catch up to him, he split.

Okay, Speed, we have to find it.

Well, Belmontes is
cataloguing right now.

We gotta fix this.

( siren blares )

Garbagemen found her
on their morning run.

We have an ID?
No, not yet.

But we did find this
down the alley.

Magazine's not full.

Any idea where
she came from?

No, but the way
she's dressed, she
could've been clubbing

just about anywhere
on Collins.

A club, yes.
But a party girl,
I don't know.

Look at her shoes.

It's got a crepe sole.

Detritus on the bottom.

Sticky.
Smells like alcohol.

Yeah, those are definitely
the kind of shoes you wear

when you're serving drinks,
not ordering them.

I'll start canvassing
all the clubs in the area.

Okay.

All right, you ready for a
little Dumpster diving?

Um...

Okay.

You know I don't mind
getting my hands dirty.

I mean, maggots, wet trash,
I am the first one in.

Okay, so what
are you waiting for?

Ants.

( chuckles )

Ants?

Yes, I have got a problem
with ants.

They are sneaky,
and they are mobile,

and when they get on you,
even if you get them off...

Okay, Calleigh, chill.
I'll take care of it.

You... can get our next floater.

I would love that.

Okay.
Thank you.

All right.

Can you get anything
off the plastic bag

she was wrapped in?

Yeah, markings
on the perforation

should give us a manufacturer.

Well, it's as good as a
fingerprint if we can find
the roll it came off of.

Got a purse.
Could be our vic's.

"Barbara Nance. Hialeah."

WOODS:
Cause of death is

exsanguination due to
multiple gunshots.

One to the cheek,
one to the chest.

And this is the one
that killed you, honey.

Ricocheted off your rib.

Bullet nose is distorted.

Looks like there's something
caught in the tip.

Silver flecks.

Part of the bullet?

No. It's nonmetallic.

It looks like some sort
of paint or latex.

Well, whatever it is,
it was the last thing

the bullet touched
before it hit her.

All right,
I'll take it to Trace.

Whoa, don't be running off yet.

What is that?
Some kind of insect?

It's an ant.

Girl, you needed
an exterminator.

She had ants
on her face.

Well, these aren't your
garden-variety Dumpster ants.

And they aren't
related to decomp.

Why are they in her stomach?

La hormiga culona--
leaf cutter ants.

It's a Colombian dish.

Are you saying
that people eat them?

Fried.

Okay, so we are
looking for

a club that serves fried ants.

( music playing )

WOMAN:
That's her.

That's Barb.

Had she worked here long?

We started together,
so, uh, about a year.

Any customers ever
get angry with her or
act inappropriately?

We're cocktail waitresses.

But nobody ever got violent?

No.

You don't sound so sure.

The customers we can handle.

Just give us a name.

Our bartender, Mark.

If he isn't
grabbing you,

he ignores your orders until
you give him half your tips.

Thanks.

Mr. Hobbes, you were
tending bar last night?

Yeah, ever since
the club reopened.

Reopened with a new name
and a new gimmick?

Yeah. Those club kids eat
those ants up like popcorn.

( music playing )

Supposed to be an aphrodisiac.

I just don't see how.

You're not the only one.

But... keeps
the place packed.

Yeah, it seems like
you're doing very well.

Owner's making all
the money, not me.

Waitresses' tips could make
for a good down payment

on your own club.

What?

Any problems? Anything happen
between you and Barb last night?

No.

We got along real well.

Look, I'll help

you any way I can,
but my people await.

( clicking )

Mr. Hobbes.

I'd like your left shoe,
please.

My what?

I need your left shoe.

Found a casing from a bullet.

Got some unusual trace on it.

See if Belmontes
can help us out.

All right.

I'll see where
this clown keeps his trash bags.

That's what our waitress
was wrapped in.

( music playing )

Tim, tell me
you're kidding.

50 blood stains?

Sorry. Next time
I'll ask the victim

to die in one spot.

Funny.

How about I do
half of them?

Suit yourself, princess,

but you find anything
foreign,

you're going
to have to do 'em all.

That's fair.

All right.

This guy's running
for his life,

bleeding everywhere

and Delgado's complaining
about a little extra work.

Yeah, it's not like

she let someone walk off
with evidence.

That's not funny.

What he end up taking
anyway?

I don't know.

That's what we got
to figure out.

If something's missing,
I don't see it.

Other than the knife,
there's gauze pads,

latex gloves.

The latex gloves,
how many did you log?

Four into evidence.

The paramedics double glove,
so even number, it's normal.

Right. But I got five
on my sketch.

So we're missing
the killer's glove.

I guess that explains why
somebody might come back.

MAN:
Mr. Fisch was nowhere
near the location

where Avi Golan
was killed.

CAINE:
Tell your client

that I can place him
at the scene.

That's not what I hear.

What's that supposed to mean?

The responding
officer reported

that the scene
was compromised.

The procedure
was followed

and the evidence
will be credible.

Well, have fun proving that.

Are we done?

I have a lunch reservation
at Nabo.

Lieutenant Caine?

Uh-huh?

A word.

A key piece of evidence
was stolen

and this is the first
I hear about it?

What exactly was taken?

It was a bloody
latex glove.

The killer's glove?

We think so.

Relax. We're going
to find the glove, okay?

You better.

If the Bureau goes down
on this,

CSI's coming with us.

Speedle, I just
got copied on
your report.

You trying to get me
relieved of duty?

Everhart, I'm not trying
to jam you up.

Everything on that report
is accurate.

I just check 'em in.
That's it.

Once they sign into the log,
it's none of my business.

You're saying that
he signed the log?

I wouldn't let him under
the tape otherwise, Speedle.

Let me see that.

Oh, that's cute.

Edmond Locard.

Who's that?

He's the father
of modern forensics.

It figures.

I found that at the scene.

It's lycopodium.

It's fingerprint powder.

He must have lost it
when he went over the fence.

So what?
He has fingerprint powder.

Florescent green.

I mean, that's like having
brush guards on your SUV.

I have brush guards
on my SUV.

And how many times
have you gone off road?

Exactly.
It's for appearance.

It's like using Locard's name
on the log.

So who is this guy?

Some weirdo.

Like a CSI wannabe.

Sorry it took
so long.

Did what I
could with these.

Not your best work.

I was on
a foot pursuit.

Right.

What's that on the back
of his scooter?

Can you clean that up?

Sure.

See that streak?

That's a reflection
off the fender.

If I can reduce this
to a single point of light...

M.D.C.L.?

It's some kind of logo.

You know what?

Do a search
for forensic clubs.

Sure.

Geez, there's got
to be a hundred of them.

Pull up that one.

"Miami-Dade Criminalist League."

That's him.
That's our wannabe.

You Wally Shmagin?

Miami-Dade Crime Lab.

Wow. I mean, wow.

How did you guys find me
so fast?

Can we come in?

Was it latent prints,

DNA, did my scooter leave
a tread mark?

Where is that glove

that you took
from my crime scene?

The glove?

Yeah.

I thought it was junk,
you know, a castoff.

It's in the shrine.

Shrine?

What is all this?

My collection.

What, do you sell
this stuff on eBay?

No, I buy it.

I have one of the finest
forensic museums

in the country.

How do you pay for it?

It's my father's money.

I really hope
that's not from ValuJet.

Hey, hey, hey!
Be, be careful with that.

Is that really
Lizzie Borden's ax?

That's right.
It cost me 15 grand.

You should get your money back

because the real ax
doesn't have a handle on it.

It's on display,

Fall River, Massachusetts.

No way. The guy
who sold me that.

gave me a certificate
of authenticity.

But I can find...

I know it's around here
somewhere.

Wally.
Yeah?

Get the glove, will ya?

Yeah, right.

Bagged and tagged.

Chain of custody still intact.

Hook him up.

The casing we found in your shoe

matches the gun we found
in the alleyway.

It matches the bullet
we got out of Barb's body.

I must've stepped on it

taking trash out
to the Dumpster.

Was that before

or after you and Barb got
into an argument over tips?

Bouncer said he had
to break the two of you up

out by the Dumpster
last night around 10:00.

I know you're stealing
tips, Barb.

Don't touch me!

They're always screwing me
out of tip money

every night.

She was on a cigarette break.

I told her I was tired
of her stiffing me.

And you finally just got fed up?

Do you really think
I'd throw my whole life away

over some tip money?

Found the source
for that plastic bag

our waitress was stuffed in.

It's like a fingerprint;
each tear is unique.

Looks like a match.

It nail our bartender?

No. I collected it
from the break room.

Well, bartenders
take breaks.

Maybe, but the break room's
for women only.

You need a key to get in.

And you're sure the bartender
doesn't have a key?

He's actually the reason they
put locks in in the first place.

So we're looking
at one of our waitresses.

Hey.

Heard you have
a groupie.

Our little creep's
a forensic junkie.

There's a lot of those
around these days.

Yeah, I mean,
who dreams

about being
a criminalist?

You're kidding, right?

Hey, I grew up
watching Quincy.

You mean you didn't?

This is a paycheck.

It's a job.
It's not my life.

Well, Mr. Paycheck,
you just hit pay dirt.

SPEEDLE:
Epithelials inside the glove.

With a name.
Courtesy of CODIS.

Thanks, Carrie.

Got a hit on the glove.

Danny Fisch is our killer.

Good. Let's hope
it's still admissible.

Why? What happened?

Fisch's attorney is moving
to suppress the glove,

Department "F," 10:00 A.M.

They're going to put
Wally on the stand?

Mm-hmm.

( sighs )

That kid doesn't have a chance.

I agree.

So we have
to give him one.

He's our last shot.

Hey, what's going on?

They won't arrest me,
they won't

let me go--
Officer Everhart here

won't even let me use
the bathroom.

You know, I could sue.
I know my rights.

Listen to me,
you little punk.

You got to get a haircut,

we're gonna put you
in a suit and tie,

and we have to
get you prepped.

Do you understand?

What for?

The defense

is gonna put you
on the stand.

They're gonna try to
discredit the evidence
through you.

Got it?

So... what kind of analysis
are we gonna do first?

Like, COfiler? Mass-spec?

I know my stuff.
I'm ready for the big leagues.
Ready for this?

What is this for?

Tell me exactly
what happened.

( clears throat ):
I...

I picked up the glove.

It was bloody.

All right, hold on.

You collect the glove.

Upon closer examination...

you saw what appeared
to be a red blood stain

on the exterior
of the glove.

Now, what time did you leave?

The hell if I know.
I was running away from you.

( sighs )

You left at 11:15.

Upon arrival...

...at your personal
residence,

you placed the glove

in a secure and locked
drawer for safekeeping.

Don't you guys have
someone to do this kind
of stuff for you?

Keep writing.

( whispering ):
...in a safe...

So... so did you...

did you get that match that
you needed on the glove?

Come on, I-I found it.

I think I deserve to know.

You stole the glove from
the Avi Golan murder.

You may have blown
a federal murder case.

You know what you deserve?
Jail time.

I mean, we'll be
lucky if that glove's
even admissible.

I, uh...

I'm always messing things up.

I'm-I'm sorry.

Let's just make it right,

okay?

Keep writing.

Safekeeping.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.
All right, you're
gonna get sleep,

and you're gonna
meet me here at 7:00.

Not 7:01. 7:00.

You got it?
I have this
little party

I'm supposed to
go to tonight.

All right, fine.

Just don't drink anything.

I mean that.

I won't.

And you're gonna wear this.

A vest?
And a tie.

And I want them both back.

This is about appearance.

You've got to be credible,
you understand?

Absolutely.

All right.

I-I don't know if I can do this.

Welcome to the big leagues.

You remember the bullet we
pulled out of our waitress?

The silver flecks on
it were polyisoprene

with a trace
amount of ammonia.

Isoprene-- that's latex.

Ammonia turns it
into liquid latex.

Yeah. The bullet hole was

through the top of her blouse.

When a girl
has no pockets,

she keeps things
one of two places:

in your shoe or in your bra.

So the bullet was shot
through whatever

she was hiding
in her blouse.

Bartender said
she was hiding tips.

Except there's no latex
in money.

An airline ticket,

concert ticket...

( chuckles softly )

Lottery ticket.

Here. I lose every week,

but I can't seem
to throw them away.

Same silver flecks
as on the bullet and the dress.

So our Dumpster Girl was shot
through a lottery ticket.

( gunshot )

No one kills
for a losing ticket.

And what do you use
to scratch a lottery ticket?

So you two worked
a shift with Barb
last night?

Our night to close. Why?

Can we see your keys?

Happy now?

No.

But I'm getting there.

Do either one of you girls

play the lottery?
Everybody here does.

The material that we
found on the bullet

that killed your friend

was liquid latex.

There's liquid latex
on lottery tickets.

Jackpot on those
gets up

to $250,000.
And Forensics
confirmed

that Barb was shot
through a lottery ticket.

Funny thing is,
we never, uh...

we never found

the ticket on her.

Well, we play lottery
together,

so if you find that
ticket, it's ours.

That's not the first thing
we have to find.

We need a crime scene.

( music playing )

Looks like a crime scene to me.

Found him
wandering around

outside the building.

He says
he knows you.

( sighs ):
Yeah.

Thanks, Paula.

Sure.

You're a little early, Wally.

Couldn't sleep.

Guess I was a little nervous.

How was your party?

You know, I always feel
like I'm...

I'm too late or too early
when I go to parties.

I was-was out of there
in-in, like, two minutes.

Right.

( sighs )
What're you doing?

Top-secret forensics work...

Case numbers,
initials on every page.

You scared... giving testimony
against a guy like Danny Fisch?

I'm more scared
of letting a guy like that walk.

Right, uh, me, too.

Wally, you should go home...
get some sleep.

You got a big day tomorrow.

I could number pages.

Hey, uh, Belmontes get anything

off that bullet
casing from the shoe?

It wasn't Trace.
I sent it over to DNA.

So, the substance
was organic?

It was human skin burnt
on the casing.

( gunshot )

And the weird thing is

we don't have any burn marks
on our victim.

And two gunshots

with a minimum of spatter,
but I, uh... I think

I figured that out.

There's a void in blood

below the waistband.

Yeah, something blocked
the spatter,

preventing the blood
from traveling below the waist.

Or someone.

( gunshot )

The shooter was sitting on her.

Let's confirm that.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

DUQUESNE:
The shooter was

approximately six feet away,

so they couldn't have been
sitting on her.

Which means
that at least two people

were involved
in the killing:

one to hold her down,
and one to shoot her.

If we measure the height
of the blood spatter, we
can nail the sitter.

Problem with the crime scene is
that we didn't find any spatter.

Then we have to go back.

( elevator chimes )

Want to take a ride?

( sighs )

I called that
kid three times.

He knows about
this hearing...
We got a call-out

to Wally's condominium.

What does he want,
a ride to the courthouse?

Um, there's been a development.

Great. What kind
of development?

The paramedics found Wally dead.

Um... he was just
here last night...

I know. I'm sorry.

Um...

( clears throat ):
I guess we're not
going to court.

No. You know what?

Let's go see Wally.

Yeah. Yeah.
Okay.

( elevator bell dings )

( sighs )

Dual lacerations on his scalp.

Chop wounds.

Danny Fisch used
a different blade this time.

Wounds are
consistent

with an ax,
but it's too soon

to draw any conclusions.

Alexx, it's pretty obvious
what happened.

There's a bloody ax over there.

Maybe to you, but I still have
to do my post, okay?

I think we should round up Fisch
before he skips town.

Speed,
let's go slow.

I'll see you
back at the lab.

I'd like to process this,
if I could.

We have one
compromised crime scene.

I don't want another one.
All right?

I'll see you
back there.

Okay.

Okay.

Something feel strange to you?

Yeah. Something is strange.

No forced entry,
and no sign of struggle

with the killer, is there?

I'll let you know my findings.

Good work, Alexx.

Hi. Did you get anything
on Wally yet?

Massive cerebral
trauma brought on
by penetration

of the skull.

So he was killed by the ax?

Mm-hmm.

But not by another's hand.

Wait a minute. You're saying
that it was self-inflicted?

First few blows

are shallow, along
a parallel axis.

Yeah. So the killer missed.

No. There
would

be defense wounds

on Wally's hands
and arms, Timmy.

These shallow cuts
on his head?

Hesitation marks.
Classic

indicator of a suicide.

Danny Fisch is a pro.

I mean, he could have
staged this

to be a suicide, no problem.

That's not my finding, baby.

The fatal blow
is self-inflicted.

So Danny Fisch
is going to walk then?

Like you said,
the guy's a pro.

Nobody's that good.

What are you doing?

Are all these

stains from the blood trail
in the park?

Yeah. I got them organized.
What do you want?

There's been a change of plans.

I need to get these done now.

Okay. First,
step away from the desk.

You are not a DNA analyst.

If you want them done,
I'll do them.

There's got to be
blood from Danny
Fisch at the scene.

There has to be.

How long you think
it's going to take?

Several hours.

Once I get
the samples

in the 310,
there's not much to see.

I'm not looking
for entertainment.

What do you say I call you
when the results are up?

You can grab dinner
or something.

I'm not hungry.

I'd prefer it.

You won't even know I'm here.

We know she was shot right here.

Okay.

And the blood that she spit
hit the person sitting on her.

So, the rest of it's got
to be somewhere.

You know,
places like this use sheers

to create privacy.

They're only tied back
when they clean the joint.

( music playing )

Silhouette of
the accomplice.

Barb's blood outlined one
of her killers.

( gunshot )

You're too tall.

Let me try it.

What's that for?

This is for our own lottery.

And the winner doesn't have
to go to jail.

38 inches.

33 inches.

That's still too tall.

30 inches.

So, I guess

you were telling the truth.

DELKO:
You didn't shoot Barb
after all.

Just held her down
while someone else did.

That's an interesting burn.

How'd you get it?

Um, I flat iron
before every shift.

Our hair doesn't look good,
we get docked.

( Hobbes sighs )

Can we go now?

You can.

Not you.

DUQUESNE:
See, the thing about

cleavage, Rachel,
is that it just

begs you to look.

Pays the rent.

Well, it may have

done more than that.

That is not a burn
from a flat iron.

DELKO:
We know Barb was

hiding a winning ticket.

Do not walk away from me,
Barb. No, you have it.
I swear I don't

have the ticket.
It's not true.

We know you won.

You watched while Barb

and Jen fought,
and then you went

behind the bar,
and you got the gun.

I don't have it.

Don't touch me.
!
Where did you put it?

You're crazy.

Quit messing around, Barb.

I swear...

She's not talking.

Rachel, don't...
( gunshot )

Oh! You shot her!

Shut up and find the ticket.

( gunshot )

( gasps )

DUQUESNE:
The DNA from your swab

matches the DNA
from the casing, which means

we know that you're the shooter.

She asked to borrow my tip money
to buy lotto tickets.

I said, "Just cut me in
if you win anything."

She never said a word.

Where's the ticket now?

Yeah, right.
So you can have the money?

I don't think so.

Really doesn't matter that much,

because lottery tickets expire
after a year,

and you're going to be doing
at least 20.

Where's the ticket?

I'll get this.

No. The best way to deal
with fear is to face it, right?

( chuckles )

Absolutely.

( shallow breathing )

$250,000

winner.

Now it's evidence.

I'll just be a minute.

Stragglers?

A few.

So far all we've got
is your victim's blood.

Hmm.

( beeping )

What?

Sample 48 is different
than your victim's.

That's a gravitational drop.

Avi Golan must
have taken

a swing at his killer.

( grunting )

He left one drop
of blood evidence.

That Danny Fisch?

Hang on.

14/15, 14/15,

15/16, 15/16...

19/25.

It's a match.

We got him.

ATTORNEY:
I've done all I can.

Well, DNA's a lock.

Found Danny Fisch's blood

at the Avi Golan
crime scene.

Fisch stabbed him to death.

More than likely,
the U.S. Attorney

is going to move
for the death penalty.

It's our case. Why
don't we run with it?

This is a tricky conflict
of interest.

You know?

Wally?

Speed, Wally did this
to himself.

Poor kid was so frightened,
he offed himself.

That's not true.

I spoke to Wally's parents,
and apparently,

it's not the first time
he tried to kill himself.

Now, they gave up on him,

but you didn't.

So, uh,

what happens now?

Well, you go home,

you get some rest,

and you come back to work.

Just like that?

It's not that easy, is it?

No.

No, it's not.

Anyway, I'll see you,
uh, tomorrow.

Yup.

As always.

Hey, Speed...

nice job.

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