( children laughing )
Mommy, see?
Do you see?
Yeah, I saw you.
I saw you.
Mommy, I'm hot.
Okay, all right. You having a good time?
Yeah.
All right. Back you go.
Ruthie, stay where I can see you.
Okay.
Ruthie?
Ruthie!
Lady, what's wrong?
I can't find my baby.
Ruthie!
( alarm blaring )
( alarm continues )
Ruthie, where are you?
Ruthie Crighton, five years old.
Paramedics just pronounced.
She was found by an employee
in the handicapped bathroom.
Nobody leaves.
Mother lost a child here.
To get to the bathroom
the guy had to go past the arcade
past the food court...
and past who knows how many people.
This place is a buffet for these creeps.
Where is she?
In the back.
50 witnesses.
Hmm... 50 suspects.
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Eric, first, let's extend this inner perimeter
from the playground to the rear bathroom.
Speed, photograph everything
please... Calleigh, let's check
into the surveillance system here.
When and where was the victim last seen.
Exactly right. Live-scan every finger
including children, and let's look at that videotape.
Let's trace the victim's path.
Maybe the killer took the same one, okay?
Good.
Ready?
Right behind you.
Let's go.
We have what appears
to be glitter in the northwest quad.
Path cleared?
Door to the body, right there.
Thanks.
Cut hair... boys' clothes...
It's like he was disguising her, maybe to smuggle her out.
( shutter clicking )
That means
that he didn't plan to kill her here, doesn't it?
He was going to take her with him.
Something stopped the plan, didn't it?
Maybe she was screaming.
( shutter clicking )
Maybe the alarm system
here in the store.
If it was the alarms
we could have a fish in the net.
Not a fish.
A shark.
( shutter clicking )
It's locked solid.
Yeah, it's a storage room.
Does this lead into Zany Town?
No. No public access.
You have gates, so you must have protocol.
Uh, each em... em..., uh...
Employee.
...employee checks out
a different section of the store.
I noticed stamps on people's hands.
My own kids come here.
Okay.
I'm going to need you to calm down
'cause I need your help.
Can you tell me about the stamps?
K-K-K-K...
K-Stamp, K-Stamp.
You match the stamp on each child's hand
to the stamp on the accompanying adult?
Uh-huh.
Okay, that's great.
I don't even know how we're going to start this.
All right, people.
Listen up.
We're crime scene investigators.
This is a very serious situation.
We're going to need your full cooperation.
I need everybody
to stay with their families.
Please watch your children.
This is Officer Delko.
He's going to take your fingerprints.
I know you're all frightened
and we're going to try to get you home
as fast as we can, okay?
Thank you for your cooperation.
Okay, I need everybody to just go ahead
get behind me
form a single-file line.
So, kids, please stay with your parents.
Parents, please, keep an eye on your children.
Northeast quad is clear.
I'm going to dust.
Glitter is Locard...
...but not from her clothes.
What'd you get?
Uh, automatic lock-up system.
Windows barred
doors gated.
Storage unit's on a keyed alarm.
It's your basic kid playground
turned into a high-security prison.
What about a crime kit?
I've been overtly searching the crowd
subtly checking it out
and I didn't see any abandoned bags or backpacks.
Well, maybe he stashed it.
99% of all violent pedophiles are male.
Speed, also add
glitter transfer.
Okay?
Yeah.
This guy's a pro--
prior planning, no witnesses.
He brought everything he needed.
But he didn't get everything he wanted.
So he's probably very frustrated right now.
Means he's got to look for another victim.
Unless we get there first.
The clothes...
they've been worn.
Where did he get them? From his own family?
Or more likely, he already had them.
You ready? Here we go.
Affirmative on blood.
Recycled from his last victim.
All right. Step up, please.
I think it's the last one, man.
Okay, you're clear.
( chattering )
Yeah, can I help you?
Look, I'm a third-year law student from U. of M.
Congratulations.
And I know that it's illegal for you guys to keep us here.
You're right, actually, but as a human being
you have an obligation
to cooperate like everyone else.
So why don't you get back in line for me, okay?
Thank you.
Come on, pal.
Hey, is that true? Can I go?
No. Look.
No, you can't.
You know why?
Because now you're a suspect.
Go ahead and get comfortable, legally.
Okay, let's go.
( sotto voce ): Jackass.
This lock is broken.
So, how did he keep people out?
There's nothing...
Wait a minute.
Look at this.
"Out of order."
This is how he secured his privacy.
So, how...
did a grown man steal
a five-year-old girl from a public place
and nobody noticed?
Maybe someone she trusted.
Could be.
Mrs. Crighton...
you guys, um...
did you guys know anybody here?
Somebody she would have trusted?
No.
She was too good for this Earth.
Like an angel from heaven.
( sobbing )
Maybe that's not even Ruthie in that room.
How can you be so sure?
Maybe she got out.
I'm sorry.
We're twins, Mom!
Facial edema and petechial hemorrhages
indicate raised venous pressure
concurrent with asphyxia.
The blue around her lips looks so turquoise, Alexx.
A little deoxygenated hemoglobin is
usually more purple blue.
Cyanosis coloring is really subjective.
And, I mean, who knows under these lights.
Why no bruises?
Ecchymosis can take up to 24 hours to fully develop, but, yeah
we should see at least minimal erythema
if she was strangled or ruptured capillaries
around her mouth if she was smothered
and I see neither.
So how did he kill her?
( sighs )
Don't shoot the messenger, Horatio
but the brass is leaning
helicopters are starting to hover
and reporters are starting to...
Okay. Give me a minute, please.
WOODS: Horatio...
Yeah?
Your killer took a souvenir.
How do you mean?
Her underwear.
Lieutenant Caine...
what information have you learned so far?
Have you detained a suspect?
Can we get some questions over here?
Lieutenant Caine, is it true she was raped?
Is there any indication that the killer will strike again soon?
I'm not going to comment on evidence
but what I will say is that this animal
has provided us with a mountain of evidence
and we will not sleep
till we've been all the way through it
because we know that beneath that mountain lies his grave.
Thank you very much.
Lieutenant Caine, questions over here!
Lieutenant Caine, some questions!
Honey, I don't want you
giving Tiger any more potato chips.
They're not good for kitties, okay?
And have Daddy read you a story tonight. No TV.
Yeah. I love you, too, baby.
Hey, Alexx.
Hey.
I got the results of the blue tinge on her lips--
diglucose
and propylene glycol, AKA:
good, old-fashioned candy.
Could be how he lured her.
Come on.
Not very inventive, but effective
and sticky as hell.
Whoa.
What's that?
A fingerprint?
( blow dryer whirring )
She's talking to someone
but whoever it is stayed off camera.
He must have surveilled the place.
He knew how to stay out of sight.
Where are you?
CAINE: I'm walking towards the bathroom.
Okay, I don't see you... I don't see you...
Hello, handsome.
I see your hand.
I am passing
the bowling pin display
where the toys are mounted on the wall.
How far is she from the shelf?
About three feet.
You couldn't see me.
This is exactly the route he took.
It's perfect.
Straight to the bathroom.
In order to avoid the camera
he had to stay off the beaten path.
It's worse to be seen.
Yes, but the better to see his footprint.
That's our last lifter.
And more in the van.
Oh, that's juicy.
Yes, it is.
Mm, that's a beauty.
No match?
You're kidding.
I thought for sure this guy'd be a repeat.
No wonder.
This print's all screwed up.
Yeah, you're right.
There's no central pocket loop.
Well, human skin is an elastic surface.
Maybe the print got stretched
when we moved her.
Maybe we're not looking at one finger.
Maybe we're looking at a cross-section
of a couple different fingers.
Get some rest.
You guys get home safely.
Thank you.
Gary, thanks, buddy.
Print results came back.
Not one prior.
Not even a traffic ticket except for four people.
Records?
No, they just refused to give prints.
What about that guy in the Acapulco T-shirt?
Did he give prints?
No, but you think we could arrest him
based on the fact that it's a little too creepy
to be in one of these places without a kid?
Could you hold my lifters?
Do you have any ridge builder lotion?
Yeah, in my kit.
Hi, I'm Calleigh Duquesne.
Hi, Brad Repkin.
Oh, let me get that for you.
Your last name is Repkin.
Yeah, Repkin.
Very nice.
Do you mind taking my footprints back to the lab
while you're at it?
No, I don't.
That door is open.
A service entrance.
It looks unbarred, too.
You need a code to get through it.
Mm.
Who has access to the code?
According to the manager
himself and six other employees.
Two that were on shift
and four we had to pull in.
We looked at 'em real hard
and they all checked out.
I'm sure they did.
You page me?
Yeah. Got broken ribs.
Five and six on the right
consistent with the blood in her mouth.
Hemothorax? Yeah.
Cracked rib punctured her lungs, her lungs filled with blood.
She was probably fighting him.
So the monster got on top of her.
Crushing her chest.
Cause of death: Positional asphyxiation.
No. Intentional evil.
What you got?
I wasn't expecting anything unusual, but...
Butalbital.
He gave her barbiturates with her candy.
Butalbital's a fast-acting sedative.
Wouldn't take a lot to knock a child out almost immediately.
But what about signs of a struggle?
Found something else.
Antihistamine?
Poor baby had a cold.
She wasn't struggling. She was convulsing.
Antihistamine is contra-indicated with Butalbital.
She went into anaphylactic shock.
Oh, God.
This means he wasn't trying to restrain her.
He was trying to revive her.
CPR, when applied with too much force, can crack ribs.
He wanted his time with her.
Hey, H, we got someone looking pretty sweet over there.
Mr. Acapulco?
Yeah, real hard to get out of here.
He's got glitter on his shirt
no ID and refused
to give us prints.
I got 'em anyway.
Delco just called from the print lab.
This guy's a registered sex offender.
Hmm... Okay. Get Bernstein.
Where is he?
He's right there.
Brad Repkin?
Yeah?
Hands out of your pockets, behind your back.
You got a car, Brad?
Yeah.
Outside.
Let's go take a look.
CAINE: Which one is it?
It's the green Cadillac.
Right here? Yeah.
Green Caddy? Yeah.
You can't search it, can you?
I mean, I got rights, don't I?
Just shut up, Brad.
You violated your parole
when you came within a hundred yards of a child.
You know the rules, so shut up.
This better not be hers.
I understand that you did quite a bit of time in solitary
on your first conviction.
That was a bogus charge.
My bitch ex-wife-- she ruined my life.
But your daughter made a statement
that you touched her during a swimming lesson.
That's not true.
I would never hurt her.
See, I think, on this conviction the cons are going to get you
before the chair does.
Did you know
that they kill child molesters in prison before the rapists
before the serial killers?
Did you know that?
Look, you don't have anything on me.
I've got footprints, I've got glitter
I've got your record, and I'm about to match
a fingerprint.
I was going to take my daughter, okay?
That's it.
It's my visiting day.
Mmm... but instead, you picked up a substitute, didn't you?
Where are you, you perv?
Sit tight.
Horatio? Yeah?
He was playing pocket pull
just before the alarms went full blast.
On camera the whole time.
But he still violated parole.
He is still going back to prison.
He is not our guy, then.
Do you know how many children a pedophile molests
during a lifetime on average?
No.
Well, a recent study says 150.
One hundred and fifty.
What if they're caught?
Down to 65.
Then we can still save 85 children.
( sighs )
Let's work for that.
Okay, here comes the magic.
Yeah, got broken ridges running in all directions.
Just like...
The cotton candy fingerprint.
Exactly.
That makes three fingers out of five.
Let's hope he left the rest right here.
( listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd's "On the Hunt" )
Look at this middle finger.
I mean, there's no arches, no whirls, no loops.
It's all dots and bifurcations.
But the index has three radial loops on it.
Malcolm X held the previous record
with two radial loops on one hand.
Well, it isn't a bunch of cuts
because those would just break up otherwise fluid ridges.
It's not a chemical burn.
The ridges would be worn evenly on the hand.
Well, it can't be a scar
because the skin would heal back into the print.
It looks scarred.
It looks like dozens of scars.
It looks like
he reached into a blender.
I don't know.
Calleigh?
( gasps )
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry. I closed my eyes
just for a second.
Don't worry about it.
You're a morning person.
Horatio, I don't know what happened.
You're fine. Do me a favor
and take a look at Subject B
and tell me if you see anything peculiar about it.
His weight's all in the back.
Mm-hmm. See, normally when someone takes a step
it's heel, ball, toe.
Correct? Mm-hmm.
But in this case
there's pressure on the arch and not the toe.
Are you thinking his shoes are too big for his feet?
When someone takes the time to put on a pair of shoes
that are three sizes too large
it ca mean that they're trying to hide their identity.
Just like he did with cameras.
You know, Subject B's steps peter out near the storage room.
Hmm. Okay, and we have trace soil
on the fourth print, don't we? Mm-hmm.
Good.
What would you like in your coffee?
Sugar.
( chuckles )
How he got in!
What?
The glitter found on Ruthie
is a match to the glitter found on the Zany Town vest.
He must have stolen one.
That's how he got in.
Probably how he got out, too.
Okay, let's get Bernstein.
This guy probably knows an employee there.
Okay, so you're a complete pro.
You know exactly what you're doing.
'Cause you've done it before.
You've got a record, you've been to jail.
That's right. So, to escape Megan's Law, no pun intended
and avoid having the neighborhood know
where the local pedophile lives
you decide to take someone else's prints
and cover your own with them.
But that wouldn't work, though
because they'd fall off.
Frankenstein.
He Frankenstein'd himself.
He took his own skin off
and put them on different fingers.
And we could still match that to something?
Not if he sliced them into small pieces first
and then grafted them back on.
( groans softly )
There are 2,500 nerve receptors in the finger per centimeter.
That must have hurt like a bitch.
Yeah, that's how badly he wants these kids.
So, he rejiggered his fingerprints
thinking that he could avoid his previous crimes.
He was almost right.
AFIS didn't find it, but we cut up his prints
and figure out where the pieces actually go...
Like a human jigsaw puzzle.
Mm-hmm. Let's go.
Did you know the glitter
found on Ruthie's body came from Zany Town?
It couldn't have been an employee.
Nobody with a record can work there.
The killer had the code to your storage room.
Explain that, please.
I don't know.
Where do you keep it?
On my desk.
On your desk?
In plain view
for everyone to see?
Oh, my God.
That's using your head.
I am so sorry.
Mmm.
All right, we need a bifurcation with dots.
Okay, uh... bifurcation with dots.
Here, try this.
Not it.
Okay...
All right.
Try that one.
That has some whirls in it.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
How about an ulnar loop?
Right here.
Yeah...
Yeah... yeah, that's it.
Yes, it is.
You were waiting for that, huh?
Beautiful.
Papilio aristodemus ponceanus
and torchwood.
Translation: the dirt that you found on Subject B's shoes
was full of swallowtail eggs.
Book says swallowtails are a really rare butterfly.
Only three have been seen in Biscayne National Park
in the last four years.
I need a map.
Horatio?
Yeah?
Got a print match and a name.
Stewart Otis.
Registered pedophile, long record
starting at age 12.
All we need is an address.
Damn it. No Stewart Otis.
Right, but if he changed his prints
there's a chance he changed his name.
So, Bob, let's do a property search for the name Otis.
Anything in or around Biscayne National Park.
Let's do that.
Look at this. We have a match.
William and Margaret Otis.
2430 Black Creek Road.
That's a quarter mile from the park. Let's go.
House is clear! Glove up!
Kits and gloves! Kits and gloves!
Let's go.
( camera clicking )
Well, he's not shy about his pornography.
This is just the tip
of the iceberg.
Wow.
And he doesn't live here.
He plays here.
( floor creaking )
What do you got here?
I don't know.
These cartons-- he must have...
he must keep them
like some sick kind of trading cards.
They're not trading cards.
They're headstones.
That makes four and one partial.
I'll call the office
and get an autopsy room prepped for the remains.
At this point, closure's the only thing
we can give these families.
Until we catch this guy.
Alexx!
Hey, Alexx!
What do you think?
Sandy soil minimizes decomposition.
There's marbling...
but very little skin slip.
The soil is cool.
Well, I'd say she's been here three, maybe four weeks.
So he's not even waiting a month
between kills, is he?
Well, don't serial killers accelerate as they progress?
Yes, they do, and that's when they make mistakes.
Maybe you can tell us some of them, angel.
That's from the little girl
we dug up at the house.
Is that blood?
Yep.
This freak... plays with them like toys.
Until they break.
Keep me posted.
Speed... what do we got?
Carbon, oxygen and hydrogen combo
and propylene glycol...
sugar and blue dye #1.
Well, there's our cotton candy.
How did it get on her underwear?
I thought he just used it to lure them and to drug them.
Well, with no presence of Butalbital
maybe he has another use for it.
These crystals aren't elongated.
They're square
not fibrous. Meaning?
Meaning they haven't been exposed to heat.
Like a cotton candy machine.
Exactly.
This is unprocessed cotton candy.
So he makes the stuff.
Find out where he's delivering today.
Thank you.
Hey, Stewart.
Yeah.
How's the cotton candy business?
You move, he's going to put one right through you.
Those must've been painful.
Nice work.
Ow!
What do we have here, stolen uniforms?
"Sir Golf-A-Lot."
You on to your next victim, Stewart?
That's not mine.
Really?
Whose is it, mine?
Take him.
We, um...
we located...
your stash of pornography, Stewart.
And, uh, I've got to tell you
that's pretty sick stuff.
Pornography?
Mm-hmm.
It's my guess
that you couldn't come by the real thing
and so you put on your phony uniform
and you went trolling for a little girl.
Secured your privacy...
baited your line...
Mom, watch me!
Chicken!
Mommy, I'm hot.
Aw...
All right. Back you go.
She was flirting with me.
Hmm...
Whoops-a-daisy.
but she ruined it.
It's called anaphylactic shock.
Your sedative mixed with her cold medicine.
Come on. What are you doing? Stop it!
Stop it.
Come on! What's wrong with you?
( alarm blaring )
I never even got to play with her.
( chuckles grimly )
Life... Stewart...
is filled...
with disappointment.
ALEXX: "...And Hansel, who liked the taste
of the roof, tore down a great piece of it."
"Suddenly...
the door opened..."
Keep going, Mommy.
I want to talk to you guys...
about bad people.
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