MAN: Here, Max!
Come here, Max. Where are you, man?
Maxie!
Max.
( meowing )
Max?
( meows )
Maxie!
Rudy?
( meowing )
( glass shatters )
Hey, Max...
( shuddering )
( gagging )
( wheezing )
Honey?
WOMAN: Are you okay?
( cat meows )
( siren blares and turns off)
( garbled radio transmission)
Smell ammonia.
Yep, and that's the least of our problems.
Anybody inside died instantly.
You were first on scene?
Yes, sir. Wife passed out on the porch
trying to get to her husband.
A neighbor saw her and called it in.
Paramedics have her now.
SPEEDLE: So, he's still in there?
I attempted entry...
But you were driven back by the fumes,
because this is a clan lab house.
All those chemicals they use in clandestine drug labs--
there's no telling what's all in there.
Well, we'd better figure it out,
and we'd better get it contained before more people die.
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CAINE: There he is.
No pulse.
We got foam around the mouth, lack of pallor.
Broken glass adjacent to the body,
obvious chemical residue...
I'll get a Drager.
Wow.
Nitric acid, 1,800 parts per million.
H?
I know.
100 parts per million is fatal.
CAINE: Chemical residue...
plus sunlight...
created fumes...
( explosion )
...in a closed environment, slowly accumulating deadly gas.
Adell, can you hear me?
ADELL: Copy that, H.
Okay, listen to me.
We're going to evacuate to a one block radius.
This place can blow.
I'm all over it.
I've got to aerate this room,
but it looks like there's steel casing behind there.
Be careful.
One spark, and we can go.
All right, I'll get the pilot light on the oven.
The gas has been shut off at the curb.
Okay. Kapacks.
Until we separate out this glass, nothing's safe.
( grunts )
Carefully.
( glass shatters )
Take it easy.
Speed... easy.
Sorry.
"Breckenhurst Retirement Community."
I'd never put my grandmother in a place like this.
When she dies, she's going to be in my house,
with our priest, surrounded by family.
Oh, not my Grandma.
I want every day for her
to be New Year's Eve-- drinking mimosas,
giving old men a hard time.
( chuckles ): Yeah.
Southern.
Cuban.
Detective.
When I die, I want to go in my sleep.
Betty Rosen, 81.
Lives with her sister, Pearl.
She's the one that found her.
How bad is it?
Massacre.
Shall we?
I'll take the one-to-ones.
( woman cries out )
( camera shutter clicks )
She really took a beating.
( sighs ): Home invasion?
Sexual predator?
Maybe we got a serial.
( scoffs )
One cold-hearted bastard to prey on the elderly.
Oh! Don't give me that look,
'cause it's written all over your faces, too.
All right...
all right.
Skull is fractured.
Probably blunt-force trauma.
I'll need to clean her up to see more.
Not how you planned to end your golden years,
is it, Betty?
93 degrees.
Puts her time of death at about... 2:00 A.M.
Blood pools indicate time of attack was earlier.
Your job, honey.
Mine begins with death.
( camera shutter clicking )
Isolated paper in a pool of blood?
It must be important to somebody.
Three parts per million.
We're clear-- okay, so, we're on a code four.
Let's send the M.E.'s people in, all right?
Affirmative.
( clasp snaps shut )
Crisis averted.
Tell that to his widow.
Okay, so we got to find something that leads us
to this cook, right?
Yes, we do.
So, if I'm the cook,
what do I need to do to do my job?
You need goggles,
a mask...
and latex gloves.
Let's have a look at that.
Bag it, tag it, and let's see what else is here.
I found the landlord, a James Welmont.
He said he'll meet us at CSI.
Okay, keep me posted. Yeah.
All right, we'll talk later.
I'll see you back there.
I don't own the house by myself.
I invest in the property with a group of doctors.
"Diamond Sun Properties."
When you say doctors, do you mean surgeons?
Well, we're dermatologists.
There are three of us.
My partner just removed a carcinoma
from my back, as a matter of fact.
As a dermatologist, do you use latex gloves?
Yeah, all the time.
Mind if I take a look around your practice?
You be my guest.
When was the last time the house on Mangrove was rented?
I believe that house has been vacant for six months.
Renters skipped out on us.
It's right there in the records I brought for you.
Yes, I've been taking a look at these,
and the rent seemed very cheap for this part of town.
Well, I don't make money if the houses are unoccupied.
This one was occupied, though, wasn't it?
A man died in it.
Well, I can't help what tenants do in my houses,
just like I can't help what happens
in my houses when tenants leave.
I mean, it's an investment.
Yes.
Usually with an investment of this size, though,
people take care of them, don't they?
All right. You got me.
I am guilty of not taking care of my investment.
And possibly, negligent homicide.
You arresting me?
Not yet.
Okay.
Next time, I bring my lawyer.
Next time...
you may need one.
WOODS: Extent of the ecchymosis suggests she lived
several hours after she sustained her injuries.
Confirmed blunt force trauma,
skull fracture, subdural hematoma.
No clear weapon; could have been anything.
Tox report indicates therapeutic level of Cumadin.
Cumadin? Yeah.
Blood thinner.
That could explain the excessive blood loss.
Was she on any other medication?
No. Right arm and both hands are broken.
Poor thing, she tried to fight him off.
81-year-old woman--
doesn't take much to break her bones.
Tissue sections confirmed neurofibrillary tangles.
She had Alzheimer's.
Late stages.
Any physical findings?
Diagnosing rape in older females is tricky.
Muscles have atrophied, skin is less elastic.
I'll collect a sexual assault kit.
Hey.
How'd the post go on Mr. Caldwell?
Death by asphyxiation due to nitric acid fumes.
The question becomes
what was the nitric acid used for?
I got to tell you, I'm having a lot of trouble with this.
Well, hang in there.
( beeping )
Sulfuric acid.
We've got
H-2-S-O-4, right?
I got something in the amphetamine family here.
I don't know, uh, MDA, maybe meth.
But this doesn't compute, does it?
Now you know what I've been doing.
These aren't components of any drug I know.
But they should give us the final product.
"M-D-P-2-P."
"Methylene-dioxy-phenyl-2-propa none."
It's not really a recreational drug.
It's not really anything.
Maybe that means he didn't mean to make it.
Go with me here for a second, Speed.
Now, if you sub in formic acid for nitric acid...
you get ecstasy, don't you?
The cook screwed up. Right.
But because the pills were white,
he figured he could still sell them as X.
So he replaces one ingredient on the chemical pathway
to try to make something legal.
Yes, he did, and ended up making a chemical so powerful
that its fumes could kill human beings.
So what are we chasing, the fumes or the pills?
We're chasing the cook.
I'm so sorry about your sister, Mrs. Abrams.
Uh, you and Betty lived together?
Yes.
We take care of each other.
But the night she died...
I was in Coral Gables with friends.
It got late.
I can't drive at night.
I told her I didn't want to go.
She said, "Go out, have some fun."
Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt Betty?
Oh, no.
She was voted the most popular.
Everyone loves her, especially the men.
You look
a lot like her.
She loved to wear her hair long down her back.
Just like you.
Did anybody know she was alone that night?
Everybody.
Betty never could keep a secret.
Sorry I'm late.
I got jammed up on the causeway.
No worries.
Pam again?
Yeah, how'd you know?
You got the same clothes on you had yesterday.
Uh, so is that glass from the clan house?
Yep. Any hits?
No hits. But I'm about to superglue the discarded glove
unless you want to do it.
Yeah, I'll do it.
Go ahead.
Powdered latex.
The easy slide on and off.
So they have, uh, powdered gloves
when you were coming up?
No powdered gloves,
no cell phones, no DNA.
No cell phones?
No cell phones.
We have a winner.
AFIS?
AFIS.
I can tell you who it won't be.
Go ahead.
Dermo doctor uses powder-free gloves.
It's a different company than our discard
and they buy by the case. Bulk.
Then why do I like this guy so much?
( blipping )
AFIS seems to like someone else.
"Gregory Kimble."
Now who is this?
Let's go find out.
Mr. Kimble, let's talk about the trash drugs you've been cooking.
I don't know what you're talking about.
No?
Little house over on Mangrove doesn't ring a bell?
Nope.
"Nope." Okay.
Well, the problem is,
is we recovered your fingerprint over there.
I party a lot.
I might've ended up there one night.
Okay, fair enough.
You wear sunscreen?
Everyone in Miami does. Why?
Well, you have some very interesting burn damage
around your mouth and under your nose.
Sometimes that can be from a chemical burn, right?
You bet.
You're my cook, aren't you?
Cook?
What are you talking about?
I'm a part-time student.
Really?
You got a job?
Not right now.
Well, DMV records show
that you drive around in a brand-new convertible Lex.
Why don't you do yourself a favor
and tell us who's selling this stuff
once you put it into pill form?
I think I want my attorney.
After we process you.
I'm going to need your clothes, too.
What am I going to wear?
Laura.
It's been a while. Welcome back.
Well, a year at Quantico is enough.
Can't take that weather.
Hmm, how was the nightlife?
Government compound, 95% male.
Hurt me.
( chuckles )
I'll bet it did.
Anything on my victim?
Well, the sexual assault kit was positive.
Semen was aspermic.
So, no little soldiers?
No, the guy probably had a vasectomy.
P30 indicates recent intercourse.
How recent?
Eight to 12 hours.
That's consistent with time of death.
Well, I'll run the DNA through CODIS.
Thank you.
Hey, Calleigh.
Crime at the condo is virtually nonexistent.
They've had two burglaries in the past five years.
The place prides itself on safety.
Well, that eliminates the amateurs. That's right.
So I ran the names of registered sex offenders
within a three mile radius of the complex.
Name popped up.
"Keith Sewell.
On parole for rape."
Guess where he works?
Gardener.
You haul me in 'cause my prints were on the window?
Talk to the manager.
She has me change that glass couple times a month.
And she has you do that, why?
Mrs. Rosen liked to break it.
Of course she was a little...
light in the head, if you know what I mean.
She suffered from Alzheimer's.
Yeah, she told me, uh,
her parents wouldn't let her date.
So she had to sneak out to meet her boyfriend.
And for the record...
...I don't do old women.
Nothing over 25.
A convicted rapist
with standards.
DELKO: Mr. Sewell,
have you ever had a vasectomy?
No one's snipping on me.
We can get a court order to verify.
I'll verify right now.
( zipper opening ) Hey! Sit down!
A mouth swab will suffice...
for now.
SPEEDLE: An XRF.
This thing's got to be 250 grand.
When did we get this?
We got it this morning.
Courtesy of the ATF.
Nice.
So, the X-ray allows us
to examine Greg Kimble's shirt for chemicals.
Exactly right.
And zero in on areas that we can then extract from.
Now, Mr. Kimble claims he has
no job and no legitimate access to chemicals, right?
So if we find chemicals on his clothing,
we can link him to the drug lab.
Mm-hmm.
But didn't we already do that with the print in the glove?
Yes, we did.
But like my old man says,
"You don't have a backup, you don't have a plan."
Smart guy.
Okay.
Here you go.
Look at this.
High amounts of carbon, nitrogen and phosphorus.
Components found
in our chemical residue at the clan house.
That's right.
And it makes Mr. Kimble a what?
A liar.
When Mass Spec confirms this, let me know, will you?
Will do.
I'll call you on your cell phone.
Adell, w-wait a second.
Wait a second.
What is going on here?
States Attorney cut him loose.
Did he say why?
Absolutely not.
Okay. Where is the States Attorney right now?
He's up in your office.
In my office.
He stays put until I say so.
Dante, I've got this guy dead to his rights.
He's my cook.
Where? You can't place him
at the lab at the Mangrove house.
Of course I can.
I recovered his fingerprint there in a latex glove.
At a party house.
That only proves he was there.
Wearing latex gloves.
The fumes from this man's trash already
killed somebody.
He may be selling lethal pills.
You know that Florida Statute 893.03
has a specific list of controlled substances.
Even if we could put him there,
he wasn't making anything illegal.
Okay, so, you get to turn him loose
and I get to send the victim's wife a sympathy card.
Talk about your déjà vu.
Your brother was a good cop.
This has nothing to do with him.
Interesting that you bring him up.
You need to let this go, Horatio. Why?
Why do I need to let this go?
It's in the best interest of this case.
And in my best interest, too?
Is that what you're saying?
Those are your words... not mine.
Let it go.
Speed.
Hey, what's up? You wanted to see me?
Yeah, I do. I want to take a look at this doctor again, okay?
Yeah, you know what? I got in early this morning, and, uh...
Check out his real estate holdings.
Welmont and his partner
own a dozen homes in those neighborhoods.
Dangerous neighborhoods, landlocked, near freeways--
under the radar.
Yup. And I talked to a guy from DEA.
Says a clan lab can make, like, 500 grand cash.
And you can times that by 12.
I doubt he's even seeing patients anymore.
Nice going.
Adell?
Adell, Horatio.
Road trip.
Setting up shop again, Greg?
Check the van, Speed.
So, we've got a new location.
We got some lye, ammonia,
some methanol.
And... a new formula, huh?
I guess one death in the neighborhood is enough.
If you hang tight
I'll get you a warrant for that stuff.
Uh, it's not against the law
to have those chemicals.
No, it's not.
Really brilliant operation Dr. Welmont has going on here.
He provides the house, the chemicals and the recipe.
He pays off a couple of cooks like you with lux cars.
That's peanuts to the guys who sling the pills.
Pills so unusual there's not a law against it
but at the end of the day, he and his partners
split about six million bucks.
It's not six million.
This is where you say, "I don't know any Dr. Welmont."
( phone beeping )
Yeah.
Right.
What do you got?
It's the medical examiner.
Mm-hmm.
Just picked up a 19-year-old kid.
Overdosed on "E."
19 years old.
Nice going.
That's right, you guys, feel the music.
We're all Britney Spears at heart.
Sewell lied on his application
but he didn't lie about the window.
Now, Betty had some good days, and she had some bad days.
Her memory, you know.
Yeah, we heard that she thought she had a boyfriend.
Boyfriend? Try boyfriends.
This place is high school with arthritis.
And Betty was hot stuff.
So, can you point out these boyfriends?
Betty was a very private person.
It's okay,
I think we'll, uh, we'll round them all up.
Betty was a lot of fun.
She and I had a very healthy sexual relationship.
She was not afraid to try new things.
Back to the question, Mr. Rines.
Yeah, no, um, I saw her last night.
Uh, left her place about 9:00.
Can anyone verify that?
Yes, Mrs. Meyers was walking her dog.
Don't tell anyone I told you, but I hear Betty was loaded.
She married one of those Wall Street types
back when the market meant something.
( chuckling ): Now?
We're all in the toilet.
Anyway, I think Pearl was counting on Betty's dough.
Rumor has it she left it all to one guy.
Who?
I don't know.
We're almost finished, Mr. Gaines.
Did you see Betty Rosen the night she died?
Oh, no.
She dumped me three weeks ago.
Said she needed somebody
more adventurous, you know?
At first I thought she got me confused with Herb Rines.
Guy like that puts
an eight ball in the side pocket.
Me--
I like to go for coffee, talk,
you know?
She wasn't going for it.
Mr. Gaines, do you have any ice plant
outside your home?
No. I'm not one for succulents.
Well... if that's the case...
this may be a problem.
I'm going to need a DNA sample.
Better circumstances, Alexx?
You got that right, Horatio.
19 years young.
Hmm. Detective said
he just got accepted into Vanderbilt Busy School
working toward a pilot license.
Flew solo for the first time yesterday.
Went out to celebrate with friends.
They say he took one tab of "E."
When he didn't get high, took a handful.
Collapsed at a club called Fate.
( dry chuckle )
And the devil laughed.
So, stomach contents.
Figured you'd want to be here.
Analysis will determine if it's MDP2P.
I guess I'm hoping
that one or two of the pills didn't dissolve
before he expired.
You're hoping for a stamp?
Call me crazy.
All right.
Stamp familiar?
"Please allow me to introduce myself."
Nice going.
If we found a pill with Welmont's company stamp on it,
why are we going to see the cook again?
Because he's weak.
Welmont is the target,
but Kimble is our ammunition.
So much gossip coming out of that complex
I don't know what the truth is.
Well, Carrillo confirms Sewell's alibi
so our sex offender's out as a suspect.
And these guys gave up their clothes way too easily.
Yeah, that's never good.
I don't know, I mean, you saw the blood in that condo.
There is no way a killer got out of there
without getting bloody.
And Carrillo confirmed with Mrs. Meyers
that Herb Rines left Betty's place at around 9:00.
She didn't see a drop of blood on him.
And the DNA on the semen matches Herb.
Which confirms his story.
I don't know.
Maybe someone saw Betty after Herb left.
But then Marty has ice plant wedged in the sole of his shoe
so he doesn't have time to clean it
yet it's KM negative.
I can't believe this.
It's a dead end.
Not quite.
"This is to inform you
"the codicil to your will has been completed and signed
and is effective as of November 4, 2002."
( soft chuckle )
Leo Kling was right.
Betty changed her will.
But Pearl Abrams
did not kill her sister.
Yeah, well, somebody did.
( knocking at door )
Kimble, Miami-Dade.
Come on out.
( knocking )
Locked.
Wait a minute.
This is fresh.
Paging Dr. Welmont.
CAINE: Cluster wounds.
Right on the money.
Didn't even have time to fight back.
That's right, because he was sitting
with somebody he trusted, wasn't he?
You know what, get the Bullard.
Body heat.
Passenger side.
It's fading
but it's still evident.
93 degrees.
Murderer was just here.
Mm-hmm. Now show me the legs.
Braced himself for the stabbing.
Got the outline of a back.
Probably used it for leverage.
Wait a minute.
I got a disruption.
What the hell is that?
You know what?
I'm going to get this back to the AV lab
and try to enhance it.
Do that.
When you've eliminated all the suspects
and the evidence doesn't make sense
it's just nice to put it in context.
Yeah, and we know all of this blood is Betty Rosen's.
So we reevaluate the "how" to get us to the "who."
It's a lot of spatter.
We don't have
to string every drop.
I know, just enough
to determine the point of origin.
Let's walk it.
Yeah.
Well, spatter starts high.
Consistent with the beginning of attack.
Blunt force object, the countertop.
Right, now if she turned and fell
laying here for a while where she created this blood pool.
At some point she got up
moved down the hallway...
to here.
Another blow area.
Blood smears here.
There's another spatter pattern here on the table
where, again
she fell to the ground.
Making another pool of blood.
The spatter in this room
radiates in a complete circle.
Leaving no space
for anyone else to be in the room.
All this blood, unable to move, I guess.
She laid there until she died.
Mm-hmm.
Well, the stabber was definitely in the seat
next to Greg Kimble.
It's only a three degree difference
in temperature between the two.
My only problem is that disruption.
I don't know why it's there.
Something seems to be impeding
the heat absorption.
Zoom in on it again.
Is that a...
That's a carcinoma.
( beeping )
And we've got a match. Good.
Catching your cancer, Dr. Welmont
has become your undoing.
What is this?
This is a thermal image that places your client
in the murder vehicle.
High tech.
He saw an injured man at one of his properties,
tried to revive him.
That's cute, that's one for my book.
Mm-hmm, me, too.
And the pill that killed a 19-year-old boy
has his company logo on it.
Diamond Sun symbol's
as prevalent as "hang ten" in Miami.
Besides...
none of this ties Dr. Welmont to this homicide.
How about his knife?
We know he carries one for protection.
He travels into some fairly dangerous neighborhoods
to visit his properties.
Did you bring your knife or did you lose it?
Dr. Welmont is doing everything he can
to cooperate in this matter.
How commendable.
I don't believe this smooth operator
would hand over a knife with traces of blood on it.
I'm not interested in the blood. Speed.
Digital pictures, every angle, and get them to me.
You got it.
An accident?
How can that be?
We're so sorry, Pearl.
Pearl, um, may we ask you about Betty's will?
What will?
Betty changed her will and set up a trust
commencing at the time of her death.
For whom?
For you.
Well, you'll be
well cared for now.
She always did take care of me.
I'm the youngest.
You look a lot like her.
She loved wearing her hair down her back, just like you.
( camera clicking )
CAINE: Okay, now, here we go.
Let's highlight the hilt.
Good. Now highlight the bruises on each side of the wound.
Excellent. Now, drag the hilt over to the wound.
Nice work.
WELMONT: Okay, what am I looking at?
This is the hilt from your knife.
It marked every wound.
Cluster stabs
up close, fast and furious.
You're not shy, are you?
I swear I'm never going to tell these guys a thing.
I know.
Here's the irony.
Had you not been kind enough
to provide me with the murder weapon
I would have been stuck with
negligent homicide for the neighbor.
But as it stands now
I can charge you with murder.
And I haven't even gotten to the 19-year-old who OD'd.
So what are you saying?
I'm just saying, thanks.
WOODS: Hey.
Forgot to get your signature on the evidence release card.
For the X pill in our 19-year-old.
You got me.
Heard you nailed the bad guy.
That we did.
I guess timing is everything.
All right, wait a minute.
You're still unsettled.
This isn't about our victim, is it?
You know, Alexx, for me it is about the victims.
Especially the ones who die too young, too soon.
You know?
But as always, good work.
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