( moaning )
( fly buzzing )
What's that noise?
It's the waves crashing on the beach.
( giggling )
Since when do oceans hum?
( buzzing continues )
Wait.
( fly continues buzzing )
( buzzing continues )
( screams )
A guy and his coworker found her this morning.
Well, they've obviously cleaned the room
before they checked in, right?
Yeah, typical maid service--
scrub the surface.
Scrubbed the surface
but left the dead body under the bed.
So what do we know about our previous occupant?
No face-to-face booking.
Sent the victim to pay.
And who is our victim?
Pocketbook and clothes were missing
but the Assistant Coroner okayed a live scan of her prints.
Susan McCreary.
A string of priors for prostitution
Looks like she was working the street.
Not anymore.
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75 degrees.
WOODS: With her liver temp
that puts time of death
between 7:00 and 9:00 last evening.
Victim was stabbed repeatedly.
Slim, sharp implement.
What do you think? A knife or scissors?
Width of the wounds could match either.
She wasn't stabbed under here.
There's not enough room and there's no blood present.
On the bed's the next logical choice.
Yes, but there would be spatter on the night stand
and the wall and the sheets would be soaked.
I got the sheets from the maid.
There's no visible stains.
I bagged them anyway.
Bag that bedspread, too, will you?
What do we have here?
That's blood...
and somebody tried to wipe it away.
Not the only surface he scrubbed.
Body smells like cardamon.
It's a spice.
I use it in a mean South African curry
but it's also used as a scent in soaps.
Scented soaps.
Okay.
SPEEDLE: The maid did say that the renter boosted a couple of towels
and a washcloth.
What about used soap?
Yeah, he took that with him, too.
You know what? Let's green-light this tub.
Cardamon soap.
Whoa.
You got something?
Yeah.
Looks like he washed her.
That would explain the clean body
and the missing towels, wouldn't it?
Well, he didn't notice these.
Uniform found them in the Dumpster outside.
Well, I guess they could be the victim's.
They fit the lifestyle.
GAUBERT: Don't worry.
Officer Saxon didn't touch anything else.
We'll take it from here, gentlemen.
I guess I got to go check the Dumpster now.
Do that next.
Hey, what do we got?
Attempted carjacking or robbery.
German tourist couple.
They stopped for directions.
Now, that's the wife, Greta Roebling.
Husband's Werner
and they're here
on a short vacation from Stuttgart.
Oh, another slam from the European press.
"Miami: Deathtrap Under The Palms."
Did the wife see the shooting?
No. She said a masked man approached
her side of the car and then shot her husband.
Body's still in the car?
No. Husband fled, shooter ran after him
and he left his body on the floor of the garage bay.
Well, if it's a carjacking, why chase a guy
who's already abandoned his car?
Exactly. That's the first of many questions.
How about I take the car, you take the garage?
We'll meet up at the body when the M.E. shows up.
Sounds good.
I got blood spatter in the car
but no bullets.
Also, got a smear on the rearview mirror.
There's no sign of the M.E.?
No. Stuck on the Venetian Causeway.
The bridge wouldn't close.
Would you believe?
Hmm. So how many times was this guy shot?
I'm only seeing one wound.
A small entrance behind the ear
possible exit through the mouth.
Gosh, it's hard to imagine him
running all the way in here with a shot in the head.
Anything's possible.
Did you find any bullets in here?
No, but check out these blood patterns.
Now, it doesn't look like a shoe
but it's hard to say where it's from.
And the spatter on the back of this truck
is even harder to place.
Looks like high velocity from the gunshot.
That would put a second shot in here
and that doesn't track with the body.
DUQUESNE: Or his head wound
in relation to the truck.
Aah, we need to get at this body.
WOODS: 23 stab wounds in all.
Some of them look tentative.
Till he got the hang of it.
Yeah. The majority of the wounds
are deep penetrations.
What's your cause of death?
Exsanguination from a sharp force injury
that severed the aorta.
Not much external blood loss, though, huh?
Right. Aorta bleeds out
into the chest cavity.
Which would have helped the killer with his cleanup.
You think he could have known that?
You find him and ask him.
Hmm.
Adhesive, right?
Yeah. Wrist, ankles and mouth.
Okay, so he picked her up
gagged her, taped her, went to town.
How about sexual assault?
No vaginal tearing, no signs of semen.
Guy went to a lot of trouble
for no apparent personal or sexual motive.
How about the joy of just taking a life?
That's always good. Okay.
Anything else from the Dumpster?
Just the victim's clothes.
Pipes from the tub were a bust.
I found traces of drain cleaner.
So it would have dissolved any DNA he might have left.
What about right here?
Right in the center.
I'm about to test it.
Never go naked on the hotel bedspread.
Lucky for us, some people do, right?
Keep me posted.
I'll go check her personal effects.
The smear on the center of the bedspread was mold.
A type that wasn't on anything else at the bungalow.
Maybe the killer brought it in with him.
But not off his body.
Could be transfer from some kind of cover
he used to keep the mess down.
He did get sloppy about one thing.
We found a bloody fingerprint on the victim's belt.
Guy in the system?
A Cole Judson.
A prior knife assault on a woman 12 years ago.
Not his first time.
Let's make it his last.
CAINE: Excuse me.
We're looking for Cole Judson.
Um, yeah, he's probably out back
helping me out with my fence.
Does he work for you?
No. I'm the landlord.
This guy pulls in six figures
and his way to unwind is hacking at wood.
Go figure.
You guys the police?
Yes, we are.
Where would that be?
Right around back.
Just follow the screams.
His stepkids believe in expressing themselves.
Thank you.
( laughter )
Cole Judson?
Detective Gaubert, Miami-Dade Police.
Horatio Caine, CSI.
You're under arrest
for the murder of Susan McCreary.
You have the right to remain silent.
WOMAN: Cole?
Anything you say
can be used against you...
What are they doing?
Wendy, call our lawyer.
Cole? You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford...
Everything's going to be okay.
the court will appoint you one.
What are you doing?
Cole would never
hurt anyone.
Mrs. Judson, your husband
will be transported downtown
where he will be booked.
In the meantime, I have a warrant
to search your residence.
This, this can't be right.
You're wrong.
( typing )
DUQUESNE: There's our shooter.
DELKO: Yeah, with a mask
leaving us no facial ID.
But I can ID our our odd print
on the floor.
Perforations on the glove
appear to match the pattern we found
in that blood smear.
So the shooter lost his footing.
Which confirms the wife's story.
Shooter approached her side of the car
and shot the husband.
But we still can't see where the husband was hit.
Oh, it's riveting
but what I really want is a call from Alexx.
Easy, girl.
You will get your bullet.
WOODS: Sorry, Calleigh.
Your second bullet was fragmented.
It's a small caliber.
.22, probably.
There's no hope for comparison.
But the good news is
I've got your first bullet.
DUQUESNE: He was shot in the mouth?
( gunshot )
WOODS: Oh, yeah.
Well, I have never seen anything like this before.
WOODS: Never forget your first time, do you?
It's intact, that's a good sign.
Came to rest
in the back of his throat.
DUQUESNE: That would explain
all the blood spatter on the back of the truck.
He would have been spitting cup fulls of blood
with a wound like that.
Over 40 arteries and veins
inside the oral pharynx and the buccal mucosa.
DUQUESNE: He was hiding from his killer.
( coughing )
Who's this?
SPEEDLE: That's the ex-husband.
Hmm...
the ex-husband.
That's interesting.
I'll keep them for a few days, all right, Wendy?
Don't worry.
This is a mistake, Michael.
It, it's crazy.
Anytime, the middle of the night
5:00 in the morning, I'm there for you, okay?
If you need me.
Yeah.
If there's anything I can do...
We'll let you know. Thank you.
Bye, sweetie.
Are you aware that your husband has a record
for a knife assault on a woman?
No, that's not right.
It can't be.
Cole could never do what you're accusing him of.
Can you tell us where he was last night?
He was, he was at his weekly sales meeting.
Every Wednesday till 9:00.
Could you give us a contact at his office?
Yeah. Let me get it.
Thank you.
Surprise, surprise.
What's up?
Cole Judson didn't work late on Wednesday.
He never does.
So he's two for two on lies to his wife.
Okay.
Please, you have to believe me.
I don't know what you found, but you're wrong.
CAINE: What happened to your finger?
I whacked my nail.
Henry, the little one, put this on me.
Mind if I take a look at it?
Yeah, sure.
The Band-Aid?
Band-Aid.
Thank you.
Where were you last night?
After work
I took a walk on the beach.
It's what I do every Wednesday.
That's not what your wife told us.
Listen, I...
I love being married, I do.
And I adore those kids.
But I steal one night a week for myself and I...
I should have been honest with Wendy about needing it.
What about the girl you stabbed in college?
Oh, my God, Beth?
I never hurt Beth.
Listen, we were young
and we were drunk and we were arguing
and she cut herself.
I took her to the ER to get stitches.
They had to file a report.
Suddenly she was worried about what her family would say
so she said I did it.
Do you, um
recognize this woman?
No.
No?
No.
Excuse me.
DUQUESNE: Our gas station bullet
matched a prior convenience store robbery.
The gun was never recovered.
The adult was convicted, he's still behind bars
but the juvenile accomplice, Malcolm Davidson
served only a few months.
All right, so where's Malcolm now?
At home, with Grandma.
WOMAN: I'm telling you
wherever you think Malcolm was
he was out with me.
I'm not finding any of those clothes.
Hey, Calleigh
come take a look in here.
You find the gun?
No, even better.
DUQUESNE: Originally seen on video.
Mm-hmm. Rinsed off
and stiff from drying, too.
With perforations
that look very similar to that blood pattern
we found on the garage floor.
No way my brother did this.
Okay, so I'm the killer
and I've just wiped down the scene and I'm preparing
to dispose of the victim's clothes
but somehow, some of the victim's blood
has escaped my cleanup, right?
Beef blood? Yup.
Close to human, but not a biohazard.
So, this is how the print...
...should look on the belt.
But take a look at the picture.
Looks the same, like the print you made.
Right, but it's not
because it wasn't made with a bloody fingerprint.
It was made
with oil.
Like this.
And blood was applied...
...later.
Like this.
Allowing the blood to slide off the ridges
and pool in the furrows.
Take a look.
Wow.
Never seen anything like that.
I guess you'd miss it if you didn't know it.
That's right.
So it pays to stay current.
Remember the criminalist from Taos?
The one with the long, black hair?
Mm-hmm. She did a study
and this is how you can frame somebody
with their own fingerprint.
What did the State's Attorney say
when you called them and told them they had the wrong guy?
Well, he said it was a very, very interesting study.
So he's ignoring the science.
Right, and here's why--
because people understand fingerprints
and he is not going to confuse a jury over one study.
So Cole Judson...
Is looking at murder one.
Now, I believe that the killer
left the print behind intentionally
but he left this behind by mistake.
That's my mold from the bungalow.
Cladosporium is a dark mold
commonly found in indoor water space
like Cole Judson's bathroom.
Now, this
is the mold from the shower curtain.
Mold from his bathroom
matches the bungalow?
It's not looking good for Cole.
That's true.
But Cladosporium is a common genus and species
and that would be like saying the killer's a homo sapien.
So, in order to clear Cole Judson
we have to distill this mold down
to the equivalent of a human name.
You're trying to identify
the DNA of the mold?
Yes, I am
which would mean the smear from the bungalow
could only come from a single host colony
like the killer's bathroom.
Mold's a primitive organism.
But if it's biological, it has DNA.
Yeah, but still
isolating DNA is... is going to be rough.
Not as rough as leaving an innocent man
to do time on death row.
Hey. Hey.
You should have gone for Malcolm's closet.
Driving glove I found was a major score.
Yeah, blood was the German husband's
epithelia's match Malcolm
and there was a waxy substance.
A waxy substance? On the glove?
"Castor oil, triglyceride, lanolin, heptan-2-one
red number six barium."
Mm-hmm, I couldn't locate the brand or the manufacturer
but it's definitely lipstick.
Probably Grandma's.
You know, it's bad enough
when you're in that awkward stage
between boy and cold-blooded killer
but it's even worse when Grandma's kiss
links you to the scene.
Are you kidding me?
I found the same lipstick on the German's rearview mirror.
So that doesn't just put him at the scene.
That puts Malcolm inside their rental car.
Except we have the whole crime scene on video
and Malcolm never sets foot in the car.
Okay, so it had to happen before the crime.
But what was he doing in their front seat?
I don't know.
Who was he sitting with?
Christian, you get my message?
We think Cole Judson's being framed.
Any reason someone would want to do that?
Probably be because they don't want to get caught
or they're trying to ruin his life.
It's a theory
or two.
I'm awaiting a mold smear.
Mold smear?
We got a bloody print.
Yes, but we believe
the blood was applied later
and that the print is a forgery.
How do you forge someone's print?
You get them to stick their finger
into something soft, you let it harden
you fill it with epoxy, and then you duplicate the print.
Without their knowledge?
Or you could use an existing print.
From the print store?
Everyday things: tile grout, clay.
You might be surprised.
Mr. Judson
who has access to your apartment?
Wendy and I-- we rent-- so I guess
the building manager or our cleaning lady.
Okay, I guess what I'm asking is who has keys to it?
What does my apartment have to do with anything?
For right now
why don't you let me worry about that, okay?
You know, I wish I could
but I'm going through hell and I didn't do anything.
So I give you our friends, our cleaning lady's name
and what, they're here instead of me?
Okay, the thing is
is that they might be able to help you.
How?
I don't even know what you're looking for.
Does anyone have a reason to frame you?
No.
See, what I'm trying to determine is
whether somebody gained access to your apartment
and took something without your knowledge.
Wendy's ex-husband doesn't have keys
but we came home one day
and found him inside the apartment.
Did he have a reason to be there?
Not at that moment, no.
I brought the kids home, Henry was sick
so I put him in bed.
That's not what Cole and the ex-wife say.
They say you didn't have custody that day.
Okay. All right.
I told the landlady I left my car keys.
She let me in and I looked around.
What were you looking for?
Drugs, pornography.
Wendy married this guy just three days
after our divorce was final.
She just met him five months before that.
Where were you Wednesday night between 6:00 and 9:00 p.m.?
Me?
I was at a cocktail party for a colleague.
We set up around 6:00 p.m.
and I was home shortly after 9:00.
Can anyone confirm your presence at the party?
Everyone.
I was the toastmaster.
The only surprise there is
the ex didn't find a stash of violent porn.
So you think his alibi is going to clear him, huh?
Read the M.E.'s report again.
She was killed at approximately 7:00 p.m.
Approximately 7:00 p.m.
Time of death is always the most fluid aspect of any crime.
I mean, even you should know that.
Now, Cole's fingerprint aside
the only thing that ties him to the crime
and clears the ex...
is time of death, right?
Established by the victim's liver temperature.
Which brings us to room temperature.
When we entered the room
it was 75 degrees, correct?
Perfect for humans and orchids.
Cells look healthy.
As they should at 75 degrees.
But take a look at these cells.
They don't look healthy.
And the reason they're not healthy
is because like her body, they were chilled.
SPEEDLE: Causing the cells to burst and the petals to close.
At 50 degrees or below.
So someone went in and cranked the air conditioning.
Reentered the room
reset the temperature of the room
thereby changing the time of the crime.
I recognize no one.
The shooter wore a snow mask.
Do you know anyone
who would want to hurt you or your husband?
We know no one in Miami.
People told us, "Don't go there.
You'll get shot."
We came. My husband was killed.
I would like to go
and I would like to take my husband with me.
Why don't you just relax, have a sip of water?
Maybe you can think of something
that might help us.
You know, I am tired and I've already told you
everything I know.
I think we have everything
we need. Okay.
Thanks for coming.
Cooling the body made it look like
she died earlier than she did.
Electrical company confirms
there was a spike in kilowatts at that bungalow
from 9:00 p.m. till 12:00.
Okay, whether he killed her
or she was just bound and gagged
our prostitute did not turn up the air by herself.
Putting somebody else in the room with her after 9:00 p.m.
So he killed her
and then waited while her body chilled.
New time of death clears Cole Judson.
Leaving a bitter ex-husband with time to spare.
Let me ask you a question.
How many things do you think we'll overlook in a career?
You?
Less than anyone I know.
Me, fewer because of it.
It's a perfect clue.
And Cole is the perfect guy
to pin it on, isn't he?
No alibi, a rap sheet with a knife assault.
And his wife doesn't know about the prior conviction
but her ex-husband does.
There's a lot of information for sale.
Let's see if he purchased any of it, okay?
DUQUESNE: Castor oil, triglyceride
Heptan-2-one
Pigment Red 68.
But Greta prefers a deeper shade of red.
( chuckles )
Well, lipstick on the glove
was definitely Grandma's.
So the Roeblings are here for two days
and somehow a kid from Liberty City
ends up hanging out in their car?
The same kid who shot the husband.
Okay, so what kind of murder requires an advance meeting?
A hired hit.
The question is:
Who did the hiring?
Husband ended up dead.
But... Malcolm was aiming at the wife.
DUQUESNE: So he's looking straight at Greta.
But is Malcolm recognizing his employer
or is he locking on a target?
I don't know.
It's not quantifiable either way.
No, but this is.
The average person's reaction time
from sensation, perception through response
is one point five seconds.
How do you know that?
Auto insurance studies.
Now, for an unexpected stimulus
the brain needs even more processing time.
Say, for example, if he weren't accustomed
to having someone pull a gun on him.
Exactly.
The video images are shot
at one-thirtieth of a second.
She ducked in one point one seconds.
Olympians aren't even that fast.
So when do good reflexes become intent to kill?
And how, within two days of arriving in Miami
did the wife find a shooter
that she knew wouldn't flip on her?
A glove...
a mirror.
And what does any of this
have to do with me?
DUQUESNE: It has to do with you and your brother Malcolm.
Did you know that heptan-2-one
isn't approved in the United States?
It offers sun protection.
The sun shines in Germany, doesn't it?
You never asked me if I lived in Germany.
State Department was happy to provide that information...
along with your work visa.
DUQUESNE: It was an easy call.
Once we linked your grandmother's lipstick
to its European manufacturer.
I don't understand.
It's chemistry.
It's a gift.
It's like all the other cosmetics
you bought for your grandmother.
Those gifts stopped coming
once you were cut from the Stuttgart Ballet.
And then you took on some private clients.
Like Greta Roebling.
DUQUESNE: You should have limited
your services to teaching dance.
( knock at door )
Wife's ready to make a deal.
She's very opposed to the death penalty
especially when it's applied to her.
I don't like to exercise, not even dance.
I complain and complain.
It's my way.
So, when I told Brian
"I wish my husband were dead"
I didn't mean it literally.
And then Brian said he'd arranged a shooting person.
I said, "Where I come from, ten grand buys you a corpse."
I was talking trash.
She gives me an itinerary.
They're coming here.
Hands me cash for ticket, too.
She booked you
but at any point, you could have said no.
I was broke.
And I had leaned on every friend that I had.
And I swore that I would never end up where I came from.
So you came home to cash out on your little brother's back.
( sighs )
Malcolm... he saw what I had
and he wanted out, too.
But he didn't have a focus.
'Cause he had never worked for anything before.
I said, "Get a fresh strap."
But does he do it? No.
A different gun.
That's looking out for him.
I started with the biggest criminal records company.
All you need is a social and date of birth.
30 bucks buys you a lot of information these days.
That one's out of Jacksonville.
There's no billing to the ex, Michael Giotti
but they did run Cole's criminal history.
This one's bought and paid for
by Cole's landlord, Lee Bastille.
Checking out a tenant's history is not exactly a crime.
Unless you use it to frame them for murder.
BRUNNER: Mrs. Bastille, how long
have you and your husband owned the building?
Uh, three... no, four years.
But I don't know Mr. Judson very well.
Don't you check into your tenant's histories?
Uh, only a credit check.
Sometimes Lee will have me call a reference--
previous landlords.
BRUNNER: Do you manage the building with your husband?
We do pretty much everything together.
Or at least I try.
It sometimes drives Lee crazy
but you have to hold a marriage together.
CAINE: I understand that Mr. Judson
did some work for your husband around the building.
That's why Lee would be able to tell you more about him.
He just left, but I could reach him on his cell phone.
That won't be necessary.
You have a... a forensics buff in the house.
They're Lee's.
He can't get enough.
I think they're disgusting.
No... no offense.
No. None taken.
Could I, um...
could I use your bathroom?
Why are you wearing gloves?
This is cardamom soap, Mrs. Bastille.
Is this yours?
No.
Lee brought it home.
Did he do that recently?
A few nights ago.
Possibly Wednesday?
Did he ask you to use this, Mrs. Bastille?
He didn't ask.
How do you mean?
Well... we've been married almost nine years, and...
I'd accused Lee of being asleep for eight of them.
Then one day he woke up.
It wasn't how I thought it would be.
Is that when the baths started?
And every day since.
Be still.
That's better.
Okay, Mrs. Bastille
I'm going to level with you.
The woman that we found that was stabbed to death
was bathed in cardamom soap by the killer.
I need to know where he was Wednesday night.
He was home.
We always eat at 7:00.
Later he said he got a call from a tenant--
some broken pipes.
Okay, what time was that?
Uh, a little before 9:00.
I... didn't hear the phone ring.
He'll be home any minute.
Okay, I don't want you to worry about that right now.
Here's what I want to do:
I want to search your apartment
but first I want to get you out of here
for your personal safety. Can I do that?
I didn't do anything.
Now, the Judsons were in your building less than a month
before you created the plumbing emergency, right?
And both Wendy and Cole Judson
confirm you insisted on fixing it
with Cole's help.
We found traces of epoxy in the plumber's putty.
Nice job on the print, by the way.
This is from a botanist.
That's correct.
You transferred mold from your bathroom
to the bedspread of the bungalow.
I don't understand...
Check your crime books, my friend.
Mold has DNA.
I was at home with my wife having dinner.
Ask her.
We do the same thing every night.
I mean, we may not look at each other
or talk for days, but we eat
together, 7:00.
While Susan McCreary lay bound, gagged
terrified, but not dead, right?
You left her waiting
while you went home to your wife to set up an alibi.
Later, after you killed her
you dropped her body temp to roll the clock back.
You would have pulled this off without the bloody print
had you not gone too far.
I liked it.
I can see that
evidenced by the bar of soap
that you took home as a souvenir.
Wh...?
You never take soap from hotel rooms?
It's not a crime if you pay for it.
The same doesn't apply
to the women you kill though, right?
Think about it.
What do we do?
Work, sleep, eat the same food, have the same sex
and then do it all over again tomorrow.
I felt dead
until I felt her life slip through my hands.
I was curious.
I'm not a monster.
To her, you were.
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