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Rookie was trying to move the homeless guy along
when he figured out why he was screaming.
Looks like a decade of skag
and skin popping.
Yes, but it's not an O.D.
There's no foam around his mouth and nose.
You see that? Mmm.
Take a look at that syringe.
There's no blood in it.
That's right, and that's 'cause
it's not a junkie syringe.
Junkie syringe is one cc, tops.
That's ten; it's huge.
Maybe the guy is a glutton.
Maybe.
Junkie or not...
somebody killed this man.
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We got a Carl Aspen.
A long record.
A few possession charges, mostly assault
and battery.
Looks like he got the battery this time.
Lacerations on the face and lip.
I saw a couple of torn nails
so I bagged his hands.
May be able to get some scrapings.
Horatio.
And what do we have there?
It's damp.
Maybe from the substance inside the syringe.
How much is there?
$203.
Well, that rules out money as a motive.
Alexx, do you have a time of death?
No corneal cloudiness
so, approximately an hour to two hours ago.
That makes it between 4:00 A.M. and 6:00 A.M.
So, Carl here
was looking to score, needed money,
but jumped the wrong person, didn't he?
Eric.
What's up, H?
That's a pencil, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
( shutter clicks )
Looks like it's been chewed up.
It's got teeth marks.
Okay, let's process it
for saliva and epithelials.
You got it.
Screen this for opiates.
Hey.
I think I found the cause of death.
Before you
open him?
Cervical fracture.
Looks like somebody snapped his neck.
( choking and grunting )
Have you tested under his nails for skin?
Just about to.
Wait a minute.
His hand wasn't like this on the scene.
You think that's parasite activity?
Not like I've ever seen.
That's got to be a chemical burn, though, right?
But that would have presented immediately.
Alexx?
There's only one thing I know
that burns like that.
Radiation.
We can't stay here. Got to notify
the team; they may have been exposed, too.
( alarm blaring )
WOMAN: We have an emergency situation.
Please find the closest exit, and evacuate as quickly
and as safely as possible.
I don't think this is a fire drill.
( alarm continues blaring )
( phone ringing )
Yeah, I was just leaving.
Checking up on me?
SPEEDLE: Turn around.
Why are you standing there?
What's wrong?
Listen, Horatio and Alexx
found radioactivity on the victim.
How bad?
Nobody knows yet.
RMs are going to be here any second.
They're setting up a Hot Zone outside.
So, hurry up, all right?
WOODS: It's eating through his flesh.
Odorless, tasteless and invisible.
Too many neutrons destabilize the atom.
All those atoms ripping apart, releasing energy.
Makes you wonder what it's done to us.
Just hope it hasn't rearranged our DNA.
Here's Radiation Management.
Waiting for us?
You better believe it.
( Geiger counter clicking )
Definitely have an air contaminant in here.
We think the hand is the source.
( louder and faster clicking)
Ooh, hot hand.
Medium-level radiation.
( clicking intensifies )
Let's make this sucker safe.
WOODS: What's in that coffee maker?
DE SOTO: Cerrobend.
A soft-melting alloy.
Neutralizes the radioactive particles.
Kind of like freezing it.
We should get you two to Scrubdown.
Roger that.
Okay, let's get the CDC to quarantine the crime scene
till we know what we've got. Right.
You're both negative for radioactivity.
So, that means we just need to contain
the contaminated evidence, right?
And clean the dirty air.
This will tell us if it's nuclear,
medical, or right out of the ground.
Let me ask you a question.
Could you administer
radioactive material by syringe?
Radiation therapy for cancer patients.
Attacks tumors.
Junkie mistook radioactive isotopes
for pharmaceutical narcotics.
Possible. It's not like it glows, or anything.
Syringes aren't marked.
A junkie could mistake it for anything.
What's this?
Some grade-A smack?
I just won the Lotto.
All right.
Let's go.
( siren blaring )
Delko has definitely been exposed.
But to what?
There are hundreds of types
of radioactivity.
Well, it basically breaks down like this.
Say you have a pencil.
You put that on your skin, that'll wash right off
'cause it's an alpha particle.
It's low-level radiation.
You have a pen, that's a beta particle.
Has more energy.
That will sink into something.
And then you got gamma, which is totally toxic.
Goes right through you.
Burns you from the inside out.
So, we don't know if it went on Delko, in Delko
or through Delko.
SPEEDLE: Alpha, beta or gamma.
Delko could have inhaled that radioactivity off that money
and not even had a clue.
So, maybe our vic jumped somebody
who was delivering
radiopharmaceuticals.
DE SOTO: Any trained delivery guy would have handed it over
and notified the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.
That would make sense,
but I haven't heard anything from the NRC
about anything yet.
So, you're looking for a thief
who steals radioactive isotopes.
Mm-hmm. In syringe form.
The guy is a thief.
He's going to take as many as he can.
Radioactive materials.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
You thinking terrorism?
I think the doses are too low.
Come on, let me show you the money.
( high-pitched beeps )
You ready? Yup.
DE SOTO: Iodine 131 at the end of its half-life.
Low-level radiation.
Okay, you guys should be okay.
Good.
I want to check the pencil first
and then I'll get it back to you, all right?
Okay.
What's up?
The guy said my exposure
was equal to what a pilot gets
on a flight to Paris.
Next time, take the trip to Paris.
It'll be easier on all of us.
Tell me about it.
I heard radioactivity can cause temporary infertility.
So, you and your girlfriend
are temporarily in luck.
Yeah, or permanently screwed.
Hey, heard you were worried about having children.
This should keep you safe.
The bell rings if you get near radiation.
That was nice.
"B. King."
Okay.
It's Belle King.
Practicing attorney.
Specializing in environmental law.
All righty.
( buzzer )
( dog barks )
WOMAN: Who is it?
It's the Miami Dade Police Department.
( buzzing )
( dog barking )
Let me see your badges.
Okay.
Sorry about that, but, uh, you can never
be too careful.
So, what can I do for you, officers?
Belle King?
Yes, that is me.
Ms. King, we have a warrant
to search your premises.
Well, whatever it is you are looking for
my position is it's covered by attorney-client privilege,
work product included.
We're not here to talk about your clients.
We're crime scene investigators.
I'm placing a call to the issuing judge.
Thank you.
( Delko's Geiger counter beeping )
Whoa.
What the hell is...?
Is that me?
It can't be you.
Ten times the level of the lab.
What'd the doctor say?
The doctor said that we have a murder victim
who has less than one week to live,
but she is not contagious.
Let's find Eric and tell him to process
the cash from the crime scene.
It's safe to touch now.
Calleigh, let's go to Belle's home.
Iodine 131 decays into normal iodine.
That's what you're looking for.
Iodine reacts to sulfur.
I'll put some in my kit.
Put some in mine, too. Okay.
Speed, let's go to Belle's office
and see if any of her enemies left her a warning.
You got it.
All right, man.
Hey.
No silver jumpsuit, hmm?
I guess that means
I'm... I'm all better.
Well, um...
you've actually ingested some isotopes.
An isotope called Iodine 131.
The stuff they use for cancer therapy?
Mm-hmm.
But I haven't ingested anything.
And even if I did ingest a little bit
of Iodine 131, it wouldn't kill you.
Actually, you've ingested quite a bit of it.
Well, how much?
It's my understanding that at these concentration levels...
How much?
Um...
roughly equivalent to what four patients
undergoing radiation treatment ingest
in, say, a six-month period.
( gasps )
( heart beating )
Somebody's making a mistake.
This... this can't be true.
I didn't eat
or drink Iodine 131.
We think you were poisoned.
Now, the doctor is coming in to...
How long?
We think you have about a week.
( gasps )
I'm sorry.
Not even enough time for all my hair to fall out.
I'm sorry.
Is there somebody I can call?
Uh...
Yes. My parents, my sister.
Okay.
I'll call them. Never mind.
Now, I'm going to need to ask you some questions, too.
Like who would want to kill me? Mm-hmm.
That would be a good place to start.
I'm going to need a list of your clients
and any of the companies
that you filed suit against recently,
and how about enemies.
Well, that's a long list.
You meet with any of them yesterday?
I met with Twin Creeks power plant.
Just sued for plume contamination.
They hate me.
Did they bring you anything to drink?
No.
But, uh, I had coffee at my next meeting
with a nuclear weapons facility, Elkwood.
They bring you the coffee?
No, actually I got it from a vending machine,
and if you keep interrupting me,
I'm never going to get through my list of enemies. Go on.
Right before lunch,
I met with Risher Pharmaceuticals.
They're guilty of unsafe toxic disposal,
misplaced isotopes, and-- this is my favorite--
confusing isotopes
so patients are injected with the wrong dosages.
No meals, no drinks.
Not even a glass of water?
I'd tell you.
Nothing.
How are you feeling?
Not very hungry.
Yeah, we got threatening phone calls,
stupid letters-- mostly from other lawyers.
Belle kicks ass.
Yeah, I've seen these articles.
Does a lot of pro bono work, huh?
She's helped a lot of people.
Who would do this?
Who is that sick?
( drawer rattling )
Can you tell me what's in this drawer?
Personal stuff.
Well, do you mind unlocking it?
Thank you.
Hmm...
Chickens?
Yes.
That's Mary Ann, Linda
and Jean.
You supply the neighbors with eggs?
People pay me what they can.
CAINE: We okay?
Air's clean.
If there's any Iodine 131 left in there,
it's lost all its potency.
Just let one of your CSIs in.
( chuckles )
Thank you, gentlemen.
Okay. Thank you.
( chickens clucking )
Whoa.
Would you mind putting these on?
Okay?
Calleigh.
I, uh, checked all the dishes
in the sink with sulfur.
There was no reaction.
There's no sign of iodine so far.
Okay.
You collect hourglasses.
Yeah.
My dad got me this one to remind me
not to work on the weekends.
It lasts for five days.
You just received flowers.
From "A friend."
Sometimes people like to say thanks anonymously.
I don't question it if it's nice.
Helps to balance out all the hate mail.
Speaking of, there's a...
a nice one from Newhouse, Getty and Cooly.
Who's Sam Carver?
An angry father lashing out at the world, not me.
Where are my glasses?
Good thing I didn't get that laser surgery
to correct my nearsightedness.
"If you ever try
"to contact us again, I will kill you...
and that's a promise."
Yeah, he wrote that right after his oldest son died.
It was horrible.
I still wanted to fight for Hank.
He's seven now,
and he's doing fine.
We worked everything out.
So you did contact him again.
And we worked everything out.
In fact, Janet even leaves me fresh orange juice
every couple of days
to celebrate the clean new water.
Did she do that yesterday?
Yeah.
Did you drink it?
Okay.
Calleigh, can you come in here please.
It's positive for iodine.
CAINE: Recently, Belle won
a class action suit
for you against the power plant
for $200,000.
So I guess I'm a little confused
as to why there's still
hard feelings.
But there aren't.
Okay.
"If you ever try to contact
"us again, I will kill you,
and that's a promise."
She dragged her feet on the case.
Holding out for more money.
She had a responsibility to everyone in the lawsuit, Sam,
not just us.
While our oldest son died.
It's true.
We could have used
an early settlement to move,
for Michael's last days.
But we're in a better neighborhood now,
and our other son Hank, he's in a real good school.
One with wheelchair access.
Okay, the problem
Mrs. Carver, is that your husband is still very angry
with Belle.
Aren't you, sir?
$200,000.
Does that seem like enough money
for a child's life to you?
Of course not.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I see no holes or striations.
But there is something else we can try.
We take the empty orange juice container
and...
turn to good old...
H2O.
There you go.
So someone has injected this with a syringe, haven't they?
Sam Carver shoots a needle through plastic.
Why not just pour isotopes directly into the juice?
Because I don't think it was Sam Carver.
I think someone else injected it.
The Carvers are innocent.
The Carvers are innocent,
and we are looking for somebody
who knows their way around a syringe.
Eric, you get anything?
17 prints so far.
No matches on AFIS.
But I did get this.
CAINE: What is that?
Numbers I hope.
I don't know if they're from a credit card
or a bank card.
Could have come straight out
of the killer's wallet.
Could lead us straight back
to him hopefully, huh?
Looks like 16 numbers.
Eric, your genius knows no bounds.
There you have it.
Nice going.
I'll call the credit card company,
see whose cash this is.
George Risher? Mm-hmm.
CEO of Risher Pharmaceutical.
Yeah, I know who he is.
I have a class action suit against him
for contaminating groundwater.
1,000 homeowners.
I'm asking $128 million.
Hey.
Are you okay?
You know what, come here.
You need to get some rest now.
You need to spend some time
with friends or family,
and let me handle this, okay?
Did you know Horatio was the first CSI?
He was... the what?
In Hamlet.
When Hamlet was poisoned and dying,
he asked his best friend Horatio
to tell the world
who murdered him.
Okay, I'll tell the world.
But first, I'm going to go talk to Risher,
and I'll call you later.
Miami Dade Police.
We'd like to see George Risher.
May I ask what this is about?
Tell Mr. Risher it's about Belle King.
You know, if that woman come by here again,
I will have to call security.
Why would you do that?
She's, um... a nut case.
She's been driving
my boss crazy.
I'll go get Mr. Risher.
You do that.
Three blocks from where Carl Aspen was murdered.
Yeah, three blocks from where Iodine 131 first showed up.
Mm-hmm. And 20 feet...
20 feet from where it's being distributed
as we speak.
This is a new lock.
How can you tell?
CAINE: See in here?
This is freezer burn.
You would spray Freon in
to disrupt the lock internally.
Maybe Risher's in so much hot water already
he didn't report it.
Maybe he staged a break-in to cover up.
George Risher.
What's this about?
This is about your involvement in a murder, Mr. Risher.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
My office.
Thank you.
Lock here is busted, too.
Makes sense.
It's where they keep
all the radioactive material.
Yeah, in the fridge with their soft drinks.
Oh, God.
Can you imagine drinking
in our lab?
Well, it is a wonderful way to ingest
all sorts of chemicals
and biologicals.
Can you hand me the scale.
Yeah. Anything recognizable?
An earring, a Frito and this.
Looks like dirt from a heavy tread shoe or boot.
So, let me get this straight, Mr. Risher,
you did have a break-in
but you failed to report it to the police?
Needed time to do an inventory.
Figure out what, if anything was missing.
And something was missing, wasn't it?
Like four or five syringes with Iodine 131.
How did you know that?
We found a $20 bill on a dead mugger
with your credit card impression on it.
This conversation is over.
No, it's not.
Not yet.
You...
stand to lose $128 million
if Ms. King wins her suit against you, right?
I'll have security show you out.
It would be convenient
if she disappeared.
Ms. King is playing David and Goliath.
She hasn't a single piece of solid evidence against us.
As for this dead person with
my money and my medicine,
thank you very much for solving our break-in.
If I find out that you did this,
I'm going to make it my mission to get you.
Progress?
Yeah.
The mystery goo
we found on the floor of Risher's lab
is made up of nitrogen phosphoric acid,
potassium and methyl sulfide. So, in other words...
Chicken dung.
Okay, so Risher cuts through Belle's backyard,
doses her OJ
and then tracks chicken remnants back to his lab.
Delko... It's not that big a deal.
If you would have
thought about it, you would have come up
with same conclusion. It's your nose.
You think this could be from the iodine exposure?
That's probably stress-related.
Beta contamination does not cause nosebleeds.
That's easy for you to say.
You didn't breathe in radioactive money.
You spent a lot of time in those canals
swimming through radioactive crap.
So I wouldn't be too concerned
about a little nosebleed.
Yeah, and the RM guys
gave you a clean bill of health,
and you do get nosebleeds
in high-pressure situations.
Speedle, did you want
to tell us something?
I want to show you something.
Now, I got these pictures from Belle's home office.
That's Risher's place.
And Risher's lab documents.
These are night vision.
Yeah, and my guess it's probably after hours.
Yeah, Belle shouldn't have these pictures.
She sure couldn't have taken them without permission.
It means the chicken dung in Risher's office
could have come from Belle.
Right so if she breaks in,
takes these pictures
and steals radioactive iodine.
Okay, I understand the documents,
but why take the iodine?
Analyze it...
to prove Risher has shabby security.
To kill herself.
I mean, maybe she's a martyr
for her cause. She wouldn't be the first.
Lady does like the press.
CAINE: I don't agree.
SPEEDLE: These pictures could put Belle
inside Risher's lab.
And according to some chickens,
right in front of the refrigerator
with missing iodine. Mm-hmm.
H, all the evidence points to the fact
that Belle took these pictures.
I understand.
But something's not right.
We're missing something.
What are you doing?
I'm going to take these into evidence.
Oh... come on, Horatio.
I can't win my cases
with illegally obtained documentation.
Breaking into that bastard's lab
would be against the law.
And besides, I'm not that brave.
We found some film in your office
with pictures of the Risher lab on it.
And?
You want to tell me about it?
Do you have sources on the street?
Mm-hmm.
Well, then, you know.
I can't give up this person.
They're helping me get the bad guys.
Okay.
How are you feeling?
Never better.
But you might want to hurry.
I will.
SPEEDLE: I look for reflections--
a hand or fingertip captured holding the document.
Anything to tell us who took these pictures
other than Belle.
How'd the shoe treads turn out?
It didn't. No match.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Guess we were wrong.
Hang on a second.
Is that the door to the lab?
Mm-hmm.
Go tight on that.
( beep )
That's a levered dead bolt.
There's no evidence of Freon.
You got the picture?
So that's the old lock...
And that's a new lock, isn't it?
So if she took the pictures
she didn't break in to do it, did she?
Somebody let her in.
Which means she's protecting an insider.
You know, when I found the film
it was in a heart-shaped chocolate box.
Maybe that's how they communicated.
You also found
a camera in her office, right?
So if the insider
was the one who sent her the film...
Maybe the insider took the pictures.
Where's the camera?
It's on its way to the fingerprint lab.
Call them.
BELLE: Here you go.
Here. Come on.
You misled me, Belle.
Didn't you?
You... have a source...
inside Risher.
And I want to know who it is.
He has nothing to do with this.
No? Mm-mm.
He took the pictures,
he knows where they store the iodine,
he's involved and I want his name.
He'd never hurt me.
Belle, either you give me his name,
or I'm going to get it myself.
If you expose my source,
my evidence will be inadmissible
and it'll ruin my case against Risher.
I think he poisoned you.
I'm one victim.
Do you know how many other people will be killed by Risher?
Right now, my concern is you.
There's not a single fingerprint on this.
It's probably wiped down.
Lenses are such
a good place for fingerprints.
CAINE: Why is this blurry?
Wait a minute.
This has a diopter on it.
Diopters refer to the curvature of the lens.
Increase the diopter, the lens gets thicker,
the curvature greater, redirecting the light,
making the image appear larger and in focus.
Just like putting on a pair of glasses
and this one... is set for farsightedness.
So what?
Belle is nearsighted.
I need the Risher employee list
complete with medical records.
I'll narrow it down to farsighted employees.
Okay, I'll call a judge and get a warrant.
Eric, start taking swabs.
To match with what?
We didn't get any DNA off the pencil.
Oh, I think I know where else to look.
ALEXX: The isotope has become harmless.
Still, you do realize this is a long shot.
I know.
I have no idea if the lead
is compromising the epithelials.
All I need is one.
Like I said
long shot.
Must have been quite a fight.
( muffled screams )
Cause it looks like
I have a pretty nice hunk in there.
So we have a killer.
Horatio?
Mm-hmm.
14 employees at Risher are farsighted.
Only one with this DNA, though.
H. Got it. I got the match.
I'm sorry this is the employee...
This is Miami Dade police.
Get out of the way.
Hey!
That's private property.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything that you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.
HORATIO: We found your skin
underneath the victim's fingernails.
These are called alleles
and there's a 100% match.
I worked in medicine.
I know about DNA.
Do you?
Mmm. It's an exciting field
isn't it?
Yeah. But that's not
what we're here to talk about, Parker.
We're here to talk about the fact that
you got mugged the night that you were planning
a murder of your own.
Don't hurt me!
I got money, I got money.
I got money on me. Here.
That's nothing, that's nothing.
What's this?
Some grade-A smack?
I gave him my money.
Money that you used
from the Risher coffee run, right?
He wouldn't back off.
Self-defense.
Oh, yeah,
self-defense.
You were trying to defend
the other four syringes of Iodine 131.
Snapped his neck, left the cash, then took your syringes
over to Belle's.
( muffled scream )
Now, Parker, I have a question for you.
Do you have a crush on Belle?
Because, see, once we do
a full handwriting analysis,
I'm certain we're going to get a match
between your office stationary
and the anonymous flower card.
She, uh... tricked me...
into doing things for her.
Thanks.
Things like breaking into Risher to gather evidence.
That kind of thing?
She pretended to like me to get what she wanted.
I told her how I felt about her
and she just... she just cares about sick people.
Just cared about sick people.
So you spiked her orange juice
to get her attention.
I loved her.
Enough to love her to death?
I thought if she were dead...
I could forget about her.
Well, that is a plan.
But it didn't turn out that way, did it?
You'll have the next 50 years
in a six-by-six cell to work on it.
Belle.
You were right.
About what?
Your pictures of Risher confirmed that he's dirty.
So he was dumping waste.
Mm-hmm. That's right.
And my evidence was obtained with a warrant.
So now I can prove it in court. How about that?
Horatio?
Mm-hmm?
Tell the world.
I will.
Horatio?
Mm-hmm?
Thank you.
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