"What are you doing here?" "A mother-and-daughter girl scout team selling cookies... found the door open, saw the blood and called 911." "Got to be a badge for that, right?" "There's no I.D." "We're running the car outside, and the homeowner's information." "No sign of struggle or disturbance, is there?" "It's the same way in the bedroom ... only it's more disturbing." "Check this." "Got to be a hundred grand in watches." "$100,000 in watches, untouched." "I guess we can rule out robbery." "Vic had to know the killer." "Had my guys check the perimeter." "No signs of forced entry." "Oh ..." "I wouldn't be too sure about that." "1x14 Forced Entry" "Set of expensive clothes, meticulously laid out, possibly for a date." "Maybe the doorbell rang and his date had a little surprise for him." "Which left our vic with severe anal trauma... and lacerations in the distal portion of the rectum." "Do we have a time of death?" "Liver temp was 88.2, so he took his last breath about twelve hours ago." "That would be 11:00 last night." "Okay, Speed ..." "I got about four or five hairs here." "Let's test the sheets for semen." "I've got something on this head wound." "Doesn't look like blood." "It's metallic." "Porsche in the driveway registered to a Richard Lee Hauschild." "The house is listed under Devereaux Jones." "And this watch is engraved to a Mr. Zack Kelsey." "So who the hell is this poor guy?" "That is a very good question, isn't it?" "Welcome to the crematorium." "Thanks, Detective." "Watch your step." "One beaten body." "One or more burned bodies in the crematorium chamber." "What in the world went on here?" "Benito Ramon owned the crematorium." "A funeral director dropping off one of his customers called it in." "Looks like Benito had a side gig going on with the gold fillings." "You check the purse?" "Yeah." "I.D. inside said "Michelle Carter."" "No cash, just some makeup, breath mints, and a dried-out rose." "You better come take a look outside." "Benito must've been dumping the bodies out here... instead of cremating them." "It's like Atlanta;" "there were over three hundred bodies in that one." "We can I.D. them with toe tags, or ankle bracelets from the funeral home." "The Medical Examiner will probably take the lead, so we'll roll out backup." "We stay on homicide." "Bedroom boy has broken blood vessels in both eyes." "Signs of petechiael hemorrhages." "Cause of death?" "Suffocation." "Found a little surprise when I cut the tape off his mouth." "Fabric is our murder weapon." "Either used to shut him up or kill him." "Either way, when he started to struggle for air, it was sucked deeper and deeper into his esophagus... until it had nowhere to go." "This is the tape from his mouth?" "Yeah." "The tape was cut and not torn." "That means we can look for a tool mark somewhere." "He was also sodomized violently-- most likely with a foreign object." "His spleen and colon are both damaged." "What's this?" "Some kind of scar." "Burn, maybe." "Or a tattoo that's been lasered off." "That's what I think." "Seeing as we have no I.D. on this man and there are no prints in the system... how hard would it be to raise that?" "Never tried this procedure myself, but, if the books are right ..." "Well, there you have it." "That is a thing of beauty." "Unique." "Alexx, we're working you double time today, huh?" "I can handle it." "Guy had the hell beat out of him." "His skull is fractured." "Death was likely caused by internal hemorrhaging in the brain." "It was likely caused when his head smashed into this wall." "This'll crush a skull, don't you think?" "Don't know where you are or what's ahead of you but..." "I bet you figured out it wasn't worth it, was it?" "Payback's a bitch, baby." "How many?" "Twenty-seven and counting." "The ones at the bottom are being pieced back together." "I just got back the check I ran on Michelle Carter." "She was reported missing two weeks ago, last seen in a red dress, red purse." "Any of the bodies out back dressed for a night out?" "Nope." "Well, this jerk left a body in the oven." "It looks like it broke down in mid-burn." "Maybe it's Michelle Carter." "Can you guys get a positive I.D. from bones?" "Mitochondrial DNA only gives us maternal lineage." "There's not enough left for facial reconstruction.... but you can run the teeth to check I.D." "Takes three hours for a body to burn through." "The fire has to be between 1,600 and 2,000 degrees fahrenheit... to reduce the body to ash,   usually leaving about four... to eight pounds of bone particles and dust." "I used to think I wanted to be cremated." "Now I don't know." "Looking like the bodies outside are better?" "I don't know." "A casket-- embalmed-- it's not going to look like that." "Hey, either way, ashes to ashes." "How about bloody ashes?" "I've got some fresh blood here." "Blood would've evaporated before the bone broke down." "But even if those are Michelle's bones, it can't be her blood." "I don't know ..." "Benito?" "He's got ash all over his face." "Like Alexx said, payback's a bitch." "All Benito Ramon." "The partial skull from the crematorium chamber." "Palatine sutures have fused endocranially and exocranially." "Now, I'm no forensic anthropologist but I can estimate... this person was over sixty years old." "So Michelle is still missing." "I ran all the blood from inside the chamber." "Belonged to Benito." "He had a fractured skull, broken jaw, clavicle three broken ribs and this ..." "What is it?" "Don't know." "He was holding something." "Cadaveric spasm." "Yeah." "The death grip." "Happens sometimes at the moment of death." "I'm going to need my saw and a microwave." "I had to micro a hand just last week." "Only way we could get the evidence out." "Well, let her rip." "Wait." "Y'all are acting like this is no big deal." "That's someone's hand." "Calleigh, you've picked up body parts before." "Yeah, but I've never microwaved one, and it sort of ... freaks me out that y'all have." "Okay, then." "All in a day's work." "Whoa." "Fireworks." "Must be something metal." "What the hell is this?" "This is a pass to paradise." "Ever heard of a club in South Beach called Canvas?" "Yeah." "I've been there a couple of times." "Yeah." "Me, too." "I spend my whole damn paycheck." "It's worth every dime, though." "Never had one of these." "If you've got a badge, you don't need one." "Speed, how are we doing?" "I'm just staring at a lot of bad tattoos." "You?" "The neighbors say he kept odd hours and had no job." "Well, that's weird." "That phat house?" "All those expensive toys?" "That doesn't look like a prison tat." "No, it doesn't." "There's too much detail." "Have you run it through the database?" "Yeah." "Nothing." "I also checked with Ernie, the guy that did Calleigh's." "Did Calleigh's?" "Yeah." "Not that she's ever going to let anybody see it, but uh," "Ernie thinks this is one-of-a-kind." "Hang on ..." "Designed by ..." "Hang on a minute." "Designed by the tattoo artist that did this one." "That's not our victim." "No, it's not." "But he's got the same tattoo, doesn't he?" "Bring up his criminal history, will you?" "Name is Danny Blue." "Released from prison, get this five days ago... on a robbery conviction." "Shocking." "You know what?" "Let's bring in Danny Blue." "He's going to get the owners." "Did you read the article in Dade Distinctions about this place?" "Two guys from Puerto Rico, they're cousins." "I guess they had a couple of clubs down there, but the article said they were Miami versions of knock-around guys." "Well, you know what they say." "If you own the hottest club in the city, you own the city." "Here come our guys." "Hey, guys." "Michael Guerro, Jarod Parker." "How can we help you?" "Seen either one of these two people?" "Benito Ramon." "Michelle Carter." "No." "Sorry." "What's going on?" "The male had this on him." "That's our VIP palette." "He had it on his body." "He was murdered." "Can we look at your VIP list?" "Sorry, but membership in our club comes with an expectation of privacy, so, yeah, we mind." "It's okay." "We'll come back with a warrant." "Whatever you got to do." "I think we found Michelle." "Thank you." "Okay, Danny Blue, that wasn't too bad, was it?" "Tell me ... do you recognize this gentleman?" "No." "Doesn't ring a bell." "How about this tattoo?" "Pull up your right sleeve, Danny." "Do what your parole officer says, Danny." "So it does ring a bell." "It's ... it's Thomas." "Thomas Carpenter." "What happened to him?" "He and Danny did some robberies together." "Danny got busted." "Spent the last five years in prison." "Without giving up your buddy?" "You guys both have the same tattoo." "You must be pretty close." "Yeah, well, not that close." "No?" "I'm going to need a hair sample, Danny." "Wha ... ?" "Don't you got to get a warrant to do crap like that?" "Not when you're on parole and we have hair samples and... fingerprints from the murder scene." "That's correct." "So either you pull it out, my friend, or I will." "Thank you." "So, Danny, are we going to find your fingerprints at the crime scene?" "I was at his house a couple days ago, but I didn't kill him." "Convince me." "Thomas, come on!" "I don't owe you a damn thing, Danny!" "That's not what I'm saying!" "If you had mentioned my name, you'd be dead now instead of on parole." "Come on." "So you went to Carpenter's to see what he was into." "He turned you down, but you figured he still owed you." "Yeah, he did owe me." "So you killed him." "Not two days ago -- last night." "No, I was at work last night." "All night." "You can check it out." "I intend to." "What was Mr. Carpenter into?" "I don't know." "Some scam -- said it was foolproof." "Been working it about a year." "Look, he didn't get into the details... 'cause he got pissed off at me and he kicked me out." "That was two days ago." "Two days ago ... but your scam wasn't foolproof, was it, Danny?" "You're on parole." "Just by meeting with Mr. Carpenter, you violated a condition, didn't you?" "Detective Bernstein, he's all yours." "How much of this stuff did this guy rip off?" "Judging by the size of this house," "I would have to say most of it, wouldn't you?" "Let's bag that." ""Erin love Leonard."" "Hey, can you add this to the list?" "Sure." "Thank you." "What'd you get?" "I compared Danny Blue's hair sample ... to the hairs I found on the victim's bed." "No match." "So, maybe he was telling the truth." "Oh, and I also compared the swabs..." "Alexx took from the victim's head wound and rectum." "They both had traces of rust." "Likely from a corroded iron pipe." "Okay, excellent." "You know what?" "Let's bag this, too." "You got it." "Hey." "This diamond bracelet?" "Worth about thirty grand." "Reported stolen by a Judy Johnson three weeks ago." "She also reported a 268." "A 268?" "So he's not just a b-and-e guy." "He's a rapist, too." "Gets better." "It gets better than a rapist being raped?" "How?" "He wrapped electrical tape around her hands, ankles and mouth before he sodomized her." "He also gagged her." "So someone used his own M.O. on him, didn't they?" "Yeah." "Makes for poetic justice." "It also makes miss Judy Johnson a suspect." "Except she committed suicide one week after he raped her." "Did she have a distraught boyfriend... or husband hanging around?" "She was married." "She was married?" "Well, let's find the husband then." "Way to go, Riboul." "Michelle Carter in a shallow grave." "Can you believe she was buried under all those bodies?" "I believe it now." "Are those scratches all over her face?" "No." "Postmortem rodent bites." "She might have also been beaten." "I've got something in her hair." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "What's all over her skin?" "Tell you in a sec." "Looks like paint." "It looks like fluorescent paint." "Like the kind of paint they were using at Club Canvas." "If Michelle worked in the paint, she was a dancer at the club." "The owners were lying." "We know your wife killed herself one week after... she was raped, Mr. Johnson." "We're sorry for your loss." "Did you find the guy that did it?" "We think so." "Good." "Charge him with murder." "Better yet, just give me five minutes alone with him." "Well, it would appear that someone's beaten you to the punch, Mr. Johnson." "Saturday night-- where were you?" "Out with some friends." "Why?" "Because someone got revenge on your wife's rapist." "Someone who knew that he tied up his victims with tape, gagged them and sodomized them in their own home." "You think it was me." "Well, whoever it was... knew an awful lot about what happened to your wife." "If it was me, would you blame me?" "Are you saying it was you?" "No." "I thought you brought me in here... to tell me something about Judy's case." "But you're actually... helping the bastard that raped my wife... because someone hurt him, right?" "Are you serious?" "Are you really serious?" "The M.O.'S match exactly." "Of course I know how my wife was raped." "Every detail." "I also know how she died... because I'm the one that found her with the scissors... still stuck in her arm." "Did you say scissors?" "Yes." "Okay, I'm going to need to take a look at those." "You people are unbelievable." "How can you care more about the rapist than his victim?" "The semen samples... taken from Judy Johnson are a dead DNA match... to Thomas Carpenter, which confirms that he raped her, right?" "Yeah." "Check this out." "She wasn't the only one." "There were three other victims." "Three others?" "Were they all robbed?" "Yep." "Okay, well, Danny Blue... said that Carpenter was working on a foolproof scam ... for the better part of a year, right?" "Yeah." "So what's the scam?" "It's my guess that he was making his living as a thief, but getting his power from the rapes." "Medical Examiner confirmed that none of the women... had been raped vaginally -- all sodomized." "And he tells them, if they go to the police, that he'll come back to get them." "So his scam could be that he threatened his victims into silence." "Maybe one of the victims turned the tables on him." "That's possible, isn't it?" "Question becomes who?" "Well, the three other victims left Miami after... they filed police reports." "But Judy Johnson stayed behind and did what?" "She stayed behind and killed herself." "Her husband's alibi check out?" "Not conclusively." "We can nail a grieving husband for killing his wife's rapist." "That's good." "I mean, I think the guy deserves a medal, don't you?" "Let's go find out." "Please be careful." "Would you rather we take the whole thing back... to the lab for processing?" "That won't be necessary." "Crime Scene Investigators Duquesne and Delko... meet Vincent Graziano, legal counsel for the club." "Take note." "We are cooperating with your investigation." "It's funny how warrants bring out the best in people." "List of members, list of employees." "So Benito Ramon was a member, after all." "Says here that Michelle Carter is an employee." "She worked as a painter?" "And if Michelle was an employee, then that would make Jarod a liar." "You've got nothing to hide." "When Michelle was first missing, the police came here asking questions." "When you showed up, I figured that can't be good." "So you decided to make things worse by... hindering our investigation?" "I admit I lied about Michelle, but I was telling the truth about Benito Ramon." "I give my word." "I've never seen him before." "We know how much that means." "We'll be in touch." "How's it going?" "Striations on Judy Johnson's scissors... don't match the striations on Carpenter's tape." "Try these." "Took me longer to process this pair." "So the only DNA I found on the blades was Judy Johnson's." "Nice job, Laura." "She used these to slit her wrists?" "Let's see if the husband used them to avenge her." "Close?" "Not close enough." "Okay, means the husband didn't do it." "Not with those scissors, anyway." "We'll have to go back to the murder weapon." "Which was?" "Fabric." "Cause of death was strangulation." "No surprise here." "The paint in Michelle's hair... matches the paint chips we took from Club Canvas." "Is that a UV photo?" "No." "I took this post-autopsy." "To get the UV photo, all I did was add an ultraviolet filter and flood her face with light." "UV light penetrates the skin... and picks up bruises and marks too deep to be seen under normal light." "Any bruising that's already visible won't show up on a UV photo." "Like that mark on her cheek?" "What is that?" "Looks like a horseshoe." "Or the letter "C."" "As in Club Canvas." "As in the rings Jarod Parker and Michael Guerra both wear." "I'll have Riboul bring them in." "Nice tie." "You're desperate, aren't you?" "Well, you are the king of fibers." "And you are lucky." "These fibers are man-made." "Animal, vegetable or mineral fibers... would be impossible to trace." "Man-made fibers... are produced on machines that leave distinct markings." "And these cross-sectional shapes are unique to that machine." "Both fabrics are made by the same company and, since manufacturers don't duplicate each other's dyes ..." "We identify the dyes, trace it back to a design house might lead us to a suspect." "I've already done all the above." "The dye is made by a company called RGJ textiles." "Now, according to their web site, that fabric is available through... ten different design houses here in Miami." "Did it say which ones?" "No, but I found out for you." "See, a lesser tech would have left it at that." "I, however, am nothing if not thorough." "And yet, your handwriting is terrible." "What does it say?" "Murphy home decor." "Owners are Leonard and Erin Murphy." "Leonard and Erin." "Thomas Carpenter had expensive taste." "But what he can't do is fence an item with someone's name engraved on it." ""Happy Anniversary Erin love Leonard."" "Got to have some sentimental value to these people." "She never reported it stolen." "Maybe she had a good reason not to." "My clients have a club to run." "This is bordering on harassment." "I can assure you it's perfectly legal." "Just the same, I advise them not to answer any of your questions." "That's fine." "I can get the answers myself." "All I need are their rings." "Why?" "You know how much these things cost?" "This is because of Michelle?" "Michael." "What about Michelle?" "You opened the door." "If you don't close it, we will." "I discovered Michelle." "The deal was, she would work exclusively for us." "But she decided to branch out?" "She wanted to be a promoter." "You know, she had the looks." "Talked the talk, walked the walk." "Stepped on a lot of toes in the process." "She started hosting events at a place called the Thorny Rose." "Why don't you talk to them?" "I will ... right after your clients give me their rings." "These rings are clean." "No way." "There's no blood, no epithelials?" "No cremation ash, no nothing." "Maybe they cleaned them." "Maybe they used some cleaning fluid-- bleach, maybe." "Could prove that they tried to destroy evidence." "Well, Jarod and Michael are clean." "I doubt that." "Horatio, take a look at this." "Hi." "You guys want to be on our mailing list?" "Leonard Murphy?" "Um, yeah." "We'd like to talk to your wife Erin." "Can we speak to her?" "Sure." "Follow me." "You know what?" "Let's get the mailing list back to the lab, all right?" "Erin?" "Yeah?" "Erin Murphy?" "Yes." "Can I help you?" "I'd like to talk to you for a minute." "Okay." "What about?" "Well, as it turns out, it's about one of your customers." "Okay." "Why don't you and I go talk downstairs?" "You going to be all right, hon?" "Uh, yeah." "This'll only take a minute, okay?" "His name is Thomas Carpenter." "Does he seem familiar to you?" "No." "My husband works out front more." "I do the buying, designing." "What happened to him?" "Well, he was murdered." "And we believe he was murdered to avenge a rape." "I'm sorry I can't help." "Well, actually, you can." "I'm going to need all of the scissors that I see present... and a sample of your hair." "A sample of my hair?" "We're going back to Club Canvas?" "Riboul tracked down the jeweler that made Jarod and Michael's rings." "Okay, but you said they were clean." "Well, they are, but they weren't the only ones made." "There were three rings made for Club Canvas." "So, there's a silent partner?" "Not so silent anymore." "You think I was raped?" "Is this a joke?" "I can assure you this is no joke." "I think you've got some wrong information." "If I was raped, trust me, the police would know about it." "Why didn't you report your home being burglarized?" "Because it wasn't." "Obviously, you've got me mixed up with someone else." "Do you, um, own one of these?" "I did." "There must be thousands of those vases." "The problem is, is that this one is inscribed to...." ""Erin love Leonard."" "But ours shattered into a million pieces." "It ... it fell off a shelf when my husband was moving furniture." "He called me while I was overseas buying fabric to tell me." "When did this happen?" "A month ago, a couple of months, I don't know." "Would you please tell me what's going on?" "I will, but first you tell me what happened to your arm." "My cat jumped on me." "She gets excited when I come home from my trips." "Your trips?" "Your fabric-buying trips?" "Yes." "I've been in India for two weeks." "I just got back last night." "I don't know what you're talking about." "I don't have a canvas club "C" ring." "That strip of white, fish-belly skin on an otherwise tan hand proves, until recently, you were wearing a ring on that finger." "Yeah, you must have never heard about that guy in L.A." "with the Bruno Magli's?" "The police are at your house right now looking for your ring." "Fantastic." "Let me know when they're finished." "Until then, I think I'll have a drink." "I don't think so." "You're coming with us." "Diamonds are a girl's best friend and a suspect's worst enemy." "The setting was a perfect reservoir for Michelle's blood." "Try it on." "What do you know?" "It fits." "Quite a coincidence." "I've got another one for you." "It turns out you're more than just legal counsel for the club." "You're the majority owner." "As a matter of fact," "Michael and Jarod combined own less than one percent." "I needed someone with personality to attract customers." "I wanted my business to be successful." "Unlike the other two clubs you had that failed miserably." "You filed for bankruptcy after both "Moist" and "Belly Button" were closed." "Proves I'm a bad businessman, not a murderer." "It proves you have a vested interest in making Club Canvas... the hottest club on the beach, which you did, by eliminating the competition." "Competition like Michelle." "Michelle used Club Canvas to create a name... and she used her name to lure your VIPs to events at other clubs... her events." "Michelle was a threat, so you decided to get rid of her." "Hey, Michelle!" "You think I'm gonna let you steal my customers?" "I own you, bitch!" "And, after you killed her, you knew exactly how to get rid of her body... and you gave Benito Ramon a VIP membership ... in exchange for his services." "Burn her, Benito." "Burn her stuff, too." "You thought everything connecting you to her murder had been disposed... of until you went back to pay Ramon." "What are you doing here?" "I owe you, remember?" "But when you got there, you saw a few things you didn't expect." "Why didn't you burn her purse?" "The chamber was broken." "Michelle's body hadn't been cremated  so you killed Benito Ramon." "The chamber's broken." "Don't worry!" "I'll cremate her!" "Because you knew that a buried body... still contained DNA, but one cremated to ash doesn't." "No DNA ..." "no proof Michelle's dead." "That's a good story." "I enjoyed that." "But you forgot one thing ..." "I'm a lawyer, a damn good one." "Oh, you know what?" "You're right." "I did forget one thing:" "Michelle's blood wasn't the only one we found on the ring." "Benito Ramon's was there, as well." "And cremated ash, and the chances of that happening to anyone but the murderer are... about a million to one." "You may be a lawyer, but I'm a CSI." "A damn good one." "You rang?" "Erin Murphy still here?" "Voluntarily, for the time being." "How we doing?" "I'm finished." "Take a look at that." "Okay ..." "These are the scissors that cut the tape we found on Thomas." "All right." "You don't look too happy." "Well, it turns out that Erin Murphy... was on a plane at the time of the murder." "So that leaves the husband." "She claims that she's never been raped." "Well, maybe she's still afraid." "And maybe we're talking to the wrong victim." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Leonard, I can get a court order in here for a doctor's examination, if that's what you want." "You're wrong." "I can place you in Thomas Carpenter's bed." "It never happened." "Leonard ..." "I said it never happened." "Leonard ... you were raped and you couldn't live with it." "I thought, uh ..." "I was just trying to get by." "Not deal with it." "I was so messed up." "And then he just walked into my store one day." "Excuse me a second." "Shopping for fabric." "So you recognized him, but he didn't recognize you." "I wanted to kill him." "So you got his address ..." "Why don't you write down your name and address for our mailing list." "And you decided to even the score." "You went to his place to do to him what he'd done to you." "Right?" "What are you doing here?" "I just thought I'd bring some fabric samples by for you to look at." "So that's how it happened." "An eye for an eye." "I didn't start this." "No ... no, you didn't start it, but you finished it." "I wanted justice." "Leonard, justice is not for you to dispense." "And now you're going to pay for it." "[Captioning Sponsored by CBS]"