"Father Carlos?" "Detective Sevilla, Megan." "What do we got?" "The body was found at 7:40 this morning by the vic's housekeeper." "She checked on him when he didn't show up for mass." "She still inside?" "Yeah, she said she cleaned up his residence last night." "And at 8:15, that place was spotless." "And when she left, he was alone ... and alive." "Expended shell casing right here." "A bullet strike on the wall right over there." "Who would want to kill a priest?" "Nowadays?" "Anyone." "What does it look like, Speed?" "Partial prints under the coffee table." "And that's just the beginning." "Liver temp is 82." "He was probably killed between nine and midnight." "Okay, I'll be there." "Megan." "Yeah." "I have another scene." "Are you good to go on this?" "Sure." "I'm just waiting for Speedle to finish up with the prints." "Okay." "Keep me posted." "Possible entrance wound back of his neck." "And the second here to the shoulder." "And what looks like an exit wound under his heart." "And a third entrance here in his thigh." "What can you tell us, Father about who did this to you?" "Well, whoever it was meant business and he used a rifle to conduct his business with." "Three possible shots and only two casings." "Are we missing one?" "Megan." "Two different shoes?" "Or a guy with a limp, prosthetic leg or something." "One's definitely more worn in." "So those are different than the priest's bloody footprints." "There's no sign of break-in." "Priests open their door to lots of people." "Now, this is interesting." "One glass smells like scotch." "The other one has no smell, but a clear lip print." "Looks like lip gloss." "Priests can have a drink." "They can also have company over." "You got an uncle who's a priest, right?" "Jesuit." "He drinks, smokes, plays poker." "Just doesn't have sex." "Don't know if we can say the same about our priest." "Condom in his pocket?" "Delko?" "Yeah, he's down there." "Thank you." "You need to contact Georgia Highway Patrol." "That car in the ravine was stolen." "Eric!" "Got a female driver, H. She's dead." "No passengers?" "No, just a bottle of booze." "Car was reported stolen two weeks ago in Georgia." "Tire treads indicate she went straight over the edge." "Could be suicide." "No skid marks." "Maybe she just missed the turn." "Let's take a look." "All right, watch your step there, H. No problem." "Thinking the fuel line ruptured when the car hit bottom." "Or the gas tank punctured and sparks set it off on impact." "Check this out." "Our car thief has expensive tastes." "That's a $400 bottle of cognac." "Get an ID?" "No." "I found a purse twelve feet from the car, but nothing inside." "No pictures, no receipts?" "Nothing else except a suitcase." "Now, why would this poor thing travel with a purse and a suitcase and no ID?" "Last time I was in church was when Kurt Cobain died." "You got something?" "I don't know." "I'm not sure." "Thanks." "Blood." "The killer washed his hands, huh?" "A regular Pontius Pilate." "Or he blessed himself." "Which means we're probably looking for a devout catholic." "Don't say I never gave you anything." "Two-two-three." "Hunting rifle." "Same as from wall." "Homemade bullet cast with hot lead." "Definite reload." "Sure is mangled." "It's mangled because it entered the body... twice." "Like this." "I need some muscle." "This will give us an exact route." "Okay." "First shot to the shoulder was a through-and-through." "Went into the shoulder out the back... and into the wall." "The second shot was closer range." "I've got stippling where it entered at the base of his neck ... then tore through his lung hit the aorta before leaving his chest." "Now, this is the interesting part." "And then the same bullet reentered here ... in his thigh where the femur ... flattened it." "That's why there were only two casings at the rectory." "Only two rounds were fired." "What have you got?" "A car explosion." "Burned victim." "Checking for cognac used as an accelerant." "Can you beat that?" "Yeah." "I got a priest shot with a rifle dead in a church." "That's not bad." "Not bad?" "It's not bad." "It's at least a draw." "You're not going to beat me with a burned-out car." "Oh, boys and their measuring sticks." "You guys crack me up." "Hey." "Hey." "Is it lipstick?" "I'm still narrowing brands." "It's not lipstick or lip gloss." "What is it?" "Lip balm." "With an SPF 45." "Unique ingredient -- macadamia oil." "Any prints on the condom?" "Father Carlos." "In my senior year Sister Mary Francis found a condom in my desk." "Her prints would have been on it." "Yeah, right." "I got something here." "Those are lip balms used by kids." "Who skateboard or surf." "A teenage boy, a priest." "We might have motive." "What do you see, Alexx?" "It's what I don't see." "Any broken bones." "She may have been drinking." "The tox screen isn't back yet." "I've seen drunks so looped they've fallen out of a moving car at sixty and don't break a finger." "Checking passages." "There's soot in her lungs." "So, she was alive during the fire." "I hope you didn't suffer too much, darling." "Alexx, if she's going to help us we need to know who she is." "Can't get prints from bone." "Checking stomach contents for time between last meal and time of death." "Oh." "You're not going to believe this." "A diamond ring." "Looks like she ate about four carats for her last supper." "Eric?" "Check with missing persons and her dental records are going to come up dry." "Toxicology screen came up." "Not a trace of alcohol." "But she did ingest fifteen micrograms per mil of demerol." "Fifteen micrograms." "That's enough to kill yourself twice." "She also reported high levels of folic acid." "She was pregnant." "Seven weeks." "There's no damage to the fuel line." "And no print on the truck." "Take a look at what I found buried in the front seat." "Also ..." "I found this melted into the floor panel on the back." "Well, there's no glass from the bottle around the cork." "What that means is the cognac bottle didn't break during the crash and the cork had been removed before." "Maybe someone used it as an accelerant." "They poured it all over her   tossed the bottle in the back and, uh, it melted in the fire." "Something is still missing." "See here?" "See the char in the burn indicator?" "Look at this." "See, it means that the origin of the fire was in the back seat and it traveled to the front seat." "It also means that the fire was hot enough   to melt glass before the fire department got there." "And she was covered in cognac so the fire didn't miss her." "Yes, but we still don't know what started the fire." "I don't know, maybe, uh, maybe a spark on impact." "I don't think so." "Not a spark." "The killer has gone to all this trouble he's going to hope for a spark?" "I think ... that whoever did this wanted to make sure that this mother and child were never identified again." "That's what I think." "You sure know how to brighten up a girl's day, don't you?" "I've got nothing, Alexx." "I need an I.D. on the father." "Well, your best shot for a match on CODIS is if his DNA has unique characteristics." "Are you ready for this?" "Fetal tissue recovery is the one thing I'm never ready for." "Not just skin cells, is it?" "Thank you, Alexx." "We know the caliber of round was a .223." "And the blood he lost while laying against the wall was approximately half liter." "With that information we can estimate that Father Carlos ... laid bleeding for ten seconds before he walked to his killer." "Plenty of time for the killer to come over and shoot him." "But he didn't." "Why?" "What happened in those ten seconds?" "Hey." "Hey." "Check this out." "The shoe prints left at the rectory ... were DVS." "Who wears DVS?" "Skateboarders." "The reason for the difference in the wear is because one foot is always on the board ... staying new, and the other foot pushes off from the ground, wearing out." "This person's goofy footed." "He keeps his right foot on the board, pushes off with his left." "That's not as common." "And you know this how, Miss Three-Inch Heels?" "Okay, so we're looking for a teenager around 5'2" probably left-handed." "Let's bring in the altar boys." "All right, could you guys all sit down for a minute?" "I'm going to need you to lift your left foot." "And then the other one." "Yeah, if you could stand up." "Mrs. Medina, with this warrant do you understand that we have the right to search your home ... and sample you and your son's DNA?" "Yes." "But why?" "We didn't do anything." "Do you want to take Cameron outside till we're done?" "Yeah, sure." "Gracias." "Esta bien mi hijo." "No te preocupes." "Vate con ella." "Mrs. Medina ... we were told the police had been here a number of times for domestic disturbance calls." "My husband and I have had our troubles." "Where is your husband now?" "Your guess is as good as mine." "Well, we're going to need to speak to him." "When my husband leaves on business..." "I don't ask where and I don't ask for how long." "Thanks." "That wasn't too bad, was it?" "Adell, I need a minute with him." "All right." "Cameron ... why were you at Father Carlos' Saturday night?" "I wasn't." "I was skateboarding." "Skateboarding at night?" "At Ollie Oop." "It has indoor ramps." "The thing is, Cameron," "I know you were there because we matched your lip prints to a glass we found." "And your shoe prints match the ones we took from the floor." "So, you want to try again?" "I just went to tell him I didn't want to be an altar boy anymore." "What happened?" "No!" "Get away from me!" "Cameron, wait!" "Cameron, was Father Carlos hurting you?" "That's between me and god now." "I tested the residue on the bullets that killed Father Carlos and, uh," "G-6." "Bingo." "It matches the powder I found in both the casings and the reloader." "Same manufacturer." "Everything's pointing to Cameron." "He had access to the guns." "And he admits to being in the rectory the night Father Carlos was killed." "There's only one problem." "What?" "It wasn't him." "Here's Cameron the night Father Carlos was killed." "It was taken by a photographer at the Ollie Oop who sells his pictures to the kids." "That picture could be taken anytime." "It could have, but it wasn't." "Look at the bottom of the picture." "It's a digital imprint made by the camera when the picture was taken." "Saturday was the 26th." "And this one was taken at 10:30." "So, he was exactly where he said he was." "When he said he was." "Which means Cameron's not our shooter." "Hey, was it as bad as they say?" "It was worse." "It was worse and the CODIS search for the father's DNA is negative." "It's hard to search with half the DNA." "How did we do on the dress and the melted glass?" "Big surprise, actually." "The dress was covered in cognac but the melted glass wasn't." "As a matter of fact the melted glass wasn't from the cognac bottle at all." "Sulfuric acid, sugar gasoline, potassium chloride..." "that's an exothermic reaction, isn't it?" "That's right." "You paste the potassium chlorate and sugar to the back of the paper label, then you pour the sulfuric acid and gasoline into the empty bottle   and when the bottle breaks you serve up a molotov cocktail." "Killer's not taking any chances." "Look, have a look at this." "Tell me what you think." "Okay, I can tell you that this was done with an Excimer laser ... and its inscription point was no more than three microns in diameter." "Okay, how do you know that though?" "You were a jewel thief in another life?" "What?" "Well, in another life I incarcerated many a jewel thief." "Well, why ruin a perfectly good diamond with a $30,000 billboard?" "That's not what they're doing." "They reserve this for the best diamonds and the best customers." "How's it going?" "Well, I tested the guns I found in the Medinas' shed." "And the rounds that killed Father Carlos don't match any of them." "So we're still missing a rifle." "Something's going on in that house." "Even if Cameron's not our shooter, he still lied about being at the rectory that night." "I have a theory." "Go." "We know the dad is violent." "What if he thought Father Carlos was molesting Cameron?" "Let's see if we can find dad and ask him." "Do you recognize this ring?" "Yes, yes." "Of course, I do." "But what are you doing with it?" "Did something happen to Lisa?" "Does Lisa have a last name?" "Valdez --Lisa Marie Valdez." "Please tell me if something's happened to her." "According to Stewart Diamonds... you and Lisa were in eleven weeks ago to purchase that ring." "That sounds about right." "But I don't ..." "I-I don't know exactly." "I'm not sure." "When was the last time you saw her?" "Maybe seven, maybe eight weeks ago." "So, buying her a rock that large caused you a problem, didn't it?" "The problem was that I ... gave it to her to show her my appreciation for ... an intimate night together." "Right." "So, let me guess:" "Lisa took that to mean that it was more than a souvenir." "Now, don't!" "J-just give me the ring back!" "Wait!" "What are you ... no!" "No!" "Give me the ring!" "No!" "Give me the ring!" "No!" "Okay, fine." "Then she obsessed." "And-and I didn't want to hurt her I-I just ... so I just cut it cold turkey." "And now she's dead." "Dead?" "How?" "Suicide?" "Does this look like a suicide to you?" "We're looking for the dad." "We found his truck." "Well, that's a start." "You know, you said the truck showed up Sunday but Emilio Medina didn't?" "That's right." "All right." "So, when was the last time you did see him?" "Well, he hasn't been to work since, I guess since end of last week." "You mean, he's not away on business?" "Only business he's got is in a smelly sewer." "Do you mind if we take a look?" "We might have something here." "What is it?" "Dried blood." "And a hair ... dropped while the blood was wet." "Does this look like anything besides rust to you?" "A rifle rack." "Mr. Jones, is there any reason why Emilio Medina would carry a rifle?" "You ever see a gator coming towards you in a sewer?" "Hell, you don't talk to the son of a bitch, you shoot it." "I see." "I'd like to ask you some questions." "So, where's Emilio Medina?" "And his rifle?" "She was the vic." "She was pretty." "Yes, she is." "Yes, she is." "Everything we need to convict this guy is right here." "Let's find it." "We've got three pairs of shoes a bottle of cognac, and some roses." "All dressed up and nowhere to go." "What is it?" "More importantly, what was it?" "Feels rubbery." "Let's take a look." "What's it say to you?" "What does it smell like to you?" "Strawberries?" "So, what do you get when you cross strawberries with rubber?" "A guaranteed good time." "Here's what we're going to do." "Go to this address..." "with a photograph of Douglas." "And ask Artie if he has recently sold any strawberry-scented rubber... teddies." ""Artie's Adult Playground"?" "Do you know Artie?" "Do you know Artie?" "Just go to the address, Eric." "Well, the blood from the steering wheel belongs to father Carlos." "Have you matched the hair to anyone yet?" "Not yet." "I still have to test it from the hair at the house." "What about this?" "Inside the teeth of the wrench." "Take a look." "It always reminds me of sticky oysters." "It looks like melted provolone." "What is it?" "Brain matter." "Father Carlos didn't have a head contusion." "I know." "Look." "Brain matter is dad's." "So ... if it was Cameron's dad that killed Father Carlos he did it without his temporal lobe." "Hard to do." "Those look like drag marks." "Do you think if we dragged the river we'd find the missing rifle out there?" "The scent dog found something." "Let's go." "Dirt's been disturbed." "Looks like dried blood." "It doesn't look like anything mom would wear." "Excuse me." "Megan Donner." "Hey, uh, I finished running the hair on the steering wheel." "Well, I compared it to the hair that I took from the father's brush,   and it didn't match, but right now, I'm looking at the one that does." "It's the hair you found embedded in the wall in Cameron's room." "Both of the hairs match Cameron's mother... which means Mrs. Medina was driving that truck." "Thanks, Speed." "We're going to need to talk to the mother." "Let's go." "Oh, man." "Eric." "Artie says hello and that Douglas came in to satisfy his rubber fetish about three days ago." "So, he lied to us about the last time he saw Lisa Marie... and that doesn't prove he killed her so, we go back to the jeep." "I already have." "No, no, listen to me." "Go back to the jeep." "H, I already have." "There's not a print, a trace, a fiber." "There's nothing left in that jeep that connects him to her." "So, he's ... going to get away with it." "That's what you're telling me:" "He's going to get away with it." "He's going to get to crawl back under that rock that he slithered out from ... because he's killed the only person that knows the truth." "Right?" "Well, for now." "For now." "Okay." "Hey, Jerome, do me a favor, will you?" "Let me know when you're finished with that, all right?" "This has nothing to do with Cameron." "It was me." "I killed Emilio." "No." "No, you didn't." "I know you want to protect your son but you didn't kill your husband." "Cameron did." "The clothes we dug up were Cameron's." "Had blood from him and his father all over them." "He killed his father to protect you, didn't he?" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" "That same night you and Cameron dragged his body to the river." "When Cameron needed to talk to someone about what he'd done... he went to see Father Carlos." "You need to tell the police." "No!" "Come with me to the police." "Let me help you." "No!" "Get away from me!" "Cameron, wait!" "When you dropped Cameron off at Ollie Oop Skate Park... he told you Father Carlos would tell the police." "So, you went back to the rectory ... to kill him." "Promise me you won't tell the police." "They'll understand." "No one understands -- not you, not God --no one." "I gave up." "I-I left and I went back to the truck." "Iris." "My son protected me." "I'm the only one who can protect him now." "Iris." "You knew what he was doing to me." "You knew!" "It's not my place to judge." "But you gave him communion every Sunday!" "Jeffrey, you lied to me... about the last time you saw Lisa." "You just saw her three days ago, didn't you?" "Did you know that she had family that thought she was still alive, Jeffrey, until I was forced to tell them that she was dead?" "Do you have anything more than your opinion and my client's itinerary to hold him on?" "Let's go." "You mean like his DNA?" "Jeffrey is the baby's father, so sit down." "See, I think this is about the baby and how you didn't want the baby to cramp your style so, you force-fed Lisa Marie enough demerol to kill her." "Am I close?" "No." "But now you're done." "Before you go ..." "I wanted to... show you ... a photograph." "Take a look at that." "Do you know who that is?" "That's your daughter." "This is what she would have looked like on her second birthday had you not killed... her and her mother." "Know this, my friend." "Every year on this child's birthday I am going to haunt you." "I am going to be all over you till I get what I need to put you in jail." "Understand?" "Do you understand what I'm saying?"