01x14 - Forced Entry

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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 k*ller.

Had my guys check the perimeter.
No signs of forced entry.

Oh ...

I wouldn't be too
sure about that.



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 a**l 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 m*rder w*apon.

Either used to
shut him up or k*ll 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


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 m*rder*d.

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 m*rder 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 k*ll 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 k*lled 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 r*pist, too.

Gets better.

It gets better than a
r*pist being r*ped? 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 su1c1de
one week after he r*ped 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 k*lled
herself one week after...

she was r*ped, Mr. Johnson.
We're sorry for your loss.

Did you find the guy that did it?

We think so.

Good.
Charge him with m*rder.

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 r*pist.

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 r*ped 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 r*ped.

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 r*pist than his victim?

The semen samples...

taken from Judy Johnson are a
dead DNA match...

to Thomas Carpenter, which
confirms that he r*ped 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 r*pes.

Medical Examiner confirmed
that none of the women...

had been r*ped
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 k*lled herself.

Her husband's
alibi check out?

Not conclusively.

We can nail a grieving husband
for k*lling his wife's r*pist.

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 m*rder w*apon.

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 m*rder*d.

And we believe he was
m*rder*d to avenge a r*pe.

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 r*ped?
Is this a joke?

I can assure you
this is no joke.

I think you've got some
wrong information.

If I was r*ped, 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 m*rder*r.

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 k*lled 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 m*rder 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 k*lled 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 m*rder*r 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 m*rder.

So that leaves the husband.

She claims that she's
never been r*ped.

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 r*ped 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 k*ll 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.