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Hey, Ms. O'Donnell.
Hi, it's Megan Hamilton.
Sorry for calling so early, but the gate code your assistant gave me doesn't work.
So, please, call me if you still (light switch clicking) want me to make your breakfast.
(light switch clicking)
(metal clattering)
Damn it, damn it.
(screams)
(gasps)
(groans)
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
(clattering, cupboards doors and drawers opening and closing) (panting)
(running footfalls, gun clatters on ground) (panting) (distant dog barking) (strained groaning)
(groans)
(panting)
(line ringing) MAN: 911. What is your emergency?
(weakly): Help me...
What is your location?
Ma'am, you're going to have to speak up.
I'm dispatching units to your location.
Please remain on the line.
(groans)
(distant siren wailing, dog barking)
(siren grows louder)
(siren stop) MAN: We've got one female down.
Let's secure the premises.
See if anyone's in the house.
WOMAN: Miss, can you hear me?
Can you tell us what happened?
She has a penetrating wound to the back.
She's lost a lot of blood.
WOMAN: Pupils are sluggish.
Nonreactive. She's going into shock.
MAN: Clear.
Got to get it packed. The house is clear.
WOMAN: Stay with us.
Diminished breath sounds. I'm starting oxygen.
(voice echoing): Stay with me, sweetie.
Here we go.
It's gonna be all right.
That's it.
We need to start a line.
Stay with us.
(indistinct radio transmissions) She's hypotensive.
Let's get some fluids in her.
Line's in. Okay.
Pulse is weak and thready. (siren wailing) She's not going to make it.
Let's get her out of here.
We need to get her to the E.R. now.
(distorted): We need the gurney.
I got her head. Okay, go.
One, two, three.
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(electronic beeping) BP's dropping.
We've got to stabilize her before it's too late.
CAINE: So, who is our victim, Mr. Wolfe?
The victim is Megan Hamilton.
And according to the neighbors, she lives alone, she keeps to herself.
What is her condition?
Hospital lists her condition as critical, but between you and me, I don't think she's going to make it.
Mr. Wolfe, does this appear to be a robbery to you?
No.
All the electronics were untouched.
The jewelry's all in place.
Other than that, the place is trashed.
Then it could be personal. Yeah.
The attacker came in through an open window in... in the back.
Horatio, there is a bullet hole in this wall.
And here's why.
Two rounds have been fired from this weapon.
She shot at her attacker.
One bullet's in the wall.
Where's the other one?
Maybe her attacker took it with him.
You know what? I've got directional blood drops leading towards that door.
Follow the trail, please.
(dog barking) Jeez! No! No! No! No!
Good dog! Good dog! (snarling) Good dog! Good dog! Hey, hey, hey, relax. Relax.
Good boy.
Just relax.
(barking continues) Shh...
(mutters) (barking) Sit down. Relax, okay?
(growling) You want a bone? There you go. Jeez.
(cell phone dialing) Yeah, hi, this is Officer Wolfe.
Can I get, uh... can I get Animal Control down at the Hamilton crime scene?
(barking) The sooner the better. Thanks.
(barking continues)
♪ ♪
All right, I have stolen this can of mineral spirits from our maintenance guy.
So I say if he comes looking for it, we throw Wolfe under the bus.
It's for a good cause.
I also talked to Natalia.
All of the blood on the knife we found and the floor belongs to Megan.
She didn't find any from the attacker.
So she didn't shoot him after all.
No, it doesn't look that way.
Hey, what are you doing?
That's going to destroy the print.
The only way to lift this print is to destroy it.
When I tried to dust the blade before, the powder wouldn't take, and I realized that the print was trapped under a layer of wax.
Who waxes a knife?
Collectors.
They use a product called Renaissance Wax to preserve antiques.
So whoever applied it, would have left behind a print.
Yep. That's why I needed this solvent to remove the wax.
Luckily, you know, fingerprint oils corrode metal.
Oh, I get it.
You apply a charge to the blade and then add a conductive powder.
Exactly.
Hopefully the powder attracts the fingerprint.
As you may have deduced, Mr. Garrity, we've recovered your knife.
Finally.
I was beginning to think you guys were ignoring me.
What do you mean by that?
You're kidding me, right?
I reported that knife stolen a week ago.
Along with a dozen other items from my ancient Rome collection.
Stolen?
Yeah.
Well, that's why I'm here, right?
Where did you find it?
In Megan Hamilton's house.
(scoffs): I knew it.
I knew she was the one.
CAINE: Why do you say that?
Megan is my personal chef.
She cooks dinner for me three times a week.
Just before the items went missing, I caught her handling the knife.
She said it belonged in a museum.
Did you confront her about the theft?
Yeah. She denied it, of course.
She was stabbed with that knife this morning.
Hold on.
You don't think I did that.
TRIPP: Well, it makes sense.
She steals your stuff, you go back to get it, then you punish her.
Why on earth would I stab an employee with a Roman dagger worth $75,000.
It does have a very sharp blade.
So, what do you think?
He went back to Megan's house to get his knife and ended up stabbing her with it?
That's why nothing else was taken.
And that's why she owns a gun.
She knew she needed protection.
Yeah, but that just doesn't make sense.
She's got a successful business, her friends says she loves her job, why would she steal?
Well, she's surrounded by Garrity's wealth.
Maybe she thinks she deserves what he's got.
Maybe. Even so, I do think it's important to remember that she's the victim in this case.
Yeah, well, I hope our victim can shed a little light on the situation.
Megan's awake?
Yeah, she's stable.
Horatio's on his way over.
(monitor beeping rhythmically)
You.
I saw you in my house.
You're the police officer.
How are you feeling?
My dog...
I left her chained up in the yard.
Can you please feed her?
She's in good hands.
Did you catch the guy that did this to me?
Miss Hamilton, Patrick Garrity claims that you took valuables from him.
I don't understand.
Well, the knife that you were stabbed with, he claims belongs to him, and that you took it.
I was just stabbed within an inch of my life and you think I'm a thief.
Have you considered that maybe the person that did this to me was just trying to rob me?
I have.
Did you check the kitchen?
I'm a personal chef.
My clients pay me in cash.
There's a box...
of money...
in a drawer... under the bar.
That's why you own a gun.
Right, the gun.
I shot him.
He should be injured.
The problem is, is that your blood is the only blood we recovered.
That's impossible.
I know I shot him.
Please...
go to the kitchen, look for the money.
I'm telling you the truth.
(door closes)
(phone rings)
Hey.
Yeah, no. I know she said she shot the guy, but the only blood we found was hers.
Yes, I'm going to look for the hidden cash in the drawer.
All right, I'll see you in five.
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(door opens) Hey, Eric.
I think Megan was telling the truth.
(lightbulb breaks) (coughing)
(coughing)
(gun cocks)
You're making a big mistake.
I'm a police officer. Don't do this.
Hey, I heard a gate slam. What happened?
The attacker came back.
What do you mean the attacker came back? You okay?
I need some gauze.
Hey, Calleigh, talk to me. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
He put the bag over my head and he took my weapon.
Made me drop the evidence.
What do you need me to do?
I need you to get me some gauze, please.
All right. Gauze.
DELKO: Gauze is in here?
Yeah.
Put it in there.
All right, here.
I couldn't see him, but I could smell him.
Scents are invisible to the eye, but they're really just volatile chemicals that are floating through the air.
Any leftover scent from the bag will be absorbed by the gauze and we can analyze that.
Sounds like a long shot.
It's all we've got.
Officer Wolfe?
Hi. Mindy from Animal Control.
Hey, how you doing? What can I do for you?
Uh, look, I don't know anything about solving crimes or whatever, but this dog...
Oh, yeah, the one that tried to make my face look like a Picasso painting this morning.
Yeah, I think there's something you should see.
Okay.
The-the dog's out cold, right?
She's sedated. She can't hurt you.
Yeah, I knew that.
Okay, when I performed a general examination, I discovered this.
Oh, yeah, there's something between her teeth.
What is that, a piece of cloth?
I heard that the dog might have chased off your attacker.
Thought maybe she took a bite out of him at the same time.
Well, I'll tell you what, Mindy...
I think you do know something about solving crime.
(chuckles)
Aromatic polyamide.
It's a synthetic fiber used to make bulletproof clothing.
You mean, like Kevlar?
Uh, not exactly. Bulletproof clothing is for fashionable criminals: gangsters, drug dealers, even a few hip-hop stars.
The material, it's lighter, more versatile, but still capable of protecting against gunfire.
(gunshot, casing clattering) Now, you said a dog ripped this off Megan Hamilton's attacker?
Yes.
That's quite the pooch.
Do you think maybe the dog got lucky, caught a loose thread?
This material is five times stronger than steel.
There's just no way it should be able to tear.
What if a bullet hit it first?
The weave could be compromised by that kind of excessive force, yeah.
Megan said that she fired two shots at her attacker, but we never recovered the second bullet.
Sounds like she hit her target. That would also mean she was telling Horatio the truth at the hospital.
(two gunshots) Have you got any idea where they sell bulletproof clothing?
I haven't a shred of an idea.
(computer trills, beeps)
According to this, a designer named Zoe Belle owns the patented formula for bulletproof clothing.
Where does she sell it?
She doesn't.
It's not available to the public yet.
Then how did Megan's attacker get it?
Jab, jab, cross. Jab, jab.
Let's add the uppercut.
Good.
WOMAN: Ms. Belle's very busy right now.
Can you please come back later?
Oh, I think she'll find time for us.
I could schedule something for you next week.
She's about to launch her line.
Zoe Belle, please?
I'm sorry, Miss Belle.
Tony, Allison, give me a minute.
Thank you, ma'am.
To what do I owe this honor, officers?
We need to know if you employ a chef named Megan Hamilton.
No, that doesn't ring a bell.
We ask because Megan was stabbed this morning.
We found a piece of your bulletproof fabric at the scene.
That's impossible.
It's not available to the general public yet.
I've only given a few samples to celebrity clients.
Okay, we're gonna need a list of those names.
Yeah, I can't do that.
M-My clients demand the utmost privacy.
We can always come back with a warrant.
That won't be necessary.
If you must know, I did have a few things stolen from me a couple weeks back.
Was there any forced entry?
I have a top-of-the-line security system here.
Only someone that knows the codes can get in.
And who are the people that have the codes?
Everyone on my staff.
(camera shutter clicking) CAINE: Excuse me.
Do you see that?
BOA VISTA: Yes, I do.
That's the paparazzi.
Natalia, please.
(camera shutter clicking) CAINE: Excuse me?
Doing a little sightseeing?
Name's Cameron West.
Just here for shots of Zoe Belle's celebrity clientele.
You mind if I take a look?
Uh, yeah, actually, I do.
Uh, taking pictures isn't illegal.
Yes, but trespassing is.
Can I have your camera, please?
You can come with us.
Hey, I heard you got a warrant to go through that paparazzi's pictures.
WOLFE: Yeah, I did.
I'm just opening them up now.
If he wasn't there for celebrities, let's figure out what he was really doing.
Here's Zoe Belle with, uh, Natalia and Horatio.
There's her mansion.
Wait a minute, that's Patrick Garrity.
Both he and Belle reported break-ins.
I think that's what we're gonna find with most of the mansions in these photos.
Yeah, well, if Cameron West is casing houses, I don't know how that's connected to Megan Hamilton.
She's hardly rich or famous.
Yeah, neither do I.
She's not in any of these photos.
See if you can find her.
That's Calleigh.
Oh, yeah.
Who's that guy she's with?
A horse trainer from Bayside Downs.
Remember the horse owner that got shot in his luxury suite?
So, Cameron West took pictures of a famous horse.
Or the trainer.
Hey, but what's, uh, what's the date on that picture?
Uh...
It's two months ago.
All right, let's keep looking.
Looks like you got some competition.
What do you mean?
Come on, Eric, I see how you and Calleigh ignore each other at crime scenes.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, whatever, man.
Hold on a second, take a look at this.
He's not just taking photos of Calleigh.
He's taking photos of all of us.
DELKO: How about Megan Hamilton?
She catch you casing houses?
I don't even know who that is.
I get paid to photograph rich people.
It's not my fault they're being robbed.
Why don't you drop the paparazzi act, West?
I know it's just a cover.
What about him?
Hmm? What about them?
Look familiar?
What about her?
Since when is it your job to keep tabs on police?
Are you gonna charge me with something?
Why don't you tell me who you're working for and maybe I'll let you go?
You're a real piece of work, Officer Delko.
Just like your father.
Tell me who you're working for.
I'm afraid my benefactor prefers to remain anonymous.
Not for long.
Get out of here.
(line ringing) (cell phone ringing) CAINE: Eric.
H.
Cameron West is taking pictures of our whole team.
And he knows about my father.
I think he's working for the Russians.
Did he mention Ivan Sarnoff?
No. No, he didn't.
What do you want to do?
We're gonna put him on notice.
(no audio)
(speaking Russian)
(buzzer sounds)
Orange is your color, Ivan.
Can't get enough of me, Caine?
(chuckling)
Still in charge?
You think I rule the jungle from inside the cage?
You're photographing my people, Ivan.
I'm running my business.
And if that means getting your people out of my way, so be it.
Your people take unnecessary risks.
My people do what I tell them.
Yes, is that a fact?
Did you know, Ivan, that one of your people attacked a young girl and she's in the hospital?
I know nothing of that.
So, you're not in command.
Lieutenant, you can't prevent what's about to happen.
(chuckling) Neither can you, Ivan.
We'll talk soon.
What's going on?
You wanted to see me?
Yeah, we're being watched.
Somebody knows about us? No.
Not you and me.
Our entire team; we're all in danger.
Who took these?
One of Ivan Sarnoff's people.
This is serious, Calleigh.
Sarnoff put a target on us.
He's trying to intimidate us, the way they do in Mexico City.
This way he can take the run of Miami.
DUQUESNE: That's Terrance. Yeah.
That's your horse trainer friend.
He might be in danger, too.
I should call him.
Yeah.
Yeah, you should call him.
That was one afternoon.
You know that, right?
Then why's his number in your cell phone?
I don't know.
It was before you and me.
Can we talk about this tonight?
Yeah, we'll talk about it later.
Okay.
BOA VISTA: Did you figure out Cameron West's role in the burglaries?
WOLFE: Well, it's a genius scheme.
Cameron West takes photos of the mansions and the help coming and going.
He follows the help to get to the rich.
And the help have the access codes...
They can come and go as they please.
Just like Megan Hamilton did with Patrick Garrity's house.
She goes to his house, \h cooks for him and scouts out his valuables.
Right. West used Megan to get to Garrity and steal his knife.
Okay, well, maybe he did that with all of her rich clients.
He follows her, he gets the access codes and then he tries to kill her to cover it up.
See, the only problem with your theory is that Megan Hamilton never worked for Zoe Belle or any of the other burglary victims.
Okay, so we're missing a big piece of the puzzle here.
Whoa, wait, wait, wait, go back.
Yeah, go back one.
That's Zoe Belle's trainer.
Right?
So, what's he doing with Patrick Garrity?
Is he in any of the other pictures?
Hold on, let me use the facial recognition software.
He's worked at every single one of the burglarized houses.
He's the one.
He's the common denominator, not Megan Hamilton.
You want to drive, or should I?
BOA VISTA: Tony Ramirez?
Sorry, he's got to go.
Hold on, guys, give me a second.
Mr. Ramirez, what happened?
Some guy jumped me in my apartment.
Stabbed me; came out of nowhere.
(grunting, moaning) Well, do you know what he was after?
No, I just came from Zoe's.
I got paid for a month; I had a lot of cash on me.
Okay. Did you, uh, get a chance to see his face?
No, it happened too fast.
Can you give us anything that we might use to identify him?
I'm sorry.
I wish I had more.
Uh, hey, guys, can you hold up?
I'm just gonna take a look at it myself.
Thanks.
Shouldn't you stitch me up first?
It'll just take a sec.
Did you fight off your attacker?
Yeah, as much as I could.
He's a pretty tough guy.
I imagine if someone attacked you from the front, there'd be a pretty decent struggle, right?
Yeah, it's a struggle, big-time.
It's funny though, 'cause your hands tell a different story.
There's no defensive wounds from the knife cut.
And those stab wounds right there...
pretty shallow.
Matter of fact, I'd say that they're kind of hesitant.
Yeah, pretty hesitant.
What does that mean?
What that means is that you're a moron.
(heavy breathing) (grunting)
Why would I do that?
'Cause you want to avoid being arrested.
See how that works?
What I'm gonna do is accompany Mr. Ramirez to the hospital, get him patched up, and then take him to MDPD.
Perfect.
You can't prove I stabbed myself.
But we can prove you're part of a scheme to rob your clients.
When you showed up at Zoe's, I knew it wasn't gonna be long before you were on to me.
So I stabbed myself.
I had to do something to throw you guys off.
So you participated in these burglaries.
I made sure the house was empty when the break-ins happen.
In return, I got a piece of the profits.
Let's try for five miles today.
Sounds hard.
You want to be a size two, don't you?
(beeping) (buzzer sounds) Tony, did you attack Megan Hamilton?
No.
Megan was never part of the plan.
But the guys I was working with, they promised me no one would be hurt.
Who are you working for?
There are two guys.
One would take pictures...
the other would steal the stuff.
Is that one of them?
I'm not saying another word.
And I don't blame you, Tony.
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Hey, I got your call.
Have you figured out who your attacker is yet?
I'm just analyzing the scent now.
All signs point to either Cameron West or his partner.
I'm hoping that this is gonna be able to narrow it down.
(computer trilling) The main component is...
silver sulfadiazine.
That's an antibiotic cream.
It's used mainly to treat burns.
Or bites.
Huh. That means Megan Hamilton's dog bit off more than just clothing, she got a piece of flesh, too.
Yeah, but Ryan said he didn't find blood on any of the clothes, so how are we gonna figure out who got bit?
I'm gonna call Animal Control.
I'll process the dog from head to toe.
Great.
We're gonna get this guy, Calleigh.
(car horn honking)
Oh, here she is.
(chuckles) She's wet.
Oh, uh, well, I just finished giving her a bath when you called.
What do you need her for?
Uh, I was hoping to process her for evidence.
Oh. Sorry, uh, I didn't know. Hey, it's not your fault.
Uh, maybe, uh, maybe we can still pump her stomach.
Uh... she went an hour ago, and it's already been scooped and disposed of.
All right.
I guess it's back to the drawing board. Thanks.
Uh, no, wait, hold on.
I-I got her collar and bone.
Maybe they can help.
Here.
Yeah, these two.
That's great. Thank you. Yeah.
(laughs)
Got a little blood here.
Mm. Could be from another dog-- they fight all the time.
Well, let's see.
It's human.
(buzzer sounds)
Don't even think about it.
Get your hands in the air right now.
Keep those hands in the air.
This is our guy-- he's got my gun.
I noticed that cut on your hand.
Where did you get it?
(Russian accent): I was helping my neighbor move some furniture.
You sure it's not from a dog bite?
You sure you didn't get it from Megan's house?
I don't know this woman you speak of.
I was never in her home. You were there not once but twice.
You came back, destroyed evidence and held my own gun to my head.
CAINE: Why did you attack the girl?
That's not your MO.
It was not my intention to hurt her.
She wasn't supposed to be home.
(door opening) MEGAN: Sorry for calling so early, but, uh, the gate code your assistant gave me doesn't work.
Call me if you still want me to make your breakfast.
(clattering)
(stabbing, grunting)
(barking, growling) What about your partners, Tony and Cameron?
I don't know.
He never knew what I did.
I got greedy.
Went after the girl's cash to fill up my own pockets.
Millions of dollars of stolen goods just wasn't enough for you.
Goods have to be sold and money divided among others.
CAINE: Hook him up, put him in that car over there, please.
(handcuffs clicking) Arresting me is not wise, Lieutenant.
We'll see about that, Sergei.
Watch your head.
DUQUESNE: Gun! Gun! Everybody get down!
(gunshot) (gunshots) Where is he? Where is he? Across the water, in the trees!
DUQUESNE: Horatio, you okay?
(passing horn honks) WOLFE: Yeah, Cameron West just made bail.
Well, I'm gonna track him down, see if I can't figure out what he knows about the shooting.
Yeah.
Okay, bye.
(loud pop) (thumping)
(clears throat) (clears throat) (car door closes) (groans) (Russian accent): Do you need any help?
(indistinct announcement over speakers)
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(camera shutter clicking) (camera shutter clicking)
(camera shutter clicking) DELKO: Calleigh's heading back to the lab with the bullets.
Where is Wolfe? Last I heard, he was on his way to talk to that photographer. Call him, Eric.
I did-- he wasn't picking up. Call him again.
(phone ringing) (beep) (Russian accent): This is not a negotiation.
Each time you refuse...
we take something away.
I'm not going to tell you anything...
so you can go to hell.
(blows landing, Wolfe screaming) Go to hell!
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