CSI: Miami

Like the drive?

Scenic.

Guy lives in a barn?

Yeah. What do you got, gentlemen?

We saw our victim, he's a white male, he's 25,

and he's bound with duct tape.

You been in yet?

Nope. Waiting on you guys.

All right, gentlemen, let's do it.

Let's go.

We've got yellow powder on the table.

Bathtub methamphetamine.

Speed.

Cocaine high, no off button.

I've seen people stay up for fifteen days on it.

Look at this place,

disassembled radios, TVs taken apart.

Tweakers just tweak stuff till they drop, don't they?

He doesn't look like he dropped.

He looks like somebody beat the crap out of him.

Could've been the result of an argument.

Problem is, when a meth-head starts something ...

No off button.

Just take it easy.

Something ...

is not right here.

Tweakers love their porn.

Let's see how kinky our guy was.

Eric ...

run.

Everybody, run!

Get out, everybody out!

1x23 Freaks and Tweaks

You okay? Yeah.

Thanks, H.

Under the heading of "no crime scene is ever safe," huh?

Lesson learned.

The problem is that our murder scene...

has been compromised in a very big way.

Bomb squad's through sweeping.

You're up.

Okay.

Just you and me?

You sound disappointed.

Joe family man.

Makes a milk run to the convenience store ...

and gets popped.

No wallet. Figured robbery.

Shot in the heart.

That's kind of personal, don't you think?

I do.

So I had patrol canvass for the wallet.

Found it over there in the trash.

Cash, credit cards.

I've got two rounds here, and, you know,

maybe I can get a fingerprint off of this one.

No way.

Heat from the primer burns the prints off.

That's true, except this one is unspent,

so it didn't go through the barrel.

I guess the primer probably malfunctioned because of humidity,

so when the firing pin hit it, nothing, it was a dud.

Hopefully leaving behind a set of fingerprints.

I stand corrected.

That's what I like about you, Hagen.

Oh, my god.

Calleigh?

His name's Dennis Harmon.

You know him?

I know someone who does.

Yes, I remember my christmas party.

I told you no gifts,

you brought one for each of my kids.

Why?

The couple there, the Harmons, Dennis and Julie.

Yeah.

Two of my oldest friends.

What about them?

No.

Dennis ...

we're still young.

Oh, Dennis ...

You know, Alexx, you could reassign this to another M.E.

I talked to Jones, and he said he'd be willing to take it.

I'm all right.

His pupils are dilated.

Opposite of what they'd normally do at death.

I'll get blood to tox.

Homicide notified Julie yet?

I should be there when they talk to her.

Yes, Hagen is doing it. He's doing it.

And, Alexx,

there's something else that I think you ought to know.

This killing has the marks of an acquaintance murder.

There was a faked robber and a bullet to the heart,

that sort of a thing.

Oh, it's got to be a random.

Dennis wouldn't get caught up in something like ...

Listen to me.

Like every victim's friend comes down here,

thinking I know somebody, what they'd be caught up in.

Truth is...

nobody really knows anyone.

It's all clear.

Lots of blast damage.

This was no little pipe bomb.

No. Probably dynamite. Yeah.

Enhanced by gasoline, set on a time delay.

Yeah. Lucky for you.

We're talking at least 16,000 feet per second.

Really? Felt like fifteen.

Thank you.

Right.

What I don't get is, if you're trying to destroy evidence,

why not put the device right next to the body?

He wasn't trying to cover a murder.

He rigged the bomb for kicks ...

and destroyed evidence as a bonus.

Another piece of the guitar.

Blew that thing apart, huh?

Yeah, I've been picking up pieces of this all over the room.

Guitar string.

Check this out.

That's some sort of material adhered to the surface.

That's a capacitor.

Energy storage unit?

The first component of our bomb.

Judging by the oxidation, we're near the seat of detonation.

Part of the signature?

If we I.D. the signature, we can I.D. the suspect.

So how is our Tweaker?

What is it with white boys and duct tape?

Tape's hardly damaged.

They say that roaches and duct tape ...

will survive the end of the world.

Well, at least something's in our favor.

Killer's prints might be on this.

So, is that the last of it?

Yeah. Don't get confused.

I marked my cuts with black ink.

Got it.

I'll be in trace.

I'm going to need a ten-card on this guy ASAP, all right?

More like a one-card.

Hands are singed.

All right.

I'll take what I can get.

I'm finding a lot of this material inside your victim's head wound.

This is the biggest piece so far.

That looks like wood. Is it from the blast?

No.

Hemorrhagic tissue indicates he was alive...

when the wood fragmented with the impact.

Blunt force trauma.

So we're talking about a possible murder weapon.

Murder was redundant.

He only had a year or so by the looks of his liver.

Let's find out ...

who stole the last twelve months of his life, all right?

Maple.

Nice.

How much of the pre-explosion crime scene do you remember?

About three pages worth.

I'll put it in my F.I. report.

You remember a pool table?

No. I wouldn't have missed that.

Our murder weapon is a pool cue.

Take a look at that.

That's at 400x.

Pool cues are made from pressed wood,

20 laminates per inch.

What's the shiny stuff?

The shiny stuff is sugar.

Sap.

Standard Canadian Maple.

So we got two tweakers up for days getting cranked,

start scratching at each other.

Our victim gets subdued somehow,

bound with duct tape and beat to death with a pool cue.

Hey, guys.

The title to the crime scene is held by Judith Lindeman.

Rents to our victim, Darwin Capshaw.

Darwin? That's ironic.

He's in the system,

small-time drug dealer.

Which means he has enemies.

I took a look at his friends.

Last time he was arrested, the report listed a crime partner:

Tommy Lee Harkins.

Tommy Lee Harkins!

Let's bring him in.

You seem very agitated to me.

Very agitated.

Is that the meth?

I wasn't ... no, I'm not agitated, no.

Are the shadow people chasing you, Tommy?

Is that the meth playing with your head?

Look at those eyes, Frank.

Take a look at those eyes.

Tommy...