CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Nobody knew he was coming.

Nobody knew his name.

Well, if you'd stop talking for a minute, you'd understand.

The investigation's been compromised.

Lives are at risk.

How many people do the right thing anymore?

Have a conscience?

Don Cook didn't even know what he saw.

El Matocho doesn't kill for the thrill

or because he was abused as a child.

He kills because it's his answer to everything.

I had him eyewitnessed.

It was enough for an indictment.

No indictment, no trial.

He goes free and La Tijera gets stronger.

So don't patronize me by saying this might be an accident.

I'm not asking you for an advise

I'm telling you

I want Grissom.

1000 Chestnut and 918...

Maybe the reception sucks out here.

I said I want Grissom.

Say I asked for him personally.

I don't want anyone touching anything.

Thanks for all

your help, guys.

Case is reassigned to Grissom.

He's home sick, Maddy.

Yeah, I heard all about it from Ecklie. Blah, blah, blah.

The point that he and you seem to be missing

is that I have 18

grand jurists sifting through evidence,

trying to help me indict one of the deadliest gangs

this city has ever...

Who's in charge of the scene?!

I am.

For God's sake.

Madeleine Klein, Deputy DA.

Albert Robbins, Clark County Coroner.

Talk to me, David.

Confirms it's Don Cook.

This is on us.

What do you got, Doc?

Other than the obvious burns over the better part

of his body, there's this.

He was shot.

Everybody read down to you

Isolated stretch of Route 2,

burned car on the shoulder,

burned male victim out of the car 20 feet away.

Single gunshot wound to the lower back.

Passing motorist called it in.

Fire department arrived within 12 minutes.

Fire burned so hot, they had to use foam

to put it out, which, of course, is never good for us.

Where is he?

I've been waiting over an hour for you.

What, are you walking here?

How many times have I gotten out of bed

in the middle of the night for you, Gil?

Yeah. Yeah, well, I'd like to phone it in, too.

I left an AA meeting for this.

Trumps walking pneumonia.

Here you go, Eyes-and-Ears.

We'll keep in touch.

So the Deputy DA got out of bed for you?

Whose bed?

Talk to me about the road.

All right.

The debris path starts approximately 100 yards

from where the vehicle came to rest.

Show me what you see.

What are you doing, a catalog shoot?

Where's your matching hat with your pom-pom?

Leave me alone. I have a cold.

So, based on the debris pattern,

the victim was driving the car when the blaze started.

Swerving all over the road.

Probably because he was on fire.

What do you think?

Sounds about right.

Gesundheit.

Thanks.

Boy, I hope I'm not getting sick.

I'm not finding any pour patterns on the exterior.

The hood

and the front quarter panels are down to the primer

and the front tires are burnt down to the rim.

Think the fire probably started in the engine compartment.

New car engines

don't catch fire, not by accident.

Now we'll have to get it back to the lab for a closer look.

And guys on fire don't stop to close doors.

No, no, I talked to the battalion chief about that.

He said the driver's side was open

when his boys showed up,

and that the pressure from the hose probably closed it.

Probably?

Hosers.

Nick, come here.

Clear that off, would you?

"L-A-T." That's La Tijera's tag.

Boy, you look like hell.

I need sugar. You got a soda?

Nice to see you, too, Maddy.

Six months' worth of investigation;

two months working with the grand jury;

five low-level indictments against the LATs.

Why you? 'Cause you're the only one who won't screw it up.

My team won't screw it up.

Oh, right.

Your team.

Warrick Brown got mixed up with a crooked judge.

Sanders ran down a civilian while on duty.

Ms. Willows lied about being at a crime scene,

among other things.

And who can forget Stokes, your straight arrow?

Suspected of killing his hooker girlfriend.

How does the song go?

"You call me up, I get 'em out of it"?

If it weren't for me, you'd have no team.

Are you done?

Sorry. You have a...?

This was recorded two weeks ago.

This guy had no idea

that what he saw

was the key to bringing down La Tijera

and their leader El Matocho.

Okay, I know this is my third violation,

but I was not speeding.

I- I blew past that light because I had a fight with my wife.

Listen, you're not here for a traffic violation, okay?

Now, after you ran the red light,

the street camera didn't pick you up

at the next intersection. Where'd you go?

Okay, look, I, I cannot have my license suspended.

I have a vending machine business.

You're not here for a traffic violation.

Let's get that straight.

Now, did you see anyone in particular?

You remember that night?

Yeah, yeah, no. Um, yeah, there was, there was a guy

who walked past my car.

Okay.

I thought I was gonna get robbed on top of everything else.

Can you identify him, hmm?

Sure, yeah.

He walked under a streetlight. I saw him. I saw him real clear.

He, um...

He was Hispanic, uh, I don't know, bald, scary-looking.

"LAT" carved into the cheek of the victim

is the signature of El Matocho,

La Tijera's number one.

He killed this guy- Little Gordo,

but he was a ghost; no face, no name.

Until Don Cook ID'd Emilio Alvarado

coming out of Little Gordo's house

around the time of the murder.

Turns out Alvarado

was caught up in a gang sweep

day after the murder. Parole violation.

He got 30 days.

PD thought he was just another lowlife.

Due to be released in 52 hours.

Can't indict Alvarado with a dead witness.

We need to prove conspiracy.

You need to prove that Alvarado ordered a hit on your witness.

How long do you think it'll take you

to bone up on these and put a suit on?

Can I smoke in here?

Uh, no.

It's a... it's a government building.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

So when was the last time you saw Don?

Last night.

We go to my folks' house every Sunday.

Mrs. Cook, did you know that your husband was going

to testify before a grand jury?

We talked about it.

I told him I didn't want him to do it.

But he found out about this girl, what the gang did to her.

Did he confide in anyone else?

He said it was a secret.

Did you tell anyone?

No.

Well... sort of.

I told my mom and dad and my best friend Jenny.

She's my hairdresser. I tell her everything.

I'm gonna need their phone numbers.

Did I do something wrong?

Oh, hey, Dave,

nice haircut. What gives?

Oh, Mrs. Phillips. An extreme makeover.

Mm. Oh, make sure you get those photos to Grissom.

I'm all over it.

Sign of a good marriage.

Wife still wants to change him.

So your vic's burns are concentrated on the face, hands,

knees and feet.

It's consistent with an engine fire.