CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 15, Episode 9 - Let's Make a Deal - full transcript

- Hey, yo.
- Let's go!

On the line!

All in-duty security personnel,

all security to the IRB.

All in-duty security personnel,
all security to the IRB.

Okay, settle down! Keep moving!

I-I don't...

I can't do this.

I can't... I can't do this, man.

- L-I hate needles, man.
- Shut up.

I hate needles.



- Please, please...
- Okay, drop it here.

- Man.
- Please.

Please don't make me. I can't.

- I can't do this.
- Just relax.

Nobody listens to me.

No...

I hate needles.

- I hate needles!
- Relax.

I hate... Nobody's listening to me!

No... Nobody's listening to me!

Backup needed in the inmate reception... now!

O'Malley... we need backup!

Shut up! Shut up!

- Yo, man...
- Shut up!



Shut up!

Oh, shut up! Shut up!

On your knees now! Hands above your head!

Inmate, drop to the floor now!

Crime lab.

Thanks.

You must be Russell and Stokes
with the crime lab.

- Detective Carl Brenner.
- How do you do?

Heard you guys are the best. Follow me.

I'm kind of the, uh, new guy in Homicide.

Youngest detective ever promoted
into the bureau.

Been there just over two years.

- Love the job.
- Oh. Well, congratulations.

Well, you know what they say...

you can't solve murders
sitting behind a desk.

A motto I live by. So... I work 24/7.

You need me, you call me.

Home number's on the back.

Right up here, guys.

- Must be quite a ruckus, huh?
- Sure was.

What happened to him?

Took a punch in the commotion.

He's fine. Door!

What's his story?

Well, that's the cause
of the circus right there.

Denny Morrison...
he's got some mental issues.

Uh, freaked out getting a flu shot.

When he ran in here,

the, uh, extraction team got him.

Watch your step through here.

Good thing it wasn't a, uh,
busy laundry day, right?

Yeah.

Anyway, in the process, they found this guy.

Name's Bruce Grady.

Long rap sheet. He's, uh,

awaiting trial on armed robbery.

Did he work in here?

Uh, no, he's assigned to the
med mod up on the third floor.

What's a hard-core felon doing

assigned to a low-risk medical module?

Well, he had cirrhosis of
the liver... on a bunch of meds.

Had, uh, one foot in the grave.

Well, someone must have gotten impatient.

- He's been stabbed pretty good.
Look at that. - Oh.

So we have an inmate from the medical module

found three floors below, stabbed to death.

Any particular enemies?

This is County...
everyone in here has enemies.

That narrows it down.

We have one victim...

and 2,000 caged suspects.

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Let's Make a Deal
Original Air Date on December 7, 2014

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I hate laundry.

I could never work in a place like this.

I don't know.

It beats sitting in your cell
with some sketchy roommate.

I don't know.

I think an inmate would have been preferable

to my first college roommate.

Hmm. Nutjob, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Liver temp is 94 degrees.

He's been dead around three hours.

- So, 7:00 p.m.
- That's about right.

Did you find any other stab wounds, Dave?

Just the one you already saw.

And a defensive wound on his hand.

It looks like there's some residue

on his hands, as well.

Blood drops on his clothing

are gravitational and elongated.

And...

there is blood on the bottom of his shoes,

so he was walking around bleeding.

So where is all the blood?

There's some over here near the sink.

Hot water handle.

Killer could have injured
himself during a struggle.

Needed to wash up.

Hey, I've got a bloody
towel over here, as well.

And somebody did a lousy mop job.

Okay, I'm gonna grab the guys,
we'll pick up the body,

and I'll text you when
Doc schedules the post.

Thanks, Dave.

Nick, look at this.

Same residue as on the victim's hands.

"M.M."

Medical module, maybe?

Wasn't the victim housed there?

Well, that would explain
how he got down here.

He was hiding in the laundry cart.

Yeah, but there's no blood inside.

Okay, so he was uninjured when he got in

and attacked when he got down here.

Question is, did he come
down here voluntarily,

or did somebody force him to take the ride?

Yeah. Well, either way,
we're gonna have to find out

who was pushing that cart.

Strep.

Pinkeye.

Impetigo?

I mean, you can practically feel
the germs jumping on you.

You're being paranoid.

You do remember that I was just quarantined.

Yes, and you survived the lbare virus,

which means you can probably
handle a little bit of pinkeye.

If you say so.

Here we are.

Our victim's cell.

You know, this is all new to me.

- We never worked jail cases back at LAPD.
- Yeah.

Well, welcome to Clark County.

Ladies first.

Well... Grady's cell is pretty clean.

Doesn't look like there was
any struggle of any sort.

Photo of his daughter Rachel.

It's got to be tough
missing your kid grow up.

Yeah.

This artwork here explains the residue

on Grady's hands.

He had some talent...
these are good drawings.

Lake views, forests, birds.

- All showing the beauty of nature.
- Hard to believe

he'd want to be reminded
of that while he's in here.

Well, maybe in here is where

you need to be reminded the most.

Ugh. That's some nasty
medicine he was taking.

Got a file folder here

full of legal paperwork.

Well, that makes sense... inmates are allowed

to keep their case files
with them in their cell.

Hey, look at this.

Oh. That's a jail kite.

It's how inmates communicate
from cell to cell.

A message is written on paper,

which is folded into a triangular kite.

The string is there,

in case they need to pull it back,

if it ends up somewhere
they didn't want it to go.

"Liars don't last long in here.

Watch your back".

That's a pretty serious warning.

Sounds more like a threat to me...

one our killer wasn't afraid to follow up on.

So, Officer Woo, you were the guard

in charge of the laundry room today?

Laundry's my regular assignment.

I work days on a four/ten,
Sunday to Wednesday.

Okay. And you work alone?

Yeah. It's a solo gig now.

- You know, budget cuts.
- Mm.

Did you know the victim, Bruce Grady?

Seen him around, like any other inmate.

Well, did you know that
he was transported in a cart

to the laundry room during your shift?

No. Didn't.

Where were you around 7:00 p. M?

Supply trucks got delayed
by a pileup on the 15.

Arrived three hours late.

Took my laundry trustees
down to the dock to unload it.

It was around... 6:45.

- How long did that take?
- 15, 20 minutes.

So you left the laundry unsupervised?

Nobody should have been in there.

I had six trustees with me,
and the rest were upstairs

- doing linen swap.
- Who was the trustee

in charge of swapping the linens
out of the medical module?

Third floor.

That'd be Wilbur Tandy.

Laundry trustee...

it's a pretty good gig, huh, Wilbur?

I like the routine...
it gets me out of my cell.

Got Bruce Grady out of his cell, too.

Did you take him down to the laundry room?

Just following orders.

Orders from who?

Now, I wouldn't last very long in here

- if I questioned who's giving the orders.
- You saying

you don't want to tell me,
or are you saying you don't know?

I'm saying I don't want to end up like Grady.

Another option is, we can charge
you with accessory to murder.

And I ask for a lawyer and you get nothing.

All right, all right, Wilbur...

I'm working for the dead man here.

Now, who gave you that order?

Got a kite.

Said bring Grady to the laundry

during the linen swap, so I did.

Grady got a kite, too.

Pretty threatening one.

So we're supposed to expect he, uh,

voluntarily got into your cart,

knowing it could be his last ride?

You don't get it.

Nothing sent by a kite is a request.

Grady knew that.

He had to go.

- Did he say anything?
- Nah.

He was out of it.
He was drugged up on something.

Could barely get in the cart.

Okay, so you took him downstairs, then what?

Left the cart, got another one.

I told you, I got my routine.

- You see who he was meeting with?
- Nope.

Dropped him off and left.

You can help us

eliminate you as a suspect

by giving your DNA sample.

I gave my DNA at intake. Use that.

Well, you got your routine, I've got mine.

I take a DNA sample from
everybody I've talked to.

- No exceptions.
- What do I get if I give it to you?

Well, you get to keep being laundry trustee.

So, where are we

with Bruce Grady's enemies?

There's no record of any incidents

since he's been in jail,

but I did pull his rap sheet
to look at his history,

and I found a very interesting trend.

Every time he's arrested,

- charges got reduced.
- Yeah.

Suspiciously reduced, I'd say,

and there's only one way that could happen.

- Grady was making deals with the DA.
- Right.

- So, the guy was an informant.
- Yeah. So,

I cross-matched cases where
he appeared as a witness

to inmates who are currently
assigned to the jail,

and I found out something very big.

Grady was the star witness

in the murder case of Lincoln Mayfield.

Mayfield... the Snakeback Assassin.

Yeah, but he was convicted,
so he wouldn't be in jail.

He's got to be upstate in prison, right?

Well, he was, but the case was
overturned on a technicality.

The retrial is this week.

And Mayfield was brought back
to County for the trial.

He arrived two days ago.

Mayfield.

On your feet.

Turn around, hands behind your back.

Hey, Mayfield, lookie here.

You want to explain this?

I ain't saying nothing to no cop.

You got a problem with that,
talk to my lawyer.

Well, Mayfield lawyered up, so...

- he won't be talking.
- No surprise.

DA handling the retrial gave me
a copy of the case file.

Care to take a look?

Please tell me there's a
Reader's Digest version.

All right, as the, uh, so-called

"Snakeback Assassin", Mayfield was suspected

of over a dozen gangland murders.

Ah, I remember this one.

Young, pregnant woman
caught in the crossfire.

- They thought it was a Mayfield hit, right?
- Yeah.

Witnesses were, of course,
afraid to come forward.

Consequently, the DA never
had enough to charge him.

So, let me guess.

They decided to go with a jail informant.

You got it. They put Bruce Grady
in a cell next to Mayfield.

And after a while, Grady got him to talk.

Mayfield confessed?

No, but he provided details
that only the killer would know.

It was enough in court, and bottom line is,

Grady's testimony put Mayfield away.

Well, there's Mayfield's motive.

Payback for Grady's testimony.

Well, I didn't see this coming.

Nick says Mayfield wants to talk.

My lawyer here ain't happy,
but I got to tell you about Grady.

You're compelled to tell me about Grady,

'cause he testified against you.

That's just it.

That was all lies.

Dude stood up there and said

I told him stuff while
we was locked up together?

I never told him nothing.

- And that pissed you off.
- Mm.

Mm. Were you mad enough to kill him?

I didn't kill homeboy.

You sent a kite to Wilbur,
ordering him to take Grady

to the laundry room.

To talk, straighten him out.

Why'd you bring a weapon?

Never know who gonna make a move.

Look, all I wanted for him

was to do right by me
and take back those lies.

Okay, so you guys talk, and then what?

Things just go sideways?

Dude showed up wasted, making no sense.

Hey, Grady?

You're gonna tell 'em you lied, hear me?

- You're gonna make things right.
- Just be cool.

I can hook you up in here.

Look here, old man...

Hey!

So you shank him?

To get his attention.

Lincoln.

Look, I shanked a few dudes in my day.

Poke I gave him wouldn't kill nobody.

You got his attention. Now what?

I... strongly suggested

that he come clean.

Tell 'em you lied,

or I'm gonna kill you.

Okay, okay.

And if you tell the DA about our little talk,

I'm gonna kill you ugly.

I swear, I won't tell anyone.

I swear.

Not a word.

You stabbed him, but you
weren't trying to kill him?

I couldn't afford to kill him.

I needed him alive to
tell the DA that he lied.

That's why I'm talking to you.

I'm telling you,

him being murdered is bad for me.

Real bad.

Ooh.

That odor is disgustingly familiar.

It's the smell of success.

I'd hate to find out
what failure smells like.

Hey, did you ever figure out

what that medicine was in Grady's trash?

Wasn't medicine.

It was hooch. Pruno.

Jail alcohol.

I'm making a batch right now,

using only items available to the inmates.

It's a simple recipe, really.

Fermentation is the conversion

of sugars to alcohol, using yeast.

You combine fruit, juice, sugar and bread.

Mix and wait.

The yeast from the bread does all the work.

You just have to vent it occasionally

to release the accumulated CO2,
and you're good.

Witness said that Grady was out of it.

Maybe he was just drunk on pruno.

Maybe he just needed a little liquid courage.

If I had to face someone
who wanted to kill me,

I'd drink, too.

Mm. That looks like something
out of a zombie movie.

No, it's Bruce Grady's liver.

Cirrhosis causes cells

and scar tissue to create nodules,

rendering it ineffective

as the body's main filtration system.

Makes you not want to have

that second glass of wine at dinner.

Speak for yourself.

So, what about the stab wound?

Well, it's a single laceration

penetrating the external
abdominal oblique muscle.

It's an inch wide, and about
one and a half inches in depth.

That's not very deep.

I'm surprised that it killed him.

Well, it didn't.

Take a look here.

Petechiae.

So he died from asphyxiation.

Manually strangled.

You can see finger-shaped
contusions beginning to form.

I swabbed the neck for
epithelial DNA from our killer.

Already sent it to Henry.

So, he was stabbed,
and then he was strangled.

That makes no sense.

That shank could have done major damage.

So, why would you strangle someone

if you had a perfectly good weapon?

You wouldn't.

Maybe Mayfield was telling the truth.

Hmm.

Inmates can get pretty creative

concealing their contraband,

so let's just be sure to check
every hem, edge, seam...

So it's a tactile examination.

Pretty much.

But never forget.

The most popular hiding
place is the jail wallet.

What?

The keister stash.

Ah, well, I am double-gloved, so I'm good.

I heard about this inmate whose family

smuggled him drugs by melting them

and using the mixture to paint a picture

in a coloring book.

- "To Daddy. Love, Lindsay."
- It's kind of hard

to explain a guy licking
a picture of a princess.

Maybe in the outside world,
but in jail, not so much.

Greg...

take a look at this.

It's a tiny recording device.

I've never seen one that small.

It's state-of-the-art.

I saw one of these at the
forensic conference last month.

It's not even available to
law enforcement until next year.

Well, then, how did Bruce Grady get one?

Well, the vendor did say that

one law enforcement agency would
be chosen to test the prototype.

I wonder which agency that would be.

Agent Parker, thank you for seeing me.

Your call said it was urgent.

We found this in the cell
of an inmate at County.

You recognize it?

- I might.
- Yeah, and we found that

after the inmate was murdered.

All right, look,

Bruce Grady was a CI for the DA's office...

I already knew that...
but he was also an informant

for the FBI, wasn't he?

I'm not going to divulge details
on an ongoing investigation.

I can appreciate that,
but after the guy was murdered,

you might have picked up
the phone and told us,

saved us a lot of trouble.

Our investigation is confidential.

Your investigation is very likely the reason

why we're in this mess.

Look, we think that Grady

was killed by that same inmate
that you're investigating.

So come on.

Let's work together here.

Well, that's assuming

the focus of our investigation is an inmate.

You're investigating a guard.

So Grady was not just informing on crooks.

He was informing on cops.

Agent Parker, you blindsided me on this.

There's such a thing as
professional courtesy.

The FBI is under no obligation
to share information with you.

Oh, please. Drop the federal policy-speak.

We're on the same side here.

If one of my guards is dirty,
I want to know about it.

Now, who are you looking at?

We're impaneling a grand jury.

We expect an indictment any day.

I'm not going to risk a leak.

A leak?

We're investigating the murder

of your CI, and you won't share with us?

Sorry. Best we can do is work

our cases in parallel.

If your investigation collides with ours,

maybe then we can talk.

Have a nice day.

Perfect. A federal corruption investigation.

We'll work the case
as fast as we can, Conrad.

Grady's killer turns out
to be a-a jail guard...

Yeah, please let me be the first to know.

Hey.

- What do you got for me?
- All the blood

Finn and Nick collected
in the laundry room came back

to the victim, Bruce Grady,
including the blood on the sink.

- Okay, what about the shank?
- Mm. No surprises there.

Blood on the blade was Grady's.
DNA on the handle

came back to Lincoln Mayfield.

A perfect equation,

except that the shank isn't the murder weapon

'cause Grady was strangled.

I found epithelials
on the victim's neck swab.

DNA doesn't match Mayfield.

DNA has to be the killer's.
Did you run it through CODIS?

No hits.

Given that all inmates
are entered into the system...

Means we're not looking for an inmate.

Just like we feared,

looks like Grady's killer is a guard.

So, Grady was reportedly intoxicated

at the time of his murder,

and yet his tox report

says that his blood alcohol level was .03%.

.03?

That wouldn't make anyone stagger,

- let alone an alcoholic like Grady.
- No.

They also found a half-
dozen prescription drugs

in his system, all on his medical record,

except for one, a drug named terbinafine.

What's that taken for?

Skin infections.

And this is the interesting part:

They do not dispense terbinafine
in the jail infirmary.

- Okay, so where'd he get it from?
- I don't know,

but somebody with access to the outside

must have given it to him.

Huh. All right.

Let me see here.

Terbinafine.

Here we go.

"Terbinafine should never be taken

"by people with liver problems.

Can cause confusion and an unsteady gait".

That would explain why he seemed intoxicated.

And get this.

"Cases of death have been
reported in individuals

with cirrhosis of the liver".

So somebody was poisoning him

before he went down to the laundry.

Yeah, and they must have gotten
tired of waiting for that poison

to take effect, went
hands-on and strangled him.

You know, Henry's DNA evidence
does back up the fact

that we might be looking at a guard.

Well, the laundry was guarded by Officer Woo,

who just so happened to be gone
when the murder went down.

Wow, that is awfully convenient.

So you said that, on Sunday night,

at about 7:00 p.m.,

- you were not in the laundry room.
- Right.

I was on the loading dock.

And you were on the loading dock
for approximately 20 minutes?

Give or take.

You're on direct deposit
for your LVPD paychecks,

is that correct?

And your wife, she doesn't work, does she?

- So?
- So I see that there are several

cash deposits to your account each month,

last month totaling more than $4,000.

Is there a rich uncle
that I don't know about?

It's funny, if you want
to know what the guards

are actually doing when they're on the job,

you just have to ask the inmates.

You want to know about Woo?
I'll tell you about Woo.

He takes money to look the other way.

It's common knowledge you can
get anything in the laundry.

Drugs, weapons, sex.

Woo won't say a word for the right price.

Laundry's a three-ring circus.

Woo lets inmates do whatever they want.

Look...

my wife has a shopping problem.

Our credit cards are maxed.

I can't even cover the minimum payments.

So I get it: you need to make
some extra money on the side.

It started small.

I snuck in some pot brownies
for an inmate with migraines.

He told two friends. They told two friends...

Pretty soon, I got inmates
threatening to rat me out

if I don't help 'em out, too.

I'd lose my job.

I'd lose everything.

Let's talk about Sunday night.

Mayfield paid me to stay away
while he met with Grady.

Had two grand delivered to my house.

Said they were just gonna talk.

How much did you know about Grady?

I knew he was a snitch.

Yeah. For the FBI.

He was helping them with a corruption case

involving a jail guard.

I think that you found out

that Grady was snitching you out to the Feds,

so you let Mayfield have
a little alone time with him,

hoping that Mayfield
would do your dirty work.

Only, when you got back to the laundry room,

Grady was still alive,
so you had to kill him.

No. No way. I didn't kill Grady.

It's a nice setup. Mayfield's a known killer.

He's a perfect patsy.

I didn't do it.

I swear.

Cops don't have their DNA in CODIS,

so if you want to prove it to me,

you're gonna have to give me a sample.

Hey. You find anything

on the recording device from Grady's cell?

No, it's blank.

We must have found it

before Grady had a chance to use it.

Yeah, but here's where it gets weird.

So, I got the specs from the vendor.

Something isn't adding up here.

According to these,
the dynamic range of the device

is 80 decibels, with
a noise floor of 30 decibels.

Dynamic range? Noise floor?

All right. Well, let-let me just show you.

So, the human speaking voice averages

60 to 70 decibels

at three feet. That's...

the green wave here.

Now let's add some interference.

So, as long as the interference

from any kind of background noise stays

within this range,

then the recording device
can still pick up our voices.

See how the green and red waves

- remain distinct?
- But in the jail's laundry,

with all the machines
running and the cement walls,

the noise interference level
would have to be a lot higher.

I went back and measured.

It was 86 decibels.

See? Now look at the sound waves.

The laundry room's way too loud

to record human conversation with that.

So, if the FBI was trying
to record Officer Woo

during his shift in the jail laundry,

then this was the wrong device.

So, Morgan and Greg don't think

Officer Woo is the target
of the FBI investigation.

I think they're right.

Woo's DNA did not match the DNA
on the neck swab.

So Woo's not the one who strangled Grady.

Uh-uh.

Where's that put us now?

Well, I have been looking back
over Grady's CI files,

and instead of links to inmates,

I've been looking at links to officers,

and there's quite a list.

Grady has been making deals for years.

Well, being an informant can be good money.

Well, he's not doing it for the money.

He's doing it to get
his charges reduced, so...

sexual assault is dealt down
to malicious mischief,

and robbery down to burglary.

And the list just goes on and on.

Is there a connection to
any officers that we know?

Carl Brenner.

Brenner?

The gung-ho detective?

He never mentioned anything

about knowing Grady at the crime scene.

All right, wait a minute.

Was Detective Brenner a part
of the Lincoln Mayfield case?

He was.

And Brenner would have been in charge

of putting Grady into
the cell next to Mayfield.

When I talked to Mayfield, he claims

that he never talked to Grady about anything

when they were housed next to each other.

So, what if Brenner fed his informant

the information on Mayfield?

There was a lot of public pressure

at the time for a conviction.

Right? Perfect opportunity
for the new guy in Homicide

to make a name for himself.

What are you doing?

Looking up Detective Brenner's
personnel file.

You know, when officers

take a random drug test, they have to list

all the medications they've been taking.

Yeah, yeah. That's routine.

Right. Here's his medical
disclosure form from last month.

He lists a multivitamin, ibuprofen...

...and terbinafine.

Same medication we found in Grady's blood.

Wow.

- So Brenner was poisoning Grady.
- Yeah.

How much you want to bet he's
the one who strangled him, too?

Okay, here's what we got:

Detective Brenner was using Grady

by feeding him case information
and then putting him

next to suspects that he wanted to frame.

Making Brenner look like a hero.

- Right.
- Explains his meteoric rise

in the department over the last two years.

Mayfield was the most recent.

Also the highest profile.

And that may be what got
the attention of the Feds.

Brenner's a smart guy.

Probably saw it coming.

Started to poison Grady.

Was Brenner at County at
the time Grady was strangled?

Conducting a lineup down
the hall from the laundry.

I'm gonna interrogate
this son of a bitch myself.

I thought we agreed to talk

- before pulling the trigger on this.
- Mitch.

Take Detective Brenner
to Interrogation Room B.

Be my pleasure, sir.

Let's go.

Special Agent Parker,

what we agreed was to work
our cases separately,

at your request, as I recall.

Arresting Brenner could affect
our grand jury hearing,

damage our case going forward.

Not my problem.
We have our own case to solve.

We could work together.

The LVPD is under no obligation

to share investigative information with you.

You want a shot at Brenner,
you can wait till I'm done.

Excuse me.

Sheriff... Sir, look...

I don't know what you've heard, all right?

But-but I am a good cop, okay?

I can't believe you march me in here

like-like some... criminal.

- I put criminals away.
- Yeah, you do.

You got a hell of a conviction rate,

one of the best in the department.

And now every single one of those convictions

is gonna be called into question.

Ah, come on. Every dirtbag I put away

was guilty, no question.

You falsified evidence

by coaching your informant to lie in court.

So I nudged my cases a little bit. So what?

You framed them. Going down that road,

you become worse than the criminals

- you're chasing.
- No, no.

- No, I could never be like them.
- You already are.

You killed Bruce Grady.

The hell I did.

He had poisonous medicine in his system.

Your medicine.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, I gave him the medicine.

But to make him sick, not-not to...

to kill him.

Look, Grady was getting

cold feet about Mayfield's retrial.

I figure, if he's too sick
to testify, the DA's forced

to use his previous testimony.

No, you killed him because
you knew he was two-timing you.

What-what are you talking about?

With the FBI investigation.

Grady was ratting you out
to the Feds, and you found out.

That's why you killed him.

Okay, I-I, um... I need my-my union rep.

Your union rep.

You've committed multiple
felonies while on duty.

Your union is gonna run
in the opposite direction.

Well, then I want a lawyer.

You're gonna need one.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Admitted to the poisoning, denied the murder,

then lawyered up.

Funny thing, though,
from the look on his face,

I don't think he knew about the FBI probe.

Did you get a DNA sample?

No, and there's not a chance
he's gonna give one now.

Actually, wait a minute.

I think he may have given it to me already.

You need me, you call me.

Home number's right on the back.

# This will be my monument #

# This will be a beacon when I'm gone #

# Gone, gone #

# When I'm gone #

# Gone, gone #

# When I'm gone. #

Henry, you look excited.

Were you able to extract any DNA?

Oh, I got a beautiful profile,
but we're not gonna need it.

Well, yeah, we are.

Brenner only admitted to poisoning Grady.

We need to prove that he also strangled him.

Uh, except he didn't.

Okay. What am I missing?

I found a match to the
neck swab from the victim.

The killer's an inmate

named Peter McCrone.

This is the guy that got punched

during that pepper spray melee.

Hey, what the hell?

He's an inmate, so how come
his DNA didn't show up in CODIS?

Oh, uh, only DNA from felons
gets entered into CODIS.

Peter McCrone is in County on a misdemeanor.

We just got his DNA
when Finlay interviewed him.

I mean, it was at the bottom of a big pile

- of inmates, and...
- Hey, come on in.

Hey.

Henry just found a match
to an inmate you talked to.

Yeah, Peter McCrone.

Henry texted me.

So I went back to try to find a connection

between McCrone and Grady.

Right. And?

Grady's earliest arrest
was for sexual assault.

Dealt down to malicious mischief.

Right, I remember seeing that.

McCrone was his victim.

Grady molested him 20 years ago.

Oh.

Well, there's a hell of a motive.

You spend your whole life trying
to put things behind you.

To forget.

But some things, they just never go away.

I know it's difficult.

So, tell me what happened.

Bruce Grady was a janitor
at my elementary school.

He was always nice.

Seemed like someone you could trust.

But he broke that trust.

One afternoon, I forgot my backpack.

Nobody here except you and me, man.

There it is! Thanks, Mr. Grady.

Hey, kid, want to see

a cool picture of a T. Rex?

Sure.

He molested me.

I was nine years old.

I never should have gone near him.

You know, I-I knew something
wasn't right. I knew.

No, he took advantage of a child.

That's not your fault.

He threatened to hurt my family...

if I told.

I wasn't going to, but when I got home,

my mom knew something was wrong.

So I had to tell her.

You know, that's a brave thing to do.

Lot of kids, they won't even say anything.

He was arrested the next day.

And I was ready to testify against him

so he couldn't hurt other kids.

It was all I could think about.

But Grady took a plea bargain.

He got three years.

Three years, that's it.

I couldn't believe it.

How'd you run into Grady in County?

I was dropping supplies off in the laundry.

And I heard arguing.

If you tell the DA about our little talk,

I'm gonna kill you ugly.

I swear, I won't tell anyone.

I swear.

Not a word.

That voice.

I recognized it immediately.

Don't say a word, not to anybody.

Not one word.

The bastard who raped me was right there.

So I waited for the other guy to leave.

You're Bruce Grady, aren't you?

Who's asking?

Pete McCrone.

We met 20 years ago.

When I was a kid.

It's not ringing a bell.

When you raped me.

Figures you'd wind up in here.

Squeezed his neck as hard as I could.

It surprised me.

I didn't think I could
do something like that.

Hmm. Well, then what happened?

I panicked.

I stuffed him into the closet,

I wiped up the blood,
and I got the hell out of there.

What were you even doing in County?

I mean, the only charge
I see here is a misdemeanor.

What the hell happened?

It's stupid... child endangerment.

- What do you mean?
- I left

my two-year-old at home in the crib,

and I went and tried
to pull my wife out of the bar.

While I was gone,
the neighbors called the cops.

And that was a month ago.

You haven't had your arraignment yet?

Public defender told me
he was handling things.

That I'd be out in 24 hours, and then...

never heard anything.

Hey, uh...

maybe you could talk to someone.

Get things straightened out,

get me out of here.

Pete, man, I just...

I don't think that's gonna happen.

You know, not... not now,

after... after all this.

Heard you got a confession out of McCrone.

Yeah.

Yeah, he copped to everything.

He recognized Grady 20 years later?

It was Grady's voice.

That's what got him.

Pete never forgot that voice.

Course, it was a million-to-one shot

that McCrone would even run into
Grady there in the first place.

Yeah, why was he in jail again?

Child endangerment?

Yeah, those charges were dropped.

It was paperwork that kept
him in there for that month.

How you doing? You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, seriously.

Sometimes these cases hit a nerve, you know?

And... this one just hit a nerve

that was a little too close
to home for me, that's all.

You want to talk about it?

No, I want to forget about it.

Okay.

Well...

this is a hell of a job, Nick.

We work a horrific crime,

turn around and work another one.

They're bound to collide

with our personal lives, sooner or later.

Just never know when.

Pete did the exact same thing

I would have done in that situation.

Think you would have gone that far?

Guy goes to jail for a misdemeanor,

ends up in prison for murder.

Momentary decision...
ruined his life forever.

His life was ruined a long time ago.