09x07 - On the Hook

[bunniefuu]

[reel clicking]

[insect buzzing]

[Man]
Hey.

Hey!

Hey, what are you
doing up there?

[dialing]

[panting]

[Woman]
Emergency response.

[Man]
Yeah, look, I got a guy on the bridge.

He looks
like he's about to jump.

- What's your location?
- We're at the bridge south of the--

Wait, wait.
Hold on. No. No. No.

Hey, buddy,
take it easy, all right?

Look, just send help soon.

We're at the bridge south
of the Causeway. I gotta go.

I think he's gonna do something.

Hey, buddy.
Hey, hey, listen up.

Listen to me.
Get off there.

You want to talk?

My name's Brad.

What's yours?

Hey. Hey...

- [gasps]
- No, do not jump!

Do not jump!

Look, we've all had bad days.

It's not worth it. Don't do it.

Stay right there.

Easy, buddy. Easy.

Come on.
It's not that bad.

We all have so much to live for.

- [b*llet whizzes]
- [glass shatters]

Huh?

[b*ll*ts thudding]

[b*ll*ts pinging]

Aah! Aah! Aah!

[b*llet whizzes]

[b*llet whizzes]

[b*ll*ts whizzing]

[police radio chatter]

Mr. Webb, can you tell us
what happened here?

Um, I was on my boat,

and I saw that guy on the bridge,

and he--

he looked like he was gonna jump.

So, um, I yelled,
and he didn't respond,

so I called 911,

and that's when when the sh*ts started.

Could you tell where
the sh*ts originated from?

No, it all happened way too fast.

All right, can you think
of anybody that might want to harm you?

No. No, no.

Well, Brad, unfortunately,
somebody did today,

so we're gonna take you
into protective custody

until we find out who.

I wasn't gonna jump.

Well, the gentleman in the boat
certainly thought so, Shane.

Look, I was behind the railing
the whole time.

Shane, the scuff marks on that railing

are gonna match your shoes.

Look, I'm fine.

It was an adrenaline thing.
You should try it sometime.

Let me get you some help, son.

Look, I already have a shrink.

A man was almost k*lled today.

You're the only witness.
Where did the sh*ts come from?

I heard the sh*ts.

I dropped down to the ground
until your guys grabbed me.

That's all I know.

Okay. Well, that's a start.
You're coming with us.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

[helicopter passing]

[Simmons]
Guys, I just need it down another foot or so.

Okay, hold it, hold it.

Hey, I got a round here.

[Wolfe]
You did?

- No grooves.
- No grooves?

How did that happen?

Not sure.

A lot of possibilities.

What do you got?

I got a .223 round
with no grooves.

A .223?

You know, based on the w*apon
that b*llet would come from,

I'm guessing we're looking

at about a hundred-yard
search radius.

I'll be down below
if you need me, all right?

You take the swamp,
I'll take the rocks.

Can't. Got the nice shoes on today.

I got that allergy,
so, so I'll take the rocks,

and you take the swamp.

All right.

Clear to go.

I'm in. Let's group up
with our dive partners

and head to the site.

Bravo diver, copy.

Charlie diver, copy.

Delta diver.

Good vis at depth.

Let's shut up and go to work.

[Delko]
From west side of channel, working east.

We're at the perimeter.
Let's start our grid search.

[Man] Roger that.
I'll take west side.

[Delko] Starting transmission.
Calleigh, you receiving?

Okay. Transmission is up.
Cameras are working.

It looks like it's business
as usual for the fish.

[Delko]
Yeah, from down here, you'd never know

what just happened up there.

[Man] Starting from data point,
we're going to work west.

[Delko]
I spoke too soon.

When we get the sh**t,

I'm adding animal cruelty to the list.

[Duquesne]
I'd say so.

- Moving on.
- [Man] Copy that.

Still nothing.

Heading east now.

[Man] Also be advised
that delta diver has evidence tags.

[Duquesne]
Hey, Eric, will you turn around?

I thought I saw something
in the corner of the frame.

Yeah, there's a whole junkyard
of them down here.

Any idea what they are?

Yeah, you're holding a sabot.

It's a plastic cap that allows
a smaller caliber round

to be shot out of a larger
caliber r*fle.

The benefits are velocity,
power, range,

with the bonus benefit of disguise.

There are no grooves left
on the b*llet.

The b*llet and the sabot
separate in flight.

Hang on a second.
I'm gonna call Walter

and let him know what we found.

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Walter, it's Calleigh.

Listen, our sh**t
is using sabots.

It lengthens
the effective range.

So you need to tell your team

to triple their grid.

Got it.

Triple?

Now how'd our sh**t manage
a line of sight that far out?

[clicking tongue]

Unless he was elevate--

Elevated.

Aha, you thought you were being slick.

I need backup at the tower,
south of the canal.

He is gone.

Hmm.

[police radio chatter]

I know you were up here
somewhere.

Where were you?

[hollow knock]

That's right, Lee Harvey.

Think you were gonna hide
that from old Walter?

Walter's gonna find you.

Find you... find ya.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the search is over.

We got ourselves a sn*per r*fle.

[sighs]

[loud whoosh]

[g*nsh*t]

[Tripp]
Mr. Hayward.

[loud whoosh]

[g*nsh*t]

Mr. Hayward.

We need you to stop sh**ting
until we're done here.

We can see you like
your Second Amendment.

Speaking of which,

your former business partner,
Brad Webb,

who you just happened
to be suing the pants off of,

was almost k*lled this morning.

Is that right?

Yeah, by a long-range w*apon

similar to three registered
in your name.

He was shot at while fishing.

[chuckles]

That's the way Brad
would have wanted to go.

Drunk, on a boat.

Well, we looked into
your lawsuit with Mr. Webb.

You're alleging breach
of obligations in the partnership?

The company tanked.

Brad thought he could
just up and quit.

Left me on the hook
for half a year's worth of rent,

insurance, not to mention
taxes and operating costs.

Sounds like a horrible breakup.

In fact, that sort of breakup

could cause someone
to do something--

I don't know-- irrational?

- You know what a sabot is?
- Of course.

Well, we found a boatload of them
at Mr. Webb's crime scene.

Too bad you just fired fired your shotgun.

Now your hands
are all covered in G.S.R.

You think I shot at Brad.

Well, you got the means
and the motive.

I just want what's mine.

Dead men don't pay restitution.

Where were you this morning?

At the office.

Feel free to check with the doorman.

But if it had been me...

I wouldn't have missed.

Are we finished here?

[Tripp]
Mr. Hayward?

Do us a favor.
Keep your hunting trips local.

Shane and Tracy Newsom.

Cousins in crime.

Yeah?

Officers said I was done.

Just waiting for my P.O.

You don't remember
six months ago,

when I sent you two
up for shoplifting?

- Boosted a bunch of Nikes.
- Yeah, yeah. Uh, that's us.

But we're doing
real good now.

And, uh, no more trouble.

[Man]
That's not what I heard.

Shane here was at the scene
of a sh**ting this morning.

Do I got that right?

Frank Tripp.

Neal Perkins.
I'm their probation officer.

Shane didn't actually
do anything illegal.

Wrong place at the wrong time.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

That saves me about 35 pages worth
of paperwork.

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

The victim at the crime scene
said that the only thing

holding Shane to the bridge
was a breeze.

- And that concerned me.
- Look, I'm fine.

Thank you, Sergeant,
for telling me this.

I mean, this kid
he has his problems,

but he is in counseling.

I'll suggest to them to up the meds.

Well, it's time to do something.

Well, I spoke to Brad's
ex-business partner.

And?

And he strikes me
as the type of guy

who sh**t first and asks
no questions later.

He's a g*n nut.

I don't think he's our guy.

Really? What makes you say that?

Well, because Brad didn't have
a scratch on him,

which makes me think
that whoever was the sh**t

was inexperienced.

What about the sabots?

Anybody can look up a sabot
on the Internet.

That doesn't mean
they know how to use a g*n.

You know, there's a common
mistake that some amateurs make

when they first start
to use a scope.

They'll press their eyes
against the glass.

It's kind of like when a kid
starts to use a water fountain

and he puts his mouth too close.

If I'm right...

it's possible we could have DNA

from our sh**t on the scope.

Bingo.

Here's to inexperience.

[siren wailing]

[chattering]

Dario Aguilar,
let me see your hands up.

Let's go, all of you,
hands up.

We found your DNA on a w*apon
used in an attempted m*rder today.

You're coming with me
to answer some quest--

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

The next step you take
will be in the morgue.

So, Dario,

why'd you take a shot
at Brad Webb?

I got nothing to say about
the dude or what I done.

Hey, we've seen your rap sheet.
We know m*rder's not your M.O.

Man, just get it over with
and take me in.

You're hiding something.
What is it?

You are, Dario.

And you know what?
We're going to figure out what it is.

- Bring him.
- Let's go.

[siren wailing]

That's Dario Aguilar, Brad.

And you're sure that
this is the man

who shot at me this morning?

Yeah, we're sure.
But we don't have a motive.

Do you recognize him?

I'm sorry. No.

Any out of the ordinary
incidents recently?

Could be as small
as you cutting him off in traffic.

Nothing about this man
rings a bell, all right?

I just want to forget about him
and get back to my life.

Yeah, I get that, Brad.
This man's a gangbanger.

If you don't have a personal
connection with him,

then someone put him up to this.

So whoever wants me dead
is still out there?

Yeah.

You'll be safer here with us.

I'm the victim, but yet I have
to live like a prisoner.

I know it's frustrating,
but the key word-- "live."

Walk out the door, I can't
guarantee what's gonna happen.

[grunting]

[clattering]

Horatio, I got something.

sh**t, Frank.

Dispatch got a call on
an excessive noise complaint.

It was the witness
at this morning's sh**ting.

This morning?
That's Shane Newsom.

Yeah. Apparently,
he raised quite a ruckus.

- We got patrol heading over.
- Okay. Cancel patrol. We'll handle it.

[siren wailing]

- Shane?
- What are you doing here?

[Tripp]
Neighbor called.

Said you were raising a bunch
of hell over here.

Shane, let us get
you some help.

Look, I'm fine.

I'm just letting off
a little steam, that's all.

[Tripp]
Little steam?

I'd like to see what a
lot of steam looks like.

Your biggest problem
used to be footwear fads.

Now you're pushing the destruct button.
What happened?

I got to go.

[Caine]
Shane, just stay where you are.

Now, listen to me.

If you don't tell
us what's going on,

it's a mandatory psych
evaluation for you.

You understand?

Okay.

It's just...

This morning,
the guy was fishing

and talking on his phone,

and next thing you know,
he's getting shot at.

Another day,
it could have been me.

[Caine]
Shane...

you didn't mention
the phone before.

- I didn't?
- No.

[Shane] Guy was talking on his
Bluetooth to someone named Vic.

Running down
a whole bunch of numbers.

Talking about nickels
and dimes, weird stuff.

Vic...

Shane...

could it have been "vig"?

Yeah, maybe.

Hang on.

[cell phone dialing]

Mr. Wolfe, listen to me.

Webb's phone record.

Who has he been
calling this morning?

So, Webb made a phone
call to a land line

that's registered
to this address.

I talked to the manager
of the building.

He said Webb rented it
under his company's name.

But guess what?

His partner had no
idea he was doing it.

Wow. Was Webb a fan
of minimalist decor?

Or did he lose all his
furniture sports betting?

[Wolfe]
Uh, not exactly.

But Horatio said Webb
was talking about the vig.

Hello. The vig.

You know, the vig, the bookie's
take on losing bets.

Yeah, Walter.
Webb's a bookie.

- What?
- See this monitor?

It's to make sure nobody

rushes in the place
without him knowing.

Several phones,
multiple phone lines.

[knocking]

Extra insulation on the walls,
so nobody can hear his conversations.

Probably an answering system
he puts the day's lines on.

Damn, Wolfe,
you know a lot about this.

Yeah, I know too much about it,
but that's in the past.

Enough said.

So what about this?

Standard
ceiling leak?

[liquid sloshes]

Oh, no, Walter.

That's rice paper.

Bookies use it
'cause it's water soluble.

What you do is,

you write your bet
on a piece of paper like this,

then you leave it somewhere
for your bookie to retrieve it.

My bookie's drop box
was downtown.

Then the end of the day,
after he's paid out all his bets,

puts a bunch of these in a bucket,

douses it with water.

Gets rid of the evidence.

[chuckles]

So Webb's a bookie.

That's his big secret, huh?

It's not a big secret anymore.

Brad, you've been wasting our time.

- What?
- Brad, we've been in your office.

Your real office.

It's the one
you run numbers out of.

No. You guys, you got the wrong guy
or maybe you got the wrong--

Hey, Brad, drop it, okay?

We know you're a bookie.

And that means everyone
who owes you money is a suspect.

[Wolfe]
So why don't you sit there,

do us all a favor,
be a good boy,

give us a list of your clients.

Okay, look... I don't know
who most of my clients are.

All my transactions--
they're done at a drop box

or on my phone.

All right, Brad, what about this?

Somebody owes you money,
what do you do?

I collect.

And how exactly do you collect?

Look, all right,
someone tried to k*ll me,

and you're hassling
me over a few bets?

I'm out of here.

You know, I can charge you
with bookmaking right now.

Yeah, till you do,

you can't hold me.

Listen, Mr. Webb, I don't think
you understand the situation here.

I am trying to save your life.

- Get down!
- [g*nf*re]

- [alarm bell ringing]
- [people shouting]

The rounds are coming
from the elevated station.

Have them stop service at Brickell.

Stop that train.

Call it in.
Nobody leaves, including you.

Lock it down right now.

Nobody leaves that train.

[people clamoring]

[Man on P.A.]
Please move away from the platform.

Service is disrupted
from Brickell station to the marina.

[Man]
What's this about?

[Officer] I.D., please.
I need to see your I.D.

[Man]
Hands on the wall.

Delko, I got a g*n!

Everybody down, down.

Look, I have a license
to carry a concealed w*apon.

[Tripp] You have a license
to m*rder someone with it?

What?

Get over there and shut up!

What do you got, Frank?

Chamber's clean.

It means the g*n hasn't been
fired recently.

We searched everyone.
That means the sh**t's gone.

Hey. Make sure patrol
doesn't let anybody

leave the station downstairs.

[Officer] All units, be advised,
do not let anybody leave the station.

Mr. Webb, you were officially
charged with bookmaking.

Then I get a phone call
saying that you're checking out?

Yep. I made bail.

According to my attorney here,

I don't have to be back
until the prelim.

Okay, look, you've escaped
death twice today.

Let's not go for a third.

After what just happened here,

I'm not exactly feeling safe
underneath your roof.

I think I'll try it on my own.

You know, I'm pretty good
at playing the odds.

We haven't found him yet,

but we have someone checking
every train in the city,

and we're not gonna stop
until we do.

Good luck with that.

No grooves,
just like this morning.

I guess they're
using sabots again.

And no one on the
platform saw anything?

Well, that's the thing.
I talked to Transit.

Apparently, between rush hour,

this platform
is like a ghost town.

So I'm guessing there wasn't
even anyone on the platform.

You know, the train was just pulling
in as the sh*ts were fired.

Let's get out of here,
so we can get a look at that track.

Already found
one sn*per today.

Here goes two.

Hey, Walter, I found a casing.

It's a .223.
Still no striations.

Striations or not,

two people have taken
sh*ts at Brad Webb today,

and I think they're
gonna keep trying.

Well, he's a bookie.

Either someone owes him money
or he welched on a bet.

Nothing spills
blood like money.

Hey, you know,
I saw another piece like this

over there on the track.

Some kind of residue
or something.

Help me out for a second.

Place looks like a garbage
dump for a hardware store.

Well, it could
lead us to the sh**t.

I think we should
take it all in.

You would say that.

Okay, gentlemen.

This is it.

This is the g*n.

What?

Wow.

So then this pipe--
that's the barrel.

That wood's the stock.

The door hinge,
the door hinge is a hammer.

They used a nail
to serve as a firing pin.

And this spring--

wow, this spring creates
the force that's necessary

for the firing pin
to activate the primer.

[train wheels clattering]

[g*nsh*t]

It doesn't have
a manufacturer's grooved barrel.

That explains why the b*ll*ts
didn't have striations on them.

Right. But why'd the g*n
end up in so many pieces?

Because any misstep
in the construction

of a homemade w*apon
will render it unstable.

So this w*apon
literally blew itself apart.

[g*nsh*t]

Wow, that's a big risk.

You know,
why not just buy a g*n?

Well, without trace,
DNA, or prints,

homemade g*n like this--
it's virtually untraceable.

Until now.
Until now.

I didn't make anything.

Oh, no?

Let me see your arms.

How'd you get
those burns, Shane?

[Shane]
I was barbecuing.

You were barbecuing?

Here's what I think happened.

I think you made the w*apon,

I think you discharged
the w*apon from the train platform,

it exploded on you,

and that's how
you got those burns.

Now, here's my question.

When did you start
gambling with Webb?

What are you talking about?

I know it doesn't look like it,
but I try to live a clean life.

How did you and Dario
get so far in debt?

I don't know any Dario.

Okay? I told you,
I don't gamble.

Then why'd you try
to k*ll the bookie?

Look, if you're gonna
take me in,

why don't you just do it already?

See, I think, Shane,

that you and Dario
are working for someone.

Who is it, Shane?

I can't.

And I think that person
has threatened to k*ll you.

Shane Newsom and Dario Aguilar
are working for someone, Frank,

but won't say who.

[computer beeping]

Besides the fact
they both shot at Brad Webb,

I can't find a common link.

So they've both been arrested, right?

Yeah, but they couldn't have met in jail.

Shane's never been in.

Suspended sentence.

Wait a second.

Horatio, look who Dario's
probation officer is.

Neal Perkins.

[Tripp]
Yeah, I met the guy.

Out of all the probation
officers in Miami,

what are the chances?

Look, man, call my P.O.
Get him down here now.

There ain't no way
I'm goin' down like this.

Perkins is not
gonna bail you out.

We know he's the one
that made you sh**t at Webb.

[Delko]
PD already spoke to him.

You know what he had to say
about you?

He said, "I tried my best with him,

"but he obviously doesn't
belong in society.

I think it's time
to throw away the key."

Why do you think he wouldn't
take your call?

- He played me, man.
- Yeah.

No, no, no. He should be sitting
here, not me.

Only way to make that happen
is for you to tell us everything.

Might even earn yourself
some leniency.

Tell me, how does one man get
another to k*ll for him?

He said if I didn't k*ll the dude,

Vice would find
so much coke in my crib,

it'd look like little Colombia in there.

Yeah, well, attempted m*rder
charge won't be any better.

Listen, man, he gave me the
r*fle and he gave me the a*mo.

And he said if I got caught,
he'd protect me.

So who's this guy
you want me to cap?

Tomorrow morning.

Guy'll be fishing at C-147.

He's like clockwork.

Hey...

don't mess this up.

That dude was in the boat,
just like Perkins said he'd be.

[Webb]
You okay?

And then I saw some other guy
on the bridge...

My name's Brad.
What's yours?

...acting all crazy like he was
gonna jump, making a commotion.

Hey, no, do not jump.
Do not jump.

That's it.

Y'all know everything.

Now y'all can do your job
and go get Perkins.

Testimony of a felon's not gonna
convince the ASA.

I don't think so, no.

Do you have any proof, Dario?

Text message from Perkins, anything?

No, man, it was all face-to-face.

You know, you said he gave you
the r*fle and the a*mo.

Did he give you anything else?

- Nah, nothing.
- That's too bad.

Look, hold up.
You guys are gonna tell me

that he's gonna
get away with this?

No, you better hope not.

We got one more person
we can talk to.

I know what you were doing
at the canal this morning.

You heard Mr. Perkins
planning a m*rder,

so you decided to stop it.

I didn't want anybody to get hurt

because I looked the other way.

After that,
he put you onto his target.

He's always having his probies
do stuff for him.

And if you say no,

he'll violate your probation
and throw you in jail.

Perkins actually came to me
first about sh**ting Webb.

But once he saw I couldn't stomach it,

that's when he got Dario.

But after I tried
to stop the m*rder,

Perkins just lost it.

Today he came to my place,
and he was really angry.

You thought you'd get in
the way of my business?

- Look, I wasn't trying to mess things up.
- Well, you did.

Now you got to fix it.

No. No, I can't do that.

You don't and I'm gonna say
I found so much cocaine

in Tracy's car,

she's gonna go to
prison for 20 years.

Though I will miss
our little "dates," though.

Look, you leave her out of this.

The only way she stays out
is if you make amends.

Time to finish what
you interrupted.

Look, where's the g*n?

No store g*n.

It'll tie right
back to you.

- You're gonna make one.
- How am I supposed to that?

[g*nshots]

I missed the shot,

and now I can't
find Tracy.

Where is the piece
of paper now?

Shane, in order to save Tracy,
I need to know.

He told me to fill up
the sink and toss it in.

- So I did.
- [phone speed-dialing]

Yes, Mr. Wolfe, I need you
to retrieve something.

[sizzling]

You think the ink's
still viable?

If there is any pigment left,

it should fluoresce
in infrared light.

[beep]

Oh, my God, it worked.

Grab one of those writing samples
we got from probation.

[Duquesne]
All right, both have heavy pressure.

They both lean
vertically to the left.

The spacing is the same.

[Wolfe]
Look at the mid-line on the A's.

There's extreme protrusion there.

[Duquesne]
It's the same guy.

This is it.

This confirms Perkins
made the drawing of the g*n.

[Wolfe]
So he's trying to k*ll Brad

because it's easier than paying him off.

- I'll call H.
- Great.

[siren wailing]

[woman sobbing quietly]

[sniffles]

Please don't do this to me.

Please don't...

- Tracy, come on.
- Please don't.

I thought we were past this.

[Tracy, crying]
Please don't... please...

You should know the deal by now.

- You give me what I want...
- No, please don't.

- [sobbing] Please stop.
- Hey. Get over here.

- Stop.
- And you don't go to jail.

No. Please.

[grunts]

- No.
- Come here.

- All right.
- [sobbing] Please stop.

Stop. Please!

What the hell?
[grunting]

You...

are under arrest for solicitation

of m*rder and r*pe.

You have no evidence.

I am loaded with evidence, my friend.

What are you gonna do?

You're gonna k*ll me out here?

You know what?

Believe me, that's a tempting offer,
but for today,

I'm going to show you what
the next 30 years is going to be like.

And how are you gonna do that?

- [groaning]
- [police radio chatter]

[panting]

[Perkins groaning loudly]

[Perkins groans]

[sobbing quietly]

Tracy...

[crying, sniffling]

Tracy, you okay?

I think so.

So, what's--
what's gonna happen now?

Well...

for starters,
you're never gonna see him again.

[sighs]

Okay.

[sniffles]
Thank you.

You know how
you can thank me?

There's somebody...

that you need to talk to.

- Hello?
- Shane?

Tracy? You okay?

I think I'm gonna be.

Look, I-I tried to stop him
to protect you from jail.

To do that,
I had to do something bad.

I'm not gonna be around for a while.

[sobs]

♪ Yeah! ♪