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Help !

Hotel landscaper found him.

Almost hit him
with his weed wacker.

He hasn't been here long, Frank.

I've got uniforms
canvassing for other witnesses.

Hello. Hi.
Are you in charge here ?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Could the patrol
cars park in the back ?

I don't want to upset the guests.

Oh, yeah, we'll jump right on that.

Who are you ?

Craig Seabourn,
manager of the hotel.

So, Seabourn, do you know this man ?

Armando Diaz.

He's an employee here,

takes care of the pool.

And someone took care of him.

Not here.

I agree.

I think he was killed
somewhere else and dumped here.

Told you.

No way is my place involved in this.

We're a five-star hotel.

How do you explain this ?

- Where did you find that ?
- I found it on his body.

It's the key
to the penthouse suite.

Or as we call it,
the primary crime scene.

Mr. Seabourn, you are about
to lose your five-star status.

CSI: Miami - Season 4
Episode 5 - Three-Way

Welcome to Hotel Graciana.

Thank you.

Hope you enjoy your visit.

Can we have a quote ?

I just want one comment.

Could you move to your left ?

No, no, camera left.

Just one comment.

I'm going to ask you
one more time,

take that camera off my body.

The dead deserve better.

We're good to go.

Then go.

You still seeing her ?

No. It's...

She's very pretty, so I...

Could we just focus
on the victim ?

Confirmation,

he wasn't killed here.

Head wounds are the second
biggest bleeders

next to arterial cuts,
and I don't see any blood.

Body's been moved.
We're thinking Penthouse.

Yeah. I heard that on the news.

She didn't get it from me, okay ?

Yeah, right.

The victim really looks like
he's been through the ringer.

Yeah.

Worst of it, looks like
blunt force trauma to the head.

I'll know more at the post.

Lot of white fibers in his hair.

Maybe cotton ?

I don't know.

I bagged some of it for you.

H said he's a pool boy.

Probably from towels.

Question is, what's the pool boy
doing in the penthouse suite ?

Yeah, let's head up there.

I got paged at court,
I'm out a kit.

All right the backup's
in the Hummer.

Oh, great.

We'll meet you in the lobby.

- Horatio ?
- Yeah.

Dispatch says
the Chief's looking for you.

Did you say the Chief ?

- He mention why ?
- I have no idea,

but he wants to talk to you,

says he'll send a car for you.

I'll drive myself, Frank.

A case you were working on
a few years ago--

the guy's up for parole. I need you
to make a statement at his hearing.

And you took me off
a crime scene for this, Chief ?

There have been rumblings
about your team.

Rumblings ?
How do you mean ?

I need an honest assessment
of what these kids are up to.

Our solve rate
is second to none.

But one of your CSIs

is an open leak to the media.

One's got money trouble,

one quit her job
that she was trained to do,

and we're suffering for it.

So, it sounds like
the brass is planning

to make a surprise visit.

Yeah, I heard it at breakfast.

It could happen any time
in the next eight weeks.

They're gonna be looking
at character and case-handling.

Chief, I am...

I am not concerned
about the character of my team.

Given the, uh,

character issues,

you might want
to do a dry test on a case.

Like maybe the dead
pool boy at the hotel.

Let your team run
this one on their own.

Shore up their protocols.

Somebody's really gunning
for us, aren't they ?

I don't know who.

All I know is that they got to get the
kinks out before the brass sweeps in,

does their own eval.

We'll be ready.

Who borrowed the backup kit last ?

I did.

There are no swabs,
evidence bags,

and the maglight's dead.

Forgot to restock it. Sorry.

Gonna borrow some of yours.

Actually, I need those.

I know the feeling.

Could you at least leave me
an extra pair of gloves ?

Yes. Yours don't fit me anyway.

We paid good money
for the penthouse.

I'm sorry.

Well, you can't keep
us out of our own room.

Actually, I can.
It's a crime scene.

What ?

Any of you know, uh...

know this guy,

worked at the pool ?

That's Armando.

So, you know him ?

He oiled me.

I beg your pardon ?

Tanning oil.

The hotel has somebody
who applies it at the pool.

He oiled all of us.

Just relax.

Just relax.

Relax.

Is that true ?

Yeah.

This must be some kind of mistake.

There isn't.

Armando's been murdered.

I was wondering if any of you ladies

could tell me how he got a key
to your room ?

What ?

No.

Maybe he robbed us.

Maybe.

Will you excuse us
for a second, please ?

I counted three wedding bands,

but there don't seem
to be any husbands.

They're calling it "Wives' Weekend."

Sun, spa, but no sex.

We'll see about that.

Yeah, I knew that, Eric,

'cause, actually, I worked
that case, too, so...

Good.

Got some blood.

Looks like this is
where our vic bought it.

Or had a drink.
That could be a Bloody Mary.

Well, Phenolphthalein
will confirm that.

Even if it's blood,
once it's dry,

there's no way to tell
how recent it is.

The blood could be six weeks old.

Yeah, or six hours.

It's blood.

Something happened here.

Well, confrontations usually start

in the bedroom or the bathroom.

I'll take the bathroom.

I'll take one of the bedrooms.

I guess I'll start in here then.

Need some help ?

I think I've got it.
Thanks.

There's cast-off
on the ceiling with no

accompanying blood pool on the floor.

So, somebody cleaned the floor,
and forgot the ceiling.

People only clean what's in their
line of sight, eyes to knees.

Let's see what the crime
light's gonna show.

- Will you get the lights ?
- Yup.

Looks like a pint's worth of blood.

I wonder who cleaned it.

I know how they did it.

All the towels are gone.

"How" is the first step to "who."

Excuse me.

I'm with Miami-Dade P.D.

No Q-tips,
no laundry bags.

That's all right. I just need
to look in your cart.

Oh, si, si.

Dios mio.

Te juro, que no se
dedonde vino esa sangre.

Esta bien, te creo.

Blood and hair--

looks like I got a twofer.

Redecorating your bathroom ?

I'm trying to confirm one is
a murder scene, and I'm betting

that's my vic's blood on the end.

My ThermoCycler will let you know.

Great.

And you know I'm good for the rest.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Hey,

have you got anything on the hair ?

Take a look.

Looks like the shaft is split.

Yeah, and it's flat in diameter.

And it's curly at the root.

African hair.

Yup.

I think we have a suspect.

Is this about that pool guy ?

We found your hair on
the towel bar that killed him.

Well, it probably got there
when I hung up a towel.

I don't think so.

The way it was wound,
it's unlikely that

it got trapped there
from casual transfer.

How do you know it's mine ?

Well, I could take your DNA.

Unless there's something
you want to tell me.

Okay.

I went back to the room
to take a shower.

I guess Armando followed me.

You left this in your cabana.

And then what happened ?

I'd rather not get into it.

I understand this is
incredibly difficult,

but a man is dead.

He was so gorgeous.

Showing up at my door.

Things like that don't happen
to me back in Pensacola.

So you broke the wives' weekend rule.

Not exactly.

Well, ma'am, either
you did or you didn't.

Okay, so...

the pool boy's cabana wouldn't go up.

It's one thing when it
happens with my husband,

but come on,

this guy was 24 years old,
and he couldn't perform ?

I was embarrassed.

He had to go take his little blue pills.

Don't make that face.

It's not me. It's you.

Go to hell.

I had to protect myself.

So you're saying that
it was self-defense.

It was.

One hit is self-defense.

Two more is murder.

This is called cast-off.

It proves that you took two
additional, very bloody swings.

I guess I just lost it.

Well...

Then that's what you write.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey.

You got a pretty
satisfied look on your face.

Beth Jacobson is writing
her confession as we speak.

Her confession ?

Yeah. She killed Armando
Diaz with a towel rod.

Not according to my evidence.

I know the feeling.

Could you at least
leave me a pair of gloves ?

Sure.

Yours are too big for me anyway.

Dude, are those
rolling papers in there ?

They're not mine.

Someone must've borrowed my kit.

At least they restocked it.

Yeah, we really got to crack down on
the pot smoking kit thieves around here.

I said, they're not mine.

Relax, Delko.

I believe you.

I hate it when people jump
to conclusions, don't you ?

No, Officer, I don't seem
to recall anything like that.

Maybe I can get your statements.

Sure, we'll give you anything you need.

Do you know when
we'll be able to go inside ?

No I don't.

This must be some kind of mistake.

Okay. I'll start in this room.

Hang on. Need to clear a path.

Path for what ? There's no body.

Path to the other rooms.

Evidence gets stuck to shoes.

Just happened in a
case a couple weeks ago.

Actually, I remember
that, Eric, because, um,

I worked that case, too.

Good.

Got some blood here.

Looks like this is where
our vic bought it.

Or had a drink.

Could be a...

Phenolphthalein

Bathroom...

All right, I'll take
one of the bedrooms.

I guess I'll start in here then.

So somebody cleaned
the floor, forgot the ceiling.

People only clean what's in
their line of sight, eyes to knees.

Excuse me. You mind if I take
a few things from your cart ?

Que ?

- Oh, s�, s�.
- Okay, gracias.

I ran out of supplies.

Great. Thank you.

It could be a trail.

Maybe this will lead us
to the crime scene.

Gracias.

Frank, you got a flashlight ?

Ah, yeah.

Where's yours ?

It's a long story.

Looks like a, uh,

Felicia Hardy was in this room.

You know, the redhead.

Yeah, nothing hinky
about Mrs. Hardy yet.

Consistent with her statement.

Married, sleeping alone.

Or not.

So much for their no sex rule.

Is that a hotel laundry bag ?

Yeah.

You're supposed to collect
evidence with that ?

Procedures manual only requires
a single-use container.

I forgot to restock my kit.

All right.

Looks like Felicia went for a triple.

Found two more condoms.

Found the cause of
the blunt force trauma.

Doesn't make sense.

Guy hits his head
hard enough to be fatal...

where's the blood ?

Calleigh found blood in the bathroom.

Somebody cleaned it up.

Okay, we need to talk to
Felicia Hardy. Where is she ?

She's down in the lobby.

We finished questioning her,
she said she had to go.

Yeah, I bet she did.

Hey, hang on a second.

Put that down.

Can I help you with something ?

Yeah.

Were these bags in your room ?

Yeah. Why ?

Gonna have to collect them.

And you are ?

I'm-I'm her husband.

Thought they were
supposed to stay home.

She called me to come pick her up.

Why do they need to
see your bags, Felicia ?

The pool boy broke into our suite, so...

We're going to need to collect
elimination samples as well.

For robbery ?

No. For murder.

Pool boy turned up dead.

What ?

It's okay. I'm sure
they just need fingerprints.

Yeah, and DNA from you.

DNA ? For what ?

It's standard procedure.

And like I said I'm going to need
to hang on to your luggage.

...and I'll let you know.

Great.

you know I'm good for the rest.

Okay.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Unbelievable.

What ?

Wolfe.

Again ?

You need to just go on
a room and beat each other up.

Yeah, I just saw him hand a wad of cash
to that reporter girlfriend of his.

For what ?

For what ?
For more air time probably.

The guy gets off being on TV.

I haven't been here that long, but

he seems like a good criminalist.

Who cares if he likes the media ?

The media can ruin a case.

Really ?

I heard she helped you guys out
on the Mala Noche thing.

Elimination samples, call me
when the results are in, okay ?

And don't forget to run it against...

The condoms. Yes, I know.

You know, you got some trust issues.

You're right.

All right, that's it.

Looks like it's going to be just
you and me, Armando, baby.

Apparently, CSIs have more
important things to do.

Great.

What ?

Well, I think I found sodium sulfonate and
fluorescent dye on Felicia Hardy's suitcase.

Blood's my thing, Eric.
You gonna have to translate.

It's, uh, it's laundry detergent.

It's not a huge lead
when you find it

on a soccer mom's luggage.

Where one door closes...

Your victim's DNA
was inside the condoms,

but the really great part ?

The vaginal contribution on
the outside matches Felicia Hardy.

The brochures say
the air's different in Miami.

I didn't know what they meant
till I got here.

Yeah, right.

The air.

Makes you cheat on your husband.

I know.

I can't believe I did it. I...

I mean, I just feel sick.

I love Steven.

That's why I called him
to come get me.

I just wanted to pretend
none of this ever happened.

Well, what did happen ?

Pool boy seduce you ?

Not exactly.

Kinda the other way around.

Look, I didn't go looking for him.

He just appeared in your bed.

Basically.

Look, I came back
from my massage,

and he was in my hotel suite,

holding some ice to his head.

He told me he had
slipped by the pool.

What was he doing
in your room ?

Returning a book to Beth.

Said the maid let him in.

You notice if his head
was bleeding ?

That's not what I noticed.

I know when a man
is attracted to me and

he was very attracted.

My...

I found some blood and hair on
the headboard. How'd it get there ?

I think he must've hit his head. I...

You don't know ?

I couldn't really see him.
He was...

he was behind me.

You didn't notice
that he hit his head ?

We were together
for almost two hours.

So I just thought he was,

you know, exhausted.

Armando ?

You okay ?

I definitely didn't think
he was hurt.

God, I feel so guilty.

Guilty about what,

cheating on your husband, or

leaving a man to die ?

I'm sorry.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You got a pretty satisfied
look on your face.

Beth Jacobson is writing
her confession as we speak.

- Her confession ?
- Yeah.

She killed her Armando Diaz
with a towel rod.

Not according to my evidence.

What do you mean ?

I collected three condoms
from Felicia Hardy's bedroom.

DNA on the inside said
it's from our vic, Armando,

and the DNA on the outside
said it's from Felicia.

And you think that's what killed him--
excessive lovemaking ?

Excessive.

What about the blunt force trauma ?

He cracked his head
on the headboard.

See I disagree.
According to the spatter,

Beth hit him three times,
one free, two cast-off.

She killed him with a towel rod.

No, it was Felicia.

The guy conked out
right next to her,

she failed to call 911 and
then decided to skip town.

It's negligent homicide.

Actually...

you're both wrong.

I know who the killer is.

Welcome to Hotel Graciana.

Relax, Delko.

I believe you.

I hate it when people jump
to conclusions, don't you ?

Beg your pardon ?

Tanning oil-- hotel has
someone who applies it.

He oiled all of us.

Well, maybe he robbed us.

Maybe.

Will you excuse us...

Okay, I'll start with this room.

Hang on.

Got to clear a path first.

A path to what ?
There's no body.

Found some blood.

Looks like this is
where our vic bought it.

I'll take one of the bedrooms.

I guess I'll start in here then.

Sir ?

You need something ?

No, I'm just expanding
the crime scene.

All right, well, let me help you.

- I'll put up some more tape.
- Great, thank you.

Oh, he's right.

There's some blood.

Could be a trail.

Maybe this will lead us
to the crime scene.

Really ?

Yeah.

It's definitely gravitational,
you see that ?

Blood points
in the direction of travel.

It's toward the stairwell.

Looks like I found
where the guy was killed.

Went over the railing here,

hit the stairs down there.

Looks like our blunt force trauma.

I'll secure the area, sir.

Uh, it's just Ryan, okay ?

You are, Ryan Wolfe. I...

I thought I recognized you.
From the Erica Sikes, TV.

Yeah, great.

Could you just make sure
nobody comes back here ?

Is that evidence ?

What ?

Yeah, that's a contact lens.

So what do you think ?

Accident ? Homicide ?

Suicide ?

Based on the height of the rail...

I would see hand marks if he fell.

From bracing himself ?

Exactly. And he
probably didn't jump,

'cause he was bleeding
from the head, so chances are,

he was probably too weak.

Leaves one option.

Yeah, murder.

It looks like our killer
left a calling card.

Ryan ?

Just the man I
was looking for.

Erica, not now, I'm busy.

I need to ask you something.

If it's a question about the case,
I can't give an answer.

Okay,

it isn't, but point made.

Well, come on, what is it ?

I need to get reimbursed
for that DAT you busted.

You know, from the whole
Mala Noche thing.

My producers have been
hounding me, and...

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
how much is it ?

500 bucks.

500 bucks ?

For a recorder ?

Are you kidding ?
What is it, dipped in gold ?

Erica, I work for the county.
I can't afford that.

I didn't break it, Ryan

I'll give you more
when I get my paycheck.

You know I'm good for the rest.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Get in line, Ryan,
I'm completely buried.

Where's Markham ?

Took a personal day... again.

I got a bloody shoeprint
from the hotel murder.

Shoeprint ? This is Firearms.

Firearms does patterns
and impressions.

Markham never told me that.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Got a partial here.

Mm. Least I know what I'm
doing with a computer.

I'll run it through
image recovery.

We should get something.

Looks like a...

looks like a logo.

No, no,

it's lettering, maybe ?

All right, I'll run it
against the font database.

P-R-A-D-A.

That spells expensive.

I think I know somebody
who can afford them.

I swear, I didn't kill anyone.

I got a

call from the penthouse suite,
asking me to move a body.

Is that just one of
your many services ?

The woman said it was an
accident, and I believed her.

What woman called you ?

Didn't ask her name.

The hotel caters to VIPs.
I've learned to be discreet.

So just walk me through this.

Well, I went to the penthouse,

the body wasn't there.

I thought it was a prank,
but then I saw the blood.

If you were in the penthouse,

why was your footprint
in the stairwell ?

When I left the suite,
I heard something.

Different place,

same corpse the woman told me about.

I had to move the body.

Okay, so

you dumped the body
in the front lawn of your hotel.

Come on, Craig,
that's not very "discreet."

No, I-I...

put him in the trunk
of my car, but

as I was pulling out,

he came to.

Help ! Someone !

Oh, and that's
when you killed him.

No ! I let him go. I actually

watched him walk away.

And if that's true, Craig,

how did the dead body end up
on the front lawn of the hotel ?

I have no idea !
I know it sounds insane,

but it's true.

I mean, how could I make
something like that up ?

Craig, people lie to
the cops all the time.

Hang on, I got proof.

He tried to bribe me
to let him go.

He gave me this.

It's worth about 50 grand at least.

Please.

All right,
get out of here.

I didn't accept it as a bribe.

I just took it because I knew
it didn't belong to him.

Yvette ?

I guess you know who called me.

I think she did more than that.

Dennis and Yvette, 1998.

Where did you get it ?

Apparently, Armando Diaz had it.

- The guy who died ?
- Yeah, the guy you pushed.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

He must have stolen it

when he was oiling me up.

See, I might believe you...

except I found this
at the crime scene.

What's that ?

It really must be hard to walk
around with one contact in.

Look, it was an accident.

Armando and I...

hung out

at his cabana earlier that day.

You mean you had sex with him.

Correct.

The ring was in my purse,
I figured he must have taken it,

so I went to find him.

You're crazy !
I don't have your ring.

I can see it there in your pocket !

Oh, my God.

If the ring's so important,

why didn't you grab it
when he was out cold ?

Well, I wanted to,
but I couldn't.

Someone was coming.

That was the manager
that you called.

I didn't call anybody.

Well, you better call your lawyer.

No, it was Felicia.

The guy conked out right next her,

she failed to call 911,

then decided to skip town.

It's negligent homicide.

Actually,

you're both wrong.

I know who the killer is.

Diaz was killed on the stairs.

Yvette pushed him over the railing.

Which stairs ?

Utility stairs outside
the penthouse suite.

I found a pool of the victim's blood.

The guy bled all over the hotel.
How does that prove anything ?

Okay, let's not do this
in front of the suspects.

I don't understand.
Beth confessed.

Felicia told me straight out
that Armando hit his head

while they were having sex.

Okay, I have a weapon
covered in Armando's blood

with Beth's hair on it.

Cause of death, please.

Blunt force trauma.

Which was Alexx's first impression

while she waited for
somebody to show up at post.

- I thought you guys went.
- We thought you did.

We never assume anything, do we ?

Oh, that's Alexx's report.

What's the cause of death ?

Fracture of the cervical spine.

Died of a broken neck.

Caused by his header down the stairs.

But his jaw was intact,

which it wouldn't have been
if the fall broke his neck.

So someone broke it for him.

Right.

But who ?

Okay,

so we know that Armando was
in three separate altercations.

None of which killed him.

Well, the guy had stamina.

Yeah, tell me about it.

He was with Felicia Hardy
for over two hours.

With pharmaceutical assistance.

Oh, yeah ?
He took Viagra ?

Beth Johnson saw him take it.

Which means that he was with
Beth Johnson before Felicia.

And I found his blood
on the head (???)

And then Yvette.

I don't have your ring.

I can see it right there
in your pocket.

And then he ended up
in the stairwell

for the manager to finish him off ?

Yeah, but the manager
said he didn't do it.

Do we have any evidence
to prove that he was lying ?

Like trace from the victim's body ?

Well, I...

I didn't tape lift him.

I thought you usually did that.

No, you were supposed to...

All right, look.

Never assume.

The clothes are right here.

Armando was covered in lint.

Didn't you see cotton fibers
in his hair at the scene ?

And my suspect had traces of
laundry detergent on her luggage.

Okay,

we got lint,

cotton fibers,

detergent.

We've missed a crime scene.

Can't imagine what their
electricity bill's like here.

How many pounds of laundry you think
they go through in this hotel ?

Try tons.

And they still can't
get the blood out.

This is where our vic was killed.

The strength it would take
to subdue Armando, let alone

snap his neck...

And a woman doesn't have it,

no matter how much she works out.

Brings us back to the manager.

Or whoever left the print.

There is one more
man in the picture.

We are going to sue your
entire department for this.

Fine, maybe your lawyer

can explain your husband's
handprint in the victim's blood.

This was left by Armando's killer.

And this is a thumbprint

left when your husband
picked up your luggage.

It only takes one print
to match to a person.

And we compared the handprint

to the print on your luggage.

My guess is it was just a happy
coincidence you ran into

Armando Diaz in the parking lot.

Armando had been
through a lot already.

Probably didn't have
much fight in him.

This is ridiculous.
I wasn't even here.

Steven was in Miramar
when I called him.

It's a 45-minute drive.

Did you call him on his cell phone ?

How do you know
exactly where he was ?

All right, you know,
that's enough.

Felicia, don't say anything else
until we talk to Jerry.

Hold on.

Take a last look at
this other picture

from when you were loading
luggage in your car.

And notice the windshield.

Looks like you got caught
in a little rainstorm.

Even though it was 70 and sunny
in Miramar all day.

We checked.

Miami had a sun shower
between 11:03 and 11:14.

That's right.

Your windshield was in Miami at 11:00.

Which means that you were, too.

You were here.

You were spying on me ?

Felicia...

You've shown no interest in me
in the last two years

and you're spying on me ?

That doesn't make sense.

I know, I know.

Then what were you doing here ?

Which one ?

I'm sorry, Felicia.

I really am.

Yeah, and Mr. Hardy doesn't like
his mistress cheating on him.

You slept with this guy ?

What ?

I don't see you leaving
your wife anytime soon.

Doesn't mean you can
screw around on me.

You were my Maid of Honor.

So you sleep with steven
and my Armando.

"My Armando" ?

You know, I thought
this was a wives' weekend.

No sex.

Look who's talking.

Home wrecker.

I thought we were friends.

We don't even know each other.

We know each other, Felicia.

We just don't like each other.

Here's to our first wives' weekend.

The first of many.

Ever year for the rest of our lives.

Here's to doing this
till we are old and gray.

I read the hotel has
this guy that oils you up.

Sweet.

So long as that's all he does.