All language subtitles for CSI Miami - 4x07 - Felony Flight.en

It looks like it's coming
straight at us.

No.

Is it?

Is it?!

It's on fire.
Dude, swerve...!

Are you okay?

I am.

I think my copilot needs
some help, though.

Sure, yeah.
Anything.

Are those handcuffs?

Oh, my God.

Don't, don't.
Please don't.

Make it worth my while.

I'll do anything you say.

Oh, you say that now.

Get in the car.

Copilot dead, too, Frank?

Yeah, he's inside.

He's got the Marshal's gun.

Pilot radioed a Mayday.

Controller couldn't understand
what he was saying.

Frank, this plane was sabotaged.

Witnesses saw smoke
a mile away.

This is gonna fall
on the Chief.

He's the one who approved
Henry Darius flying

down to Miami to find the body
of Lydia Johnson.

Against my wishes.

Kids' parents say,

they, uh, drove a yellow
convertible Mustang.

I'll put out
a broadcast.

Darius and a convict
to be named later.

Armed and dangerous, Frank.

* Yeah! *

* We don't get fooled again *

* Don't get fooled again *

* No, no. *

Floor panel's gone.

All of these wires are
the electrical switch assembly.

Insulations ripped off
that pipe.

Looks like a
coolant duct.

So, somebody
punctured it.

DELKO:
Yeah. That puncture released

hot gas, so I bet...

I bet our guy has burns
on his hands.

That pipe right there--

that pipe contains hot,
bleed air.

Keeps it away
from the engines.

When he punctured the pipe,
it caused a slow leak,

and that raised the temperature
of the engine.

And caused an emergency landing.

Come on. Let's look
for the black box.

Right.

Notified New York.

Appreciate it.

Detective Taylor sends
his regards,

offers his services.

Mac's a good man.

I figured you'd say that.

I'll tell him
to come down.

We need everybody

that Darius dealt with
at Attica, okay?

I'll tell him.

Thank you.

I waited till the kid got out
of the car.

He was about six,
seven years old.

MAN:
Mrs. Johnson's son.

What did you do
after that?

I got in the car
and held a gun to her head.

Scream and I'll blow
your head off.

And I'll do the same
to your little boy.

She was fighting, screaming,

so I took care of it.

Took care of it how?

Shot her.

She didn't make a peep
after that.

MAN:
I'm gonna ask you again.

Where did you
bury her body?

Now, you dig deeper than that.

And there's no reason for you
to take me all the way

from New York to Miami
to show you her body, is there?

Miami-Dade's not putting you
on a plane without something.

She had on a pearl Rolex.

A fake pearl Rolex.

Mr. Johnson.

Lieutenant,
I own the largest

conglomerate of radio stations
in Florida,

so, of course,
I heard the news,

but I would have appreciated
a phone call.

Sir, I understand,
and I'm sorry

you had to find
out like this.

So, you guys found the guy
who kied my wife,

and you let him get away?

Mr. Johnson,
it's possible

that Darius did
not kill your wife.

Then why did you bring him down
here from a New York prison?

To provide us with
information about
where she's buried.

I said it a year ago,

and I'm still holding out hope
that Lydia's alive.

I understand, but with
the amount of blood

that we recovered
from her vehicle,

I think that's unlikely.

My son...

still waits
for his mother

to come home.

He won't let me turn out
the porch light.

If we could have some closure,
it'd help.

Mr. Johnson, I am going to do
everything in my power

to find your wife, okay?

Thank you.

What are we
looking for?

I don't know yet.

Shot her.

Let me ask you again.

Where did you bury her body?

Dead eyes.

It's the scariest kind
of criminal.

Mr. Hoberman helped me.

Now, you dig deeper than that...

Interesting.

What?

Mr. Hoberman helped me.

Mr. Hoberman
helped me.

Mr. Hoberman helped me.

Did you look into the files
on Darius?

Homicide did.

They looked at the files here
and in New York,

but there's no mention
of a Hoberman.

Now, you dip deeper...

Now, you
dig deeper...

Now, you dig deeper...

Dig deeper.

He's playing with us.

He's playing how?

I don't know.

Let's pull up all the newspapers

surrounding the day
Mrs. Johnson went missing.

Got an ad here
for new condos on Collins.

Digging begins winter of '06.

No Hoberman.

I go an archeological dig
up in St. Augustine.

Any mention of Hoberman?

No.

Got an ad here
for Hobie boards.

Maybe it's a
bastardization
of Hoberman.

Calleigh.

It could happen.

Cal.

What?

Obituaries.

Atticus Hoberman,
died October 31, 2004.

That's the day before
Lydia Johnson went missing.

But he was interred

November 2.

That was the day after
she went missing.

"Dig deep."

Does it say what cemetery?

Yeah. Montefiore Acres,
Surfglide Way.

We're gonna need a warrant.

And some heavy equipment.

WOODS:
Coffin's wood.

Still looks new.

Let's see
if Lydia Johnson's inside.

According to the file,
Mr. Hoberman died peacefully

of natural causes.

Everything looks consistent.

No Lydia.

She's not
under him?

Not in this casket.

He's in here alone.

Guys.

It's a shovel.

It was under the coffin.

"Dig deeper."

That's cement
under your feet.

Crypts are set the day before.

So, Lydia couldn't
be buried here.

Well, she had
to be buried somewhere,

and there's blood
on the shovel.

Bet if we test it,

it's hers.

Your Darius is one tricky guy.

Looked in the paper for burials,

showed up before the ceremony,

put the shovel
in a stranger's
freshly dug grave.

Where no one would ever think
to look.

WOLFE:
You know,
the funny thing is,

by burying the shovel
in the crypt,

he may have preserved
the evidence.

Eric.

The black box.

I got it, but the feds
swooped in and took it.

I did get the pilot's

transcripts, though.
Okay, that's
good enough.

He told Miami International
he was diverting to Opa-Locka.

There was a lot of stress
in his voice.

Wait a second...
diverting to Opa-Locka Airport?

Yeah, then mechanical problems
brought him down

a couple of miles short--
he crash landed.

What are you thinking?

Somebody may still be waiting
for him, Eric.

All right, I'll tell Tripp.

Have him
meet me there.

CAINE:
He's not gonna make it, ma'am.

Excuse me?

Henry Darius.

He's not gonna show.

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

Ma'am, we have a list

of h pen pals
from Attica.

Prisoners troll the Internet.

Freedom of speech b.s.

And those lowlifes
reel in women like you.

CAINE:
Women that fall in love

with serial killers.

Henry and I did correspond.

He's very nice,
thoughtful, and caring,

exceptionally intelligent.

So you thought you'd spring him
from prison.

He diverts a plane,
you're here to whisk him away

to your villa,
is that right?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Then you won't mind us
checking that bag.

Looks like about 20 large.

It's mine.
CAINE:
Ma'am, if I were

to guess, I would say that's
expense money for Mr. Darius.

Ah. Well, you prove that.

You can reach me
on Hibiscus Island.

All right.

Found the car--
57th and Flagler.

One male driver.

Tell them to use the pulse--
I'll meet them there.

Ma'am, don't leave town.

That's far enough,
gentlemen.

Where's Darius, Ken?

KEN:
I don't know.

Who brought the plane down,
you or him?

I didn't want any part of this.

I was supposed to stand trial
in a fraud case.

I'm strictly
white collar.

So it was you--
hat's a gas burn on your arm.

Darius said he'd let me go.

As soon as you got
to Opa-Locka.

You should probably go
to the bathroom now..

Timed it wrong.

We fell short.

I notice that blood
on your pants, Ken.

What's that from?

The plane crash.

No, it's not.

What did you guys do?

I didn't do anything, I ran.

Ken...

Did Darius just kill someone?

Did he just kill someone?

I want a location
right now.

Miami U building, at
the edge of campus.

Theta Gamma something.

You don't
understand.

Look in that guy's
eyes, it's too late.

For you, too.

Looks like the girls
tried to fight him off.

Yes, it does.

You think a guy like Darius
can stop on his own, Horatio?

He's not gonna stop
until we make him stop.

So the blood on the shovel
matches Lydia Johnson,

but Darius did
not bury Lydia.

Then how'd he get
specific information?

Did he have a partner,
did he hear it

through the prison
grapevine?
It's not his MO.

How about the soil on
the shovel-- did it help?

Depends how you
look at it-- it's marl soil.

Marl soil, calcium from
the summer wet season.

Right, means she was buried in
low-lying land in Dade County.

Still, it's
a large area.

Okay, stay on it,
Mr. Wolfe, stay on it.

Young girls just hanging out
watching soaps,

not expecting to have
to confront a killer.

No one ever does.

Life and death at 18.

Shame.

These blood stains
seem out of place.

Where you going?

Alexx, we've
got a live one!

DUQUESNE:
You're okay,
you're gonna be okay.

You're safe.

We're gonna move you out.

She's almost suffocated.

Rescue to 1818 Mirabella Street.

He... he.

She's going into shock.

It's okay, you're gonna be okay.

CAINE:
Mr. Johnson, I'd like to talk
to your son

about the day
your wife disappeared.

We've been through this.

He didn't see anything.

I understand that,
but if it would be okay,

I'd like to determine that
for myself.

What, a year later?

You see, Mr. Johnson,

sometimes with a trauma
like this,

it can take some time
for it to dissipate.

I'm telling
you, he didn't

see anything.

Fine, let's go.

I meant alone.

If that would be okay.

Yeah.

CAINE:
That's exactly right, Adam,

It's just like the big
shield, only smaller.

I like the way it feels.

Now, Adam,

tell me what's special
about the gold shield.

It has an eagle

on top of it?

It does. You see, now,
you have a good eye.

I do?

You do, son.

Adam, what I want to do
is going to be hard,

but I want to ask
you a few questions

about the day your
mom disappeared.

Could you help
me with that?

Okay, good.

Now, your mom...

your mom drove you
to soccer practice,

and then what happened?

Here's your ball.

Have a good practice.

I'll see you at 5:00.

Scream, and I'll
blow your head off,

and I'll do the same
to your little boy.

I saw a guy in the front seat...

close to my mom... whispering.

He was in the front seat?

Adam, I... I thought you
were in the front seat.

No. Mom never let me
sit in the front.

Air bags.

Air bags.

Okay, and he...
he was whispering.

How could you tell?

'Cause I couldn't hear them.

Wait.

He turned the music up...
crazy loud.

I should have protected her.

I didn't do anything to stop it.

Adam, sometimes the
smartest thing to do

is to do nothing.

Now, what else do you
remember about him?

Hair.

He had long hair,
down his back.

He tied it,
with a rubber band.

Okay, you mean... you
mean like a ponytail?

Like a ponytail.

Adam, that is perfect.

Now, this lady is
our sketch artist.

She's gonna help
you remember

what his face looks
like, all right?

Thanks for the pin.

You bet, partner,
you bet.

Go ahead, ma'am.

We need to go back to
Lydia Johnson's van

and have another look.

Have another look at what?

The killer was
in the front seat.

He may have
touched something.

DELKO:
All right.

Hope you're not allergic
to dust.

This is Lydia Johnson's
mini-van.

Can't print these.

You have the keys, Frank?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Johnson kid said the music
was crazy loud, right?

Yeah, but not on that station.

That's housewife music.

Homemade CD
and a memade label.

The wife's?

No, I don't think so.

Guy's picture's on it,
his address, too.

Fort Lauderdale.
Yeah.

Let's go.

You the, uh, lead singer
or just a solo act?

Who are you?

Miami CSI.

We found a homemade copy of your
CD in a murder victim's vehicle.

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

I suppose you don't know
Lydia Johnson, either.

Who?

TRIPP:
Wife of the owner of Florida's
largest media conglomerate,

James Johnson.

Has an eight-year-old son who
saw somebody kill his mom

right in front of him.

I didn't kill anybody,
all right?

I'm no hater.

Fine.

What was your CD doing
inside their minivan?

Why don't you ask Mr. Johnson
about the CD?

I jumped in his car
that morning.

I told him to take a listen.

I don't see
what the big deal is.

On t day
that your wife disappears,

a kid that you don't know

forces his way into your car and
makes you listen to his song.

You don't think
that's a big deal.

You think that's the first kid
to pull a Rupert Pupkin on me?

Pass.

Give it to Mellow 101.

Let them put
their listeners to sleep.

Hey, whoa.

Mr. Johnson,
I'm so sorry about this.

You got to hear this.

This is called "Flyami."
Check it out.

This is the worst song
I have ever heard

in my life.

Here's my card.

en you get some talent,
give me a call.

1,000 of those
Eminem wannabes a month.

Just gave him my card
to get rid of him.
You should have

locked your doors, James.

Well, I would've if I could've
found the auto lock.

It's my wife's car.

We swapped that morning.

You and your wife swapped cars
on the day she disappeared,

and you didn't think it was
important to tell the police.

I didn't think it was important.

You think this guy
has something to do

with Lydia's disappearance.

I mean,
how could I possibly know?

I mean, I'm getting
this information a year later.

When you find out more,
give me a call.

I have your card, James.

But thank you.

Let's go back into
his financial records, please.

Did.

A year ago.

Let's do it again.

Kimberly, the man who
broke into your sorority house,

did he look like this?

His name is Henry Darius.

Yes.

Can you tell me what happened?

Um, I missed the tournament bus.

When I walked into
the house, and, um...

there was blood everywhere.

The girls were still

on the floor, and...
Katie was still moaning.

I tiptoed right past his back.

You did good to hide
in the laundry room.

Did he say anything?

Did he talk to anyone?

Uh... "Where's Alexa?
Where is she?"

Who is Alexa?

Alexa Endecott.

Third year sister.

He kept asking where she was.

Is she in Fort Lauderdale
with the others?

No.

I know she was ditching
the tournament,

but I can't remember what for.

Okay, Kimberly,

I need you to think.

I need you to remember
where she is.

DUQUESNE:
Coco Riding Club.

She went around 11:00 a.m.
this morning.

I know where that is, Calleigh.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Caine.

Detective Mac Taylor.

Could've used a tailwind.

No worries.

Heard Darius had already
hit a sorority house.

Yes, Miami University.

He's looking
for somebody specific, Mac.

Have a name?

Alexa Endecott, 21.

No longer using her cell phone.

We know where she is?
We do.

The bad news, Mac, so does he.

Please explain why I just had
six police officers

barge onto club property.

It's called
a murder investigation.

You're kidding, right?

He's a fugitive from New York.

He's on a killing spree
in Miami.

He's targeting Alexa Endecott.

Is she here?

Uh, she was jumping

steeples earlier, down that way.

Thank you.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa.

He's a little spooked.

A.E.

Alexa Endecott.

Take a look at this, Mac.

Blood.

Still wet, too.

That blood is Alexa's.

Lieutenant.

Yeah.

We found something.

OFFICER:
Rescue's on its way.

He's security for the club.

Sir, you okay?

What happened?

We're lookg
for Alexa Endecott.

Guy took my car.

Okay.

Where's your gun?

He-he took it.

Mac.

Yeah, I've got
a police emergency.

Connect me to the security car

assigned to
the Coco Riding Club.

Based on past behavior,

he'll ditch the car
first chance he gets.

We don't have much time.

Yeah.

We're connecting you right now.

Nobody knows him
better than you do, Mac.

Security.

Henry Darius?

Detective Mac Taylor,
all the way from New York City.

Hey, those nurses' apartment,

did you ever get the blood
out of the carpet?

I'm here with Lieutenant
Horatio Caine, Miami-Dade PD.

You had to call for backup.

I'm flattered.

Darius, I want to speak
to Alexa right now.

She can't talk right now.

I've got roadblocks,

and all of Miami is looking
for you, my friend.

Well, I would expect no less.

Car has GPS, we'll find you.

You will find me
when I want you to find me.

Alexa Endecott, the Endecotts?

The Endecotts,
sugar cane and railways.

Philanthropy in every
big city in America.

He picked very rich girl.

OFFICER:
Lieutenant.

GPS kicked out the vehicle.

Officer.

Did you touch anything else?

No.

Just popped the trunk, sir.

Car's empty.

We're gonna have a look.
Sure thing.

Darius disabled the radio,
but not the video camera.

It's a projected image,
no tape inside.

I'll call the security company,
see what they have.

Something else.

What'd you get?

"6601-C6."

Sounds like it could
be map coordinates.

It's not like him
to telegraph where he's going.

Maybe it's where he's been, Mac.

Burial site
for your Lydia Johnson.

That's what I'm thinking.

Why don't I ge
that security video.

Take one of my officers,
if you need one.

( cell phone beeps )

Yeah, Eric.

Run some coordinates, please.

6601-C6.

INE:
Talk to me.

Looks like
a Florida street guide.

Page definitely corresponds
to a location in Dade County.

Yeah, factoring in the soil
evidence from the shovel,

he's pointing us
to a wetlands area in Homestead.

All right, I'll meet you there.

DELKO:
Underground scanning.

What branch of the military
did we get this from?

CAINE:
Technology's not perfected,
but it'll get us there.

What are they listening for?

Lydia Johnson's Rolex
is a fake, Eric.

Meaning it ticks
instead of sweeps.

Good thing her husband
was cheap.

Let's just hope

the battery holds up.

He found something.

Good.

CAINE:
Alexx?

The clothes
and the jewelry

are a match
to Lydia Johnson

I'll take dental records
to be sure.

The family has waited a year.

I'm on it.

Horatio...

a business card.

When you
find out more...

give me a call.

It's the husband's
business card.

Maybe Lydia's pointi us
to her killer.

James, we found
your business card

on your wife's body.

This is my wife.

Was.

I'm just glad you found her.

Yeah, I bet you are.

What is that supposed to mean?

You took out a $5 million
life insurance policy

on your wife.

The way the policy
is designed,

you don't get a penny
until you produce her body.

You also
called the department

every week for a year,
James.

Family fiscal planning.

Nothing more.

Took the policy out
the week our son was born.

Need I remind you that
I found your business card

on your dead wife's body?

Folded in half.

That's how I hand them out.

Must have given it to somebody
who gave it to her.

To who?
Who would that be?

I told you,

I meet hundreds of people
a week,

it could be anyone.

ID'd the print on the card.

Thank you, Eric.

Well, James...

sit tight.

It's about to get interesting.

Brian, right now
I have enough

to charge you
with murder.

I did not kill that lady.

Then how
do you explain

your fingerprint
on that business card
in Lydia's grave?

My God, I-I...

I don't know
how this got so screwed up.

You want some help
with it?

I followed
Mr. Johnson for weeks.

I had his car information,
his schedule,

everything about him.

And then he refused
to help you with your music?

He treated me
like I was a no-talent.

So I went to Plan B.

What was "Plan B," Brian?

I hired someone to scare him.

Scare him.

I gave him his card,
his address,

I told him to get him
after lunch.

He had the same schedule
every day, Johnson had.

Except for the day that
he swapped cars with his wife.

That moron told me "The wife's
just as good as the husband."

Have a good practice.

I'll see you at five.

See you.
Okay.

MAN:
Scream and I'll
blow your head off,

and I'll do the same
to your little boy.

You know, scare her
to scare him.

Only he tells me,
he accidentally shot her.

"Accidentally."

( sobbing )
MAN:
Drive.

Please.

And all this time, Brian,
you told no one?

I was afraid.

I know about felony murder--

it's like
I killed her myself, right?

Yeah, that's exactly right,
my friend.

You do know the law.

Brian...

Is that the man
that you hired?

His name is Henry Darius.

No.

Who did you hire then?

I only knew him as "Rosie."

I have his
Internet address,

but it was canceled
the day she disappeared.

That should have been
the tip off for you, my friend.

Hook him up, please.

Please meet, Brian.

Frank.

Darius.

Mac's chasing down video
from the security car.

Okay, you hear anything,
you let me know.

How's that loser fit in?

That loser hired
somebody named Rosie

who probably knows Darius.

How?

That is a good question, Frank.

You need me, I'll be
with Lydia Johnson, all right?

All right.

WOODS:
The body's intact.

Held together by her clothing.

They're a mess,
t I did notice one thing.

She was shot.

Hole in the clothes on
the side of the blouse,

and her waist.

Projectile recovered
from her scapula.

That's an odd angle,
Alexx.

Right to left.

Front to back.

Could it have been
an accident?

Not this one.

Right in the temple.

Right in the temple--
that's an execution.

You know how much
head shots bleed.

Right, so that explains
the blood spatter in the van,

doesn't it.

( sobbing ):
Oh, please, God,

I have a baby!

Now it makes sense why everyone
bought Darius' story.

Just by the volume of blood,
fits his MO.

But it wasn't Darius.

It was this Rosie guy
who killed her

and left the shovel
in the grave.

Horatio.

I hope you've got a lead
on the real killer.

There he is.

Thanks for
finding my mom.

Well, I did it
with your help, Adam.

Did you find the ponytail man?

I haven't found him yet,
but I will.

And I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

As soon as I find him,
I'm going to call you first.

All right?

So we got a deal?

Okay.

We got a deal.

DUQUESNE:
He switched cars.

Killed the driver
to get the car.

Rescue's out and rolling.

Tripp's running the plates
as we speak.

Stop the video.

Rewind that,
please.

I saw his lips move.

He said something.

Yeah.

"Happy birthday."

How did he
know that?

He's wearing a black Entek cap.

If he took it with him,
he could wear it for disguise.

I'm going to let
Miami P.D. know.

You know, this road intersects
with I-95.

It was over four hours ago,
he could be anywhere by now.

How far do you think he got?

I may have
the answer to that.

Alexa Endecott just left
a message on our home machine.

ALEXA ( on tape recorder ):
Anyone, it's Alexa,

I've been taken by some guy.

He's got, uh, brown hair...

Got to go before he comes.

I'm shutting my phone off.

Wait a second, play that again.

There was a sound
after she said "guy."

Sounds like a horn.

ALEXA ( on tape recorder ):
...taken by some guy...

( horn blowing on tape )
he's got, uh, brown hair...

He's got, uh, brown hair...

If I've heard that sound once,

I've heard it a thousand times.

Horatio, you
worked Manhattan.

Sounds and arrivals
and departures

in and out of the city.

That's the Staten Island Ferry.

They're already in New York.

Question is how'd they
get there so fast?

Ms. Nivens?

Turn around,
please, Ma'am.

You have a G-4
don't you?.

Why?

That is the plane that
Darius just flew away on.

Yes. And he left me here
because of you.

You let him take
your private plane
to New York?

With a younger woman,
if that doesn't that beat all.

That younger woman is a hostage.

Why New York?

I don't know.

He said he had
some kind of business there.

What kind of business?

He told me he was going
to New York City

to make things right.