All language subtitles for CSI Miami - 4x16 - Deviant.en

Let's get him!

Get him! Get him!

You better run.

Head him off!
Head him off!

Over there!

We got him now.

You can't
run forever!

We're going to get you!

He's trapped.

Get him! Get him!

We've got him!
We've got him, man!

Who is he, Frank?

According
to his I.D.,

our victim's name
is Philip Gordon.

Witness saw four men
chasing him.

CAINE:
Four men.

Philip certainly knows how
to draw a crowd, doesn't he?

Yeah. I ran him.

Turns out he's a registered
sex offender.

Released from Westgate State
Prison less than a month ago.

Well, that will
do it, won't it?

Dead child molester.

Some people might say
that's a problem

that took care of itself.

So he went from child molester
to murder victim.

Alexx, you
know the area.

Too well, Horatio.

My kids play in this park.

Did you know
you had

a registered sex offender
in your neighborhood?

Everybody did.
His face has been

all over the Websites.

The entire neighborhood
was up in arms over it.

That certainly increases
the suspect pool, doesn't it?

And the number of killers.

This body is
badly beaten.

I'm expecting to find
several more injuries

and broken bones.

Mob mentality can turn
a Boy Scout into a killer.

And makes it hard to determine
which man killed him.

Or maybe not.

That's a stab wound.

Alexx, that just narrowed us
down to one.

Wait. Wait. Stop, guys.

Hold on a second.

Those are perfectly
round drops of blood.

They're gravitational.

Means he bled while
he was still standing, Alexx.

So he was stabbed
before he ran.

It also means
he left a blood trail.

Thanks, guys.

Eric, got anything?

Yeah. I found this at the start
of the blood trail.

Cell phone for kids.

He wasn't supposed to be
within 100 feet of those kids.

It doesn't look good
for him right now.

That could explain
the attack, too.

That should be easy
to find out.

These phones, they speed dial
911 and the kids' parents.

Let's do a reverse directory
on the parents.

Name is Victor Terraza.

And, uh... he lives
right around the corner.

Some man tried to
grab my daughter.

I yelled at the guy
to get him away from her,

and I guess somebody heard me

because a few guys
took off after him.

I just grabbed Isabel
and ran home.

Did you recognize
the man?

No. I was just focused
on Isabel, you know?

Would you mind
if I spoke to her?

No. Go ahead.

Isabel...

hi.

You want

to tell me what happened?

My tights got ripped.

That's too bad,
isn't it?

I told my dad I don't like
to wear dresses.

I understand.

Isabel, did
the man hurt you?

Yeah. He made me fall down.

Who brought you here?
What?

Who did you
come here with?

My daddy.

Where... where
is your daddy?

I don't know.

Daddy, where are you?

I screamed really loud
like Daddy taught me.

And then he ran away?

Thank you very much.

I like your elephant.

Mr. Terraza,

how much time did
he spend with her?

A few minutes? I don't know.

I'm going to need to,
uh... process her.

Process?

She's got, as you
may have noticed,

some blood on her dress.

Boy, this guy
really took a beating.

Yeah. But it was the running
that got him.

The running?

Yeah. The stab wound caused
massive internal bleeding,

but the fatty tissue
sealed the laceration,

containing the bleeding.

Now, this guy was going
to die either way,

but the running sped it up.

The physical exertion
accelerated his heart rate,

filling his peritoneum
with blood.

Now, I also found some

green material in his hair--

like fibers.

Yeah. The little girl
had that on her, too.

When I processed her,
I sent it to Trace.

Alexx, what is that

on his cheek?

Some kind of pattern.

Like a shoeprint.

Hey.

Hey. What's up?

Just dropping this off.

It's a mysterious green fiber
from Philip's clothes.

It's not a fiber.

It's acrylamide polymer,
a.k.a. fertilizer.

Wow. You're good.

Not that good.
Calleigh found the
same stuff earlier.

Fertilizer. Must have
gotten it during the fall?

It's not just
any fertilizer.

It's hydromulch
a mix of wood fibers

and bonding agents used
to keep grass growing

in areas with lots
of foot traffic.

Well, all that tells us
is that Philip died in the park,

which is something
we already knew.

Park manager said they sprayed
for the first time this morning.

So, we find the suspects
with mulch,

we find the mob.

Now all you need
is a few suspects.

I think Calleigh can help
with that.

She just paged me
from Layout. See ya.

So somebody stepped
on Philip's face.

Let's see what kind
of shoes that
somebody had on.

Give me
the class characteristics.

Okay. The majority of the sole
is a chevron pattern.

The treads are
approximately

one centimeter
in width

at two-centimeter
intervals.

And the border

is single-lined continuous.

Let me see.

The latest
Transverse Five Stars.

Lieutenant Caine.
What's the news?

The news is,
you lied to me.

What?

You didn't rush

your daughter home
this morning.

Your shoeprints were found
all over Philip Gordon's face.

Well, what would you do if some
pervert came after your kid?

Why don't you tell me
what you did, Victor?

Look, I was talking
to some of the other dads.

I thought I was keeping an eye
on Isabel the whole time.

Then, all of a sudden,
I hear her crying.

Daddy!

Where are you,

Daddy?!

That's that pervert.

Let's get him.

Get him!
Get him!
Got him!

And then you stabbed
him to protect
your daughter.

Stabbed...?
Hey, I didn't stab anybody.

Look. Like I said,
I chased the guy,

and then I gave him
a good whaling. That's it.

This morning, you told us
you didn't recognize him.

Everybody knew that freak.

From the Website?

No. The posters.

They're all over my street.

Posters.

Excuse me, Frank.

Eric, get Mr. Wolfe, and go back
to that neighborhood.

Thank you.

Hey, check this out.

There were posters here,

now there are just
staples and corners.

Somebody took them all down.

Yeah. Guilty conscience.

Or it's a consciousness
of guilt.

You keep your kids
on a short leash?

I don't have kids.

Oh, I just figured with all the
"dating" you do...

Yeah, well, I'm very careful.

Well, better safe than sorry.

What about you,
you been dating?

Taking a little bit
of a break right now.

( chuckles ):
A break-- that's
what they call it?

Look, why don't you go
to that side of the street,

take a look, and I'll stay
on this side of the street
and take a look.
Yeah, sure.

I got one.

Wow, somebody really
had it out for him.

Yeah.

Let's find out who.

Of course I put them up.

I also went to PTA meetings

and signed up
for Neighborhood Watch.

When did you
post them, Alexx?

It wasn't like
I was targeting Philip.

I look at the F.D.L.E.
website all the time.

When I saw this guy
was only a few blocks away,

I put up a few posters.

Come on, Horatio,
you know the recidivism rate

for sex offenders
is huge.
And there is no known cure.

Exactly.

I just wanted the parents
to be informed

so they could protect
their chil...

Wait a minute.

Can I be charged criminally
with this?
An aggressive attorney

might move for a civil suit.

Horatio, I was protecting
my children.

Oh, my Lord,
there's one on my block.

Are you gonna move?

I'm gonna move my gun safe
into my bedroom.

But you wouldn't put
a poster up.

It's not illegal.

But I mean as
a county employee, right?

Alexx should've known better.

Well,

she has two kids.

And as a county employee,
she has every right.

We have firsthand knowledge of
how dangerous these guys can be.

She also has firsthand knowledge

of how quickly people escalate
to violence.

She should've thought of that.

Would you rather her little girl
end up on her table instead?

I would rather no one end up
on her table.

That's not always an option
in the real world.

I work patrol--
I think I know

a little something
about the real world.

DELKO:
Guys?

Is there going to be
a rumble here?

We were just discussing
the case.

What's up?
Phil Gordon's
residence,

that's what's up--
it turns out

he wasn't the only one
that lives there.

Who would live
with a sex offender?

Someone with the same
last name-- Gordon.

Sounds like family.
Yeah.

I'm on my way over there
with Tripp to check it out.

Take it easy on each
other, all right?

WOMAN:
We were just letting
Philip stay here

while he got back
on his feet.

So, he was your brother?

MAN:
Yeah, nobody else would
give him a break.

You took these posters down?

You bet I did.

They were like neon arrows
to our front door.

Hayley and I were
being harassed.

That rock through the
window was the last straw.

So why let him live here?

'Cause he's my brother.

Couldn't say no.

How'd you feel about that,
Mrs. Gordon?

I understood.

But it hasn't been easy.

I mean, I've been getting
these migraines

ever since he moved in.

Why don't you go
lie down, honey, okay?

( softly ):
Okay.

( sighs )

This has been hard on her.

Since the
vandalism started,

we can't go out anymore.

One of us has
to stay home

at all times
just to protect the house.

So you were home all morning?
I was working;
Hayley was here, sick in bed.

We're gonna need that projectile
that came through the window.

Okay. I threw it in the trash.

All right, well,
then we're gonna need

to confiscate the trash.

It's all yours.
TRIPP:
You want to, uh,

show us Philip's room?

Okay. It's this way.

Is this his?

Yeah.

Lots of death threats.

( groans ):
Smells like ammonia.

Was he using that
to get high?
No, no,

nothing like that.

Philip said he
would inhale those

anytime he had an
unhealthy thought.

Like a reverse Pavlov.

So he was self-correcting?

Yeah. He really wanted
to get better.

Looks like he had
a long way to go.

Yeah.

That kiddie porn on
Philip's computer? Wasn't his.

How could that be?
It's his laptop.

Someone sent him a "pornado."

Philip got an e-mail that said
he won a free trip to Hawaii,

but when he clicked on the link
to collect

his prize,
there was no free tickets,

and there was no hula girls,

there was only porn,
porn and more porn.

Trying to stop it
only makes it worse.

Virtual porn bomb.

I don't get why someone would
send porn to a child molester.

Because somebody wanted him
to look guilty.

Can we find out who?

MDPD's running on the address.

Okay, good. I'm there.

Thanks.

Lieutenant Caine.

We meet again, Ned.

I haven't done anything.

I wouldn't say
you haven't done anything, Ned.

You, uh, sent a virus
to Philip Gordon's computer.

Well, yeah.

And now
Philip Gordon's dead, Ned.

Dead? I-I had nothing
to do with that.

I've been home all day.
Ned,

you wanted Philip gone,
and you got your wish.

Yeah, but I didn't
want him dead.

I just wanted him to move.

I thought if he got caught
with the porn,

it would violate
his terms of release,

and-and-and they'd send him
back to prison.

Why did you care?

Ever since he moved
to the Gables,

I've been getting harassed.

By who?
Neighbors.

It was bad enough you
caught me for peeping
on Ashley Anders.

People hear a guy like that
is moving in,

and-and-and they check out
the Web sites,

and then my picture pops up,

and they think
I'm the same as him.

But you are a
sex offender, Ned.

But I'm not a predator.

And I'm not a pedophile.

I-I would never hurt a child.

I just... like adult actresses.

A little too much.

But you have bigger problems
that that--

distributing child pornography
is a felony, Ned.

It's not like I looked at it.

You don't have to.

This the trash from
the brother's place?

Yep. Delko said the
object that went through
their window's in here.

You gonna help?

So, hey, uh, what
happened between you
and Calleigh? Big fight?

It's not really my place to
discuss Calleigh's business.

It's your business, too.

It's not yours.

You know Calleigh will just
tell me later anyway.
Good.

She'll probably
tell it better.

This looks like it
could do some damage.

There's some writing on it.
What's it say?

"You ruined everything."

That sounds personal.

Yeah, maybe it was Ned,
the porn stalker.

Or one of Philip's victims.

I'll run its DNA.

To run against the old cases?
Yeah, it's worth a try.

See if you can find
anything else here.

Yeah.

Hey, Natalia.

Hey.

So, do you want the good news
or the bad news?

Always the good news.

You're invited
to my party.

Thank you very much.

That's great.

Uh, what about the bad news?

The bad news
is the epis from the rock

don't match
any of Philip Gordon's

molested victims.

Maybe it was Ned.

Mm-mm, amelogenin is XX.

It was a girl
that threw that rock.

Let's look at all of
Philip's previous victims.

Did she check
Hannah Brooks in '91?

Yeah.

Uh,

what about Amanda Clarkston,
'93?

Yes.

Mary Pressman?

Ryan, Valera assured me

that she checked all of
Philip Gordon's victims.

This just doesn't make sense.

Oh, wow.

Now this really
doesn't make sense.

According
to his rap sheet,

Philip went from breaking
and entering

to sexual assault
ten years ago.

Sure. The classic escalation
of a sexual predator.

Yeah, exactly.

Except at the height
of his sex crimes,

he committed one more burglary.

These guys don't go backwards.

Burglary? That was over
ten years ago.

Yeah, it was.

But yesterday, someone
threw one of these rocks

through that
burglar's window.

They're out there
for anyone to take.

DUQUESNE:
Can you tell us about that
night ten years ago?

Where was your daughter?

What does that have
to do with anything?

Philip Gordon wasn't
just a burglar.

He was also
a sexual predator.

More than a burglary happened
that night, didn't it?

You're wrong.

Criminals like Philip Gordon
have a progressiveisorder.

That means they don't revert
from sexual assault

back to nonviolent crime.

There's a first time
for everything.

No, they're right.

Julia, don't say another word.

You wouldn't let me talk
back then,

but you can't stop me now.

What happened?

I woke up,
and he was in my bedroom.

My mother, she wouldn't let me
say anything.

She said that the court case
would be too hard

and that it would follow
me forever.

Well, guess what, Mom.

It did anyway.

I was only trying
to protect you.

But you couldn't.

So you decided to get
your own revenge.

I saw those posters.

I couldn't believe

that he would move
into our neighborhood.

I wanted him to know
that I remembered.

I was still so angry.

I'm afraid you're going
to have to come with us

to the station
and make a statement.

Dr. Halliwell?

Alexx, have a seat.

I understand
you were being questioned

in relation to a murder.

Gary, I put up posters,
that's it.

Hey, I'm on your side, Alexx.

So what's the problem?

I just think
it would be a good thing

for you to take a break
from the day shift,

Lieutenant Caine
and his team.

This won't affect my work.

It already has.

Today you were being questioned
about a murder, Alexx,

and a few months ago
you wrote a prescription
for CSI Wolfe.

Ryan needed antibiotics.

He should've seen his doctor.

I was helping a friend.

They're your friends,
I am your boss.

So you're punishing me.

I'm helping you.

You're an excellent
forensic pathologist, Alexx.

Thank you, Doctor.

As you know,

I make the deputy chief
appointment.

I see no reason
why it shouldn't be you someday.

I'm flattered.

But that appointment is based
on politics as much as merit.

Meaning?

I'm looking out
for your reputation.

I want you to switch
to night shift.

Working with
an unfamiliar crew

will help
keep you objective.

Okay.

Well,

you're making a good decision.

So you think
the young girl did it?

No. There's no
hydromulch

on her clothes
or shoes.

Eh, doesn't mean
she wasn't involved.

Yeah, we're checking
her story.

Walk all the way over
here for this?

You're taking a real
interest in this case.

Yeah. And I also wanted
to make sure

your eye infection
has cleared.

Yeah, it's all good.

My doctor is looking
into nerve damage.

Nerve damage?

I can't help you
anymore.

I have my own
doctor now.

Ryan, who did you tell
I wrote you that prescription?

No one.

Well, the news traveled
all the way

to the chief medical
examiner's office.

Well, Alexx, you know
there's a mole in the lab.

Which is why I can't do
any more favors.

I really put myself out
on a limb for you, baby.

I got it.

I don't know if I can
keep this up, H.

Mr. Wolfe, I understand,
but I need you to trust me.

Did you page me?

Yeah. I went through
the rest of the trash

from Philip's house.

Check this out.

WOLFE:
Yeah, that's hydromulch
from the park.

This is a failed delivery notice
from WorldSend.

Are you telling me
the WorldSend man killed Philip?

No, the wife said she was home
all morning.

But according to this, WorldSend
tried to deliver a notice

at 10:10 and no one was there.

So it blows her alibi.

Yep, sure does.

It must have been hard
to let Philip into your home.

Like Robert said,
he's family.

He's not your family.

I consider him
to be.

Look, what is this about?

You weren't home all day
like you said you were.

WorldSend tried
to deliver a package

and no one was there.

I did go out
for a bit.

I went to the doctor,
since I wasn't feeling well.

Like I told
the detective,

I've been getting
migraines.

We found evidence from the park
on that note.

I walked to the appointment.

I thought fresh air might help.

Look, call my doctor.
He'll tell you.

We will.

Hey, Tripp.
Yeah?

Anything on the wife?

Yeah, her alibi
checks out.

Doctor's office called
and confirmed an appointment.

So why was she
acting so weird?

Probably conflicted;

didn't want to live
with Philip,

but she's married
to his brother.

And people think
you're a tough guy.

I need to see Lieutenant Caine
A.S.A.P.!

What's going on?

Oh, no, no, no.

I will only speak
to Horatio Caine.

Okay, we'll take you to him.

No, this is important!

Someone just tried
to kill me!

Thought I was a child molester.

I know. I know I shouldn't
have done the pornado.

But Lieutenant,
my life's in danger.

Who attacked you, Ned?

I don't know.
I couldn't see his face.

So, tell me exactly
what happened.

I never, never should have
opened the door.

You touch any kid
in this neighborhood...

Please, don't!
I'm not like that!

Can you describe him, Ned?

Male, six feet,

average size.

Hey, when you catch him,
can I sue?

Ned, first I need
to catch him.

Why the camera?

I have to take a photograph
of your bruise.

I don't have a bruise.

Not that you can see.
Can you stand up, please?

Pull your shirt aside.

When you get a bruise, blood
vessels break under your skin.

It can take a few days
for the bruise to visibly form.

UV light penetrates the skin
deeper than visible light,

so this camera can figure out
what's going on underneath.

You can see
under my skin?

I'm about to.

Whoa, you, uh... you planning
on going postal?

I'm planning on catching
the vigilante.

Okay.

I measured that photograph
that Ryan took of Ned's bruise,

and I've determined
that the mark was made

by either a .45
or a nine-millimeter.

Great. Well,
that narrows it down

to half the population
of Miami.

Well, this actually narrows it
down a bit more.

Two Colts and a Smith are the
only models that make

this figure-eight barrel.

So what now?

Play the match game.

This barrel plug ratio
is not proportional.

Muzzle diameter is a few
millimeters short.

We got it.

This is the barrel
that made the impression.

Colt nine-mill, 19-11.

All right. I'm going
to check the computer,

see if anyone in Ned's
neighborhood owns one.

Yeah, got several names.

Michael Cohen, Milo Jenkins,
Keith Gretson, Victor Terraza...

Victor Terraza.

That name keeps popping up.

I'm going to let Horatio know.

This morning,
you left the part out

about your sex-offender
welcome wagon.

I just like to scare
punks like Ned.

CAINE:
Then how can you

explain to me, Victor,

that Philip
ended up dead?

That guy was a threat.

Hanging around that park
every morning?

It was only a matter of time

before he snatched up some
little girl.

You knew Philip
was going to be at the park,

and yet you took Isabel anyway.

I can protect her.

You have

a swing set in your own
backyard, yet you chose

to go to the park.

Isabel likes it.

I don't think
that's what happened, Victor.

I think that you
targeted Philip.

You think a lot of things.

And I also think

that you used Isabel as bait.

All right.

You play here, baby.

Papi has something
he has to do.

If any man comes up to
you, you scream, okay?

Okay, Daddy.

Okay, go ahead.

You dressed her up
and took her to the park,

knowing there was a sexual
predator there.

I still didn't stab the guy,
so... I'm out of here.

Hold up.

Actually...
that's not true.

You're not going anywhere.

Raise your
arms up.

You assaulted Ned Ostroff.

You'll be sticking around
here for a little while.

Well, what do
we have here?

Wow, that's sharp.

You take this
to the park this morning?

No comment.

Arrest him, Frank.

Let's go.

Horatio wants us to compare
the wounds on the victim

to the knife we found
on Victor Terraza.

Double-edge blade.

A knife like this leaves
a clean, symmetrical wound.

Philip's wound was ragged.

Meaning that the murder
weapon would have to be

a single-edge
serrated knife,

so that is not
the murder weapon.

Afraid not.

The only other
bleeder...

...is this.

Look at this
laceration.

I thought he got it
from the fence.

But the edges are curved.

From a serrated knife.

It's not torn.

So?

Philip had a knife wound
on his back.

Well, how'd that happen?

He was carrying the knife
in his belt.

And he got the scratch when
the killer pulled it out.

Which means he brought
the murder weapon with him,

either for protection
or... who knows?

Philip was killed
with his own knife.

HALLIWELL:
What's this about?

Dr. Warner is gonna trade
shifts with me next month.

I'm back on days.

That's my decision,
not yours.

This team treats me like family,

and Horatio Caine is personally
responsible for saving my life.

You don't owe him anything.

Yes, I do.

And I want to work
with people I respect.

Excuse me?

Dr. Halliwell,

Lieutenant Caine and his team
are at the top of their field.

and I want to work
with the best.

Now, if that
blocks my chance

at having a corner office
and a few extra bucks a week,

so be it.

You realize what
you're giving up.

My decision is made.

And now you have
to live with it.

W-What do you want
with my kitchen?

CAINE:
Philip was found
with a knife

on him this
morning, ma'am,

and it may turn out
to be the murder weapon.

HAYLEY:
But all of my
knives are here.

It couldn't be
one of mine.

Unless somebody
put it back.

We'll know as soon
as we find it.

This one tested positive

for blood.
We've got our murder weapon.

So someone in this house

killed Philip.

I did it.

No, you didn't.

You were at the doctor,
just like you said.

No. No, I'm confessing.

Arrest me.

After what you've been through,

I doubt very much you could
have overpowered Philip.

Want to tell me what happened?

We've been trying
to get pregnant

for three years.

All we wanted was

our own family.

And then Philip...

got out of prison.

I... I came home
and I saw the graffiti

and the broken window.

The stress...

I started bleeding, and...

I lost the baby.

So you blamed Philip.

The doctor said there could be
a million reasons why.

I couldn't help
but think that maybe

if he hadn't moved in...

I'd still be pregnant.

And at what point, Hayley,
did you inform Robert?

Robert...

Um...

As soon as it happened.

Thank you, ma'am.

My parents taught us
that family was everything.

I wanted to believe
that Philip could get better.

Yes, because Philip
was your brother, right?

But then Hayley told me
about the miscarriage.

And that's when you
went over the edge.

I was just gonna tell him

that he had to move out.

So you went to look
for him at the park.

What is this?

A knife?

It's nothing. I-I need...
I need protection.

When I saw that knife,

I knew he was never
going to be normal.

Why are you even
at this playground?

You are not supposed to be
within a hundred feet.

I'm just testing myself.

I won't do anything, I promise.

You need to stop.

I-I don't think that I can.

And I thought
I was the good brother.

I stood up for him.

You stood up for him
by killing him.

I had to do it.

He was gonna hurt someone else.

He already hurt my family.

No, you did that.

You hurt your family.

Officer.

I feel bad
for that guy.

I hope the jury
takes it easy on him.

A killer is a killer.

You believe that?

Personally? No.

Professionally, yeah.

And I'm still on the clock.

You want to ask me again
in about an hour over a beer?

Oh, you're not mad at me?

'Cause, um, I heard we got
in a really big fight today.

Don't believe
everything you hear.