All language subtitles for 16-CSI; Miami E516 - Broken Home-eng

Hello?

I'm watching you, babysitter.

Who is this?

Justin, is that you?

I'm closer than you think.

Who is this?

I'm in the house.

Oh, my god!

Damn it, Justin, you scared me!

Did you just say a cuss word?

You have no idea what...

Wait here.

Who's the girl, Frank?

Girl's name is Heather
Crowley, she's 16.

Babysitting Justin Montavo, who's 12.

How's she holding up?

Right now, not very well.

Okay, who's our victim?

Well, believe it or not,

it's the babysitter's
father- Edward Crowley.

What was he doing here?

Not sure.

Families are next
door neighbors, though.

Okay, the homeowners?

The Montavos, Dave and Renee.

No sign of them.

Sounds like they were sharing
more than a driveway, doesn't it?

That's the thing about
these neighborhoods.

big houses, big secrets.

Yes. They won't be secrets for long.

Heather, where do you
think your mom is?

I don't know.

I keep calling her and calling her,

and she doesn't answer.

Do you think she's okay?

You know what? We're going to find her.

Why don't you tell me what happened.

This whole night's been weird.

The Montavos never came home.

And I saw this shadowy figure
in the window, and then...

Horatio.

Yeah?

Excuse me.

What do you got, Frank?

Take a look at this.

Blood trail leads around to the back.

Okay, Frank, follow
it, and I'll catch up.

Heather, I'll be right back, okay?

You sit tight.

I hate to say it,

she fits the description
of the babysitter's mother.

So a bad night just got worse.

Poor baby Heather.

Witnessed her father die,

and then Id'd her mother
half an hour later.

Get a COD?

Yeah.

Neck was slashed.

Severed her carotid.

We got a blood pool here.

Probably from where the
father got assaulted.

Think I found what killed the mom.

Textured surface on this handle's

going to be impossible to print.

Instrument like that,

blood all over the body,

means the killer could
have blood on them, too.

I'll test the witnesses for blood.

Check the babysitter's hands.

See if she handled the weapon.

You, um...

you sure you're ready?

If we don't do this now,
we risk losing the evidence.

Yeah, I'm ready.

It's nice seeing Eric back at work.

I know.

It's pretty amazing.

It's only been a few
weeks since he was shot.

Looks like there's a little
bit of grass in the wound

and some kind of...

insect.

Isn't it a little
early for infestation?

You know, insects are attracted

to hydrocarbons released postmortem.

It's a pretty immediate reaction.

Yeah, but I would think
we'd only see maggot larvae

or blowflies on a body that's
been dead more than 12 hours.

Maybe Mr. Crowley was attacked
a lot earlier than his wife.

Could have laid there for several hours,

and then have gone to
the front door for help.

Think it changes our timeline?

I don't know.

Maybe this little
guy's going to tell us.

Hey.

So the babysitter said she saw
someone at this window, right?

Possible Peeping Tom.

Maybe Tom was doing more than peeping.

How can you tell?

There's fresh tool marks.

He tried to pry the window open.

Maybe whoever it was left behind
something more than tool marks.

Yes, it's a glass window.

Good surface for prints.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Yeah.

My fingerprints on the Montavo window?

How do you know they're mine?

We have your fingerprints
from an old DUI charge.

I was in med school.

Yes, and I must tell you

that you're a person
of interest, Mr. Lasker.

Doctor.

Dr. Lasker.

Doctor.

What were you doing
looking through the window?

Dave Montavo borrowed
some tools from me.

Last night, I stopped by
to see if they were home.

And what did you see?

Heather Crowley.

The babysitter.

Oh, she was...

...she was doing a lot
more than babysitting.

Believe me.

Well, I guess we'll
see if that checks out.

Come on, really?

You're honestly looking at me for this?

I honestly am.

I know the last 12 hours have
been really difficult on you.

But you've got to tell
me the truth, okay?

I was alone.

I swear.

Heather, we have an eyewitness

that tells us something different.

The man in the window?

Yeah. He, uh...

he claims that you were
in a state of, uh...

undress.

Do you want to tell me
what you were doing?

I know I wasn't supposed to,

but I was trying on
Mrs. Montavo's clothes.

She shops at all the high-end stores.

I'm sorry

Excuse me one second.

Hey.

How're you doing? Good. What's up?

Patrol radioed in. They just picked up

Dave and Renee Montavo.

Okay, thanks. Yeah.

Is Justin okay?

He's in good hands.
He's with Child Services.

Can we take him home?

Right after you tell me
what you did last night.

Actually, um...

we passed out in our car.

She drank too much.

I drank? Excuse me?

You couldn't even stand up straight.

Oh, no, I was the designated driver.

All I had was orange juice.

Orange juice and God
knows what else he had.

Please answer the question.

Truth is, Lieutenant, we
don't know what happened.

We went to a party at
our neighbor's house,

Oliver Brenner.

Afterwards, we just blacked out.

Okay, let me get this straight.

A double murder occurs in your home,

and you're claiming you
were blacked out in your car.

I realize how this looks.

I'm not sure that you do.

I'm going to need the
address to that party.

I need these tables in the truck now.

We have a wedding in Biscayne tonight.

I'm here about Miami Dade,
CSI a murder investigation.

Oh, um, I don't know what
goes on at the parties,

I just plan them.

Do you know anything about the glasses

that were used at last night's event?

I know that I need to have them
washed and in Biscayne by 4:00.

So they haven't been cleaned?

No, we do that at base.

Not today.

They're evidence in a
murder investigation.

I'm going to be taking them all with me.

I'm going to need the backup stemware.

Ivan! I'm also going to need

a list of everyone that was
at that party last night.

I will give you whatever you need.

Just keep my company's name out of it.

Yeah, I'll try my best.

So what did we get on the Montavos?

Well, I printed everything

from the Brenner party,

and I did find the
Montavos' drinking glasses.

But both their blood-alcohol
tests cameack negative,

so they didn't have much to drink.

Okay. But that doesn't mean
they weren't dosed, does it?

Two for two.

Positive for GHB.

Makes sense.

GHB hits the brain fast,

the body metabolizes it as
oxygen and carbon dioxide.

Leaves no trace behind.

That mixed even with a
little bit of alcohol,

would knock them out completely.

So the Montavos are telling the truth?

See, if you ask me,someone didnt
want them to come, last night.

Oh, my gosh. You took the entire window.

Oh, yeah.

You know, I was figuring
that the only reason why you

would drug the Montavo
family is to rob them.

Maybe the Crowleys
interrupted a burglary.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, hit the UV.

Take a look, uh, right here.

What is that?

I don't know, so I'm running
it through the FTIR now.

You know what, this stuff is
on the inside of the window.

Someone wanted out, not in.

Well, it's, uh, benzoyl peroxide

and sodium carbomer.

Is that some kind of antiaging
antiwrinkle type cream?

Think younger benzoyl
peroxide is for acne.

You mean the kid.

Maybe he was trying to
sneak out of the house.

Yeah, gives him the perfect
window of opportunity.

He wasn't at the party, so he
couldn't have spiked the drinks.

Hey. I just got the guest
list from the party planner.

Anybody we'd be interested in?

Dr. Mike Lasker.

Looks like it's time to make

another appointment with the doctor.

Dr. Lasker,

you lied to me.

Lied about what?

Witnesses can put you
at the Brenner party,

and that's a lie by omission.

Dave Montavo is a thief.

The guy stole from me.

Do you have anything to back that up?

After every party, things go missing

from the host's house.

Not two weeks ago, I had a party.

Last weekend, my house was hit.

How did you know it was Montavo?

He's always nosing around
your stuff wanting to know

how valuable it is.

Kept asking me about my
'69 World Series ball.

Last weekend, it was gone.

So you went to the party
and dosed their drinks?

I didn't want this to get out of hand.

Yes, well, it's far too late for that.

Okay... truth?

Uh-huh. I slipped a safe amount

of GHB into their drinks.

I just needed time
to search their place.

Or to commit a double murder.

No, I needed to be certain
before I pointed the finger.

Yes, well, that finger

is now pointing at you.

The Crowleys are dead and you show up

with a warrant to search my house?

What is this for?

The warrant's for stolen property.

Could be motive for a double murder.

Wait, what?

That's ridiculous.

When was the last time you were

at Dr. Lasker's residence?

Uh... it was a few weeks
ago. Mike had a party.

Half the neighborhood was there.

You people seem to like to
party around here. Lieutenant,

we don't understand. What does
this have to do with the Crowleys?

There have been allegations of a theft.

We haven't stolen anything.

Hey, did you get something?

H!

Hey, you can't just...

tear up my house.

Signed baseball. It's, uh...

Miracle Mets.

Just like Lasker said.

I swear neither of us

knew that that was there.

There's also a Rolex
Professional in here

which was reported missing last night

by one of your neighbors.

Last night?

When we were both unconscious. You see?

We had nothing to do with this.

Mr. Montavo, where's your son?

You've been sneaking
out of the house, Justin.

No way.

I didn't go anywhere.

Evidence that we
recovered from the window

says you have.

Okay,

so maybe I snuck out a few times.

We found your stash in the heating duct,

which means you've been stealing

from your neighbors.

Justin...

I need your help.

I wasn't the only one doing someing bad.

How do you mean, son?

My baby-sitter, Heather,

she had a guy over.

- What guy?
- Her boyfriend.

Doesn't that help?

You know what, Justin?

I think it might.

I was alone.

I swear.

Heather...

don't add to your tragedy

by trying to protect someone else.

Believe me, it's not worth it.

Now, we know someone was there with you.

Okay.

So I had someone over.

But no one was supposed to know.

And why was that?

'Cause of my parents.

They don't like him.

They didn't want us together.

Listen to me, Heather.

I'm going to need the
name of your boyfriend.

Give me the phone.

Come on. Give it to me.

Zach Griffith.

You can take her.

Thank you.

Is this Zach Griffith?

Who is this?

Zach, my name is Ryan Wolfe.

I'm with Miami-Dade Police Department.

I want you to come down
here and talk to us.

Why would I do that?

Because, Zach, I'm
investigating a double homicide.

Now do you want to come down...

Zach Griffith spotted
on Eighth and Collins.

Suspect is fleeing.

Pursuit in progress.

Don't move!

Stay exactly where you are.

Zach Griffith, you're under arrest.

For what?

Felony fleeing and eluding.

But if I had to put my money down,

I would add a charge of murder.

We just wanted to bring you in

as a witness, and you ran.

Well, I-I freaked, you know?

I'm sorry.

I know you and Heather were having sex.

So?

Is that why you killed the Crowleys,

because they caught you together?

Okay, here... here's what happened.

I was with Heather last night.

She was babysitting.

I tried to sneak out the back,
and-and her dad jumped me.

Look, I know you're sleeping with her.

Stay away from her.

Hey, if you can't control
her, it's not my problem.

You know what I can't figure out

is how you mustered up
all the force to kill him.

You keep saying kill him.

I didn't kill anybody.

Her dad got in my face, and
so, I pumped it out of there.

Zach, if you're lying
to me, I'll find out.

It's what I do.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

No.

Next time I won't be so understanding.

Did you find something?

Maybe.

I just took a closer look at the insects

in Mr. Crowley's wound,

and there are no blowflies.

There are only houseflies.

- Houseflies aren't from decomp.
- Exactly.

But I'm thinking they might
still give us a timeline.

How's that?

Well, houseflies are dormant at night.

So maybe Mr. Crowley was attacked

earlier than we thought?

Yeah, but that's not all.

Come take a look at this micro view.

Hmm.

Wings, legs, but no thorax.

Mm-hmm,

which means they were hit by
something with a lot of force.

Or someone?

Well, the average punch
is under 20 miles an hour,

so to make an insect look like this,

they'd have to be hit by
a force of at least 40.

So if it was someone,

we're looking for a very strong man.

I was drugged at a party last night.

I... There's no way I gonna kill them.

You were a boxer in college.

I bet you can still pack a punch.

I- I was either years ago.

Well, as it turns out,

we think that Mr. Crowley
may have been murdered

before we previously thought.

I was at work all day.

What about you and Mrs. Crowley,

your neighbor?

What about her?

Just how neighborly were you?

What are you talking about?

- Were you having an affair with her?
- I didn't kill anyone.

And I'm not cheating on my wife.

We'd like you to prove it.

How?

We'd like to take your DNA.

Do you have a problem with that?

Do what you got to do.

Open up.

Hey.

You having any luck

identifying all these stolen items?

Well, besides the baseball,

everything was reported
stolen from the neighborhood.

Except this.

Let's see.

Wow, that's a beauty.

Someone's definitely missing it.

I can tell you who.

Yeah? What you got?

Bracelet popped up on a theft report,

but not from around the neighborhood.

Call came out of Golden Beach.

There's the case number.

Golden Beach? That's
miles from Coconut Grove.

- Yeah.
- It doesn't fit the pattern

of a 12-year-old
kleptomaniac.

Why would the Montavos have it?

That's a good question.

Horatio's gonna ask the daughter.

Why the daughter?

The original owner, Lucille
Clarke, died last month.

Her daughter, Amelia, is on her way in.

Miss Clarke?

I'm Lieutenant Caine.
Thank you for coming in.

Thank you for calling.

Mother's bracelet means

the world to me.

Is that her bracelet?

Dad gave it to her when
they were first married.

Had no business spending
that kind of money,

he used to say.

But he just... had to.

Can I keep it?

As soon as I clear this
up, you can keep it, okay?

I need to know how she lost it.

My mom never took it off.

Ever.

Even when she got sick.

Cancer.

We thought that she
was going to make it.

The last time that she
went to see Matthews,

that's when it was stolen.

Do you recall the doctor's name?

Dr. Mike Lasker.

Do you know him?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Dr. Forrest, dial 118, please.

Lieutenant Caine,

I'm in the middle of rounds, so I only

Did you find my baseball?

As a matter of fact, we did.

Along the way, we stumbled onto this.

Do you recognize that bracelet?

Yes, it belonged to, uh, Lucille Clarke.

She was a patient of mine.

She wanted me to have it.

Interesting.

Not according to her daughter.

Well, maybe Mrs. Clarke
didn't have time to tell her.

She died a month ago.

I'm happy to return it to the family.

That won't be necessary.

Dr. Lasker, have you
ever received a gift

from another patient?

Lieutenant Caine...

I've done nothing wrong.

Investigate me all you want.

Horatio?

I looked into the good
doctor like you asked.

And what did you get, Frank?

Dr. Mike Lasker-
it's his third job

in many years.

He's made appearances before

the Georgia and Louisiana
state medical boards.

And let me guess.

Where other patients
died under his care.

Try six.

One family cried malpractice,

but the autopsy confirmed
death by respiratory failure.

Doesn't mean it was natural, does it?

I'm thinking serial killer.

The good doctor goes in,
kills them, takes his trophies

before the families
can claim the bodies.

Mrs. Clarke was his most
recent victim, wn't she?

Yeah.

He went to the Montavo house

to steal back the only thing
that could tie him to the crime.

Yes, but we beat him to it.

You, uh... wanted me to bring my kit.

Why, what's up?

Well, the babysitter

was lying, and I'm just trying

to figure out if she's
covering for Mr. Montavo.

By going over my evidence reports?

I'm just making sure that
we crossed all our Ts.

I swabbed the babysitter
for blood, and she's clean.

So, if there's a
confidence issue, Calleigh,

why don't you just say so?

You're recovering from a brain injury.

I don't think it hurts anybody
to be absolutely certain.

I know I've been a little slow lately.

I've had to relearn the basics.

For a lot of things.

But I do them
all step-by-step,

and I get em right.

I'm looking at these reports,

and your phenolphthalein
test is out of order.

Well, that can't be.

I need to see your kit.

Do you normally keep these reagents

in order of application?

Yeah, of course.

Then I think we have a problem.

The peroxide and the water are switched,

which creates a false negative.

No.

That can't be.

You've got, um...

H2O... H2O2.

It's a really easy mistake.

It's a big one.

I wouldn't have done that.

You did.

We may have lost our shot at the killer.

We need to figure out
how to get this guy.

What are you doing?

Going over all of the
evidence I handled today.

I feel horrible. I really messed up.

You're still recovering, Eric.

I messed up today, and I
don't even have an excuse.

What did you do?

I was so busy looking
at insect evidence,

that I completely missed
the bigger picture.

What do you mean?

The fly that we found
in Mr. Crowley's wound

was hit at a high velocity.

But his head doesn't
show signifiant impact.

How was the man going at one
speed, and the fly at another?

I think the killer used a
weapon that had a dead fly on it.

And then it was transferred.

Well, it doesn't make sense.

I know my math was right,

so whatever hit that fly was
going at least 40 miles an hour.

Like a car windshield.

Or a motorcycle helmet.

Are you ready?

I'm not going in.

Come on. It'll be good
for your confidence.

No, you were right. I
made a rookie mistake.

Hey, you were the one who
figured out the murder weapon.

You were the one who broke the case.

I came back too soon.

All right.

I'll go this one alone.

But we can't make it without you.

What do you want now?

Really?

How about this.

I told you I'd figure it out and I did.

I know how you killed Edwar Crowley.

What do you mean?

We found traces of his DNA
on your motorcycle helmet.

Okay. So I hit him.

It wasn't my fault,
though, he attacked me.

Look!

I know you're sleeping with
her. Stay away from her.

Hey, if you can't control
her, it's not my problem.

If it was self-defense,

how come you killed Heather's mom?

I didn't.

You lied to me about one murder.

Don't lie to me again.

Aren't I supposed to, like,
get a lawyer or something?

If that's your request.

It is.

Hey. Hey.

Just finished the post
on Kimberly Crowley.

Got some physical findings.

You ran a sexual assault kit?

Yeah, found some minor tearing.

Indication of recent sexual intercourse.

Okay. I'll, um...

run it against the husband.

And all the parties
on that block, honey,

I'd run it against the
entire neighborhood.

Well,

whatever takes.

Hey, did you call? Yeah.

I found a very interesting DNA match

from the sexual examination
on the babysitter's mom.

The neighborhood just got kinkier.

Yeah.

Well, Heather... Heather

we know that your
boyfriend killed your dad.

Why don't you, uh...

why don't you tell us the rest?

No, I can't do that to him.

Him?

I was talking about you.

What?

I didn't have any blood on me.

Your officer cleared me this morning.

Well, that's because
you washed your hands

after you stabbed your mom.

What do you mean?

Lift up your shirt.

Go ahead, lift up your shirt.

You could never understand.

This has to do with Zach, doesn't it?

We recovered evidence
that he and your mother

had sex last night.

I couldn't believe my mom
would do that with my boyfriend.

When did you find out? Last night.

I thought my dad and Zach
were fighting about me.

Look, I know you're sleeping with her.

Stay away from her.

Hey, if you can't control
her, it's not my problem.

Oh, he found the card you gave me.

I tried to stop him.

Baby, are you okay?

Kim, not now.

No, it's okay.

Now we can be together.

We don't have to worry.

Mom? Are you and Zach...?

Honey...

I didn't want you to find
out this way. I'm sorry.

Sorry?!

Stay away from him!

Oh, my God.

You didn't see me, and I didn't see you.

Status on Mrs. Clarke, please.

Our exhumed body?

Lucille Clarke was
positive for pancuronium.

Which mimics respiratory failure.

The doctor was smart.

Or so he would think.

Sir, I think we've got
something over here.

Three states, seven victims.

You've got quite a body
of work, Dr. Lasker.

Every doctor loses patients.

These patients lost their
lives to a serial killer you.

Please. You don't believe that.

Lucille Clarke...

was killed by this drug.

I took the oath to help people,

save them from suffering.

You ended their lives.

They were all terminally
ill, on life support.

You stole from them and then
murdered them, Dr. Lasker.

I gave them their dignity.

Their families were merely
postponing the inevitable.

Dr. Lasker, the inevitable has arrived.

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