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And they're off.

Number five-- Backdraft-- jumps out in
front, followed by the two horse, Snowrider.

Backdraft, go, boy.

Fighting hard on the outside
is Caesar and Freebie.

Break clean.

At the first turn, here
comes Snowrider on the rail.

Backdraft, fading fast.

Oh, no, Backdraft.

Come on, don't quit on me now.

Don't quit.

There you go.

Here comes Backdraft, catching fire, making his move.

It looks like Snowrider and Backdraft are in the homestretch. Come
on, come on.

And it's Snowrider at the wire.

Did we get an ID yet?

Yeah. We've got a Robert Banyon.

Big-time horse owner.

Took a shot to the back of the head.

My guess is, the shot
didn't kill him right away.

His heart continued to
beat and he bled out.

Okay, who found him?

A couple on their way to another
suite, looked in, saw the body.

I notice the entrance wound.

But no exit.

Which means the slug is
still lodged in his skull.

I need the round.

Well, you'll have it as soon as I do.

There must be 10,000
people out there, Horatio.

And one of them is my killer.

Everyone remain seated until
you're processed by an officer.

So what have we got
besides a killer view?

A man shot in his own luxury suite.

Any witnesses?

Doesn't appear that way.
I think he was here alone.

All right, let's see what
our shooter left for us.

So, what happened to you last night?

Thought you were coming by
Brennan's. We had a table in the back.

Oh, I just-- I went home, did
some e-mails, went to sleep.

I was tired. I'm sorry.

No, no reason to apologize.

Missed out on a good time, that's all.

Looks like the victim dropped a
pair of binoculars on the floor.

It's a combination
binocular-digital camera.

Maybe Banyon was killed
over something he saw.

Yeah, maybe he took a picture of it.

I'll get them to A.V.

Well, he sure liked fine wine.

Also, this food looks like it could have
been prepared at the track, except for this.

What's that?

They're Grandine Truffles.

They are delicious, they
are my favorite, and...

because of that, I happen to know
you can't even get them in Miami.

What does that get us?

A place to start.

- Horatio.
- Yes, ma'am.

I got something off the
truffles that Calleigh found.

What did we get?

Well, they're distributed by a company out
of Chicago owned by a guy named Wayne Tully.

What do we know about him?

He happens to be in the
horse racing business as well,

and his corporatoffice
says he's here in Miami.

And we're off.

It's a tough game, the horses.

Turns out that you have
a number of businesses.

We found a specialty item distributed by your
company in Robert Banyon's luxury suite this morning.

So, the man has good taste.

Yeah, but I'm willing to
bet that if we took your DNA,

we could place you
in that suite as well.

DNA on one of the wine glasses.

Okay, I was there.

Why is that?

Little thing I call business.

Man's a fan of my truffles.

Um, I thought I'd scratch
his itch and make my pitch.

Which was?

Shares in his stable.

Even a filet of the breeding
rights on a horse like Backdraft,

we're talking big race fees, stud
prices, claims on offspring for years.

It's a gravy train, it's a easy street.

So what do you say? I'm offering you
twice what those shares are worth.

You see Backdraft down there?

Practically stole him.

What makes you think I'm gonna
let you steal him from me?

Times like these, having a
partner is never a bad idea.

I don't have "times like these."

Get out of here, Tully.

And when he turned down easy street,
you shared your disappointment.

You got anything to back that up?

We called the airport.

They said that you checked a nine-millimeter
Beretta on your flight yesterday to Miami.

I want to protect myself.
Something wrong with that?

I need the gun.

You ever stop to think
that maybe I have enemies?

I guarantee you do.

Hey, what are you doing?

Me? Uh, Just looking around.

Yeah, well, you're coming with me.

Who do we have here, Frank?

This guy's a stooper.
His name's Scott Aguilar.

Caught him sniffing around the
track with one of these things.

I was just looking for
stuff, sir, that's all.

Yeah, that's why they
call them stoopers--

stooped over all day
looking for dropped tickets.

People sometimes don't pay attention,
they'll, you know, throw out their winners.

You're interfering with
a murder investigation.

Murder investigation?

I assu you, sir, that was not my intent.

Well, I'll tell you what my intent is-- for you to
get your bottom-feeding butt elsewhere. Let's go.

Lieutenant Caine, this boy appears to
be lost, and I found this in his pocket.

It's got CSI Wolfe's name and number.

Thank you, Officer.

What's your name, son?

Billy. Billy Gantry.

Okay, Billy. How do younow Ryan Wolfe?

He's a friend of my dad's.

Where is your dad now?

He was supposed to pick
me up at swimming ssons.

He never did.

So you're here alone?

Well, my dad's a vet here at
the track and he's usually here,

but I can't find him.

Okay. Okay, how about if we
find him, okay? Come on. Come on.

Freeze!

- Is that your dad's car?
- Yep.

Stay here.

What was that?

Stay in the car.

Get up.

Hang on a seco. You're Russian mob.

You work for Ivan Sarnoff?

Horatio, this is Billy's father.

His name is Mark Gantry.

Mark, this is Lieutenant Horatio Caine.

Mark helped me out when I had
the little gambling problem.

Why does his son have
your business card?

Mark was having a little bit of trouble.

And I'm, uh, helping him
look after his kid Billy.

Where's my son?

Your son is in good hands.

I want my boy back.

I don't think that's a good idea,
Mr. Gantry. Mr. Wolfe, please.

I'm going to call you.
Hang in there, okay?

Mr. Wolfe, the dead man has a tattoo
from the Russian mob. Why is that?

I have no idea. You know
Mark's not involved in that.

Okay, that's not my question, is it?

Look, he called me. He
said he was in trouble.

I came over, there's a guy in his house.

I don't know what's going on.

You'd better find out.

So, you got a bullet for me yet?

Nope, and I didn't see one
in the fluoroscope, either.

But there's no exit wound.

Unless the entrance is the exit.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm not positive.

But let's take a closer look.

- Powder burns?
- No.

You're looking at the damage
caused by a captive bolt gun.

Used to put down livestock.

Yeah, those are brutal.

It's a one-centimeter wide cylinder
that bores a whole into your head.

And as it retracts, conduits on
the pistol force out compressed air.

- That explains the dark circle, right?
- Yeah.

Captive bolts are supposed to destroy a
horse's brain stem, so the heart keeps beating.

Hey, that's just like our victim.

A bolt gun on a human being?

As if it isn't bad enough
to use it on animals.

Yeah, Robert Banyon was a horse owner.

Maybe someone didn't like the
way he treated his animals.

Excuse me. We're looking
for Robert Banyon's trainer.

I work for him. I'm the Head
Groom. Terrance Chase. And you are?

CSI Duquesne. CSI Delko.

I'm going to need you to
stop right there, freeze.

The horse is spooked. Its ears are back.
I guess we're making him uncomfortable.

All right, well this
isn't about the horse.

We're here to ask you a few
questions abt Robert Banyon.

Okay, I groom his horses, I hear things.

You hear that he was
murdered this morning?

Are you serious?

We are.

He was killed with a captive bold gun, and we
know that you use those in your line of work.

Not by me. I think those
things are barbaric.

I'm going to take a look around.

Don't worry-- I won't
spook the horses.

So, uh, you know your horses.

Yeah, I grew up around them.

I also know enough to know that grooms
and owners don't always get along.

Yeah. Yeah, you'd be right about that.

But, uh, you know, Banyon
treated horses right.

And I'd never jeopardize
that relationship.

I can't believe this happened.

Did Robert Banyon have any
enemies that you know of?

In his side of this business,
almost impossible not to.

Which is why I stick with horses.

You know, their trust is implicit.

Well, I wish the same
could be said for you.

Looks like our murder weapon.

I've never seen that before. I swear.

Tell you what. We'll let
evidence be the judge of that.

In the meantime, you're coming with us.

These are the photos from
Banyon's binocular camera.

Hoping he caught a reflection
of his killer in the glass.

But you haven't found any yet.

Banyon had a lens filter.
Prevents glare and reflections.

That could explain why he
didn't see the killer coming.

And why we can't now.

Hey, Jane, do me a favor. Go
back and zoom in on the jockey.

She's holding something in her
hand. Some kind of plastic box.

It's called a "jigger."
It's an electric prod.

It's used to make the horse
go faster. It's illegal.

Okay, so we don't know
who killed Robert Banyon.

But we may have just found out why.

Colleen Flanagan.

Yeah.

Why don't you dismount. We
need to ask you a few questions.

Yeah.

It's our understanding
that your road twice today,

and your second mount was Backdraft
for Robert Banyon. Is that true?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

It's terrible what
happened to Mr. Banyon.

Yeah, we think so, too.

We also think you conspired to kill him.

- What?
- We've reviewed the tape.

And we know that you intentionally
eased up on your horse during the race,

andhen you spurred him on
at the end for a comeback.

That's right. You made sure Banyon
never took his eyes off the race.

This way, a killer could step
in and put a gun to his head.

You can't possibly prove that.

Actually, we can. We have
photos of you using a jigger.

Okay. Okay, I used the device.

But it wasn't about murder.
It was about winning.

Why don't you explain that.

Look, Backdraft is
lightning out of the gate.

But today he was off. Sluggish.

It was like I didn't
have my horse under me.

I had to get him going.

You risked your career for that?

Careers can be made
in a race like today's.

- Or ended.
- No.

No, don't do this. It was just one time.

I can't lose my racing license. Please.

It's too late. We're
going to take you in.

So, what have you got
on my friend Mark Gantry?

Still working on it, but you
can take his personal effects.

Okay.

It's a racing program.

Yeah, found it in his pocket.

Same track where Robert Banyon
was murdered this morning.

What else you got?

Here, we also found a powdery
substance in his pants.

Benzoylmethyl ecgonine.

- More popularly known as...
- Cocaine.

Bit of a surprise.

More than you'll ever know.

You're lying to me!

- No, man, I swear.
- After what I did for your son, after what I do for you?

You were my sponsor.

And now I found a racing
program in your pocket.

Okay, uh...

I found cocaine on your clothes.

You're using again?

No. No, look, Ryan-- so yeah, look,
I've been using a little, okay, but...

You got it under control?

Spoken like a true addict.

That man who attacked me today,
he's a member of the Russian mob.

Do you know what that means?

What, is he your dealer?
You owe him money?

Yep. He came to collect. I
didn't have the cash, okay.

I didn't know what else
to do, who else to turn to.

You dragged me into a drug deal?

Freeze!

I'm sorry. I-I screwed up. All right?

I'll, I'll deal with this. All right?

I just need a little time.

No, Mark. Now I have to deal with it.

You want to help yr son?

You help yourself.

Be sure to get tse to Prints, okay?

Go. Right away, please.

His personal effects.

I ran our Russian mobster's prints
through AFIS, and I didn't get anything.

What about the watch, Mr.
Wolfe? Take a look at that.

It's running 11 hours ahead.

11 hours ahead is Russian time.

You know, if he just arrived, his prints
would probably be in the immigration databases.

I'll check.

Nicholas Brinks. He just stepped
off a plane from Moscow last week.

See who sponsored his visa.

It's our old friend, Ivan Sarnoff.

Owner of the Aegis Boxing Club.

And a killer.

A month ago, you promised we'd reunite.

What is it this time, Lieutenant?

Nicholas Brinks.

What about him?

He killed himself today.

What does that have to do with me?

You provided Nicholas with entry
into the country, didn't you?

Perhaps I did.

And Nicholas killed himself
to avoid being questioned.

Why did he do that, Ivan?

You'd have to ask him.

But that's out of the
question now, isn't it?

I'm asking you.

Lieutenant Caine, pity.

In another life, we
would be great comrades.

I think that Nicholas killed
himself to protect you, Ivan.

He was a loyal friend, Lieutenant,
and you know I have a lot of friends.

And you're gonna need every one of them.

Eric Delko, in my Trace lab?

Yeah, I'm working on the Banyon case.

I found some unusual fibers on the
towel the murder weapon was wrapped in.

Recycled jelly cable, silica and polyopylene
fibers, coated in a microcrystalline wax.

Never seen it before.

Certainly not common. At
least not in the States.

You recognize it?

Yeah, what you're
looking at is Polytrack.

It's developed in England. It's
used to replace dirt at horse tracks.

Why?

It's cleaner.

Drains faster, and it's more
animal-friendly than dirt.

So, you know your horses, huh?

Well, every Englishman worth his
salt has done his time at the Derby.

Uh, what does it mean when
a horse puts its ears back?

It means the filly doesn't fancy you.

So this Polytrack,
uh-- it's everywhere?

Not exactly.

I think only five tracks in the
U.S.have made the changeover.

Not one of them is in Miami.

And what about Chicago?

You know what they say
about animal instinct?

I'm afraid I don't have time to talk.

Make time.

The bolt pistol that killed Robert Banyon was
wrapped in a towel that had traces of Polytrack on it.

That synthetic track stuff?
What's that got to do with me?

Just happens to be the new ground
cover at Tallulah Field in Chicago,

where you base your operations.

And you own a bolt pistol, don't you?

I do.

Unfortunately, I had to
put a horse down yesterday.

Stay where you are.

Wait a minute. It's gone.

Big shock.

No, no, no, no, no. I know what's
going on here. I want a lawyer.

I don't blame you. Officer.

Betting slip.

First race. $1,000 on
the number four horse.

Banyon's horse didn't run that race.

No. We need to take a
closer look at this ticket.

I thought you might want to see the
tox report on your friend Mark Gantry.

There's no trace of
cocaine in his system.

No. He's clean.

That doesn't make sense.

Addicts lie to cover
their using, not to, uh...

not to invent it.

Why would he do that?

This may not be what you want
to hear, but in my opinion,

I think he's covering
up for a bigger lie.

Mark is the track
veterinarian, isn't he?

Yeah. So?

Well, you know how they said that Robert
Banyon's horse all of a sudden started lagging?

They sometimes use
cocaine to dope horses.

Lagging?

Last time I checked,
cocaine was a stimulant.

Cocaine is a stimulant in a human being,

but the right dose in a horse will
cause the heart rate to decrease,

the respiratory system to increase.

It causes them to over breathe.

Slows them down.

So he was dosing the horses, and
not using the drugs on himself?

He's race fixing.

He's gambling again.

I don't know what to do.

Let me check into it.

Hey, look, I've just been
released from custody.

You know, I talked and talked to
you guys. I did not do this thing.

I know you didn't, Mr. Chase.

Oh, Terrance, please.

Terrance.

I actually came to see Backdraft.

We're thinking that he may
have been doped with cocaine.

Doped? Really?

Who'd do something like
that to you, Backdraft?

And, you know, my question is how?

Well, that part's easy.
Horses are vascular.

You know, you rub the drug right on their
skin. It absorbs into the bloodstream.

In the first turn, here
comes Snowrider on the rail.

Backdraft fading fast.

You know, it looks like he could
have been dosed under his bridle.

Yeah, sweat opens the
pores. Ingestion's immediate.

Hey, easy.

It's positive. Cocaine.

Poor baby. What's gonna happen to him?

He'll probably be sold off.

Oh, if he's lucky, put out to, uh, stud.

Are you interested in taking a ride?

Oh, I can't. I'm on duty, but, uh...

But I may take you up on that some time.

Please do.

Okay, Terrance.

We just got a call from CSI Duquesne.

We've confirmed the presence
of cocaine on Backdraft.

We know everything. We know
you tried to fix the race.

The only way you're gonna help
yourself is come clean, all right?

Sarnoff shows up one day out of nowhere.

Starts bringing up long-shot bets
I made, like, three years ago,

before I even entered the program.

Are you sure that they were yours?

Yeah. My... My bookie
drops dead one day.

And three years later, there's Sarnoff.

He's got my name in that black book
of his that he keeps in his coat.

Starts pressuring me.

Threatening me, threatening my son.

And you couldn't pay.

Told me if I dusted Robert
Banyon's horse, I'd be in the clear.

You thought I'd forget?

This debt would just
float away on the breeze?

No. No, of course not.

You owe me.

I need that money. All of it.

But I'll give you some time.

Time's up.

I don't have it.

Okay. Then you do something for me.

You do it right, we call it even. Yeah?

So, I couldn't bring myself to
do it to that beautiful animal.

And now he won't rest until
I pay, one way or the other.

All right, listen, Mark, you and Billy
are gonna get out of here. All right?

You got to disappear.
You got to start over.

He'll find us wherever we go.

Not necessarily.

Betting stub from the horse track?

Yeah, this is the one they found
in Wayne Tully's horse trailer,

where the murder weapon went missing.

You gonna turn it into a winning ticket?

Yeah, if you consider beer
and mustard a big case breaker.

There's no usable trace.

What about that circle across the top?

I don't know what that is.

Maybe some sort of code
from the betting windows?

The shapes are more imprint than
they are laser print, don't you think?

Yeah. You got a theory?

Found a track rat today.
You know, "stooper."

He had one of those claw grabbers.

What was he doing with it?

Well, he was looking in
the trash for betting slips,

and I'm willing to
bet that's one of them.

And how does this have anything
to do with a missing bolt gun?

Did you steal one from
Wayne Tully's trailer?

Oh, no, no, ma'am.

You would never catch me using
that tool to put down an animal.

What about putting down a human being?

We did some checking, Scott.

We know that you're the
original owner of Backdraft.

Yeah. Yeah, I owned Backdraft.

We're gonna need to check your hands.

What is it you're doing?

Testing for nitrites.

By-product of gunpowder being burned.

You through?

You are through.

What are you talking about?

It's positive for nitrites.

That means there's a presence
of gunshot residue on your hand.

You shot him with the
bolt gun, didn't you?

You put Banyon down.

That horse was one in a million.

He was a pure thoroughbred.

He was raw talent.

Perfect stride.

Perfect balance.

And he's got heart.

Just nded the proper
training, that's all.

A little seasoning, support.

And then, Banyon shows up, and...

well, he convinced me
that Backdraft was flawed.

This horse, I ran his stats.
He's too narrow up front.

Don't know if it will take the
stress of training, much less racing.

Sir, that horse has great breeding.

He'll never win a race.

Look, I need a trotter pony.

I'll take him off your hands,
do you a favor-- five grand.

Three cup victories and
eight figures later...

Look...

I was a jockey that never
finished in the money. Okay?

I scraped together whatever
money I hato buy Backdraft.

He was my ticket out,
and Banyon lied to me.

He told me that he was worthless.

And then he stole him from me.

He knew he was a winner all along.

And he was mine.

Just because Banyon was a dirty businessman,
that doesn't give you the right to kill him.

That's easy for you to say.

Every time that horse
took first place...

the feeling got worse.

All the horse owners keep a bolt gun.

First unlocked trailer
I found, I took one.

There you go.

Come on, come on.

If I wasn't gonna get a share of
the winnings, well, neither was he.

You didn't just lose your horseScott.

You lost everything.

You must be insane coming here.

I knew you'd be looking for me.
I figured I'd save you the time.

You caused me a great deal of trouble.

Look, Mr. Sarnoff, I'm here
to make it right. I swear.

You think I'm a fool?

Some game to be played?

I just need this to be
over. I need my life back.

Your life.

I could kill you right here, right now.

If you want to kill me, you go
ahe, but I'm through running.

But if you let me live, I can help you.

I took care of the other race myself.

Why do I need you?

Tell me your offer.

I'll give you one more race, a big one.

I dose your horse. I take care
of any post-race dope test.

I get you your money.

And then, my debt is finished.

We're no longer talking
about just one race.

How many?

All the races. I own you.

You want to live? You make me a winner.

Race after race af...

So, Ivan...

I guess that makes this post time, huh?

This is a setup.

This will never stand.

Yes, it will.

Oh, Ivan, third race, five horse.

It's a guaranteed loser, huh?

It's all here, H.

's every date, every horse, every race.

God, Ivan, you've made millions.

Bribery, extortion,
conspiracy to race fix...

My guess is that's, um... 30 years.

That's a big number, Ivan.

And this time, there's no one
to take the fall. Book him.

Seeing me off?

I guess that's a fair description.

You're bringing a world of
hurt on yourself. On your city.

On those close to you.

Go on.

It's started. You don't even know it.

Your team is falling apart. You
even know where they are. I do.

Trouble is coming, Lieutenant.

And it's looking for you.

Calleigh.

All right, Billy.

I'm gonna see you real soon, okay?

No, you won't.