All language subtitles for CSI.Miami.S01E16.720p.WEB-HD.x264.300MB-Pahe.in.srt - eng(2)

( hard rock intro )

* Well, I been watchin'
while you been coughin' *

* I been drinkin' life
while you been nauseous *

* So I drink to health
while you kill yourself... *

You're not going to disappoint
me, are you, ace?

* And I got just one thing
that I can offer *

* Go and save yourself,
take it out on me *

* Go and save yourself,
take it out on me, yeah... *

( screams )

( shutter clicks )

No ID on him?

Jeans, T-shirt, Kmart socks.

Big spender.

He saved his pennies
for the peeps.

Speed.

How old do you think
the girl is?

( indistinct audio )

18, maybe 19.

( shutter clicks )

Just a kid.

So the weapon had to be
long enough to penetrate

this backdoor
to do damage, right?

Yeah.

The guy inside the booth

must have been pressing
against the wall.

Poised to see paradise.

* Yeah!

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

and CSI PRODUCTIONS

* We don't get fooled again

* Don't get fooled again

* No, no!

Sharp force injuries.

Three knife strikes
through the door.

Only two in the body.

That's all
he needed I guess.

So, what about an ID, Alexx?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

So far.

Oof.

Bad teeth.

He looks Eastern European to me.

We'll post him
in a couple of hours.

Okay.

You ever seen that video

Sexy Guns,
Sexy Girls?

If you go
into a booth

with that saw, you don't even
have to take your clothes off.

You'd make a fortune in tips.

You're standing
in my crime scene.

If you take the door,
I got to close the booth.

Then close the booth.

Can't blame a guy
for trying to make a living.

I hear you.

So what do we have?

Serrated blade,
eight inches.

CAINE:
With the strike wider
at the top than the bottom.

DUQUESNE:
Some sort of hunting knife.

Well, he was hunting.

The question becomes
how did he know where to aim?

Wait a second.

What is this?

That looks recent,
doesn't it?

Mm-hmm.

I'm taking
the door with me.

Lot of people have been
in this booth.

Everybody but a janitor.

Yeah.

Hey, check this out.

It's a hair.

Could be from
a million guys.

Yeah, but look
how thick it is.

And it's needle-pointed.

I don't think
that's human.

Here's another one.

Must have found
at least 20 of them.

Bet when you process
his clothes, you'll find more.

Who's this guy been
hanging out with?

Give me a hand,
Horatio, please.

Sure.

( grunts )

T-shaped injuries.

CAINE:
Which means the killer
used a single-edged blade.

Any marks on the ribs?

Not the first one.

Slipped right
between the ribs.

Punctured his left lung.

Filling the lungs
with blood.

CAINE:
Which he then spewed
all over the Plexiglas.

Second stab chipped
the fifth vertebrae

and severed his spinal cord.

There's your cause of death.

Lights out, my friend.

Plywood, two layers.

Blade didn't fragment.

Cheap door, good knife.

Mm-hmm.

I think I've narrowed
it down to three.

Hmm.

Gryphon M35...

Recon...

With a tanto point.

Mm-hmm.

And Echelon MPT.

Thank you.

So...

was he military?

( rubber glove snaps )

Was he SWAT?

Well, in any case,
it's weapon's grade

and whoever owns it, didn't
get it to play mumblety-peg.

Or "I Spy."

Okay, so...

I'm about six feet tall

and that would make the killer
roughly the same height.

He would probably place his
left hand up here for support.

Making him right-handed.

And then lean in...

to hide what he was doing.

( music playing )

Now, people don't make
a lot of eye contact

in a place like this, right?

So even if he was detected,

somebody might just
think he was wasted.

Well, he definitely knew
his way around the place.

There's a reason the Italians
call it "little death."

( rock music plays )

So he came and went.

Came and went.

This a good place to kill
somebody, isn't it?

( rock music plays distantly)

I'm not working.

I am.

One of the cops.

CSI.

Well, you came
to the right place.

My whole life's
a crime scene.

When are you going to arrest
whoever's responsible

for me having this crappy job
in this crappy town?

Do you, um, work the same shift,
the same booth every night?

When I can get it.

It's in the back,
out of the way.

Make more money when you give
the guys a little extra.

Well, the guy they took
out of here in a body bag

got extra, didn't he?

Forgive me if I'm not
more surprised, but...

did you happen to notice what
part of town we're in, slugger?

Oh, and by the way,
that guy that got killed

I never saw him before.

That's what you were
going to ask, right?

Actually, I was going to ask
you if you work off the clock.

Is that an offer?

I'll take that as a yes.

Where you from?

Lake Leelanau.

Michigan.

Okay.

Only people from home know that

and...

I don't make you
for a Wolverine.

Well, I spend a lot of time
looking at maps.

You're a lot more fun
than you look, you know?

All right, CSI,

what do you want me to say?

How about...

I won't go back.

I won't go back.

Then again, you're paid

to tell men what they
want to hear, right?

That's right.

We know it's not human.

Did you see that tall one?

At the peeps?

The medulla's fragmented.

DELKO:
The index is less
than one-third.

So, we're talking
about a higher primate.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, did you ever
date a stripper?

No, well, I wouldn't
call it dating.

Gentlemen, what did we get?

Hairs from the victim.

Cortex to medulla ratio
tells us it's from an ape.

Uh, maybe a chimp,
maybe a gorilla.

Let's assume then
that the victim

brought the hair to the party.

From where he works or lives.

Right, so let's check into zoos,
animal shows, circuses,

anywhere where an Eastern
European with bad teeth

could have access to an ape.

All right?

( speaking Russian )

That's Victor Ratsch.

Night custodian.

His, uh, cousin
got him the job.

They couldn't
stop fighting.

I mean, I
recommended
they fire

one of them,
but you know...

who listens
to the PR flak?

Hmm. You know what they
fought about?

I don't know.

I don't speak Russian

and Vadim doesn't
speak English.

Did Ratsch speak English?

Yeah, he was motivated.

American women.

Why do you think he went
to peep shows then?

I didn't say he had
any luck with them.

( phone rings )

Okay, thank you.
Excuse me.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, Horatio.

Mm-hmm.

( shutter clicking )

Hit-and-run.

Kept her word.

What's that?

She's not going back.

Both legs are broken.

Massive head trauma.

And unless she was

a diabetic...

Track marks.

All the way from Michigan.

Like most vehicles versus peds,
she was flipped by the car.

Impact with the pavement
killed her.

Okay, but if she
was flipped by the vehicle,

there would be evidence all over
the vehicle, wouldn't there?

Imprint on her calf.

Could be ElectroPark.

Parking by braille.
Beep, beep.

So we're looking for
a late model,

high-end
vehicle.

Is that a shard of glass, Alexx?

Can't be safety glass.

Could be from the headlight.

I'll take that.

CAINE:
You get anything,
Eric?

No skid marks.

Nothing.

Side of the road,
she's all in black.

70% of all drivers on
the road after 2:00 A.M.

are over
the legal limit.

Could be just an accident.

Guess that's possible.

Well, we find the car,
we'll ask the owner.

Mm, you do that.

I'm going to find out who
she danced for last night.

Thank you, Alexx.

MAN:
It's not like
we take roll call here.

Guys come here
to be invisible.

If I looked,

if I asked questions,
I'd be out of business.

Key to any business
is return customers.

What about them?

I notice them even less.

So nobody stands out?

You might want
to check out her husband.

He's a real prize.

How do you spell,
uh, pimp?

Rick Breck.

Thank you.

Casa del Breck.

Married less
than a year.

All righty.

Still on the honeymoon.

You and Amy have a car?

We've been looking.

She likes
to walk home.

Liked the fresh air.

When she didn't show

you weren't
worried?

She comes, she goes...
she always calls.

How about last night?

She call you?

Yeah, but I wasn't here.

She left a message.

Can I hear it?

I erased it.

TRIPP:
Remember
what she said?

The usual.

Then you won't mind if I take
the answering machine with me.

There's nothing on it.
Sure.

Okay.

I have one more

question for you.

Do you have a life insurance
policy out on your wife?

Are you kidding?

I don't even
have health insurance.

CAINE:
We should get a warrant.

On what grounds?

On grounds that this
is a murder investigation.

It's a hit-and-run.

He is obviously lying.

His lips were moving,
of course he's lying.

I think if we can
connect these two cases

we have a shot
at probable cause.

The probable cause
is she's a stripper,

she's a junkie
and she's a whore.

She's also a human being.

And now she's
a corpse.

And by God, don't you ever

step on my investigation again.

Glass shard was from
a Mercedes Benz, S Series.

From this millennium, but as far
as that goes, it's a dead end.

Okay.
What else you got?

Well, I'm working on this tape
from the answering machine.

I know one thing

the husband
wasn't lying about

is Amy's message was erased.

I recovered it using
high-tech microscopy.

Bottom line,
tape has memory.

Certainly more than Mr. Breck.
Let's hear it.

AMY:
Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.

Did you get the...
( music playing )

See, here's where we lose Amy,

but if you scrub the music...

Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.

Did you get the stuff you
promised you'd pick up?

Judging by
the condition of her arm,

she's definitely
talking about drugs.

And they say husbands don't
do anything around the house.

Okay, here we go.

After tonight,
I could really use some.

Ace, hi.

( siren )

Don't start without me, okay?

Okay, now,
hold on a second.

Let's play it again.

Let's lift the background
and the siren.

Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.

Did you get the stuff you
promised you'd pick up?

After tonight,
I could really use some.

MAN:
Hey.

Do we know "Hey"?

Keep going.

AMY:
Ace, hi.

ACE:
We got a deal.

( clicking )

AMY:
Don't start without me, okay?

What kind of deal?

Let's go talk to Houseboat Rick,
find out who Ace is

and what kind of a deal
Amy had going.

Okay, but what makes you think

he's going to be more
cooperative this time?

And old drug charge I just
dug up on him won't hurt.

Let's go.

Another accident?

Let's call it in.

Fresh kill.

Barely waterlogged.

CAINE:
Any scratches or
defensive wounds, Alexx?

Not cursorily,
no.

Foam around the mouth
and nostrils.

Earmarks of a drowning.

I'd like to see
what's in his lungs.

I'll find you.

Okay.

The husband's dead,
the wife is dead...

Russian's dead.

Let's go talk to the other
Russian, the cousin,

before he chokes on a Twizzler.

Thank you,
Alexx.

CAINE:
Tell him that I can see by
the scratches on his face

that he's been in
a recent altercation.

( speaking Russian )

A lion, a tiger...

He says he doesn't remember.

Okay.

Now tell him that if I check
under his fingernails,

and I can match it
to his dead cousin,

I'm going to arrest him
for murder.

( speaking Russian )

He says he doesn't
have to talk to you.

Vadim, Mr. Infante at the zoo
says you don't speak English,

is that true?

( speaking Russian )

Vadim, you've been
in the country for a long time,

so cut the crap
and answer my questions.

I haven't seen my cousin
in two days.

You two fight about the girl
at the peep show?

Peep show, Victor never
goes to peep show.

How about you?

I don't have
to pay money for women.

At peep show,

lap dance,

you spend $5.00, another $5.00.

$20 here, $20 there.

By end of night, you could
have banged a hooker.

Hold a real woman
in your arms

instead of some picture
in your head.

He knows what I'm talking about.

How'd you get the scratches
on your face? A big cat?

Victor stuck me with work
ever since he come here.

So you two fought.

Always fight.

I can't report him,
he's my cousin.

But then it gets worse.

So I say to him, "No more."

It doesn't
matter,

he wants more.

So, two nights ago,

he can't feed the lions.

He wants me to feed the lions,

so I say to him, "You know,
the lions, they scare me.

I'll do
anything else."

But no, that night
he has to go.

So I just lost it.

( grunting )

Where did he go that
he couldn't feed the lions?

He only says to me
it's business.

Big business,
big man.

All he has to do
is look mean.

Which, you know, for Victor
is not that difficult.

He says I feed the lions,
he cut me in.

But I know
my cousin.

He give me $5.00,
he's making $500.

Plus, it's probably not legal.

To scare who, Vadim?

Yeah, that...

I don't know that
in any language.

So you finished the post?

There was water
in his lungs.

Okay, let's see what Speed says.
Speed?

It's not salt water.

He didn't drown in the marina.

So somebody drowned him
somewhere else

and dumped him in the marina.

Well, it's not
city water, either.

There's no trace
of the fluoride.

But I did find something
to keep us honest.

Go ahead.

Pine freshener and formaldehyde.

Like on a boat.

I'll get this over to Trace.

CAINE:
Okay.

So Rick had a visitor
after we left.

Somebody rousted him...

( grunting )

...dragged him
down to the bathroom...

and then gave him
a plumbing lesson.

If he wasn't already dead,
my money would be on Victor.

Victor's cousin said that Victor
was leaning on people, right?

And that he worked
for a big man.

DUQUESNE:
King Kong.

You know, back in Louisiana

we used to keep our animals
out of the bedroom.

I've got more ape hair,
and I just started lifting.

So Victor was here.

And maybe he was leaning
on the happy couple.

Why would he be doing that?

I don't know.
Let's figure it out.

DUQUESNE:
There's no sign
of struggle here.

Eighteen with a husband
and a houseboat in the marina.

She probably thought
she was in paradise.

Things tend to look better

from a distance,
don't they?

Except here.

Up close and couldn't
be more personal.

DELKO:
How come everybody
has naked pictures?

Especially dopers.

All these angles,
in sequence...

They used a photographer.

Let's print this camera

and let's find out
who took these pictures.

AMY:
Don't start without me, okay?

( click )

Don't start without me, okay?
( click )

Don't start without me, okay?

( click )

Don't start without me, okay?

( click )

Speed, you all right?

Yeah, why?

I went up front
to get my messages,

and Trace is ankle deep
in Spectras.

What the hell
are you running?

It's on the, uh, Auto Sampler.
I'm running the gamut.

Well, dear,
it's a OSHA claim
waiting to happen.

You better get in there.

Reservatrol?

Take a look
at these.

These carpet impressions
are interesting.

CAINE:
Mm-hmm.

Best seat in the house.

Front and center...

there's the stage.

Curtain up.

( rock music plays )

All right. So, we
process the floor

between the chair and the bed,

particular attention
to the biologicals.

I'm on it.

Hey, you guys,
I've got something.

The panel wasn't on
right, so I just...

popped it open.

That's Echelon MPT.

I've only seen
those at gun shows.

It fits the one they used
on the Russian, too.

Blood on the knife.

Compared it to your DB
from the peep show...

one and the same,
Victor Ratsch.

Congratulations.
You found your murder weapon.

Great.

Question is, who handled it?

Obvious answer's

the owner of
the houseboat,

but someone could've
planted it.

Well, sorry, can't
help you with that.

Strictly DNA.

All yours.

Thanks.

( hissing )

Gotcha.

So, Rick used
the knife...

to dig a spy hole.

He estimated Victor's
body placement...

and then watched Amy
wind up Victor.

He braced himself against
the back of the booth

as Rick moved in for the kill.

So, we know who killed Victor,
and why.

Question is,
who killed Amy and Rick?

Speed, did we get a report
on the car glass yet?

I got more off this
answering machine.

There's this
weird sound.

Okay, listen to me.

We need to process the residue
on the headlight.

Yeah, I got
those Spectras,

but you got
to hear this.

AMY:
Ace, hi.

MAN:
We've got a deal.

( clicking )

What are those clicks?

That's what I'm saying.

AMY:
Ace, hi.

MAN:
We've got a deal.

( clicking )

Click, click-- is that metal?

( clicking )

( clicking )

( clicking )

I don't know.

It sounds like the technology
is recording it,

and then transforming it
into something else.

Well, I got
something here

more conclusive.

Residue from the glass
shard from the headlamp.

Reservatrol,

peanut shell, hayweed,

just for starters.

Clarify, please.

Dung.

Can you be more specific?

Elephant dung.

Elephant dung...

Okay. On those Mercedes,

let's cross-reference

those parking permits
at the zoo, okay?

Okay.

Oh, God, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wait, I gotta go. Bye.
Mr. Infante?

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Yes, did you make any progress
in Victor's death?

CAINE:
We're actually here
to talk about your car.

Oh, you found it?

Tell me it's not
stripped.

So, it's still missing?
Yeah.

I contacted police
about it two days ago.
Two days ago?

The night that Amy Cannon
was killed.

In a hit-and-run.

Who?

Amy Cannon is
the peep-show dancer

that was with Victor Ratsch
the day that he was killed.

( cell phone rings )

Just a sec. Hello. Yeah?

Yeah, just a sec.

I...

Yeah, yeah.
No, I'm right...

Hey!

( phone beeps off )

Hey, that's a very
important call.

This is a murder
investigation.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Is there anything else
I can do for you?

I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Don't go far.

So, I checked for semen.

Quite a job--
sheets, towels, comforters,

bedside, and lampshade.

Multiple donors,
including the husband.

How about the carpet?

Well, here's
the best part--

only one donor,
not the husband.

Not surprising.

And the volume
was more than the
average ejaculate.

So, a repeat visitor.

Who had a favorite spot
beside the chair.

I don't know, I guess
he was stuck in a rut.

So what do we know?

That Amy had
a side job.

My guess is, she
trolled for 'em
at the peep

and reeled them
into the houseboat.

Which is where the husband
joined the show.

Okay, let's get
a photograph

of Infante
into the six-pack.

You and Tripp go back
to the peep,

and show it around.

Out of one zoo
and into another.

You got it.

( techno music plays )

Recognize any
of these guys?

Just point.

He comes here.

AMY:
After tonight,
I could really use some.

MAN:
Hey.

AMY:
Ace, hi.

MAN:
We've got a deal.

( clicking )

It's got to be
from inside the car, right?

Maybe she's popping her gum?

No, it's not sharp enough.

It's muffled.

Play it again.

AMY:
Ace, hi.

MAN:
We've got a deal.

( clicking )

Maybe she's putting
something in her purse.

H said she had a backpack.

( tapping on glass )

What's up?

Affirmative
on the I.D.

Infante was a regular
at the peeps?

He was
a semi-regular,

but when he was there...
He did it
with Amy.

Little lie, big lie--
he knew her.

So, if we can
match his DNA

to what we get off
the carpet of the houseboat,

we can determine how well.

Okay, but how are we going
to get a DNA reference?

He'll never give
it to us.
We don't have to.

His brand-new car

will have a theft-deterrent
device on it, won't it?

That's right.

Report your car stolen,

company activates
the transmitter

hidden
in the vehicle.

Owner reported the car
missing two days ago.

Yeah, him and a thousand
other owners.

We finally got
a radio car
in the city.

( beeping )

Hey, Sam 15's rolling now.

( garbled radio transmission)

Good morning.

Technology.

You got to love it
when the good guys win.

Mm-hmm.

Wait a minute.

Cracked headlamp.

Isolated impact.

Got blood smears.

All right.

So, we got the car.

Let's get the DNA.

Unlocked. Typical.

If we're
looking for DNA

to match the carpet,
steering wheel's our best bet.

Epithelial rich.

Best place to prove
who was the last driver.

This car's been
reported stolen,

so we have to anticipate
a mixture of DNA, right?

Infante's and the car thief's.

H, I thought you made
him for a liar on this.

Infante is a liar.

I just don't know
what the lie is yet.

You want to take notes?

Well, you're watching me
like you want a DNA lesson.

( chuckles )

No, I was, uh, just
admiring your... technique.

Oh. I got mad technique.

You got no idea.

( chuckles )

Primary donor on the steering
wheel matches the carpet.

Yeah, that's the registered
owner of the car, Infante.

Minor donor's unknown.

Mixture.

I'll get it in CODIS.
Hope for a hit.

Sounds good.

Mr. Infante,
how many private peeps
did you, uh, get from Amy?

Define private.

Not at her place
of employment.

None.

Look it, if I'm
guilty of anything

it's being
a loyal customer.

I liked Amy.

I liked what
she did for me.

I liked how she made me feel.

At Show Land?

Yeah.

Just at Show Land?

Mr. Infante,
we can confirm your DNA

in her bedroom

on multiple occasions.

Okay... So what?

Yeah, I was there.

Consenting adults--
nothing illegal.

All right. Let me tell you
how I think it went.

It started at Show Land...

( techno music plays )

First time?

I'll try anything once.

You couldn't get enough.

Once you had a taste of Amy,
she had her hooks in you.

We can go someplace
more private.

No tokens. No glass.

No limitations.

( techno music plays
throughout montage )

You can't possibly be here
because I watched

two people having sex

in the privacy
of their own room.

No, no, no.

We like you
for their murder.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We know you hired Victor.

( counting money )

And a thousand.

I love Americans--
they pay up front.

You hired Victor to muscle them.

They were blackmailing me.

And you didn't want
your Palm Beach donors

to get wind
of what you were doing

with these consenting adults?

That's right. I thought it would
be an embarrassment,

and frankly, I didn't think it
was going stop at one payment.

So when they killed
your guy, you stepped in

and did the job yourself.

A little hit-and-run,
a little drowning...

No! I told you,
my car was stolen.

I didn't kill anybody.

Guys we're talking
about 50, 60,000 bucks.

I don't think
they were serious.

I can earn that

with a private viewing
with one of the gorillas.

We can close this one out.

I think we need to take a beat.

We've got motive... opportunity.

We have a very expensive
four-wheel weapon.

Have you got
a better idea?

I think I do.

Eric? You get the minor donor?

Hot off the press, boss.

We got a hit off
the steering wheel.

Convicted felon.
Who is it?

Practically family.

Hello, Ace.

Nice going.

Have a seat, Mr. Davis.

I'll stand.

I think you're going to want
to sit for this one.

Lewd and lascivious conduct,
pandering,

grand theft auto,
and now murder.

Right, a guy gets murdered
at my shop,

you want to pin it on me?

Ironically, that's the one
we're not going to hang on you.

You murdered Amy and Rick Breck.

Why would I bite the hand
that feeds me?

Amy was a great earner.

Nineteen-- looks 15.

I couldn't keep 'em away...

with that, uh, farm girl act.

I had guys lining up.

Outside your booth?

Or in their houseboat?

All the girls chippee
on the side.

It's part of the business.

Yes, it is,

but you see, Rick and Amy
were making some real money

off a blackmailing scheme
and not cutting you in,

were they?

Mr. Davis,

your DNA places you behind
the wheel of a car

that killed Amy.

Hey, Rick, I'm on my way.

Did you get the stuff
you promised you'd pick up?

After tonight,
I could really use some.

( car stereo playing )

Hey.

Ace, hi.

We got a deal.

Don't start without me, okay?

Why don't you get in the car.

Alone? Are you crazy?

Meet me and Rick
in the houseboat.

And I can assure you...

that DNA doesn't lie.

( jaw clicks )

We got a deal.

( jaw clicks )

What? ( chuckles nervously )

The zoo guy's, uh, car?

The kink lent it to me

so I'd look the other way

while he was off perving
with Amy and her husband.

Then what? He, uh...

he calls it in stolen.

It sounds to me like, uh,
insurance fraud.

( clicks )

Sounds like something else
to me.

Sit down.

( clicking )

SPEEDLE:
The guy has TMJ.

Cracks his jaw.

That's a nervous habit.

( clicking )

How'd you get him
on this, though?

I had him give me
a taped statement

about how he didn't
kill anybody.

And he got nervous.

Very.

( slow rock guitar plays )

What can I do for you, slugger?

* What you gonna do
when you just found forever? *

* Where you gonna get to when
you can't get it together? *

* Forever and a day

* A fly gets caught
upon a spider's web *

* The snake still has
another skin to shed... *

Well, what do you want for this?

( chuckles softly )

I want you to take the day off.

Yeah?

What about tomorrow?

Tomorrow...
is what you make of it.

* Forever and a day

* The truth be told

* You're more than stones
and rings of gold *

* You can't be bought or sold

* What you gonna do
when you just found forever? *

* Where you gonna get to
when you get it together? *

( beads rattling )

* Each and everyday.

Captioning sponsored by CBS
and CSI PRODUCTIONS

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org