CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 10, Episode 5 - Bloodsport - full transcript
Vegas's extremely popular university football coach Jimmy Miller, a childless widower who lived to make a third rate team state champion, wakes up and goes trough breakfast routine until he collapses besides the paper in front of the campus security agent on account of fatal blows to the head. Nick identifies the weapon later as one of only two stolen trophies from many. In Archie's absence, Hodgins finds a communications lead to quarterback Calvin Crook, the team star who wants to cash in by going pro. Greg's team works on two corpses, recently arrived prostitute Paige Hammer drowned in a car sunk in a lake, Alejandro Jiminez also wet but shot and dumped nearby. Working out there was a third man involved and the BMW being from the Mustangs' sponsoring car dealer Buddy 'Pal' Arnold links the cases, yet different culprits are found.
Green 30! Green 30.
Sweep right! Watch the backs!
Set! Hut!
Burns is tackled...
he's goin' for it!
He's hit by the Aztec safety.
Time-out! Time-out!
Give me a time-out!
Kayle!
All right,look,this is it. This is it.
Just stay focused,son.
It's our will versus their will.
Run 2-22 Strike.
Nice snap,dropping back...
He's got a man open downfield!
He got it!
Coach?
Coach,you okay?
You know the Mustangs
were 7 and oh this season?
On their way to winning their
third consecutive Silver State Bowl.
Didn't realize you were a fan,David.
My father took me to my
first game when I was seven.
And it was Coach
Miller's first game,too.
My father loved this man.
Spatter is concentrated on
the pillow,the headboard;
there's cast-off on the
ceiling and the wall.
Looks like he was attacked
while he was sleeping.
A large blood pool under his head.
Looks like he laid
there for hours,bleeding.
And still managed to get out of bed
when his alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.
I turned it off.
There wasn't any blood
on any of the phones.
But he still had the wherewithal to pour
himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal,
but not call 911.
You know how it is with head wounds.
Yeah.
All right. I got a
couple shoe impressions.
Coach Miller was barefoot,so this
has got to belong to the killer.
I spoke to the home security company.
The system was triggered at 6:04 a.m.
So,the security system
was on last night?
Suggests the killer knew the code,
otherwise,how would they get in and
out of here without setting it off?
I was teaching at WLVU when Coach
Miller won his second conference title.
Everybody loved
him,treated him like a god.
Even gods have enemies.
Did you find Nemo?
Not unless Nemo was a Beemo.
Some kids spotted the
car over the weekend.
Couldn't get a crane
here until this morning.
Ran the tags.
Fleet vehicle from Vegas Legacy Motors.
Reported stolen about six months ago.
She's been down there a while.
This window's rolled
down,that one's broken.
She had two escape routes.
It looks like she might've
gotten stuck in her seat belt.
"Paige Hammer,19."
North Dakota license.
Possibly a tourist or a new resident.
Both airbags are deployed.
The airbags only go off if
someone's sitting in the seat.
She wasn't alone.
Guess we're looking for
the one who got away.
So,did you see anyone
else when you pulled up?
No,sir,just Coach.
And I usually keep an
extra eye out for his house.
You know,he spends a lot of time on the
road,so I take in his newspaper and his mail.
Then I guess you're the one
who turned off the alarm?
Was that bad?
Yeah.
So,is it just you who knows the
code or everyone in the department?
Pretty much the whole department.
Everybody loves Coach
M and the Mustangs.
Okay,I'm gonna need a list of everyone.
I got 'em right here.
Put that on for Coach,all right?
Did everybody get one? Did
everybody get an armband?
Yeah,I got one.
Did you get an armband?
Did everybody get one?
She needs one.
I'm sorry for your loss.
It's more than a loss. It's a tragedy.
Coach took a third-rate team with
players no other school wanted,
turned them into champions
with real futures,real degrees.
He was one of a kind.
I'm Catherine Willows
with the Crime Lab.
And you are...
I'm Pal Arnold.
I'm president of the Booster Club.
Did you know Coach Miller well?
Like a blood brother.
Did he have any family? A wife,any kids?
Yeah,about 85 of 'em; the whole roster.
Coach always said,"Your team
is your family." Am I right?
That's right. That's right.
His wife passed on about ten
years ago,and they had no kids.
So he lived alone?
I wouldn't say that.
House was always full.
It's the way he liked it.
Would you happen to know if any of his
extended family had a key to the house?
They kind of all did.
What do you mean by that?
Let me show you,can I...
No,no,just tell me.
Um... you see those three
rocks there in front?
Uh,there's a small
rock,uh,on the left-hand side.
That's the one,right...
Right... your right. That's it.
C.O.D.'s exsanguination due to both
sharp force and blunt force trauma.
Coach was struck at least a dozen times.
Lot of rage here.
Agreed.
The multiple impacts crushed his skull
and drove bone fragments into the brain,
causing catastrophic hemorrhaging.
It's like when you push your
finger into a hard-boiled egg-
the shell cracks, but
the pieces stay in place.
Thanks for ruining
another breakfast for me.
It's what I do.
What about the weapon?
Well,you're looking for a wide,flat
object with narrow sharp edges.
I can't be any more specific than that.
Okay.
Come on. You're not gonna
ask me about the zombie thing?
You're obviously eager to tell me.
Well,damage was predominantly on the
right side of the brain to the neocortex
which controls
thought,language and reason.
It was almost completely destroyed.
But the paleocortex,which lies
beneath it,remained intact.
The paleocortex controls
learned instinct and rituals,
which explains why the victim was able
to brush his teeth and eat his breakfast
without noticing that
he was bleeding to death.
They never seem to get
that right in zombie movies.
Most of the mud and silt is over here.
Tells me the car settled
driver's-side down on the lake bed.
Yeah,which eliminates using the
driver's-side window as an escape route.
Lots of diced glass.
Must be from the broken window.
It is not easy to break one of these.
I wonder how she did it.
Hey,Sara...
Got a.38 Smith & Wesson.
What?
We got to open it up right now and get the
cartridge cases out before the gun totally rusts.
Mandy,we just recovered a.38
revolver that's been in water.
We need a rush on getting it processed.
Okay,got it.
It's a five-shot.
Four live rounds.
One cartridge has been fired.
This is the most excitement
I've had in weeks.
Oh,okay. Well,the prints for this are gonna
be a long shot,but we'll give it a try.
That's a lot of computing
power for a football coach.
It's a complex game.
Two teams,11 players,each play crafted
with multiple levels of redundancy.
And yet,most academics and
intellectuals prefer baseball.
I suppose for the poetry.
I just like to watch
the guys hit each other.
And I like their butts.
Check out this photo.
Okay,in the photograph,there are two
trophies and a football on the top shelf.
The Coach of the Year trophy
and the football are missing.
The remaining trophy has been moved.
What do you think?
Think itight be a burglary gone bad.
The cover-up always leaves
behind more evidence.
See,one of the downsides to working in law
enforcement is that your fingerprints are on file.
So when you break the
law,you're screwed.
Okay,listen,I...
Like I said before,I'm
a huge Mustang fan,
and while I was waiting for your
guys to arrive at the scene,I...
may have touched one
of Coach M's trophies.
Oh,you did more than touch.
I don't know anything about that.
Captain,do you know how much the
university pays campus security?
Well,I know that prison
inmates make 15 cents an hour.
Is it less than that?
Look,here's what I think happened.
I think you broke into
Coach Miller's house¡ª
you already admitted to having the alarm code-
you snatched up some valuable memorabilia.
You went upstairs hunting for some more.
Coach Miller wakes up,you
panic,and you grease him.
No,no. I loved Coach Miller,all right?
Don't go around saying that.
All right,I'll cop to
stealing the football.
Okay,what about the big
trophy,the Coach of the Year?
No,I only stole the football.
I mean,the trophy would've
been tempting,but...
I don't even remember it being there.
C.O.D. should come as
no surprise; she drowned.
One of my greatest fears,by the way.
Can't definitively tell you if she engaged
in sexual activity immediately prior to death,
but I did find this wedged between
her central and lateral incisors.
Oh,pubic hair.
I'll get it to Wendy.
I also found something in
her right main stem bronchi.
Tempered auto glass.
She aspirated it while drowning.
Glass particles wash down the trachea,eventually
wedging in a pathway of the main-stem bronchi.
Confirms that the passenger window
was broken after the car was submerged.
Thanks,Doc.
Hey,Sara.
How's it going?
I'm,uh,kind of underwater on this one.
Yeah,looks like it.
Have fun on campus.
Will do.
Hey,Doc,are these the casts
from Coach Miller's head wounds?
Yeah. You got a weapon to compare?
No... No,just a hunch.
So Coach Miller was killed with
his Coach of the Year trophy.
That can't be a coincidence.
No,I think Coach knew his killer.
And given his penchant for
treating everyone like family,
that narrows our suspect pool down to...
The entire university.
Yeah.
Bloody shoe impression you found in the bedroom
is a size 12 Jupiter Athletic Gear Galaxy One.
Last year's model.
Mine's current.
And I'm sure this is leading somewhere.
Yeah,to the gross overcommercialization
and corruption of college athletics.
See,uh,Jupiter sponsors WLVU football.
Yeah,I contacted the
Mustang's equipment manager.
And he said that Jupiter did donate a pair
of Galaxy Ones to every player on the team.
How many of them wore size 12s?
Five.
Four of which have gone on to graduate,which
is not unusual for Coach Miller's players.
Which leaves us with the star
running back Calvin Crook.
Is Mr. MVP living up to his name?
Where's Archie?
He's at a technical
conference in Sioux City,Iowa.
How can I help you?
I'm interested in any e-mails
between Coach M and Calvin Crook.
Coach had two separate e-mail accounts.
One was an "edu" through the
university,the other was personal.
- I found an e-mail trail between the
two of them back in April. - April?
Yeah,got a little heated.
That's around the time of the NFL draft.
Rumor had it that Calvin was gonna skip out
on his senior year and enter the draft early.
Money,money,money.
But he stayed.
Yeah,and he lost some of his magic.
Wasn't being played as often,and
he was playing for free.
Most of their back and forth
was on the university account,
the majority of which was between
the coach and Calvin's reps.
But...check these out.
"Coach,Agents are blowing up my cell
saying I can "enter the draft now
and sign for three
years,five mil. Calvin."
Now comes the tough love.
"The Mustangs are family,Calvin,"and
that has more value than money.
"Money waits for talent. "
Finish your education,"not just
for the team but for yourself "
so you'll have a career
after football. Coach M."
Five minutes later,the Coach sends Calvin
a link to this Las Vegas Globe article.
22-year-old restaurant
worker found in the lake.
Single gunshot wound.
Andrew Jimenez.
Calvin never mentions the draft again.
Because of this article?
Well,something made him
walk away from five million.
I know you're hurting.
I'm hurting.
But we have to remember
what Coach M taught us.
What he expected from each of us.
We play in that game on
Saturday and we play hard.
And we honor Coach M by drilling
the Cougars into the ground.
What did he always tell us?
"God didn't put us on
this Earth to be losers."
- So what are we going to do?!
- Win!
That's right!
Calvin...
I'm Nick Stokes. This is Ray
Langston,we're with the Crime Lab.
We need to ask you a few questions,okay?
Sure,sure. Yeah,ask away.
Last season you received some Jupiter Athletic
Gear,specifically a pair of Galaxy Ones.
Yeah.
We need to examine them.
Well,I don't know what that
has to do with anything.
And I'd love to help you guys
out,but I tossed those months back.
The more expensive the kicks,the
quicker they wear out I guess,huh?
Hey,what can you tell
us about Andrew Jimenez?
I'm sorry,who?
Andrew Jimenez.
He was a waiter at Lakeside Pizza.
Coach Miller sent you an article
on him back in April,didn't he?
That's it. I forgot his name.
Uh,shot coming home from work.
So you two weren't friends?
No,no,no. I never met him.
See,Coach used to do stuff
like that all the time.
You know,he'd send me stories
to keep my head straight.
I was thinking about
entering the draft,but...
that guy's death just reminded
me how short life can be.
So it was a life lesson?
"Our decisions define who we are."
If I were to die tomorrow,would
I want to be the guy
who turned his back on his
team for some quick cash
or the guy who stayed loyal and
led the Mustangs to another victory?
The decision was easy after that.
You know what? Save it.
Where were you yesterday
between 1:00 and 6:00 a.m.?
I was asleep. In my bed.
- Hey,guys,if you don't mind,I got to get back to practice.
- Sure.
Thanks.
Firing two!
Hey,that,uh,.38 revolver Sara
and I found got a hit on IBIS.
It was used in a six-month-old
unsolved homicide.
And get this- the victim
died of a single gunshot wound.
The gun had one expended round.
Yeah,and there's more.
Bobby Dawson found fragments of tempered auto
glass on the tip of the bullet that killed the vic.
He couldn't explain it.
I think that the bullet shattered the
passenger window and then went into his chest.
He could be our missing driver.
Well,and Doc Robbins found glass fragments in
Paige Hammer's bronchi,along with a lot of water.
I think that the gun
was fired underwater.
What's your theory?
She's trapped by her seat belt and he realizes
that the only way to save her is to save himself.
So,he escapes out the window...
the car's already listing...
and she thinks that he's abandoned her.
There's a gun in the car,not sure whose.
The only way out is through
the passenger window,
so she shoots it out not
realizing he's on the other side.
And he becomes a dead hero.
Well,it says here that your vic was found without
the shoes,jacket or bicycle he left work with.
Do you even have any evidence
that he was inside the car?
No,but that doesn't necessarily
mean he wasn't the driver.
All right,just to be safe,let's go back to the
lake and canvass the area where we found the car.
Okay,but in the meantime,assuming
your theory is correct,
is it even possible for a bullet fired underwater
through glass to actually kill somebody?
Andrew Jimenez.
That's just really weird.
His name popped up in
Coach Miller's homicide.
Prove your theory.
We gotta find out what
the hell's going on here.
He's Andrew.
And this is the car window.
We fire the gun through the glass and see
if it was possible to shoot him underwater.
Firing one!
Wound has a depth of two inches.
According to the file,Andrew Jimenez had a shallow
penetrating wound of approximately two inches.
Paige Hammer shot Andrew
Jimenez,most likely by accident.
So we know that Coach Miller was
murdered the day after the BMW surfaced.
But was he murdered
because the BMW surfaced?
Was there any direct connection
between Coach Miller and Andrew Jimenez?
We haven't been able to find one.
Andrew had no ties to WLVU.
High school dropout,didn't
go to college.
Never played sports.
Could they be indirectly connected
through your female victim?
Ah,Paige Hammer.
Was new to Vegas,no known address.
She was arrested for
solicitation six months ago.
A hooker doesn't really jibe with
Coach Miller's good-guy reputation.
According to Andrew's co-workers,it
didn't fit his rep either.
What about the gun that
you found in the car?
Unregistered. Untraceable.
No prints so far.
Mandy's processing the ammo.
Okay,this is a bit of a stretch,but
your car was a BMW,right?
Indeed.
Coach Miller drove a
Beemer as well- M5.
Oh,ours was a sedan fleet
vehicle from Vegas Legacy Motors.
Coach Miller's was also from Legacy.
Car dealerships are typically big
supporters of college football.
Look at this guy.
I pulled up this site earlier.
I know him.
He was at the crime scene.
President of the team's Booster Club.
"Pal Arnold. You can
always trust your Pal."
All right,I'll call Brass,check him out.
Welcome,gentlemen.
You're just in time for
burgers. Grab a brew.
I won't tell.
We're still working.
Mr. Arnold,we found
something that-
Everybody calls me Pal,even
my ex-wife. Both of them.
Mr. Arnold,we found
something that belongs to you,
just down the street,past the golf
course,at the bottom of Lake Henderson.
A silver BMW?
You're kidding me.
You found my Beemer?
Good work,boys.
When you reported it stolen,did you
know there was a dead girl inside?
Well,it came fully loaded,but a
dead girl wasn't part of the package.
Do you recognize her?
Kind of. I don't know her name.
Last spring,just before the draft,I
held a little soirée for the team.
Red-blooded boys never
come empty-handed.
This girl was a professional.
None of my business.
I don't tell them how to run
the ball or who to sleep with.
Who did she come with?
She moved around the
room,if you know what I mean.
My gut is always right.
I figured she jacked my car.
How'd your gut figure that?
Never saw her before,haven't
seen her since.
I don't like to get my boys in trouble.
Oh,somebody's already in trouble.
It was your car,your party.
I don't like your attitude.
Yeah,I get that a lot.
Calvin,come here.
Show him the picture.
Calvin... tell them
how you know the girl.
Your burgers are burning.
I don't think I should be talking
to you without an attorney.
Okay,you we can call him
from the police station.
You see that?
Our guy worked at Lakeside Pizza.
Possibly pizza sauce?
Negative for blood.
If Andrew Jimenez was in the car underwater,wouldn't
most of the pizza sauce have washed off?
You'd think so.
His shoes never did get in the water.
Because he took them off before
he got in- he wasn't the driver.
Help! Somebody help me!
Whoever was driving gets out,Andrew dives in
to save Paige,gets shot, floats to the surface,
which most likely freaks the driver out.
He ditches Andrew's clothes
in the bushes and takes off.
Right place,wrong time for Andrew.
"No good deed..."
He's not giving you his DNA.
Then we'll compel it.
Look,Calvin,I'm gonna
be straight with you.
You're in a tight spot here,man.
We already found one of your hairs on the
dead girl,so we know you were with her.
If that's true,why do you need his DNA?
We know you were at Pal Arnold's
house on April 15 with her.
Here,let me show you a picture of her.
This is what she looks like now.
No,go on,Calvin,take a look.
Come on.
We know you left the party in Pal's
BMW,drove to the lake,and then what?
What happened?
How did the car get underwater?
You obviously saved yourself.
Were you too much of a
coward to save her,too?
I mean,that's gotta be eating you...
No,that never happened.
Andrew Jimenez wasn't a coward,was he?
He was a Good Samaritan,trying to help.
I know you already told me about
him,but you weren't telling me the truth.
Which brings us to Coach Miller.
Who found out about you and Paige and
was gonna blow your chances to go pro.
So you killed him.
I got to tell the truth here.
You need to keep your mouth shut.
Come on,Calvin.
Get this off your chest.
This is not who I am and
that's not what happened.
I loved Coach M.
I'd give my life for his right now.
I admit I was at the party.
I admit I was with that girl.
It was a lapse of judgment.
I did get in the car with her.
But we never even left Pal's driveway.
Coach M showed up.
He didn't yell,he didn't scream.
It'd probably been easier if he had.
I'm not angry at you.
But I am disappointed.
If you want to screw around with
your life,that's your decision.
But you cannot do that
and play football for me.
That goes for the rest of you,too!
Now pull up your pants,put down the
beers and get your asses back to campus!
Pal... you never were
what these boys are.
And you never will be.
Stop trying.
I can tell you that...
it was a lot harder than being
caught by my old man,you know?
I looked up to Coach.
Then what happened?
When Coach M tells you
to do something,you do it.
I went back to campus.
The next few days were brutal.
You know,I had agents trying to sign
me,fly me everywhere for meetings.
Coach M was giving me
the silent treatment.
And then I got the e-mail.
So,this did have
something to do with Paige?
I didn't know anything
had happened to her.
I mean,didn't even
connect the e-mail to her.
I thought this was about me and being
at Pal's lake house and goofing off.
So I decided to play for
the Mustangs one last season.
I swear to you,Mr. Stokes,if I'd
have been in that sinking car,
I'd have done everything I
could to save that girl's life.
Hey,Ray.
You got a second?
Yeah.
Did you ever play football?
Yes,um,re football.
You know,tok-tok,tok-tok-tok,with
your feet.
Soccer.
Well,I never called it that.
I was born in Seoul,South Korea,and
my dad was career military man.
I grew up on bases all over the world,and
we just always called it football.
What about you?
I'm... I'm from Austin.
I grew up playing football.
You know,I feel like I understand football
players,but I don't know about this Calvin Crook kid.
At first I thought he was lying to
us,but he really came clean with me,man.
And now I'm not so sure.
Well,what is the evidence telling you?
There's no physical evidence connecting him
to Coach Miller's murder or to the drowning.
So where does that leave us?
If Calvin's telling the
truth,which I think he is,
then Paige Hammer was still alive after Calvin
and the rest of the team left Pal's party.
Pal didn't leave the party.
It was Pal's house,his car.
He had to be one of the
last people to see her alive.
Maybe the last.
And if he was the driver,Coach Miller knew
about it,that would be motive enough for murder.
Can we put him in the car with Paige?
I'll check with Mandy,but the
gun's the only evidence outstanding.
Wait a minute.
If we want to catch Coach Miller's killer,we
gotta find the murder weapon,right,boss?
I need... a couple of volunteers.
Okay,I'm in.
He would love to.
Thanks.
Can I at least hear what I'm volunteering
for,considering I've just been drafted?
Campus police always
circled Coach Miller's house.
They would have noticed a parked car.
I'm thinking the killer
approached on foot.
And since the killer was most likely
associated with the university,
that means that he would have
walked back to his place on campus...
Ditching the murder weapon and
blood evidence along the way.
It's all very Mission: Impossible.
What are you talking about? It's a
great theory. It's a great theory.
Thank you. Can we go?
I'm eating.
There's plenty of
food where we're going.
You know what this is?
Looks like a fingerprint.
Yeah. Yours.
Found on your.38 caliber Smith & Wesson in your
car with a dead hooker at the bottom of a lake.
Sounds like you're
accusing me of something.
I'm not accusing you of anything.
I'm charging your with vehicular
manslaughter and negligent homicide.
Well,why don't you charge me with the
JFK assassination while you're at it?
No,I'm gonna let you slide on that one.
But I could add in a first
degree murder of Coach Miller.
Now that's not funny.
I lose my sense of humor
when it comes to murder.
Tell me about Paige Hammer.
It was an accident.
She was hot.
The boys had already
had some on my dime.
My turn.
You didn't have to drive me home.
Thought you might be interested
in a little...overtime.
Strictly cash and carry.
Next thing I know,airbag
was exploding in my face.
I can't get out!
I said three hallelujahs
when that window rolled down.
You can't leave me!
Let go of me!
Please!
Help!
"You can always trust your Pal."
I'm not a brave man.
When I was safe,I wouldn't have
gone back for my own mother.
But that doesn't make me a bad
guy. It just makes me human.
And when that kid showed
up,I thought he'd save my ass.
Hey,you okay?
There's somebody...
There's a girl in there.
You gotta help her.
Then his body floated up...
and I got the hell out of there.
Tossed his clothes along the way.
So this kid dies saving
your girlfriend...
and you didn't even call 911?
I was... I was scared.
I wasn't thinking.
You were thinking clear enough to hide his
clothes in the bushes,cover up the evidence.
It's better to be a live
coward than a dead hero.
Tell me something.
How did Coach Miller
fit into this whole deal?
Just my luck he'd come back.
I guess he hadn't
finished chewing me out.
I was soaking wet. I had to
tell him what had happened.
He wanted to call the cops.
I convinced him of the consequences for
the team: the parties,the booze,the girls.
And now two bodies deep-sixed.
You weren't going down alone.
You know,it's the only time
he ever compromised his values.
And even then,he did it for the team.
So when that car bubbled up,
so did Coach Miller's conscience and he finally
figured out that he better do the right thing,
but you couldn't let that
happen,so you killed him.
Excuse me.
My name is Ray Langston. I'm
with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
We're gonna need you
to dump your garbage.
Really?
Touchdown!
Nicely done.
You know,I'm not a CSI by choice.
Hey,Hodges?
Yep?
It's probably for the best.
I'm advising my client
not to say anything.
Then he can just listen.
We found your fingerprint in
blood on the murder weapon.
We also found your Jupiter Galaxy Ones.
You told us you had
tossed them months ago.
In fact,it was just the other night.
They matched the bloody shoe impression
we found next to Coach Miller's bed.
You killed Coach Miller,Calvin.
We're not clear on
why,but it doesn't matter.
- No,it matters to me.
- Calvin...
Look,you heard the man; I'm screwed.
Mr. Langston... all I've ever known,all
I've ever been good at is playing football.
I love the game,and it loved me back.
And what about Coach Miller?
Coach M's head was buried
in the past. He was naive.
Nobody's cutting you a fat check
for team loyalty. Not anymore.
"Calvin,you want to be the guy who turned
his back "on his team for some quick cash,
"or the man who stayed loyal and helped
lead the Mustangs to one last victory?"
Hell,yeah,I wanted to get paid to play.
Are you kidding me?
I busted my ass.
I was entitled.
Then what made you stay?
That night at Pal's.
The dead girl.
I didn't even know she was
dead. She was just a hooker.
I'd forgotten her name by the
time she stepped out of the car.
I was drunk,stoned,whoring.
Coach M had everything
he needed to bury me.
So I gave him what he
wanted: one last season.
He was blackmailing you?
Yeah,in so many words.
Then why did you kill him?
Because he didn't live up
to his end of the bargain.
He stopped playing me when it
mattered; when I had a chance to shine.
He's goin' for it!
Time-out! Give
me a time-out,ref.
Coach,let me run 2-22 Strike.
Sit down.
But the scouts are here. I need this.
Back off.
Kayle!
- Run 2-22 Strike.
- Yes,Coach.
All right,get it.
He got it!
He was punishing me
for letting him down.
Scouts had stopped calling.
I could feel my future slipping away.
"God didn't put us on
this Earth to be losers."
Well,he didn't put us here to be
suckers,either,so I did what I had to do.
Did you never stop to think that
maybe it wasn't about you,Calvin?
Paige Hammer and Andrew Jimenez died.
Pal was responsible.
Coach knew about that.
That had nothing to do with me.
Didn't it?
Carrying a secret around like that couldn't
have been easy for a man like Coach Miller.
And I think that every time he looked at
you,he was reminded of his own hypocrisy.
I was looking out for myself,doing what was
best for me,and I'm not gonna apologize for that.
But if Coach M were here,he'd say,"Calvin,you
need to take responsibility for your actions."
So that's what I'm doing.
I owe him that much.
Then you did learn something.
Sweep right! Watch the backs!
Set! Hut!
Burns is tackled...
he's goin' for it!
He's hit by the Aztec safety.
Time-out! Time-out!
Give me a time-out!
Kayle!
All right,look,this is it. This is it.
Just stay focused,son.
It's our will versus their will.
Run 2-22 Strike.
Nice snap,dropping back...
He's got a man open downfield!
He got it!
Coach?
Coach,you okay?
You know the Mustangs
were 7 and oh this season?
On their way to winning their
third consecutive Silver State Bowl.
Didn't realize you were a fan,David.
My father took me to my
first game when I was seven.
And it was Coach
Miller's first game,too.
My father loved this man.
Spatter is concentrated on
the pillow,the headboard;
there's cast-off on the
ceiling and the wall.
Looks like he was attacked
while he was sleeping.
A large blood pool under his head.
Looks like he laid
there for hours,bleeding.
And still managed to get out of bed
when his alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.
I turned it off.
There wasn't any blood
on any of the phones.
But he still had the wherewithal to pour
himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal,
but not call 911.
You know how it is with head wounds.
Yeah.
All right. I got a
couple shoe impressions.
Coach Miller was barefoot,so this
has got to belong to the killer.
I spoke to the home security company.
The system was triggered at 6:04 a.m.
So,the security system
was on last night?
Suggests the killer knew the code,
otherwise,how would they get in and
out of here without setting it off?
I was teaching at WLVU when Coach
Miller won his second conference title.
Everybody loved
him,treated him like a god.
Even gods have enemies.
Did you find Nemo?
Not unless Nemo was a Beemo.
Some kids spotted the
car over the weekend.
Couldn't get a crane
here until this morning.
Ran the tags.
Fleet vehicle from Vegas Legacy Motors.
Reported stolen about six months ago.
She's been down there a while.
This window's rolled
down,that one's broken.
She had two escape routes.
It looks like she might've
gotten stuck in her seat belt.
"Paige Hammer,19."
North Dakota license.
Possibly a tourist or a new resident.
Both airbags are deployed.
The airbags only go off if
someone's sitting in the seat.
She wasn't alone.
Guess we're looking for
the one who got away.
So,did you see anyone
else when you pulled up?
No,sir,just Coach.
And I usually keep an
extra eye out for his house.
You know,he spends a lot of time on the
road,so I take in his newspaper and his mail.
Then I guess you're the one
who turned off the alarm?
Was that bad?
Yeah.
So,is it just you who knows the
code or everyone in the department?
Pretty much the whole department.
Everybody loves Coach
M and the Mustangs.
Okay,I'm gonna need a list of everyone.
I got 'em right here.
Put that on for Coach,all right?
Did everybody get one? Did
everybody get an armband?
Yeah,I got one.
Did you get an armband?
Did everybody get one?
She needs one.
I'm sorry for your loss.
It's more than a loss. It's a tragedy.
Coach took a third-rate team with
players no other school wanted,
turned them into champions
with real futures,real degrees.
He was one of a kind.
I'm Catherine Willows
with the Crime Lab.
And you are...
I'm Pal Arnold.
I'm president of the Booster Club.
Did you know Coach Miller well?
Like a blood brother.
Did he have any family? A wife,any kids?
Yeah,about 85 of 'em; the whole roster.
Coach always said,"Your team
is your family." Am I right?
That's right. That's right.
His wife passed on about ten
years ago,and they had no kids.
So he lived alone?
I wouldn't say that.
House was always full.
It's the way he liked it.
Would you happen to know if any of his
extended family had a key to the house?
They kind of all did.
What do you mean by that?
Let me show you,can I...
No,no,just tell me.
Um... you see those three
rocks there in front?
Uh,there's a small
rock,uh,on the left-hand side.
That's the one,right...
Right... your right. That's it.
C.O.D.'s exsanguination due to both
sharp force and blunt force trauma.
Coach was struck at least a dozen times.
Lot of rage here.
Agreed.
The multiple impacts crushed his skull
and drove bone fragments into the brain,
causing catastrophic hemorrhaging.
It's like when you push your
finger into a hard-boiled egg-
the shell cracks, but
the pieces stay in place.
Thanks for ruining
another breakfast for me.
It's what I do.
What about the weapon?
Well,you're looking for a wide,flat
object with narrow sharp edges.
I can't be any more specific than that.
Okay.
Come on. You're not gonna
ask me about the zombie thing?
You're obviously eager to tell me.
Well,damage was predominantly on the
right side of the brain to the neocortex
which controls
thought,language and reason.
It was almost completely destroyed.
But the paleocortex,which lies
beneath it,remained intact.
The paleocortex controls
learned instinct and rituals,
which explains why the victim was able
to brush his teeth and eat his breakfast
without noticing that
he was bleeding to death.
They never seem to get
that right in zombie movies.
Most of the mud and silt is over here.
Tells me the car settled
driver's-side down on the lake bed.
Yeah,which eliminates using the
driver's-side window as an escape route.
Lots of diced glass.
Must be from the broken window.
It is not easy to break one of these.
I wonder how she did it.
Hey,Sara...
Got a.38 Smith & Wesson.
What?
We got to open it up right now and get the
cartridge cases out before the gun totally rusts.
Mandy,we just recovered a.38
revolver that's been in water.
We need a rush on getting it processed.
Okay,got it.
It's a five-shot.
Four live rounds.
One cartridge has been fired.
This is the most excitement
I've had in weeks.
Oh,okay. Well,the prints for this are gonna
be a long shot,but we'll give it a try.
That's a lot of computing
power for a football coach.
It's a complex game.
Two teams,11 players,each play crafted
with multiple levels of redundancy.
And yet,most academics and
intellectuals prefer baseball.
I suppose for the poetry.
I just like to watch
the guys hit each other.
And I like their butts.
Check out this photo.
Okay,in the photograph,there are two
trophies and a football on the top shelf.
The Coach of the Year trophy
and the football are missing.
The remaining trophy has been moved.
What do you think?
Think itight be a burglary gone bad.
The cover-up always leaves
behind more evidence.
See,one of the downsides to working in law
enforcement is that your fingerprints are on file.
So when you break the
law,you're screwed.
Okay,listen,I...
Like I said before,I'm
a huge Mustang fan,
and while I was waiting for your
guys to arrive at the scene,I...
may have touched one
of Coach M's trophies.
Oh,you did more than touch.
I don't know anything about that.
Captain,do you know how much the
university pays campus security?
Well,I know that prison
inmates make 15 cents an hour.
Is it less than that?
Look,here's what I think happened.
I think you broke into
Coach Miller's house¡ª
you already admitted to having the alarm code-
you snatched up some valuable memorabilia.
You went upstairs hunting for some more.
Coach Miller wakes up,you
panic,and you grease him.
No,no. I loved Coach Miller,all right?
Don't go around saying that.
All right,I'll cop to
stealing the football.
Okay,what about the big
trophy,the Coach of the Year?
No,I only stole the football.
I mean,the trophy would've
been tempting,but...
I don't even remember it being there.
C.O.D. should come as
no surprise; she drowned.
One of my greatest fears,by the way.
Can't definitively tell you if she engaged
in sexual activity immediately prior to death,
but I did find this wedged between
her central and lateral incisors.
Oh,pubic hair.
I'll get it to Wendy.
I also found something in
her right main stem bronchi.
Tempered auto glass.
She aspirated it while drowning.
Glass particles wash down the trachea,eventually
wedging in a pathway of the main-stem bronchi.
Confirms that the passenger window
was broken after the car was submerged.
Thanks,Doc.
Hey,Sara.
How's it going?
I'm,uh,kind of underwater on this one.
Yeah,looks like it.
Have fun on campus.
Will do.
Hey,Doc,are these the casts
from Coach Miller's head wounds?
Yeah. You got a weapon to compare?
No... No,just a hunch.
So Coach Miller was killed with
his Coach of the Year trophy.
That can't be a coincidence.
No,I think Coach knew his killer.
And given his penchant for
treating everyone like family,
that narrows our suspect pool down to...
The entire university.
Yeah.
Bloody shoe impression you found in the bedroom
is a size 12 Jupiter Athletic Gear Galaxy One.
Last year's model.
Mine's current.
And I'm sure this is leading somewhere.
Yeah,to the gross overcommercialization
and corruption of college athletics.
See,uh,Jupiter sponsors WLVU football.
Yeah,I contacted the
Mustang's equipment manager.
And he said that Jupiter did donate a pair
of Galaxy Ones to every player on the team.
How many of them wore size 12s?
Five.
Four of which have gone on to graduate,which
is not unusual for Coach Miller's players.
Which leaves us with the star
running back Calvin Crook.
Is Mr. MVP living up to his name?
Where's Archie?
He's at a technical
conference in Sioux City,Iowa.
How can I help you?
I'm interested in any e-mails
between Coach M and Calvin Crook.
Coach had two separate e-mail accounts.
One was an "edu" through the
university,the other was personal.
- I found an e-mail trail between the
two of them back in April. - April?
Yeah,got a little heated.
That's around the time of the NFL draft.
Rumor had it that Calvin was gonna skip out
on his senior year and enter the draft early.
Money,money,money.
But he stayed.
Yeah,and he lost some of his magic.
Wasn't being played as often,and
he was playing for free.
Most of their back and forth
was on the university account,
the majority of which was between
the coach and Calvin's reps.
But...check these out.
"Coach,Agents are blowing up my cell
saying I can "enter the draft now
and sign for three
years,five mil. Calvin."
Now comes the tough love.
"The Mustangs are family,Calvin,"and
that has more value than money.
"Money waits for talent. "
Finish your education,"not just
for the team but for yourself "
so you'll have a career
after football. Coach M."
Five minutes later,the Coach sends Calvin
a link to this Las Vegas Globe article.
22-year-old restaurant
worker found in the lake.
Single gunshot wound.
Andrew Jimenez.
Calvin never mentions the draft again.
Because of this article?
Well,something made him
walk away from five million.
I know you're hurting.
I'm hurting.
But we have to remember
what Coach M taught us.
What he expected from each of us.
We play in that game on
Saturday and we play hard.
And we honor Coach M by drilling
the Cougars into the ground.
What did he always tell us?
"God didn't put us on
this Earth to be losers."
- So what are we going to do?!
- Win!
That's right!
Calvin...
I'm Nick Stokes. This is Ray
Langston,we're with the Crime Lab.
We need to ask you a few questions,okay?
Sure,sure. Yeah,ask away.
Last season you received some Jupiter Athletic
Gear,specifically a pair of Galaxy Ones.
Yeah.
We need to examine them.
Well,I don't know what that
has to do with anything.
And I'd love to help you guys
out,but I tossed those months back.
The more expensive the kicks,the
quicker they wear out I guess,huh?
Hey,what can you tell
us about Andrew Jimenez?
I'm sorry,who?
Andrew Jimenez.
He was a waiter at Lakeside Pizza.
Coach Miller sent you an article
on him back in April,didn't he?
That's it. I forgot his name.
Uh,shot coming home from work.
So you two weren't friends?
No,no,no. I never met him.
See,Coach used to do stuff
like that all the time.
You know,he'd send me stories
to keep my head straight.
I was thinking about
entering the draft,but...
that guy's death just reminded
me how short life can be.
So it was a life lesson?
"Our decisions define who we are."
If I were to die tomorrow,would
I want to be the guy
who turned his back on his
team for some quick cash
or the guy who stayed loyal and
led the Mustangs to another victory?
The decision was easy after that.
You know what? Save it.
Where were you yesterday
between 1:00 and 6:00 a.m.?
I was asleep. In my bed.
- Hey,guys,if you don't mind,I got to get back to practice.
- Sure.
Thanks.
Firing two!
Hey,that,uh,.38 revolver Sara
and I found got a hit on IBIS.
It was used in a six-month-old
unsolved homicide.
And get this- the victim
died of a single gunshot wound.
The gun had one expended round.
Yeah,and there's more.
Bobby Dawson found fragments of tempered auto
glass on the tip of the bullet that killed the vic.
He couldn't explain it.
I think that the bullet shattered the
passenger window and then went into his chest.
He could be our missing driver.
Well,and Doc Robbins found glass fragments in
Paige Hammer's bronchi,along with a lot of water.
I think that the gun
was fired underwater.
What's your theory?
She's trapped by her seat belt and he realizes
that the only way to save her is to save himself.
So,he escapes out the window...
the car's already listing...
and she thinks that he's abandoned her.
There's a gun in the car,not sure whose.
The only way out is through
the passenger window,
so she shoots it out not
realizing he's on the other side.
And he becomes a dead hero.
Well,it says here that your vic was found without
the shoes,jacket or bicycle he left work with.
Do you even have any evidence
that he was inside the car?
No,but that doesn't necessarily
mean he wasn't the driver.
All right,just to be safe,let's go back to the
lake and canvass the area where we found the car.
Okay,but in the meantime,assuming
your theory is correct,
is it even possible for a bullet fired underwater
through glass to actually kill somebody?
Andrew Jimenez.
That's just really weird.
His name popped up in
Coach Miller's homicide.
Prove your theory.
We gotta find out what
the hell's going on here.
He's Andrew.
And this is the car window.
We fire the gun through the glass and see
if it was possible to shoot him underwater.
Firing one!
Wound has a depth of two inches.
According to the file,Andrew Jimenez had a shallow
penetrating wound of approximately two inches.
Paige Hammer shot Andrew
Jimenez,most likely by accident.
So we know that Coach Miller was
murdered the day after the BMW surfaced.
But was he murdered
because the BMW surfaced?
Was there any direct connection
between Coach Miller and Andrew Jimenez?
We haven't been able to find one.
Andrew had no ties to WLVU.
High school dropout,didn't
go to college.
Never played sports.
Could they be indirectly connected
through your female victim?
Ah,Paige Hammer.
Was new to Vegas,no known address.
She was arrested for
solicitation six months ago.
A hooker doesn't really jibe with
Coach Miller's good-guy reputation.
According to Andrew's co-workers,it
didn't fit his rep either.
What about the gun that
you found in the car?
Unregistered. Untraceable.
No prints so far.
Mandy's processing the ammo.
Okay,this is a bit of a stretch,but
your car was a BMW,right?
Indeed.
Coach Miller drove a
Beemer as well- M5.
Oh,ours was a sedan fleet
vehicle from Vegas Legacy Motors.
Coach Miller's was also from Legacy.
Car dealerships are typically big
supporters of college football.
Look at this guy.
I pulled up this site earlier.
I know him.
He was at the crime scene.
President of the team's Booster Club.
"Pal Arnold. You can
always trust your Pal."
All right,I'll call Brass,check him out.
Welcome,gentlemen.
You're just in time for
burgers. Grab a brew.
I won't tell.
We're still working.
Mr. Arnold,we found
something that-
Everybody calls me Pal,even
my ex-wife. Both of them.
Mr. Arnold,we found
something that belongs to you,
just down the street,past the golf
course,at the bottom of Lake Henderson.
A silver BMW?
You're kidding me.
You found my Beemer?
Good work,boys.
When you reported it stolen,did you
know there was a dead girl inside?
Well,it came fully loaded,but a
dead girl wasn't part of the package.
Do you recognize her?
Kind of. I don't know her name.
Last spring,just before the draft,I
held a little soirée for the team.
Red-blooded boys never
come empty-handed.
This girl was a professional.
None of my business.
I don't tell them how to run
the ball or who to sleep with.
Who did she come with?
She moved around the
room,if you know what I mean.
My gut is always right.
I figured she jacked my car.
How'd your gut figure that?
Never saw her before,haven't
seen her since.
I don't like to get my boys in trouble.
Oh,somebody's already in trouble.
It was your car,your party.
I don't like your attitude.
Yeah,I get that a lot.
Calvin,come here.
Show him the picture.
Calvin... tell them
how you know the girl.
Your burgers are burning.
I don't think I should be talking
to you without an attorney.
Okay,you we can call him
from the police station.
You see that?
Our guy worked at Lakeside Pizza.
Possibly pizza sauce?
Negative for blood.
If Andrew Jimenez was in the car underwater,wouldn't
most of the pizza sauce have washed off?
You'd think so.
His shoes never did get in the water.
Because he took them off before
he got in- he wasn't the driver.
Help! Somebody help me!
Whoever was driving gets out,Andrew dives in
to save Paige,gets shot, floats to the surface,
which most likely freaks the driver out.
He ditches Andrew's clothes
in the bushes and takes off.
Right place,wrong time for Andrew.
"No good deed..."
He's not giving you his DNA.
Then we'll compel it.
Look,Calvin,I'm gonna
be straight with you.
You're in a tight spot here,man.
We already found one of your hairs on the
dead girl,so we know you were with her.
If that's true,why do you need his DNA?
We know you were at Pal Arnold's
house on April 15 with her.
Here,let me show you a picture of her.
This is what she looks like now.
No,go on,Calvin,take a look.
Come on.
We know you left the party in Pal's
BMW,drove to the lake,and then what?
What happened?
How did the car get underwater?
You obviously saved yourself.
Were you too much of a
coward to save her,too?
I mean,that's gotta be eating you...
No,that never happened.
Andrew Jimenez wasn't a coward,was he?
He was a Good Samaritan,trying to help.
I know you already told me about
him,but you weren't telling me the truth.
Which brings us to Coach Miller.
Who found out about you and Paige and
was gonna blow your chances to go pro.
So you killed him.
I got to tell the truth here.
You need to keep your mouth shut.
Come on,Calvin.
Get this off your chest.
This is not who I am and
that's not what happened.
I loved Coach M.
I'd give my life for his right now.
I admit I was at the party.
I admit I was with that girl.
It was a lapse of judgment.
I did get in the car with her.
But we never even left Pal's driveway.
Coach M showed up.
He didn't yell,he didn't scream.
It'd probably been easier if he had.
I'm not angry at you.
But I am disappointed.
If you want to screw around with
your life,that's your decision.
But you cannot do that
and play football for me.
That goes for the rest of you,too!
Now pull up your pants,put down the
beers and get your asses back to campus!
Pal... you never were
what these boys are.
And you never will be.
Stop trying.
I can tell you that...
it was a lot harder than being
caught by my old man,you know?
I looked up to Coach.
Then what happened?
When Coach M tells you
to do something,you do it.
I went back to campus.
The next few days were brutal.
You know,I had agents trying to sign
me,fly me everywhere for meetings.
Coach M was giving me
the silent treatment.
And then I got the e-mail.
So,this did have
something to do with Paige?
I didn't know anything
had happened to her.
I mean,didn't even
connect the e-mail to her.
I thought this was about me and being
at Pal's lake house and goofing off.
So I decided to play for
the Mustangs one last season.
I swear to you,Mr. Stokes,if I'd
have been in that sinking car,
I'd have done everything I
could to save that girl's life.
Hey,Ray.
You got a second?
Yeah.
Did you ever play football?
Yes,um,re football.
You know,tok-tok,tok-tok-tok,with
your feet.
Soccer.
Well,I never called it that.
I was born in Seoul,South Korea,and
my dad was career military man.
I grew up on bases all over the world,and
we just always called it football.
What about you?
I'm... I'm from Austin.
I grew up playing football.
You know,I feel like I understand football
players,but I don't know about this Calvin Crook kid.
At first I thought he was lying to
us,but he really came clean with me,man.
And now I'm not so sure.
Well,what is the evidence telling you?
There's no physical evidence connecting him
to Coach Miller's murder or to the drowning.
So where does that leave us?
If Calvin's telling the
truth,which I think he is,
then Paige Hammer was still alive after Calvin
and the rest of the team left Pal's party.
Pal didn't leave the party.
It was Pal's house,his car.
He had to be one of the
last people to see her alive.
Maybe the last.
And if he was the driver,Coach Miller knew
about it,that would be motive enough for murder.
Can we put him in the car with Paige?
I'll check with Mandy,but the
gun's the only evidence outstanding.
Wait a minute.
If we want to catch Coach Miller's killer,we
gotta find the murder weapon,right,boss?
I need... a couple of volunteers.
Okay,I'm in.
He would love to.
Thanks.
Can I at least hear what I'm volunteering
for,considering I've just been drafted?
Campus police always
circled Coach Miller's house.
They would have noticed a parked car.
I'm thinking the killer
approached on foot.
And since the killer was most likely
associated with the university,
that means that he would have
walked back to his place on campus...
Ditching the murder weapon and
blood evidence along the way.
It's all very Mission: Impossible.
What are you talking about? It's a
great theory. It's a great theory.
Thank you. Can we go?
I'm eating.
There's plenty of
food where we're going.
You know what this is?
Looks like a fingerprint.
Yeah. Yours.
Found on your.38 caliber Smith & Wesson in your
car with a dead hooker at the bottom of a lake.
Sounds like you're
accusing me of something.
I'm not accusing you of anything.
I'm charging your with vehicular
manslaughter and negligent homicide.
Well,why don't you charge me with the
JFK assassination while you're at it?
No,I'm gonna let you slide on that one.
But I could add in a first
degree murder of Coach Miller.
Now that's not funny.
I lose my sense of humor
when it comes to murder.
Tell me about Paige Hammer.
It was an accident.
She was hot.
The boys had already
had some on my dime.
My turn.
You didn't have to drive me home.
Thought you might be interested
in a little...overtime.
Strictly cash and carry.
Next thing I know,airbag
was exploding in my face.
I can't get out!
I said three hallelujahs
when that window rolled down.
You can't leave me!
Let go of me!
Please!
Help!
"You can always trust your Pal."
I'm not a brave man.
When I was safe,I wouldn't have
gone back for my own mother.
But that doesn't make me a bad
guy. It just makes me human.
And when that kid showed
up,I thought he'd save my ass.
Hey,you okay?
There's somebody...
There's a girl in there.
You gotta help her.
Then his body floated up...
and I got the hell out of there.
Tossed his clothes along the way.
So this kid dies saving
your girlfriend...
and you didn't even call 911?
I was... I was scared.
I wasn't thinking.
You were thinking clear enough to hide his
clothes in the bushes,cover up the evidence.
It's better to be a live
coward than a dead hero.
Tell me something.
How did Coach Miller
fit into this whole deal?
Just my luck he'd come back.
I guess he hadn't
finished chewing me out.
I was soaking wet. I had to
tell him what had happened.
He wanted to call the cops.
I convinced him of the consequences for
the team: the parties,the booze,the girls.
And now two bodies deep-sixed.
You weren't going down alone.
You know,it's the only time
he ever compromised his values.
And even then,he did it for the team.
So when that car bubbled up,
so did Coach Miller's conscience and he finally
figured out that he better do the right thing,
but you couldn't let that
happen,so you killed him.
Excuse me.
My name is Ray Langston. I'm
with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
We're gonna need you
to dump your garbage.
Really?
Touchdown!
Nicely done.
You know,I'm not a CSI by choice.
Hey,Hodges?
Yep?
It's probably for the best.
I'm advising my client
not to say anything.
Then he can just listen.
We found your fingerprint in
blood on the murder weapon.
We also found your Jupiter Galaxy Ones.
You told us you had
tossed them months ago.
In fact,it was just the other night.
They matched the bloody shoe impression
we found next to Coach Miller's bed.
You killed Coach Miller,Calvin.
We're not clear on
why,but it doesn't matter.
- No,it matters to me.
- Calvin...
Look,you heard the man; I'm screwed.
Mr. Langston... all I've ever known,all
I've ever been good at is playing football.
I love the game,and it loved me back.
And what about Coach Miller?
Coach M's head was buried
in the past. He was naive.
Nobody's cutting you a fat check
for team loyalty. Not anymore.
"Calvin,you want to be the guy who turned
his back "on his team for some quick cash,
"or the man who stayed loyal and helped
lead the Mustangs to one last victory?"
Hell,yeah,I wanted to get paid to play.
Are you kidding me?
I busted my ass.
I was entitled.
Then what made you stay?
That night at Pal's.
The dead girl.
I didn't even know she was
dead. She was just a hooker.
I'd forgotten her name by the
time she stepped out of the car.
I was drunk,stoned,whoring.
Coach M had everything
he needed to bury me.
So I gave him what he
wanted: one last season.
He was blackmailing you?
Yeah,in so many words.
Then why did you kill him?
Because he didn't live up
to his end of the bargain.
He stopped playing me when it
mattered; when I had a chance to shine.
He's goin' for it!
Time-out! Give
me a time-out,ref.
Coach,let me run 2-22 Strike.
Sit down.
But the scouts are here. I need this.
Back off.
Kayle!
- Run 2-22 Strike.
- Yes,Coach.
All right,get it.
He got it!
He was punishing me
for letting him down.
Scouts had stopped calling.
I could feel my future slipping away.
"God didn't put us on
this Earth to be losers."
Well,he didn't put us here to be
suckers,either,so I did what I had to do.
Did you never stop to think that
maybe it wasn't about you,Calvin?
Paige Hammer and Andrew Jimenez died.
Pal was responsible.
Coach knew about that.
That had nothing to do with me.
Didn't it?
Carrying a secret around like that couldn't
have been easy for a man like Coach Miller.
And I think that every time he looked at
you,he was reminded of his own hypocrisy.
I was looking out for myself,doing what was
best for me,and I'm not gonna apologize for that.
But if Coach M were here,he'd say,"Calvin,you
need to take responsibility for your actions."
So that's what I'm doing.
I owe him that much.
Then you did learn something.