CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 10, Episode 10 - Long Gone - full transcript
An entire family is missing. It's believed that they've been kidnapped. They learn that the mother has a medical condition if untreated could be fatal. It's discovered that some drugs were buried on their property. They trace the drugs to a drug dealer who's been in prison for several years who got out recently.
NEWSCASTER: Good morning, South Florida.
All the activity working
right now
is in Miami-Dade County,
so we're going to get started
with some police activity.
It's actually
a homicide investigation,
(newscast trails off):
and it's on northeast...
(music playing over earbuds)
(child laughs)
(newscast continues
indistinctly)
This is a live look
at 122nd Street.
(panting)
...Northbound lanes
are looking good.
That crash is northbound
at Northwest 25th Street--
that's in Doral.
And then finally, a live look
at your drive on l-95...
Come on, boy.
...at Cypress Creek
in Broward County--
you're accident-free
this morning.
About an 18-to-20-minute drive
-northbound from 595
-Come on.
to that Broward County-
Palm Beach County Line.
And then finally,
a live look...
-(doorbell rings)
-...at your drive this morning
on l-95 at Griffin Road.
Again, everything looks...
(phone dialing)
NEWSCASTER: ...25 minutes
if you're heading
from Griffith southbound...
Good morning, South Florida.
All the activity working
right now
-is in Miami-Dade County...
-(gasps)
MAN (over phone):
Hi, you've reached the Nolans.
-Please leave a message.
-(answering machine beeps)
MAN 2 (over phone): Hey, Andy,
it's your neighbor Louis.
You've got a whole bunch of
water pouring down your driveway
and nobody's answering
your door.
Just trying to figure out
where everybody is.
NEWSCASTER: Now,
we're also working
two crashes on the roadway,
so first off, we have one
working right here south...
BOY: Dad, that's the second day
in a row that...
LOUIS: I don't want to be a nosy
neighbor or anything,
but that is my reputation.
(screams)
MRS. NOLAN: (echoing):
What's happening?
LOUIS: Okay,
you haven't picked up yet,
so I'm really nervous now.
Anyway, call me
when you get this.
I'm on my cell.
Bye.
(police siren whoops)
(garbled radio transmission)
(camera snapping)
This family was in the
middle of making breakfast.
So where'd they go?
I don't know, but...
I can tell you,
wherever it was...
wasn't by choice.
If they were taken
against their will,
I'm not seeing
a single sign of struggle.
You check the front door?
Yeah, no sign of
forced entry, but, um,
let me check the windows.
LOUIS: House belongs
to Andrew and Carol Nolan.
They live here with
their 13-year-old son Bobby.
Don't tell me something bad
happened in there.
CAINE: When's the last time
you saw them?
That's the thing--
I see them every day.
I don't understand
why they wouldn't be
there this morning.
What about visitors?
Their daughter Olivia-- she's
living in her own place now.
Stops by
a couple times a week.
Can't think of anybody else.
And you didn't hear anything--
sound of engines, voices?
I'm sorry.
You know, I could have Ace here
sniff around the property
for you. He's a hunting dog.
I appreciate that.
How would I find the daughter?
(sirens wailing)
DUQUESNE:
This the daughter's apartment?
TRIPP: Yeah, right here.
You want me on the perimeter?
No, you're coming
inside, too, Delarenzo.
Olivia Nolan!
Stay on our hip.
Hey, I know.
I got three years in St. Pete.
Yeah, how could I forget?
TRIPP: Miami-Dade Police!
Olivia?
TRIPP: MDPD.
DUQUESNE: Olivia?
On the ground.
Whoa, whoa.
Get down on the ground
right now.
Hands above your head.
What the...?
He's clean.
Who are you and what the hell
are you doing here?
MAN: I should be asking you
the same thing.
I live here.
DUQUESNE: Answer the question:
What's your name?
My name is John.
Okay, John, where's Olivia?
She's at work.
What is going on?
How long ago did she leave?
-About an hour.
-That's great.
We need to talk to her.
Get your phone,
call her right now.
Okay, it's in the bedroom.
TRIPP: Move!
-Yeah.
-She's with her boyfriend
in a lot of these pictures.
It's not this guy.
Who the hell is that?
Sir, come out
into the hallway...
(gunshots)
Take the front,
I'll take the back.
Lorenzo, call for
backup, hurry up!
(phone dials)
Horatio, we just walked
into an ambush.
Yeah, suspect's armed
and on the run.
Could be linked
to that family's house.
Ambushed? I'm on my way.
Stay where you are,
stay where you are.
(siren wailing)
(helicopter whirring)
(brakes screeching)
What do we got?
From what I'm seeing, it's
forced entry, Lieutenant.
Shooter picked the lock.
Okay. Frank, you okay?
TRIPP: Yeah.
Calleigh's in there pulling
rounds out of the wall.
I'm glad they're not
pulling 'em out of me.
-Okay.
-Shooter said he lives here.
Said he was the boyfriend
till Renzo sniffed him out.
What about the actual boyfriend?
We found his cell phone.
-We're calling him now.
-Okay.
His name's Tom Granger.
He wants to talk to you.
Thank you.
Hey, Tom,
this is Lieutenant Caine.
Do you have Olivia there?
Can you put her on, please?
Okay, here.
Um, uh, yeah, she won't
take the phone, sir.
Tom, I need you to do the right
thing and get me your location.
I'm gonna send somebody
to you right away.
Okay, okay,
uh, we are at Ocean Park Walk,
south entrance.
CAINE: I know how upsetting
this has been for you,
but this morning three of
my people were almost killed
by a man masquerading as Tom.
Who could that have been?
I don't know.
Lieutenant, my mom
has severe asthma.
On a good day, she's
at 50% lung capacity.
Wherever she is, if she
doesn't have her inhaler,
there's a real chance
she could die.
Okay, what do you need from us?
Okay, time is of the essence,
every second counts.
Think, please.
I need the names of
anyone Olivia's parents
could have argued with.
They're not the kind of
people who have enemies.
Until now.
(door opens)
W-Why is this happening?
What's happening?
(muffled screaming)
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey.
Hey, they okay over there?
Everyone's okay.
Calleigh is processing
the scene.
-H and Tripp have the daughter.
-Good.
Maybe she can help
make sense out of this.
It's still like The Day the
Earth Stood Still around here.
Yeah. I found this inhaler.
It was in the master bath.
Yeah, the girl said
her mom had bad asthma.
The prescription's written for
yesterday, so she needs this.
Also... come take
a look out here with me.
Hey, thanks,
we got it from here.
Well, there it is.
Looks like somebody needs
to visit the dentist, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, it looks
like somebody got clocked
right here on the driveway.
Yeah, or it could have
happened in the garage,
and that little guy
could have taken
a white water rapid ride
all the way over here.
(high-pitched buzzing)
#
As soon as Ballistics
is finished
with that round, find me.
-What'd you get?
-I extracted
that second bicuspid that
the guys found in the driveway.
-Is it a family member?
-No.
The genomic DNA told
a totally different story.
Tom Granger.
The boyfriend.
Why was he in the system?
He was a substitute
teacher for 16 months
at Glenview Heights Academy.
Prints and DNA records
are a staff requirement.
Let's talk to him.
Is there any news?
As a matter of fact, there is.
What is it?
Well, we'd rather talk to you
about it in private.
Olivia and I have... no secrets.
-You can tell us.
-Okay.
We found your tooth
in the Nolan driveway.
OLIVIA: What?
What are you talking about?
-(sighs)
-Tom?
Look, uh...
Tuesday night...
I went over to talk
to your dad
to tell him that
I planned to move in
with you in your new place.
Not unless you're prepared
to put a ring on her finger.
A ring? Mr. Nolan, we've only
been together for seven months.
And you just proved my point.
Mr. Nolan, with
all due respect, sir,
we're both old enough to make
this decision without you.
Then what the hell
are you doing here, huh,
besides disrespecting me?
Okay, hey, I'm just trying
to do the right thing.
The right thing?!
(groans)
Why didn't you tell me?
That wouldn't have
changed anything.
You know that.
CAINE: So you're saying
this happened two days ago
and not this morning?
Tom has nothing to do
with any of this.
-He's been with me.
-Can we go?
I'll make sure she's safe.
Your place is still
an active crime scene.
You know, you had me
write down names
of people who might be
angry with them.
There's no one.
Everybody loves my mom and dad.
-Mm-hmm.
-My brother.
Nobody would just walk in and
pull them out of that house.
Somebody did, Olivia.
BOY: Dad, this is
the second day in a row
there's no newspaper out there.
(muffled cries)
Hey, check this out.
See this footprint?
Definitely not left by us.
Probably by an intruder.
Yeah, yeah,
I just took these shoes
from the kid's bedroom
closet, and, uh...
it looks to be about
the same size-- it must be
-an old print. -What is it with
you? You can't
let me have two minutes
of enjoyment here?
We're getting killed.
The kitchen got flooded;
the only piece
of evidence we have
is from her boyfriend
-who has an alibi.
-Shh.
(quiet whooshing)
You hear that?
DELKO:
Air-conditioning blows air out,
and this is sucking air in.
(whooshing)
Oh, well, maybe
it's a dehumidifier.
They suck in damp air,
remove allergens.
They probably put it in when
the mother's health got bad.
Yeah, and maybe it sucked in
some of our evidence.
#
#
Okay, I know that look.
Wolfe, you don't know my looks.
No, I know that look-- that
look says that Eric and I
didn't get information that
the dehumidifier did gather.
I thought Delko was the
primary on the Nolan house.
He's still there.
If I don't bring him good news,
he gets pissy.
Okay, well, try this.
Can't tell you who
was in the house,
but I can tell you what.
Benzoylmethyl ecgonine?
What are traces of
cocaine doing in there?
Mass spec doesn't provide
an explanation,
but I can tell you one thing:
there are enough particles
in the air for that
dehumidifier to find.
Hey, Calleigh, it's Ryan.
Yeah, about
the missing Nolan family.
It has something
to do with cocaine.
Cocaine?
My parents don't even drink.
-You sure about that?
-I'm sorry,
what does this have to do
with finding her family?
I don't think the two of you
understand what's going on.
I was shot at this morning, and
we found cocaine in your house.
Now, someone in your family
is in serious trouble.
All my mom does is needlepoint
while watching PBS.
My dad rebuilds engine
blocks in the garage.
Bobby plays violin.
I am telling you, nobody
is doing coke in that house.
What about selling it?
Did your dad ever mention
any money problems?
No! Never!
My dad's a big-time
national sales director.
He's been at his company
20-something years.
SIMMONS: According
to employment records,
he was laid off
about two years ago.
That... that can't be.
He was going to work every day.
The shooting that occurred
at your place,
the perpetrator,
he was posing as you.
Why would he do that?
-I have no idea.
-Was he there for you?
Was he there for something else?
No, but, you know,
I remember an SUV.
I saw it two different times
this week parked
in front of our house.
DUQUESNE: Did you get
a good look at the driver?.
Not really. It did have one
of those grills, though,
that look like a spider web.
I definitely remember that.
-It looked custom.
-DUQUESNE: They're installed
over the manufacturer's
existing grill.
Okay, I'll make some calls.
Thanks.
(fax machine whirring)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing)
(whirring)
-My name's John.
-TRIPP: Okay, John. Where's Olivia?
-Sir, come out into the hall...
-(gunshots)
DISPATCHER: We've located
the black Escalade registered
to Kurt Riggins.
License plate: Juliet-Papa-one-
one-one-Oscar.
No activity at the residence
at this time. Units en route.
Let's check on the status
of the backup...
(gunshots)
(sirens wailing)
This is Frank Tripp.
-(gunfire continues)
-Officer down at 26 Ortega.
26 Ortega Avenue.
DISPATCHER: Officer down...
(gunfire continues)
I need a medevac here ASAP!
Gas him!
(gunfire continues)
Oh, Renzo,
look what you did.
Oh, God...
It's all right, buddy.
(hissing)
(gasping, sobbing)
Am I gonna die?
No, you're not gonna die.
What's wrong with you?!
(choking gasp)
(gunfire continues)
-(gasping) -Hang in there,
buddy. Hang in there!
RIGGINS (coughing):
I can't breathe!
-OFFICER: Get down!
-(Riggins coughing)
(muffled): Get down! Get down!
My eyes!
Get down!
(gasping breaths)
I'm right here, buddy.
I'm right here.
#
#
TRIPP: Get out.
(panting)
Come here.
Stand up. Stand up!
Ah, this tear gas!
(groans, panting)
You know what that is?
It's a badge.
TRIPP: It's a badge that belongs
to Paul Delarenzo,
the young man you killed.
I started patrol
with his father.
I've known that kid
since he was ten years old.
Where's the Nolan family?
No idea.
This is about cocaine, isn't it?
Look, man, I move a
little bit of weight
at the clubs, the colleges.
Doesn't hurt anybody.
Then all of a sudden,
this dad...
starts taking my business?
Like, just walking product
out of the house
like he was cutting it himself.
What the hell were you doing
in the apartment?
Taking him... and his family.
It was supposed
to be a statement.
Brother...
we invented statements.
I'm gonna ask you again.
Where are they?
You can do what
you want to me, man.
(panting)
That's all I got.
Take his cuffs off.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
(grunts)
(fence clanging)
Caught the guy
from the home ambush.
Oh, yeah? Good.
Yeah.
But Delarenzo went down.
Delarenzo was killed?
Yeah.
That's tough to hear.
Let's focus on the work.
WOLFE: Mm-hmm.
Look at this.
The water that flooded,
with oil deposited in it.
It's draining under here.
I think we should move this car
and see what's underneath it.
-Wait. You want to get out?
-Yeah. Yeah, sorry.
Yeah. Great. Thanks.
Okay, what we got
is an oil catch.
(grunts)
It's great.
Yeah.
Worth a shot, huh?
All right.
(whirring)
Something down there.
Yeah, looks
like our missing daddy
is an amateur coke dealer.
Traces of a pesticide called
N-Phosphonomethyl Glycine.
Pesticide?
Oh, from 1994 to '96,
the US government
paid Colombians
to spray all coca
plantations with it.
So, this sample is from Colombia
during that time period?
Mm-hmm.
How in God's name
do you know that?
I was a special consult
for the DEA Task Force
two years ago.
I... I really miss
being in the field.
I don't know. I think it's so
much safer being in a lab coat
than having a gun strapped
to your hip, believe me.
Oh, well, I'm actually
already firearm certified.
I won the Rifle and
Handgun Competition
in Detectives Training.
Oh. Oh, Detectives Training.
Yeah. Yeah, this lab coat's
temporary, I hope.
Filled out my 15-88 last year.
I'm just waiting
for the word to come down.
Cool.
Um, we should probably go
to the range sometime, then.
Yeah. Well, you know
where to find me.
Yeah, I know where to find you.
Nolan's house was built in '97.
Cocaine was manufactured
and likely buried at that time.
We need a list of
all the coke dealers
who were on the task force
radar for that period.
Let's start with Oscar Duarte.
Back then, he was bigger
than Scarface.
Nolan's neighborhood
was his territory.
He was just released
from Miami-West Prison
seven months ago.
-The very same.
-Bring him in.
(laughs)
Still working
for the old city wage,
eh, Sarge?
It's been 18 years, Duarte,
and I'm as happy to see you now
as I was back then.
17 years, seven months,
four weeks, three days.
Give or take.
I stopped counting when I
got out seven months ago.
There's a family missing, Oscar.
So what?
So, their disappearance is tied
to some buried cocaine,
which I believe belongs to you.
(wry chuckle)
Now, here's what it is.
I had a corner cell,
one window high on a wall.
It was under an overhang,
so the sun never
made it through.
Is this going somewhere,
or should I brew some tea?
I spent all my time inside
waiting on that sun.
I feel it now,
on my face, every day.
I'm not gonna give it back.
You know, you haven't
changed, Oscar.
You don't have it in you.
You go back digging
up old treasures,
you're gonna be looking
for that sun
for a hell of a long time.
Oh. Good to see you again...
Sarge.
TRIPP: You buying it?
SIMMONS: I think
he's a bad person,
and we need to
watch his every move.
TRIPP: Shouldn't be hard to do.
He's part of an in-house
work program.
He hasn't left the halfway house
since his prison release.
-(phone buzzing)
-So it's true.
He hasn't even
left the premises.
What about visitors?
Uh, yeah, I just got forwarded
the visitation list.
He's only had one
visit in six months.
It's a college student
from Dade U researching
the cocaine cowboys
of the '80s.
SIMMONS: Who's the student?
You're not gonna believe
this one, Walter.
Oscar Duarte was just one living
reference in my term paper.
Hmm.
Tom, you can cut the act.
We know you went to
see him four times.
You're his errand boy.
Oh. (laughs)
I... You know,
I really shouldn't...
I shouldn't say anything else.
BOA VISTA: Really?
Your girlfriend's
family's missing,
you're not gonna say anything?
OLIVIA: Tom, just tell
them it isn't true.
(sighs)
Oscar...
buried 125 kilos
in a hay field
outside of Waterton Village
before he got locked up in '95.
He sent you to go get it
before he got out?
Yeah.
But what he didn't realize
is that the hay field
was bulldozed,
and a housing development
was built in its place.
Her family was living
on his two-million-dollar
cocaine stash.
You get in with the girl,
you get in the house.
TOM: It was in the back
of the lot, all gated.
What else was I supposed to do?
Tell me this is just
a story or something.
Did her dad get in the way?
TOM: Yeah, you could say that.
He caught me in the act.
That what you were looking for
out there?
This, uh...
this belongs to somebody else.
Where's the rest of it?
Some of it's in there.
Some of it?
I sold the rest.
What, you dig up 15 kilos
in your yard,
and suddenly you're a dealer?
You used my daughter.
Oh.
Hey, man, if you ever thought
that someday, somebody might
be coming to look for this--
well, that day is today, okay?
And that somebody's not
gonna be me, man.
I am the least of your worries.
Are you threatening me,
you little punk?
(grunts)
He had dug it all up.
Oscar's entire payload.
Why would he do this?
Olivia, why?
If he didn't sell it, none
of this would have happened.
Nobody would have to get hurt.
Where are they, Tom?
(crying): Where's my family?
It wasn't supposed
to go down like this.
My mother could be dying.
Where are they?
Tell me!
Tell them!
I don't know.
This is bigger than me now.
I have nothing to do with it.
I'm sorry.
(crying): Where's my family?!
Why?!
(sobbing): Why did you do this?
Okay.
(handcuffs jangling)
(sobbing)
It's okay. It's okay.
It's all right.
(sniffling)
(sobbing)
-OFFICER: Sergeant?
-TRIPP: Yeah.
Did you order the radio car
to stake out Duarte's
halfway house?
(sighs)
Yeah, I did. What's up?
There's been some sort of mix-up
with house management
over there.
Oscar Duarte's in the wind.
What the hell are you talking
about? Who was on that post?
Get his ass on the radio.
I want to talk to him right now.
Yes, sir.
(phone beeps, speed-dialing)
Horatio, we got issues.
Duarte's AWOL.
All right.
(muffled yelling)
Shut up! Shut up!
-(muffled yell)
-You are giving me a headache.
Now you shut... up!
(gasps)
My wife can't breathe.
If she doesn't get her inhaler,
she's not going to make it.
And you should have thought of
that before you stole from me.
I didn't steal from you!
-Ah.
-I found it.
It was in my yard.
Finding it got me
out of some trouble.
I don't have a job.
I found a couple of buyers.
I could pay my mortgage again.
My taxes, our-our medical bills.
That was mine, friend!
Almost two mil in street value.
Give me the chance
to make it right.
I'll get your money
right now if you let me.
I'Il-I'll bring it to you
right here.
How can I trust you?
You've got my family.
Huh?
(sighs)
I've got your family.
Yeah.
(panting)
You've got one hour.
Or the kid goes first.
Okay, okay.
Come on. Okay.
Okay.
I need a gun.
(labored breathing)
PHARMACIST:
That's for your husband.
It's gonna be $30.
Once a day, only once a day.
CUSTOMER: Once a day?
Yeah. You're gonna need to get
refills on both of these.
You need to call your doctor
today
so that you can do
that for next time.
That's your paroxetine,
25 milligrams.
And, uh, you need
to take this just...
Yeah, that is... I know.
Your insurance company
will only pay for this.
And then, um, here
is your paroxetine.
It's 25 milligrams, and, um,
you're gonna want to call
your doctor because you don't
have any more refills for that.
Okay? Yeah. 25 milligrams
yeah, and then this one
is for your husband.
It's 50 milligrams.
Okay, because it's
a really high dosage.
Okay, and then, there is
your receipt, and the...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
This is an emergency.
I'm sorry, sir. You're gonna
need to wait in line.
No, l-I need albuterol.
High-Highest dosage you have.
I need it right now.
My wife is in the middle
of an asthma attack.
Perhaps you didn't hear me.
You need to wait your turn.
Look, don't mess with me, lady.
That's a powerful steroid.
I can't dispense it over
the counter without
a prescription.
Just give me
the damn medication.
(customers screaming)
Okay? Now!
Okay.
Here. Albuterol.
Five milligrams. Two boxes.
-Put it in a bag!
Put it in a bag! -Okay!
-(alarm blaring)
-No! No!
Why did you do that?
-Give me the cash
in the drawer. -Okay, okay.
-All of it! That's good.
That's good. -Here, here, here.
(alarm blaring,
sirens approaching)
Were you the one
behind the counter?
Yes.
-Was this the man
who robbed you? -No.
That's not him.
Okay, what did he look like?
Uh, he was tall and thin,
brown hair
with a little grey in it.
He kept saying that his wife
was dying from an asthma attack.
It's Andrew Nolan.
Did you see where he went?
Yeah, through the storage room
and straight out the back.
Why would Andrew Nolan
be on the run?
About to ask you
the same question.
This is one-40 Sam.
We're looking for Andrew Nolan.
He's armed and possibly on foot.
Get me air units
out here right now!
Oh, man.
Hey.
Go ahead.
(clicking)
You think I'm stupid enough
to give you a loaded gun?
She needs this.
Now.
-My money first.
-Here.
Here.
What is this, man?
What?
Tens, twenties?
There's less
than two grand here.
l-I... I promise I'll get
all of it somehow. I will.
Just-just give my wife
her medicine.
DUARTE: Huh?
She wants her medicine?
You want your medicine? Huh?
Huh? (chuckles)
(gasping loudly)
(wheezing)
(sirens wailing)
You brought the cops on us.
l-I can get you out of here.
-How?
-By plane.
I can fly you anywhere
you want to go-- Cuba,
-the Bahamas. -You have a plane?
What about the sob story
about you paying your bills?
It belongs to my former company.
The guys at the airfield
might not know
-I was laid off.
-Take me to that plane.
-She can't breathe!
-You shut up,
and you get out to that van.
(door slams shut)
(muffled gasping)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
(engine revving,
tires squealing)
(keypad beeping)
-(phone ringing)
-Yeah?
DUQUESNE: We caught a break.
Where are you?
At the front of the pharmacy.
What about you?
DUQUESNE: I'm picking you up.
Hey, what's up?
A woman had a near-miss
with an Econoline van
near Vladimir Airfield.
All right, let's go.
ANDREW: We got to get you in
the air as soon as possible.
DUARTE: Where's the pilot?
He's on... he's on his way.
Don't worry. They're pros.
MDPD. You got any planes taking
off in the next few minutes?
I got two twin-engine privates
prepping in hangar 19 right now.
Where's 19?
Down there on the right.
Get on with the tower.
No take-offs, no landings
until further notice.
You got it.
Tower, this is ground.
I got a Code Blue,
MDPD on the ground.
They'll fly you straight in,
then you're on your own.
You're going with me.
That wasn't our deal.
There is no deal.
If I get on that plane, my
wife's not gonna make it, man.
We don't have time for...
Put the gun down!
Let him go!
Drop it!
(grunts)
(gunshot)
Ahh!
DELKO: Don't move!
You keep your hands
where I can see 'em!
-It's over now.
-Ow!
(gasping)
Ah! (panting)
Just lie still. I'm gonna try
and stop the bleeding, okay?
(groaning)
-(handcuffs click)
-My-my wife and son...
...are at the Bayline Motel.
-Hey, focus on breathing.
-Come on.
-Just breathe.
-Tell them...
-Horatio.
-...I love them.
I know where they are.
They're at Bayline.
DUQUESNE: Bayline Motel.
(groaning): I'm sorry.
Just keep breathing,
come on. Hey, stay with us.
(groaning)
Come on.
Come on!
#
Are you alone?
Mm-hmm.
(garbled radio transmission)
She's unconscious. Right
away! Hurry. Fast, please.
Yes, sir.
Set the bag, 15 liters.
Okay. Hold on. Let's roll her.
-Wait. Got an airway.
-Okay.
Carotid pulse's strong.
(paramedic speaking
indistinctly)
(Ioud gasping)
(coughs)
We got her back, son.
(breathing heavily)
All the activity working
right now
is in Miami-Dade County,
so we're going to get started
with some police activity.
It's actually
a homicide investigation,
(newscast trails off):
and it's on northeast...
(music playing over earbuds)
(child laughs)
(newscast continues
indistinctly)
This is a live look
at 122nd Street.
(panting)
...Northbound lanes
are looking good.
That crash is northbound
at Northwest 25th Street--
that's in Doral.
And then finally, a live look
at your drive on l-95...
Come on, boy.
...at Cypress Creek
in Broward County--
you're accident-free
this morning.
About an 18-to-20-minute drive
-northbound from 595
-Come on.
to that Broward County-
Palm Beach County Line.
And then finally,
a live look...
-(doorbell rings)
-...at your drive this morning
on l-95 at Griffin Road.
Again, everything looks...
(phone dialing)
NEWSCASTER: ...25 minutes
if you're heading
from Griffith southbound...
Good morning, South Florida.
All the activity working
right now
-is in Miami-Dade County...
-(gasps)
MAN (over phone):
Hi, you've reached the Nolans.
-Please leave a message.
-(answering machine beeps)
MAN 2 (over phone): Hey, Andy,
it's your neighbor Louis.
You've got a whole bunch of
water pouring down your driveway
and nobody's answering
your door.
Just trying to figure out
where everybody is.
NEWSCASTER: Now,
we're also working
two crashes on the roadway,
so first off, we have one
working right here south...
BOY: Dad, that's the second day
in a row that...
LOUIS: I don't want to be a nosy
neighbor or anything,
but that is my reputation.
(screams)
MRS. NOLAN: (echoing):
What's happening?
LOUIS: Okay,
you haven't picked up yet,
so I'm really nervous now.
Anyway, call me
when you get this.
I'm on my cell.
Bye.
(police siren whoops)
(garbled radio transmission)
(camera snapping)
This family was in the
middle of making breakfast.
So where'd they go?
I don't know, but...
I can tell you,
wherever it was...
wasn't by choice.
If they were taken
against their will,
I'm not seeing
a single sign of struggle.
You check the front door?
Yeah, no sign of
forced entry, but, um,
let me check the windows.
LOUIS: House belongs
to Andrew and Carol Nolan.
They live here with
their 13-year-old son Bobby.
Don't tell me something bad
happened in there.
CAINE: When's the last time
you saw them?
That's the thing--
I see them every day.
I don't understand
why they wouldn't be
there this morning.
What about visitors?
Their daughter Olivia-- she's
living in her own place now.
Stops by
a couple times a week.
Can't think of anybody else.
And you didn't hear anything--
sound of engines, voices?
I'm sorry.
You know, I could have Ace here
sniff around the property
for you. He's a hunting dog.
I appreciate that.
How would I find the daughter?
(sirens wailing)
DUQUESNE:
This the daughter's apartment?
TRIPP: Yeah, right here.
You want me on the perimeter?
No, you're coming
inside, too, Delarenzo.
Olivia Nolan!
Stay on our hip.
Hey, I know.
I got three years in St. Pete.
Yeah, how could I forget?
TRIPP: Miami-Dade Police!
Olivia?
TRIPP: MDPD.
DUQUESNE: Olivia?
On the ground.
Whoa, whoa.
Get down on the ground
right now.
Hands above your head.
What the...?
He's clean.
Who are you and what the hell
are you doing here?
MAN: I should be asking you
the same thing.
I live here.
DUQUESNE: Answer the question:
What's your name?
My name is John.
Okay, John, where's Olivia?
She's at work.
What is going on?
How long ago did she leave?
-About an hour.
-That's great.
We need to talk to her.
Get your phone,
call her right now.
Okay, it's in the bedroom.
TRIPP: Move!
-Yeah.
-She's with her boyfriend
in a lot of these pictures.
It's not this guy.
Who the hell is that?
Sir, come out
into the hallway...
(gunshots)
Take the front,
I'll take the back.
Lorenzo, call for
backup, hurry up!
(phone dials)
Horatio, we just walked
into an ambush.
Yeah, suspect's armed
and on the run.
Could be linked
to that family's house.
Ambushed? I'm on my way.
Stay where you are,
stay where you are.
(siren wailing)
(helicopter whirring)
(brakes screeching)
What do we got?
From what I'm seeing, it's
forced entry, Lieutenant.
Shooter picked the lock.
Okay. Frank, you okay?
TRIPP: Yeah.
Calleigh's in there pulling
rounds out of the wall.
I'm glad they're not
pulling 'em out of me.
-Okay.
-Shooter said he lives here.
Said he was the boyfriend
till Renzo sniffed him out.
What about the actual boyfriend?
We found his cell phone.
-We're calling him now.
-Okay.
His name's Tom Granger.
He wants to talk to you.
Thank you.
Hey, Tom,
this is Lieutenant Caine.
Do you have Olivia there?
Can you put her on, please?
Okay, here.
Um, uh, yeah, she won't
take the phone, sir.
Tom, I need you to do the right
thing and get me your location.
I'm gonna send somebody
to you right away.
Okay, okay,
uh, we are at Ocean Park Walk,
south entrance.
CAINE: I know how upsetting
this has been for you,
but this morning three of
my people were almost killed
by a man masquerading as Tom.
Who could that have been?
I don't know.
Lieutenant, my mom
has severe asthma.
On a good day, she's
at 50% lung capacity.
Wherever she is, if she
doesn't have her inhaler,
there's a real chance
she could die.
Okay, what do you need from us?
Okay, time is of the essence,
every second counts.
Think, please.
I need the names of
anyone Olivia's parents
could have argued with.
They're not the kind of
people who have enemies.
Until now.
(door opens)
W-Why is this happening?
What's happening?
(muffled screaming)
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey.
Hey, they okay over there?
Everyone's okay.
Calleigh is processing
the scene.
-H and Tripp have the daughter.
-Good.
Maybe she can help
make sense out of this.
It's still like The Day the
Earth Stood Still around here.
Yeah. I found this inhaler.
It was in the master bath.
Yeah, the girl said
her mom had bad asthma.
The prescription's written for
yesterday, so she needs this.
Also... come take
a look out here with me.
Hey, thanks,
we got it from here.
Well, there it is.
Looks like somebody needs
to visit the dentist, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, it looks
like somebody got clocked
right here on the driveway.
Yeah, or it could have
happened in the garage,
and that little guy
could have taken
a white water rapid ride
all the way over here.
(high-pitched buzzing)
#
As soon as Ballistics
is finished
with that round, find me.
-What'd you get?
-I extracted
that second bicuspid that
the guys found in the driveway.
-Is it a family member?
-No.
The genomic DNA told
a totally different story.
Tom Granger.
The boyfriend.
Why was he in the system?
He was a substitute
teacher for 16 months
at Glenview Heights Academy.
Prints and DNA records
are a staff requirement.
Let's talk to him.
Is there any news?
As a matter of fact, there is.
What is it?
Well, we'd rather talk to you
about it in private.
Olivia and I have... no secrets.
-You can tell us.
-Okay.
We found your tooth
in the Nolan driveway.
OLIVIA: What?
What are you talking about?
-(sighs)
-Tom?
Look, uh...
Tuesday night...
I went over to talk
to your dad
to tell him that
I planned to move in
with you in your new place.
Not unless you're prepared
to put a ring on her finger.
A ring? Mr. Nolan, we've only
been together for seven months.
And you just proved my point.
Mr. Nolan, with
all due respect, sir,
we're both old enough to make
this decision without you.
Then what the hell
are you doing here, huh,
besides disrespecting me?
Okay, hey, I'm just trying
to do the right thing.
The right thing?!
(groans)
Why didn't you tell me?
That wouldn't have
changed anything.
You know that.
CAINE: So you're saying
this happened two days ago
and not this morning?
Tom has nothing to do
with any of this.
-He's been with me.
-Can we go?
I'll make sure she's safe.
Your place is still
an active crime scene.
You know, you had me
write down names
of people who might be
angry with them.
There's no one.
Everybody loves my mom and dad.
-Mm-hmm.
-My brother.
Nobody would just walk in and
pull them out of that house.
Somebody did, Olivia.
BOY: Dad, this is
the second day in a row
there's no newspaper out there.
(muffled cries)
Hey, check this out.
See this footprint?
Definitely not left by us.
Probably by an intruder.
Yeah, yeah,
I just took these shoes
from the kid's bedroom
closet, and, uh...
it looks to be about
the same size-- it must be
-an old print. -What is it with
you? You can't
let me have two minutes
of enjoyment here?
We're getting killed.
The kitchen got flooded;
the only piece
of evidence we have
is from her boyfriend
-who has an alibi.
-Shh.
(quiet whooshing)
You hear that?
DELKO:
Air-conditioning blows air out,
and this is sucking air in.
(whooshing)
Oh, well, maybe
it's a dehumidifier.
They suck in damp air,
remove allergens.
They probably put it in when
the mother's health got bad.
Yeah, and maybe it sucked in
some of our evidence.
#
#
Okay, I know that look.
Wolfe, you don't know my looks.
No, I know that look-- that
look says that Eric and I
didn't get information that
the dehumidifier did gather.
I thought Delko was the
primary on the Nolan house.
He's still there.
If I don't bring him good news,
he gets pissy.
Okay, well, try this.
Can't tell you who
was in the house,
but I can tell you what.
Benzoylmethyl ecgonine?
What are traces of
cocaine doing in there?
Mass spec doesn't provide
an explanation,
but I can tell you one thing:
there are enough particles
in the air for that
dehumidifier to find.
Hey, Calleigh, it's Ryan.
Yeah, about
the missing Nolan family.
It has something
to do with cocaine.
Cocaine?
My parents don't even drink.
-You sure about that?
-I'm sorry,
what does this have to do
with finding her family?
I don't think the two of you
understand what's going on.
I was shot at this morning, and
we found cocaine in your house.
Now, someone in your family
is in serious trouble.
All my mom does is needlepoint
while watching PBS.
My dad rebuilds engine
blocks in the garage.
Bobby plays violin.
I am telling you, nobody
is doing coke in that house.
What about selling it?
Did your dad ever mention
any money problems?
No! Never!
My dad's a big-time
national sales director.
He's been at his company
20-something years.
SIMMONS: According
to employment records,
he was laid off
about two years ago.
That... that can't be.
He was going to work every day.
The shooting that occurred
at your place,
the perpetrator,
he was posing as you.
Why would he do that?
-I have no idea.
-Was he there for you?
Was he there for something else?
No, but, you know,
I remember an SUV.
I saw it two different times
this week parked
in front of our house.
DUQUESNE: Did you get
a good look at the driver?.
Not really. It did have one
of those grills, though,
that look like a spider web.
I definitely remember that.
-It looked custom.
-DUQUESNE: They're installed
over the manufacturer's
existing grill.
Okay, I'll make some calls.
Thanks.
(fax machine whirring)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing)
(phone ringing)
(whirring)
-My name's John.
-TRIPP: Okay, John. Where's Olivia?
-Sir, come out into the hall...
-(gunshots)
DISPATCHER: We've located
the black Escalade registered
to Kurt Riggins.
License plate: Juliet-Papa-one-
one-one-Oscar.
No activity at the residence
at this time. Units en route.
Let's check on the status
of the backup...
(gunshots)
(sirens wailing)
This is Frank Tripp.
-(gunfire continues)
-Officer down at 26 Ortega.
26 Ortega Avenue.
DISPATCHER: Officer down...
(gunfire continues)
I need a medevac here ASAP!
Gas him!
(gunfire continues)
Oh, Renzo,
look what you did.
Oh, God...
It's all right, buddy.
(hissing)
(gasping, sobbing)
Am I gonna die?
No, you're not gonna die.
What's wrong with you?!
(choking gasp)
(gunfire continues)
-(gasping) -Hang in there,
buddy. Hang in there!
RIGGINS (coughing):
I can't breathe!
-OFFICER: Get down!
-(Riggins coughing)
(muffled): Get down! Get down!
My eyes!
Get down!
(gasping breaths)
I'm right here, buddy.
I'm right here.
#
#
TRIPP: Get out.
(panting)
Come here.
Stand up. Stand up!
Ah, this tear gas!
(groans, panting)
You know what that is?
It's a badge.
TRIPP: It's a badge that belongs
to Paul Delarenzo,
the young man you killed.
I started patrol
with his father.
I've known that kid
since he was ten years old.
Where's the Nolan family?
No idea.
This is about cocaine, isn't it?
Look, man, I move a
little bit of weight
at the clubs, the colleges.
Doesn't hurt anybody.
Then all of a sudden,
this dad...
starts taking my business?
Like, just walking product
out of the house
like he was cutting it himself.
What the hell were you doing
in the apartment?
Taking him... and his family.
It was supposed
to be a statement.
Brother...
we invented statements.
I'm gonna ask you again.
Where are they?
You can do what
you want to me, man.
(panting)
That's all I got.
Take his cuffs off.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
(grunts)
(fence clanging)
Caught the guy
from the home ambush.
Oh, yeah? Good.
Yeah.
But Delarenzo went down.
Delarenzo was killed?
Yeah.
That's tough to hear.
Let's focus on the work.
WOLFE: Mm-hmm.
Look at this.
The water that flooded,
with oil deposited in it.
It's draining under here.
I think we should move this car
and see what's underneath it.
-Wait. You want to get out?
-Yeah. Yeah, sorry.
Yeah. Great. Thanks.
Okay, what we got
is an oil catch.
(grunts)
It's great.
Yeah.
Worth a shot, huh?
All right.
(whirring)
Something down there.
Yeah, looks
like our missing daddy
is an amateur coke dealer.
Traces of a pesticide called
N-Phosphonomethyl Glycine.
Pesticide?
Oh, from 1994 to '96,
the US government
paid Colombians
to spray all coca
plantations with it.
So, this sample is from Colombia
during that time period?
Mm-hmm.
How in God's name
do you know that?
I was a special consult
for the DEA Task Force
two years ago.
I... I really miss
being in the field.
I don't know. I think it's so
much safer being in a lab coat
than having a gun strapped
to your hip, believe me.
Oh, well, I'm actually
already firearm certified.
I won the Rifle and
Handgun Competition
in Detectives Training.
Oh. Oh, Detectives Training.
Yeah. Yeah, this lab coat's
temporary, I hope.
Filled out my 15-88 last year.
I'm just waiting
for the word to come down.
Cool.
Um, we should probably go
to the range sometime, then.
Yeah. Well, you know
where to find me.
Yeah, I know where to find you.
Nolan's house was built in '97.
Cocaine was manufactured
and likely buried at that time.
We need a list of
all the coke dealers
who were on the task force
radar for that period.
Let's start with Oscar Duarte.
Back then, he was bigger
than Scarface.
Nolan's neighborhood
was his territory.
He was just released
from Miami-West Prison
seven months ago.
-The very same.
-Bring him in.
(laughs)
Still working
for the old city wage,
eh, Sarge?
It's been 18 years, Duarte,
and I'm as happy to see you now
as I was back then.
17 years, seven months,
four weeks, three days.
Give or take.
I stopped counting when I
got out seven months ago.
There's a family missing, Oscar.
So what?
So, their disappearance is tied
to some buried cocaine,
which I believe belongs to you.
(wry chuckle)
Now, here's what it is.
I had a corner cell,
one window high on a wall.
It was under an overhang,
so the sun never
made it through.
Is this going somewhere,
or should I brew some tea?
I spent all my time inside
waiting on that sun.
I feel it now,
on my face, every day.
I'm not gonna give it back.
You know, you haven't
changed, Oscar.
You don't have it in you.
You go back digging
up old treasures,
you're gonna be looking
for that sun
for a hell of a long time.
Oh. Good to see you again...
Sarge.
TRIPP: You buying it?
SIMMONS: I think
he's a bad person,
and we need to
watch his every move.
TRIPP: Shouldn't be hard to do.
He's part of an in-house
work program.
He hasn't left the halfway house
since his prison release.
-(phone buzzing)
-So it's true.
He hasn't even
left the premises.
What about visitors?
Uh, yeah, I just got forwarded
the visitation list.
He's only had one
visit in six months.
It's a college student
from Dade U researching
the cocaine cowboys
of the '80s.
SIMMONS: Who's the student?
You're not gonna believe
this one, Walter.
Oscar Duarte was just one living
reference in my term paper.
Hmm.
Tom, you can cut the act.
We know you went to
see him four times.
You're his errand boy.
Oh. (laughs)
I... You know,
I really shouldn't...
I shouldn't say anything else.
BOA VISTA: Really?
Your girlfriend's
family's missing,
you're not gonna say anything?
OLIVIA: Tom, just tell
them it isn't true.
(sighs)
Oscar...
buried 125 kilos
in a hay field
outside of Waterton Village
before he got locked up in '95.
He sent you to go get it
before he got out?
Yeah.
But what he didn't realize
is that the hay field
was bulldozed,
and a housing development
was built in its place.
Her family was living
on his two-million-dollar
cocaine stash.
You get in with the girl,
you get in the house.
TOM: It was in the back
of the lot, all gated.
What else was I supposed to do?
Tell me this is just
a story or something.
Did her dad get in the way?
TOM: Yeah, you could say that.
He caught me in the act.
That what you were looking for
out there?
This, uh...
this belongs to somebody else.
Where's the rest of it?
Some of it's in there.
Some of it?
I sold the rest.
What, you dig up 15 kilos
in your yard,
and suddenly you're a dealer?
You used my daughter.
Oh.
Hey, man, if you ever thought
that someday, somebody might
be coming to look for this--
well, that day is today, okay?
And that somebody's not
gonna be me, man.
I am the least of your worries.
Are you threatening me,
you little punk?
(grunts)
He had dug it all up.
Oscar's entire payload.
Why would he do this?
Olivia, why?
If he didn't sell it, none
of this would have happened.
Nobody would have to get hurt.
Where are they, Tom?
(crying): Where's my family?
It wasn't supposed
to go down like this.
My mother could be dying.
Where are they?
Tell me!
Tell them!
I don't know.
This is bigger than me now.
I have nothing to do with it.
I'm sorry.
(crying): Where's my family?!
Why?!
(sobbing): Why did you do this?
Okay.
(handcuffs jangling)
(sobbing)
It's okay. It's okay.
It's all right.
(sniffling)
(sobbing)
-OFFICER: Sergeant?
-TRIPP: Yeah.
Did you order the radio car
to stake out Duarte's
halfway house?
(sighs)
Yeah, I did. What's up?
There's been some sort of mix-up
with house management
over there.
Oscar Duarte's in the wind.
What the hell are you talking
about? Who was on that post?
Get his ass on the radio.
I want to talk to him right now.
Yes, sir.
(phone beeps, speed-dialing)
Horatio, we got issues.
Duarte's AWOL.
All right.
(muffled yelling)
Shut up! Shut up!
-(muffled yell)
-You are giving me a headache.
Now you shut... up!
(gasps)
My wife can't breathe.
If she doesn't get her inhaler,
she's not going to make it.
And you should have thought of
that before you stole from me.
I didn't steal from you!
-Ah.
-I found it.
It was in my yard.
Finding it got me
out of some trouble.
I don't have a job.
I found a couple of buyers.
I could pay my mortgage again.
My taxes, our-our medical bills.
That was mine, friend!
Almost two mil in street value.
Give me the chance
to make it right.
I'll get your money
right now if you let me.
I'Il-I'll bring it to you
right here.
How can I trust you?
You've got my family.
Huh?
(sighs)
I've got your family.
Yeah.
(panting)
You've got one hour.
Or the kid goes first.
Okay, okay.
Come on. Okay.
Okay.
I need a gun.
(labored breathing)
PHARMACIST:
That's for your husband.
It's gonna be $30.
Once a day, only once a day.
CUSTOMER: Once a day?
Yeah. You're gonna need to get
refills on both of these.
You need to call your doctor
today
so that you can do
that for next time.
That's your paroxetine,
25 milligrams.
And, uh, you need
to take this just...
Yeah, that is... I know.
Your insurance company
will only pay for this.
And then, um, here
is your paroxetine.
It's 25 milligrams, and, um,
you're gonna want to call
your doctor because you don't
have any more refills for that.
Okay? Yeah. 25 milligrams
yeah, and then this one
is for your husband.
It's 50 milligrams.
Okay, because it's
a really high dosage.
Okay, and then, there is
your receipt, and the...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
This is an emergency.
I'm sorry, sir. You're gonna
need to wait in line.
No, l-I need albuterol.
High-Highest dosage you have.
I need it right now.
My wife is in the middle
of an asthma attack.
Perhaps you didn't hear me.
You need to wait your turn.
Look, don't mess with me, lady.
That's a powerful steroid.
I can't dispense it over
the counter without
a prescription.
Just give me
the damn medication.
(customers screaming)
Okay? Now!
Okay.
Here. Albuterol.
Five milligrams. Two boxes.
-Put it in a bag!
Put it in a bag! -Okay!
-(alarm blaring)
-No! No!
Why did you do that?
-Give me the cash
in the drawer. -Okay, okay.
-All of it! That's good.
That's good. -Here, here, here.
(alarm blaring,
sirens approaching)
Were you the one
behind the counter?
Yes.
-Was this the man
who robbed you? -No.
That's not him.
Okay, what did he look like?
Uh, he was tall and thin,
brown hair
with a little grey in it.
He kept saying that his wife
was dying from an asthma attack.
It's Andrew Nolan.
Did you see where he went?
Yeah, through the storage room
and straight out the back.
Why would Andrew Nolan
be on the run?
About to ask you
the same question.
This is one-40 Sam.
We're looking for Andrew Nolan.
He's armed and possibly on foot.
Get me air units
out here right now!
Oh, man.
Hey.
Go ahead.
(clicking)
You think I'm stupid enough
to give you a loaded gun?
She needs this.
Now.
-My money first.
-Here.
Here.
What is this, man?
What?
Tens, twenties?
There's less
than two grand here.
l-I... I promise I'll get
all of it somehow. I will.
Just-just give my wife
her medicine.
DUARTE: Huh?
She wants her medicine?
You want your medicine? Huh?
Huh? (chuckles)
(gasping loudly)
(wheezing)
(sirens wailing)
You brought the cops on us.
l-I can get you out of here.
-How?
-By plane.
I can fly you anywhere
you want to go-- Cuba,
-the Bahamas. -You have a plane?
What about the sob story
about you paying your bills?
It belongs to my former company.
The guys at the airfield
might not know
-I was laid off.
-Take me to that plane.
-She can't breathe!
-You shut up,
and you get out to that van.
(door slams shut)
(muffled gasping)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
(engine revving,
tires squealing)
(keypad beeping)
-(phone ringing)
-Yeah?
DUQUESNE: We caught a break.
Where are you?
At the front of the pharmacy.
What about you?
DUQUESNE: I'm picking you up.
Hey, what's up?
A woman had a near-miss
with an Econoline van
near Vladimir Airfield.
All right, let's go.
ANDREW: We got to get you in
the air as soon as possible.
DUARTE: Where's the pilot?
He's on... he's on his way.
Don't worry. They're pros.
MDPD. You got any planes taking
off in the next few minutes?
I got two twin-engine privates
prepping in hangar 19 right now.
Where's 19?
Down there on the right.
Get on with the tower.
No take-offs, no landings
until further notice.
You got it.
Tower, this is ground.
I got a Code Blue,
MDPD on the ground.
They'll fly you straight in,
then you're on your own.
You're going with me.
That wasn't our deal.
There is no deal.
If I get on that plane, my
wife's not gonna make it, man.
We don't have time for...
Put the gun down!
Let him go!
Drop it!
(grunts)
(gunshot)
Ahh!
DELKO: Don't move!
You keep your hands
where I can see 'em!
-It's over now.
-Ow!
(gasping)
Ah! (panting)
Just lie still. I'm gonna try
and stop the bleeding, okay?
(groaning)
-(handcuffs click)
-My-my wife and son...
...are at the Bayline Motel.
-Hey, focus on breathing.
-Come on.
-Just breathe.
-Tell them...
-Horatio.
-...I love them.
I know where they are.
They're at Bayline.
DUQUESNE: Bayline Motel.
(groaning): I'm sorry.
Just keep breathing,
come on. Hey, stay with us.
(groaning)
Come on.
Come on!
#
Are you alone?
Mm-hmm.
(garbled radio transmission)
She's unconscious. Right
away! Hurry. Fast, please.
Yes, sir.
Set the bag, 15 liters.
Okay. Hold on. Let's roll her.
-Wait. Got an airway.
-Okay.
Carotid pulse's strong.
(paramedic speaking
indistinctly)
(Ioud gasping)
(coughs)
We got her back, son.
(breathing heavily)