CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 10, Episode 13 - Terminal Velocity - full transcript
When a skydiver is murdered, the CSIs discover that he has more than 100 children and all of them are suspects.
(engines humming)
(beeping)
DIGITAL VOICE:
Approaching 10,000 feet.
Whoo!
Geronimo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!
Yeah! Whoo!
Awesome!
Yes!
Yeah!
(laughing)
I love it, whoo... whoo!
Rock star, baby, rock star!
Yeah! Yeah!
-Come on, let me see
what you got! -Uh-huh.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
This is friggin' great!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Awesome!
Yeah! Yeah! (laughs)
(whoosh)
(whoosh)
(grunts)
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! (laughs) Yeah!
(snapping)
(gasping)
Kev! Kev!
Greg! Greg!
Greg!
Greg, Greg, it won't release!
Ah, Greg!
Kev!
Oh, help me!
Greg! Greg!
Greg...!
(thud)
(siren whoops, horn honks)
Nobody's telling us anything.
We're just stopped.
Nobody's moving.
WOMAN:
We got to get out of here.
MAN: We've got to find out.
They can't keep us down here.
TRIPP: The guy came down in
the middle of the morning rush.
You get an ID, Frank?
Name's Kevin Ramsey.
Okay, we need to
clear the scene,
ladies and gentlemen;
clear the scene,
please!
NEWSCASTER: Heavy congestion
on Congress Avenue between...
Oh, my God.
WOLFE: Look at this guy.
It always fascinates me
that skin holds together
after a fall like that.
He's like a bean bag.
Every bone in his body
is broken.
Mr. Wolfe? Take a look
at these suspension lines.
They look burnt.
Horatio, this guy said
there was another parachute.
Another guy fell?
No, he looked fine to me.
After, uh, this guy
turned into a rock,
the other guy floated
off west of here.
WOLFE: I'll grab the body bag.
(siren whoops)
-Ready?
-Yeah.
One, two...
-Ow!
-Ow!
Sh... whoo!
(coughing)
(gags)
It can't be decomp, right?
Not yet?
Wow, let's turn him over.
(groans) Hold your breath.
BOTH: Ugh...
Oh, what in the...?
It's got to be acid.
Look, it's dissolving
the evidence,
and it's turning
the skin yellow.
-Do you have any ammonia?
-Yeah, um...
-You got it?
-In here, in here.
-Yeah, here it is.
-Get it on there.
Go, go, go, go, go.
-(sizzles)
-Ah...
Okay, what is that?
Looks like some kind
of sandwich baggy.
I thought it was heat
that burnt the ropes,
but really it was the acid that
came from that sandwich bag.
Dilute the acid.
Take at least a couple hours
to burn through the plastic.
(sizzling)
We're looking at a poor man's
timing device.
I think we need to figure
out who packed that chute.
REPORTER: Police activity
continues to keep both eastbound
and westbound traffic
completely stopped.
If you can take surface street
today, people,
we'd highly recommend it.
(sirens wailing)
-(branch creaking)
-TRIPP: Miami PD.
Oh, thank God.
My leg is totally
falling asleep.
Hey...
Oh, come on, guys, aren't
you going to get me down?
TRIPP: What do you know
about your partner's murder?
Murder? What?
You mean Kev?
Oh, no, what the hell, man?
Th-That was an accident.
I saw the chute fail.
I tried to get down to him,
but he was falling too fast.
How do you think I got
stuck in these trees?
See, here's the problem--
somebody sabotaged his chute.
Was it you?
No. No, everybody packs
their own chute.
It's the only way
you know it's right.
But I checked it,
-and everything was in order.
-Does that include the baggy
of acid that was shoved
in that pack?
That had to be a
little hard to miss.
Where does he store
his equipment?
We flew out of
Holmberg Airfield.
-We have lockers there.
-Okay.
Hey, where you going?
Come on, you can't just...
You can't leave me up here.
We'll know exactly
where you are.
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
DIGITAL VOICE (faintly):
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Whoa, whoa, Walter?
You hear that?
Hear what?
DIGITAL VOICE:
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Oh, yeah. Where's that
coming from?
(muffled):
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Approaching 3,010 feet.
(Iouder):
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Get this off.
(squishing)
Approaching 3,010 feet.
-Approaching... -What is this,
some kind of radio?
No, that's an audio altimeter.
Tells a skydiver their
altitude above sea level
while they're jumping.
The helmet must
have protected it.
Or did it?
We're what,
ten feet above sea level?
Shouldn't it be saying ten
instead of 3,010?
(beep)
Oh, yeah, it's set 3,000 feet
above the actual altitude.
You know, the pilot's supposed
to check this before the jump.
Some guys when they jump,
they don't pull the chute
till 2,000 feet.
Kevin must've thought
he was good,
when really he was
below the safe pull level.
This pilot's got a lot
of explaining to do.
This what you guys
call police work?
Just throw accusations at people
till something sticks?
I already told you, I don't
touch a jumper's chute.
I'm just the pilot.
As the pilot, you're responsible
for calibrating
the altimeters, is that right?
You asking me if I did my job?
I marry it to the planes
before a jump.
Well, then you must've had
a really hard time landing,
because Kevin's altimeter
was 3,000 feet
above the correct altitude.
You have any idea how much
it costs to run a business?
Fuel's killing my overhead.
A few thousand off my vertical
saves me a ton of cash.
So much for flying
the friendly skies.
These guys are trained
to pull at five thou.
-No one's gotten hurt.
-Yeah, not until now.
You call it savings.
I call it reckless endangerment.
Either way, you're under arrest.
Turn around.
-Put your hands behind
your back. -Come on.
You guys are so hot
to blame someone,
why don't you find the guy
who ruined Kevin's car?
Somebody vandalized his car?
Couple days ago, in our lot.
Had to have it towed back
to his house.
Guess what? You're still
under arrest. Let's go.
(crimescope buzzing)
Do me a favor, pop the hood.
Yeah.
(mechanical whining)
Even sounds cool.
Oh, this is a crime.
Someone tried to start
an engine fire.
Oil cap's missing.
Give me that crime light.
Smell that?
They put bleach in the oil.
Causes the engine to overheat.
(engine revs)
(popping)
(revving)
Hot engine would explain this.
Looks like burnt skin.
(sizzling)
BOA VISTA:
That little piece of skin
belongs to one Cameron Locke.
And look at this.
The vandal is the victim's kid?
They don't even have children.
They don't have kids,
but I guess Kevin does.
And I can see why
he wouldn't mention him,
'cause the kid's
only 19 years old,
and he's already on the
sexual predator list.
DELKO:
There's no listed address.
I'm gonna have Tripp
make some calls.
Okay.
(phone ringing nearby)
Yeah, Cameron Locke, please.
Hi. Yes. Do you have
a forwarding address
-for Cameron Locke?
-I'm Sergeant Tripp with MDPD.
-Do you know the whereabouts of
your nephew? -Yeah, this is...
-Sure, I'll hold. -I'm sure
he is a handful, okay.
Uh, he's living with a friend.
Hello, may I please
speak with Cameron?
My name is Leanor.
No, I am not a creditor.
(chuckles)
I wanted to let him know,
his dear aunt has passed away,
and she has left him some money.
Cancer.
Oh, that would be great.
Thank you so much.
Okay, bless you.
He's living at a playhouse.
Excuse me,
could you show me
Cameron Locke, please?
Thank you.
Hey, what are you
doing with that knife
and those parachute lines?
I'm making a prop.
We're doing a play.
PD.
(laughs) What the hell?
You here to stick
another made-up charge
on me like the last one?
So that wasn't
indecent exposure?
I just took a whiz
behind the theater here,
and now I'm
some kind of pervert.
Yeah, well,
I got proof on this one.
That burn on your arm--
you vandalized
Kevin Ramsey's car.
He was murdered this morning.
Sounds like, to me,
you got daddy issues.
Daddy issues?
Guy isn't my dad.
Just 'cause you drop
your stuff in a cup
doesn't make you
father of the year.
You saying Kevin
was a sperm donor?
He got 200 bucks; I got life.
I thought donors' names
were confidential.
Fertility clinic
has this Web site
where DK's can find each other.
What's a "DK"?
Donor kids.
I put in his donor tag
and came up with his name.
I was hoping
he'd help his kid out.
Are you Kevin Ramsey?
Yeah. Do I know you?
Kind of. I'm your donor kid.
MRS. RAMSEY: Kevin, honey,
I need your help in here.
Name's Cameron.
-Kevin!
-Yeah, hey, it's, uh...
it's good to meet you--
you said Cameron?
But, uh, Cameron,
I'm afraid this...
this really isn't a good time.
You got time for your car.
You don't have time
for your long-Iost son?
Look, some-some other time.
All right?
I appreciate you reaching out,
but you should go home.
It's because I'm gay, right?
Not the sort of son
you thought you'd have.
MRS. RAMSEY: Kevin! Kevin!
(sighs)
G-Go!
-(sighs)
-MRS. RAMSEY: Kevin!
So, what, then you killed him?
I just spiked his car;
I didn't kill the douche.
Sounds like a confession to me.
I said I didn't kill him.
You admitted
to destruction of property.
I might add murder to that list,
how about that?
Turn around.
Hands behind your back.
(handcuffs click)
#
WOLFE: Oh!
Take a look at this.
These little bits
of brain in here.
(high-pitched whirring)
Well, the back
of this guy's T-shirt
looks like he just got out
of a Poison concert.
(chuckles)
Hey, Walter, when are
you and I going up?
Up? Up where?
Up in an airplane.
When are we gonna jump
-out of an airplane together?
-No. No, no, no.
-No? -No. The parachute
is made for when
the plane is crashing.
You see, jumping out of
a good one is just stupid.
Oh, you're being such a baby.
You know, statistically
it's actually pretty safe.
Let's ask Kevin how safe it is.
Kevin? K...
That's right, Kevin's dead.
Walter, too soon.
Too... too soon, too soon.
Speaking of which,
I'm not finding
any evidence of Cameron
on the pack or the chute.
That's okay, I think I just did.
That look mucousy to you?
It looks like
somebody spit on him.
-(spits)
-And I bet it's got
Cameron's name
written all over it.
#
Hey. We did not get
a hit in CODIS,
but Walter was half right.
What do you mean? How can he
be half right about DNA?
The saliva doesn't
belong to Cameron,
it belongs to his half-brother.
So Kevin's got to have
other kids out there.
How many kids
can one donor have?
I guess as many times
as you can donate.
It only means 200
bucks a pop to him.
All right, well, if Cameron
found Kevin on the Web site,
-maybe we can find the other kid
online, too. -Yeah.
So, I spoke to Dr. Purwin
at the fertility clinic,
and he said this is the
Web site that Cameron used.
It's the sibling registry.
Oh, yeah, I've heard of those.
The clinic set them up
so that the kids of the donors
-could find each other
after they turn 18. -Yeah, but
they don't use the donor's name,
they use his number.
And here's Kevin's--
it's 40385.
Can you imagine not
knowing how many kids
you've got running
around out there?
They're not his kids;
they're not his responsibility.
Oh! Spoken like a single dude.
(laughs)
-Oh, my God.
-That's the point.
That's why he signed away his
rights-- so he wouldn't have to.
-That's the deal.
-Well, legally, yeah, legally.
But, you know, there's a
higher law at work here.
Okay, if the kids don't
show up, then fine.
But what if your kids
show up at your door?
How can you just walk away
from your own flesh and blood?
If the kid had my nose,
I'd be able to.
(laughing)
I think it's cute.
What's this "103"?
Uh...
that's how many kids Kevin has.
He has 103 kids?!
That's 103 suspects. (scoffs)
(motor roaring)
?Madre de Dios!
His boys can swim, huh?
(whispers): 103 kids.
-That means we have
103 suspects. -(sighs) Wow.
Okay, maybe it's not that bad,
'cause there's a couple
of posts on there.
Hit that one, that one.
"If you're looking
for good old Dad,
"his name is Kevin Ramsey.
But don't bother,
the guy's a jerk."
All right, so this guy
outed him, and that's how
-the other kids knew his name.
-Scott Vance.
We're gonna have to
compare Scott Vance's DNA
to the contribution
left on Kevin's T-shirt.
Okay. I'm on it.
That means you have
to tell the wife.
Wow.
I don't understand-- 102 kids?
It's 103, actually.
You live with a man
for 20 years.
You think one of these
kids murdered Kevin?
Mrs. Ramsey, did
you ever meet anybody
who introduced themselves
to you as, uh...
one of Kevin's
sons or daughters?
(sighs)
(wry laugh, sobs)
You all right?
Actually... I am.
(laughs)
I'm older than Kevin,
and when we got married,
I told him I didn't
want any kids,
and I just can't stop
thinking that...
there's nothing left of him.
But now...
...there's still a whole part
of him out there. (laughs)
Do his donor kids look like him?
Do you have any photographs?
I'll tell you what, Mrs. Ramsey,
we'll take this step by step,
and when we're done
with the process...
(sighs)
maybe we can arrange something
where you could meet
some of Kevin's children.
Does that sound all right?
Yes, of course. I... (sniffles)
Thank you for letting me know.
You're welcome.
CAINE: Mrs. Vance, are you
aware that Scott posted
a threatening comment against
our victim, Kevin Ramsey?
I'm sorry, Lieutenant,
I don't know a Kevin Ramsey.
But Scott does.
Don't you, Scott?
Scott, who is he?
He's your son's
biological father.
What?!
Mom, I'm sorry. I only met him
a couple of times.
Scott, you went behind my back!
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you'd freak out,
like you're doing now.
How'd you find him, son?
I was just messing around
in a computer lab.
I hacked the clinic's files.
When I found his name,
I... I thought it'd be cool
to meet my dad.
Sorry, but just because
we share biology,
doesn't make me your dad.
You understand?
Yeah, man. Get it.
Hey.
Your board's old-school.
I don't see a lot
like that around anymore.
Yeah, I'm into the retro stuff.
I started skating
on one just like it.
Cool.
Then he said we
shouldn't meet anymore.
I think the dad thing
spooked him.
That's... why I left the post.
I was mad.
I... I haven't seen
him in over a month.
That's not altogether true,
is it, Scott?
Kevin was murdered
this morning, Scott.
BOA VISTA: We found your
saliva on the T-shirt
he was wearing when
he was murdered.
Wha... l-I didn't do that.
l-I was with my mom.
Mom, tell them.
Scott's telling the truth.
We were at a parent- teacher
conference. Call his school.
We will. But in the meantime, do
you mind if I take a DNA test?
Go ahead, sure.
Open.
#
BOA VISTA: Okay, so Scott's DNA
does match the saliva
on Kevin's T-shirt.
But I called the school,
and they said the kid was there.
So, he couldn't have been
in two places at once.
I don't know... I mean, I know
this is kind of out there,
but there's only
one other explanation.
A twin.
But it would have
to be an identical.
And the records show
that she only had one son.
Okay, you know what?
Talk to her alone.
This is insane-- Scott
does not have a twin brother.
DNA doesn't lie.
So if Scott
doesn't have a brother,
he's guilty of murder.
I cannot believe
this is happening!
Well, did you give birth
to Scott yourself?
I used a surrogate.
I was single. I had a career.
I had to keep working.
Okay, were you there
when he was born?
No, it was
an emergency C-section.
They handed Scott to me
when I arrived at the hospital.
The doctor never said anything
about a twin.
We need to talk
to that surrogate.
(siren blaring in distance)
I'm sorry. Which family
are you referring to?
Uh, how many families
have you been a surrogate for?
I've given birth to 14 babies.
Is there a limit?
Why would there be?
Lord blessed me with easy
births, so it's my calling
to help as many
families as I can.
Well, we're only interested
in Jill Vance's children.
We understand
that she had twins.
Twins?
I don't remember
giving birth to twins.
But then, that one
was a long time ago.
I'm sorry. You can't remember
giving birth to twins?
Considering that you're
the birth mother...
(thudding nearby)
I thought you said
you were alone.
(dogs barking nearby)
(dogs barking loudly)
(growling and barking)
(mechanical whirring)
(barking continues)
Freeze! Put it down!
Put it down!
(whirring stops)
Scott.
Who's Scott?
l-I'm Trent.
Don't say anything, Trent.
TRENT: Why? What are
they doing here?
I guess we're here
looking for you.
BOA VISTA:
He looks just like Scott.
Please don't take
my son away from me.
I don't think he's yours.
-That's my son.
-He's my son.
-I raised him.
-No! You stole him!
No, I didn't!
You paid for one.
That's what you got.
I'm not rich like you.
l-I couldn't afford a donor
or a doctor.
I just wanted a child of my own.
-Ms. Vance, please go sit down.
-OFFICER: Come on.
Don't worry, Trent.
I'Il-I'll be right here.
-OFFICER: Okay, let's go.
-Okay, Mom.
WOLFE: Come on.
(sighs)
Please sit down.
Can I use the bathroom?
Yeah.
Here, I'll take him.
Go ahead, that way.
(toilet flushing)
(sighs)
-(sighs)
-(water running)
(turns off faucet)
Hey.
This is weird.
Yeah.
You kill our donor dad?
Well, one of us spit on him.
Yeah. I guess I did that.
Why?
That's a good question, Scott.
What, you were listening?
You can't do that.
WOLFE: Anything you say in a
police station is admissible
in a court, even if
it's in the bathroom.
Let's go, Trent.
WOLFE: So, Trent, why
didn't you inform us as to
why you decided
to spit on Kevin?
Look, can I get a glass of water
or something?
No, you can't have
a glass of water.
Answer the question.
So, this is like torture?
No food or water until I talk.
This is not a joke.
You're a primary suspect
in your father's murder.
Look, I just need
a glass of water.
Are you on something?
Are you sick?
Your eyes are jaundiced.
Do you have a liver problem?
I guess I have this thing
called Wilson disease.
It's genetic.
Body's inability
to process copper,
causes liver failure.
And you inherited this
from Kevin?
Doctor said I need a transplant,
but we can't afford
the insurance.
And that's
why you went after him.
Look, I am
sorry I did that, but he was
the best chance I had.
(clears throat) Dad?
(sighs) Look, I told you
last week, I don't think
it's a good idea if we hang out
anymore, all right?
Yeah. I wasn't here last week.
I've never seen you before.
I'm gonna tell you
what I tell them.
I'm not your dad, all right?
I'm a guy who needed rent money
in college.
Fine, but I'm not here for that.
(sighs)
I'm sick.
I... I need a transplant.
So, wait. You want...
like, my kidney, or...?
Liver.
Just part of it.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
l-I don't... I don't think so.
You'd... You'd be
a perfect match.
Yeah. I'm...
I'm not gonna do that.
Man, I'm gonna die!
Yeah. I am sorry.
I don't think so.
(spits)
Did you kill him?
Listen, you got
handed a bad hand.
You're 17 years old.
You'll be tried as a minor.
Then the jail doctors
would have to treat me, right?
Yeah, I killed him.
I murdered my dad.
(sighs)
WOLFE:
It's a false confession.
Trent's just looking
for a free treatment.
The problem is, Kevin passed on
his bad genes to 103 kids.
Odds are, there's some
angry ones out there
who want to speak to him.
So, what we need
to do is find out
if anyone else
has contacted the clinic.
(sirens blaring)
(indistinct PA announcement)
(garbled radio transmission)
Excuse me, gentlemen?
What the hell are you doing?
You're scaring my clients.
Well, they should be scared,
Doctor.
We have a court order
to shut you down.
Shut me down for what?
DELKO:
Why don't you take your pick?
Fraud, kidnapping.
We know about your deal
to hide the Vance twin.
SIMMONS: Yeah, and don't
forget murder. You knew
Kevin Ramsey was passing off
Wilson disease to his offspring.
You can't hold me accountable
for that.
We aren't required
to screen for Wilson.
Chances of it manifesting
in a child are almost nil.
Well, when the donor
has a hundred kids,
those chances grow
exponentially, Doc.
DELKO: Anyone contact you
regarding Kevin Ramsey?
SIMMONS: Come on,
Doc, give it up!
We're gonna read it
in your files anyway,
so you might as
well tell us now.
Someone has been calling,
angry about selecting Kevin
as their donor.
Any idea who this person is?
No, but one of our specimen
vaults was broken into today.
All of his samples
were destroyed.
Don't you keep the door locked?
Not during the day.
Get him out of here, Perez.
(crimescope buzzing)
(sizzling)
(clinking)
What do we have here?
DUQUESNE: Your strange
substance is... drum roll...
Vegetable oil,
virgin wheat germ oil
and benzoin extract.
Here.
It's the ingredients
for something called
Invisible Fingers.
I don't even want to say
what that sounds like.
"Smear it on your hands
"to create an invisible
layer of protection
against harsh elements
and chemicals."
I bet it's also used to
cover up fingerprints.
People would never know
you had it on your hands.
SIMMONS: Yeah, it also
protected their hands
while they handled the vials
in the cryo-lab.
Who knows about this stuff?
It's on an airplane
mechanic's Web site.
You know, we met a pilot today.
He messed around
with Kevin's altimeter.
Um...
-Was it Arnie Tish?
-Yeah.
He made bail an hour ago.
-Thanks.
-Yeah.
H?
#
CAINE: Arnie?
Arnie?
Stay where you are! Arnie!
Stay where you are, Arnie!
Stop!
(jet engines roaring)
(fabric tearing)
(mechanical whirring)
(engines roaring)
(door rattling open)
#
DELKO:
So you killed him this morning,
then you went to the lab,
destroyed all of his samples.
Like you wanted
to wipe Kevin Ramsey
off the face of the earth.
CAINE: I'm guessing that
this is why.
DELKO: Records show, Arnie,
that 14 years ago, your wife
used Kevin as a donor.
Your daughter's dead, isn't she?
From Wilson disease.
Do you know what it's like
to hear them scream in pain,
and you can't do a thing?
To see their face
swollen and yellow?
That's all I remember
of Kyla now.
This donor guy never told the
lab he had that disease.
He killed her.
So when you altered
Kevin's altimeter,
you weren't saving fuel.
You wanted him to open
his parachute too late.
Yeah, but he jumped
before I dropped low enough.
-(engines roaring)
-KEVIN: Whoo!
What the hell you doing, Ramsey?
I'm not at altitude yet.
Geronimo!
I failed her.
I failed my little girl.
The acid did work.
You sabotaged his chute.
I wasn't lying about that.
I never touched his chute.
DELKO: You're saying
you didn't kill Kevin?
I wish to God I had.
And when you find out
who did it,
you can thank 'em for me.
SIMMONS: So, you believe Tish?
Well, I think if he was lying
he wouldn't have admitted
to attempted murder.
But I don't know.
A sick kid's a powerful motive.
I think we're on to something.
Well, we have that
list of his other kids.
I'll get on
tracking them down.
I'm not talking about kids,
I'm talking about parents.
We know surrogate mom
would do anything for Trent.
Yeah, but we don't have
anything to hit her with.
-(glass shatters)
-DUQUESNE: Ah! Damn it!
DELKO: Hey, what happened?
I was pouring nitric acid,
-and some splashed onto my arm.
-Grab the ammonia.
All right.
Okay, you all right?
SIMMONS: Calleigh, what
were you working on here?
DUQUESNE: I was timing
to see how fast the acid
would eat through the baggies
at different concentrations.
Oh, that's smart.
Then we'd have a timeline
of when the killer
put the acid in the pack.
I don't know if we're gonna
need it; look at my arm.
I think I found the smoking gun.
Nitric acid
turns the skin yellow;
ammonia turns it orange.
Killer would've had
these stains on their hands.
Yeah. Walter,
I think we just got
something to hit
our surrogate with.
(seabirds calling)
(switch clicks on,
crimescope buzzing)
Eric, will you take
a look at that?
(switch clicks off)
Those from scrubbing off
orange stains, Ms. Burton?
What are you talking about?
Talking about the reaction
on your hands to nitric acid.
DELKO: From when you sabotaged
Kevin's parachute.
I don't know what...
nitro acid is.
This is from bleach.
I take in laundry
to make some extra money.
I already told you,
I never met Trent's donor.
Can I see my son now?
Please?
BOA VISTA: Jessica Wyatt?
Yes?
I'm gonna need to take
a look at your hands.
l-I don't even
know why I'm here.
A CSI Simmons told me to
come down but didn't say why.
Because on October 18, 2011,
you accessed the Purwin Clinic's
sibling registry
looking for your donor dad.
Kevin Ramsey. Yeah?
He was murdered this morning.
And we know that you
had contact with him.
I...
I never...
I never had contact with him.
We accessed your phone records.
We know that you talked
to him on January 7.
But I didn't talk to him.
Who did you talk to
for ten minutes, then?
His wife.
You talked to his wife?
You talked to Mrs. Ramsey?
Did you tell her
that you were his kid?
Yeah. Told her he had, like,
a hundred others, too.
I wanted to leave him a message,
but she freaked.
Told me to never call again.
But you're sure
that it was his wife?
Yeah. My husband this,
my husband that.
"You stay away from my husband."
(dialing phone)
Ryan, when you talked
to Mrs. Ramsey,
she said she didn't know
about the kids, right?
Okay, we're gonna need to get
her back in here really fast.
Yeah, just-just make up
something, anything.
Okay.
Thank you for coming back,
Mrs. Ramsey.
They told me I could
collect my husband's body.
Does this mean that...
you found out who did this?
Well, we are still working
a lead, but we're close.
I just need you
to sign this form
to release his body
to the funeral home.
(chuckles): Thought I had
a pen in here, but...
(click)
Oh.
Yes.
Thank you.
(clears throat softly)
Tough to get those
stains out, isn't it?
So this means that...
I'm your lead.
How did you know to use
nitric acid, Mrs. Ramsey?
Well...
I taught high school chemistry
before I met Kevin.
(plane engines roaring nearby)
BOA VISTA: And when CSI Wolfe
told you about the kids,
you pretended not to know.
But you found out a month ago
when his daughter told you.
Is that why you killed him,
because he lied?
I killed him...
...because he lied to me
every day of my marriage.
How does someone who
says that they're sterile
have, like,
a hundred kids, Kevin?
Look, that was back
in college. I...
No. See,
I spoke with your doctor,
and he told me
that you had a vasectomy
after we were married.
So, you never
wanted kids, did you?
(sighs)
Meredith...
I'm sorry.
So all those years of trying,
of you making me believe that
I was going to be a mother,
all that's just a lie?
Because you don't see what I do.
We're great together.
I don't want kids
to mess that up.
We can do anything we want.
No. (wry chuckle)
You can.
It's too late for me now.
So you did want
to have children.
Yes.
That's why I
married a younger man.
So that he could
keep up with the kids.
(quiet chuckle)
But it was just all
skydiving to him,
and car racing.
Whatever he wanted to do,
whenever he wanted to do it.
Oh, so you made sure
that's what killed him.
He took my best years.
So, yes.
(garbled radio chatter)
Mr. Tish?
Yeah?
This belongs to you.
Thanks.
BOA VISTA: We got you a van
to take you guys home.
-Can I ask you something
about my brother? -Sure.
I overheard you talking earlier,
and he's really sick, isn't he?
Yeah, Trent needs
a liver transplant.
He's on the donor list,
but it doesn't...
it doesn't look good.
Unfortunately, there was
only one van, so... sorry,
you're gonna have to share.
(engine starts)
We got a dozen MDPD vans
and only one available?
So weird, right?
Almost like they were supposed
to be in that van together.
(beeping)
DIGITAL VOICE:
Approaching 10,000 feet.
Whoo!
Geronimo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!
Yeah! Whoo!
Awesome!
Yes!
Yeah!
(laughing)
I love it, whoo... whoo!
Rock star, baby, rock star!
Yeah! Yeah!
-Come on, let me see
what you got! -Uh-huh.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
This is friggin' great!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Awesome!
Yeah! Yeah! (laughs)
(whoosh)
(whoosh)
(grunts)
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! (laughs) Yeah!
(snapping)
(gasping)
Kev! Kev!
Greg! Greg!
Greg!
Greg, Greg, it won't release!
Ah, Greg!
Kev!
Oh, help me!
Greg! Greg!
Greg...!
(thud)
(siren whoops, horn honks)
Nobody's telling us anything.
We're just stopped.
Nobody's moving.
WOMAN:
We got to get out of here.
MAN: We've got to find out.
They can't keep us down here.
TRIPP: The guy came down in
the middle of the morning rush.
You get an ID, Frank?
Name's Kevin Ramsey.
Okay, we need to
clear the scene,
ladies and gentlemen;
clear the scene,
please!
NEWSCASTER: Heavy congestion
on Congress Avenue between...
Oh, my God.
WOLFE: Look at this guy.
It always fascinates me
that skin holds together
after a fall like that.
He's like a bean bag.
Every bone in his body
is broken.
Mr. Wolfe? Take a look
at these suspension lines.
They look burnt.
Horatio, this guy said
there was another parachute.
Another guy fell?
No, he looked fine to me.
After, uh, this guy
turned into a rock,
the other guy floated
off west of here.
WOLFE: I'll grab the body bag.
(siren whoops)
-Ready?
-Yeah.
One, two...
-Ow!
-Ow!
Sh... whoo!
(coughing)
(gags)
It can't be decomp, right?
Not yet?
Wow, let's turn him over.
(groans) Hold your breath.
BOTH: Ugh...
Oh, what in the...?
It's got to be acid.
Look, it's dissolving
the evidence,
and it's turning
the skin yellow.
-Do you have any ammonia?
-Yeah, um...
-You got it?
-In here, in here.
-Yeah, here it is.
-Get it on there.
Go, go, go, go, go.
-(sizzles)
-Ah...
Okay, what is that?
Looks like some kind
of sandwich baggy.
I thought it was heat
that burnt the ropes,
but really it was the acid that
came from that sandwich bag.
Dilute the acid.
Take at least a couple hours
to burn through the plastic.
(sizzling)
We're looking at a poor man's
timing device.
I think we need to figure
out who packed that chute.
REPORTER: Police activity
continues to keep both eastbound
and westbound traffic
completely stopped.
If you can take surface street
today, people,
we'd highly recommend it.
(sirens wailing)
-(branch creaking)
-TRIPP: Miami PD.
Oh, thank God.
My leg is totally
falling asleep.
Hey...
Oh, come on, guys, aren't
you going to get me down?
TRIPP: What do you know
about your partner's murder?
Murder? What?
You mean Kev?
Oh, no, what the hell, man?
Th-That was an accident.
I saw the chute fail.
I tried to get down to him,
but he was falling too fast.
How do you think I got
stuck in these trees?
See, here's the problem--
somebody sabotaged his chute.
Was it you?
No. No, everybody packs
their own chute.
It's the only way
you know it's right.
But I checked it,
-and everything was in order.
-Does that include the baggy
of acid that was shoved
in that pack?
That had to be a
little hard to miss.
Where does he store
his equipment?
We flew out of
Holmberg Airfield.
-We have lockers there.
-Okay.
Hey, where you going?
Come on, you can't just...
You can't leave me up here.
We'll know exactly
where you are.
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
DIGITAL VOICE (faintly):
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Whoa, whoa, Walter?
You hear that?
Hear what?
DIGITAL VOICE:
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Oh, yeah. Where's that
coming from?
(muffled):
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Approaching 3,010 feet.
(Iouder):
Approaching 3,010 feet.
Get this off.
(squishing)
Approaching 3,010 feet.
-Approaching... -What is this,
some kind of radio?
No, that's an audio altimeter.
Tells a skydiver their
altitude above sea level
while they're jumping.
The helmet must
have protected it.
Or did it?
We're what,
ten feet above sea level?
Shouldn't it be saying ten
instead of 3,010?
(beep)
Oh, yeah, it's set 3,000 feet
above the actual altitude.
You know, the pilot's supposed
to check this before the jump.
Some guys when they jump,
they don't pull the chute
till 2,000 feet.
Kevin must've thought
he was good,
when really he was
below the safe pull level.
This pilot's got a lot
of explaining to do.
This what you guys
call police work?
Just throw accusations at people
till something sticks?
I already told you, I don't
touch a jumper's chute.
I'm just the pilot.
As the pilot, you're responsible
for calibrating
the altimeters, is that right?
You asking me if I did my job?
I marry it to the planes
before a jump.
Well, then you must've had
a really hard time landing,
because Kevin's altimeter
was 3,000 feet
above the correct altitude.
You have any idea how much
it costs to run a business?
Fuel's killing my overhead.
A few thousand off my vertical
saves me a ton of cash.
So much for flying
the friendly skies.
These guys are trained
to pull at five thou.
-No one's gotten hurt.
-Yeah, not until now.
You call it savings.
I call it reckless endangerment.
Either way, you're under arrest.
Turn around.
-Put your hands behind
your back. -Come on.
You guys are so hot
to blame someone,
why don't you find the guy
who ruined Kevin's car?
Somebody vandalized his car?
Couple days ago, in our lot.
Had to have it towed back
to his house.
Guess what? You're still
under arrest. Let's go.
(crimescope buzzing)
Do me a favor, pop the hood.
Yeah.
(mechanical whining)
Even sounds cool.
Oh, this is a crime.
Someone tried to start
an engine fire.
Oil cap's missing.
Give me that crime light.
Smell that?
They put bleach in the oil.
Causes the engine to overheat.
(engine revs)
(popping)
(revving)
Hot engine would explain this.
Looks like burnt skin.
(sizzling)
BOA VISTA:
That little piece of skin
belongs to one Cameron Locke.
And look at this.
The vandal is the victim's kid?
They don't even have children.
They don't have kids,
but I guess Kevin does.
And I can see why
he wouldn't mention him,
'cause the kid's
only 19 years old,
and he's already on the
sexual predator list.
DELKO:
There's no listed address.
I'm gonna have Tripp
make some calls.
Okay.
(phone ringing nearby)
Yeah, Cameron Locke, please.
Hi. Yes. Do you have
a forwarding address
-for Cameron Locke?
-I'm Sergeant Tripp with MDPD.
-Do you know the whereabouts of
your nephew? -Yeah, this is...
-Sure, I'll hold. -I'm sure
he is a handful, okay.
Uh, he's living with a friend.
Hello, may I please
speak with Cameron?
My name is Leanor.
No, I am not a creditor.
(chuckles)
I wanted to let him know,
his dear aunt has passed away,
and she has left him some money.
Cancer.
Oh, that would be great.
Thank you so much.
Okay, bless you.
He's living at a playhouse.
Excuse me,
could you show me
Cameron Locke, please?
Thank you.
Hey, what are you
doing with that knife
and those parachute lines?
I'm making a prop.
We're doing a play.
PD.
(laughs) What the hell?
You here to stick
another made-up charge
on me like the last one?
So that wasn't
indecent exposure?
I just took a whiz
behind the theater here,
and now I'm
some kind of pervert.
Yeah, well,
I got proof on this one.
That burn on your arm--
you vandalized
Kevin Ramsey's car.
He was murdered this morning.
Sounds like, to me,
you got daddy issues.
Daddy issues?
Guy isn't my dad.
Just 'cause you drop
your stuff in a cup
doesn't make you
father of the year.
You saying Kevin
was a sperm donor?
He got 200 bucks; I got life.
I thought donors' names
were confidential.
Fertility clinic
has this Web site
where DK's can find each other.
What's a "DK"?
Donor kids.
I put in his donor tag
and came up with his name.
I was hoping
he'd help his kid out.
Are you Kevin Ramsey?
Yeah. Do I know you?
Kind of. I'm your donor kid.
MRS. RAMSEY: Kevin, honey,
I need your help in here.
Name's Cameron.
-Kevin!
-Yeah, hey, it's, uh...
it's good to meet you--
you said Cameron?
But, uh, Cameron,
I'm afraid this...
this really isn't a good time.
You got time for your car.
You don't have time
for your long-Iost son?
Look, some-some other time.
All right?
I appreciate you reaching out,
but you should go home.
It's because I'm gay, right?
Not the sort of son
you thought you'd have.
MRS. RAMSEY: Kevin! Kevin!
(sighs)
G-Go!
-(sighs)
-MRS. RAMSEY: Kevin!
So, what, then you killed him?
I just spiked his car;
I didn't kill the douche.
Sounds like a confession to me.
I said I didn't kill him.
You admitted
to destruction of property.
I might add murder to that list,
how about that?
Turn around.
Hands behind your back.
(handcuffs click)
#
WOLFE: Oh!
Take a look at this.
These little bits
of brain in here.
(high-pitched whirring)
Well, the back
of this guy's T-shirt
looks like he just got out
of a Poison concert.
(chuckles)
Hey, Walter, when are
you and I going up?
Up? Up where?
Up in an airplane.
When are we gonna jump
-out of an airplane together?
-No. No, no, no.
-No? -No. The parachute
is made for when
the plane is crashing.
You see, jumping out of
a good one is just stupid.
Oh, you're being such a baby.
You know, statistically
it's actually pretty safe.
Let's ask Kevin how safe it is.
Kevin? K...
That's right, Kevin's dead.
Walter, too soon.
Too... too soon, too soon.
Speaking of which,
I'm not finding
any evidence of Cameron
on the pack or the chute.
That's okay, I think I just did.
That look mucousy to you?
It looks like
somebody spit on him.
-(spits)
-And I bet it's got
Cameron's name
written all over it.
#
Hey. We did not get
a hit in CODIS,
but Walter was half right.
What do you mean? How can he
be half right about DNA?
The saliva doesn't
belong to Cameron,
it belongs to his half-brother.
So Kevin's got to have
other kids out there.
How many kids
can one donor have?
I guess as many times
as you can donate.
It only means 200
bucks a pop to him.
All right, well, if Cameron
found Kevin on the Web site,
-maybe we can find the other kid
online, too. -Yeah.
So, I spoke to Dr. Purwin
at the fertility clinic,
and he said this is the
Web site that Cameron used.
It's the sibling registry.
Oh, yeah, I've heard of those.
The clinic set them up
so that the kids of the donors
-could find each other
after they turn 18. -Yeah, but
they don't use the donor's name,
they use his number.
And here's Kevin's--
it's 40385.
Can you imagine not
knowing how many kids
you've got running
around out there?
They're not his kids;
they're not his responsibility.
Oh! Spoken like a single dude.
(laughs)
-Oh, my God.
-That's the point.
That's why he signed away his
rights-- so he wouldn't have to.
-That's the deal.
-Well, legally, yeah, legally.
But, you know, there's a
higher law at work here.
Okay, if the kids don't
show up, then fine.
But what if your kids
show up at your door?
How can you just walk away
from your own flesh and blood?
If the kid had my nose,
I'd be able to.
(laughing)
I think it's cute.
What's this "103"?
Uh...
that's how many kids Kevin has.
He has 103 kids?!
That's 103 suspects. (scoffs)
(motor roaring)
?Madre de Dios!
His boys can swim, huh?
(whispers): 103 kids.
-That means we have
103 suspects. -(sighs) Wow.
Okay, maybe it's not that bad,
'cause there's a couple
of posts on there.
Hit that one, that one.
"If you're looking
for good old Dad,
"his name is Kevin Ramsey.
But don't bother,
the guy's a jerk."
All right, so this guy
outed him, and that's how
-the other kids knew his name.
-Scott Vance.
We're gonna have to
compare Scott Vance's DNA
to the contribution
left on Kevin's T-shirt.
Okay. I'm on it.
That means you have
to tell the wife.
Wow.
I don't understand-- 102 kids?
It's 103, actually.
You live with a man
for 20 years.
You think one of these
kids murdered Kevin?
Mrs. Ramsey, did
you ever meet anybody
who introduced themselves
to you as, uh...
one of Kevin's
sons or daughters?
(sighs)
(wry laugh, sobs)
You all right?
Actually... I am.
(laughs)
I'm older than Kevin,
and when we got married,
I told him I didn't
want any kids,
and I just can't stop
thinking that...
there's nothing left of him.
But now...
...there's still a whole part
of him out there. (laughs)
Do his donor kids look like him?
Do you have any photographs?
I'll tell you what, Mrs. Ramsey,
we'll take this step by step,
and when we're done
with the process...
(sighs)
maybe we can arrange something
where you could meet
some of Kevin's children.
Does that sound all right?
Yes, of course. I... (sniffles)
Thank you for letting me know.
You're welcome.
CAINE: Mrs. Vance, are you
aware that Scott posted
a threatening comment against
our victim, Kevin Ramsey?
I'm sorry, Lieutenant,
I don't know a Kevin Ramsey.
But Scott does.
Don't you, Scott?
Scott, who is he?
He's your son's
biological father.
What?!
Mom, I'm sorry. I only met him
a couple of times.
Scott, you went behind my back!
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you'd freak out,
like you're doing now.
How'd you find him, son?
I was just messing around
in a computer lab.
I hacked the clinic's files.
When I found his name,
I... I thought it'd be cool
to meet my dad.
Sorry, but just because
we share biology,
doesn't make me your dad.
You understand?
Yeah, man. Get it.
Hey.
Your board's old-school.
I don't see a lot
like that around anymore.
Yeah, I'm into the retro stuff.
I started skating
on one just like it.
Cool.
Then he said we
shouldn't meet anymore.
I think the dad thing
spooked him.
That's... why I left the post.
I was mad.
I... I haven't seen
him in over a month.
That's not altogether true,
is it, Scott?
Kevin was murdered
this morning, Scott.
BOA VISTA: We found your
saliva on the T-shirt
he was wearing when
he was murdered.
Wha... l-I didn't do that.
l-I was with my mom.
Mom, tell them.
Scott's telling the truth.
We were at a parent- teacher
conference. Call his school.
We will. But in the meantime, do
you mind if I take a DNA test?
Go ahead, sure.
Open.
#
BOA VISTA: Okay, so Scott's DNA
does match the saliva
on Kevin's T-shirt.
But I called the school,
and they said the kid was there.
So, he couldn't have been
in two places at once.
I don't know... I mean, I know
this is kind of out there,
but there's only
one other explanation.
A twin.
But it would have
to be an identical.
And the records show
that she only had one son.
Okay, you know what?
Talk to her alone.
This is insane-- Scott
does not have a twin brother.
DNA doesn't lie.
So if Scott
doesn't have a brother,
he's guilty of murder.
I cannot believe
this is happening!
Well, did you give birth
to Scott yourself?
I used a surrogate.
I was single. I had a career.
I had to keep working.
Okay, were you there
when he was born?
No, it was
an emergency C-section.
They handed Scott to me
when I arrived at the hospital.
The doctor never said anything
about a twin.
We need to talk
to that surrogate.
(siren blaring in distance)
I'm sorry. Which family
are you referring to?
Uh, how many families
have you been a surrogate for?
I've given birth to 14 babies.
Is there a limit?
Why would there be?
Lord blessed me with easy
births, so it's my calling
to help as many
families as I can.
Well, we're only interested
in Jill Vance's children.
We understand
that she had twins.
Twins?
I don't remember
giving birth to twins.
But then, that one
was a long time ago.
I'm sorry. You can't remember
giving birth to twins?
Considering that you're
the birth mother...
(thudding nearby)
I thought you said
you were alone.
(dogs barking nearby)
(dogs barking loudly)
(growling and barking)
(mechanical whirring)
(barking continues)
Freeze! Put it down!
Put it down!
(whirring stops)
Scott.
Who's Scott?
l-I'm Trent.
Don't say anything, Trent.
TRENT: Why? What are
they doing here?
I guess we're here
looking for you.
BOA VISTA:
He looks just like Scott.
Please don't take
my son away from me.
I don't think he's yours.
-That's my son.
-He's my son.
-I raised him.
-No! You stole him!
No, I didn't!
You paid for one.
That's what you got.
I'm not rich like you.
l-I couldn't afford a donor
or a doctor.
I just wanted a child of my own.
-Ms. Vance, please go sit down.
-OFFICER: Come on.
Don't worry, Trent.
I'Il-I'll be right here.
-OFFICER: Okay, let's go.
-Okay, Mom.
WOLFE: Come on.
(sighs)
Please sit down.
Can I use the bathroom?
Yeah.
Here, I'll take him.
Go ahead, that way.
(toilet flushing)
(sighs)
-(sighs)
-(water running)
(turns off faucet)
Hey.
This is weird.
Yeah.
You kill our donor dad?
Well, one of us spit on him.
Yeah. I guess I did that.
Why?
That's a good question, Scott.
What, you were listening?
You can't do that.
WOLFE: Anything you say in a
police station is admissible
in a court, even if
it's in the bathroom.
Let's go, Trent.
WOLFE: So, Trent, why
didn't you inform us as to
why you decided
to spit on Kevin?
Look, can I get a glass of water
or something?
No, you can't have
a glass of water.
Answer the question.
So, this is like torture?
No food or water until I talk.
This is not a joke.
You're a primary suspect
in your father's murder.
Look, I just need
a glass of water.
Are you on something?
Are you sick?
Your eyes are jaundiced.
Do you have a liver problem?
I guess I have this thing
called Wilson disease.
It's genetic.
Body's inability
to process copper,
causes liver failure.
And you inherited this
from Kevin?
Doctor said I need a transplant,
but we can't afford
the insurance.
And that's
why you went after him.
Look, I am
sorry I did that, but he was
the best chance I had.
(clears throat) Dad?
(sighs) Look, I told you
last week, I don't think
it's a good idea if we hang out
anymore, all right?
Yeah. I wasn't here last week.
I've never seen you before.
I'm gonna tell you
what I tell them.
I'm not your dad, all right?
I'm a guy who needed rent money
in college.
Fine, but I'm not here for that.
(sighs)
I'm sick.
I... I need a transplant.
So, wait. You want...
like, my kidney, or...?
Liver.
Just part of it.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
l-I don't... I don't think so.
You'd... You'd be
a perfect match.
Yeah. I'm...
I'm not gonna do that.
Man, I'm gonna die!
Yeah. I am sorry.
I don't think so.
(spits)
Did you kill him?
Listen, you got
handed a bad hand.
You're 17 years old.
You'll be tried as a minor.
Then the jail doctors
would have to treat me, right?
Yeah, I killed him.
I murdered my dad.
(sighs)
WOLFE:
It's a false confession.
Trent's just looking
for a free treatment.
The problem is, Kevin passed on
his bad genes to 103 kids.
Odds are, there's some
angry ones out there
who want to speak to him.
So, what we need
to do is find out
if anyone else
has contacted the clinic.
(sirens blaring)
(indistinct PA announcement)
(garbled radio transmission)
Excuse me, gentlemen?
What the hell are you doing?
You're scaring my clients.
Well, they should be scared,
Doctor.
We have a court order
to shut you down.
Shut me down for what?
DELKO:
Why don't you take your pick?
Fraud, kidnapping.
We know about your deal
to hide the Vance twin.
SIMMONS: Yeah, and don't
forget murder. You knew
Kevin Ramsey was passing off
Wilson disease to his offspring.
You can't hold me accountable
for that.
We aren't required
to screen for Wilson.
Chances of it manifesting
in a child are almost nil.
Well, when the donor
has a hundred kids,
those chances grow
exponentially, Doc.
DELKO: Anyone contact you
regarding Kevin Ramsey?
SIMMONS: Come on,
Doc, give it up!
We're gonna read it
in your files anyway,
so you might as
well tell us now.
Someone has been calling,
angry about selecting Kevin
as their donor.
Any idea who this person is?
No, but one of our specimen
vaults was broken into today.
All of his samples
were destroyed.
Don't you keep the door locked?
Not during the day.
Get him out of here, Perez.
(crimescope buzzing)
(sizzling)
(clinking)
What do we have here?
DUQUESNE: Your strange
substance is... drum roll...
Vegetable oil,
virgin wheat germ oil
and benzoin extract.
Here.
It's the ingredients
for something called
Invisible Fingers.
I don't even want to say
what that sounds like.
"Smear it on your hands
"to create an invisible
layer of protection
against harsh elements
and chemicals."
I bet it's also used to
cover up fingerprints.
People would never know
you had it on your hands.
SIMMONS: Yeah, it also
protected their hands
while they handled the vials
in the cryo-lab.
Who knows about this stuff?
It's on an airplane
mechanic's Web site.
You know, we met a pilot today.
He messed around
with Kevin's altimeter.
Um...
-Was it Arnie Tish?
-Yeah.
He made bail an hour ago.
-Thanks.
-Yeah.
H?
#
CAINE: Arnie?
Arnie?
Stay where you are! Arnie!
Stay where you are, Arnie!
Stop!
(jet engines roaring)
(fabric tearing)
(mechanical whirring)
(engines roaring)
(door rattling open)
#
DELKO:
So you killed him this morning,
then you went to the lab,
destroyed all of his samples.
Like you wanted
to wipe Kevin Ramsey
off the face of the earth.
CAINE: I'm guessing that
this is why.
DELKO: Records show, Arnie,
that 14 years ago, your wife
used Kevin as a donor.
Your daughter's dead, isn't she?
From Wilson disease.
Do you know what it's like
to hear them scream in pain,
and you can't do a thing?
To see their face
swollen and yellow?
That's all I remember
of Kyla now.
This donor guy never told the
lab he had that disease.
He killed her.
So when you altered
Kevin's altimeter,
you weren't saving fuel.
You wanted him to open
his parachute too late.
Yeah, but he jumped
before I dropped low enough.
-(engines roaring)
-KEVIN: Whoo!
What the hell you doing, Ramsey?
I'm not at altitude yet.
Geronimo!
I failed her.
I failed my little girl.
The acid did work.
You sabotaged his chute.
I wasn't lying about that.
I never touched his chute.
DELKO: You're saying
you didn't kill Kevin?
I wish to God I had.
And when you find out
who did it,
you can thank 'em for me.
SIMMONS: So, you believe Tish?
Well, I think if he was lying
he wouldn't have admitted
to attempted murder.
But I don't know.
A sick kid's a powerful motive.
I think we're on to something.
Well, we have that
list of his other kids.
I'll get on
tracking them down.
I'm not talking about kids,
I'm talking about parents.
We know surrogate mom
would do anything for Trent.
Yeah, but we don't have
anything to hit her with.
-(glass shatters)
-DUQUESNE: Ah! Damn it!
DELKO: Hey, what happened?
I was pouring nitric acid,
-and some splashed onto my arm.
-Grab the ammonia.
All right.
Okay, you all right?
SIMMONS: Calleigh, what
were you working on here?
DUQUESNE: I was timing
to see how fast the acid
would eat through the baggies
at different concentrations.
Oh, that's smart.
Then we'd have a timeline
of when the killer
put the acid in the pack.
I don't know if we're gonna
need it; look at my arm.
I think I found the smoking gun.
Nitric acid
turns the skin yellow;
ammonia turns it orange.
Killer would've had
these stains on their hands.
Yeah. Walter,
I think we just got
something to hit
our surrogate with.
(seabirds calling)
(switch clicks on,
crimescope buzzing)
Eric, will you take
a look at that?
(switch clicks off)
Those from scrubbing off
orange stains, Ms. Burton?
What are you talking about?
Talking about the reaction
on your hands to nitric acid.
DELKO: From when you sabotaged
Kevin's parachute.
I don't know what...
nitro acid is.
This is from bleach.
I take in laundry
to make some extra money.
I already told you,
I never met Trent's donor.
Can I see my son now?
Please?
BOA VISTA: Jessica Wyatt?
Yes?
I'm gonna need to take
a look at your hands.
l-I don't even
know why I'm here.
A CSI Simmons told me to
come down but didn't say why.
Because on October 18, 2011,
you accessed the Purwin Clinic's
sibling registry
looking for your donor dad.
Kevin Ramsey. Yeah?
He was murdered this morning.
And we know that you
had contact with him.
I...
I never...
I never had contact with him.
We accessed your phone records.
We know that you talked
to him on January 7.
But I didn't talk to him.
Who did you talk to
for ten minutes, then?
His wife.
You talked to his wife?
You talked to Mrs. Ramsey?
Did you tell her
that you were his kid?
Yeah. Told her he had, like,
a hundred others, too.
I wanted to leave him a message,
but she freaked.
Told me to never call again.
But you're sure
that it was his wife?
Yeah. My husband this,
my husband that.
"You stay away from my husband."
(dialing phone)
Ryan, when you talked
to Mrs. Ramsey,
she said she didn't know
about the kids, right?
Okay, we're gonna need to get
her back in here really fast.
Yeah, just-just make up
something, anything.
Okay.
Thank you for coming back,
Mrs. Ramsey.
They told me I could
collect my husband's body.
Does this mean that...
you found out who did this?
Well, we are still working
a lead, but we're close.
I just need you
to sign this form
to release his body
to the funeral home.
(chuckles): Thought I had
a pen in here, but...
(click)
Oh.
Yes.
Thank you.
(clears throat softly)
Tough to get those
stains out, isn't it?
So this means that...
I'm your lead.
How did you know to use
nitric acid, Mrs. Ramsey?
Well...
I taught high school chemistry
before I met Kevin.
(plane engines roaring nearby)
BOA VISTA: And when CSI Wolfe
told you about the kids,
you pretended not to know.
But you found out a month ago
when his daughter told you.
Is that why you killed him,
because he lied?
I killed him...
...because he lied to me
every day of my marriage.
How does someone who
says that they're sterile
have, like,
a hundred kids, Kevin?
Look, that was back
in college. I...
No. See,
I spoke with your doctor,
and he told me
that you had a vasectomy
after we were married.
So, you never
wanted kids, did you?
(sighs)
Meredith...
I'm sorry.
So all those years of trying,
of you making me believe that
I was going to be a mother,
all that's just a lie?
Because you don't see what I do.
We're great together.
I don't want kids
to mess that up.
We can do anything we want.
No. (wry chuckle)
You can.
It's too late for me now.
So you did want
to have children.
Yes.
That's why I
married a younger man.
So that he could
keep up with the kids.
(quiet chuckle)
But it was just all
skydiving to him,
and car racing.
Whatever he wanted to do,
whenever he wanted to do it.
Oh, so you made sure
that's what killed him.
He took my best years.
So, yes.
(garbled radio chatter)
Mr. Tish?
Yeah?
This belongs to you.
Thanks.
BOA VISTA: We got you a van
to take you guys home.
-Can I ask you something
about my brother? -Sure.
I overheard you talking earlier,
and he's really sick, isn't he?
Yeah, Trent needs
a liver transplant.
He's on the donor list,
but it doesn't...
it doesn't look good.
Unfortunately, there was
only one van, so... sorry,
you're gonna have to share.
(engine starts)
We got a dozen MDPD vans
and only one available?
So weird, right?
Almost like they were supposed
to be in that van together.