CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 10, Episode 19 - Habeas Corpse - full transcript
When one of the CSI's biggest enemies is murdered, Horatio must determine which of his team members is a suspect.
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(groaning)
(groans)
DELKO: Wolfe, where you going?
OWENS (echoing): Wolfe, don't.
BOA VISTA: Samantha Owens
is sleeping with the guy.
WOLFE: I'm just gonna go have
a little conversation
with your crafty boyfriend.
OWENS: Come on, don't,
you're upset. Just go home.
WOLFE: Why wouldn't you want me
to have this conversation?
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WOLFE:
I don't care if Josh Avery
is an assistant state attorney.
I'm telling you, that guy
planted evidence
in the trace lab
while Sam and I were there.
Going after a state attorney
for planting evidence
is heavy-duty.
Okay, but can I just speak
to the elephant in the room?
(laughing): Is anyone gonna
be able to stop you?
No, no, because Samantha Owens
is sleeping with the guy.
Why do we have to go there,
though?
We have to go there because
he just threw a case for
the biggest attorney in
all of Miami, and he did it
in her lab, on her watch.
Every case she works
on gets thrown out.
Excuse me?
No, continue.
At least say it to my face.
What, you were saying I'm dirty?
I said what I wanted to say.
At the very least, you have
really bad taste in men.
Wolfe, where you going?
This is really fun, but I got
better things to do.
Bitch.
Wolfe, don't.
Look, I know where you're going.
It's written all over your face.
I'm just gonna go have
a little conversation
with Josh, that's all.
Please don't. You're upset.
Just go home.
The truth is going
to come out, Sam.
Either you played us
or he played you.
You know I didn't plant
that evidence.
Yeah, so Josh and I have
a little chat,
might even clear your name.
Look, if this is about
protecting me, then don't.
Hey... Hey...
Get up.
Josh, get up.
Hey...
Hey.
Josh.
Hey.
Damn it!
Hello!
Somebody help!
Horatio.
We have a situation.
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
(siren wailing)
I am sorry about your boyfriend.
I need to see your hands.
DELKO: He's got a burn and a cut
on his hands.
I hate to say it, but Ryan
was only there because of you.
I tried to stop him.
This whole thing just
spiraled out of control.
That's for sure.
I also find it odd
that the one person
who could testify
that you were the one
who messed up the evidence
is dead.
I can't stand here and watch
my friend get treated
like a perp.
This is B.S.
H, you know I didn't kill
this guy, right?
CAINE: What were you doing
at Josh's apartment, Mr. Wolfe?
I thought-- H, I was--
I tried to explain this.
It's...
Things got heated.
You framed Sam when
you planted that evidence.
You ruined
a murder investigation.
(chuckling): Wow, she's good.
But she planted that evidence.
She's got you thinking
that I did it.
You're a liar.
CAINE: Explain that burn
on your hand, please.
I ran into a lamp and I
knocked the lamp over.
CAINE: What else happened?
Things went downhill from there.
(grunting)
I was out
before I hit the floor.
Mr. Wolfe, you didn't mention
that he was bleeding.
He wasn't bleeding
when we fought.
Well, there's blood on you now.
Got the neck
of a wine bottle here, Doc.
Possible weapon of opportunity.
I don't see any prints.
Maybe Wolfe wiped it down.
SIMMONS: Tom.
Slip of the tongue.
I meant to say "the suspect."
Surely Ryan didn't do this.
SIMMONS: We gotta prove that.
And aboveboard.
Hey, Doc, I got blood here--
medium velocity.
Consistent with these
blunt force injuries
to the vic's cranial area.
(glass shattering)
I've got parallel marks
approximately
23/4 inches apart.
If you can find the
point of convergence,
a crime scene starts
to talk to you.
You're saying string it?
-I am.
-No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no,
Calleigh strings, not Walter.
Calleigh's not here.
Calleigh has a cell phone.
-Ah!
-(laughs)
This is regarding
the permanent placement
of Austin and Patty North.
WOMAN: Ms. Duquesne has
successfully completed
the MAPP training course,
and I have conducted
favorable home study.
MAN: I just have a few follow-up
questions, clarifications.
Uh, you're not married.
No.
Your line of work--
crime scene investigator.
That is correct.
A 9:00-to-5:00 job
for the most part?
I work the day shift, yes.
Is that primarily
laboratory work?
My job is to conduct
the scientific analysis
of evidence.
However, I am also
a sworn officer
of the Miami-Dade
Police Department.
Oh.
(phone ringing)
Uh, has your job ever
put your life in danger?
What provisions could you make
for these children
if something were to happen
to you in the line of duty?
I am currently working with
a lawyer on those arrangements.
-(ringing continues)
-As it stands right now,
the children would have...
Excuse me.
Is there somewhere else
you need to be?
Yes, I'm sorry, I have to go.
We have an officer
that is in trouble.
Is it possible
to reschedule this meeting?
My apologies.
DUQUESNE: Hey, you guys.
I've had a little emergency
at my work,
and it has nothing
to do with you,
but I'm going to have
to leave for a minute.
I'll see you later.
Be good, all right?
(indistinct radio communication)
Okay, Josh was standing
approximately here
at the time he was hit
with the bottle.
You sure?
What about this?
This is in a completely
opposite direction
from the wall.
It's a secondary incident.
SIMMONS: So this could be
our killer's blood.
-Maybe Avery fought back?
-I don't think so;
the pattern's too linear.
I think it's castoff
from the bottle.
Uh, right, okay,
on the backswing,
the blood that collected
on the bottle was flung off.
Exactly, and there's
only one line,
so my guess is that it happened
after the initial blow.
Yeah, but something's still off.
Why would the castoff start
and stop like this?
There was a void.
That's Wolfe's jacket.
And that is
Mr. Avery's blood on it.
So Ryan was lying here
at the time of the murder.
SIMMONS: So he was
knocked out before Avery
was murdered, just like he said.
Josh Avery had another visitor.
Ryan's innocent.
Been a rough morning, huh?
Yeah.
You deserve these back.
Let's get to work, all right?
(indistinct radio communication)
What's up, guys?
So, uh,
union rep said I'm cleared--
no one's taking a look at me--
I can join
the investigation again.
Hey, man, next time you
decide to go rogue,
give a brother a call
for backup.
Walter...
Thanks for having my back, man.
Good looking out.
You know what, man?
I don't see Josh Avery's
cell phone on this evidence log.
Yeah, I figured he
left it in his car.
You got his number?
Yeah.
-(phone buzzing)
-It's ringing.
Hear that?
(buzzing continues)
Hey, I got it.
(buzzing stops)
That's weird, the battery's hot.
Let me see.
(feedback whines)
Whoa! Did you hear that?
Yeah.
(feedback squeals, buzzes)
-You hear that buzzing?
-Yeah.
The phone's hot because
it's transmitting.
Do you think somebody put
spyware on his cell phone?
It's possible.
Let me check the landline.
Walter.
The phone's bugged.
Now, why would someone monitor
an assistant state attorney's
phone calls?
Who does that?
Darren Vogel.
That bottom-feeding
defense attorney?
Think about it--
he planted a casing
in the lab to get murder
charges dropped on his client.
And maybe Avery was
working with him.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Oh-- oh, Horatio.
CAINE:
We need to talk about blackmail,
Mr. Vogel.
VOGEL: That's such a nasty word.
You bugged the assistant
state attorney's private phone,
clearly having him
in your pocket.
Gugo, lower, lower, lower.
Ooh, you caught me just in
the middle of a massage.
-Ooh
-When he stopped playing ball,
-you had him killed, didn't you?
-(Vogel moaning)
Why don't we continue this
at a later date, huh?
Call me back
when you got some proof.
We've got a problem.
This bug you guys pulled
out of Josh Avery's phone
belongs to us, H.
Belongs to us how, Mr. Benton?
MDPD bar code says
it was checked out
by one of our CSIs, sir.
Which CSI?
I placed the bug yesterday
when Josh was out.
Why?
He set us up.
I wanted to nail him so bad,
I could taste it.
So I set up the bug...
and I left.
The next thing I hear,
he's dead.
What's on it?
I haven't got a chance
to listen to it yet.
The flash drive's
at my apartment.
-I can pick it up.
-I want you to remove yourself
-from the case.
-What?!
You've put the lab in jeopardy,
and I want you off the case.
(gloves snapping)
Got nothing of note
from Josh Avery's cell phone.
Let's see if Samantha
got anything
that she might have recorded
from his landline.
It'll take a minute to download.
I haven't heard anything
from the adoption agency.
That's not a good sign.
Listen, it'll all work out.
-It will.
-You didn't see their face.
I just got up and walked out
in the middle of an interview.
It was an emergency;
they-they'll understand.
They're probably thinking,
if I don't have
enough time to
finish an interview,
how am I going to have
time to raise two kids?
Plenty of people manage
to be good cops
and good parents
at the same time.
It'll be all right.
I didn't want to say anything,
but there's another couple.
And they're perfect.
They're married and they live
out in one of those, um...
you know, that gated
community Bay Point.
One of 'em is an accountant,
one of 'em is a sales clerk.
They've got good hours,
there are no surprises.
Look at me.
You're the better choice.
I've been a cop for 20 years.
Maybe I'm not.
Here we go, we got something.
AVERY: I did what you wanted,
Vogel. We're done.
VOGEL: Done?
Joshua, we're just
getting started here.
That's Josh talking to Vogel.
VOGEL: Oh, please, don't.
Don't go namby-pamby on me.
AVERY: Go to hell.
I'm assuming,
the way
that you're looking at me,
that you didn't obtain
a warrant for this,
or the department
didn't get one.
And if that is the case,
then that is an illegal wiretap,
and that's inadmissible.
I just wanted you
to hear the tape.
Avery manipulated evidence
for your clients,
so you killed him
to shut him up.
Oh, he had such
an irritating little voice.
God rest his soul.
Just look at the ASA's
illicit activities.
It's a shame I can't disclose
more information.
Attorney-client privilege--
you understand that.
TRIPP: Are you telling us
he was a client?
No, l-I don't mean
Joshua Avery was a client, no.
You have the guts to tell us
who you're talking about?
(sighs)
Great.
You here to lecture me, too?
I'm just about the last guy
around here
who should be doing that.
(laughs)
Aren't we quite the pair?
At least we both know
that Josh was dirty.
(scoffs) There's no way
he was doing that on his own.
That tape you made
between him and Vogel
confirms that.
Because of me,
it doesn't matter.
Can't use it.
(kicks locker)
Okay, Sam, so what else?
What can you dig up
on this guy?
You dated him
for two years, right?
(groans)
I don't know.
He had a boat.
I mean, his dad left it to him.
Did he ever take you
out on the boat?
Two years together-- never once.
I always teased him that that's
where he kept all his secrets.
(sniffles)
It eventually became
a sore subject.
Do you remember
the number of the slip
that the boat was docked on?
Yeah, l-I think I remember.
Okay, Natalia is
down by the bay.
Do me a favor-- text her the
number of that slip, okay?
-Hey, Ryan.
-Yeah.
Will you do me a favor?
Uh, if you find out anything,
would you let me know?
I will.
(sighs)
A lot of, uh, positives, but,
boy, there are some issues...
Excuse me, excuse me, I'm here
regarding Calleigh Duquesne.
Am I in the right place?
WOMAN: Yes, you are,
but we're not
at liberty to discuss her case.
But who exactly are you?
Eric Delko.
I've worked with Calleigh
for the last ten years.
I just, uh,
I'm here as a character witness.
That is allowed, right?
Well, you're, you're
welcome to write a letter,
but in these hearings,
we only permit family.
With all due respect,
sir, I am family.
WOMAN: I'm sorry, I thought
Ms. Duquesne was alone
in adopting the North kids.
No, no, she's not alone.
She's got plenty of support.
Look, l-I know you've had your
concerns about her being a CSI
and the dangers of our job
and the level of commitment
that it takes, the hours.
It's very demanding.
It is, but being there
for each other
over all these years--
uh, that makes us a family.
Now, I'd lay down
my life for Calleigh,
and I know she'd do
the same for me.
I just want you to know
that any kids she adopts...
they're gonna be blessed
because they're gonna have
a lot of people there
to love and support them,
protect them.
So I'm just here to let
you know she's not alone.
Thanks.
(indistinct radio communication)
MAN: I'm sorry, what slip number
was it again?
Slip 73.
We got a warrant
to take a look at it.
A warrant! Wow!
That looks official.
(chuckles)
Just like in the movies, huh?
Well, number 73 is Josh
Avery's sea liner--
this big guy right here--
Passage West.
Check out the size
of this bad boy.
Might take you a while
to search it,
but his buddy was just here
dropping something off.
Is his buddy still here?
(three gunshots)
(man yells, bullet ricochets)
BOA VISTA: Cover me.
(three gunshots)
BOA VISTA: You take the back?
-TRIPP: You got it?
-BOA VISTA: Yeah, I got it.
140 Sam.
140 Sam. Shots fired.
We're at Wayside Marina.
One fatality.
I need backup right now.
TRIPP: You okay?
-BOA VISTA: Yeah, you?
-TRIPP: Yeah.
BOA VISTA: Okay.
Gone?
Yeah, he's gone.
Son of a bitch, what was
he shooting at us for, anyway?
I don't know.
(sirens approaching)
All clear back here.
It's clear down below.
BOA VISTA: Frank!
Yeah.
Something up here you might want
to take a peek at.
BOA VISTA: Take a look at this.
Bet you that's why he didn't
let Samantha on board.
The state attorney was using
his boat to hide narcotics.
He's a damn drug dealer.
Bet that's why he
got killed for it.
WOLFE: Okay, so question is:
Where did Josh Avery
get his hands
on 20 keys of meth?
ASA's, they deal with drug
offenders all the time.
Any one of those
guys could have
hooked him up
with this much weight.
I think what we need
to do is nail down
the chemical composition
of this and work backwards.
A lot of meth labs
have a unique signature.
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Chemical compound
Ephedrine, pseudoephedrine,
sodium metal,
red phosphorus, iodine
and trace amounts
of ammonium gas.
Okay, let's see if
we can match that recipe
with the meth
that's in the MDPD database.
All right, here's our guy.
Eddie Coster.
Arrested two years ago,
after almost
blowing himself up
in his own meth lab.
Look at the
ingredients of the meth
that was confiscated
during his arrest.
Looks the same.
Numbers are almost
identical to the stuff
we found on Josh Avery's boat.
I say we got our supplier.
Wait a second. Look at this.
This meth cook, Coster,
he was tried but not convicted.
Scroll down,
see who his lawyer is.
It was Darren Vogel.
Think we need
to talk to this guy.
Come on, look at my face.
Meth nearly turned me into
a human tiki torch, okay?
We parted companies after that.
Yeah, well, you were
looking at 20 years.
How'd your attorney get you out
without doing a day?
I don't know.
I guess they worked out
some kind of deal
with the state attorney.
The man's name is Josh Avery.
And he was killed yesterday.
And we found a stash of
your meth on his boat.
-My meth?
-Your meth.
That's impossible.
They took it all--
every bag-- when I got arrested.
Well, maybe your attorney
made a deal
with that friendly ASA
to get you out of trouble.
-What do you mean?
-(wry laugh): What do I mean?
I mean for your
"get out of jail free" card,
you cut Avery and Vogel
in on your drug profits.
Profits?! From what?
Drugs! I just...
I haven't got any profits.
You guys got it all locked up.
Get out of here, Eddie!
Go! Get out of here.
Narco confiscated over 40 kilos
of meth when they busted Coster.
We need to make sure it's
still in the evidence lock-up.
-Thanks, Cory.
-Thanks, man.
Okay, yeah,
the numbers match up.
This is Coster's meth seizure.
-40 keys, right?
-Yeah.
Looks like it's all here.
So, what do you
think that means,
that Avery didn't
snatch some of the meth?
Damn it, where'd he
get it from, then?
I don't know.
Walter, is that powder moving...
Ew!
-WOLFE: ...in that bag?
WALTER: Aw...!
-Do me a favor, open that up
for a sec. -No. Uh-uh.
-It's going to be something
gross. -You're a wimp.
If this is meth, Walter,
it should turn a brownish...
orange.
Nothing.
Walter, I think this is filled
with some kind of flour.
Those bugs are weevils.
They switched out the dope.
WOLFE: Yeah, somebody
who had access to it.
SIMMONS:
Somebody like ASA Avery.
Hey, Mace, buzz me in?
-Got it.
-(Iock buzzes)
Thanks.
Thank you.
-Is that it?
-Coster.
That's him.
I don't see Avery's name
on the log-in.
-What?
-He had access, but...
Avery never logged his
meth seizure into evidence.
Who did?
No, no, no, that's
gotta be a mistake.
Walter, who did?
Oh, my God.
Oh, man...
Sam was working the night
shift when the Narco
brought in the meth shipment.
I'm just going to call
Sam and clear this up.
Yeah.
Sam, hey, it's Ryan.
Uh, do me a favor, call me
back as soon as you get this.
Okay? Just... as soon as
you get this, call me back.
Try again. Try again.
(phone ringing)
SIMMONS: Wolfe can't
get her on the phone.
Tripp sent a car to her
address, but nobody's there.
Where did she go, Walter?
I don't know but, wherever
it is, it's without her car.
Her Saab's still
parked out front.
(panting)
(crying)
MAN: Shut up!
Lieutenant, I got Darren
Vogel's office on line five.
This is Horatio Caine. Is he in?
Okay, he'll take mine.
Righty. What about his driver?
Sam's family hasn't
heard from her.
I talked to the health club, the
gun range; nobody's seen her.
Okay. Yeah.
His driver's been injured?
What about Mr. Vogel?
(sirens wailing)
OFFICER: All units
in the vicinity,
we've got a black town car
heading east on 41,
mile marker 121.
License plate: Sierra,
Juliet, 5-2-6 Oscar.
You let up on that gas for
one second and I will kill you.
Tell me that you understand!
I understand. I understand.
Eddie, if I may
make an observation.
(clears throat)
I think the crystal meth
is beginning to
cloud your judgment.
Just-just-just a little.
I almost blew myself up
making that meth.
And you think that you're
going to profit from it.
I had nothing to do with this.
Oh, shut up!
I heard all about
your ASA boyfriend.
-Vogel told me!
-Right. Right.
He beat it out of me!
Listen, Eddie, Eddie, calm down.
No! We're past that!
You cops, you lawyers--
you hide behind your badges.
(groans)
Where are you taking us?
To the Everglades.
And I'm going to bury you
under 12 feet of mud.
That's where you belong.
H, that's the car up there.
CAINE: Okay, here we go.
This is Lieutenant
Horatio Caine.
I need a roadblock
at 41st and 182.
We need a roadblock right now!
(Vogel coughs)
Go, baby, go.
Get us out of here. Go! Go! Go!
Get me out of here!
They're going over!
-(siren wailing)
-CAINE: Hands!
Hands where I can see them
right now!
Hands!
Hey. You all right?
Samantha, Samantha,
can you move?
-Come on.
-CAINE: Get me a paramedic!
-Watch your head.
-You got to move her.
-Watch your head. I got her.
-Move her!
-I got her!
-He's alive in here.
Watch your step.
Right over here.
(pained whimpering)
OWENS: I'm sorry.
He was going to kill me.
I'm sorry.
(indistinct radio communication)
WOLFE: Sam!
Sam, are you okay?
Yeah. I think I broke my ankle.
Broke her ankle.
Here, I got this.
You're gonna be okay.
Listen to me.
You're gonna be okay, all right?
I'll make sure you're okay,
all right?
You guys take good care of her.
You're gonna be okay.
(groans)
(siren wailing)
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It's a match, isn't it?
The glass that I found
in her shoe
isn't from the accident.
It's from the wine bottle.
She was in the room.
She was there.
You know what we have to do,
Mr. Wolfe.
Let me do it.
Let me tell her.
Okay.
(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)
Hi.
Hi.
(sighs)
How do you feel?
Like I just drove off a bridge.
(sighs)
Sam, you were there.
I pulled a shard of glass
out of your shoe,
and it matched the wine bottle
in Josh's apartment...
Please, don't.
...and the shard of glass
I had in my hand.
Am I going to jail?
None of this would have happened
if you'd just listened to me.
I went there to talk to him.
What did you do?
Ryan.
Ryan? Ryan?
What'd you do to him?
You brought him here,
right to my front door.
(bottle shattering)
(panting)
You left me there.
You left me.
I defended you.
I gave you every opportunity
to tell me the truth.
When I took those exams
and went through
all that training,
I saw myself as a cop.
That was my real identity.
It was who I was, you know?
And then there was
a dead body...
right in front of me,
and I put it there.
I let you down.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
So am I.
WOMAN: Ms. Duquesne?
Yes.
I have some good news for you.
(gasps)
-Hi!
-Hi!
Are you guys coming with me?
Yeah.
You have some quality people
in your life.
I'm very lucky.
-(gasps) Oh, where did you
find that? -Is that for me?
AUSTIN: Did you hide that?
What do you think?
Should Austin wear
a flower in his hair?
Does he look better
than he's ever looked?
Oh, come on.
How about you wear one?
-Do you want to wear one?
-Let's all wear one.
Should Bunny wear one?
(cell phone ringing)
(chuckles)
Hey. I got the picture.
I love it.
DELKO: Congratulations.
I'm glad you got it.
Oh, yeah, they, um...
they were telling me that
they were actually on the fence
until some mysterious
character witness
paid them a visit.
They said he made
all the difference.
(chuckles)
I just thought it was important
for them to know
that you're not alone in this.
Now I know I'm not.
Good.
DUQUESNE: Thank you.
I think mainly, though,
the problem was,
I just never saw it coming.
You know?
I guess that old saying is true.
You can't find your honey
where you make your money.
You should try online dating.
I met LuLu in a
science chat room.
Who the hell is LuLu?
I'll show you.
Bam! Thank you.
Really?
TRIPP: Whoa! Whoa, whoa,
-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Oh!
-Wow!
-Hot.
Six months and going strong.
Looks like a model.
LOMAN: Yeah, she does, indeed.
(laughter)
Hey, can you guys
set this guy straight?
He thinks he's going
to be alone forever.
-BOA VISTA: Oh, come on. -DELKO:
Nah, come on. Maybe for a while.
Not forever.
BOA VISTA: Any girl would
be really lucky to have you.
-Really?
-Yeah, really.
You're handsome,
you're funny, you're smart.
I'll take you right now
on the table.
-(laughter)
-I'll take you right now
-on this table here.
-My goodness.
We'll leave you alone.
BOA VISTA: How about the
Hummer?
DELKO: Whoa!
WOLFE: Hey, listen,
here's the good news.
I'm, uh... I'm not a tall man,
but I have a full head of hair.
No offense.
DELKO: Ouch.
None taken.
None taken.
Thank you.
That's cute.
Oh, the truth is, man,
you'll never be alone.
You got all of us.
BOA VISTA: That's true.
Always.
Thank you, bubba.
I love you guys.
You guys are my family.
I won't ever be alone.
Yeah, I say we drink to that.
-Cheers.
-OTHERS: Cheers.
Cheers, man.
Cheers, BV.
Aha!
WOLFE: Ah.
Told you he would make it.
Somebody owes me five bucks.
I'm not saying who.
(laughter)
TRIPP: Horatio.
Can we get you
something to drink?
Only if Mr. Wolfe buys.
WOLFE: Hey!
DELKO: Hope you're not thirsty.
(laughter)
(groaning)
(groans)
DELKO: Wolfe, where you going?
OWENS (echoing): Wolfe, don't.
BOA VISTA: Samantha Owens
is sleeping with the guy.
WOLFE: I'm just gonna go have
a little conversation
with your crafty boyfriend.
OWENS: Come on, don't,
you're upset. Just go home.
WOLFE: Why wouldn't you want me
to have this conversation?
#
WOLFE:
I don't care if Josh Avery
is an assistant state attorney.
I'm telling you, that guy
planted evidence
in the trace lab
while Sam and I were there.
Going after a state attorney
for planting evidence
is heavy-duty.
Okay, but can I just speak
to the elephant in the room?
(laughing): Is anyone gonna
be able to stop you?
No, no, because Samantha Owens
is sleeping with the guy.
Why do we have to go there,
though?
We have to go there because
he just threw a case for
the biggest attorney in
all of Miami, and he did it
in her lab, on her watch.
Every case she works
on gets thrown out.
Excuse me?
No, continue.
At least say it to my face.
What, you were saying I'm dirty?
I said what I wanted to say.
At the very least, you have
really bad taste in men.
Wolfe, where you going?
This is really fun, but I got
better things to do.
Bitch.
Wolfe, don't.
Look, I know where you're going.
It's written all over your face.
I'm just gonna go have
a little conversation
with Josh, that's all.
Please don't. You're upset.
Just go home.
The truth is going
to come out, Sam.
Either you played us
or he played you.
You know I didn't plant
that evidence.
Yeah, so Josh and I have
a little chat,
might even clear your name.
Look, if this is about
protecting me, then don't.
Hey... Hey...
Get up.
Josh, get up.
Hey...
Hey.
Josh.
Hey.
Damn it!
Hello!
Somebody help!
Horatio.
We have a situation.
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
(siren wailing)
I am sorry about your boyfriend.
I need to see your hands.
DELKO: He's got a burn and a cut
on his hands.
I hate to say it, but Ryan
was only there because of you.
I tried to stop him.
This whole thing just
spiraled out of control.
That's for sure.
I also find it odd
that the one person
who could testify
that you were the one
who messed up the evidence
is dead.
I can't stand here and watch
my friend get treated
like a perp.
This is B.S.
H, you know I didn't kill
this guy, right?
CAINE: What were you doing
at Josh's apartment, Mr. Wolfe?
I thought-- H, I was--
I tried to explain this.
It's...
Things got heated.
You framed Sam when
you planted that evidence.
You ruined
a murder investigation.
(chuckling): Wow, she's good.
But she planted that evidence.
She's got you thinking
that I did it.
You're a liar.
CAINE: Explain that burn
on your hand, please.
I ran into a lamp and I
knocked the lamp over.
CAINE: What else happened?
Things went downhill from there.
(grunting)
I was out
before I hit the floor.
Mr. Wolfe, you didn't mention
that he was bleeding.
He wasn't bleeding
when we fought.
Well, there's blood on you now.
Got the neck
of a wine bottle here, Doc.
Possible weapon of opportunity.
I don't see any prints.
Maybe Wolfe wiped it down.
SIMMONS: Tom.
Slip of the tongue.
I meant to say "the suspect."
Surely Ryan didn't do this.
SIMMONS: We gotta prove that.
And aboveboard.
Hey, Doc, I got blood here--
medium velocity.
Consistent with these
blunt force injuries
to the vic's cranial area.
(glass shattering)
I've got parallel marks
approximately
23/4 inches apart.
If you can find the
point of convergence,
a crime scene starts
to talk to you.
You're saying string it?
-I am.
-No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no,
Calleigh strings, not Walter.
Calleigh's not here.
Calleigh has a cell phone.
-Ah!
-(laughs)
This is regarding
the permanent placement
of Austin and Patty North.
WOMAN: Ms. Duquesne has
successfully completed
the MAPP training course,
and I have conducted
favorable home study.
MAN: I just have a few follow-up
questions, clarifications.
Uh, you're not married.
No.
Your line of work--
crime scene investigator.
That is correct.
A 9:00-to-5:00 job
for the most part?
I work the day shift, yes.
Is that primarily
laboratory work?
My job is to conduct
the scientific analysis
of evidence.
However, I am also
a sworn officer
of the Miami-Dade
Police Department.
Oh.
(phone ringing)
Uh, has your job ever
put your life in danger?
What provisions could you make
for these children
if something were to happen
to you in the line of duty?
I am currently working with
a lawyer on those arrangements.
-(ringing continues)
-As it stands right now,
the children would have...
Excuse me.
Is there somewhere else
you need to be?
Yes, I'm sorry, I have to go.
We have an officer
that is in trouble.
Is it possible
to reschedule this meeting?
My apologies.
DUQUESNE: Hey, you guys.
I've had a little emergency
at my work,
and it has nothing
to do with you,
but I'm going to have
to leave for a minute.
I'll see you later.
Be good, all right?
(indistinct radio communication)
Okay, Josh was standing
approximately here
at the time he was hit
with the bottle.
You sure?
What about this?
This is in a completely
opposite direction
from the wall.
It's a secondary incident.
SIMMONS: So this could be
our killer's blood.
-Maybe Avery fought back?
-I don't think so;
the pattern's too linear.
I think it's castoff
from the bottle.
Uh, right, okay,
on the backswing,
the blood that collected
on the bottle was flung off.
Exactly, and there's
only one line,
so my guess is that it happened
after the initial blow.
Yeah, but something's still off.
Why would the castoff start
and stop like this?
There was a void.
That's Wolfe's jacket.
And that is
Mr. Avery's blood on it.
So Ryan was lying here
at the time of the murder.
SIMMONS: So he was
knocked out before Avery
was murdered, just like he said.
Josh Avery had another visitor.
Ryan's innocent.
Been a rough morning, huh?
Yeah.
You deserve these back.
Let's get to work, all right?
(indistinct radio communication)
What's up, guys?
So, uh,
union rep said I'm cleared--
no one's taking a look at me--
I can join
the investigation again.
Hey, man, next time you
decide to go rogue,
give a brother a call
for backup.
Walter...
Thanks for having my back, man.
Good looking out.
You know what, man?
I don't see Josh Avery's
cell phone on this evidence log.
Yeah, I figured he
left it in his car.
You got his number?
Yeah.
-(phone buzzing)
-It's ringing.
Hear that?
(buzzing continues)
Hey, I got it.
(buzzing stops)
That's weird, the battery's hot.
Let me see.
(feedback whines)
Whoa! Did you hear that?
Yeah.
(feedback squeals, buzzes)
-You hear that buzzing?
-Yeah.
The phone's hot because
it's transmitting.
Do you think somebody put
spyware on his cell phone?
It's possible.
Let me check the landline.
Walter.
The phone's bugged.
Now, why would someone monitor
an assistant state attorney's
phone calls?
Who does that?
Darren Vogel.
That bottom-feeding
defense attorney?
Think about it--
he planted a casing
in the lab to get murder
charges dropped on his client.
And maybe Avery was
working with him.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Oh-- oh, Horatio.
CAINE:
We need to talk about blackmail,
Mr. Vogel.
VOGEL: That's such a nasty word.
You bugged the assistant
state attorney's private phone,
clearly having him
in your pocket.
Gugo, lower, lower, lower.
Ooh, you caught me just in
the middle of a massage.
-Ooh
-When he stopped playing ball,
-you had him killed, didn't you?
-(Vogel moaning)
Why don't we continue this
at a later date, huh?
Call me back
when you got some proof.
We've got a problem.
This bug you guys pulled
out of Josh Avery's phone
belongs to us, H.
Belongs to us how, Mr. Benton?
MDPD bar code says
it was checked out
by one of our CSIs, sir.
Which CSI?
I placed the bug yesterday
when Josh was out.
Why?
He set us up.
I wanted to nail him so bad,
I could taste it.
So I set up the bug...
and I left.
The next thing I hear,
he's dead.
What's on it?
I haven't got a chance
to listen to it yet.
The flash drive's
at my apartment.
-I can pick it up.
-I want you to remove yourself
-from the case.
-What?!
You've put the lab in jeopardy,
and I want you off the case.
(gloves snapping)
Got nothing of note
from Josh Avery's cell phone.
Let's see if Samantha
got anything
that she might have recorded
from his landline.
It'll take a minute to download.
I haven't heard anything
from the adoption agency.
That's not a good sign.
Listen, it'll all work out.
-It will.
-You didn't see their face.
I just got up and walked out
in the middle of an interview.
It was an emergency;
they-they'll understand.
They're probably thinking,
if I don't have
enough time to
finish an interview,
how am I going to have
time to raise two kids?
Plenty of people manage
to be good cops
and good parents
at the same time.
It'll be all right.
I didn't want to say anything,
but there's another couple.
And they're perfect.
They're married and they live
out in one of those, um...
you know, that gated
community Bay Point.
One of 'em is an accountant,
one of 'em is a sales clerk.
They've got good hours,
there are no surprises.
Look at me.
You're the better choice.
I've been a cop for 20 years.
Maybe I'm not.
Here we go, we got something.
AVERY: I did what you wanted,
Vogel. We're done.
VOGEL: Done?
Joshua, we're just
getting started here.
That's Josh talking to Vogel.
VOGEL: Oh, please, don't.
Don't go namby-pamby on me.
AVERY: Go to hell.
I'm assuming,
the way
that you're looking at me,
that you didn't obtain
a warrant for this,
or the department
didn't get one.
And if that is the case,
then that is an illegal wiretap,
and that's inadmissible.
I just wanted you
to hear the tape.
Avery manipulated evidence
for your clients,
so you killed him
to shut him up.
Oh, he had such
an irritating little voice.
God rest his soul.
Just look at the ASA's
illicit activities.
It's a shame I can't disclose
more information.
Attorney-client privilege--
you understand that.
TRIPP: Are you telling us
he was a client?
No, l-I don't mean
Joshua Avery was a client, no.
You have the guts to tell us
who you're talking about?
(sighs)
Great.
You here to lecture me, too?
I'm just about the last guy
around here
who should be doing that.
(laughs)
Aren't we quite the pair?
At least we both know
that Josh was dirty.
(scoffs) There's no way
he was doing that on his own.
That tape you made
between him and Vogel
confirms that.
Because of me,
it doesn't matter.
Can't use it.
(kicks locker)
Okay, Sam, so what else?
What can you dig up
on this guy?
You dated him
for two years, right?
(groans)
I don't know.
He had a boat.
I mean, his dad left it to him.
Did he ever take you
out on the boat?
Two years together-- never once.
I always teased him that that's
where he kept all his secrets.
(sniffles)
It eventually became
a sore subject.
Do you remember
the number of the slip
that the boat was docked on?
Yeah, l-I think I remember.
Okay, Natalia is
down by the bay.
Do me a favor-- text her the
number of that slip, okay?
-Hey, Ryan.
-Yeah.
Will you do me a favor?
Uh, if you find out anything,
would you let me know?
I will.
(sighs)
A lot of, uh, positives, but,
boy, there are some issues...
Excuse me, excuse me, I'm here
regarding Calleigh Duquesne.
Am I in the right place?
WOMAN: Yes, you are,
but we're not
at liberty to discuss her case.
But who exactly are you?
Eric Delko.
I've worked with Calleigh
for the last ten years.
I just, uh,
I'm here as a character witness.
That is allowed, right?
Well, you're, you're
welcome to write a letter,
but in these hearings,
we only permit family.
With all due respect,
sir, I am family.
WOMAN: I'm sorry, I thought
Ms. Duquesne was alone
in adopting the North kids.
No, no, she's not alone.
She's got plenty of support.
Look, l-I know you've had your
concerns about her being a CSI
and the dangers of our job
and the level of commitment
that it takes, the hours.
It's very demanding.
It is, but being there
for each other
over all these years--
uh, that makes us a family.
Now, I'd lay down
my life for Calleigh,
and I know she'd do
the same for me.
I just want you to know
that any kids she adopts...
they're gonna be blessed
because they're gonna have
a lot of people there
to love and support them,
protect them.
So I'm just here to let
you know she's not alone.
Thanks.
(indistinct radio communication)
MAN: I'm sorry, what slip number
was it again?
Slip 73.
We got a warrant
to take a look at it.
A warrant! Wow!
That looks official.
(chuckles)
Just like in the movies, huh?
Well, number 73 is Josh
Avery's sea liner--
this big guy right here--
Passage West.
Check out the size
of this bad boy.
Might take you a while
to search it,
but his buddy was just here
dropping something off.
Is his buddy still here?
(three gunshots)
(man yells, bullet ricochets)
BOA VISTA: Cover me.
(three gunshots)
BOA VISTA: You take the back?
-TRIPP: You got it?
-BOA VISTA: Yeah, I got it.
140 Sam.
140 Sam. Shots fired.
We're at Wayside Marina.
One fatality.
I need backup right now.
TRIPP: You okay?
-BOA VISTA: Yeah, you?
-TRIPP: Yeah.
BOA VISTA: Okay.
Gone?
Yeah, he's gone.
Son of a bitch, what was
he shooting at us for, anyway?
I don't know.
(sirens approaching)
All clear back here.
It's clear down below.
BOA VISTA: Frank!
Yeah.
Something up here you might want
to take a peek at.
BOA VISTA: Take a look at this.
Bet you that's why he didn't
let Samantha on board.
The state attorney was using
his boat to hide narcotics.
He's a damn drug dealer.
Bet that's why he
got killed for it.
WOLFE: Okay, so question is:
Where did Josh Avery
get his hands
on 20 keys of meth?
ASA's, they deal with drug
offenders all the time.
Any one of those
guys could have
hooked him up
with this much weight.
I think what we need
to do is nail down
the chemical composition
of this and work backwards.
A lot of meth labs
have a unique signature.
#
Chemical compound
Ephedrine, pseudoephedrine,
sodium metal,
red phosphorus, iodine
and trace amounts
of ammonium gas.
Okay, let's see if
we can match that recipe
with the meth
that's in the MDPD database.
All right, here's our guy.
Eddie Coster.
Arrested two years ago,
after almost
blowing himself up
in his own meth lab.
Look at the
ingredients of the meth
that was confiscated
during his arrest.
Looks the same.
Numbers are almost
identical to the stuff
we found on Josh Avery's boat.
I say we got our supplier.
Wait a second. Look at this.
This meth cook, Coster,
he was tried but not convicted.
Scroll down,
see who his lawyer is.
It was Darren Vogel.
Think we need
to talk to this guy.
Come on, look at my face.
Meth nearly turned me into
a human tiki torch, okay?
We parted companies after that.
Yeah, well, you were
looking at 20 years.
How'd your attorney get you out
without doing a day?
I don't know.
I guess they worked out
some kind of deal
with the state attorney.
The man's name is Josh Avery.
And he was killed yesterday.
And we found a stash of
your meth on his boat.
-My meth?
-Your meth.
That's impossible.
They took it all--
every bag-- when I got arrested.
Well, maybe your attorney
made a deal
with that friendly ASA
to get you out of trouble.
-What do you mean?
-(wry laugh): What do I mean?
I mean for your
"get out of jail free" card,
you cut Avery and Vogel
in on your drug profits.
Profits?! From what?
Drugs! I just...
I haven't got any profits.
You guys got it all locked up.
Get out of here, Eddie!
Go! Get out of here.
Narco confiscated over 40 kilos
of meth when they busted Coster.
We need to make sure it's
still in the evidence lock-up.
-Thanks, Cory.
-Thanks, man.
Okay, yeah,
the numbers match up.
This is Coster's meth seizure.
-40 keys, right?
-Yeah.
Looks like it's all here.
So, what do you
think that means,
that Avery didn't
snatch some of the meth?
Damn it, where'd he
get it from, then?
I don't know.
Walter, is that powder moving...
Ew!
-WOLFE: ...in that bag?
WALTER: Aw...!
-Do me a favor, open that up
for a sec. -No. Uh-uh.
-It's going to be something
gross. -You're a wimp.
If this is meth, Walter,
it should turn a brownish...
orange.
Nothing.
Walter, I think this is filled
with some kind of flour.
Those bugs are weevils.
They switched out the dope.
WOLFE: Yeah, somebody
who had access to it.
SIMMONS:
Somebody like ASA Avery.
Hey, Mace, buzz me in?
-Got it.
-(Iock buzzes)
Thanks.
Thank you.
-Is that it?
-Coster.
That's him.
I don't see Avery's name
on the log-in.
-What?
-He had access, but...
Avery never logged his
meth seizure into evidence.
Who did?
No, no, no, that's
gotta be a mistake.
Walter, who did?
Oh, my God.
Oh, man...
Sam was working the night
shift when the Narco
brought in the meth shipment.
I'm just going to call
Sam and clear this up.
Yeah.
Sam, hey, it's Ryan.
Uh, do me a favor, call me
back as soon as you get this.
Okay? Just... as soon as
you get this, call me back.
Try again. Try again.
(phone ringing)
SIMMONS: Wolfe can't
get her on the phone.
Tripp sent a car to her
address, but nobody's there.
Where did she go, Walter?
I don't know but, wherever
it is, it's without her car.
Her Saab's still
parked out front.
(panting)
(crying)
MAN: Shut up!
Lieutenant, I got Darren
Vogel's office on line five.
This is Horatio Caine. Is he in?
Okay, he'll take mine.
Righty. What about his driver?
Sam's family hasn't
heard from her.
I talked to the health club, the
gun range; nobody's seen her.
Okay. Yeah.
His driver's been injured?
What about Mr. Vogel?
(sirens wailing)
OFFICER: All units
in the vicinity,
we've got a black town car
heading east on 41,
mile marker 121.
License plate: Sierra,
Juliet, 5-2-6 Oscar.
You let up on that gas for
one second and I will kill you.
Tell me that you understand!
I understand. I understand.
Eddie, if I may
make an observation.
(clears throat)
I think the crystal meth
is beginning to
cloud your judgment.
Just-just-just a little.
I almost blew myself up
making that meth.
And you think that you're
going to profit from it.
I had nothing to do with this.
Oh, shut up!
I heard all about
your ASA boyfriend.
-Vogel told me!
-Right. Right.
He beat it out of me!
Listen, Eddie, Eddie, calm down.
No! We're past that!
You cops, you lawyers--
you hide behind your badges.
(groans)
Where are you taking us?
To the Everglades.
And I'm going to bury you
under 12 feet of mud.
That's where you belong.
H, that's the car up there.
CAINE: Okay, here we go.
This is Lieutenant
Horatio Caine.
I need a roadblock
at 41st and 182.
We need a roadblock right now!
(Vogel coughs)
Go, baby, go.
Get us out of here. Go! Go! Go!
Get me out of here!
They're going over!
-(siren wailing)
-CAINE: Hands!
Hands where I can see them
right now!
Hands!
Hey. You all right?
Samantha, Samantha,
can you move?
-Come on.
-CAINE: Get me a paramedic!
-Watch your head.
-You got to move her.
-Watch your head. I got her.
-Move her!
-I got her!
-He's alive in here.
Watch your step.
Right over here.
(pained whimpering)
OWENS: I'm sorry.
He was going to kill me.
I'm sorry.
(indistinct radio communication)
WOLFE: Sam!
Sam, are you okay?
Yeah. I think I broke my ankle.
Broke her ankle.
Here, I got this.
You're gonna be okay.
Listen to me.
You're gonna be okay, all right?
I'll make sure you're okay,
all right?
You guys take good care of her.
You're gonna be okay.
(groans)
(siren wailing)
#
It's a match, isn't it?
The glass that I found
in her shoe
isn't from the accident.
It's from the wine bottle.
She was in the room.
She was there.
You know what we have to do,
Mr. Wolfe.
Let me do it.
Let me tell her.
Okay.
(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)
Hi.
Hi.
(sighs)
How do you feel?
Like I just drove off a bridge.
(sighs)
Sam, you were there.
I pulled a shard of glass
out of your shoe,
and it matched the wine bottle
in Josh's apartment...
Please, don't.
...and the shard of glass
I had in my hand.
Am I going to jail?
None of this would have happened
if you'd just listened to me.
I went there to talk to him.
What did you do?
Ryan.
Ryan? Ryan?
What'd you do to him?
You brought him here,
right to my front door.
(bottle shattering)
(panting)
You left me there.
You left me.
I defended you.
I gave you every opportunity
to tell me the truth.
When I took those exams
and went through
all that training,
I saw myself as a cop.
That was my real identity.
It was who I was, you know?
And then there was
a dead body...
right in front of me,
and I put it there.
I let you down.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
So am I.
WOMAN: Ms. Duquesne?
Yes.
I have some good news for you.
(gasps)
-Hi!
-Hi!
Are you guys coming with me?
Yeah.
You have some quality people
in your life.
I'm very lucky.
-(gasps) Oh, where did you
find that? -Is that for me?
AUSTIN: Did you hide that?
What do you think?
Should Austin wear
a flower in his hair?
Does he look better
than he's ever looked?
Oh, come on.
How about you wear one?
-Do you want to wear one?
-Let's all wear one.
Should Bunny wear one?
(cell phone ringing)
(chuckles)
Hey. I got the picture.
I love it.
DELKO: Congratulations.
I'm glad you got it.
Oh, yeah, they, um...
they were telling me that
they were actually on the fence
until some mysterious
character witness
paid them a visit.
They said he made
all the difference.
(chuckles)
I just thought it was important
for them to know
that you're not alone in this.
Now I know I'm not.
Good.
DUQUESNE: Thank you.
I think mainly, though,
the problem was,
I just never saw it coming.
You know?
I guess that old saying is true.
You can't find your honey
where you make your money.
You should try online dating.
I met LuLu in a
science chat room.
Who the hell is LuLu?
I'll show you.
Bam! Thank you.
Really?
TRIPP: Whoa! Whoa, whoa,
-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Oh!
-Wow!
-Hot.
Six months and going strong.
Looks like a model.
LOMAN: Yeah, she does, indeed.
(laughter)
Hey, can you guys
set this guy straight?
He thinks he's going
to be alone forever.
-BOA VISTA: Oh, come on. -DELKO:
Nah, come on. Maybe for a while.
Not forever.
BOA VISTA: Any girl would
be really lucky to have you.
-Really?
-Yeah, really.
You're handsome,
you're funny, you're smart.
I'll take you right now
on the table.
-(laughter)
-I'll take you right now
-on this table here.
-My goodness.
We'll leave you alone.
BOA VISTA: How about the
Hummer?
DELKO: Whoa!
WOLFE: Hey, listen,
here's the good news.
I'm, uh... I'm not a tall man,
but I have a full head of hair.
No offense.
DELKO: Ouch.
None taken.
None taken.
Thank you.
That's cute.
Oh, the truth is, man,
you'll never be alone.
You got all of us.
BOA VISTA: That's true.
Always.
Thank you, bubba.
I love you guys.
You guys are my family.
I won't ever be alone.
Yeah, I say we drink to that.
-Cheers.
-OTHERS: Cheers.
Cheers, man.
Cheers, BV.
Aha!
WOLFE: Ah.
Told you he would make it.
Somebody owes me five bucks.
I'm not saying who.
(laughter)
TRIPP: Horatio.
Can we get you
something to drink?
Only if Mr. Wolfe buys.
WOLFE: Hey!
DELKO: Hope you're not thirsty.
(laughter)