CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 10, Episode 6 - By the Book - full transcript

(wind whistling)

(thunder crashes)

DUQUESNE: Thanks.

DELKO: Sure.

That's the first time
I've taken

a car ferry
to a dead body callout.

(Delko chuckles)

911 operator, uh,
listed this as the address.

Caller didn't leave his name,

but she said the voice
sounded like a male.

-(door creaking)
-Whoa...



That's creepy.

(wind whistling)

Who exactly owns this place?

Deed is in the name
of a living trust

with no named beneficiary.

It's untraceable.

Looks like old money.

Not exactly warm and cozy.

Uh-uh. No.

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

Oh, my God.

Never seen a body
this pale before.

There's no blood in it.



It's very difficult
to remove blood

from a body if the heart's
not beating,

so more than likely, she was
alive when this happened.

Dispatch said an anonymous male
called this in?

Yeah, anonymous male caller.

Take a look at this.

This is weird.

She's got two puncture wounds
in her neck.

And they're not from a needle.
Those are bite marks.

-Bite marks.
-Yeah.

I hate Halloween.

# Yeah! #

# We don't get fooled again #

# Don't get fooled again #

# No, no! #

I don't see any blood.

DELKO:
Human body has eight pints.

It should be all
over the floor.

She couldn't
have been killed here.

We've got to find the
original crime scene.

CAINE: Yes, we do...

before our killer kills again.

LOMAN: Can I get in there?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, guys, the only way to
access this island is via ferry.

No visitors allowed.

You got to be
on a special cleared list.

We're going to need
a copy of that list.

Tripp's on it.

We're also going to need
her bracelet and her watch.

-Along with her other effects.
-Yeah.

-I know.
-Thanks, Tom.

Uh, I haven't been able
to I.D. her yet.

Hmm. Her name is Andrea Edison.

How do you know that?

Found her pass in her pocket
for the ferry.

She's the housekeeper

for the mansion. You're welcome.

Oh, thank you.

(chuckles)

Andrea Edison, huh?

Okay, here she is.

24 years old, and she graduated

summa cum laude
from Vanderbilt University.

SIMMONS: What?

What woman with a degree

from the Harvard of the South
cleans houses?

It's a tough job market.

Yo, butterfingers, you okay?

My hands-- they feel funny.

They feel funny how?
They feel numb?

Just tingly.

We need to check those gloves.

-Wait.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

They smell like dead mice.

You exterminate, too?

No. In college, we had

a mousetrap
next to the fridge, and...

you never forget the smell
of dead mice.

LOMAN:
You know, hemlock smells

like dead mice.

I'm trained to look
for it in autopsies.

Because it's fatal if it
enters the bloodstream.

So maybe Andrea had some
hemlock

on her that transferred
to your gloves.

She got you feeling all tingly.

Probably a small dose.

But I should wash my hands.

A lot.

Let's check the grounds.

Yeah.

WOLFE: So the site says
it looks like Queen Anne's lace?

SIMMONS:
Yeah, with blotchy stems.

Oh, and umbrellas on top.

Yeah, so either a white flower
or a blue flower.

Walter, tell me why
someone would want to put

North America's most dangerous
plant in their front yard.

Antisocial?

Or they're a fan
of nausea, exhaustion

delirium and convulsions.

That or death.

Possibly.

Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Wow.

So beautiful, yet so deadly.

Hey.

Tell you what, we got
to find the gardener.

SIMMONS: Hey!

Who are you?

MDPD. Who are you?

The gardener.

BOTH: You're coming with us.

CAINE: We're going
to find hemlock

all over those gloves,
aren't we, Kenny?

Keeps pests out of the garden.

Why did we find it
on your colleague's dead body?

Was she a pest, too?

Andrea liked to take her
lunch breaks out in the garden.

She could have touched
the stuff then.

Or maybe she got
the hemlock on her

while you were draining
her blood.

(chuckles softly)
Like I told you,

I've been in the woods
all morning, chopping wood.

Owner likes three cords
at all times stacked...

I'm going to need to talk
to your employer.

Never actually met them.

Andrea said they're in Milan.

A whole staff tending a house
that no one lives in?

Only in Miami.

We're paid to keep it shipshape

in case anyone decides
to stop in.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Where the hell
you think you're going?

You have no probable cause
to detain me.

I assume you're not charging me.

I'm happy to get
a lawyer involved.

What do you think?

I think we need to find
the owner of that house.

(camera shutter snaps)

Hey, I've got
a letter here.

I don't recognize this language
at all.

I don't, either.

Look at the ink.

The ink's very strange.

If we can decipher
what this letter says,

maybe we can figure out
the homeowner's name.

DELKO: This isn't Russian.

I don't think it's Polish,
either.

Might be Czech.

U.S. Military
is coming up empty.

I mean, it's entirely possible
it's just gibberish.

(sighs)

Well, our killer thinks
he's a vampire.

Maybe it's an occult writing.

That's a good idea.

Occult language, North America,
present day to...

-1950.
-1950.

It's got something.

Turns out this language
was invented recently.

How recently?

2009.

And you will never
believe by who.

You want me to track down who?

Sir.

Woman's name is Marilyn Milner.

Thank you, sir.

Am I supposed to know
who that is?

She wrote a vampire book series
called Love's Last Bite.

Every kid in the country
owns a copy.

She's a billionaire.

Sorry, but I've
never heard of her.

Well, apparently, whoever
killed Andrea has.

Turns out Marilyn owns the
house Andrea was murdered in.

Okay. By some guy
who thinks he's a vampire?

She created this vampire
language for the book series.

Uh, she calls it Davi.

It's very loosely
based on Croatian.

Okay.

What does this Davi letter say?

Well, it says a bunch of stuff.

Uh, gives her high
praise for the books,

and then he closes by saying,

"In your honor, I will drink
the blood of the virgin.

Signed, Your Eternal Disciple."

Huh.

Creep carried it out on Andrea.

You lift any prints
off that letter?

None. Calleigh's working
another angle,

but we got to get ahold
of this woman, Marilyn.

-I'll get on it.
-Thanks.

Is that the vampire letter?

Yep.

Mm.

Okay, so why didn't you take
it to Questioned Documents?

Because I flouresced it.

Oh.

Okay.

It turns black. It's blood.

The only question now is whose.

Okay.

#

#

#

MAN: Suspect Rayburn is on
the move from his last known,

headed into the woods behind
the north side of his property.

(helicopter flying over)

(Duquesne screams)

-DUQUESNE: Ow!
-CAINE: Wes!

Let me see those hands, Wes.
Get 'em up!

Let me see those hands.

Are you okay?

I think so.

DUQUESNE: What the hell...?

Stay where you are, son.

Wes, you gotta come down!

Wes...

(groans)

You are under arrest.

I'm gonna sue.

Be my guest.

So you wrote a letter
to Marilyn Milner.

DUQUESNE:
Andrea's Marilyn's housekeeper.

Is this... Andrea's blood?

I don't know any Andrea.

That's the blood
of an ex-paramour.

Okay. In the letter,
you mentioned

you were planning to drink
the blood of a virgin.

Which we know
is medically impossible.

So how did you do it?
Did you use a needle?

Prokletstvo na svoju kucu.

Answer my question.

All right.

I went out to Marilyn's house.

I wanted to see why
she never responded

to my earlier letters.

I found Andrea.

That's when I knew.

You knew what?

Well, this was Marilyn's
response.

She left this beautiful
dead girl hanging,

her neck exposed,

as a gift for me.

(thunder rumbling)

What you're telling me is Andrea
was dead when you found her.

That's right.

And pale. So pale.

And then you bit her?

I wanted to drink her blood...

but there was no blood
to drink.

Go ahead and send me
to the chair.

-I'm immortal.
-I'd love to.

Eric, listen, uh, we need to
take another look at the victim.

Yeah. Anything specific?

Yes, very specific. Book him.

Okay, so Marilyn purchased
a ticket to go where?

Uh-huh.

You got a flight number on that?

Okay.

No, no, she'd be
traveling alone.

No husband, no kids.

All right, thanks, Tripp.

-Hey. You free?
-Yep.

I could use a hand at the
mansion, if you don't mind.

Mm! You got it.

It looks like Marilyn
has just disappeared.

So no sign of her after Milan.

Nope.

She purchased a ticket
to go to London last week,

but no one can confirm
whether or not

she actually boarded the flight.

Wait-- so, nobody sees her
doing book signings,

no one's even seen her
in two years...

Looks like she just keeps
moving around and around.

I don't know. I'm starting
to wonder if she even exists.

Tom, did you find where,
exactly, on Andrea's body

they drained her?

No, but I can tell you
he didn't drain everything.

I found an eighth of an ounce
of blood in her calves.

Well, whoever did it
used a needle,

so there's gotta be
a puncture mark.

Just one more rinse.

I think you survived
the hemlock.

I don't think it's
in your blood stream.

Better safe than sorry.

What is that?

That's strange.

That's weird.

I'll take a look at this.

Do me a favor--
please let us know

as soon as you find
the puncture mark.

-Mm-hmm.
-Thanks.

Trichloroanisole
and trichlorophenol.

Trichlorophenol--
that's an anti-microbial

used to process wood.

Produced when you combine
chlorine and phenol.

Trichloroanisole is
a chemical that causes wine

to become tainted-- or "corked."

So these specs came from
a faulty wine cork.

Faulty cork will ruin
even the best bottle.

Maybe your victim was pairing
a wine for dinner last night

when she was attacked.

Pairing a wine, hm?

You know,
Pinot Grigio with fish,

Cabernet Sauvignon
with red meat...

Yeah, I know. What, did you go
to butler school or something?

It's a requirement
in England. Mm-hmm.

All right, well,
I need to go talk to

whoever was handling the wines
at the mansion.

DELKO: So you're
Marilyn Milner's chef?

Yes.

You have a stain on your
jacket, Mr. Kingman.

It's not blood, it's wine.

Interesting.

We found bits of cork
in Andrea's hair.

I was prepping for dinner.

Who were you preparing
dinner for?

Nobody lives at the house.

Well, still, we have to be ready
in case Ms. Milner shows up.

I opened a burgundy,
I heard a noise in the library,

and I found her.

Andrea, was that you?

The dishwasher
needs to be unloaded

as soon as you get a chance.

The only reason
I touched Andrea's neck

was to check for a pulse.

So you're the man
that called 911?

Yeah.

Both hands on the table, please.
Palm up.

These are negative for blood.

I told you...

Why didn't you stick around?

Marilyn's editor told me not to.

Who's her editor?

Joseph Crumbaugh.

-Crumbaugh.
-DUQUESNE: And you called him?

He was there.

DELKO: Hey, stop lying
to us, all right?

You were there this morning.

Now, you're either covering
for yourself or Marilyn.

And I'll say it again-- I wasn't
at the house this morning.

Do you see my name on the list?

That's a beautiful boat.

That yours?

Yes. It is.

So you took your own boat
back to the house this morning.

I went to go see Andrea.

We were, uh... look,
the last thing I need is

my biggest writer,
while she's in Europe,

reading that they found a
dead body on her property.

And me there at 6:00 a.m.

I'd have to explain I was
sleeping with her maid.

Totally unprofessional.

So is murder.

I found her that way.

(thunder rumbling)

You call 911 and then
you get out of here.

Now.

(sighs heavily)

Well, you gotta believe me.

No, I don't.

I have Luminoled every nook
and cranny in this place.

Not a drop of blood.

No, I know.

There are eight pints of blood
in a human body

and there is none of it
in this house.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

(phone beeps)

Horatio?

Yeah, it's Walter.

Yeah, yeah, we're
here at the house.

We're striking out on any sort
of original crime scene.

No.

He was?

Just now.

-Who was what?
-Okay.

Did you get a slip number
on that?

Okay, thanks.

What? What?

Okay, the book editor's got
a boat that he may have taken

out to the island
this morning to kill Andrea.

-Really?
-Yeah.

We gotta check out that boat.

All right.

This is it-- #1 Best Cellar.

Cute.

Yeah, I hope Marilyn didn't
write that for him.

No, but I bet you he bought it
with the sales from her books.

I should have been a writer.

SIMMONS:
Whoo-ee, look at this thing.

BOA VISTA:
It's gonna be a lot of work.

SIMMONS (sighs): Yep.

Let's start with the deck.

Wand for biologicals,
see what we find.

-Shh-shh-shh-shh.
-What?

(indistinct chatter)

Do you hear that?

Horatio has the editor
down at PD.

Yeah, and the door's open.
You got it?

(indistinct chatter)

"Marina screamed as Sebastian
tied her to the post..."

Bound. Bound her to the post.

I liked it the first way.

Oh, geez.

It's not what it looks like.
We were just re-enacting.

BOA VISTA:
"Her skin prickled with

maybe fear,
maybe something else"?

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you guys are writing
the next Marilyn Milner novel.

Wait a minute.

You guys are ghostwriters?

We can't confirm that.

We signed confidentiality
agreements.

Well, murder trumps those.

Yeah, what was that whole
chef/gardener act?

Those were just a ruse.

Ruse? Clever word.

You guys are writers.

We usually write at the mansion.

We're supposed to pretend to be
the help when people show up.

To continue that ruse?

Well, after we found Andrea,
Joseph told us to pack up

all of our stuff
and write from here.

We can't keep working here.

This place is gonna be swarming
with police in a half hour.

That's why you're gonna
get Kenny and your computer

and you're gonna
go work on my boat.

Is that really necessary?

You want to stay
in business, don't you?

(thunder rumbles)

(sighs)

So is it just the two of you,
or is Marilyn here?

-That's Andrea's stuff.
-Andrea, our victim?

ANDREA: I know
how to punch up this chapter.

Andrea was one of us.

KINGMAN: We've been writing
Ms. Milner's novels

for three years.

Andrea turned in our last
manuscript this morning.

We're onto the next one now.

So, where's Marilyn?

KENNY: We've never met her.

-What?
-Wait a minute, you guys write

exactly like her, but
you've never met her?

Well, she gives us storylines,
general ideas.

But we do the rest.

(scoffs)

Uh... what are you doing?!

Excuse me,
we're trying to work here.

Yep. Me, too.

(sighs)

There's no blood here.

Yeah, this wasn't the place
where Andrea was killed.

This is Andrea's computer,
right?

-What's the password?
-We don't know.

Man, what's the damn password?!

"Nobel."

Thank you!

Thinks highly of herself. Nobel.

Very highly of herself.

Oh, got an urgent message
to the editor in here.

From when?

Looks like it was sent
a week ago.

"Pay me commensurate with
my written contributions

"to the manuscript I will
deliver to you next week,

"in the amount of $100,000.

"If you fail to, I will have
no choice but to withhold

"the manuscript and alert
the media

"that the bestselling author
Marilyn Milner is a fraud.

Sincerely, Andrea."

So, this is about blackmail.

Andrea was blackmailing you,
wasn't she?

I went to go pay her,

'cause she was gonna expose
Marilyn and stop writing.

And frankly she was

the best ghost I had.

Look, when I found her
hanging there,

I took the manuscript and I
told Lawrence to call it in...

Where is the manuscript?

What does that matter?

She was threatening
to withhold it, wasn't she?

If she didn't leave
the manuscript,

that's a double dose of motive.

(thunder rumbling)

JOSEPH:
I took it to the printer.

-I'll go pick it up.
-I'll go with you.

CAINE: No, you won't.

You're gonna
wait here with me.

(elevator bell dings)

Sarge?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you, sir.

Wow. The murder in
Marilyn's new book

-is identical to
Andrea Edison. -Look at this:

Very first chapter, she says

that the housekeeper
was exsanguinated.

It says here in chapter two that
there was a puncture mark

in-between the
housekeeper's toes.

Really?

Let me call Tom
and let him know.

Chapter three, we got a
mysterious visitor

showing up from out of town.

Well, see, what's a good book
without a mysterious visitor?

Okay, so who knows about this?
Uh, Marilyn herself,

the editor, the printers
and the ghostwriters.

-Right?
-Right.

Hey, uh... does anybody have
anything on chapter six?

I just read the end.
The killer's not named.

Which means the ending
is up to us.

So, we haven't found
the original crime scene?

No, Ryan's working on it...
Hey, Tom?

I have something
I want you to check out.

(sobbing)

(panting)

LOMAN:
You're gonna want to see this.

Actually, I want to see this.

Marilyn Milner's island.
A thousand acres.

We know Andrea's blood
wasn't drained in the house.

So maybe we can get a little
high-tech help

to tell us where it was.

See these puncture marks

in Andrea's third
dorsal digital artery?

I can only get as close as
200 feet, but even from here,

I can tell that's another
structure on the island.

-It's isolated and concealed.
-That's where she was

drained of her blood,
just like in Marilyn's new book.

Yeah, I think that's where
it happened.

What do we got here?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh... no!

Marilyn didn't!

Oh, man! You know what this is?

Oh, this is the
Rolls-Royce Phantom.

You can't get this thing off

the showroom floor for less
than 400 grand. Ouch!

I wonder if the IV
and the needle come standard.

With the blood.

(grunting and gasping)

Oh, my God!

We just found our
original crime scene.

No one has keys to that car
except for Marilyn.

She loves that thing.

Andrea Edison died in that car.

Could Marilyn be in town?

No. She texted me
from Milan this morning.

I'd show you the text,
but you took my phone away.

Run a trace
on that text, Walter.

Okay?

TRIPP: Excuse me.

Are you Marilyn Milner?

It's funny, I get that all
the time, but I'm afraid not.

Really? Well,
we know who you are.

I could write you an autograph,
but it would be a fake.

You know, in the modern world of
technology, there are many ways

-to identify someone.
-(phone beeping)

Marilyn.

I bought this car with the
money from my first book.

Andrea Edison was exsanguinated
in that car, ma'am.

BOA VISTA: So, you told
your editor you were in Milan.

I was, until this morning.

Okay, well, we know that Andrea
was blackmailing your editor,

saying that she was gonna
expose your entire scam,

so you got motive.

But I didn't know. Joseph
handles all of the writers.

And he did mention that she was
the most talented of the bunch.

Why would I kill someone
who makes my life so easy?

-Why don't you tell us? -Your
ghostwriters work off you ideas.

-And?
-And the book never mentions

who the killer is or what
he did with the blood.

I don't remember.

An author that doesn't recall
the content of her own work.

Okay, so not only do you
not write your own books,

you also don't read them?

I'm really pressed for time.

Joseph did say, though, that

the epilogue would answer all of
the readers' questions.

That's a bonus chapter,

and it's only available
on the audio version.

The epilogue?

NARRATOR:
He wanted the maid to know

what happened to women
who didn't behave.

But he also...

Okay, what do we have?

-Ready to go.
-Let's hear it, please.

NARRATOR: The killer knew
what he had to do.

He took a crystal goblet,
perfectly shined, worthy of her.

He poured her blood
in the goblet,

and he drank her blood
like wine.

Go back to that, please.

He poured
her blood in the goblet,

and he drank her blood
like wine.

"Drank her blood like wine."

Mr. Wolfe, the beige specs
that we found

on Andrea's body
from the cork...

We need to examine Ms. Milner's
wine collection.

#

CAINE: You murdered
Andrea Edison,

and then
you removed her blood.

TRIPP: Then...

you stored 'em...

in these wine bottles.

All because she was a better
writer than you.

She wasn't better.

She just took credit
for everything I wrote.

Yeah, like that exsanguination
scene in Love's Last Bite?

I've been reading her work.

My work.

I wrote that scene.

(chuckles)
She told Joe that she did.

She took credit for it.

Yes, but you didn't
tell Joe the truth, did you?

Please.

Andrea played him
with her short skirts

and grad school vocabulary.

And Joe told her that she
was meant for better things.

You know what that means?

Her own book deal.
Off of my work.

How'd you get her in the car?

We finished our
third book last night.

I said we deserved
a ride in the Rolls.

We earned it.

(both laughing)

(thunder crashing)

Which is where you murdered her.

I gave her a chance
to make things right.

She refused.

I think that was the best
chapter I've ever written.

You mean the chapter you stole?

You corrected the punctuation,
you didn't write it.

You didn't know anything
about exsanguination

until I laid it out for you.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't know what
I'm talking about?

You're the one who actually
thought a vampire

could empty a body
of its blood supply.

You need help, Lawrence.

No...

You do.

(gasps)

Let go!

-(screaming)
-Shut up!

-Let go! Let go!
-Shut up!

Oh, my God!

(screams)

Oh, my God!

(gasping)

And then you exsanguinated her.

I did.

Every last drop.

(screaming)

Shut up!

(thunder crashing)

What are you doing?!

Stop! Let go!

Oh, my God.

(sobbing)

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Oh! No!

You see? This is how it's done.

(thunder crashing)

Yes, but you see, the problem is
you left an eighth of an ounce.

The process was
taking way too long.

Her blood was coming
out really slowly.

I had to get her hung up
and back to the house

before everyone else got there.

Why not bury her?

Why drain her blood,

put it in wine bottles and
hang her in the library?

Because that's how it
was done in the book.

Figured you'd think
some crazed fan did it.

But we didn't, and now we're
going to book you for murder.

So, please.

Well, what're you thinking?

He said the exsanguination
was too slow.

Yeah. She was young and healthy.

Her heart should've
been pumping fast.

It means her blood would have
pumped out more quickly.

Why do you think he had so
much trouble draining it?

I don't know. But Tom found
hemlock on her, didn't he?

Yeah. So all that stuff
gets in the bloodstream,

slows the heart down?

Who put it there, Frank?

Okay, more of Andrea's
personal items.

I've got nothing
on the outside of the watch.

DELKO:
Let's look at the bracelet.

Hmm, I mean, if you were
going to poison somebody,

you'd want to make sure
you put it somewhere

you know it would seep
into their skin.

Bracelet is fluorescing red.

It's positive for hemlock.

The watch is as well,
but only trace amounts.

It's not enough
to slow the heart.

The hemlock was on her wrist?

Yeah, that's right.

What about perfume?

Perfume's positive for hemlock.

At least now we know how
the poison was delivered.

"Fatto in Milano."

Made in Milan.

We know somebody
that was just there.

I'll have another.

She certainly will.

Ah.

Marilyn, you sent Andrea
a bottle of perfume.

As a gift.
Because she was my best writer.

Why would you send her a gift
when she was blackmailing you?

Andrea thought
she had what it took to be me.

She kept threatening
to expose me,

and then Joseph last week
said he thought

she was about
to go through with it.

So you knew about the blackmail.

DELKO: You knew she was
going to tell everyone

that you don't actually write
your own books.

A week ago, she
demanded $100,000.

Next time it could
be a million.

So I did what I had to do.

You tried to kill her.

I sent her perfume.

There was hemlock
in that perfume.

DELKO:
You figured if you poisoned her

slowly through the skin,
that no one would notice.

But I didn't kill her.

We call that attempted murder.

For that, you get
15 to 25 years.

You know, I've known dozens
of police officers.

I've interviewed them,
I've done ride-alongs.

-And I know how your mind works.
-Is that a fact?

You think there's a right and a
wrong, and that if you arrest me

some sort of justice
is going to be served,

but really you'd
just be giving me

fodder for my next book.

Which you will be
writing from prison.

You're under arrest.

(handcuffs clicking)

Ow.

Marilyn?

Marilyn Milner, is that you?

You don't even know
who I am, do you?

I made you.

Whoop, whoop, no callouts.

Who's up to grab dinner?

-I am. -Me.
-I'll meet you there.

Hey, Frank, you up for dinner?

Uh, no, I'm waiting
on a case meeting.

So, you know...
Maybe next time.

WOLFE: Guys, bad news.

We just got a callout.

Homicide on Collins Ave.

Witnesses report
the murderer was...

a werewolf.

(laughing)

-I hate Halloween.
-BOA VISTA: Good luck with that.

DELKO: Frank, next time.

Yeah.