CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 10, Episode 7 - Sinner Takes All - full transcript
A high stakes poker game is disrupted by a masked assassin, leaving one player dead and the CSIs baffled.
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(elevator bell dings)
The lady's raise is yours
to match, Mr. Paxton.
Mr. Huntsman raises $50,000.
Lady will now call,
raise or fold?
All in.
#
Pot is now two million.
Players will now
show their cards.
The lady wins the pot--
full house, aces high.
HUNTSMAN:
You got to be kidding me.
Who invited her? Was it you?
(screaming)
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(siren blaring)
Suspect description, same
as the Bal Harbor robbery, H--
devil mask,
a TEC-9 automatic.
So it's him again,
isn't it, Walter?
Yup. Makes it, what, ten big
games that he's hit so far?
Wonder how much he got
away with this time.
One, maybe two million?
Huh.
All right, so, the chandelier
must have gotten hit
when the robber
opened fire.
Dropped on this poor bastard
who picked the wrong seat,
crushing him to death.
Maybe not, Walter.
That's a bullet hole.
Look at that. Sure is.
Glass from the broken chandelier
bulbs inside the wound
means that he was shot before
the chandelier fell on him.
Collateral damage
from the shooting.
Guy's never shot anybody
before, H. He's making mistakes.
Yes, he is, Walter.
And we all pay for our mistakes.
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
(siren blaring)
(camera shutter clicking)
So tell me how this guy smashed
through that window.
It's tempered glass,
at least a half-inch thick.
You're right.
That's odd.
I'm going to take this evidence
back with me to the P.D.
Thank you.
DUQUESNE:
Hey, Tom, what have you got?
LOMAN:
Meet Benjamin Paxton,
one of Hollywood's
biggest movie producers.
Hmm.
Is there something wrong?
The wound to his neck
is the gunshot exit wound,
not the entrance.
Where's the entrance?
Tom, there's some blood here.
Wait, there's an entrance wound
here, above his hip,
but it appears it's
the only one on his body.
Wait a minute, you're
telling me that it came
into his hip and went
out through his neck?
How is that possible?
(grunts)
I think it rode the subway.
Meaning... it ricocheted
off his hip bone
into his abdominal aorta
and hitched a ride
up into his heart,
then passed along his clavicle
before it exited out
his trapezius muscle.
(train clanking)
Wow.
-It's fascinating.
-So, where did
the subway bullet end up?
Sadly, that is
not my department.
(clears throat)
-(laughs)
-Ah...
Samantha Owens?
How goes it, teddy bear?
Good, how about you?
What are you doing here?
The sun's still out.
I scratched and clawed
to get off nights,
and here I am, day-shifting.
Yeah, I don't miss
graveyard much either.
How about you?
You miss me?
Uh... not really, no.
(laughing):
Liar.
(laughs)
What's with the box
on my desk?
Your desk?
Wow, okay, that was quick.
This-- I collected all
this from the crime scene.
I need you to look it over.
Heard somebody jumped
through a window
-or something crazy.
-Yeah, yeah,
in the past,
this guy just marched in
to rob some poker games, but now
he's making Cliffhanger moves.
Ah, sounds
like he's evolving.
Yeah.
Loose bills, cards, a flask.
Uh, what exactly
should I be looking for?
Anything and everything,
Sam O.
Right.
TRIPP:
All right, everybody, listen up.
You're interfering
with a police investigation,
so just back off.
Did somebody die?
I said back off.
Yo, that's Isaiah
Stiles, the rapper.
Stay there.
Hey, come here a second.
You hurt?
Yeah, I got clipped upstairs.
Tom, come here a second.
Take a look.
Hey, man,
hurry up before paparazzi
sees me like this, hurry up.
TRIPP:
Want to tell me how you just now
figured out you got shot?
LOMAN: Likely from a rush
of adrenaline.
The effect made his body
oblivious to the wound.
(grunting)
Oh, what are you...?
(grunts)
(panting)
Hey, thanks a lot
for your help.
All right, hold on a second.
Let's go get you bandaged up,
and then we're gonna take a
little trip downtown. Let's go.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Tom.
I got a bullet
for you down here.
That's impossible.
I just finished bagging
the last of the 30 bullets
that our robber fired.
That would give us
one nine-millimeter too many.
Well, you're the expert,
but it looks
to me like a .45.
I just retrieved it
out of one of the players.
Really?
Tom, if you've got a .45, I
think that's our subway bullet.
Are you implying
it exited Benjamin Paxton's neck
and struck another person?
I'm not implying;
I think that's true.
HUNTSMAN:
Come on, the only thing
you're gonna find in my pockets
is my lawyer's business card.
What are you guys
looking for, anyway?
A .45 automatic.
Sorry, I only use
guns in my movies.
Mr. Hollywood's clean, H.
(handcuffs clinking)
What, you're arresting me--
on what charge?
For illegal gambling.
You're kidding.
I'll be out by lunch.
Ma'am, could I see
inside your bag, please?
It's not what it looks like.
That... is exactly
what it looks like.
You're under arrest.
(gunshots)
CAINE: A producer, a rapper,
a movie star,
and now you-- a housewife.
I don't understand.
Look, l-I was at an illegal
poker game, I'll admit that,
but I didn't shoot anyone.
But why have a gun?
Because I was waiting for him.
You were waiting for the thief.
Mm-hmm.
Six months ago he robbed a game
that my son Kevin
was playing at.
Kevin tried to stop him,
and the thief hit him over the
back of the head with his gun,
and it caused a hemorrhage
and Kevin almost died.
I remember the case.
Kevin really was
such a brilliant kid,
and I'm not just saying this
'cause I'm his mother.
I mean, he was going
to medical school in the fall.
So, you were at the
game for revenge.
Yeah.
Kevin wasn't even a gambler.
After his dad passed away,
he was kind of lost,
and I think he just started
gambling to cope with it.
How is he doing now?
His issues come and go.
He's in therapy,
but he still suffers
from memory loss
and confusion.
Okay.
How did you get invited
into the game?
EVELYN:
Joey Ranzone.
He operated the games
that Kevin used to play.
So I contacted him.
RANZONE: My big games
are A-listers only.
Why should I let
some Miami Lakes housewife
have a seat at one
of my tables?
That's why.
You gonna give me the
address now, or what?
I can be persuaded.
EVELYN: Took out a second
mortgage on my home.
And then, before I knew it,
I was playing
every high-stakes poker game
there was.
Because you were waiting
for the thief to return.
Yeah. I know it sounds stupid,
but what else could I do?
You could have called
the police.
That's what I would have done.
Wolfe, give me what you got.
You find anything on that glass?
No blood on the glass
which means the robber
didn't cut himself
coming through the window.
(groans)
WOLFE: And it's tempered glass--
for high-rises.
So Tarzan comes swinging in,
he collides with this glass--
it should have
pancaked him, right?
Exactly, which is why I switched
my search from looking
for biologicals to looking
for some sign of tampering.
Here. What do you think
that means?
-It's got a groove on it.
-Right.
This one here.
Another groove.
Huh.
Well, it's not
from the manufacturer.
And it's deep, too--
at least a quarter
of the way through.
That would compromise
the strength of the glass.
Which means it was
done from the inside.
(scraping)
Which also confirms
that our robber
was working with a partner.
Not a lot of materials that
could cut glass this deep.
No. A diamond, maybe.
Then again, ceramic can cut
up glass pretty good, too.
Did you just say ceramic?
Yeah. These are ceramic
frames, just like I thought.
BOA VISTA:
Oh, they're all scratched up.
That happen
when you were scoring
the windows for the robber?
(chuckles) Please.
Yeah, well, see, we talked
to your ex-publicist,
and she said you're in the hole
for $400,000
from playing poker.
Where I come from,
that's chump change.
Where I come from,
that's motive.
So you rob the game,
you take the cash,
you pay off your debt.
That's a good plan.
Except I'm on the verge
of signing my next big movie.
Was going to pay off the debt
with that.
Do you guys seriously think
I would throw away
my entire career
over some poker money?
No, but do you know
what I do seriously think?
You're a really bad actor,
and you're not
going to be able
to lie your way through this.
Well, until you can prove that,
me and my glasses
will be on set.
Yeah, except they
give us probable cause,
so you and your glasses
are going to have to sit down.
DUQUESNE: Ballistics
came back negative.
She didn't shoot anybody.
She's telling the truth,
and the shooter
is still out there.
Question is, why didn't someone
see a shooter with
a .45 kill Paxton?
There's one way to find out.
Okay, based on
our recovered casings,
our robber shot
his TEC-9 from there.
And he left a void.
He shot to the left and the
right above the table.
He hit the door.
Yeah.
He didn't even come close
to hitting Paxton,
let alone the table.
So he was just trying
to scare people.
Yeah, that confirms
that our robber
with the TEC-9
didn't shoot him.
It means there
was a second shooter
in the room
who shot him with a .45.
Hmm.
The question is, where
was he in the room?
Originally, we thought
that Paxton was sitting
at the table
and he turned
to shield himself.
Right, he turned away
from the robber
coming through the window.
But he couldn't have been shot
from that angle
because the wound is too low.
The table would have shattered.
What if he was facing
straight ahead?
Well, then that would mean
that the .45 that hit him
came from across the room.
Now, look at that.
We got marks.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Hey, Ryan, this vent is bent.
I will bet you anything
that our shooter put his gun
through it.
WOLFE:
Perfect line of sight.
Easy shot for somebody
who knows what they're doing.
Yep. It's positive for GSR.
Okay, that confirms our shooter
was up there.
One robber breaks in through
the window, lights up the room,
just as our guy in the vent
is taking a shot.
Then it exited
through one victim
and into Isaiah Stiles's arm.
(rapid gunfire)
But why would he shoot
at Paxton?
It's not like he's a threat.
So that no one would know
he was a target.
Ryan, this was an assassination.
(rapid gunfire)
WOLFE:
Walter, check this out.
The robbers weren't there
just to get the money.
They were there
to kill Ben Paxton, too.
-Really?
-Yeah.
What do you got?
I analyzed the playing cards
from the poker game,
and I found something.
Take a look at this.
It has a combination of tumeric
and rubbing alcohol on it,
which, when combined,
creates...
Fluorescent ink?
-Right.
-Which is the same ink
used by the government
to mark bills.
But it's invisible
to the naked eye, so...
Every face card was
marked with it.
Okay, somebody was cheating
at the poker game.
OWENS: And if it was Paxton,
that might be
why somebody wanted him dead.
Hmm. Could be.
WOLFE: Now, if somebody
was marking the cards
with special ink, how'd they
do it without being seen?
By being very, very sly, boys.
See, I found traces of ink
both in this glass
and flask, and also on
the drinking straw.
Okay, so the cheater
poured the ink from the flask
into the glass by pretending
it was alcohol...
And then used the straw
to mark the cards with the ink.
SIMMONS:
Okay, so they marked the cards.
But like I said, it's invisible
to the naked eye,
so how'd they see it?
There was no big UV light
hanging in the hotel room.
By using lenses that enhance UV.
Natalia. I checked
Jason Huntsman's glasses,
and they don't have the
UV-enhancing lenses.
He was the only player
with glasses.
Right, but take a look
at Evelyn Bowers'
booking photo.
Take a look
at her license photo.
Yeah?
Notice something
about the eyes?
Brown eyes
in the license photo.
And the booking
photo-- they're blue.
That could only mean one thing.
CAINE: Evelyn, on your
driver's license,
you have brown eyes.
So why are your eyes blue now?
You can help yourself here.
Fine.
Joey's games just kept getting
bigger and bigger.
Cheating was the only way
I could afford to stay in them.
WOLFE: So you had to win
to keep playing.
CAINE:
By marking the face cards.
WOLFE: And those contacts
allowed you to see the marks.
EVELYN:
I didn't know what else to do.
This man who ruined my son's
life was out there walking free.
He had to pay.
Okay, but that's not up to you.
I can't sleep at night.
I have these nightmares about
what this man did to my baby.
I just want
the nightmares to end.
Okay, so contact
that hotel manager and find out
why an armed man had
access to those vents.
-Yeah. Excuse me.
-Yes, sir.
-Can I help you?
-I'm here,
um, to post bail for my mom.
Okay, your mom's name is?
Evelyn Bowers.
l-I would've been here earlier,
but I had to bum a ride.
Okay.
All right, um, have a seat.
I'll be right back.
-All right?
-Okay.
All right.
(clears throat)
Mrs. Bowers, your son
is here to post bail.
Kevin?
That's impossible.
Why do you say that?
I told him to stay home.
He's a kid; he doesn't
even have any money.
I mean, he just, he gets
confused a lot after his injury.
Okay. What are you
planning to do?
I don't know.
I'll figure something out.
But in the meantime,
he needs to get home
till I can get out of here.
What if I were
to give him a ride?
-You would do that?
-Sure.
Sit tight.
(whispers):
It's locked.
You got a key?
Yeah, yeah, I think,
I think so.
Sometimes sequences get
out of order and, you know...
gets all jumbled up
in my head.
Thanks.
You know, it's just hard
to keep track.
Notes help.
That's my mom.
She's good to me.
Kevin, where's the furniture?
My mom sold it.
Well, most of it.
She's in trouble, isn't she?
I hope not.
I got your text.
What's up?
Okay, I've been
going over
these photos that Ryan took
in the air vent at the hotel.
Mm-hmm. That's where
the second shooter was, here.
You got anything?
Well, you see that imprint
of the triangle?
It turns out, it's blood.
-That's great. We get a DNA hit?
-No, so I sent it
over to Trace and it popped
positive for titanium.
That's weird, right?
Maybe not, right?
The naturally occurring oxide
from titanium
is titanium dioxide,
which, when it's in
pigment form, is titanium...
Titanium white.
Which is used in the
application of tattoos.
Are you thinking this is
from a freshly-inked tattoo?
I'm thinking that
when our shooter might have
pressed up against the vent,
it left an imprint.
Who gets a tattoo of a triangle?
People are getting tattoos
altered and added to
all the time these days.
You're thinking that the
triangle could have been
added to a preexisting tatoo?
Yeah, or around an old one.
It would explain
the void that's there.
We got to figure out
what the original image is.
That looks like an H.
Or some symbol.
We've been adding tattoos
to booking photos.
Let me input this
and see if something comes up.
Okay, this guy is in jail,
but that's the gang tattoo
of the Hialeah Kings.
Yeah, well, I think I know
someone that knows
a bit about that
and could possibly help us
with the second shooter.
Thanks.
Hmm.
Each triangle represents
a job done--
robbery, arson, you name it.
Far as I'm concerned,
they can tattoo
"born to lose"
on their forehead.
(chuckles)
Have you arrested
any of them recently?
Uh, yeah. A few last month for
a home invasion-- petty stuff.
Anybody in there
sophisticated enough
to pull off this morning's job?
(sighs)
Maybe.
There is a guy that
specializes in high-end jobs.
We've watched him once before.
His name's Carl Raines.
-Carl Raines?
-Yeah.
All right, thanks.
This is Carl Raines'
last known address.
(dog barking nearby)
Wait a minute.
Hey, got a visual
on our suspect.
That's him.
Got a visual
on our suspect.
He's headed for that truck.
He's headed for that truck.
(garbled police dispatch)
(gunfire)
You got him?
Where's your partner?
Where's your partner?!
Why'd you kill Benjamin Paxton?
Was... was paid.
Paid by who?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
He's gone. Damn it!
(sirens blaring)
You heard him.
Hired to kill Ben Paxton.
Maybe we'll find something
in here that'll tell us
what Carl couldn't while
he was still breathing.
I got a bunch of trash,
a bunch of fast food wrappers.
You?
Yeah, I got something
right here, actually.
In the crack of the seat.
It's a thumb drive.
Let's see what we've got.
Okay, looks like we got
about a dozen files,
all audio tracks.
-(hip-hop music playing
over speakers) -Uh.
Wait, how come no lyrics?
Oh, wow, these must be
the raw instrumentals.
These are never
released to the public.
Usually only the artists
have access to these.
Isaiah Stiles just got released
on bail; he's our rapper.
Can we link him to this?
Maybe so.
Let me pull up
a music recognition database.
I'll have the computer run
it against its own catalog,
see if we get
anything that pops.
Turn it up a little bit.
(music playing louder)
-Ah!
-(laughs)
We got an exact match
to Stiles' latest album.
We just linked him
to our shooter, Carl Raines.
Time to bring Stiles back in.
The only people with access
to these instrumentals
are you and Carl Raines.
Why'd you hire Raines
to kill Paxton?
You got me sitting here
'cause of Carl? Really?
We know he was involved in
that robbery this morning.
So give it up, Stiles.
How you know him?
He used to work for me.
A'ight, he was my bodyguard up
until a couple weeks ago. Why?
Why'd he used to work for you?
Why'd you get rid of him?
He jacked those tracks from
my house, so I fired his ass.
Then he goes,
he tries to blackmail me.
You believe it?
He tries to blackmail me.
#
Why am I here, Carl?
I want 500K or I sell these
beats before your album drops.
(chuckles)
I ain't paying you a nickel,
you pathetic little bitch.
See, I've got friends
that'll put you
six feet under if I say go.
Are you threatening me?
Not if you send
some cash my way.
I think I got
a better idea, Carl.
A better idea.
So you know what I do?
I leaked the album
on the Internet the next day.
SIMMONS:
Making his tracks worthless.
That's pretty clever.
Maybe not.
All I know is
that if Carl was involved,
that explains this bullet
in my arm.
No. Our evidence indicates
he was there to kill
Benjamin Paxton, not you.
Really? How you know he wasn't
aiming for me and just missed?
How... How you
know that for sure?
I know that it doesn't matter.
Because Carl's dead.
I shot him.
You wanted to see me?
I heard one of
the thieves got killed.
Was it him?
Was it the man who hurt my son?
We believe it was
his partner.
So this guy's still out there?
I noticed you haven't
posted bail yet.
Well, I tried.
All my bank accounts
have been cleared out.
Who else had access
to the accounts?
Ten K. Just like you said.
Kev, buddy,
we've been over this.
It's 50K, not ten.
I'm so-- I'm sorry.
l-I thought you said ten.
You want to get in next week,
you better bring me
another envelope.
But I cleared
my mom's bank accounts.
-That's the last of her money.
-That's my problem how?
Charming.
CAINE:
Joseph Ranzone.
We've been looking
for you, Joey.
Turn around.
Aw, what the
hell is this?
Illegal card games,
stealing money from a kid--
does that ring a bell?
Go inside, Kevin.
So, you're taking
advantage of the kid,
letting him back
into games.
And he's in no condition
to be gambling.
You're going to give
him back every dime today.
I was just messing with him.
I wasn't going to keep it.
(chuckles)
You ever been to jail?
Hey, no sweat, all right?
Pump the brakes.
What if I told you something
about this morning's game?
I think you better.
There was another player at the
game that wanted Paxton there.
And who was that?
The rapper, Isaiah Stiles.
He called me nonstop for
two weeks about making sure
-Paxton was at the game.
-I got a question.
Why would a rapper want
to kill a movie producer?
How should I know?
I was just trying to get him
to the game.
Fold.
My man.
You came through for me.
(chuckles) Favors aren't
free, all right?
Does that clear my balance?
I take cash only, hip-hop.
What'd you get for it?
He offered a diamond.
-A real flashy piece.
-You got it on you?
Do I look like a pawn shop?
Cash only.
You can prove this, of course?
Yeah, I got half a dozen
rants on my voice mail.
Check it, Frank.
It's all here.
The guy was relentless.
Joseph, you don't
know relentless.
STILES:
This is harassment.
You have absolutely no right
to drag me back in here.
BOA VISTA: Okay, why
don't you have a seat?
My man Stiles.
Hey, listen to this.
Yo, Joey, it's Stiles again.
Listen, I know you've been
ducking my calls,
so let me remind you.
Work your magic. Make sure
Paxton's at that game
and I'll make it
worth your while, okay?
Was that you?
BOA VISTA:
Kind of proves
that you made sure Paxton was at
a game where he was murdered.
All it proves is that
I wanted him at the game.
SIMMONS: Ooh-wee,
you are shining, Stiles.
Man, ooh, need some shades.
-You mind if we take a look
at your rings? -Why?
It's the same rings
I had on earlier.
-All day?
-All day.
You know what, just-just let
her have a look then.
Just a look.
Just a little peek.
Thank you.
Hey.
Oh, what, y'all do
appraisals now?
You got jokes.
This one's clean.
Like me.
Well, see, now that's weird.
This one's not.
This one has glass
particles all over it.
Which proves that you scored
the glass at the hotel
to help the robber.
You lied to me.
You organized
that robbery.
You ordered the murder of
Benjamin Paxton, didn't you?
Didn't you?!
-You know what?
-What?!
-You set up the robbery
and the murder. -You know what?
Paxton got exactly
what he deserved
after what he did to me.
Okay?
The man hired me
as the lead role
in his movie, City Streets.
I made the soundtrack off
my own dime-- my own dime!
And then out of the blue,
out of nowhere,
he goes and fires me
right before filming.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey!
My agent called me,
said you replaced me
with some British actor
or something?
-What's up, man? -Yeah, I'm
going in a different direction.
Different... This was my
movie, my franchise.
-Your franchise?
-Yeah, I already
blew half a mil of my own cash
prepping a soundtrack, doing...
Hey, whose fault is that?
You want the truth?
Huh? You never had the real edge
I was looking for.
STILES: Word got out
about what he said.
Doors started shutting.
My label dropped me.
Fans turned on me.
All you got in this town
is your rep. That's it.
And Paxton took mine from me.
So you wanted to take
everything from him.
What the hell you think?
I called some old friends, yeah.
They pointed me to the guy
that was hitting those
poker games around town,
so I told him about
today's poker game.
I told him about the pot.
He says he wants in,
I said I wanted a cut.
And you helped him
by scoring the glass.
That way he could come in
shooting, distract everyone
and then his partner
Carl Raines could shoot Paxton.
(automatic gunfire)
(gunshot)
Now see, you got it all wrong,
sweetheart.
I thought you
were smart cops.
You see, he never even knew
my boy Carl was in the vent.
-They weren't partners?
-No.
You double-crossed the robber.
You set the robber up to take
the fall for Paxton's murder.
Ta-da.
It's like they do it
in the movies.
You set somebody else up
to take a fall.
You know, Paxton would have
appreciated the irony.
Yeah, well, this
isn't a movie.
So give it up, snitch.
I want a name right now
for the robber.
Or else what?
Or else I'll damage more than
your little reputation.
You got it?
CAINE:
Alonzo Santoya.
Put your hands where
I can see them, brother.
Get 'em up.
Turn around slowly.
You got to be kidding me.
Horatio, he was at
the crime scene this morning.
Turn around.
All right, everybody back off.
-You're interfering with
an investigation. -Somebody die?
Hey, I said back off.
Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles,
the rapper.
Best place to hide--
-in plain sight.
-CAINE: Apparently not, Alonzo.
Stiles set me up.
Made it look like
I hit that producer.
I didn't hurt anyone;
I never have.
Kevin Bowers.
What, am I supposed
to know that name?
You should know his name because
you took
his whole life from him.
Take him, Frank.
Let's go.
(siren wailing)
Thank you.
You are pathetic!
-I hope you... -TRIPP: We got it
from here, all right?
We'll take care of it.
Go home, Mrs. Bowers.
Go home.
Is this where you
rough me up, chief?
You know, that's really going
to be up to you.
I want you
to give that kid back
every dime.
I don't do business that way.
You heard what I said.
Every dime.
(banging)
Kevin? Baby, is that you?
I told you not to slam the door.
-It's all here.
-What is all this?
It's all the money I lost--
your money.
Second mortgage.
How did you do this?
I'm sorry for all this, Mom.
I just hope that this
can make it right.
Oh, God, baby.
You don't have
to apologize.
I love you, no matter what.
You always remember that, okay?
(elevator bell dings)
The lady's raise is yours
to match, Mr. Paxton.
Mr. Huntsman raises $50,000.
Lady will now call,
raise or fold?
All in.
#
Pot is now two million.
Players will now
show their cards.
The lady wins the pot--
full house, aces high.
HUNTSMAN:
You got to be kidding me.
Who invited her? Was it you?
(screaming)
#
(siren blaring)
Suspect description, same
as the Bal Harbor robbery, H--
devil mask,
a TEC-9 automatic.
So it's him again,
isn't it, Walter?
Yup. Makes it, what, ten big
games that he's hit so far?
Wonder how much he got
away with this time.
One, maybe two million?
Huh.
All right, so, the chandelier
must have gotten hit
when the robber
opened fire.
Dropped on this poor bastard
who picked the wrong seat,
crushing him to death.
Maybe not, Walter.
That's a bullet hole.
Look at that. Sure is.
Glass from the broken chandelier
bulbs inside the wound
means that he was shot before
the chandelier fell on him.
Collateral damage
from the shooting.
Guy's never shot anybody
before, H. He's making mistakes.
Yes, he is, Walter.
And we all pay for our mistakes.
# Yeah! #
# We don't get fooled again #
# Don't get fooled again #
# No, no! #
(siren blaring)
(camera shutter clicking)
So tell me how this guy smashed
through that window.
It's tempered glass,
at least a half-inch thick.
You're right.
That's odd.
I'm going to take this evidence
back with me to the P.D.
Thank you.
DUQUESNE:
Hey, Tom, what have you got?
LOMAN:
Meet Benjamin Paxton,
one of Hollywood's
biggest movie producers.
Hmm.
Is there something wrong?
The wound to his neck
is the gunshot exit wound,
not the entrance.
Where's the entrance?
Tom, there's some blood here.
Wait, there's an entrance wound
here, above his hip,
but it appears it's
the only one on his body.
Wait a minute, you're
telling me that it came
into his hip and went
out through his neck?
How is that possible?
(grunts)
I think it rode the subway.
Meaning... it ricocheted
off his hip bone
into his abdominal aorta
and hitched a ride
up into his heart,
then passed along his clavicle
before it exited out
his trapezius muscle.
(train clanking)
Wow.
-It's fascinating.
-So, where did
the subway bullet end up?
Sadly, that is
not my department.
(clears throat)
-(laughs)
-Ah...
Samantha Owens?
How goes it, teddy bear?
Good, how about you?
What are you doing here?
The sun's still out.
I scratched and clawed
to get off nights,
and here I am, day-shifting.
Yeah, I don't miss
graveyard much either.
How about you?
You miss me?
Uh... not really, no.
(laughing):
Liar.
(laughs)
What's with the box
on my desk?
Your desk?
Wow, okay, that was quick.
This-- I collected all
this from the crime scene.
I need you to look it over.
Heard somebody jumped
through a window
-or something crazy.
-Yeah, yeah,
in the past,
this guy just marched in
to rob some poker games, but now
he's making Cliffhanger moves.
Ah, sounds
like he's evolving.
Yeah.
Loose bills, cards, a flask.
Uh, what exactly
should I be looking for?
Anything and everything,
Sam O.
Right.
TRIPP:
All right, everybody, listen up.
You're interfering
with a police investigation,
so just back off.
Did somebody die?
I said back off.
Yo, that's Isaiah
Stiles, the rapper.
Stay there.
Hey, come here a second.
You hurt?
Yeah, I got clipped upstairs.
Tom, come here a second.
Take a look.
Hey, man,
hurry up before paparazzi
sees me like this, hurry up.
TRIPP:
Want to tell me how you just now
figured out you got shot?
LOMAN: Likely from a rush
of adrenaline.
The effect made his body
oblivious to the wound.
(grunting)
Oh, what are you...?
(grunts)
(panting)
Hey, thanks a lot
for your help.
All right, hold on a second.
Let's go get you bandaged up,
and then we're gonna take a
little trip downtown. Let's go.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Tom.
I got a bullet
for you down here.
That's impossible.
I just finished bagging
the last of the 30 bullets
that our robber fired.
That would give us
one nine-millimeter too many.
Well, you're the expert,
but it looks
to me like a .45.
I just retrieved it
out of one of the players.
Really?
Tom, if you've got a .45, I
think that's our subway bullet.
Are you implying
it exited Benjamin Paxton's neck
and struck another person?
I'm not implying;
I think that's true.
HUNTSMAN:
Come on, the only thing
you're gonna find in my pockets
is my lawyer's business card.
What are you guys
looking for, anyway?
A .45 automatic.
Sorry, I only use
guns in my movies.
Mr. Hollywood's clean, H.
(handcuffs clinking)
What, you're arresting me--
on what charge?
For illegal gambling.
You're kidding.
I'll be out by lunch.
Ma'am, could I see
inside your bag, please?
It's not what it looks like.
That... is exactly
what it looks like.
You're under arrest.
(gunshots)
CAINE: A producer, a rapper,
a movie star,
and now you-- a housewife.
I don't understand.
Look, l-I was at an illegal
poker game, I'll admit that,
but I didn't shoot anyone.
But why have a gun?
Because I was waiting for him.
You were waiting for the thief.
Mm-hmm.
Six months ago he robbed a game
that my son Kevin
was playing at.
Kevin tried to stop him,
and the thief hit him over the
back of the head with his gun,
and it caused a hemorrhage
and Kevin almost died.
I remember the case.
Kevin really was
such a brilliant kid,
and I'm not just saying this
'cause I'm his mother.
I mean, he was going
to medical school in the fall.
So, you were at the
game for revenge.
Yeah.
Kevin wasn't even a gambler.
After his dad passed away,
he was kind of lost,
and I think he just started
gambling to cope with it.
How is he doing now?
His issues come and go.
He's in therapy,
but he still suffers
from memory loss
and confusion.
Okay.
How did you get invited
into the game?
EVELYN:
Joey Ranzone.
He operated the games
that Kevin used to play.
So I contacted him.
RANZONE: My big games
are A-listers only.
Why should I let
some Miami Lakes housewife
have a seat at one
of my tables?
That's why.
You gonna give me the
address now, or what?
I can be persuaded.
EVELYN: Took out a second
mortgage on my home.
And then, before I knew it,
I was playing
every high-stakes poker game
there was.
Because you were waiting
for the thief to return.
Yeah. I know it sounds stupid,
but what else could I do?
You could have called
the police.
That's what I would have done.
Wolfe, give me what you got.
You find anything on that glass?
No blood on the glass
which means the robber
didn't cut himself
coming through the window.
(groans)
WOLFE: And it's tempered glass--
for high-rises.
So Tarzan comes swinging in,
he collides with this glass--
it should have
pancaked him, right?
Exactly, which is why I switched
my search from looking
for biologicals to looking
for some sign of tampering.
Here. What do you think
that means?
-It's got a groove on it.
-Right.
This one here.
Another groove.
Huh.
Well, it's not
from the manufacturer.
And it's deep, too--
at least a quarter
of the way through.
That would compromise
the strength of the glass.
Which means it was
done from the inside.
(scraping)
Which also confirms
that our robber
was working with a partner.
Not a lot of materials that
could cut glass this deep.
No. A diamond, maybe.
Then again, ceramic can cut
up glass pretty good, too.
Did you just say ceramic?
Yeah. These are ceramic
frames, just like I thought.
BOA VISTA:
Oh, they're all scratched up.
That happen
when you were scoring
the windows for the robber?
(chuckles) Please.
Yeah, well, see, we talked
to your ex-publicist,
and she said you're in the hole
for $400,000
from playing poker.
Where I come from,
that's chump change.
Where I come from,
that's motive.
So you rob the game,
you take the cash,
you pay off your debt.
That's a good plan.
Except I'm on the verge
of signing my next big movie.
Was going to pay off the debt
with that.
Do you guys seriously think
I would throw away
my entire career
over some poker money?
No, but do you know
what I do seriously think?
You're a really bad actor,
and you're not
going to be able
to lie your way through this.
Well, until you can prove that,
me and my glasses
will be on set.
Yeah, except they
give us probable cause,
so you and your glasses
are going to have to sit down.
DUQUESNE: Ballistics
came back negative.
She didn't shoot anybody.
She's telling the truth,
and the shooter
is still out there.
Question is, why didn't someone
see a shooter with
a .45 kill Paxton?
There's one way to find out.
Okay, based on
our recovered casings,
our robber shot
his TEC-9 from there.
And he left a void.
He shot to the left and the
right above the table.
He hit the door.
Yeah.
He didn't even come close
to hitting Paxton,
let alone the table.
So he was just trying
to scare people.
Yeah, that confirms
that our robber
with the TEC-9
didn't shoot him.
It means there
was a second shooter
in the room
who shot him with a .45.
Hmm.
The question is, where
was he in the room?
Originally, we thought
that Paxton was sitting
at the table
and he turned
to shield himself.
Right, he turned away
from the robber
coming through the window.
But he couldn't have been shot
from that angle
because the wound is too low.
The table would have shattered.
What if he was facing
straight ahead?
Well, then that would mean
that the .45 that hit him
came from across the room.
Now, look at that.
We got marks.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Hey, Ryan, this vent is bent.
I will bet you anything
that our shooter put his gun
through it.
WOLFE:
Perfect line of sight.
Easy shot for somebody
who knows what they're doing.
Yep. It's positive for GSR.
Okay, that confirms our shooter
was up there.
One robber breaks in through
the window, lights up the room,
just as our guy in the vent
is taking a shot.
Then it exited
through one victim
and into Isaiah Stiles's arm.
(rapid gunfire)
But why would he shoot
at Paxton?
It's not like he's a threat.
So that no one would know
he was a target.
Ryan, this was an assassination.
(rapid gunfire)
WOLFE:
Walter, check this out.
The robbers weren't there
just to get the money.
They were there
to kill Ben Paxton, too.
-Really?
-Yeah.
What do you got?
I analyzed the playing cards
from the poker game,
and I found something.
Take a look at this.
It has a combination of tumeric
and rubbing alcohol on it,
which, when combined,
creates...
Fluorescent ink?
-Right.
-Which is the same ink
used by the government
to mark bills.
But it's invisible
to the naked eye, so...
Every face card was
marked with it.
Okay, somebody was cheating
at the poker game.
OWENS: And if it was Paxton,
that might be
why somebody wanted him dead.
Hmm. Could be.
WOLFE: Now, if somebody
was marking the cards
with special ink, how'd they
do it without being seen?
By being very, very sly, boys.
See, I found traces of ink
both in this glass
and flask, and also on
the drinking straw.
Okay, so the cheater
poured the ink from the flask
into the glass by pretending
it was alcohol...
And then used the straw
to mark the cards with the ink.
SIMMONS:
Okay, so they marked the cards.
But like I said, it's invisible
to the naked eye,
so how'd they see it?
There was no big UV light
hanging in the hotel room.
By using lenses that enhance UV.
Natalia. I checked
Jason Huntsman's glasses,
and they don't have the
UV-enhancing lenses.
He was the only player
with glasses.
Right, but take a look
at Evelyn Bowers'
booking photo.
Take a look
at her license photo.
Yeah?
Notice something
about the eyes?
Brown eyes
in the license photo.
And the booking
photo-- they're blue.
That could only mean one thing.
CAINE: Evelyn, on your
driver's license,
you have brown eyes.
So why are your eyes blue now?
You can help yourself here.
Fine.
Joey's games just kept getting
bigger and bigger.
Cheating was the only way
I could afford to stay in them.
WOLFE: So you had to win
to keep playing.
CAINE:
By marking the face cards.
WOLFE: And those contacts
allowed you to see the marks.
EVELYN:
I didn't know what else to do.
This man who ruined my son's
life was out there walking free.
He had to pay.
Okay, but that's not up to you.
I can't sleep at night.
I have these nightmares about
what this man did to my baby.
I just want
the nightmares to end.
Okay, so contact
that hotel manager and find out
why an armed man had
access to those vents.
-Yeah. Excuse me.
-Yes, sir.
-Can I help you?
-I'm here,
um, to post bail for my mom.
Okay, your mom's name is?
Evelyn Bowers.
l-I would've been here earlier,
but I had to bum a ride.
Okay.
All right, um, have a seat.
I'll be right back.
-All right?
-Okay.
All right.
(clears throat)
Mrs. Bowers, your son
is here to post bail.
Kevin?
That's impossible.
Why do you say that?
I told him to stay home.
He's a kid; he doesn't
even have any money.
I mean, he just, he gets
confused a lot after his injury.
Okay. What are you
planning to do?
I don't know.
I'll figure something out.
But in the meantime,
he needs to get home
till I can get out of here.
What if I were
to give him a ride?
-You would do that?
-Sure.
Sit tight.
(whispers):
It's locked.
You got a key?
Yeah, yeah, I think,
I think so.
Sometimes sequences get
out of order and, you know...
gets all jumbled up
in my head.
Thanks.
You know, it's just hard
to keep track.
Notes help.
That's my mom.
She's good to me.
Kevin, where's the furniture?
My mom sold it.
Well, most of it.
She's in trouble, isn't she?
I hope not.
I got your text.
What's up?
Okay, I've been
going over
these photos that Ryan took
in the air vent at the hotel.
Mm-hmm. That's where
the second shooter was, here.
You got anything?
Well, you see that imprint
of the triangle?
It turns out, it's blood.
-That's great. We get a DNA hit?
-No, so I sent it
over to Trace and it popped
positive for titanium.
That's weird, right?
Maybe not, right?
The naturally occurring oxide
from titanium
is titanium dioxide,
which, when it's in
pigment form, is titanium...
Titanium white.
Which is used in the
application of tattoos.
Are you thinking this is
from a freshly-inked tattoo?
I'm thinking that
when our shooter might have
pressed up against the vent,
it left an imprint.
Who gets a tattoo of a triangle?
People are getting tattoos
altered and added to
all the time these days.
You're thinking that the
triangle could have been
added to a preexisting tatoo?
Yeah, or around an old one.
It would explain
the void that's there.
We got to figure out
what the original image is.
That looks like an H.
Or some symbol.
We've been adding tattoos
to booking photos.
Let me input this
and see if something comes up.
Okay, this guy is in jail,
but that's the gang tattoo
of the Hialeah Kings.
Yeah, well, I think I know
someone that knows
a bit about that
and could possibly help us
with the second shooter.
Thanks.
Hmm.
Each triangle represents
a job done--
robbery, arson, you name it.
Far as I'm concerned,
they can tattoo
"born to lose"
on their forehead.
(chuckles)
Have you arrested
any of them recently?
Uh, yeah. A few last month for
a home invasion-- petty stuff.
Anybody in there
sophisticated enough
to pull off this morning's job?
(sighs)
Maybe.
There is a guy that
specializes in high-end jobs.
We've watched him once before.
His name's Carl Raines.
-Carl Raines?
-Yeah.
All right, thanks.
This is Carl Raines'
last known address.
(dog barking nearby)
Wait a minute.
Hey, got a visual
on our suspect.
That's him.
Got a visual
on our suspect.
He's headed for that truck.
He's headed for that truck.
(garbled police dispatch)
(gunfire)
You got him?
Where's your partner?
Where's your partner?!
Why'd you kill Benjamin Paxton?
Was... was paid.
Paid by who?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
He's gone. Damn it!
(sirens blaring)
You heard him.
Hired to kill Ben Paxton.
Maybe we'll find something
in here that'll tell us
what Carl couldn't while
he was still breathing.
I got a bunch of trash,
a bunch of fast food wrappers.
You?
Yeah, I got something
right here, actually.
In the crack of the seat.
It's a thumb drive.
Let's see what we've got.
Okay, looks like we got
about a dozen files,
all audio tracks.
-(hip-hop music playing
over speakers) -Uh.
Wait, how come no lyrics?
Oh, wow, these must be
the raw instrumentals.
These are never
released to the public.
Usually only the artists
have access to these.
Isaiah Stiles just got released
on bail; he's our rapper.
Can we link him to this?
Maybe so.
Let me pull up
a music recognition database.
I'll have the computer run
it against its own catalog,
see if we get
anything that pops.
Turn it up a little bit.
(music playing louder)
-Ah!
-(laughs)
We got an exact match
to Stiles' latest album.
We just linked him
to our shooter, Carl Raines.
Time to bring Stiles back in.
The only people with access
to these instrumentals
are you and Carl Raines.
Why'd you hire Raines
to kill Paxton?
You got me sitting here
'cause of Carl? Really?
We know he was involved in
that robbery this morning.
So give it up, Stiles.
How you know him?
He used to work for me.
A'ight, he was my bodyguard up
until a couple weeks ago. Why?
Why'd he used to work for you?
Why'd you get rid of him?
He jacked those tracks from
my house, so I fired his ass.
Then he goes,
he tries to blackmail me.
You believe it?
He tries to blackmail me.
#
Why am I here, Carl?
I want 500K or I sell these
beats before your album drops.
(chuckles)
I ain't paying you a nickel,
you pathetic little bitch.
See, I've got friends
that'll put you
six feet under if I say go.
Are you threatening me?
Not if you send
some cash my way.
I think I got
a better idea, Carl.
A better idea.
So you know what I do?
I leaked the album
on the Internet the next day.
SIMMONS:
Making his tracks worthless.
That's pretty clever.
Maybe not.
All I know is
that if Carl was involved,
that explains this bullet
in my arm.
No. Our evidence indicates
he was there to kill
Benjamin Paxton, not you.
Really? How you know he wasn't
aiming for me and just missed?
How... How you
know that for sure?
I know that it doesn't matter.
Because Carl's dead.
I shot him.
You wanted to see me?
I heard one of
the thieves got killed.
Was it him?
Was it the man who hurt my son?
We believe it was
his partner.
So this guy's still out there?
I noticed you haven't
posted bail yet.
Well, I tried.
All my bank accounts
have been cleared out.
Who else had access
to the accounts?
Ten K. Just like you said.
Kev, buddy,
we've been over this.
It's 50K, not ten.
I'm so-- I'm sorry.
l-I thought you said ten.
You want to get in next week,
you better bring me
another envelope.
But I cleared
my mom's bank accounts.
-That's the last of her money.
-That's my problem how?
Charming.
CAINE:
Joseph Ranzone.
We've been looking
for you, Joey.
Turn around.
Aw, what the
hell is this?
Illegal card games,
stealing money from a kid--
does that ring a bell?
Go inside, Kevin.
So, you're taking
advantage of the kid,
letting him back
into games.
And he's in no condition
to be gambling.
You're going to give
him back every dime today.
I was just messing with him.
I wasn't going to keep it.
(chuckles)
You ever been to jail?
Hey, no sweat, all right?
Pump the brakes.
What if I told you something
about this morning's game?
I think you better.
There was another player at the
game that wanted Paxton there.
And who was that?
The rapper, Isaiah Stiles.
He called me nonstop for
two weeks about making sure
-Paxton was at the game.
-I got a question.
Why would a rapper want
to kill a movie producer?
How should I know?
I was just trying to get him
to the game.
Fold.
My man.
You came through for me.
(chuckles) Favors aren't
free, all right?
Does that clear my balance?
I take cash only, hip-hop.
What'd you get for it?
He offered a diamond.
-A real flashy piece.
-You got it on you?
Do I look like a pawn shop?
Cash only.
You can prove this, of course?
Yeah, I got half a dozen
rants on my voice mail.
Check it, Frank.
It's all here.
The guy was relentless.
Joseph, you don't
know relentless.
STILES:
This is harassment.
You have absolutely no right
to drag me back in here.
BOA VISTA: Okay, why
don't you have a seat?
My man Stiles.
Hey, listen to this.
Yo, Joey, it's Stiles again.
Listen, I know you've been
ducking my calls,
so let me remind you.
Work your magic. Make sure
Paxton's at that game
and I'll make it
worth your while, okay?
Was that you?
BOA VISTA:
Kind of proves
that you made sure Paxton was at
a game where he was murdered.
All it proves is that
I wanted him at the game.
SIMMONS: Ooh-wee,
you are shining, Stiles.
Man, ooh, need some shades.
-You mind if we take a look
at your rings? -Why?
It's the same rings
I had on earlier.
-All day?
-All day.
You know what, just-just let
her have a look then.
Just a look.
Just a little peek.
Thank you.
Hey.
Oh, what, y'all do
appraisals now?
You got jokes.
This one's clean.
Like me.
Well, see, now that's weird.
This one's not.
This one has glass
particles all over it.
Which proves that you scored
the glass at the hotel
to help the robber.
You lied to me.
You organized
that robbery.
You ordered the murder of
Benjamin Paxton, didn't you?
Didn't you?!
-You know what?
-What?!
-You set up the robbery
and the murder. -You know what?
Paxton got exactly
what he deserved
after what he did to me.
Okay?
The man hired me
as the lead role
in his movie, City Streets.
I made the soundtrack off
my own dime-- my own dime!
And then out of the blue,
out of nowhere,
he goes and fires me
right before filming.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey!
My agent called me,
said you replaced me
with some British actor
or something?
-What's up, man? -Yeah, I'm
going in a different direction.
Different... This was my
movie, my franchise.
-Your franchise?
-Yeah, I already
blew half a mil of my own cash
prepping a soundtrack, doing...
Hey, whose fault is that?
You want the truth?
Huh? You never had the real edge
I was looking for.
STILES: Word got out
about what he said.
Doors started shutting.
My label dropped me.
Fans turned on me.
All you got in this town
is your rep. That's it.
And Paxton took mine from me.
So you wanted to take
everything from him.
What the hell you think?
I called some old friends, yeah.
They pointed me to the guy
that was hitting those
poker games around town,
so I told him about
today's poker game.
I told him about the pot.
He says he wants in,
I said I wanted a cut.
And you helped him
by scoring the glass.
That way he could come in
shooting, distract everyone
and then his partner
Carl Raines could shoot Paxton.
(automatic gunfire)
(gunshot)
Now see, you got it all wrong,
sweetheart.
I thought you
were smart cops.
You see, he never even knew
my boy Carl was in the vent.
-They weren't partners?
-No.
You double-crossed the robber.
You set the robber up to take
the fall for Paxton's murder.
Ta-da.
It's like they do it
in the movies.
You set somebody else up
to take a fall.
You know, Paxton would have
appreciated the irony.
Yeah, well, this
isn't a movie.
So give it up, snitch.
I want a name right now
for the robber.
Or else what?
Or else I'll damage more than
your little reputation.
You got it?
CAINE:
Alonzo Santoya.
Put your hands where
I can see them, brother.
Get 'em up.
Turn around slowly.
You got to be kidding me.
Horatio, he was at
the crime scene this morning.
Turn around.
All right, everybody back off.
-You're interfering with
an investigation. -Somebody die?
Hey, I said back off.
Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles,
the rapper.
Best place to hide--
-in plain sight.
-CAINE: Apparently not, Alonzo.
Stiles set me up.
Made it look like
I hit that producer.
I didn't hurt anyone;
I never have.
Kevin Bowers.
What, am I supposed
to know that name?
You should know his name because
you took
his whole life from him.
Take him, Frank.
Let's go.
(siren wailing)
Thank you.
You are pathetic!
-I hope you... -TRIPP: We got it
from here, all right?
We'll take care of it.
Go home, Mrs. Bowers.
Go home.
Is this where you
rough me up, chief?
You know, that's really going
to be up to you.
I want you
to give that kid back
every dime.
I don't do business that way.
You heard what I said.
Every dime.
(banging)
Kevin? Baby, is that you?
I told you not to slam the door.
-It's all here.
-What is all this?
It's all the money I lost--
your money.
Second mortgage.
How did you do this?
I'm sorry for all this, Mom.
I just hope that this
can make it right.
Oh, God, baby.
You don't have
to apologize.
I love you, no matter what.
You always remember that, okay?