CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 9, Episode 1 - Fallen - full transcript
Cardoza is killed by professor Starling's gas attack in the crime lab, but the ensuing investigation proves that he had an accomplice in the attack.
- [horn honking]
- [siren]
Come on, get out of the way!
Shakespeare shows us in Hamlet,
[gun pops]
[tires screech, horn blaring]
Shakespeare shows us in Hamlet,
♪ Ring around the rosies ♪
♪ Ashes, ashes ♪
Shakespeare shows us
invites madness.
- Eric.
- Walter! Walter!
Call me back, please.
Call me right now.
Calleigh! Calleigh.
Hey, hey, hey.
Calleigh, hey. Baby.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
[panting]
Somebody!
Somebody, help!
[labored breathing]
I got you.
I got you.
[beeps]
I got you.
[wheezing]
[beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
[gasping]
Air.
Air.
Breathe, Eric, breathe.
Okay.
Calleigh. Come on, sweetheart, breathe.
[gasping]
[people coughing]
Okay. Calleigh, sweetheart.
Calleigh, breathe.
- Breathe. Breathe!
- [Caine] Take a breath.
- Come on, breathe!
- Come on, sweetheart.
[coughs]
- Breathe!
- Come on, sweetheart.
Breathe, come on.
Breathe!
Take a breath.
That a girl.
[Woman]
Help!
Somebody call a paramedic!
Somebody help!
We need a paramedic right now!
Come on, Jesse.
Help! Somebody, help!
Jesse, come on, Jesse, breathe!
Get her a paramedic!
Come on, Jesse, breathe.
- [Woman] Come on, Jesse.
- [Caine] Come on, Jesse, breathe.
- Come on, Jesse!
- Breathe!
[Natalia] We can do this.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
We can do this.
- No!
- Natalia. Natalia.
Natalia.
No.
We can do this.
We just need help.
- Horatio, we just need some help.
- Natalia. Natalia.
He's gone.
[sobbing]
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ We don't get fooled again ♪
♪ Don't get fooled again ♪
♪ No, no ♪
Doctor.
If you hadn't shot out that
window when you did,
my autopsy would be full right now.
Cause of death?
Based on the circumstances,
It's likely he suffered
profound cerebral hypoxia.
Oxygen deprivation.
How is that possible?
Any number of toxic
or inert gases.
Can't say for sure till
I sample his lung tissue.
Why c--
Why couldn't we revive him?
Well, unlike the others,
he hit his head when he fell.
It's possible he suffered
a subdural hemorrhage.
What should I do
with his things?
- I'm sorry?
- What should I do with his things?
I'll take care of it.
[gun fires]
Hey, that the gun Starling used
to kill his female victim?
Yeah, except I dropped
it during the attack.
Look at this.
The cologne bottle that proves
Starling tried to kill his coworker--
It's demolished.
These are the letters he sent
all of us,
which proves he coordinated
all three attacks
of university personnel.
Problem is, the paramedics
trampled on them when they were
trying to save Jesse.
Okay, so that means
every piece of evidence
That we have on Starling has
been compromised by the gas.
No, not everything.
We still have the gun.
That's true, but it was never
definitively linked to him.
[Man]
Sit down.
I don't know how you got
that gas into the lab
While you were behind bars,
but we're sure as
hell gonna find out.
- Impossible.
- Shut up.
[door buzzes, clicks]
In case you're interested...
the police officer you
killed's name was Jesse Cardoza.
Tragic, really.
And how's all that evidence
you collected against me
on all those other murders?
Poof.
You can't prevent
what happens next.
[door buzzes, clicks]
This is exactly what Starling wanted--
to destroy all of our evidence.
This way, we can't
charge him with anything.
And exactly why we're gonna
nail him for Jesse's killing.
With every past attack,
he left behind a clue
about the next.
That's true,
but we've scoured the lab,
and there isn't anything.
Let's start with this, okay?
Right.
Miss Boa Vista, Melissa Walls--
let's talk to her.
Starling's PhD student.
She hates him, though.
But she knows him best.
She may have the heads up.
We need to figure out how he
introduced gas into this facility.
So, weapons at the ready.
He's in custody,
but he may try something.
Let's go.
[siren wailing]
Melissa Walls?
CSI Boa Vista,
Miami-Dade PD.
Can I get you to come
down to the station
and answer some questions?
Now's really not a good time.
This is regarding your
advisor, Bob Starling.
Look, I'm trying not to think
about Starling right now, okay?
The guy ruined my career.
The guy killed a cop today.
We don't think he's finished,
and we're just wondering
if you have any idea
what he might be up to next.
No clue. And if I never
hear his name again,
it'll be too soon.
Melissa, we really only need
a few minutes of your time.
Please.
We think he's gonna kill again!
I'm sorry, but I've got to go.
I can tell you it came
from an ink-jet printer.
You see these droplets of ink
clinging to the surface of the page?
- Yeah.
- Only ink-jet printers use wet ink.
We have Starling's printer
in evidence.
Do you think it's possible
to link a letter to a printer?
We need markers,
imperfections.
There. There's a missing band of ink.
One of the nozzles
must be clogged.
I'll see if I can match it
to Starling's printer.
Maybe the clue is in the clog.
[object beeps]
[beeping, crackling]
[beeps]
[crackling]
[beeps]
Yeah, hey, guys,
I'm picking up traces of halon
from every single duct
on the floor.
[Caine] But halon gas is
a fire suppressant, isn't it?
Yeah, stuff was banned in the 80's.
Starling must have gotten his hands
on some old tanks from somewhere.
Right, so I guess the question is
how was the halon
introduced into the ducts.
[Caine] Well, we're guessing
the ventilation system.
That explains why only
one floor was affected.
Our system's separate
from the rest of the buildings.
- Okay, here is the AC unit to the lab, Eric.
- All right, we're on the roof.
We're going to check
the main air intake now.
- Okay, copy that.
- Wait a second.
- What's up, H?
- Here are the screws.
Somebody's opened this recently.
Give me a hand, will ya?
Yeah.
[Delko]
I got it.
Eric.
Our maintenance guys wouldn't
keep Freon up here.
Halon gas.
Fed it right into
the AC System.
[coughing]
Here we go.
[chattering]
[rattling]
No name, no serial number.
Eric.
This label--
there's some lettering on there.
There's just too much rust.
Let's see what we've got here.
"S-I-T-Y."
- University?
- Like Dade University.
This tank is from
the university where you work.
Something you'd like to tell us, Bob?
You don't have
my hands on that--
Oh, would you look at that.
[grunts]
[Caine]
Cuff him!
How the hell did you
get out of these?
When you gonna understand
I'm smarter than all of you put together?
By the time I'm done,
you'll all be dead, every last one of you.
Somebody is going to die,
but it's not going to be us.
Take him downstairs, Frank.
Throw his ass in solitary.
The clock is ticking, Horatio.
You understand me?
Hey, why hasn't anybody
cleaned this officer's face?
He's still being processed, sir.
I'm sorry.
Jesse...
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse.
Just came by to say, uh--
to say bye.
You know, we had a game tonight,
me and you.
I was going
to kick your butt, too.
I called your mom.
She wants you back in California.
H is going to make that happen.
Man, I'm gonna miss you.
Glass?
- Go ahead.
- Right.
Natalia, when you found
Jesse, think back.
Could you tell what
he was working on?
Uh, uh, no.
I mean, honestly, I was just
so distracted. I didn't even...
Okay. All right.
Well, I found this
piece of glass lodged in his head.
I think it's from this room.
And I want to know what it's from.
Okay.
We can figure this out.
Let's do it.
Okay, so this piece of glass
is from Jesse's head wound.
I got roller marks,
round edges.
This is tempered glass.
Okay, so maybe from a test tube?
No. That's borosilicate glass.
It's strong,
but it's not tempered.
- Okay, try this one.
- All right.
Sharp edges, greenish hue.
- This isn't it.
- Okay, all right.
I've got Starling's camera,
and it's broken.
The glass is broken on it.
Oh, bring it.
Roller marks.
Round edg...
This is it.
This is what Jesse was working on.
[coughing]
[hissing]
[shatters]
There's no memory card?
Benton.
Benton, Dave!
Hey!
What's up?
My hands are kind of full right now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Did, uh, did Jesse ask you
to process anything this
morning, like a memory card?
- Yeah.
- Where is it?
Right over there.
- [Simmons] What's on it?
- I haven't checked it yet.
Come on, come on, come on.
Hey...
you can recover
deleted photos, right?
I could.
The server's down.
I can't pull up
the photo recovery software
till this thing is fixed.
[Simmons groans]
All right, show me the problem.
All right, so let's
go over this again.
Loman found a concentration
of six percent of halon
In Jesse's tissues,
so if we feed halon into this box,
we can Time how long it takes
to get a concentration of six percent.
Apply that to an area
the same size as the lab,
and we can figure out when
Starling introduced the gas,
place him at
the scene of the crime.
Let's do it.
Okay, I'm turning on
the gas now.
- Stop.
- Five seconds.
Five seconds.
Okay, this box is, uh,
16 cubic feet, right?
The lab is about 200,000
cubic feet.
What's the math?
- 12,500.
- 12,500.
Okay...
It took five seconds, right?
Divide that by ten percent
of the air flow,
We get, uh...
6,250 seconds divided
by 60 seconds.
So in minutes,
we've got how many?
A hundred and four?
104 minutes
divided by three tanks...
- What's the math on that?
- 35 minutes.
35 minutes.
Starling introduced the gas
35 minutes before we all fell down.
Starling was teaching a class
in the lecture hall
35 minutes before the attack,
so this test lets
Starling off the hook.
Mm-mmm.
Not necessarily.
[cell phone beeping]
H... Starling had an accomplice.
[buzzing]
Her car's in the garage,
and she's not answering.
[knocking on door]
[Caine]
Melissa, it's Miami-Dade P.D.
[Melissa]
Wait, don't open the door.
[Delko]
Melissa, open the door now.
We need to ask you
some questions.
Stop, stop, stop.
Don't come in.
The door is rigged.
Okay, Melissa, you hang on.
Let's get the snake, okay?
[Delko]
The door's connected to a wire.
If we open it,
we pull the trigger.
- You cuff him.
- Yes, sir.
[Delko]
Do you think she's alone?
[Caine]
You know, it's too hard to tell, Eric.
The only other way into this place
is that window.
We're on the second floor.
[handcuffs rattling, click]
[Melissa panting]
[gasping]
Please help me.
[sobbing]
Please help me.
- Help me.
- Melissa, listen to me.
Don't move.
Please-- Please hurry.
Okay, sweetheart.
All right, hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
- [clicks]
- [gasps]
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry.
Okay, don't worry
about that now.
Don't worry about that now.
That's not important.
It's not important.
Here you go.
I can't believe you helped me.
After everything I did.
I interfered with your case
against Starling,
All for my thesis.
Got a serial number.
I'm going to run it.
- Did Starling do this?
- I don't know.
Whoever it was, he was waiting
for me when I got home.
I never even saw him.
Rifle belongs to
a Keith Garwood.
[Caine]
Who is that?
Says that he works
at Dade University,
But the file doesn't
specify his occupation.
- Does that ring a bell?
- He's the janitor.
He's always at the back
of Starling's lecture hall.
He idolizes the guy.
Thank you, Melissa.
[panting]
Keith Garwood, MDPD!
Stop right now!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way.
[tires screech]
Keith Garwood,
you're under arrest for murder.
I didn't do anything like that.
- Then why did you run?
- I got two DUIs.
I get arrested, I lose my job.
You should have thought of that
before you gassed
my whole team with halon,
my friend.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
We found the tanks
from the university.
That's HAZMAT stuff.
That stuff's under
lock and key 24 -seven.
- You have the keys for it?
- Well, yeah, but--
- But what? But what?
- I want you to show us.
Let's go.
University keeps
all the hazardous materials over here.
Yeah, well, you're
going to show us.
This it right here?
Oh, man.
Is there a problem?
Three of the canisters
of halon are gone.
Yeah. Looks like they're missing, H.
Where are they, Keith?
I don't know.
Keith, come here.
Keith, listen to me.
When someone lies to me,
it really, really
hurts my feelings.
You're Starling's boy.
You've been with him
the whole time, right? Go.
How did he get you
to do it?! Money?
You cops are all the same.
You think people
are just motivated by money.
We know you worship Starling.
How did he convince
you to kill a cop?
What are you talking about?
Nobody said anything about killing a cop.
A police officer was murdered.
That's on you.
In the State of Florida, Keith,
it's a mandatory death sentence.
- What's he planning next?
- I think I want my lawyer.
You want a lawyer?
Nobody is going to be able
to save you now.
So it looks like Garwood's
going to lawyer up.
And we still don't know what
Starling's planning next.
What do you got?
This is the round
from Garwood's rifle.
What, something's off?
The weight's off.
This bullet weights 4.7 grams.
Your common .223
weighs about 3.6.
So the bullet's heavy.
I mean, there's variance
in batches, right?
Well, they vary two to three grains,
- but not 17.
- [rattling]
What would account
for that kind of a difference?
Mmm.
Hand me that
bullet puller, will you?
Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Wow.
That looks like sand.
Miami's finest.
Somebody replaced
the gunpowder with sand.
Suddenly,
the projectile doesn't project.
Without gunpowder,
the gun won't fire.
Lucky for Melissa Walls.
Means that Garwood got duped.
Right there, okay?
Can he see me?
Keith, this is your chance.
What is the plan?
Tick tock.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
He's killed three people.
I'm not going to be the fourth.
Okay, suit yourself.
Take him.
Tick tock. Tick tock...
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock...
So that is Starling's letter to me?
Well, we've proven it came
from Bob Starling's printer.
Do we have a clue yet?
Nothing in or on the printer,
and the only thing we
found on the paper itself
are some odd shiny areas.
I sent a sample to trace.
It's almost like someone spilled
nail polish on the page.
Unless they were using invisible ink.
Would you hold that up, please?
Invisible ink fluoresces under UV.
[Delko]
What do you think this is?
Eric, it's a cipher.
Like the one the zodiac killer
used in San Francisco.
Exactly right.
So it's our job to decode it.
It's a graphical language,
like Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Hey, there are a
lot of different cultures
that used hieroglyphics--
Sumerians, the Babylonians,
the Mayans.
The Mayans, who predicted
the end of days.
Yeah, if you
believe in the prophecy,
we are headed
for an apocalypse.
Yeah, just nobody can decide
on how that might happen.
Some think asteroid,
nuclear war,
worldwide pandemic flu.
[Delko]
"Mass pandemics,
"such as the bubonic plague,
"reify the value of human life,
and in turn,
"the societal ramifications
for crimes against humanity,
as well."
The focus of Starling's work.
Well, the server's down,
so we're gonna have to go old-school.
"Man marks earth ruin."
"Man marks earth ruin."
I don't get it.
"Roll on, thou deep
and dark blue ocean, roll.
"12,000 fleets sweep
over thee in vain.
"Man marks the earth with ruin,
but his control stops
with the shore."
It's from a poem by Lord Byron.
And you just have that memorized?
I'm English.
Byron's in my blood.
What does it mean?
I have absolutely no idea.
Well, it sounds to me like
it's referring to the beach.
The beach.
You know, there's a--
there's a Byron Crest Hotel on Pier 25.
Yes, there is.
"Man marks earth ruin..."
"but his control stops
at the shore."
Clock is ticking, Horatio.
You understand me?
"The clock is ticking."
Eric, there's a bomb on Pier 25.
[sirens]
Police Department.
We need everyone off the pier!
Off the pier!
Everybody off the pier right away.
Right away!
What are you doing?
Right away!
Everybody off the pier right now!
Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Everybody off the pier!
Come on! Get out.
Eric.
Unit 35 en route
to Miami West Prison.
E.T.A... 15 minutes.
[Man]
Copy.
[ticking]
H, be careful.
Get out of here, Eric.
I'm not going anywhere.
What time is it?
Shut up.
- We've been had.
- It's a diversion.
- He's escaping.
- We'll never make it in time, H.
They're too far away.
[Starling] I was just asking.
You don't have to be so rude.
If you don't shut up,
I'll make you shut up.
- [gunfire]
- [glass shattering]
[tires screeching]
[machinegun firing]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[Man] This is Officer Gates.
We're under heavy gunfire
- on the Rickenbacker Causeway.
- Starling!
We need backup!
[Woman]
All units in the vicinity,
there are reports of gunfire
and an escaped convict.
Proceed to
the Rickenbacker Causeway.
The Rickenbacker Causeway,
immediately.
[sirens]
[Caine]
Frank!
So what happened?
It's a remote-triggered rifle,
so it didn't need an operator to fire.
How did Starling pull all this off
when we had him and his
accomplice behind bars?
He's killed remotely before.
It's possible he could have
set it up a week ago.
Tell me about the rounds.
.223-- same as the bullet that
was used on Melissa Walls.
But that was a dud.
I mean, these clearly weren't.
Why would he use real ammo
for the escape
and duds on Melissa?
Because maybe she wasn't
supposed to die.
Baby's back.
Dave, the memory card.
Right.
Card is in.
We do have some deleted files.
Let me see if I can find 'em
using the retrieval software.
[Simmons]
Go back.
No, no, two more.
That's Melissa Walls.
Send these to H, ASAP.
- Good job.
- You, too.
H, take a look at this.
Starling and Melissa.
That's why there was
sand in the bullet.
Melissa only wanted us
to think she was in danger.
He hands us Garwood's rifle,
and then he leaves a gun behind
with a serial number on it.
So the janitor wasn't
the accomplice.
It's our friend Melissa.
You gassed my lab
for Starling, Melissa.
[Delko] We know you
swapped the gunpowder
in the .223 round with sand...
stole the janitor's gun,
put a fake bullet in it,
aimed it at yourself.
Made yourself look
like Starling's victim,
when all along
you were his accomplice.
And then you helped him escape...
Melissa.
[tires screech, glass shatters]
Thought we wouldn't
know the difference?
Garwood would take the fall
for all of this?
But now it's you who's swinging
from the hook, Melissa.
- It was all Bob's idea.
- It was all Bob's idea?
And what, you think a jury's
going to take your word for it?
Think about it, Melissa!
All the evidence points to you.
Starling's hands are clean.
And you're gonna be
holding the bag alone, Melissa.
Alone.
My God.
Bob told me to set up the janitor.
I never realized he was
gonna set me up, too.
And right now we've got you
for all of this,
And we're happy to take it.
It's gonna be you
for Jesse's murder, Melissa.
You.
What if I can make a deal?
Give you Starling?
You want to make a deal?
[laughs]
She wants to make a deal, Eric.
What do you think?
Good move.
Honey...
- I'm so glad you made it.
- Really?
Because it looks like you were
about to push off without me.
Maybe you didn't notice
all those people out there
searching for yours truly.
Is that all you care about, yours truly?
I killed a cop for you!
I thought you
were smarter than that.
- Smarter than killing someone?
- No.
For thinking I wouldn't figure
out that you're wearing a wire.
You'd just let me rot in jail?
After everything
that I did for you?
- A robot could do what you did.
- You're a user.
You've always used people
to do your dirty work.
No wonder you
couldn't get tenure.
I have more intelligence
in my pinky finger
than you or any of those
other underqualified ingrates.
You could have never pulled off
gassing that crime lab
If I hadn't told you exactly what to do!
"Man marks earth with ruin...
but his control stops at the shore."
You're late again, Horatio.
There's your wire.
There's nothing on it.
I hate to disappoint you,
my friend,
but that's not the whole story,
is it, Melissa?
Here you go.
You should have
everything you need.
Sorry, honey,
I had to look after
yours truly this time.
Down on the ground,
hands on your head right now.
You're under arrest
for the murder of Jesse Cardoza.
Jesse Cardoza was our friend.
♪ The Atlantic was born today ♪
♪ And I'll tell you how ♪
♪ The clouds above opened up
and let it out ♪
Have a safe trip.
♪ I was standing on the surface ♪
♪ Of a perforated sphere ♪
♪ When the water filled every hole ♪
♪ And thousands upon thousands
made an ocean ♪
♪ Making islands where no island should go ♪
How did you know I was gonna be here, H?
Where else would you be, Walter?
That's right.
[Delko]
We're always here for each other.
I'm on Walter's team,
'cause frankly, uh,
Calleigh and I bet money on this,
and I want to throw the game.
- I got Natalia.
- All right.
Let's go, baby.
- Oh, gonna take Pinkus over here?
- That's right.
- Three years varsity.
- I will hurt you. If I'm getting
Left on the bench,
then I'm gonna blow the whistle.
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
This is for Jesse.
[cheering]
Whoo!
♪ Yeah! ♪
- [siren]
Come on, get out of the way!
Shakespeare shows us in Hamlet,
[gun pops]
[tires screech, horn blaring]
Shakespeare shows us in Hamlet,
♪ Ring around the rosies ♪
♪ Ashes, ashes ♪
Shakespeare shows us
invites madness.
- Eric.
- Walter! Walter!
Call me back, please.
Call me right now.
Calleigh! Calleigh.
Hey, hey, hey.
Calleigh, hey. Baby.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
[panting]
Somebody!
Somebody, help!
[labored breathing]
I got you.
I got you.
[beeps]
I got you.
[wheezing]
[beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
[gasping]
Air.
Air.
Breathe, Eric, breathe.
Okay.
Calleigh. Come on, sweetheart, breathe.
[gasping]
[people coughing]
Okay. Calleigh, sweetheart.
Calleigh, breathe.
- Breathe. Breathe!
- [Caine] Take a breath.
- Come on, breathe!
- Come on, sweetheart.
[coughs]
- Breathe!
- Come on, sweetheart.
Breathe, come on.
Breathe!
Take a breath.
That a girl.
[Woman]
Help!
Somebody call a paramedic!
Somebody help!
We need a paramedic right now!
Come on, Jesse.
Help! Somebody, help!
Jesse, come on, Jesse, breathe!
Get her a paramedic!
Come on, Jesse, breathe.
- [Woman] Come on, Jesse.
- [Caine] Come on, Jesse, breathe.
- Come on, Jesse!
- Breathe!
[Natalia] We can do this.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
We can do this.
- No!
- Natalia. Natalia.
Natalia.
No.
We can do this.
We just need help.
- Horatio, we just need some help.
- Natalia. Natalia.
He's gone.
[sobbing]
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ We don't get fooled again ♪
♪ Don't get fooled again ♪
♪ No, no ♪
Doctor.
If you hadn't shot out that
window when you did,
my autopsy would be full right now.
Cause of death?
Based on the circumstances,
It's likely he suffered
profound cerebral hypoxia.
Oxygen deprivation.
How is that possible?
Any number of toxic
or inert gases.
Can't say for sure till
I sample his lung tissue.
Why c--
Why couldn't we revive him?
Well, unlike the others,
he hit his head when he fell.
It's possible he suffered
a subdural hemorrhage.
What should I do
with his things?
- I'm sorry?
- What should I do with his things?
I'll take care of it.
[gun fires]
Hey, that the gun Starling used
to kill his female victim?
Yeah, except I dropped
it during the attack.
Look at this.
The cologne bottle that proves
Starling tried to kill his coworker--
It's demolished.
These are the letters he sent
all of us,
which proves he coordinated
all three attacks
of university personnel.
Problem is, the paramedics
trampled on them when they were
trying to save Jesse.
Okay, so that means
every piece of evidence
That we have on Starling has
been compromised by the gas.
No, not everything.
We still have the gun.
That's true, but it was never
definitively linked to him.
[Man]
Sit down.
I don't know how you got
that gas into the lab
While you were behind bars,
but we're sure as
hell gonna find out.
- Impossible.
- Shut up.
[door buzzes, clicks]
In case you're interested...
the police officer you
killed's name was Jesse Cardoza.
Tragic, really.
And how's all that evidence
you collected against me
on all those other murders?
Poof.
You can't prevent
what happens next.
[door buzzes, clicks]
This is exactly what Starling wanted--
to destroy all of our evidence.
This way, we can't
charge him with anything.
And exactly why we're gonna
nail him for Jesse's killing.
With every past attack,
he left behind a clue
about the next.
That's true,
but we've scoured the lab,
and there isn't anything.
Let's start with this, okay?
Right.
Miss Boa Vista, Melissa Walls--
let's talk to her.
Starling's PhD student.
She hates him, though.
But she knows him best.
She may have the heads up.
We need to figure out how he
introduced gas into this facility.
So, weapons at the ready.
He's in custody,
but he may try something.
Let's go.
[siren wailing]
Melissa Walls?
CSI Boa Vista,
Miami-Dade PD.
Can I get you to come
down to the station
and answer some questions?
Now's really not a good time.
This is regarding your
advisor, Bob Starling.
Look, I'm trying not to think
about Starling right now, okay?
The guy ruined my career.
The guy killed a cop today.
We don't think he's finished,
and we're just wondering
if you have any idea
what he might be up to next.
No clue. And if I never
hear his name again,
it'll be too soon.
Melissa, we really only need
a few minutes of your time.
Please.
We think he's gonna kill again!
I'm sorry, but I've got to go.
I can tell you it came
from an ink-jet printer.
You see these droplets of ink
clinging to the surface of the page?
- Yeah.
- Only ink-jet printers use wet ink.
We have Starling's printer
in evidence.
Do you think it's possible
to link a letter to a printer?
We need markers,
imperfections.
There. There's a missing band of ink.
One of the nozzles
must be clogged.
I'll see if I can match it
to Starling's printer.
Maybe the clue is in the clog.
[object beeps]
[beeping, crackling]
[beeps]
[crackling]
[beeps]
Yeah, hey, guys,
I'm picking up traces of halon
from every single duct
on the floor.
[Caine] But halon gas is
a fire suppressant, isn't it?
Yeah, stuff was banned in the 80's.
Starling must have gotten his hands
on some old tanks from somewhere.
Right, so I guess the question is
how was the halon
introduced into the ducts.
[Caine] Well, we're guessing
the ventilation system.
That explains why only
one floor was affected.
Our system's separate
from the rest of the buildings.
- Okay, here is the AC unit to the lab, Eric.
- All right, we're on the roof.
We're going to check
the main air intake now.
- Okay, copy that.
- Wait a second.
- What's up, H?
- Here are the screws.
Somebody's opened this recently.
Give me a hand, will ya?
Yeah.
[Delko]
I got it.
Eric.
Our maintenance guys wouldn't
keep Freon up here.
Halon gas.
Fed it right into
the AC System.
[coughing]
Here we go.
[chattering]
[rattling]
No name, no serial number.
Eric.
This label--
there's some lettering on there.
There's just too much rust.
Let's see what we've got here.
"S-I-T-Y."
- University?
- Like Dade University.
This tank is from
the university where you work.
Something you'd like to tell us, Bob?
You don't have
my hands on that--
Oh, would you look at that.
[grunts]
[Caine]
Cuff him!
How the hell did you
get out of these?
When you gonna understand
I'm smarter than all of you put together?
By the time I'm done,
you'll all be dead, every last one of you.
Somebody is going to die,
but it's not going to be us.
Take him downstairs, Frank.
Throw his ass in solitary.
The clock is ticking, Horatio.
You understand me?
Hey, why hasn't anybody
cleaned this officer's face?
He's still being processed, sir.
I'm sorry.
Jesse...
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse.
Just came by to say, uh--
to say bye.
You know, we had a game tonight,
me and you.
I was going
to kick your butt, too.
I called your mom.
She wants you back in California.
H is going to make that happen.
Man, I'm gonna miss you.
Glass?
- Go ahead.
- Right.
Natalia, when you found
Jesse, think back.
Could you tell what
he was working on?
Uh, uh, no.
I mean, honestly, I was just
so distracted. I didn't even...
Okay. All right.
Well, I found this
piece of glass lodged in his head.
I think it's from this room.
And I want to know what it's from.
Okay.
We can figure this out.
Let's do it.
Okay, so this piece of glass
is from Jesse's head wound.
I got roller marks,
round edges.
This is tempered glass.
Okay, so maybe from a test tube?
No. That's borosilicate glass.
It's strong,
but it's not tempered.
- Okay, try this one.
- All right.
Sharp edges, greenish hue.
- This isn't it.
- Okay, all right.
I've got Starling's camera,
and it's broken.
The glass is broken on it.
Oh, bring it.
Roller marks.
Round edg...
This is it.
This is what Jesse was working on.
[coughing]
[hissing]
[shatters]
There's no memory card?
Benton.
Benton, Dave!
Hey!
What's up?
My hands are kind of full right now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Did, uh, did Jesse ask you
to process anything this
morning, like a memory card?
- Yeah.
- Where is it?
Right over there.
- [Simmons] What's on it?
- I haven't checked it yet.
Come on, come on, come on.
Hey...
you can recover
deleted photos, right?
I could.
The server's down.
I can't pull up
the photo recovery software
till this thing is fixed.
[Simmons groans]
All right, show me the problem.
All right, so let's
go over this again.
Loman found a concentration
of six percent of halon
In Jesse's tissues,
so if we feed halon into this box,
we can Time how long it takes
to get a concentration of six percent.
Apply that to an area
the same size as the lab,
and we can figure out when
Starling introduced the gas,
place him at
the scene of the crime.
Let's do it.
Okay, I'm turning on
the gas now.
- Stop.
- Five seconds.
Five seconds.
Okay, this box is, uh,
16 cubic feet, right?
The lab is about 200,000
cubic feet.
What's the math?
- 12,500.
- 12,500.
Okay...
It took five seconds, right?
Divide that by ten percent
of the air flow,
We get, uh...
6,250 seconds divided
by 60 seconds.
So in minutes,
we've got how many?
A hundred and four?
104 minutes
divided by three tanks...
- What's the math on that?
- 35 minutes.
35 minutes.
Starling introduced the gas
35 minutes before we all fell down.
Starling was teaching a class
in the lecture hall
35 minutes before the attack,
so this test lets
Starling off the hook.
Mm-mmm.
Not necessarily.
[cell phone beeping]
H... Starling had an accomplice.
[buzzing]
Her car's in the garage,
and she's not answering.
[knocking on door]
[Caine]
Melissa, it's Miami-Dade P.D.
[Melissa]
Wait, don't open the door.
[Delko]
Melissa, open the door now.
We need to ask you
some questions.
Stop, stop, stop.
Don't come in.
The door is rigged.
Okay, Melissa, you hang on.
Let's get the snake, okay?
[Delko]
The door's connected to a wire.
If we open it,
we pull the trigger.
- You cuff him.
- Yes, sir.
[Delko]
Do you think she's alone?
[Caine]
You know, it's too hard to tell, Eric.
The only other way into this place
is that window.
We're on the second floor.
[handcuffs rattling, click]
[Melissa panting]
[gasping]
Please help me.
[sobbing]
Please help me.
- Help me.
- Melissa, listen to me.
Don't move.
Please-- Please hurry.
Okay, sweetheart.
All right, hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang on.
- [clicks]
- [gasps]
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry.
Okay, don't worry
about that now.
Don't worry about that now.
That's not important.
It's not important.
Here you go.
I can't believe you helped me.
After everything I did.
I interfered with your case
against Starling,
All for my thesis.
Got a serial number.
I'm going to run it.
- Did Starling do this?
- I don't know.
Whoever it was, he was waiting
for me when I got home.
I never even saw him.
Rifle belongs to
a Keith Garwood.
[Caine]
Who is that?
Says that he works
at Dade University,
But the file doesn't
specify his occupation.
- Does that ring a bell?
- He's the janitor.
He's always at the back
of Starling's lecture hall.
He idolizes the guy.
Thank you, Melissa.
[panting]
Keith Garwood, MDPD!
Stop right now!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way.
[tires screech]
Keith Garwood,
you're under arrest for murder.
I didn't do anything like that.
- Then why did you run?
- I got two DUIs.
I get arrested, I lose my job.
You should have thought of that
before you gassed
my whole team with halon,
my friend.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
We found the tanks
from the university.
That's HAZMAT stuff.
That stuff's under
lock and key 24 -seven.
- You have the keys for it?
- Well, yeah, but--
- But what? But what?
- I want you to show us.
Let's go.
University keeps
all the hazardous materials over here.
Yeah, well, you're
going to show us.
This it right here?
Oh, man.
Is there a problem?
Three of the canisters
of halon are gone.
Yeah. Looks like they're missing, H.
Where are they, Keith?
I don't know.
Keith, come here.
Keith, listen to me.
When someone lies to me,
it really, really
hurts my feelings.
You're Starling's boy.
You've been with him
the whole time, right? Go.
How did he get you
to do it?! Money?
You cops are all the same.
You think people
are just motivated by money.
We know you worship Starling.
How did he convince
you to kill a cop?
What are you talking about?
Nobody said anything about killing a cop.
A police officer was murdered.
That's on you.
In the State of Florida, Keith,
it's a mandatory death sentence.
- What's he planning next?
- I think I want my lawyer.
You want a lawyer?
Nobody is going to be able
to save you now.
So it looks like Garwood's
going to lawyer up.
And we still don't know what
Starling's planning next.
What do you got?
This is the round
from Garwood's rifle.
What, something's off?
The weight's off.
This bullet weights 4.7 grams.
Your common .223
weighs about 3.6.
So the bullet's heavy.
I mean, there's variance
in batches, right?
Well, they vary two to three grains,
- but not 17.
- [rattling]
What would account
for that kind of a difference?
Mmm.
Hand me that
bullet puller, will you?
Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Wow.
That looks like sand.
Miami's finest.
Somebody replaced
the gunpowder with sand.
Suddenly,
the projectile doesn't project.
Without gunpowder,
the gun won't fire.
Lucky for Melissa Walls.
Means that Garwood got duped.
Right there, okay?
Can he see me?
Keith, this is your chance.
What is the plan?
Tick tock.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
He's killed three people.
I'm not going to be the fourth.
Okay, suit yourself.
Take him.
Tick tock. Tick tock...
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock,
tick tock, tick tock...
So that is Starling's letter to me?
Well, we've proven it came
from Bob Starling's printer.
Do we have a clue yet?
Nothing in or on the printer,
and the only thing we
found on the paper itself
are some odd shiny areas.
I sent a sample to trace.
It's almost like someone spilled
nail polish on the page.
Unless they were using invisible ink.
Would you hold that up, please?
Invisible ink fluoresces under UV.
[Delko]
What do you think this is?
Eric, it's a cipher.
Like the one the zodiac killer
used in San Francisco.
Exactly right.
So it's our job to decode it.
It's a graphical language,
like Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Hey, there are a
lot of different cultures
that used hieroglyphics--
Sumerians, the Babylonians,
the Mayans.
The Mayans, who predicted
the end of days.
Yeah, if you
believe in the prophecy,
we are headed
for an apocalypse.
Yeah, just nobody can decide
on how that might happen.
Some think asteroid,
nuclear war,
worldwide pandemic flu.
[Delko]
"Mass pandemics,
"such as the bubonic plague,
"reify the value of human life,
and in turn,
"the societal ramifications
for crimes against humanity,
as well."
The focus of Starling's work.
Well, the server's down,
so we're gonna have to go old-school.
"Man marks earth ruin."
"Man marks earth ruin."
I don't get it.
"Roll on, thou deep
and dark blue ocean, roll.
"12,000 fleets sweep
over thee in vain.
"Man marks the earth with ruin,
but his control stops
with the shore."
It's from a poem by Lord Byron.
And you just have that memorized?
I'm English.
Byron's in my blood.
What does it mean?
I have absolutely no idea.
Well, it sounds to me like
it's referring to the beach.
The beach.
You know, there's a--
there's a Byron Crest Hotel on Pier 25.
Yes, there is.
"Man marks earth ruin..."
"but his control stops
at the shore."
Clock is ticking, Horatio.
You understand me?
"The clock is ticking."
Eric, there's a bomb on Pier 25.
[sirens]
Police Department.
We need everyone off the pier!
Off the pier!
Everybody off the pier right away.
Right away!
What are you doing?
Right away!
Everybody off the pier right now!
Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Everybody off the pier!
Come on! Get out.
Eric.
Unit 35 en route
to Miami West Prison.
E.T.A... 15 minutes.
[Man]
Copy.
[ticking]
H, be careful.
Get out of here, Eric.
I'm not going anywhere.
What time is it?
Shut up.
- We've been had.
- It's a diversion.
- He's escaping.
- We'll never make it in time, H.
They're too far away.
[Starling] I was just asking.
You don't have to be so rude.
If you don't shut up,
I'll make you shut up.
- [gunfire]
- [glass shattering]
[tires screeching]
[machinegun firing]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[Man] This is Officer Gates.
We're under heavy gunfire
- on the Rickenbacker Causeway.
- Starling!
We need backup!
[Woman]
All units in the vicinity,
there are reports of gunfire
and an escaped convict.
Proceed to
the Rickenbacker Causeway.
The Rickenbacker Causeway,
immediately.
[sirens]
[Caine]
Frank!
So what happened?
It's a remote-triggered rifle,
so it didn't need an operator to fire.
How did Starling pull all this off
when we had him and his
accomplice behind bars?
He's killed remotely before.
It's possible he could have
set it up a week ago.
Tell me about the rounds.
.223-- same as the bullet that
was used on Melissa Walls.
But that was a dud.
I mean, these clearly weren't.
Why would he use real ammo
for the escape
and duds on Melissa?
Because maybe she wasn't
supposed to die.
Baby's back.
Dave, the memory card.
Right.
Card is in.
We do have some deleted files.
Let me see if I can find 'em
using the retrieval software.
[Simmons]
Go back.
No, no, two more.
That's Melissa Walls.
Send these to H, ASAP.
- Good job.
- You, too.
H, take a look at this.
Starling and Melissa.
That's why there was
sand in the bullet.
Melissa only wanted us
to think she was in danger.
He hands us Garwood's rifle,
and then he leaves a gun behind
with a serial number on it.
So the janitor wasn't
the accomplice.
It's our friend Melissa.
You gassed my lab
for Starling, Melissa.
[Delko] We know you
swapped the gunpowder
in the .223 round with sand...
stole the janitor's gun,
put a fake bullet in it,
aimed it at yourself.
Made yourself look
like Starling's victim,
when all along
you were his accomplice.
And then you helped him escape...
Melissa.
[tires screech, glass shatters]
Thought we wouldn't
know the difference?
Garwood would take the fall
for all of this?
But now it's you who's swinging
from the hook, Melissa.
- It was all Bob's idea.
- It was all Bob's idea?
And what, you think a jury's
going to take your word for it?
Think about it, Melissa!
All the evidence points to you.
Starling's hands are clean.
And you're gonna be
holding the bag alone, Melissa.
Alone.
My God.
Bob told me to set up the janitor.
I never realized he was
gonna set me up, too.
And right now we've got you
for all of this,
And we're happy to take it.
It's gonna be you
for Jesse's murder, Melissa.
You.
What if I can make a deal?
Give you Starling?
You want to make a deal?
[laughs]
She wants to make a deal, Eric.
What do you think?
Good move.
Honey...
- I'm so glad you made it.
- Really?
Because it looks like you were
about to push off without me.
Maybe you didn't notice
all those people out there
searching for yours truly.
Is that all you care about, yours truly?
I killed a cop for you!
I thought you
were smarter than that.
- Smarter than killing someone?
- No.
For thinking I wouldn't figure
out that you're wearing a wire.
You'd just let me rot in jail?
After everything
that I did for you?
- A robot could do what you did.
- You're a user.
You've always used people
to do your dirty work.
No wonder you
couldn't get tenure.
I have more intelligence
in my pinky finger
than you or any of those
other underqualified ingrates.
You could have never pulled off
gassing that crime lab
If I hadn't told you exactly what to do!
"Man marks earth with ruin...
but his control stops at the shore."
You're late again, Horatio.
There's your wire.
There's nothing on it.
I hate to disappoint you,
my friend,
but that's not the whole story,
is it, Melissa?
Here you go.
You should have
everything you need.
Sorry, honey,
I had to look after
yours truly this time.
Down on the ground,
hands on your head right now.
You're under arrest
for the murder of Jesse Cardoza.
Jesse Cardoza was our friend.
♪ The Atlantic was born today ♪
♪ And I'll tell you how ♪
♪ The clouds above opened up
and let it out ♪
Have a safe trip.
♪ I was standing on the surface ♪
♪ Of a perforated sphere ♪
♪ When the water filled every hole ♪
♪ And thousands upon thousands
made an ocean ♪
♪ Making islands where no island should go ♪
How did you know I was gonna be here, H?
Where else would you be, Walter?
That's right.
[Delko]
We're always here for each other.
I'm on Walter's team,
'cause frankly, uh,
Calleigh and I bet money on this,
and I want to throw the game.
- I got Natalia.
- All right.
Let's go, baby.
- Oh, gonna take Pinkus over here?
- That's right.
- Three years varsity.
- I will hurt you. If I'm getting
Left on the bench,
then I'm gonna blow the whistle.
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
♪ I need you so much closer ♪
This is for Jesse.
[cheering]
Whoo!
♪ Yeah! ♪