CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 7, Episode 4 - Sangre por Sangre - full transcript

[liquid dripping]

[panting]

[panting continues]

[object clatters]

[siren in distance]

[passing car horn honking]

[indistinct chatter]

[panting]

[overlapping chatter]

Good morning, Mac.
Here you go.

Thanks.



- Thanks a lot.
- Aquí tiene su desayuno, señor.

Buen provecho, señor.

[ringtone chimes]

[Female Newscaster]
Next week, according to the city manager,

at that time,
a decision will be made.

[Male Newscaster]
Now we have breaking news out of Midtown.

A man's body has been found
this morning

at the Deeberry Hotel,

the victim of an apparent homicide.

Early reports indicate the man

is associated with El Puño,
the notorious Puerto Rican gang

with ties in East Harlem.

In recent years,
El Puño has become synonymous

with acts of extreme violence.



Members and associates
of the gang have been indicted...

[Flack]
A big fish here.

Our vic is Panthro Torres,
leader of El Puño.

We've been trying to
take him down for years.

Somebody got him first.

So, how did he end up in the awning?

There's a suite registered
to one of his aliases,

on the sixth floor.

Long fall from a high window.

[camera shutters clicking]

This is why they take your
credit card when you check in.

Yeah, Torres definitely
got into it with someone.

Thinking exiting
out the window was not his idea.

[Flack]
Guy wakes up a big shot,

ends up a shish kabob.

A lot can change in one day.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

- [siren blaring]
- [crowd clamoring]

[camera shutter clicking]

The U.S. Attorney's Office
has a pending indictment

against Panthro Torres,

and they're offering us
full cooperation.

Sounds like we could be in store
for some serious repercussions.

[Flack]
Torres was the leader of El Puño,

so this was likely a hit by a rival gang.

[Taylor] That means El Puño's
gonna want blood.

From what I've heard,

these aren't two-bit,
three-block dope dealers.

Far from it.

They control East Harlem.

Drug trafficking, extortion,
murder for hire, name it.

El Puño's a one-stop shop
for all bad things.

Whoever killed Torres
is gonna have a mark on their head.

Well, we got to find them
before the streets do,

or it's going to be war.

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutter clicking]

[Sid sighs]

Ouch.

Torres was a big time gangster,

but I guess it's true
what they say--

You live by the gun...

You get gunshot wounds.

Through and through.

Defensive wound.

Looks like large caliber.

And a second gunshot wound to the chest.

So, this guy gets shot twice,

and then goes through a window.

Bam! Gets impaled.

Who's bold enough to do that?

[grunting, shouting]

No!

- [gunshot]
- [screaming]

[gunshot]

[yelling]

[glass shatters]

[camera shutter clicking]

There's no sign of forced entry.

This has rival gang hit
written all over it.

[Lindsay] Well, then, the killer had a key,
or the victim let him in.

I'll cross-reference
hotel surveillance

with pictures
of known gang members.

[Danny]
Manager says Torres checked in alone.

Guy with his share of enemies...

I don't see him traveling
without a crew.

What the hell?

I got something ugly
in this bottle.

And we got two glasses...

And one bed.

Maybe he wanted a little privacy.

Hmm.

Well, somebody's got
to kiss and tell.

[passing sirens blaring]

They say there are
six million ways to die.

Panthro Torres chose three.

Official C.O.D.
is cerebral hemorrhaging

from a cracked skull due
to his head hitting the awning.

Had he survived that,
he certainly would have

succumbed to exsanguination
from impalement.

Not a bad way to go,
considering option number three...

a ruptured vena cava,

courtesy of a fragmented .45.

[rattling]

Somehow,
ouch doesn't quite cover it.

According to Torres' rap sheet,

he was a suspect
in five unsolved murders.

I doubt the families

of those victims
are shedding any tears.

I'll piece together the bullet,
run it through IBIS.

Hopefully, we can get a hit
on the murder weapon.

Thanks, Sid.

[Taylor]
Hey.

You solve this thing yet?

Can you give me till lunch?
[laughs]

Torres' death leaves a void

at the top of his crew,

so I thought I'd look
at his replacements.

Might be able to avoid a street
war if we can talk to them.

So I'm gathering this as I go.

Seems, Torres was the face
of this crew,

but Lisa Brigosa...
she's the brains,

and Rick Devarro
is the street muscle.

Although, given his penchant
for getting arrested,

Rick's not too bright.

There's one other.

Luther Devarro.

Any relation to Rick?

His older brother...

the founder of El Puño,

but more of an advisor
at this stage of his career.

I helped put him away
15 years ago.

He was released last week.

Gasoline on the fire.

It's one thing to
be a street guy,

another to be smart.

But it's dangerous

when both those qualities
are embodied in one person.

Hey, what do you got?

Um, no prints

on the lowball glasses
from the hotel room,

but I did get DNA.

Two separate profiles.

One from our vic,

and the other one's not
in CODIS.

Could be from
our female companion.

Yeah, and I'm thinking
the libation of choice

was mescal, but get this, okay?

I've seen everything in these bottles--
worms, spiders,

live scorpions...
whose venom, by the way,

okay, makes this drink
an hallucinogenic.

Uh, well, I-- I--

I don't know
anything about that.

Um, but I've never seen anything
like this before, okay?

Um, so I contacted
the brand manufacturer,

and it turns out, they don't put
anything in the bottles.

So it was tampered with.

Yeah, but why?

♪♪ [Latin jazz]

Detective Mac Taylor.

Lisa Brigosa.

Last I saw you, you
were in Catholic school.

Back when I robbed nuns for fun.

Lot's changed since then.

I'm here to see Luther.

Just wait here, okay?

Siéntate.

You want to see the man,

you're gonna have
to hand over your piece.

House rules.

That's not gonna happen.

[sighs]

I apologize for my brother.

It's been a long time.

Siéntate.

[Devarro sighs]
Fernando.

Take a look at this man.

If you're ever stupid enough
to get arrested,

this is the guy you want

to put the handcuffs on.

He's a fair man.
¿Entiende?

Fuera.

Next generation.

Teach them a little respect.

You've been away for a while.

Things have changed.

Question is--
for better or worse?

In our time,
it wasn't about guns.

It was the knuckle game,
remember?

I had snap in my shoulder.

I hit you, you were hurting.

What I remember is you
beating a rival gang member to a pulp.

That's what put you away.

Defending the neighborhood.

This place has always
welcomed me with open arms.

So did El Puño.

What you started only got
stronger when you went away.

Yeah, no thanks to you.

Every couple of months,

I'd find one of my men
in the mess hall.

Didn't want you to get lonely.

What can I do for you, Detective?

I think you know why I'm here.

I want to know if I'm gonna
have a problem with your crew.

This your way of paying condolences?

Last time I checked,

it was one of my men
who had holes burned into him.

And killing more people
is going to make it right?

What's the alternative...

turn it over to the NYPD?

Cops like to see us as defendants

or, better yet, deceased.

Doesn't have to be that way.

I didn't make the rules.

But your crew listens to you.

You want to teach
the next generation?

You tell them revenge
lands them in prison or a grave.

You're a man of intelligence.

Reason with them.

Men can reason all they want.

Machines got minds of their own.

I want your assurance that this
is not the beginning of a war.

I hear your concern...

but I can't make that assurance.

But what I can tell you

is that Panthro
will receive a proper burial,

and my crew will pay
the proper respects to his family.

Until then, if there is a God,
and I believe that there is,

I won't lift a finger.

On that, I give you my word.

[sighs]

Let's hope you keep your word.

'Cause if you don't,
this fair man will lock you up again,

and this time you won't get out.

[sighs]

Hazel Ortega, betrayed
with a kiss... her own.

I swabbed the lipstick print

and ran the DNA trace
through the system.

Didn't get a match
to the lowball glass,

but we got a match to a felony
committed by our girl here.

Turns out it was gang-related.

[Danville] Says here she
lives near Garvey Park.

That's Mamba territory.

They're rivals of our vic's crew.

Yeah, I checked
the Gang Intelligence Database.

Now, Hazel Ortega
is considered inactive,

but she was a member
of the Mambas.

Yeah, since then, according
to her tax records,

she moved on
to a different profession.

Eloquent Evenings.

It's an escort service.

They provide high-end call girls

to "leaders of industry."

Looks like number seven's our girl.

Purple Hazel.

Purple Hazel...
very catchy.

Now, hotel surveillance
didn't give me

any matches to current
gang members, but...

I got...

She could have set him up.

Or shot him herself.

♪♪ [Spanish hip-hop]

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter, chatter]

Put a leash on that thing, Hazel.

Police.

You going somewhere?

Yeah?

Now you're coming with me.

Hands on the hood.

[handcuffs clicking]

I didn't kill him.

You know, these talks
would go a lot better

if you weren't packing a .45,

which is the same caliber used
to kill Torres, by the way.

You don't understand.

I carry that gun for protection.

Yeah, yeah.

You don't live here,
you don't know.

Hazel, get down!

[Hazel screaming,
tires screeching]

[Flack gasping]
Stay down, stay down!

[rapid gunfire]

Hey!

[sirens wailing]

[crowd clamoring]

There were two of 'em
with serious hardware.

I'm good.

I'm pissed.

Hazel Ortega got shot in my custody.

And they would have killed her
if you didn't get off some shots.

There was nothing you could do.

This was an organized hit
and she was the target.

[Paramedic] She's conscious
and her heart rate's stabilizing.

Tell the E.R. we'll be there
in five minutes.

[Man]
You got it.

We got aviation, K-9,
and all available units

searching the area.

[Hawkes]
The body of these ammo shells

were inscribed with a letter...

"P," for El Puño.

They carve those Ps into their bullets
as a method of ownership.

It's a kind of intimidation.

Well, it's working.

All the witnesses I spoke to,
who saw the shooters--

they're not cooperating.

This is revenge for Torres.

Or maybe it's just supposed
to look that way.

The Mambas could have
carved the bullets

just to throw us off.

Maybe it's their way
of tying up loose ends.

Whatever the reason,
somebody pumped rounds

into an NYPD squad car.

I want them found.

Hey, what do you know
about Fishzilla?

Sounds like a bad name
for a monster movie.

Close... it's the nickname

of that weird little thing I found

at the bottom of the mescal bottle.

Yeah, its real name
is snakehead fish,

all right, and it's illegal
in all 50 states.

Then it couldn't have
been that easy to get.

How did it end up
at our crime scene?

Uh, I don't know,
maybe it was left as a message.

You know, these things
are pretty vicious.

They eat everything,
even their own kind.

The message could
be in the name.

Snakehead...
reference to the Mambas?

I'm trying to track down
where you can buy these things

and then maybe I can
figure out who purchased it.

How are you going to track it down
if it's illegal and off the books?

I-- I know a guy
that knows a guy that...

knows a guy
that knows another guy.

[Dispatcher]
10-13.

Officer needs assistance
at Pleasant Green Hospital

Hostage situation.
Hospitalized prisoner holding

a member of the service at gunpoint.

- [Woman over P.A.] Security to E.R.
- [Hazel] Stay back.

- Security to E.R. stat.
- Stay back!

[Security Guard]
You do not want to shoot a cop.

[Hazel] Don't come any closer.
I will shoot her.

[Guard]
Just, just calm down.

[Hazel]
Back off. I said back off!

- [Officer] Please, let me go.
- [Guard] Let the officer go.

I've got to get the hell out of here.
Shut up!

I will shoot her.
Get back!

- [women screaming]
- Hazel.

[Hazel]
Don't pull that gun.

I'm Jo Danville,
New York Crime Lab.

I don't want to see you
or anybody else get hurt.

- Please put that gun down.
- I can't.

They'll kill me.

You're protected here.

The same way I was protected
in that police car?

I have a bullet in my arm
that says "Hell, no."

I didn't kill him.

You have to believe me.

I do, Hazel.

I don't run with the Mambas.

I've made some mistakes
in the past that I'm not proud of,

but I'm not like that anymore.

Don't make a mistake now.

Please put the gun down.

Not until you listen to me.

All I did was show up
and do my job.

I was paid,

I packed my things to leave,

but Panthro wanted one last kiss.

[knock on door]

He was alive when I walked
out of there.

Hazel, listen to me.

There was only one exit
and entrance

out of that hotel suite.

Tell me who you saw.

I just wanted
to get out of there.

Come on.

- Hands behind your back.
- [Hazel groans]

- [handcuffs click]
- [Guard] Okay, cuff her.

- [Officer] Let's go.
- Careful, damn it.

Where I grew up,
there's a saying...

people who see but
keep their mouths shut

are the ones who live.

♪♪ [Spanish hip-hop]

The neighborhood's got
their ears open,

but I say it was the Mambas
who shot that cop car.

They're trying
to cover their tracks,

but we got to,
we got to retaliate, man.

No, there's going
to be a lot of heat.

We should wait till it dies
down before we make our move.

- You want to know what I think?
- No, not really.

Why don't you go find
some kids to play with?

This is grown-up's talk here, son.

Why would I want
to go anywhere else

when I can learn
from Mr. Devarro?

Learn from me?
Learn from my mistakes.

Fact is, you want to
start out like me,

you might end up like Panthro.

- Muerto.
- Nah, man, not me.

Oh, yeah?
What you know about that?

Look, man.
Panthro was king snake.

Emphasis on "was."

I'm not going
to end up like him.

Rick, Fernando, come on.
Let's take a walk.

I'm not going anywhere.

No me haga
pregunto otra vez.

A handshake used
to mean something.

An officer was shot today,
and a civilian wounded.

The ammo we found had
your crew's signature on it.

When a guy like you gets
released from prison

a week before people
start getting shot,

I don't believe it's coincidence.

I don't hustle.

You know what that means?

I don't look people in the eyes
and lie to them.

Am I supposed to believe that?

I have as much reason as you do

to want to bring those kids in

who shot Hazel Ortega.

I didn't give that order.

But I have it on good authority

someone in my crew did.

The last thing I want
is an army of badges

canvassing my neighborhood
with itchy trigger fingers.

Someone's son is liable
to be out on his stoop

holding a cell phone
and catch bullets.

There's one way to take
the heat off of your crew.

Send a uni to the corner
bodega on 16th.

You'll find
two remorseful young men

who fit the description
of your shooters.

This is a gift I hand
to you, Detective.

I trusted you once.

If you're lying to me about this,

next time, I'll be back
with everything I have.

[Flack]
Hey. So, Luther's tip paid off.

Two unis just picked up
Ed Rios and Marty Lobos

at that corner bodega.

Both are young soldiers in El Puño.

[Flack]
They were practically gift-wrapped,

carrying a duffel bag containing
a shotgun and a MAC-10.

[phone ringing]

They're both giving full confessions
as we speak.

- Yeah?
- [Taylor] Good.

One shooting solved,

but Torres' killer is still out there.

Thank you.
News from the hospital.

Hazel Ortega's medical bill
News has been paid.

Some kid... Fernando Flores...

walked in with enough cash
to cover all expenses.

That's a substantial
amount of money.

I've seen Fernando...

with Luther.

I think it's time
we kept an eye on him.

[Hawkes] Hey, guys.
It's looking more and more

like Hazel Ortega is innocent.

I compared the bullet
from Torres' body to her .45.

The stria don't match.

- Maybe she used a different gun.
- I don't think so.

What I saw in her eyes at that hospital
was genuine fear.

She obviously saw something

that terrified her in that hotel room.

Yeah, well,
when I pieced together

the bullet fragments
that Sid gave me,

that he pulled out
of Panthro Torres' chest,

I found the exact same inscription

that was on the ammo
from Hazel's shooting.

Two shootings.
Same signature.

One gang, El Puño.

So Torres' murder
wasn't a rival hit by the Mambas.

It was an inside job.

Just like a snakehead,

someone in El Puño's
eating their own.

I want to talk to each one
of their power players--

Lisa Brigosa, the Devarro brothers...
Rick and Luther...

and Fernando Flores.

Each one of them
is either a potential suspect

or a potential victim.

[siren wailing]

[passing car horn honks]

Luther Devarro, NYPD!

Go ahead.

This is Rick Devarro
we're dealing with,

so let's be ready for anything.

All right?

Fernando Flores works here.

We need to talk to him.

Danny, his place is empty.

[Danny]
The same here.

They knew we were coming.

They all packed up
and got the hell out of here.

Yeah. All right.

[dialing]

Fernando Flores was here earlier.

The store manager says
he doesn't know where he went.

You talk to Mac?

Fernando Flores! NYPD!

[car alarm blaring]

[crowd clamoring]

Fortunately,
the place was nearly empty

at the time of the explosion.

There was one casualty.

Lisa Brigosa.

[exhales]

Looks like she was sitting
at this table when the blast hit.

Two major members of this crew
are murdered on the same day?

Someone's trying to
take out the leadership.

Fernando Flores
was in this building

right before it blew up.

He looked me straight in the eye
and then took off.

Young upstart trying to take over.

He's supposed to be
the next generation.

Maybe he couldn't wait.

Hey.

So, according to the witnesses,

Brigosa ordered everyone
out of the restaurant,

claiming she had an important
meeting to conduct.

Next thing they know,
the place went up.

I want an APB
on Fernando Flores.

Let's get his photo
to every media outlet in the city.

The damage seems to be
the worst over here.

This has got to be the
origin of the blast.

A severed gas line.

Looks like someone
left a palm print behind.

[gas hissing]

So he sealed up the place.

He cut the gas line.

He still needed a spark.

This bottle smells like gasoline.

Remnants of duct tape
around the mouth.

Trace of a rag, used as a wick.

The makings of a Molotov cocktail.

We're going to need more than
Fernando running from the scene

to make this stick.

The blast may have
destroyed the restaurant

and burned her body,

but it wasn't the cause of death.

Let me guess.
No smoke damage to her lungs.

None. Lisa Brigosa
was killed before the explosion.

What the charred clothing covered up

were two bullet holes.

Mushroomed .45s.

Same as Panthro Torres.

So we're not dealing
with a rival gang.

Someone inside of El Puño
is taking out its leaders.

That restaurant was El Puño's
main location for laundering money.

It was the heart
of the organization.

Why go the extra step
of blowing it up?

These are the remnants
of two lowball glasses.

Our killer sat down

and shared a drink
with Lisa Brigosa

before shooting her.

Just like he did with Torres.

Well...

That's not all he shared.

Fishzilla.

- [hisses]
- [gasps]

Cajun style.

Yo, Hawkes.
Check this.

I spoke to a friend of mine.

The smuggler was just arrested

by the Federal Fish
and Wildlife Department.

And his specialty?
Snakeheads.

I guess there's a black market
for everything.

Supply and demand.

Now, our fish smuggler remembers

a tough-looking Puerto Rican guy
buying from him.

He get a name?

No, but he did specifically ask

for three snakeheads.

So our killer asked for three,
and only two have been used.

That's pretty simple math.

Which leaves one more victim
yet to be determined.

Torres is down.
So is Lisa Brigosa.

That leaves two possible targets.

Rick and Luther Devarro.

The question is,

which brother
is Fernando Flores targeting?

♪ While passing through
the clouds of diamond dust ♪

♪ As two mock suns arise
beside our one ♪

♪ The sundogs guide the way
towards the east ♪

♪ And set behind
the valley of calm trees ♪

♪ The destination ♪

♪ Unfamiliar sands ♪

♪ Amongst the ice fog ♪

♪ A DC-8 awaits ♪

♪ Our means of travel ♪

♪ To visionary worlds ♪

♪ Let us imagine ♪

♪ Down in the valley the calm
trees are swaying in time ♪

[computer beeping]

♪♪

Hey.

So we get a phone call
from Fernando Flores,

saying that he'll turn
himself in on one condition.

He only wants to talk to you.

Detective,

I hear you're a fair man.

That's why I'm here now.

To make a confession?

I want to know why

you killed Panthro Torres
and Lisa Brigosa.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Taylor.

Mac, I ran the print.

Fernando Flores didn't do it.

[Taylor]
Are you sure?

I'm absolutely certain.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[sirens chirping]

[sirens continue]

We need to hit up
every hideout, hangout

and business front
belonging to El Puño.

The Devarro brothers
have to be in one of them.

[Flack] I've got all available
units scouring East Harlem.

We'll let you know
if we find them.

[gun cocking]

With all due respect,

this is how it was meant to be.

You and me, brother.

I remember being a kid,
growing up,

watching you start El Puño,

right here in this spot.

It was a different time.

A lot simpler.

Yeah, well, I couldn't
wait to join, man.

You see that tag right there?

That was my first.

Yeah.

- Had a lot of firsts up in this joint.
- You know what I'm saying?

[laughs]

[snorts]

[coughs]

We're gonna hunt Fernando down

for killing Panthro and Lisa.

Remind him and everybody else
why they fear El Puño.

[tapping chest]

The Fist.

You're ready to buck up?

What are you carrying?

Fernando's innocent.

- He's a good kid.
- [scoffs]

The only reason
he ran out of the bar

was because he saw a dead body
and smelled gas.

All right, all right, all right.

[Rick]
If it wasn't him,

we'll find out who did it.

But before that,

somebody's got to settle up

for the hit on Hazel Ortega.

[gun cocking]

[gun cocking]

Put the guns down
and your hands up!

You're crazy!

You have the gun pointed
at the wrong guy, Rick.

What you talking about?

[Taylor]
Luther, tell him.

Tell him he's next.

[laughs]

You hear this cop?

Trying to play mind games.

This is none of your concern, Detective.

We found your prints behind
the stove at the restaurant, Luther.

What?

What's he trying to say, Luther?

Huh?

[Rick panting]

You killed Panthro?

And Lisa?

There was a time when crimes
against the people in the neighborhood

were not allowed.

You still preaching
that neighborhood garbage?

You were gonna kill me for that?

[Rick panting]

I'm your brother.

Then let's put our guns
down and talk about it.

Nah. Nah.

Later for that.

[panting, groaning]

10-13. Officer needs assistance.

Skate park at 124th.
All units respond.

[panting]

You're a man of reason, Luther.

Come out, give yourself up.

It's too late for me, Detective.

I never intended to create
something violent.

It was never about
drugs and guns,

money and power.

When they put me away,
all that changed.

Torres, Lisa,

and my brother...

took what I created...

just a group of guys

trying to watch
each other's back,

taking care
of their neighborhood...

and they turned it into some...

criminal enterprise.

Sitting in my cell,

hearing about how El Puño

was the most feared
and violent gang.

Inmates coming up to
me and paying respect.

I wanted to tear it down!

Did you honestly think
you could do that

by killing the heads
of the gang?

They'll all be replaced
by others.

[gasping quietly]

[liquid dripping]

[panting]

I never intended
to save the world,

but somebody had
to be held accountable.

Those that made
the same promise I did.

Promise to protect
the neighborhood,

not to eat it alive.

To defend it, not to become

the worst threat
it had ever known.

Now you've caused
even more bloodshed.

Killing people won't solve it.

We're fighting the same fight.

Why didn't you come to me?

We could have taken
them down together.

Because old habits die hard,

and we're different kind of people.

I gain closure here, Detective,

in the spirit of what I created.

I have no other choice.

It all ends here.

Tonight.

[clattering in distance]

[gun clatters]

[body thuds]

[gasping]

[gunshot]

[groans]

[labored breathing]

- [radio static crackles]
- Don't, Mac.

I started it.

I end it.

That includes me.

[gasping]

The rules of the street.

This wasn't

about taking over...

[coughing]

This was about

making things right.

[gasping]