CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 8, Episode 3 - Cavallino Rampante - full transcript

Let's go find
a wild stallion to tame.

Ready?

30 seconds.

Come on, come on.

We're in.

Ten.

Nine, eight...

10,000 cars were stolen
in New York City last year.

All right, that's 28 a day.

Early this year, auto crime
division identified a ring

specializing in luxury imports.



A few months back, the perps got
a taste for Italian.

And now they're only stealing
Ferraris.

16 of 'em in eight weeks.

Suspects are female.

Mid-to-late 20s,
one blonde, one brunette.

Beyond that, details are sketchy.

So far, they've avoided
surveillance cameras

and most eyewitnesses.

They target vehicles
parked on the street, and

they're able to bypass the most
advanced security systems.

These girls are good,
but they've been lucky.

All right,
and that's gonna change sooner

or later, and when that happens,

I want one of us to be there.



All right, you got your shift
assignments. Let's get

out of here, let's be safe.

Sarge, you must have
a thing for parking garages.

This is the fifth one
we've checked out tonight.

Yes, it is.
You want to tell me why?

'Cause stolen cars

with theft recovery devices
emit a tracking signal,

but the battery only
lasts three days.

Thief stashes the vehicle,
walks away.

If it hasn't been found
by the time he gets back...

Probably never will.

Whoa, whoa, stop, stop, stop.

Engine's still running on that car.

You know what to do?

Keep our eyes open,

stay in the blind spots.

Hey, Mac.

So, ACD confirms

the vehicle was stolen
two nights ago,

and, uh, DOT checked
local traffic cameras.

Guess who likes to run red lights?

The victim's one
of our elusive car thieves.

Hmm. We have a name?

She had no I.D. on her.

What do you think?

That photo puts her behind the wheel.

Now we got to figure out
who put her in the trunk.

We got powder flecks on some
of the controls knobs inside,

and some kind of
crushed electronic device

outside, but other
than that, I can say

this is officially the cleanest
Ferrari I've ever been in.

And how many is that?

Well, it depends

if you're talking stock
or race modified.

Checked with lot security.

Guard did a walk-through
two hours ago.

Ferrari wasn't here yet.
Narrows our time frame.

Car could have been dumped here
with her already in the trunk.

Boosting cars is a dangerous game.

But a really lucrative one.

A car like this, on the black market,

would sell for a fortune.

And even more if you sell
the parts individually.

And why would it still
be sitting here?

He may not have killed her
for the car,

but simply because she stole it.

Somebody jacked my quarter of a
million dollar midlife crisis,

I'd be mighty pissed. I'm bringing
some of her vics for a chat.

Her death may have

had something to do with
this powder on the controls.

She could have been moonlighting
in narcotics.

Drug deal gone bad.

I didn't find any trace
of it, though,

on her skin or her clothes.

Then it likely came from the killer.

Which puts him inside
the car at some point.

Be nice if she could just
tell us what happened here.

Maybe her body can.

Mystifying.

What is?

Robust 25-year old female.

Non-smoker, clearly works out.

Overall, the shapely
picture of health.

At least she was.

Frankly, Sheldon, I'm stumped.

Any physical trauma?

Yeah, superficial contusions on the

upper abdomen
and lateral aspect of the thigh.

While decidedly
unpleasant, I'm quite sure

that small bruises are
not what killed her.

Poison?

Toxicology was negative across
the board.

Okay, well, it's not

unprecedented for an otherwise
healthy young women

to have sudden cardiac arrest.

Take a look.

There's no indication
of arterial sclerosis

or heart abnormality.

Nothing that would
suggest a cardiac episode.

In fact, all of the vital
organs, her brain included,

are well within normal parameters.

By all accounts, our decedent
shouldn't be deceased.

Then why the hell is she?

Mr. Rose, you reported your 2009

Ferrari California stolen on July 26?

Yeah, my fault for parking it
in such a bad neighborhood.

Temporary lapse in judgment.

Leaving your keys in the glove box...

that also a lapse in judgment?

I was just going to a party,
didn't want to lose them.

I guess leaving them
in the car was pretty stupid.

Almost as stupid
as committing insurance fraud.

Just need some water.

Should never have bought that
expensive car.

Just let vanity get the best of me.

Ego sometimes clouds our perspective.

Yeah, especially when
birthdays start flying by.

Mr. Purdue, we recovered your Ferrari

early this morning

in a parking lot on the West Side.

- Was there any damage?
- No, the car is fine. It's the dead body

in the trunk that's a problem.

I was at my boyfriend's all night.

I didn't know the car was
gone until morning.

The car was registered
to your father,

not you.

I borrowed it.

LINDSAY
Without his permission?

I was surprised he even noticed.

He's been a little
distracted lately...

ever since he ditched me and my mom

- for a girlfriend half his age.
- So, how did he react when you told him

- the car had been stolen?
- He took it pretty well, I guess.

Other than cutting me out of his will

and depriving me of my birthright.

That must have made you pretty angry

at the people that took the car.

I thought a fancy car would get the
attention of some of the ladies.

So I cashed in my savings
for the deposit and leased one.

How'd that work out for you?
No ladies.

Just a mountain of debt.

I just figured if the car got stolen

I could use the insurance money
to get out from under it.

Did you have anyone helping
you with this genius plan?

No.

Recognize this woman?

Never seen her.

Can I go now?

I don't think so.

This was taken minutes after
your car was stolen.

It's likely she and
her associates

had been watching

you and it for days.

Does she look familiar?

No.

I wish I could help you.

The car will be
impounded and processed.

Once we're through with
the investigation, you'll get it back.

I'm not sure I want it back.

Mac, is that you?

Give me a hand.

You are just full of surprises today.

Here's one more:

This hot car is not the hot car

we thought it was.

The hidden VIN on the chassis

doesn't match the registration.

This is not Nathan Purdue's Ferrari.

Then whose car is it?

It was boosted from a
Connecticut dealership,

about six hours before
Danny found our Jane Doe.

Thieves put clean VINs on stolen cars

so they can resell them.

Why would someone put stolen
VINs on another stolen car?

Lookin' good, JD.

Not many people can
pull off those coveralls.

I love you, Adam.

Did you finish the reconstruction?

Ka-pow!

This baby's good as new.

What is it?

It's a homemade RF cloning device...

tool of choice for this year's

technologically discerning
car thieves.

Now, let me give you guys
a demonstration

with this handsome
American-made vehicle.

All right, keys, please.

Come on.

Hey.

Now get in.

I can't.

Of course you can't,
because it's locked,

and like any would-be thief,

you don't have the keys.

Adam.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Okay, most cars have
a coded entry system.

Now, this gizmo thing

fools the receiver by transmitting

all one trillion possible codes
in rapid succession.

Here, check it out.

Huh?

The same matched code disengages
the engine immobilizer

and activates the ignition system.

So, say sayonara

to the car and hello,
ridiculous insurance premium.

Oh, thanks.

What's that?

AFIS report.

This cloning device was pretty
trashed when you found it,

and when I was reassembling it,

I found a latent on one of
the components, and I thought

if there was a print in the system,

it could tell us who built it

and designed it.

Prints match an ex-con
named Arthur Noonan...

nine counts of grand larceny

dating all the way
back to the late '70s.

Also has priors for assault.

A seasoned car thief with a temper.

Could have been part
of the girls' ring

or their competition.

And if the tension

between 'em heated up...

Could have ended with murder.

Go get the keys.

Go.

NYPD.

Can I help you?

Hi, I'm Detective Flack.

I'm looking for Arthur Noonan.

You're here about my daughters,
aren't you?

My beautiful Michelle.

Reminds me so much of her mother.

Forgive me, but you just don't seem

too surprised by her passing.

Well, because it's
my worst nightmare come true

because in many ways, it's my fault.

I'm sorry about your sister.

Michelle wasn't perfect,

but she still deserved
better than this.

You knew what she was doing?

Stealing cars is the family business.

My father, Michelle,
my oldest sister Nicole.

They've been doing it
since I was a kid.

What about you?

Not Audrey.

She chose law school instead.

Did you make this for your daughters?

I wish I hadn't.

You could have said no.

Those kids were out
on the street because

I failed them as a father.

Would have done anything
to make things right between us.

Make it right now and
give me Nicole's address.

I can't.

Arthur, Michelle's dead,
Nicole might know why.

I didn't say I wouldn't,

I said I can't.

I haven't seen or spoken
to either one of them

in months.

He asked my sisters
to stop stealing cars.

He was helping them do it?

Michelle called him
a hypocrite and she was right.

That was the last time
they spoke to him.

But not to you, Audrey.

Michelle is already gone

and your father is a very sick man.

Nicole is the only family

you'll have left.

This is your chance to make sure
that you don't lose her, too.

I saw them a few weeks back.

We met at a coffee shop

in Brooklyn, but they called me.

And I, I have no idea
where they were living, I swear.

The family may be fractured,

but Michelle and her sister
Nicole were extremely close.

Nicole is probably
holed up somewhere,

distraught over Michelle's death.

Or she could be hiding
in fear for her own life.

We haven't even actually
confirmed that Michelle

was murdered.

Sid's doing everything
he can to find a C.O.D.

I'm gonna have Flack start
canvassing Brooklyn coffee shops

with Nicole's photo.

Here's the evidence voucher
and the joint I confiscated.

I need your signature
and we're good to go.

Two hours later,

huh?

Do something wrong, Sarge?

I don't know, you tell me.
No,

'cause I'm pretty sure
that issuing a summons

to some guy smoking dope in the park

is exactly what a cop
is supposed to do.

You want to tell that to the units

that are forced to cover our sector

while we're single-handedly
taking down drug cartels

half a roach at a time?

So, what, next time I just
pretend like I didn't see it?

No, next time,

you stop and you think

and you use your training
and discretion

to determine what's the best use

of your time and that
of your supervising officer.

This uniform you're wearing makes you

accountable for your actions,

and mine makes me
responsible for 15 officers,

and when they mess the bed,
that's my problem.

Because of your decision,
we're sitting here

paper-jockeying vouchers
instead of being out there

on our shift
where the real criminals are.

That means overtime

and that I might not see
my kid and my wife tonight.

I didn't consider all that.

Next time you will.

Run this over to the property clerk.

I'll see you outside.

Go ahead, Mac, say it.

Tell me I handled that wrong
and I got a lot to learn

before I become a good boss.

I think you handled that
like a seasoned pro, Danny,

I think you're already a good boss.

Serious?

Yeah, come a hell of a long way

since those first couple of years

in the lab.

Wow.

That was a long time ago.

I still feel like I got
a lot to learn, though.

Ah, trust your instincts,
don't beat yourself up

if things don't always come out

the way you intended.

And good luck with the drug cartels.

All right.

Mac, the mystery powder

from the Ferrari...

it's magic...
not literally but medically.

It's an extracellular matrix

composed of fibrous proteins,
namely collagen.

The glue that holds
the body together.

This stuff is specifically engineered

to promote rapid tissue regrowth.

I've read the research
on similar compounds.

The applications are endless...

surgical wounds,
severe burns, ulcers.

Someday it may even grow body parts.

Where did this sample come from?
There are dozens of labs

working on regenerative technology.

I should be able to narrow it down.

- It'll just take some time.
- Stay on it.

I can't breathe!

Oxygen...
Is it working?

Gentlemen, should I be concerned?

Perfect timing, Mac.

We looked into possible causes

for the bruising on
Michelle Moore's body,

- and I think we found the culprit.
- Krav Maga.

Translated
as "battle combat."

It originated in Hungary

as an extremely efficient
defensive fighting technique.

I'm familiar with it.

It's standard training
for many soldiers around the world.

Then you know it's all about
neutralizing your opponent

as quickly as possible.

Targeting the most vulnerable points.

But in this case, the bruisi

was on the victim's
thigh and abdomen.

Yes, perfectly logical targets

if the attacker
had a specific agenda.

And advanced knowledge

of Krav Maga pressure points.

Gall bladder 31.

A kick here will
render the leg useless.

Conception vessel 15.

A blow here will make

the diaphragm spasm,

causing difficulty breathing

and severe pain.

She was deliberately

paralyzed and made to suffer.

Our perp is the total package...
cold, calculating, sadistic.

Hey.

He's gone.
You can get up now.

What exactly are
we looking for?

The smoking gun.

These are myocardiocyteal cells
from Michelle's heart.

Take a look.

The contours of the nuclei
are stretched and narrowed.

Precisely what happens when cells

are introduced to electricity.

Our C.O.D. was electrocution.

The charge was delivered
through her leather jacket.

That's why there were
no burns on the skin.

What are you thinking
for a murder weapon?

Something efficient, easy to conceal.
Like a stun gun.

They don't produce nearly the 0.1 amps
needed to stop the heart.

But if modified,

a stun gun
could deliver its full charge

in one fatal burst.

At the risk of sounding
a bit envious,

I do have to ask, how did you
figure out electric shock?

I think I know who killed her.

Our suspect is Dominik Janos.

Why does that name sound so familiar?

'Cause FBI and Interpol
have been chasing him

since the early '90s.
He's become a ghost.

With Janos,

fact and fiction are easily blurred.

What's he wanted for?

Everything from drug
and weapons charges

to human trafficking.

So why are we liking him
for a murdered car thief?

Janos was arrested at
14 for brutally attacking a cop

after being arrested for shoplifting.

He spent five years in a prison
outside Budapest where

he learned Krav Maga.

After his release, three of
the cop's family members

were found murdered,

all of them had
their tracheas crushed

by a single strike to the throat.

This guy's insane.

Janos vanished for a few years,

later turned up in Colombia
as a Medellin enforcer

providing us with the only
other known photo of him.

His specialty was electric shock
because of the efficiency

and extreme pain it causes.

It also gave him the knowledge
and know-how

to easily turn a stun gun
into a killing machine.

How is this guy still free
after all these years?

There must be eyewitnesses reports,

a physical description.

His complex aliases and
altered appearances made

them all unreliable and inconsistent.

Like the accounts of his death
two years ago.

The yacht he was on

reportedly caught fire and sank,
taking everyone down with it.

Well, a dead man didn't kill
Michelle.

No, but maybe a burned man did.

The regenerative powder.

He's using it to regrow scar tissue.

Transferred it to the controls
in the Ferrari.

Then why take the time to turn on

the radio and air conditioner?

Nothing is random with Janos.
Whatever it was,

he had a good reason
for getting into that car.

Michelle might have

known what it was and that's why
he killed her.

And Nicole might know, too.

Even if Janos just thinks she does,

Nicole is in serious danger.

And so is her family.

Police.

Arthur, it's Detective Flack.

It's too late.
Janos was already here.

Neighbors didn't
hear anything.

Paratransit company says they
drove Audrey and her father

directly home from the precinct.

Janos could have already
been here waiting.

Any sign of the girl?

Not yet.

Victim's been dead
no more than six hours.

No physical trauma except
for two small

contact burns on his chest.
Same stun gun?

This time applied
directly to the skin,

not through a leather jacket.

I also found paint chips on
the carpet

from this window right here.

Window frame's
painted shut.

Somebody tried to get it open,
but couldn't.

Audrey tried to run.

And hide.
Found this underneath the bed.

She was dialing 911.

Yeah. Perp must have caught her
before she could hit send.

These are her fingernail
marks on the carpet.

Twisted freak dragged
her out by her ankles.

If we haven't found a body,
maybe Audrey's still alive.

Janos would have killed her
right away,

if that was his intention.

He took her for a reason.

Some kind of ransom?

Or leverage against the only
family member left... Nicole.

Hey, Cooper...

Sarge.

Listen, about before...

No, I, I deserved what I got.

I was a bit out of line.

Shaving my head
would've been out of line,

but what happened earlier,
that was just you

teaching me how to be better.

As long as I didn't
push you too hard.

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm much tougher than I look.

Truth is, you're
gonna be a great cop.

And that's more than
anyone ever said about me

when I was starting out.

Did you make as many mistakes as me?

Twice as many.

I was impulsive, I was arrogant,
I thought I knew everything.

Eh, you know,
some things never change.

All right, now take it easy,
rookie... but I want you

to keep doing what
you're doing, okay?

Mistakes and all.

'Cause that's the only way
you ever really learn.

As long as you promise
not to pull any punches

the next time I do drop the ball.

That's easy enough. Deal.

Hey, Sarge...
Yeah.

Me and some of the guys are
gonna go get couple beers,

and there's always room at the
table for one more screw-up.

I gotta head home.

Maybe next time.

Nicole Moore is back on the radar.

Two more Ferraris reported stolen

over the last four hours.

Two family members dead
and one missing,

and it's business aual?

Not exactly.

Both cars were taken by force

in plain sight of eyewitnesses
and surveillance cameras.

Her M.O. has completely changed.

Why is she so desperate to steal
these particular cars?

Hey, I just got off Skype
with a biotech firm in Denver.

They've been working on a wound powder,
it's designed specifically

to regrow skin that's
been damaged by burns,

but it's not for sale yet.

There are a hundred different ways

Janos could have gotten some.

I'm not sure if this helps,

but there's a pretty significant
list of side effects.

What kind of side effects?

Where do I start?

Shooting pain, bacterial
infection, light sensitivity.

Light sensitivity.

I never should have bought

such an expensive car.

I just let vanity get the best of me.

Sometimes ego clouds our perspective.

Especially when birthdays
start flying by.

We had him.

Nathan Purdue is Dominik Janos.

And now he knows we're onto him.

I spoke to the Bureau.

They've been investigating
Purdue for months.

It turns out his textile
import/export business is

a cover for a money-laundering
operation based in the Caymans.

Why the hell didn't they share
that information with us?

They didn't make the Janos connection

till we made it for them.

What about Purdue's background check?

It came out clean, because
on the surface it was.

He had ties to the community,
supports local charities.

He's been in New York
less than two years.

Coincides with the
sinking of his yacht.

So everyone thinks Janos is dead,

and he reinvents himself
as a successful businessman.

Allows him to hide in plain
sight while he's convalescing

from any injuries he might have
sustained in the fire.

Michelle and Nicole's biggest
mistake wasn't stealing a car,

it was stealing the wrong car.

Crossing Janos put
a target on their backs.

Janos could buy a hundred
sports cars if he wanted to.

Why would he risk exposing
his true identity

by going after this one?

What if it's not the car he wants,

but what's hidden inside?

Whatever it is, it must be worth it.

We gotta find it before he does.

To do that, we got to find
Nicole first.

Easier said than done.
One of the cars

that Nicole jacked earlier today

was fitted with
a vehicle recovery system.

15 minutes after the car was
stolen from here,

ACD activated the transreceiver

and the black-and-white
picked up the signal here.

They spotted her,
tried to pull her over.

Tried?

She ditched them in traffic

before the chopper got there.

Another unit picked up
the signal in Brooklyn,

but they lost it before
they could locate the car.

I mean, she could be
anywhere right now.

Where in Brooklyn?

Right here. Fourth and Union.

That's three blocks
from the coffee shop

where Audrey met her sisters.

They must have a garage nearby.

This is Mac Taylor.

I want every available
air and ground unit

equipped with a vehicle recovery
receiver routed

to Brooklyn right away.

If that car is still in the
area, we're gonna find it.

Clear!

Clear!
Clear!

Look upstairs!

All clear, Detective.

Nobody's here.

There's an apartment upstairs.

Must have been where
Nicole and Michelle were living.

VINs match.

This is Purdue's real stolen Ferrari.

At least some of it.

What if they dismantled
the car before

they knew who the owner was?

Then they find out Purdue is
Janos and that he wants it back?

Then it's too late.
Car's already been chopped.

It's a list of auto parts.

Most of them are crossed off.

She could be rebuilding his car
using original components.

As a trade for Audrey.

Exactly.

The second Janos gets that thing
back, he'll kill them both.

There are still a few pieces

not crossed off on this list.

The parts she's still after?

It's difficult to fence parts
from such high-end exotics.

The girls must have had a
network of black market dealers

that were working for them.

It would have been a fight for
her to get back the parts

that are still on
those dealers' shelves.

Damn near impossible
to retrieve the parts

that have already been sold.

She'd have to steal them back.

If we can find out
who bought those parts

and what cars
they've been installed on,

we've narrowed down her next target.

We just have to beat her to it.

Police! Do not move!
NYPD! Don't move!

It's over, Nicole!

You just killed my sister.

You're wasting time.

Audrey needs help now.

Nicole, we're gonna help
your sister, you have my word.

You need to calm down
and answer my questions.

Sit down.

Take a seat!

When did you learn that you'd
stolen from Dominik Janos?

The morning after.

We'd already chopped his car

and distributed the parts
to shops around town.

And Michelle wanted to run,

lay low for awhile...

...but I'd heard the ghost stories.

There's no hiding from that
monster, and it was too late

to give him back his 458,

so we decided to give him one
that looked just like it.

Our plan was for Michelle
to show him the car,

while I stayed hidden.

Something went wrong; I was
supposed to go for help.

I froze...

praying he would just drive away.

But, somehow, he knew we had
tried to trick him

Where is my car?

She couldn't tell him because
she didn't know.

It happened so fast.

There was nothing I could do.

I walked away.

And I waited...

a few minutes.

Then I ran.

And I should... I should've
done more, but...

I should've tried to help her.

If you had, you'd be dead now, too.

I knew it was just a matter of time

before he came after me, so I went

straight back to the garage,

and I waited,

and when my cell rang,
I knew it was him calling.

Only Michelle had my number.

He had her phone.
By then,

he'd already killed your father

and kidnapped Audrey.

He said I had 24 hours
to return his car...

his whole car...

with every original part,

or he'd kill her.

Where are you supposed to bring it?

He said he was gonna
call back with instructions,

but now...

Please... I chose this life, and
I'm prepared to answer for that,

but Audrey never asked to be
a part of this family business,

and now, because of me,
she could lose her life.

And, so, please...

...let me try and save her.

Let me bring that car back to Janos.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

West Side Highway
to Tenth Avenue.

There's an empty lot
under the bridge.

Do as he says.
We'll be close behind.

Stop, but leave
the engine running.

Get out and take 15 steps.

Keep your back to the car
at all times.

Your sister will be nearby.

Do as you're told.

Once I drive away,
you'll both be free to go.

Bitch!

What's the matter, Janos?

Look like you've seen a ghost.

You okay?

Never better.

- Get down on the ground!
- What about Audrey?

Still looking.

Hey, Mac! Jo!

Over here!

Tires feel warm.

Janos transferred powder
to three buttons...

the radio...

the thermostat,
and the hazard lights.

He installed a hidden trap.

Ah, forged passports,

credit cards, birth certificate...

everything Janos needs
to get out of the country.

FBI and Interpol would have
to start over at square one.

He found out the Feds were
onto the Purdue alias,

and knew his window for
escape was closing.

He needed a final disappearing act.

Well, that's why he had
everything in the car,

in case they searched
his office and apartment.

Must've been days away from running.

After the car was stolen,

he didn't have time to
get new documents.

That's why he was desperate
to get 'em back.

The uncatchable Dominik Janos

brought down by a family
of car thieves.

I always tell my kids the only reason

evil exists in the world

is so that good can triumph over it.

Well, if it didn't,
we'd be out of a job.

Sarge!

Glad you could make it out.

What the hell do you rookies
think you're doing?

Want to move over a little bit,

or I'm gonna let you stand?

I'm just kidding.
I'm joking.

It's good to see you, Sarge.