All language subtitles for CSI.M.s02e11

What are you doing, man?
Tell me.

Oh, listen up.
Pulling up to Jess' right now. So...

- What? You're where?
- I mean Jess's.

They escaped the whole thing braked up.
We could be here like crazy.

You're nut. I thought I was a loser.

What?

Dude's saying he can't come.

We're gonna wait.

- What? Are you there, man?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

- I'm still here.
- What's up?

Look, you know what?
I, I found something better to do.

I'm, I'll call you back later.

No. No, no, no. Come on,
don't leave me now. Come...

So unfair.

Teenager spotted him a few
blocks away with a telescope.

Do we know who our victim is?

Dr. Carlos garza.

None of the neighbors
knew his specialty,

though they did say gorgeous
women were in and out of the place.

Mm, gorgeous women,
and one of them smoked.

Suicides are filled with shame.

They commit the act in closets,

empty hotel rooms...

with the curtains drawn.

This one's out in the open.

Framed in picture glass.

I think somebody put
Dr. Garza on display.

And that somebody...

just got our attention.

MIAMI
2x11 Complications

Six inches above
the noose, please.

Yes, sir.

I just spoke to the Florida medical board.
Our victim, Carlos garza,

anesthesiologist.

Does it say where he practiced?

Winters beauty clinic.

Plastic surgery.

That explains the beautiful women.

Do we have a list of their clients?

It's being faxed to your office.

Okay, good.
Let's be thorough on this.

If this is what it looks
like a staged suicide.

that means it's a murder
and a cover-up.

You got it.

That's snug.

That's too tight for a do-it-yourselfer.

Suiciders usually leave the knot loose,
let gravity do the work.

And the rope's not weathered.

It's too clean, it hasn't been outside.

But I think I might know
where it came from.

That would means the killer
was familiar with the place,

knew it would be handy.

Could be a weapon of opportunity.

Got signs of a break-in.

Looks like the intruder
kicked the door in.

Left us some shoe leather.

Yeah, definitely an unwanted visitor.

Yeah, there's more trace down there.
Some sticky stuff.

The killer might have tracked it in.
I'll, uh,

see if it got anywhere else.

Alexx. / Horatio.

Do we have a cause of death yet?

Congested face, petechiae.

Cause is definitely asphyxiation,

but the mode is definitely not suicide.

Dual ligature marks.

One set typical of hanging,

the other is on a horizontal
plane against the larynx.

But can you get both
from just the hanging?

He was strangled, then dangled.

Okay, what about
skin cells on the rope?

Eric's into it.

Did find scattered fibers in his hair,

on his limbs, his clothes.
Sent samples to trace.

And this...

Silicone gel.

Found a small amount on his thigh.

Is it possible that he was
taking his work home with him?

Well,

the gel is used topically to prevent
scarring after liposuction, but...

this guy isn't exactly
a candidate for that procedure.

Okay, but hang on,

maybe one of his patients was.

Roxanne price was scheduled
for a liposuction two days ago.

You may want to sit down, miss Price.

Standing promotes circulation
after liposuction, doesn't it?

How, how did you know?

Oh, my god. Carlos.

We found him hanging from the
loft in his apartment.

The second photo shows some gel..

on his thigh.

Dr. Garza was the anesthesiologist during
your procedure two days ago, wasn't he?

He's there for all my work.

Can you explain the gel?

It must've rubbed off.

During sex.

You were with him this morning?

Last night. I...

reapplied the gel when I woke up,

and he was ready to go again.

He's good to his patients, isn't he?

Poor guy's had it tough
the last couple of days.

It was the least I could do.

How do you mean, "tough" exactly?

He had a patient die on him last week.

I just can't believe he'd kill himself.

Neither can we.

Matches your color lipstick.

Is that your brand?

Yeah.

What... what does that have
to do with anything?

Well, we're not exactly sure yet,

but here's what I want you to do.
Leave your cell phone on, okay?

Are you tied up?

Cute.

Did somebody beat me to it?

How about the entire day shift.

So what's the rope made out of?

Twisted seagrass.

Any epithelials?

I'm, uh, I'm going
to swab the rope now

where we think he was strangled,
check for DNA.

That makes good sense.
The hands of the killer...

and what about the knots?

Are they specific to any sort of
particular occupation?

Occupation, pastime.
They're nautical.

They're called bowline knots.

They're, uh, used for tying
off boats and stuff.

I see them a lot when
I'm out on the water.

I was hoping that you
were going to say that.

Why is that? / Horatio just found out
that our vic had a patient

who died on the
table a week ago.

Sara foster.
She's survived by a husband,

and guess where he works?

Excuse me, Mr. Foster,

Do you mind if we ask you
a couple of questions?

I'm working. Can this wait?

Well, not really. We, uh,

we need to know
if you recognize this man here.

Too bad.

You don't seem to be
too broken up about it.

Well, it's not going
to bring my wife back.

Well, we realize that, Mr. Foster,
but you have to understand,

it's our job to find out
who murdered Dr. Garza.

It's not an easy task, is it?

finding somebody who's going to
take responsibility for their actions?

So why come to me?

'Cause you have motive.

'Cause my wife went in
to Dr. Winters beauty clinic

for a routing operation
and didn't come out?

And so you blame Dr. Garza,
the anesthesiologist?

Not just him.

the whole clinic.

How long have you been
working here, Mr. Foster?

A little over a year.

Why?

Well, I notice you tie a nice knot.

So?

- Look at his shoes.
- I'm good at my job.

We're going to need
you to come in with us.

Based on the scuffs that we
found on Dr. Garza's front door,

we know you were at his condo...

And now we want to know why.

Sara got silicone implants...

for our wedding five years ago.

I told her I loved her
just the way she was, but

she wanted them anyway.

Her friend swears that
the new ones are better,

so she decided to trade up.

At the winters beauty clinic.

She was in there two hours.

Winters comes out and
tells me she's gone.

Gone, just like that,
after routine surgery.

They killed my wife, and they
didn't even come to her funeral.

- So you went to talk to Winters?
- Tried.

He's on fisher island.
Place has a moat...

so I went to Garza.

Don't try to ignore me!
I can hear you in there!

And you know what I saw?

A scared little man...

without the nurses and
the stethoscope, just saying,

"please, don't hurt me,
don't hurt me. "

I left.

Didn't even touch him.

Well, if you want to eliminate
yourself as a suspect,

I would suggest you
give us a DNA sample.

If you promise me you'll find
out exactly how they killed my wife.

There is no evidence of foul
play in your wife's autopsy.

Autopsy?

By another doctor?

They cover for each other.
Don't you get it?

How about if I could get our M.E.

to take another look?
How would that be?

I've reviewed the paperwork
on Sara foster's autopsy.

Cause of death?

Cardiac arrest brought on
by hemorrhagic shock.

Should we be investigating this, Alexx?

Well, the M.E. who did
the post didn't think so.

What do you think?

The M.E. Is a good man, Horatio,

but I think he might
have missed something.

So did Sara's husband.

Report gives us the cause
but not the reason.

We don't know why Sara foster
went into hemorrhagic shock.

What about surgical error?

Can't rule it out.

There's also the issue of what action
the clinic took once she went into shock.

Protocol for arrhythmia is
to hang a bag of epinephrine,

introduce it via an IV.

Now, for some reason, they
ignored the IV already in her hand,

injecting it straight into her heart.

Medical misadventure for sure.

Misadventure? Are we
talking about homicide?

Well, I need to look at the body
myself before I can say that.

Okay, so we need to exhume Sara.

Well...

That's going to take a court order,

and no judge is going to give you one
of those without corroborating evidence.

Well, we better find some.

I have no idea
who would hurt Dr. Garza.

Dr. Winters, I am
actually more interested

in who caused Sara foster's death.

Well, there was an autopsy,
and the clinic wasn't at fault.

What about Carlos garza?
Is he to blame for Sara's arrhythmia?

I'd rather not speak ill of the dead.

Then why don't you speak
on behalf of your clinic?

Carlos was a licensed
anesthesiologist.

He was highly regarded.

I guess what I'm asking you
is do you think was he at fault?

You've never made
a mistake, lieutenant?

Not one I was forced to bury.

Okay. We keep a computerized
log of every procedure.

Now, after Sara's death,

Carlos suggested
that we...

erase the record,

and I refused.

Unfortunately, doctor-patient
confidentiality prevents me from

showing you anything
without a warrant.

Oh, here you go.

Be careful. The ink's still wet.

Debbie...

Yes, doctor? / Could you pull up
Sara poster's case records, please?

And also the EKG data
collected during the operation.

Everything.

Yes, sir. / Thank you.

Oh, you have nice, uh,

nice bone structure.

Perfect symmetry.

And it didn't cost me a penny.

Those fibers we found
all over the guy's body

were the same length.

Same length, same source.

What kind are they?

Wool.

Had an asymmetrical loop pattern.

It's the kind they use
to make persian rugs.

Speed...

imagine you're a doctor,
and you got this hot crib.

Lot of ladies coming by,

and then you go ahead and you
put these grandma rugs in here?

What are you thinking?

Well...

just because you have a degree in
medicine doesn't mean you have taste.

Besides, from the sounds of it, the
guy was doing pretty okay for himself.

I mean, he could've done
a little better, you know?

A little shag, bearskin, something
like that. You know what I mean?

Here we go.

Dr. Carlos garza?

He doesn't live here anymore.

- Where does he live?
- He doesn't.

- You got some for him?
- And you'd be...?

I'm on the job.
He was murdered here yesterday.

Guess that explains the tape.

I was attempting to serve him.

Civil suit.

Came around yesterday,
but he wasn't here.

Really? What time?

5:00.

I knocked,
but there was no answer.

He was going to be
deposed tomorrow.

Who's bringing the civil suit?

A Brad foster.

Wrongful death of spouse.

Sara foster's medical history.

Implants five years ago.

Ovarian cysts removed, Benign.

And then, of course, the failed
implant switch last week.

Let's pull up the data collected
during the surgery.

Okay...

Blood pressure, heart rate,

pulse oximetry

all stable up to this point.

Whoa, I can't translate it.
That's got to be bad.

Onset of arrhythmia.

Any second now we'll
see the epinephrine hit.

It doesn't hit.

Can you fast forward?

Far enough. / There's the
spike in the EKG right there.

Monitor puts the first indication
of a problem at 11:03,

but the epinephrine didn't reach
the heart till 11:08.

Five minutes, and
nobody did anything?

That's a long time.

Looks like we got our exhumation.

I was expecting worse.

Embalming helps the family,

but it doesn't help me.

Eyelids and lips are glued together,
and that's just for starters.

So sorry, sweetie.
No one deserves to be here twice.

Did you find anything?

Oh, yeah.

Body's always the best witness.

Found traces of silicone.

So the implant was leaking.

Into her chest cavity.

They had to scrape out every last drop.

Cleaning led to an oozing,

and that kind of bleeding can
get away from you.

That's why she went
into hemorrhagic shock.

And that's when the arrhythmia began.

All they had to do was add
epinephrine to the IV in her hand.

- But why didn't they do that?
- They did,

but the IV was infiltrated,
missed the vein.

The epinephrine flooded
the surrounding tissues...

No one noticed what was taking effect.

It choked vein in her hand.

Leading to complete
capillary constriction,

never making it
anywhere near her heart.

So that's when they went to plan B.

IV doesn't work, you go direct.

Uma thurman, pulp fiction.

Epinephrine injection
straight to the heart.

Heart goes from zero to a
hundred in less than a second.

Which the heart fought.

and lost.

Alexx, let me ask you something.

Who's normally responsible
for the placement of the IV?

Is it the surgeon? / No.

It's the surgical nurse.

Tried to save her life,

and you're accusing
me of killing her?

Well, your intent was to save Sara,

but yes, your actions ended
up resulting in her death.

The IV slipped out.
The shot didn't work.

Well, I wasn't the one
who nicked her implant, okay?

That's what started this whole thing.

Are you saying that
Dr. Winters did this?

Look, we all work as a team.

There could be eight hands
on a body at any one time.

But only one holds the scalpel.

It's called complications.

There are risks in any medical
procedure, and I tell all my patients that.

Well, it wasn't just Garza

who was named in the civil action.

Talk about complications.

Sara's husband is suing everybody
down at the clinic, including you.

Were you concerned about what
Garza might say in his deposition?

We're doctors. We get sued all the time.

- It's the way of the world.
- So you didn't go to Garza's condo

- and motivate him to toe the party line?
- No, I didn't leave the clinic all afternoon.

I was with a patient. / Okay.
We'll need the name of that person.

- Fine. Go check the books.
- We will do that, Keith.

That's "doctor," lieutenant.

Maybe not for long.

Ms. Price, we believe that Dr. Winters

was involved in the
murder of Carlos garza.

Dr. Winters?

That's correct.

Dr. Winters. And...

Dr. Winters says

that he was with you while
it happened. Now, is that true?

Well, I did have an appointment
with him yesterday about 3:00.

Just you and Winters?

- For about hour, hour and a half.
- Hour and a half.

That's quite a long follow-up.

It wasn't a follow-up.

I was in for, uh,

botox forehead and eyes.

So soon after surgery?

I guess I'm a bit of an addict.

Just want to be the perfect woman.

Or the perfect alibi.

You shouldn't be frowning.

Why? What's... what do you mean?

Well, if you just recently
received botox injections,

the muscles in your face
should still be paralyzed,

shouldn't they?

Would you like to change
your story now, Ms. Price?

I'll take that as a no.

Hey, you got my results?

They're processed.

Should be spitting out of
the printer any sec.

Cool.

Valera, you ever wonder why, uh,

people are so scared of getting old?

What do you mean?

Plastic surgery clinics
on every corner.

People spending every dime they have
to look like something they're not.

Well, to each his own.

Me,

I'd rather upgrade my computer.

The thing is, though, you got
to know when to stop,

you know what I mean? I remember
Speed had this girlfriend a while back and

she looked like she stood
in a wind tunnel. / What?

Yeah, a face like...

oh, yeah, like a perpetual
state of surprise.

Yeah, exactly.

Here's the results on the hair.

What about the murder weapon?

What murder weapon?

The epithelials on the rope I gave you.

I never got those swabs.

What are you talking about?
I booked it four hours ago.

Well, you may have ordered them up,

but they were never delivered.

But I have some good news.

The hair in the victim's belt
matches the husband.

So, he was there.

Yeah.

Look, we found an ancillary hair probably
from an arm, lodged in Dr. Garza's belt,

and, uh...

it's yours.

I didn't kill him.

Then how do you explain
your hair on the victim?

I was there after he died.

This morning, you said
you were there before he died.

Now you're saying after. Which is it?

He was already dead when I got there.

My gut reaction was to try to
help him, so I tried to get him down.

But he was dead weight.

Why didn't you try to
untie him from the railing?

I was about to...

then someone came to the door,
scared the hell out of me.

it was some guy in a suit.

- He looked official.
- Why didn't you let him in?

Well, I didn't think
it would look too good.

Well, Brad, I have to tell you,
it doesn't look so good right now.

What?

I scanned them through the computer.
They're supposed to be in box 54.

They aren't there, Paula.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

I want you to do a box-to-box
search until you find them, okay?

Those epithelials are from the rope..

our murder weapon.
If those get lost...

I'll find them, I promise.

Look, nothing's been compromised.
Everything is secure.

All right. Good.
Can you double-time it for me?

I'm on it.

Hey, Glenn.

I need to talk to you.

I'm a little busy at the moment.

Tanking someone else's career?

What? / Sara foster's case.

Horatio caine.

How could you question my protocol
without even talking to me?

Hey,

CSI asks for an opinion, I give it.

And for your information, I covered
your ass on that autopsy.

Yeah, right. /32-year-old girl dies
and you sign off on cardiac arrest?

Please.

Three posts a day.

- I'd like to see you work my case load.
- Well, maybe that's your problem, Glenn.

What is? / Less volume and
more quality time on each post,

and we wouldn't need a backhoe to
figure out what happened to this girl.

I got two ex-wives and three kids.

How do you suggest I make those
monthly payments on a straight salary?

Well, I suggest, Glenn,

you worry less about alimony
and more about the victim.

But, hey,

that's just me.

Hey,

remember that sticky stuff
we found all over the condo?

Take a look at it.

Was it sap?

Close.

It's honeydew.

It's what sap becomes when it's
ingested and excreted by aphids.

Could these aphids be found
on brazilian pepper trees?

Yeah, but they're not indigenous to miami.

Only high-end landscapers bring them in.

Including the one at Dr. Winters' clinic.

That's a nice car.
You must have to wash it all the time.

Oh, I got people for that.

What can I do for you?

Well, you see this sap all around.
it's called honeydew.

Really?

Thanks for the nature lesson.

Well, it's very specific
to this kind of tree,

and this is the only place
that it hangs over.

You know what?

I like the shade.

The interesting thing is, we found
this stuff all over Dr. Garza's apartment,

which puts you at his place.

I have an alibi,

remember?

I do, Dr. Winters, and Horatio caine
is talking to her right now.

Good.

I don't have anything to hide.

Then you won't mind
giving me a DNA sample.

Dr. Winters' billing records
for your account.

A generous man.

Your last three procedures
were taken off.

So, that was the deal.

You were his alibi in exchange
for free plastic surgery, right?

More like a little white lie
in exchange for eternal youth.

- Eternal youth?
- He promised me unlimited visits.

You know what that's worth?

Cosmetic procedures are elective.
Insurance doesn't cover any of it.

So, you slept with one doctor,

and you faked an alibi
to protect another.

You have to understand.
Those doctors made me what I am.

Well, I can assure you of one thing.
Whatever that bill says,

you're still going to pay the price.

Got a minute?

- Do you want me to pick up Dr. Winters?
- No, I would hold off.

Why? We just blew his alibi wide open.

You give somebody enough rope,
they might hang themselves.

Eric,

took some doing,
but I found your evidence.

Oh, that's great.
Where was it?

Envelope got stuck to another bag.

In transmittal. Drug bust
from night shift.

Cool. Was my stuff compromised?

Nope.

Skin cells?

From the rope.

Speed,

the fibers from Garza's body?

Looking at the rug
in question right now.

Okay.

Is this the one?

Yeah, this rug was
upstairs in the loft.

Killer strangled him, he fell on it
before he got tossed over.

Where were the fibers located?

In his hair,

all over his clothing,

- front and back.
- What does that tell you?

It tells me that, uh,

he fell pretty hard on the rug.

Or not at all.

Maybe...

maybe he was rolled onto it.

So someone took Garza
for a ride to the railing.

Why not just carry him?

Occupational habit.

H?

Yes, sir.

Finally got the results from
the epithelials on the rope.

And?

Well, no, uh, hits in
any database, so no id,

but we did get one thing.

Amelogenin?

X, X.

That...

that certainly narrows the field.

Could we have a moment
of your time, please?

I've got a patient waiting.

A real patient, or

one to fake as an alibi?

Roxanne told us.

Okay, look, uh,

I went to Carlos' place
the day he died.

So did Debbie.

Didn't you, Debbie?

Well, we were all being sued.

We didn't want him to cave.

Carlos, come on,
get with the program.

We have insurance for a reason.

I'm sick of hiding behind it.

I'm going to tell the truth.

No, all you're going to do
is take us down.

Maybe we deserve it.

Complications?

This was more than that.

You'll bring the clinic down.

Let's go, Debbie.

It's getting us nowhere.

We didn't kill anyone.

So, you don't know what happened
after you left, do you?

No, but I'm sure you're going to tell us.

Debbie went back.

Can't you leave well enough alone?

What?

No, that's completely...

We managed to recover some
skin cells on the murder rope,

and they have female DNA.
Now, we are here to take samples

from the other employees
here at the clinic,

but what I'd rather do, Debbie,

is start with you.

How would that be?

Things aren't well,

Are they, Carlos?

Don't be so dramatic.

Now leave, you bitch.

You knew you had to dress it up,

make it look like his conscience
truly got the best of him.

And with your nurse's training,
you were able to move the bodies

from surface to surface, effortlessly.

Right, Debbie?

Slid him across the floor,

fashioned a noose.

And tossed him over.

Then walked away from your
second dead body in a week.

Well,

you're wrong about why.

He told me that he would
stop sleeping with our patients.

Promised.

I saw the cigarette.

You'll bring the clinic down.

Let's go, Debbie.

You and Carlos?

If you weren't such
a self-obsessed M.D.,

You would be able to see
that there was a relationship

going on right under your nose.

How long did it go on?

A year.

I got left behind with the
sutures and the cleanup.

Carlos would go home with the

girls that I helped make beautiful.

No.

Debbie,

you are about to find out

that there are far worse things

than getting left behind.

Alexx?

Hey.

We got the nurse for
Dr. Garza's murder.

That's great.

But it's got nothing to
do with Sara foster.

Are you still working on the case?

Waded through a week's worth
of biohazard waste from the clinic.

- Found this.
- Is that Sara's implant?

Matched the serial number
to her medical records.

Nurse claimed Dr. Winters
nicked it during surgery.

Well, we all know how reliable she is.

Exactly.

I think this one's ruptured.

If the scalpel had cut it,
it wouldn't have been this jagged.

What kind of force are you talking about?

I got an exact match
of Sara foster's implant,

and that's what this servo-hydraulic
fatigue tester's going to tell us.

We have this in our budget?

Called in a favor.
Kent brought it in.

Taking the steps monroe wouldn't.

This baby tests everything
from jet metal to artificial veins.

The compression platens measure
the psi up to its burst pressure.

It just broke.

At 240 psi.
That's from trauma.

Horatio is going to love this.

Brad.

Tell me you got good news.

Tell me you arrested Winters.

I think you should drop your civil suit.

Are you kidding me?

I knew you guys would close ranks.

Is that what this is? You just got some system
designed to protect each other, don't you?

Has your wife ever been
in a car accident?

What?

No.

Okay. Did you ever hit her?

Never.

Here's why I asked.

The M.E. Said that your wife's implant
was ruptured by an exertion of pressure

that exceeded 240 pounds
per square inch.

You mean before the surgery?

I...

Oh, no.

Talk to me, Brad.

I was always trying to get Sara
to go sailing with me.

And she always said no.

She was so scared of the water.

And I kept pushing it.

Coming about.

Sara?

Baby, are you okay?
I'm so sorry.

That's okay. I'm, I'm fine.

it's fine.

She wasn't fine, was she?

The M.E. calls it a precipitating event.

I'm as guilty as they are.

It was your accident, their oversight,

and neither requires an arrest.

I kept asking you to find the truth,

but I never thought that...

Brad,

listen to me.

That's why they call it an accident.

Alexx.

I did some thinking about what you said,
me tripling up on shifts, and...

You did, huh?

Yeah. You made me realize maybe I
stretched myself a little too thin.

You doing anything tonight?

Why?

The brass thinks you should
relieve some of my burden.

Your burden?

Well, you call it overtime,
the brass calls it a burden.

After you got done
talking to them, right?

Whatever.

Point is stabbing victim.

60-odd puncture wounds. / What?

- All yours.
- That's at least a seven-hour post.

Aim for six.
P.D. wants a COD. by sun-up.

Don't do anything I
wouldn't do, all right?