All language subtitles for CSI.M.s02e24

Kyle, come on.

- Once is enough.
- One more time.

You might like it.

Ah, come on baby,
it won't take that long.

Wait, wait.

What is that?

- It's your phone, let it ring.
- No, no, I turned mine off.

Stop!

Oh my God.

Oh my God, oh my god!

Are you all right?

Yeah, just can't believe
she was lying there the whole time.

Did you touch anything
else besides the cellphone?

No way, we were freaked.
We called 911 the moment we saw her.

Yeah, on my cell. / Good.

Would you mind sticking around,
so I can get a complete statement?

Yeah sure, whatever you need.

Thank you.

You got an ID?

Waiting on Alexx
to check her effects.

Caucasian, early twenties,
no handbag.

Significant impressions
around her body though,

she might have been dumped.

Those two find her?

Yes, college kids
from uh, Florida U.

They heard a cell phone ring.

So I'm gonna look
into who made that call.

May tell us who she is. / We may
have been beaten to the punch.

Ten uniforms at a crime scene,
that seems excessive.

Excuse me.

We're gonna have
to block up another twenty.

Lieutenant.

We have a VIP situation here.

She's, uh, actually
an actress lieutenant.

What's her name?

Ashley Anders,
she does pay-per-view, dvds.

Responding officers
recognized her from her films.

So she does adult films.

Yes sir, she's a porn star.

She's also,

somebody's daughter,

and that,

is what we focus on.

MIAMI
2x24 Innocent

Something in her hair Alexx.

Sticky substance.

Doesn't look like a biological.

All right, I'll get it to trace.

In the mean time
we've got keys, an mp3 player,

and twenty dollars
that we found in her pocket.

So I guess that rules out robbery.

I think this rules out robbery.
Hand marks on her neck.

Petechial hemorrhage.

She was strangled.

Looking that way.

So the killer was up close and
personal, may be someone she knew.

More than likely.

The thing is, a lot of
people knew Ashley Anders.

She had one of the top-selling
dvds in the adult market.

I've heard.

Well if this was a sex crime,
something doesn't add up.

Vic is fully clothed.

- May be they redressed her.
- Then they're good honey.

No bunching.
It's tough to redress deadweight.

I'll know more at the post.

Hey. / Hi.

Get anything?

Well, our victim's
family lives in Minnesota,

- still trying to track them down.
- What about an employer?

Palm Grove industries, she's
made over a hundred films for them.

Palm Grove industires?

It's one of the biggest corporations in the state.
That's the David Jeffers family right?

Well, must be why she's being paid by
subsidiary company called Fallen films.

Fallen films,

Ok. / Oh, and

Horatio. / Yeah.

If this case goes into Friday,

um, I'll have Hagan fill in for me.

- Is that all right?
- You ok?

Oh yeah, I just um,

have plans for the weekend.

Um, no it's fine.

Ok good. / Sure.

Thanks. / Yeah.

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Make up off, she looks
like the girl next door.

Physical findings?

No vaginal injuries,
I collected a kit.

Doesn't appear to
be any biological fluids.

COD, Alexx?

Asphyxiation caused
by manual strangulation.

Killer on top, used both hands.

- You scraped under her finger nails?
- I sent the scrapings to trace.

Okay, time of death.

Rigor mortis puts the time of
death about ten to twelve hours ago,

but I may be able to tell you
where she was couple of hours before.

Stomach contents.

Look what's at the bottom.

Looks like caviar.

I'm guessing Russian.

200 bucks a spoon-full?

She was at a party
or a club of some kind.

Okay, I'll have Yelina take a look.
Thank you Alexx.

Hey, What's this about?
The evidence hasn't been logged yet.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Dad I've gotta go.

The Savannah, I'll
see you there, I promise.

Trace said you had the finger
nail scrapings from our porn girl.

It's in here somewhere.

You ever seen any
Ashley Anders movies?

Me? No.
Where would I see'em?

Oh, clubs, parties, you know, out.

No, I don't think you and I are going
to the same places Valera.

Porns that do martini.

No one's hiding their vices anymore.

Here it is.

Blood and tissue under our
victim's nails is from a David Jeffers.

Palm Grove's David Jeffers?

He's the CEO that
distributes Ashley's movies.

I know. Ran
Mr. Upstanding through CODIS.

He's in the system for a stat
rape back in grad school.

Ah, that makes him
a registered sex offender.

I wonder if it took place in a park.

Matter of fact it did.
Biscayne.

Mr. Jeffers, this is about
one of your employees, Ashley Anders.

She was murdered last night.

that's terrible, but I don't
know anything about this girl.

My client owns
a conglomerate of businesses,

one of which happens
to distribute adult titles.

It's assuming a lot to think he knows
each employee personally.

Oh, CSIs never assume.

We found your DNA under
the dead girl's finger nails, Mr. Jeffers.

So, what happened? Did things get
a little rough after the party last night?

A party?

I checked your security log.

Very informative.

Ashley attended your
party at this very office, last night.

She had champagne,
caviar and got strangled.

So, you two wanna step outside
while we execute the warrant?

It'll be my pleasure to escort you.
Gentlemen.

A meeting with your client Mr. Galas.

A 3000...

They said the jet'll be refueled by

Relax David, we don't have to panic.

Don't tell me not to panic.

That bitch screwed us.
It's under control.

The hell it is.

Take care of the Ashley
situation or it's your ass.

That was a business discussion.

It's protected
by attorney-client privilege.

A judge may not see it that way,

- in a murder case.
- I didn't murder anyone.

You don't have to say anything David.

I've got nothing to hide.

You were with Ashley
last night weren't you?

I was entertaining some clients and

I decided to invites some girls to come
on over you know, to spice up the party.

Ashley decided she wanted to leave.

I told her I sign your movies,
you'd better damn well sell my clients.

- I'm sick of this. - You're not going anywhere.

- I can't do this anymore.
- You leave when I say.

- You can't stop me.
- The heck I can't.

She scratched my neck, she left,
that's all that happened.

My client is a prominent businessman
with strong ties to the community.

He has a family and three little girls.

Will they be appearing in your
films Mr. Jeffers when they grow up?

Just out of curiosity.

These actresses have free will.

Besides, it's not like we do gonzo porn,
we have story lines, we have plots.

You are a regular Paddy Chayefsky

- Are you arresting my client?
- Not at present.

Take care of this Ashley
business or it's your ass

Relax David,
we don't have to panic.

Eric, what happened?

Made a spill,
concentrated hydrochloric acid.

What did we lose?

Jeffer's answering machine tape.

I was duping it for the courts,

and the concentrated HCL fumes

ruined the Ferric oxide powder that
coats the tape's polliment back.

So the tape is spoiled.
Is it salvageable?

Lietenant Caine,

do you really think the CSI responsible for destorying
the original evidence should be assigned to the case?

I don't remember
asking your opinion Rick.

Well the commander suggested
I may be should check into this.

Find out how
this accident occurred,

and which employee may be involved
in undermining a major murder investigation,

not to mention compromising
countless other cases.

It is uh, Delko right?

Eric would you give
us a minute please?

Sure H.

H, see that could be interpreted
as a lack of respect for a superior.

You know I am willing
to take that chance.

So as his superior,
did Delko screw up?

No, if anybody did, I did.

You did, ha, you weren't
even in the building at that time.

Yelina said you were at the PD.

My lab, my oversight.

You cover up a lot of
people's screw ups don't ya?

Delko and evidence,
your brother and that girl.

What was her name, Susy right?

Rick, that is a private matter.

You see, I see a pattern of you withholding
critical information and I've opened a file on you.

Walk away.

You ran an outside
DNA check through our lab.

That sample was related to the case.

Yes, but that makes
it department business.

And by the way, Susy right?

Her kid, little Madison,

it's your brother's kid.

How long are you
gonna hide that from Yelina?

Rick, this is...

an unwise course
of action for you.

That a threat?

Just remember what I said.

And another criminalist
will be doing this investigation.

You better find more
evidence on Jeffers.

Blonda Palousa?

28 Lays later?

She's gotta have her
own aisle at the video store.

Yeah, Valera says she's famous.

Well, Valera would know,
wouldn't she?

Hey did you see that
dog bowl in the kitchen?

Yeah, but no dog.

I'll check the local kennels.

Did you clear this side? / Yeah.

I've got semen on the bed.

Hmm, she is a porno star.

Yeah, but the apartment manager says
she never brings guys back to her place.

What about fans?

Oh good, fan mail.

Yeah, they're all
addressed to Ashley Anders,

care Fallen films.

I guess someone
figured out where she lived.

Okay. I'll tell you what.

I will process the letters
if you do the films.

This is her most recent film.

Well, anything that sheds some
light on who this girl might have been.

Well then forget the films. DVD extras,

these discs are backed
with them. Here's one.

Oops.

I think I saw something
on the setup menu.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Ashley Anders.
And this is all about me.

I like chocolate and poetry,

and long walks on the beach.

I love men who can make me laugh,
and I hate mean people.

Okay, Let's see.
Here is another one.

So here I am walking
my dog Rufus, like I do everyday.

- Wait a second, freeze that.
- it's one of my favorite things

Looks like South Point Park right?

Yeah, where she was killed?

Well, you gotta be
local to recognize that.

Ashley's fanmail from within
a hundred mile radius of from Miami.

And these are the ones postmarked
closest to South Point Park.

I have twelve out of thirty
letters here from the same perv.

Single-spaced, teeny writing.

I think we've got our stalker.
His name's Ned Ostroff.

You think he licks his envelopes?

I dunno, let's ask him.

Well, you can ask him cuz I've gotta
go to the park and look for Ashley's dog.

There's chance it was with herwhen she was attacked.

See you later.

DNA from the fan mail matches the
semen contribution from Ashley's bed.

Contribution was neat.

Thanks Valera. / Sure.

What does that mean?

That means that we have DNA proof you
were in Ashley Ander's apartment on her bed.

It's ridiculous.

I don't even know her.

Well, that much I do believe.

Neat contribution means
there was no mixture of fluids.

You were by yourself.

I just,

needed to be close to her.

You worked in the mailroom
at Palm Grove Industries.

Wasn't that close enough?

I did a search in human resources.

- They confirmed your employment.
- Closest I got was boxing her DVDs.

Shipping them.

And introducing yourself to Mr. Jeffers.

Human resources told us
that you had to be fired after that Ned.

You've got a little bit of
a stalker personality, don't ya?

Did Jeffers give you
a chance to redeem yourself?

What?

We have a recording of what appears
to be a plan to end Ashley Ander's life.

Did Mr. Jeffers or his lawyer talk
you into breaking into her apartment?

I don't even know
what you're talking about.

Excuse me.

Horatio thought you should see this.

Had to wait for the
bruising to come up.

Count the fingers.

Not including the thumbs,

four on the left, three on the right.

Nine-fingered man.

Birth defect or injury?

Well I've got all ten.

Can I go now?

First, let's see if you've had
one of those fingers injured.

We'll need your hand print please.

If I say yes,

can I see her body?

Just to say goodbye.

One more time.

We will make every
effort to see that happen.

Roll your right sleeve please.

Down on the paper.

Here's Ned's hand.

And here's the killer.

- No match.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, interdigital span's too short.

If they put someone up
to strangle Ashley, it wasn't Ned.

Why don't we test
Jeffers or his lawyer?

Yeah, I'm working on a warrant.

Okay.

I'll let Horatio know about old Ned.

Got a hit on Tim Speedle, Eric Delko,

you too lieutenant.

Unidentifieds please.

- Yes, one.
- Horatio, this is my investigation,

Joseph, are the prints in the system?

Carl Mercer.

Carl Mercer's one of our trustees.

- Jail trustee?
- That's correct.

The county uses
them as cheap labor.

You have an inmate
working in your lab?

Based on the latest run of
budget cuts, I do, that's correct.

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm the guy
you're trying to get fired.

I don't know what you're talking about.
I just empty the trash.

Really?

Let me see your forearms Carl.

Come on Carl, the forearms.

Carl.

There it is, HCL.

Hydrochloric acid written there by you
to remember which acid to spill in my lab.

This dude shows up at my wife's.

Talked like a lawyer,

she's never seen him before but
somehow he knows I'm in for another D&D.

Offered to front the bail.

And all you had to do was
spill acid in the lab, right?

I hope your wife got money
for your new charges.

No, I just spilled some stuff.

That's an attempt to destroy
evidence in a murder investigation.

Carl, do not feel bad.

You were played by somebody who
understands the system better than you do

and here's the other good news.

You're not,

alone.

H, I'll be in the layout room.

Okay Eric.

I suppose I owe you an apology.

The man you need to apologize to Rick.

just left the room.

Thank you Carl.

Very cagey Counselor.

Always happy to take a compliment,

even when I don't know
why it's been given.

How about bribing a trustee
to destroy evidence?

How about that one?

And knowing that the one thing
HCl fumes could destroy was tape.

You must've got an A in chemistry.

Are you telling me,

you lost the evidence
you thought you had on my client?

No, not quite.

We actually made dupes for the
prosecutor and for the defense.

Without the originals
you can't prove authenticity.

I can argue that the copied tapes
could have been altered.

Speaking of authenticity, have a listen.

It's under control.
The hell it is.

Take care of the Ashley
situation or it's your ass.

Now the state's attorney
is going to hear that,

and as you planning Ashley's murder.

Not so.

Really? Excuse me.

Yeah. / Just hung up
with the trustee's wife.

She denies the whole thing.

- Interesting.
- She won't make a statement,

implicating our lawyer friend here.

Okay, good to know.
Thank you.

Well Counselor, you just got lucky.

The trustee's wife

is too afraid to come forward.

Don't you hate it when
the truth doesn't suit you?

Not yet it doesn't,

not yet.

Rufus.

Rufus.

Rufus.

Rufus!

Hey excuse me miss.

Are we after the same thing?

Not today, all right?

Just not today.

Rufus.

No, it's Ashley's dog right?

I'm with the CSI Miami-Dade.

We think the dog was with
her the night she was killed.

Ash and I are best friends.

Were.

- We work together.
- You're in the...

I work adult.

Soon as I heard,
I went to Ash's place,

I noticed the dog was gone. / Dude,

I told you it was her.

Coquey Divine,
you're that chick in the pornos.

Oh no, you guys have me
confused with somebody else.

No way. You're her.

I'd recognize that tail anywhere.

- Why don't you guys take a walk.
- What are you, her boyfriend?

- You lucky man!
- Yeah buddy, hey hey

how about you
let us tap some of that.

I'm serious, get out of here.

Yeah, why don't
I kick your ass instead.

How about I arrest you,

for harassing this young lady and
interfering with a murder investigation,

how about that?

No problem here.
We didn't mean anything, sir.

I'm... I'm sorry officer.

Get lost.

Can I have your job?

I got into the wrong business.

Hey, is that him?

Rufus, hey.

No, don't do that.

He's evidence.

He's been alone for a day.

He's pretty brambled up.

Oh, poor boy.

His ribs are sore.

Tough old guy.

The killer might have kicked him.

Meaning?

Well, maybe Rufus here,

gave him a reason to.

You hold his mouth open?

You got any floss?

Are you kidding?

No.

Let's hope that...

he bit the guy.

Horatio?

Yeah.

David Jeffers has a history of
hooking up with young girls, doesn't he?

How old is this victim?
How old do you think she is?

Ashley's real name is
Kathleen Sosenko.

ID puts her 21.

So does the birth certificate
we got from Jeffers' office.

Let's check, okay?

Wisdom teeth don't lie.

Third molars haven't grown in yet.

Haven't even started.

Don't your wisdom teeth erupt
when you're 18 years old?

Yeah, they're last to erupt.

The molars are five centimeters
below the gum surface.

She's 18 tops.

Okay.

So, she's been appearing in films
3 years which mean she started at 15.

And that is what David Jeffers is hiding

Hey. / Hey.

- What did you get?
- Found the girl's dog,

human flesh was in his teeth.

What's the bad news? / Doesn't
match Jeffers' or his lawyer's.

What do we do now?

Go back to the park and
we take up our surveilance again.

There are no camera
stations in the park.

But that doesn't mean
she's not being watched.

Why am I back here?

You're gonna help us, Ned.

I already told you,
I didn't do it.

Well, first of all,

everybody tells us they didn't do it.

And second of all, we already
know the things you've done.

And you know
everything that Ashley did.

You're a bona fide stalker.

Okay,

you've made your point.

You saw Ashley more than
anyone else in the last few days,

and you also have
a breaking and entering charge

I might be helpful with.

I'm listening.

The night Ashley was strangled,

did you see this man?

Her boss? Jeffers.

Nah, he wasn't there.

Okay. / What did you see that night?

Ashley, uh...

was wearing this ruby
red gloss, number 6.

And the hoop earrings
that her mother gave her.

- Did you see her dog?
- Rufus hates me.

I keep my distance
when he's around.

I took off when she
started talking to some guy.

Which guy?

- Who're you talking about?
- I hate seeing her talk to guys.

Okay. Ned, who are you
talking about? Which guy?

I just took off. I don't know.

He was wearing a cap.

And uh... a jacket.

With a horseshoe on it.

Jacket with a horseshoe?

Okay.

A horseshoe doesn't
really narrow it down.

We've got everything
from boyscout's caps to casinos.

The thing they have in common is
they are guy related activities.

True.

There are hundreds of'em.
I don't know where to start.

Maybe we can cross-reference
it with her fan mail, we might get lucky.

Maybe we just did.

What if we're not looking
for a horseshoe?

The Greek letter omega.

And I've seen it recently.

I remembered reading this fan letter.

It's a well thought out,

and respectful letter requesting Ashley's
presence at the fraternity's rotherhood night.

Did she go? / No,

she made a note
to herself she'd sign the DVD.

Check out who the
chapter vice president is.

Kyle Preston.

The same guy
who found Ashley's body.

This is a place of business, Kyle.

So? / Take off the hat.

Eric will hang it for you.

Go pick it up on you're way out.

What do you doing with my hat?

Why didn't you tell me
you recognized Ashley, Kyle?

- The dead girl?
- Mhm, the dead girl.

The one you wrote the letter to.

Look. You write
a letter to every pornstar

hoping that just one
say's she'll show up.

I mean, you've gotta get in it to win it.

Clever.

Let me see your leg.

- What for?
- Let me see it.

Okay. Before you lie
to me about that, Kyle

you should know that I have Ashley's
dog who has human flesh in his teeth.

Now, do I need to give you a DNA test?

Okay, look, I saw her that afternoon.

My girl friend was in class, and I...
I thought I just go talk to her.

Miss Anders?

Yes?

You don't know me but uh...

I'm huge fan.

Rufus, down.

Sorry.

No, that's okay.

But I was wondering...

You want an autograph?

The dog bit me.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because my girl friend
hates that I watch porn.

And to tell you the truth,
I'm not proud of it either.

Did Kyle have something
to do with that girl's death?

Is there anything you wanna tell me
that may help us answer that question?

The second I heard she was
a porn star, alarms went off.

For Kyle,

watching it kinda got out of control.

Did you ever watch it together?

Dorm parties.

But he wanted me to watch them on...

with him...

we...

- you know.
- And you said no.

I've been upset.

We never...

This is embarassing.

He... uh...

couldn't

anymore with me.

That's called porn creep.

It get's to be so like
I can't be with a real woman anymore.

I thought he got past it,

grow out of it.

So did you

maybe take matters
into your own hands?

Killed her?

No.

Why would you even think that?

Well, because Ashley
wasn't sexually assaulted.

The muder was personal,
but not sexual.

This is great.

He's into porn,
but I'm the suspect.

So?

The nectar's consistent with
the samples from the crime scene.

Good.

Run with it, Eric.

You're not going?

No, I have some unfinished
business but you go for it.

All right.

Thanks for having my back, H.

Always.

Got a time problem, Kyle.

Why, I got nowhere to be.

But you said you spoke to Ashley
in the afternoon, correct?

Yup.

And then you found
her body at 6:00 AM?

After sunrise?
You see the thing is...

the nectar we found
on your hat is from a moonflower,

which blooms only at night.

Photosynthetic reaction makes
it open when the sun is down.

Must've got it on me when I found her.

You said you never touched her
and your girlfriend corroborated that.

That's one true thing you told us.

Thanks.

What happened to your finger?

Jammed it playing bascketball.

It... it doesn't bend.

I went from starter to bench.

Prison.

You killed Ashley.

You strangled her.

Ashley, in her movies

she was always ready to go.

Eyes were on the back of her head.

But Gina...

she would look at me.

It was nothing like pornos.

You didn't know how to react.

I was losing my girl friend.

Ashley.

- Uh... yeah.
- Ashley Anders, right?

Yeah?

I was a big fan.

Thanks, I'm...

I am just... / Don't talk.

But I'm... / Don't freakin talk!

So what, you figured if you kill Ashley,
you'd kill your problem?

I love Gina.

I just needed to be rewired.

That's why you brought her out there.

For a little victory sex?

It didn't matter.

Real girls don't turn me on anymore.

Fortunately, for you, where you're
going that won't be a problem.

Ashley's birth certificate's
been tampered with.

Paper's been chemically treated
probably with bleach.

So somebody erased
the date and then changed it.

The thing about bleach is

it can take some things away,
but leaves others behind.

I didn't know she was under age,
when she made those movies.

No but when you sold the movies,

you did,

and that's what the conversations
on the tape was about,

your plans to sell Ashley's films.

I checked with the Florida UCC filings
and found out that Palm Grove Industries,

has sold Fallen Films
to a Korean company.

Just this week.

And that's why you
doctored her birth certificate.

Right?

We found your finger
prints on the paper.

That's felony distribution
of child pornography.

That's 15 years minimum.

15...

was Ashley's age
when you started exploiting her.

Even if I had an idea
I'm not the bad guy here,

I didn't kill anyone.

No.

But...

you created the bad guy.

Snob.

Talking to me?

I'm Ashley's friend.

You don't remember me?

Coquey Divine.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.
You looked different.

Make up.

You saw me right after a shoot.

I just wanted to thank you for

how you dealt with
those guys in the park.

Sticking up for me.

Sure. / I mean...

I know you had to and all, but

- No, I didn't have to.
- Come on, it was the badge talking.

You're telling me some other night with friends,
you wouldn't have said the same things?

No.

May be not, but
you would have thought it.

I don't mean to insult you...

but I haven't seen
any of your movies.

So you'd date a girl like me?

Officially no, because you're
a material witness of mine.

So cute, when guys
hide behind roles.

But we both know that
I'm not exactly the kind of a girl

to bring home to mom.

Coquey you're...

you're a nice girl.

It's okay.

Really...

But if you ever wanted
to get together for

like coffee.

My real name is Sarah.

Sarah Pfeiffer.

Sarah.

Congratulations.

Bag the porn king,
his lawyer, and the killer.

It's not bad week's work.

I guess it is not
a good week for you, Rick

unless you arrested a police offcer, uh?

It isn't my job to be liked.

Mission accomplished.

Look, my personal feelings may have
clouded my judgement on the HAZ-MAT thing,

I'll admit that.

Fair enough.

There she is.

You're ready? / Yup!

Champagne's on ice.

Sounds great.

I'll wait for you in the car.

Nothing?

Well, the truth is

she hates champagne.

And you're telling me this because...?

I'm telling you this because
she deserves to be happy.

So have fun tonight.

Thank you.

Seal 'Love's Devine'

I had lost all of my belief you see

And realize my mistake

But time

through a prayer to me

And all around me became still

I need love

love's divine

Please forgive me
now I see that I've been blind

Give me love

loves is what I need to help me

know my name

Through the rainstorm came sanctuary

And I felt my spirit fly

I had found all of my reality

I realize what it takes

'Cause I need love

love's divine

Please forgive me
now I see that I've been blind

Give me love

loves is what I need to help me

know my name

Love can help me know my name