All language subtitles for CSI.s01e18_

CSI evidence disposal motorcade
heading onto Washington.

Roger that.

Proceed North on Robins, and
keep this channel open, please.

Uh, CSI ...

we have a funeral procession
making its way to you.

Okay, let her pass.

Kevlar...

at a funeral?

Everybody on alert.

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god, the baby!

The baby!

Get down! Oh, my God!
The baby!

Lady, stay down!

Get down!
Get down on the seat!

The baby!

Speed!
Speed!

Hold on, buddy,
let me see it.

My chest ...

All right, hold on!

Wait. Wait. Wait.
The kevlar caught it, man.

Now, just breathe.

Breathe easy.

Keep breathing if you can.
Okay...

Rescue!
Get me a rescue right now!

1x18 Dispo Day

B.P.'s one-forty
over a hundred.

Chest contusion
from the impact

of the projectile is what
took the wind out of him.

If his lungs
were collapsed,

he'd be blue by now.

Okay, thank you.

Hollis?

No.

You okay?

I'm fine.

All right.
I'll be right back.

Hang in there.

I shot out the tire.

They should be within
a one-mile radius.

Probably already
into a safe car.

Let's check the street
for tread debris.

Alexx ... ?

Hollis got one in the head.

You can tell his family
he went quick.

Shouldn't have
to tell them at all.

Don't I know it.

The mother and little boy?

Kid checked out fine.

Mother got shot,
upper humerus.

They're at a clinic.

She says to tell you thank you.
Wants to bake you a cake.

Gave her my address.

All right, thanks, man.
Thanks for your help.

Detective,

... five hundred dispo's
we've never had a problem.

You take the dope
out of evidence,

re-analyze it to make
sure nobody pulled ...

a switcheroo and then
cart it across town?

We should just burn it at CSI.

Remind me to order the
industrial-size incinerator next time.

Dispo route's classified.
Somebody was in on the secret.

No such thing as a secret
in Miami, Detective.

Only useful information.

It's creepy.

The engine's still running.

You ought to be there in
the middle of the night ...

when we pull one of these
things out of the water ...

with the radio still on.
Talk about creepy.

Car's stolen.

Based on ... ?

Based on the screwdriver
in the ignition.

Without the key...

... the screwdriver
completes the circuit.

Well, stealing cars
is their side job.

This is a death talon.

They don't sell those anymore.

Haven't been sold
commercially since '96 or '97.

They must have been
stockpiling their bullets.

It's hard-core.

I'll post this guy first.

C.O.D. seems pretty
clear to me.

Don't need an autopsy to ascertain
our fake cop's physical condition.

Uh-uh, prison buff.

I'll print him, get his
prints to Delko for AFIS.

See if I can get
you a release date.

Okay.

Here comes your
favorite reporter.

Enrique Rayas, in the field.

Lieutenant Caine,

a drug-related shoot-out
in the streets of Miami.

Any sense of d�ja vu
once-removed?

You're about to make a mistake
you don't want to make.

Just drawing a parallel here.

Your brother gave his life in
the line of duty two years ago,

albeit under much
cloudier circumstances.

Circumstances
weren't cloudy.

The reporting was.

You know what?
Get rid of him.

Back behind the tape.

Okay, okay, okay.

Rubber took us
to some buildings.

Homeless guy saw our
truck near a pier.

Let's check it out.

Nobody's home,
gentlemen.

Heroin, weed, meth.

Hell, they left the
drugs behind.

Everything but the cocaine.

Doesn't make any sense.

There's millions of dollars
worth of drugs here.

Well, maybe the flattened
tire forced a change in plans.

Yeah, they took only
what they could carry.

Yes, they did ,
direct to their buyer.

The question is who.

Hey, H.

Yeah.

What do you got, Speed?

Well, looks like they
changed clothes.

That's a fake uniform.

Wait a second.

It's a laundry tag
from a dry cleaners.

Sweat on these clean uniforms,
we'll get their DNA.

There's also blood in the cab.

One of our suspects is wounded.

I'll track it down.
All right, sounds good.

Speed ...

there's a blood trail.

So he got out of the
truck over there,

and ended up in
what was probably ...

a getaway vehicle
over here.

And his wound was
from an extremity.

Okay, let's broadcast it.

That's weird.

That's Speedle's gun.

Yeah, the magazine's full.
One in the chamber.

He didn't fire any rounds?

I don't know.
Maybe it's a second magazine.

None of this is official.

Not until I finish
processing the scene.

I'm not saying anything.

Yeah, I think it's best not to.

Tim, hey.

Heard it was the wild west
out there today.

See if you can get
some DNA off of those.

Smells like I will.

I'll start with collars and cuffs.
You want to sign here?

So everyone says that Hollis
would have gotten much worse ...

if it hadn't been for you
pulling him out of the truck.

He died, Laura.

I know that.

But his family can have
an open casket,

and that means more
than you might think.

You were brave.

I wasn't brave.
I reacted ...

badly. Okay?

Okay.

I'll page you with the results.

Thanks.
I appreciate it.

Well, look what the
cat dragged in.

SWAT lost a man today.

Yes, and officer Hollis left
two small children behind.

Well, that's a real tragedy.
SWAT guys cost more to train.

We're talking half
a million bucks here.

So Internal Affairs does place a
dollar value on employees' lives.

Somebody along the food
chain talked about Dispo Day.

Can't put one
past you, Jack.

Speedle requested
the assignment, correct?

Yes, he did, and I approved
his request.

So if you'll excuse me, I have
an investigation to process.

So do I.

Starting with CSI.

Well, talk about a waste
of the taxpayers' money, Jack.

You know, I came to tell
you as a courtesy.

IAB's not asking permission.

I'm going to poly all your CSIs.

You poly them,
you better poly me first.

I would, if I thought
you leaked anything.

Tell them no nicotine
and no caffeine.

That'll only hurt 'em
once they're wired up.

Hey, Jack.

You miss being a real cop?

You're just full of
them today, aren't you?

You have no idea.

A veritable shoot-out in
downtown Miami this morning.

Old drug evidence was
moved in a top-secret transport.

Two officers killed.

An internal investigation
is underway ...

in an attempt to determine
how the information was leaked.

You're the investigator
in the dispo case ...

that resulted in
two tragic deaths.

You mind if I ask you a few
questions for our viewers?

Yeah.

Saw your friend out front.

Guy thinks he's Tom Brokaw.

If he's Tom Brokaw,
I'm Elliot Ness.

So, you talk to the owner
of the incinerator?

Yeah, he's bummed.

No dope burn.
No money.

What about the dry-cleaners?

Owners thought it was vandalism.

They replaced the glass,

cleaned up the mess and
they're back in business.

I need one of your CSIs
over there for prints.

Wait a second.
When was their break-in?

Ten days ago.

About the same time we
decided to dispo the dope.

Ooh, media will be
all over that.

Well, even sharks
got to eat, right?

Ah-ah.

Cola has caffeine.

Oh, you're right.

Thank you.

Nervous?

Well, I figured if I passed
the polygraph ...

that got me through
the Academy,

it'd be smooth sailing.

You?

Nuh-uh. Stuff like this
makes me feel guilty.

Why do you feel guilty when
you haven't done anything?

I'm Catholic.
I don't know.

I always feel guilty.

Don't worry about your
religion in the chair ...

because the poly picks up
discomfort, not the truth.

Did you recover my weapon?

Yeah.

So you're going to shave
before you go to IAB?

It's a polygraph test,
not a portrait.

Well, you know,
presentation is everything.

Who's first?

Jack Seeger, IAB.
Who's first?

I've got a lab full
of evidence.

DNA.

I guess that means me, Jack.

How did we do on
soccer mom's car?

I haven't even gotten to it.
I'm still logging in evidence.

Hey, do you know
this Seeger guy?

I do. He's IAB, so be
careful what you say to him.

You stay with ballistics.
I'll stay with the car, all right?

Transpo towed it to the garage.
It's probably already there.

Keep me posted.
Okay.

This will record your breathing.

This will record your perspiration.

And this measures your heartbeat.

Did I mention I was catholic?

Were you born in Miami?

Yes.

What is 4 x 6 + 3?

Twenty-seven.
Why a math problem?

Mental calculations
record as a lie.

So you have to think
to calculate?

Calculate to lie?

Have you ever lied to someone
who loved and trusted you?

Yes.

Recently?

Yes.

Was it work-related?

No.

That's a death talon.

So Lynn Martell,

had a wound to the
left shoulder, didn't she?

Could be from a ricochet.

Or a graze.

Okay, but take a look at this.
See?

Okay, the trajectory is
through the driver's seat ...

which means it originated
from behind the car.

Man, they're lucky they
didn't hit the baby.

You have kids,
Frank, right?

Three.

And what is the condition
of your family vehicle?

It's a war zone.

French fries, broken toys,
candy wrappers.

I'm always on the
wife about that.

In this case, the lack
of evidence is evidence.

Too clean?

Too clean.

"The baby".

The baby!
The baby!

She kept screaming "The Baby,
The Baby," not "My Baby."

Ah, heat of the moment,
people say all kinds of things.

Let's go see what she
has to say now.

How's your son?

He's, uh-uh, he's fine.

What day of the week
was he born?

Oh, I think a Friday.

You think?

He's not your kid, is he?

Is he your nephew, neighbor's?

How's your arm?

Fine.

Police records have you
in three serious accidents ...

in the past
fifteen months.

You use the same
doctor for all of them?

Yeah.

See, if we can prove that
you were paid to hit that car,

we can charge you
with murder one.

I didn't know that there was
going to be a shooting.

I got paid five
thousand dollars ...

to wait for the
funeral procession,

then slam into
the hearse.

And in our world they call
that an insurance scam.

So who set it up?
The doctor?

Somebody else contacted him,

and-and he wouldn't be
involved in any shooting.

But somebody was
shooting at you.

We have the forensics
to prove it.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Trajectory says it was intentional.

So why don't you
give me a name?

Dr. Guillermo Santoyo.

Did you know that the
state of Florida has ...

the highest percentage of
unlicensed doctors in the U.S.?

No.

How'd you lose yours?

I didn't report a gunshot
victim I treated once.

Harsh punishment.

Well, it wasn't my first time.

So the ex-cons must love you.

I treat a lot of
poor Miami families.

I charge just what
they can pay.

Not having a license
hasn't changed my ability ...

to treat sick people.

So you're one of
the good guys.

Is that it?

Okay.

Would you mind
if I looked around?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Police-issue ammo.

Who'd you pull this out of?

Officers are dead, and
you're an accessory.

Now who the hell did
you pull it out of?

Lester Cassidy.

They bring Cassidy
in this morning?

Yeah.

He was bleeding
from a leg wound.

They threatened to kill
me if I didn't help.

So you took this bullet
out of him.

Yeah, but I told them
to take him to a hospital.

He lost so much blood.
He was in shock.

Where do you think
they took him?

One of them said, uh,

something about dumping
him at the Hialeah.

I know where that is.

Tell us where
your partners are.

Lester,

do you think that your friends
are coming back for you?

I think they left you
here to die,

so why don't you tell me who
put this whole thing together?

This guy's going fast.

No, you don't.
No, no, you don't.

I want a name from you.

Lester,

is this guy worth dying for?

Why don't you give me
something to get him with?

Nedir.

What was that?

Nedir ... Kire.

Heard Laura got some
DNA off those uniforms.

We get any names?

Almost.

You talk to Speed?

Yeah.
He's on the box right now.

How'd that go for you?

I'm just glad it's over.

They ask you about
your girlfriend?

H, you know I don't
have a girlfriend.

No girlfriend this week?

The girl I'm seeing, I'm glad
she doesn't have a polygraph.

Hey, got it.

Cesar Rubio and
Mike Tooley.

Let's see where they've
been hanging out.

They shared a floor at
Raiford State Penitentiary.

Got a driver, ...

... sharpshooter, ...

... explosives expert, ...

... drug dealer ...

... and a tactical man.

Ex-con dream team.
Missing only ...

... a buyer.

Yes.
Nedir Kire.

Who?

Dying declaration by our
friend Cassidy up there.

Nedir Kire.
What is that, Farsi?

I don't know.

So, this Nedir is our buyer?

He's the man behind it all?
Could be.

So, let's run his name through
county property records,

white pages, yellow pages,
IRS if you have to.

But you know what,
start with ... inmate records.

You got it.

Bad guys.

Good guys.

I recovered a 122 pieces
of firearms evidence.

Good work.

Thank you.

Well, you know what they say.

You don't really know
who you are until ...

All hell breaks loose.

So our round count on our two
swat officers was fifty-four.

Of that, I got 45 casings.

Those are shown in blue.

Talk about bullets.
There were 12.

We dug them out
of the hearse,

trees, buildings,
several cars.

It was the usual yield.

Three-fourths of the casings,
one-fourth of the bullets.

The ex-cons used tec-9s,
didn't they?

That's correct--
death talons.

And those are shown
here in red.

Now, of that, I got 40 casings
and 18 projectiles.

One of which fatally
killed Officer Hollis.

Anything else?

The green triangles are
actually rounds ...

that I matched
to your weapon.

Seven total, not
including the round ...

that you pulled out
of Laskey's head ...

or the one that came out
of the doctor's office.

So, it turns out you're
a good shot.

What about Speedle's 9?

That is ongoing.

I haven't matched any projectiles
or casings to his weapon yet,

but I'm not finished
with the report.

Okay.

Anything else?

Well, I've saved
the best for last.

You know the bullet you pulled
out of Lynn Martell's car?

Trajectory from
the final position ...

turns out is from
across the street.

We have a mystery shooter.

So, our crime scene
just got a lot bigger.

Okay, you know what?

Get Tripp and
go back over there.

Nice work.
Thanks.

Did you come here
intending to lie?

No.

Did you take part in an
officer-involved shooting yesterday?

Your phraseology is misleading.

Please answer "yes" or "no."

Please rephrase the question.

If you fail to cooperate...

Was I involved in a shoot-out?

Yeah.

Was an officer killed?
Yes.

Did you disclose any information
regarding the narcotics transport?

No.

The officer riding next to
you was shot in the head.

Was his name Officer Hollis?

Yes.

Were you shot in the chest?

Yes.

Did your vest protect you
from serious injury?

Yes.

Did the suspects have any
reason to kill Officer Hollis ...

but only wound you?

You know what?
This game's over.

Sorry,

but I have an officer-involved
case to investigate.

So I don't have time
for this petty crap.

Hey, can I talk to you
for just a second?

It's not really
a good time.

Well, I just wanted to talk
to you before I ...

Before what?

Before I sent
Horatio my report.

Look, my gun
misfired, okay?

I admit it.

It misfired because
I didn't clean it.

That's why it jammed up,
and that's why Hollis is dead.

Okay?
And I should probably resign.

That is not true.
That was an ambush,

he was shot from
the left-hand side,

and there was nothing that
you could have done about it.

Well, I feel like there was.

There wasn't.

And all I'm saying is next time
it could be you, and I'm just ...

I'm just begging you,
clean your gun.

I get it.

Listen, uh ...

you shouldn't have to be
the one to tell Horatio.

I'll do it, okay?
Okay.

Ms. Duquesne, you're up.

I've got one more knock-and-talk,
and then I'm all yours.

Don't make me call
Lieutenant Caine.

I wouldn't make my L.T.
take a call from you.

Get any prints?

Well, we've got
good ridge structure,

but they'll probably end up belonging
to the suspects we have already.

Guy you want's too smart
to put his hands on a casket?

Especially when it
doubles as an arsenal.

Got your page.

Are you thinking this heist
is related to my task force?

Nedir Kire.

Have you ever heard that name?

No. Sounds Russian.

Well, wherever he's from,

I think he put this
whole thing together.

How about DEA,
ATF's database?

No.

Dead ends.

Well ...

sorry I couldn't help.

I wouldn't say that.

Oh, before I go,

reporters called me last night.

Because of the shooting.
They wanted a comment.

What?
Why?

Well, you know...

my husband killed in
the line of duty, drug rip-off.

And now, two years later,

my brother-in-law at
a drug heist shoot-out.

You're not talking
about reporters,

you're talking about Rayas.

Horatio Caine
mows his lawn,

and Rayas makes it
prime-time news.

I'm glad you're okay.

Always.

Yeah.
Good luck.

Nedir kire.

Hell, this place looks
like a battle zone.

Look at all the stray gunfire.
You know,

I'm not as concerned about
the ones going in ...

as the one
that came out.

You found that here?

Yeah. I think this gives us
cause to search the place.

Yep.

Do you always
work on Sundays?

Only when I'm expecting
a visit from an angel.

Well, you might think I'm
the devil in just a second.

Did you see anybody
out there shooting?

No. I was hiding
behind the limestone.

It sounded like Liberty City
on Fourth of July.

You own a firearm,
Mr. Tomassi?

No.

No?

You mind if we take
a look around?

It's important to recover
all of the rounds ...

in an officer-involved
shooting.

Sure.
Okay.

What were you doing
at the time of the shooting?

I was working on the limestone.
I don't know anything.

Good, 'cause I'm
done here.

Did you tell me your name
was Calleigh Duquesne?

Yes, I did.

But my nickname
is "lamb chop".

But only my dad
calls me that now.

Oh, I know,
I'm sorry.

Okay, "yes" or "no" only.
Fire away.

Did you consume
any alcohol ...

or drugs in an attempt
to influence this exam?

No.

Did you process drug
evidence for dispo day?

Yes.

Was that drug cocaine?

Yes.

We need a sample.

Well, okay, um ...

but I'm not going to do it
in front of you.

You wanted to see me?

I think we found our mole.

Calleigh Duquesne just tested
positive for cocaine.

Horatio, I don't know
what happened.

I promise you, I have never
done any type of drug.

I know you didn't.

She will appeal.

Appeal.

Until then,
she's relieved of duty.

You're making a mistake.

Your CSI pops positive,
and you don't think she's the mole?

That's correct.

What are you talking about?

You guys couldn't find
your ass with both hands.

Now, you should be
thanking her.

Why?

Because, if it's what I think ...

she just cracked the case.

How you feeling?

Like a hummingbird
on six cups of coffee.

Describe that to me.

Uh, I feel confused,
angry, confused.

I-I know that I have said
this to you before,

but I want to make
sure that you know.

I did not take anything.

Okay, hang on a second.

Are your lips numb?

Yes.

Okay.

Now, what have you been
doing for the last eight hours?

Tripp and I were following
the mystery trajectory.

We-we went
to the tile place.

I ate a granola bar.

Uh, then we went back
to the firearms lab.

Okay.

All right.
Hang on a second.

You went to the tile place.

What did you find
at the tile place?

I found a bullet,
but no casings.

It had gone through the door,
and it had lodged into the tile.

I think it was Italian marble,

and I had a very difficult
time digging it out.

Okay. I think you've
been dosed.

Where's the bullet now?

That's cocaine.

No, let's do another one.

Come on, that's marble from
the Avellino province.

Do you have any idea how
much one of those costs?

About half as much as two.
Go ahead.

Okay, okay, okay.

Paul, why don't you just
tell us where the cocaine is,

because we are happy
to test every tile in here.

So, it's up to you.

Follow me.
All right.

Blue as sky.

Cocaine hydrochloride.

I've seen it pressed into plastic
before, but this is new.

This looks like some
type of adhesive.

Organic.
Maybe like a sap.

Yeah, it's not very strong.

No, but it maintains
its purity.

How do you get it
back to powder?

I don't know.
Let's ask Paul.

Nice way to move
cocaine in plain sight,

unless you're just
laundering the profits.

Either way,
we've got you for murder.

Murder?
It's just coke.

Courtesy of a couple
of dead cops, it's not.

Oh, no, you've got it
wrong, man.

This isn't the stuff
you're looking for.

I got this from Haiti
three weeks ago.

Underside of a cruise ship.

Well, we'll see about
that, won't we?

We're going to take it with us.

I'm going to need to talk to
you later about something.

Okay, you just let me know.

Wait a second.

That's a piece of
evidence tape.

Yeah.

This cocaine did not
come from Haiti.

Not unless Haiti's in the
middle of our crime lab.

That's right.

You're not smart enough to put
this thing together on your own.

Who's your partner?
I don't have one.

My name is the only one
on the company's paper.

That's 'cause
you're stupid.

Now, who's your partner.

Does "Nedir Kire"
ring a bell?

No.

You believe him, Lieutenant?

No.

Any progress?

No.

Eric ...

come here a minute.

Although it's been
confused for Russian,

if you read "Nedir Kire"
backwards,

it spells "Erik Riden."

Erik Riden, you are
about to be searched.

"Newark's Erik Riden
of Whaler College,

Reporting on the New Student
Cafeteria for WXLY."

Erik Riden.

Zoom in on that picture.

Now, does that look
familiar to you?

Enrique Rayas.

Enrique Rayas.
Film at eleven.

He probably changed it
from Erik to Enrique ...

after he moved to Miami.

Where'd he get the Rayas from?

Probably out of the air.
Makes sense.

Appeal to the local
Hispanic audience.

Now how do we prove it?

Wait a minute.

Is this the footage from
the day of the shooting?

It is.

Zoom in on that.

That could be
gunpowder residue.

If it is ...

he just broadcast it all
over the Miami news.

Many people are saying that
they should shut down ...

the incinerator in the
wake of the shooting.

What are your
feelings about that?

Well, as the owner, I mean,

I can understand
people's fear, but ...

What people should be
afraid of is Nedir Kire.

What is he ... ?
Cut, cut!

Oh, excuse me.
What are you talking about?

We will discuss it on the ride.
There's your car.

We have a warrant for the
clothes you wore yesterday.

Mr. Stokes, as owner
of the incinerator,

you knew the date, the time
and the route the truck took.

So, did you tell Enrique?

I don't even tell
my wife that stuff.

I told all of this to your
Detective yesterday.

Bob, I can be
a friend on this.

I might have made a mistake.

Come on.

We know how you found
out about Dispo Day.

Silence.

Enrique --

I mean, Erik--

the incinerator owner
that tipped you off ...

is down at homicide
as we speak,

giving his statement.
So ...

Talk to us, Enrique.

It's your last chance.

We know you were the brains
behind the coke operation.

Your partner, Tomassi,
already gave you up.

You're on your own, anyway.

Do you guys get cell
service in here?

Because I'm-I'm
having a ...

The substance on
your shirt, Enrique --

that blue substance --
that's gunpowder.

Which places you
there as the shooter.

It also means that you not
only organized the hijacking,

you participated in
it on the day.

And I want to know why.

Television station not
paying you enough?

Cocaine tile business
not cutting it?

Did you see the coverage?

That footage aired nationally.

And it came from
a secondary market.

It came from Miami.

For fame, fortune,
and one hell of an alibi?

Ripe piece of tape, Horatio.

And you and I, my friend,

we are going to get
everything we want.

I agree, my friend.

The difference is,

you will be receiving yours
in a 6-by-9 cell.

So, how'd you tie the leak
back to the incinerator owner?

I just talked to him.

Oh, come on!

I find that ...

hooking someone up to a wire
tends to interfere with the process.

But that's just me.

Speed?

You wanted to talk?

I heard you got the guy
behind the shooting.

That's true.

Yeah, uh ...

the thing I wanted
to talk to you about...

My gun...

Speed ...

we were ambushed,
and it happens.

Yeah, but, uh ...

You got to believe me.

These things happen.

You didn't do anything wrong.

You're a good man.

Okay?

Thanks.

What's that?

This is a belated birthday
present for you.

Happy birthday.

Okay?

Now, you hang in there.

Thanks.

No comment.

Come on.

No comment.

Mr. Rayas, Mr. Rayas,
is it true that...?

Over here, Mr. Rayas,
I've got a question...