All language subtitles for CSI.s01e20_

Well, this is me.

That's right.
Are you okay?

Yeah.
You okay to drive?

What, do I seem...?

Happy?

I haven't seen that smile
on your face in a while.

Yeah.

You know, for the past two years,
every morning when I wake up,

I'd have this thought
that comes to my head:

Raymond is dead.

And now, in these ...

in these past
few weeks,

it's just not the
first thing I think of.

You going to bring
Ray Junior tomorrow?

Is that all right?
Yeah.

Looking forward to it.

Good.
Thank you.

Good night.
Good night.

Drive safe.

Detective Caine?

Can I help you?

Pete Wilton.

Knocked off a chain of grocery
stores about six years ago?

You caught me
in Liberty City?

I remember, Pete.

Good Samaritan got hit and
you got manslaughter, right?

Yeah, and your testimony
helped put me away.

Is that why you've
been following me?

I'm two years into my parole,
and I've got a problem.

Pete,

if you make that move,
it's going to be your last.

Relax, Lieutenant,
it's a photograph.

Take it out.
Slowly.

It's my son.

Jeff.

Went to school three days
ago and never came back.

You call 911?

Yeah, I went to PD,

but they're not too
concerned with parolees' kids.

He's not the
way I used to be.

I know that something
happened to him.

Okay, well, I'm sure ...

the detectives
are on it. Let me call.

No.
It's got to be you.

Look, I was guilty.
And you knew it.

You came after me with
everything you had.

And I saw that.

I know you can
find my boy.

What kind of trouble
was he in?

None.
Really.

No, I just figured if you
could bulldog a guy like me,

you could do half as
good with a good kid.

Worth saving.

Okay, Pete,
listen to me.

If you're lying, I'm out.
You understand?

I do.

Thank you.

Right, right, he backed up
into your knife eleven times.

Sit tight, Kilroy ...

while I, uh, rustle up
some booking slips.

Got a minute?
Thirty seconds.

Okay, Jeff Wilton.

Who?

Jeff Wilton is a high school
kid from homestead ...

that disappeared
three days ago.

Father's an ex-con.

And a concerned parent.

A divorced parent.

Soon as he got out, wife
took off, left the kid behind.

Told the neighbor she
liked the guy fine enough,

as long as he
was in prison.

You think the kid
did the same thing?

No, I think Jeff's in the keys
with a cheerleader.

I think he'll run out of money,
stroll back in a couple of days

with a hickey on his neck
and a smile on his face.

What if he doesn't?

I got twelve confirmed dead
yanking at my chain right now.

So you're not interested in
the kid unless he's dead?

You know what I mean.

Okay, Frank,

why don't you let me take
this one off your hands.

There's no crime
scene to investigate.

Maybe not,

but that doesn't mean
there wasn't a crime.

1x20 Grave Young Men

I want to be
sure I got it right.

You and the deceased
had drinks last night,

came back here
around midnight ...

Made love ...
for ...

I don't know how long.

And when I woke up
this morning,

he was beside me...

dead.

Thanks.

Bernstein?

Speedle.

Who are you?

I'm a Crime Scene
Investigator.

I thought you were
the Detective.

I am.

But Speedle
analyzes the scene.

The forensic that might
explain the death in question.

Do you have any
questions for me?

Yeah.

Why do women
do that to their nails?

What?

Put little charms on them?

It's easy.
To attract men.

Hey, do you mind
taking that tea ...

and drinking it
over there?

Sure ...

whatever helps.

Well, the guy was
in good shape.

She said he
runs marathons.

Well, ran.

May have an enlarged heart.

Something of
the pulmonary nature.

Frenulum isn't torn.

Tardieu spots in the
conjunctivae and eyelids.

Asphyxiation?

Sleep apnea?

Hard to tell.

Almost impossible to distinguish
accidental from homicide.

Result of closing off the air
to the windpipe's the same.

Blood stops carrying
oxygen to the alveoli.

I'd say he fell
asleep in his pillow.

If I hadn't watched
Miss Thing ...

put her suave
on Bernstein earlier.

This is Jeff's room.

I didn't touch anything.

Left everything just the way it
was the morning he left for school.

Okay.

You know, Pete, I am going to
take you up on that coffee now.

Sure.
Okay.

Make it two,
if you don't mind.

You got it.
Thanks.

"Three-in-one oil."

Used to use that
to make boat models.

Now I use it
to clean my gun.

What do we have here?

"Four Twenty Boyz."

Time to get high, I bet.

How do you know that?

My brother worked
narcotics undercover.

So, Jeff ...

where is it?

Our friend Jeff is a stoner.

His father lied.

You see, kids make
excellent criminals.

They're sneaky.

Here's how it
might've gone.

Jeff sits up here at night,
in the dark,

without his dad
being any the wiser.

This is gunshot residue.

And it's possible ...

Jeff ...

was doing more ...

than smoking out
this window.

Wow, someone definitely used
this tree for target practice.

Not all the bullet
holes are fresh, either.

Calleigh,

how many different weapons do
you think have been used here?

Well, I see nines, .22s,
there's even some rifle action.

I'll be able to tell you more
when I get it back to the lab.

Okay, so weed, bullets,

let's go over to Jeff's
high school locker ...

and see what other
surprises he has for us.

School property could take
a day to get permission.

Red tape.

Cut through it
as fast as you can.

And the same
goes for this tree.

You're not going
to roll him?

Think our boy's
been moved enough.

Dual lividity.

Body laid on its stomach,
then was flipped over.

The paramedics
must've flipped him.

No. No, he was on his stomach
long enough for blood to settle.

Couple of hours.

But before that, he was
dead on his back ...

another couple hours.

Something or someone moved
him into secondary position.

Flip-flop usually means somebody
can't decide to call 911 ...

or skip town.

I'm going to need to swab
under your fingernails.

Sure.

How come?

It's just part of
the investigation.

Am I a suspect?

A witness.

You're looking for Chuck's skin
under my fingernails, aren't you?

I try never to
have expectations.

Never disappointed.

Smart.

I might as well tell you,

things got a little rough
between Chuck and I ...

sexually.

You saw me notice those
scratches on your chest?

He can get himself
worked up.

I'm going to need to, uh,

photograph those
markings, as well.

Sure.

This okay?

Okay, um...

sorry.
It happens.

Hey, how's it look?

Like a starry,
starry night.

We've got rifle ammo,
some buckshot.

Come on in,
take a look for yourself.

No, I can't find another lead
apron, and Alexx isn't around.

Well, then, by all means,
stay out.

Calleigh,

were you here at CSI when
Horatio's brother was killed?

Ray?
Yeah, I was new.

Keeping my head down.
Why do you ask?

No reason, I just, uh ...

I didn't realize his brother
worked narco.

Yeah.

Undercover narco cop gets
killed in the line of duty,

might have been dirty,
something like that.

I didn't say that.

Nobody ever does.

Was he dirty?

I don't know.

I don't know what
Raymond Caine was.

I'm not entirely sure
Horatio does, either.

Wow ...

this tree has more
lead than wood.

You got nines there,
.44s, .22s.

There were over two hundred
expended projectiles ...

that we couldn't see.

So as the tree grew,

the entrance holes
grew over with living cells.

.30 carbine,
short rifle.

760 by 39 also.

A-K.

This was not target practice;
this is training.

This is training.
Nice going.

You lied to me, Pete.

I didn't know about
the bullets in the tree.

The neighbors asked about
the noise while I was at work.

Jeff just said
it was firecrackers.

Then how do you explain the
weed I found in his room?

I didn't know he
was into that.

Let's ask your parole
officer what he thinks.

Are you kidding me?

All that ammo?

Son's probably
training to knock off ...

a chain of markets just
like his old man here.

What happened?

He borrowed your piece,

and now you're a little worried
he may get nervous ...

and drop it at a heist, huh?

I don't have a piece.

Right.

You just got a hundred bullets
in your backyard tree.

Plus, the weed.

Unless you want to make
a case to the board ...

that this contraband
is your son's,

you're going
back inside,

and you're going to serve out
the rest of your sentence.

Which is it?

The gun and the
weed are mine.

Okay.

So, he's all yours.

Sold.

729 days at stark.

Let's go.

My kid ...

is still out there.

Hi.
Hey.

We brought
you some lunch,

but somebody here
ate your fries.

That's okay.

So listen, Raymond,
I have to go get a file.

I'll be right back.
Okay?

How you doing?

Good.
Good.

She doesn't need a file.

She wants you
to talk to me.

That's right.

She tells me ...

that you've been getting
into fights at school.

This kid in school ...

...said my dad
was a bad cop.

Well, you know what?

That is not true.

Your dad was a hero,

but his job was to pretend
he was a bad cop.

See the difference?

He said I have
my dad's name.

That's why I was bad.

Let me tell you something.

It's not important what
people say about us.

It's only important ...

what we know
inside about ourselves.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

All right.

So, no more fights
at school,

because it upsets
your mother.

All right.

Good man.
Good man.

Hello.

I found the owner of
one of the guns ...

that fired a bullet into
the Wilton family tree.

Nick Gordon, age 45.

Six months ago,

the gun was used to
shoot out the scoreboard ...

at Antioch High School.

Antioch.

That's where
Wilton's kid goes.

So I called the principal,

and found out that
Ben Gordon, age 17,

was responsible for
shooting out the scoreboard.

However, they believe that
another kid was with him,

but because of the privacy laws,
they can't say anything.

But the principal
did hesitate ...

when I tried a
name on for size.

Of course.

Jeff Wilton.

Our parolee's son.

Okay, let's get Ben Gordon
and his father in here.

You got it.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's Speed.

All right, I'll be out
there in a minute.

Hi.

Thanks for coming out.

You going somewhere?

Actually, um ...

there somewhere
else we can talk?

I have a photo shoot
tomorrow in St. Thomas.

You're a photographer?

A model.
Bathing suits.

It's probably why I was
so comfortable ...

when you wanted
to take pictures of me.

I realized later I might have
been a little too casual.

So your boyfriend dies ...

and you're able to
go to work the next day?

Chuck and I weren't
married.

I wasn't in his will.

Yes, I need to make a living.

Alison, did you
move the body?

Is that what the
autopsy said?

When I woke up, and he
didn't respond, yes,

I rolled him over on
his back and called 911.

Homicide has you
calling 911 at 7:00 am.

Paramedics
show up at 7:08.

It takes hours
for lividity to form.

Really?
Really.

I did roll him over in
the middle of the night.

His arm was plopped
over my head and ...

... I couldn't sleep.

After I rolled him,

I must have fallen
right back to sleep.

So he was already dead
in the middle of the night.

I suppose so.

I read in Vanity Fair ...

that time of death
could never be exact.

It's all estimates.

Within hours.

No.

You can't go on
your shoot.

Tim ...

would you let me
know what you find?

I can't do that.

Look, when it's, uh,
appropriate, okay?

No, first class on that equipment's
as bad as business.

Look into charters.

Mr. Gordon.

Look, I'm being pulled into
something; call me later.

I thought you were supposed
to bring your son in.

I did, he's out front,
having a smoke.

I can't stop him;
he's right out there.

Kid's been staring at dead
bodies for ten minutes.

Naturals, traumas.

My first year MEs would
have passed out by now.

Says he's here
to see you.

Okay, thank you.

Ben.

I'm Lieutenant Caine.

Hey, you ever
kill anyone?

Uh, in the line of duty.

You want to put
that out, please?

Thank you.

It's an entrance
wound, right?

It's small because ...

the skin snaps back into place
once the bullet passes through.

That's correct.

You like guns.

Yeah.
They're cool.

Jeff Wilton thinks
guns are cool, too.

Was Jeff with you when
you shot out the scoreboard?

No, I did that alone.

You ever go shooting
with Jeff?

If I fired a gun, it wouldn't
be at a stupid tree.

What would you shoot at?

The kid who killed Jeff.

So you know Jeff is dead?

Ben?

If he was alive,

he would have
called me by now.

You know what?

Why don't you and your dad go
have lunch for a couple of hours...

and then come back, all right?

Go ahead.

Heard you were
looking for me.

Sleeping on the job?

You a down man or
a feather man?

They aren't
the same thing?

Feathers are for flying;
down's for insulating.

The more mature the down,
the better air-trapping ability.

It's called "loft."

That would explain the
scratches on Alison.

Slow death.

He had air between
those feathers.

Down.

Goose, to be exact.

That's one scenario.

What'd you get?

Chuck Maxfield died one
day shy of his wedding.

Alison never said anything
about them getting married.

They weren't.

That might've been the problem.

Chuck was marrying a
girl from Coconut Grove.

Reception was to have
been tonight at the Delano.

Did you talk to the bride?

Mother.

The girl was too
broken up to talk,

especially when she
found out where the guy died.

They knew Alison?

Never heard of her.

She was his little secret.

You know what we call that
over at robbery homicide.

Yep, motive.

H, I processed the
sneaker from Jeff's locker.

Found soil in the tread.

And?

Soil's humus,

high organic content,
very low mineral content,

with one significant
man-made material,

an epoxy called mastico.

"Mastico"?
What's it used for?

Repairing headstones.

Headstones?

Jeff's friend Ben.

There's a recurring theme.

I'm thinking
Redeemer Cemetery.

It's the oldest one
in the county.

Yes, and within walking
distance of the high school.

Looks like the last person
buried here was 1968.

First was 1860.

Something wasn't
buried here very recently.

Decomp?

Yeah.

It's stronger from over here.

Here you go.

Here you go.

Now ...

maggots will go to a wound.

We have an exit wound, head.

Sweet going in,
and ugly going out.

Got another one
here in the back.

This is an entry wound.

Looks like an ambush.

So much for me saying
he was in the keys.

You know what?

Maybe he was, because
this body was moved.

You see, we got no
blood spatter anywhere ...

but we do have ...

gravitational blood
droplets on his clothes.

So he was moved.

Laid out like a
Christmas package.

Well, I'll pay a visit to
our parolee Pete Wilton,

let him know we
found his son.

I would hold off on that.

This is not his kid.

Boy's I.D. Says,
"Mark Hubbard."

Born in 1986.

Found his library card
from Antioch High,

and, yes,
he was moved.

I'll find you for
the post.

Particular attention to
the fingernails, please.

If there's an epithelial,
I'll dig it out.

Calleigh,

check out what
I found in here.

The real damage
is over here.

Watch your step.

High-velocity spatter,

100-feet-plus per second ...

it's consistent with a gunshot.

A shot in the back, right?

Well, after his head's hit,
he didn't go anywhere, so ...

trajectory suggests
that he was bent over.

Mist is waist high.

And there's the projectile.
I'm going to take that with me.

Bat bag, crumpled.

Maybe that's why he was
bent over, reaching for it.

Bat bag, scoreboard ...

maybe there's
a theme here.

Well, blood pool is here,
so he was bleeding out.

There's a second hit on
the wall over here.

Which means he managed
to make his way over,

and dropped to his knees.

And was shot a
second time.

The suspect dragged
him from here ...

to the cemetery.

There was a
third person here.

Yeah, there's a
void in the blood.

Which also means ...

that there was someone
behind the victim.

Question is,

the third guy was
helping or hindering?

I've got a cigarette ...

that might help us.

Death mask.

What's a death mask?

That's Chuck's saliva.

DNA confirmed it.

And?

Did you press his face
into the pillow,

causing him to suffocate?

Yes and no.

Alison ...
You're so sure I'm guilty.

I could see it when you
walked through the door.

You have an explanation?

Yes ...

I pressed his face
into the pillow.

No ...

I did not suffocate him.

He did, however ...

orgasm.

Excuse me?

My marathon-running
boyfriend was a pillow biter.

Satisfied?

He liked to give
himself over to me.

I, uh, could be
more explicit, but ...

I get it.

We role-played around ...

two in the morning.

Then we drank
some more wine.

We snuggled.

You okay?

Yeah.

Um ...

it's just that this job,
it's weird uh, sometimes.

You know, you learn
certain things about people.

Hey.
Hey.

You're interrogating our
witness without me?

No, I was just running
a few questions by her.

You interview her again,
I better be there.

It's protocol.

You will be there.

You got that?

Lieutenant?
Yeah?

Results on those
cigarette butts.

Three separate donors.

One matched the sample
you gave me from Ben Gordon.

Okay.
Thank you.

All right.

There were weapons
in this bag.

Plural.
Rifles.

You don't use a bat bag
just to carry handguns.

No, you don't.

Your son is in a
great deal of trouble.

He told me he was
hanging out with Jeff Wilton.

He admitted they
were shooting guns ...

at Jeff's house,
at the school.

Did he tell you that
he was at the cemetery ...

the morning that
Mark Hubbard was killed?

He told me they go
there in the mornings,

before school,
for horseplay.

I have a blood pattern,
my friend,

that says there were two
people at the cemetery ...

when Mark was
shot to death.

So, are you the shooter,
or was Jeff?

I'm not saying
anything about Jeff.

Okay.

Where are the guns?
What guns?

They carried their rifles in a
bag and foolishly left it behind.

Right?

Hey.

I can wait.

We found this on the
handle of the bat bag.

It's the same as the
t-shirt from Jeff's house.

Okay, thank you.

"The Four-Twenty Boyz."

You, Jeff, and Mark, part of
the Four-Twenty Boyz, Ben?

Is that what time you guys
used to get high every day?

No.

No?

It's not a time;
it's a date.

April 20 ...

is what?

Hitler's birthday,

all around the world,
the whole week.

So we have Waco,
the federal building,

Columbine,
and now Antioch.

So you guys were planning
an action, weren't you?

No.

Me and Mark backed out.

Is that why Jeff shot Mark?

I said I'm not going
through with this.

Tough.

No take-backs.

Forget it, Jeff.

We're getting rid of the guns.

We're going to break these
down, bury them somewhere.

I'm warning you.

Jeff told me if I
said anything ...

You talk, you die.

Where is Jeff right now?
At the mausoleum.

He's not at the mausoleum.
Where is he?

Why don't you tell me what
time you were due out of school?

3:00.

But there's an assembly
today after class.

At 4:20.

He's going to start shooting.
Today.

Lieutenant Caine.

Bill Roland,
I'm the principal.

Okay, Bill, SWAT
team is on the way.

Any sign of Jeff Wilton?
None.

He could have slipped into the
assembly with the other students.

Okay, I'm going to
need everybody out ...

of the building
right now.

I don't want
to create a panic.

Something just did, Bill.

Everybody out.

Everybody out, Bill!

I need everybody to leave
the building right now!

Right now!

Hey, Jeff.

Let's put the
weapon down ...

and not make it
any worse, okay?

You have no idea
what I've done.

That's not true, Jeff.
I know about the cemetery.

And I know about Mark.

Jeff, you can put a stop to
this right now if you want to.

You're right.
I can stop.

I want you to think
about your dad.

My dad didn't
care about me.

That's not true.
That is not true, Jeff.

He's back in jail for you.
Lies.

No, no.

He took the gun rap.

Two more years inside for you.

He really went back in?

He did, Jeff.
Listen to me now,

he came to me,
and he asked me to find you.

That's the truth, Jeff.

Tell him I said thanks.

Jeff.

Jeff!

Jeff, don't move.

Do not move.

I could have killed you.

Yeah, but you didn't.

We're clear.

You're lucky
no one died here, kid.

Tox is in.
You interested?

Ethanol.

Alcohol.

Boyfriend was three
times the legal limit.

My guess is vodka.

No smell.

Would that amount, um,

impede his sexual
performance?

Oh, honey,
that amount of alcohol ...

would impede an elephant's
sexual performance.

Catch her in a lie?

I have to take a
look at the evidence.

Hi.

The guy was passed
out on his back.

You took a pillow ...

you put it over his mouth ...

... you pressed down
as hard as you could,

with these little hands ...

and this little charm.

Probably for about
five or six minutes.

Would have taken less
time with an inferior fill, but ...

only the best
for you, right?

I was glad when
you called.

It's crazy, huh?

I mean, I knew ...

but still, I was glad.

You've been playing
me since day one.

If you believed that ...

your partner would be
here right now.

I didn't think you heard us.

People get smothered
by pillows ...

accidentally.

Yeah, but Chuck
wasn't one of them.

You should have
let the guy get married.

He was watching ...

from behind the mirror.

Just like the last time.

I don't conduct interviews
without my detective, ever.

It's time to
stand up, Alison.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Charles Maxfield.

Can't believe you
did this to me.

Yes, you can.

It's a sorry state.

I'm just grateful to
Lieutenant Caine ...

that only one
person was killed.

I'm sorry I let you down, dad.

No.

No, I let you down.

But you killed someone,

and you're going
to have to pay for that ...

the rest of your life.

I want you to think
about that ...

hard.

Every day they keep
you inside.

'Cause when you
do get out,

you're only going
to get one more chance.

And we're not going to see
each other for a long, long time.

What's going to
happen now?

That is up to you.

You think he heard me?

I'll let you know.