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MAN:
CSI evidence disposal motorcade

heading on to Washington.

DISPATCHER:
Roger that.
Proceed north onto Robin.

Keep this channel open.

( forklift beeping )

( siren blaring)
DISPATCHER:
Uh, CSI

we got a funeral procession
making its way to you.

MAN:
Okay, let her pass.

Kevlar... at a funeral?

MAN:
Everybody on alert.

( tires screeching )

Oh, my God!

Not the baby!

The baby!

Get down!

Get down!

( gun misfiring )

CAINE:
Get down!

Get down

on the seat!

The baby!
!
Get down!

Speed! Speed!

Hold on, buddy,
let me see it.
My chest...

My chest...
my chest.

All right, hold on!

Wait, wait, wait,

The Kevlar caught it.

The Kevlar caught it, man.

Now, just breathe.

Breathe easy.

Keep breathing if you can.

Okay... Rescue!

( screaming ):
Get me a rescue right now!

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B.P.'s 140/100.

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.

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--

500 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.

Yeah, you should be there
in the middle of the night

when we pull one of
these 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.

( engine starting )

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.

COD 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 déjà 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
three 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.

Rubber took us
to some buildings.

Homeless guy saw
our truck near a pier.

Let's check it out.

Nobody's home, gentlemen.

DETECTIVE:
Heroin, weed, meth.

Hell, they left
the drugs behind.

Everything
but the cocaine.

SPEEDLE:
Doesn't make any sense.

There's millions of dollars
worth of drugs here.

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

DETECTIVE:
Yeah, they took only
what they could carry.

Yes, they did--
direct to their buyer.

The question is who.

SPEEDLE:
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.

DUQUESNE:
Yeah, the magazine's full.

One in the chamber.

He didn't fire any rounds?

I don't know.

Maybe it's his 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.

( sighing ):
Yeah.

See if you can get
some DNA off of those.

Whew.

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.

REPORTER 1:
A veritable shoot-out
in downtown Miami this morning.

REPORTER 2:
Old drug evidence was moved
in a top-secret transport.

REPORTER 3:
Two officers killed.

REPORTER 4:
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 the sharks
got to eat, right?

DELKO:
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.

JACK:
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 took it
to the garage.

It's probably
already there.

Keep me posted.
Okay.

This will record
your breathing.

( electrical zapping )

This will record
your perspiration.

Did I mention I was Catholic?

Were you born in Miami?

Yes.

What is 4 x 6 + 3?

27. Why a math problem?

Mental calculations record
as a lie.

You have to think to calculate?

Calculate the 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, 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.

Mm-hmm.

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.

Hmm.

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 15 months.

You use the same doctor
for all of them?

Yeah.

CAINE:
See, if we can prove
that you were paid

to hit that car,

we could charge you
with Murder One.

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

I got paid $5,000

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?

( sighs )

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 them.

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.

( moaning )

I want a name from you.

Lester, is this guy

worth dying for?

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

( mumbles )

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.
Mm-hmm.

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.

And you know what,
start with...

Inmate records.

You got it.

( typing )

DUQUESNE:
Bad guys.

Good guys.

I recovered 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.
Mm-hmm.

So our round count on our
two SWAT officers was 54.

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?

Yes.

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?
Mm-hmm.

Trajectory from
the final position

turns out is
from across the street.

We have
a mystery shooter.

So, our crime scene
just a lot bigger.

Okay, you know what?

Get Tripp
and go back over there.

Nice work.

Thanks.

WOMAN:
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.

No...

All right, no, and
I should 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.

( sighs )

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?

Hmm.

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 leave,

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, three
years later,

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

You're not talking
about reporters,

you're talking
about Rayas.

( chuckles quietly )

Horatio Caine mows his lawn,

and Rayas makes it
prime-time news.

I'm glad you're okay.

Always.

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?

DUQUESNE:
It's important
to recover

all of the rounds
in an officer-involved shooting.

Sure.

TOMASSI:
Yes, I was working.

What were you doing
at the time

of the shooting?

TOMASSI:
I was just 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.

CAINE:
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.

Mm-hmm!

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.

Delko?

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.

Mm-hmm. Zoom in on that picture.

Now, does that look
familiar to you?

Enrique Rayas.

Enrique Rayas.
Film at 11:00.

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?

Is this the footage from
the day of the shooting?

Yes, it is.

Zoom in on that.

Could that 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.

( whispers ):
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....

( Caine chuckling )

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.

TV 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.

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 x 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...

Mm-hmm?

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.

( sighs )

Okay?

Thanks.

What's that?

This is a belated
birthday present for you.

Happy birthday.

All right?

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.

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