All language subtitles for CSI Miami. S10E07. Sinner Takes All

The lady's raise is yours
to match, Mr. Paxton.

Mr. Huntsman raises $50,000.

Lady will now call, raise or fold?

All in.

Pot is now two million.

Players will now show their cards.

The lady wins the pot-
full house, aces high.

You got to be kidding me.
Who invited her? Was it you?

Suspect description, same
as the Bal Harbor robbery, H-

devil mask, a TEC-9 automatic.

So it's him again, isn't it, Walter?

Yup. Makes it, what,
ten big games that he's hit so far?

Wonder how much he got
away with this time.

One, maybe two million?

Huh.

All right, so, the chandelier
must have gotten hit

when the robber opened fire.

Dropped on this poor bastard
who picked the wrong seat,

crushing him to death.

Maybe not, Walter.
That's a bullet hole.

Look at that.
Sure is.

Glass from the broken chandelier
bulbs inside the wound

means that he was shot before
the chandelier fell on him.

Collateral damage from the shooting.

Guy's never shot anybody before, H.
He's making mistakes.

Yes, he is, Walter.

And we all pay for our mistakes.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

So tell me how this guy smashed
through that window.

It's tempered glass,
at least a half-inch thick.

You're right.
That's odd.

I'm going to take this evidence
back with me to the P.D.

Thank you.

Hey, Tom, what have you got?

Meet Benjamin Paxton,

one of Hollywood's
biggest movie producers.

Hmm.

Is there something wrong?

The wound to his neck
is the gunshot exit wound,

not the entrance.

Where's the entrance?

Tom, there's some blood here.

Wait, there's an entrance wound
here, above his hip,

but it appears it's
the only one on his body.

Wait a minute,
you're telling me that it came

into his hip and went
out through his neck?

How is that possible?

I think it rode the subway.

Meaning...
it ricocheted off his hip bone

into his abdominal aorta

and hitched a ride
up into his heart,

then passed along his clavicle

before it exited out
his trapezius muscle.

Wow.

It's fascinating.
So, where did

the subway bullet end up?

Sadly, that is not my department.

Ah...

Samantha Owens?

How goes it, teddy bear?

Good, how about you?
What are you doing here?

The sun's still out.

I scratched and clawed
to get off nights,

and here I am, day-shifting.

Yeah, I don't miss
graveyard much either.

How about you?
You miss me?

Uh... not really, no.

Liar.

What's with the box on my desk?

Your desk?

Wow, okay, that was quick.

This- I collected all
this from the crime scene.

I need you to look it over.

Heard somebody jumped
through a window

or something crazy.

Yeah, yeah,

in the past,
this guy just marched in

to rob some poker games, but now
he's making Cliffhanger moves.

Ah, sounds like he's evolving.

Yeah.

Loose bills, cards, a flask.

Uh, what exactly
should I be looking for?

Anything and everything, Sam O.

Right.

All right, everybody, listen up.

You're interfering
with a police investigation,

so just back off.

Did somebody die?

I said back off.

Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles, the rapper.

Stay there.

Hey, come here a second.

You hurt?

Yeah, I got clipped upstairs.

Tom, come here a second.

Take a look.

Hey, man, hurry up before paparazzi
sees me like this, hurry up.

Want to tell me how you just
now figured out you got shot?

Likely from a rush of adrenaline.

The effect made his body
oblivious to the wound.

Oh, what are you...?

Hey, thanks a lot for your help.

All right, hold on a second.
Let's go get you bandaged up,

and then we're gonna take a
little trip downtown. Let's go.

Hey, Tom.

I got a bullet for you down here.

That's impossible.

I just finished bagging
the last of the 30 bullets

that our robber fired.

That would give us
one nine-millimeter too many.

Well, you're the expert, but it looks

to me like a.45.

I just retrieved it
out of one of the players.

Really?

Tom, if you've got a.45,
I think that's our subway bullet.

Are you implying

it exited Benjamin Paxton's neck
and struck another person?

I'm not implying;
I think that's true.

Come on, the only thing
you're gonna find in my pockets

is my lawyer's business card.

What are you guys
looking for, anyway?

A.45 automatic.

Sorry, I only use guns in my movies.

Mr. Hollywood's clean, H.

What, you're arresting me-
on what charge?

For illegal gambling.

You're kidding.
I'll be out by lunch.

Ma'am, could I see
inside your bag, please?

It's not what it looks like.

That... is exactly what it looks like.

You're under arrest.

A producer, a rapper,
a movie star,

and now you- a housewife.

I don't understand.

Look, I-I was at an illegal
poker game, I'll admit that,

but I didn't shoot anyone.

But why have a gun?

Because I was waiting for him.

You were waiting for the thief.

Mm-hmm.

Six months ago he robbed a game

that my son Kevin was playing at.

Kevin tried to stop him,

and the thief hit him over the
back of the head with his gun,

and it caused a hemorrhage

and Kevin almost died.

I remember the case.

Kevin really was such a brilliant kid,

and I'm not just saying this
'cause I'm his mother.

I mean, he was going
to medical school in the fall.

So, you were at the
game for revenge.

Yeah.

Kevin wasn't even a gambler.

After his dad passed away,

he was kind of lost,

and I think he just started
gambling to cope with it.

How is he doing now?

His issues come and go.

He's in therapy, but he still suffers

from memory loss and confusion.

Okay.

How did you get invited into the game?

Joey Ranzone.

He operated the games
that Kevin used to play.

So I contacted him.

My big games
are A-listers only.

Why should I let
some Miami Lakes housewife

have a seat at one of my tables?

That's why.

You gonna give me the
address now, or what?

I can be persuaded.

Took out a second mortgage
on my home.

And then, before I knew it,
I was playing

every high-stakes poker game
there was.

Just waiting for the thief to return.

Yeah.

I know it sounds stupid,
but what else could I do?

You could have called the police.

That's what I would have done.

Wolfe, give me what you got.
You find anything on that glass?

No blood on the glass
which means the robber

didn't cut himself
coming through the window.

It's tempered glass- for high-rises.

So Tarzan comes swinging in,
he collides with this glass-

it should have pancaked him, right?

Exactly, which is why I
switched my search from looking

for biologicals to looking
for some sign of tampering.

Here.
What do you think that means?

It's got a groove on it. Right.

This one here.

Another groove.

Huh.

Well,
it's not from the manufacturer.

And it's deep, too-

at least a quarter
of the way through.

That would compromise
the strength of the glass.

Which means it was
done from the inside.

Which also confirms that our
robber was working with a partner.

Not a lot of materials that
could cut glass this deep.

No. A diamond, maybe.

Then again, ceramic can cut
up glass pretty good, too.

Did you just say ceramic?

Yep. These are ceramic
frames, just like I thought.

Oh, they're all scratched up.

That happen when you were scoring

the windows for the robber?

Please.

Yeah, well, see, we talked
to your ex-publicist,

and she said you're in the hole
for $400,000

from playing poker.

Where I come from,
that's chump change.

Where I come from, that's motive.

So you rob the game,

you take the cash,
you pay off your debt.

That's a good plan.

Except I'm on the verge
of signing my next big movie.

Was going to pay off the debt
with that.

Do you guys seriously think

I would throw away my entire career

over some poker money?

No, but do you know
what I do seriously think?

You're a really bad actor,
and you're not

going to be able
to lie your way through this.

Well, until you can prove that,

me and my glasses will be on set.

Yeah, except they
give us probable cause,

so you and your glasses
are going to have to sit down.

Ballistics came back negative.

She didn't shoot anybody.

She's telling the truth,

and the shooter is still out there.

Question is, why didn't someone

see a shooter with a.45 kill Paxton?

So there's one way to find out.

Okay,
based on our recovered casings,

our robber shot his TEC-9 from there.

And he left a void.

Shot to the left and the right
above the table.

He hit the door.

Yeah.

He didn't even come close
to hitting Paxton,

let alone the table.

So he was just trying to scare people.

Yeah,
that confirms that our robber

with the TEC-9 didn't shoot him.

It means there was a second shooter

in the room who shot him with a.45.

The question is, where
was he in the room?

Originally, we thought

that Paxton was sitting at the table

and he turned

to shield himself.

Right, he turned away
from the robber

coming through the window.

But he couldn't have been shot
from that angle

because the wound is too low.

The table would have shattered.

What if he was facing straight ahead?

Well, then that would mean

that the.45 that hit him
came from across the room.

Now, look at that.
We got marks.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Hey, Ryan, this vent is bent.

I will bet you anything

that our shooter put his gun
through it.

Perfect line of sight.

Easy shot for somebody
who knows what they're doing.

Yep. It's positive for GSR.

Okay, that confirms our shooter
was up there.

One robber breaks in through
the window, lights up the room,

just as our guy in the vent
is taking a shot.

Then it exited through one victim

and into Isaiah Stiles's arm.

But why would he shoot at Paxton?

It's not like he's a threat.

So that no one would know
he was a target.

Ryan, this was an assassination.

Walter, check this out.

The robbers weren't there
just to get the money.

They were there
to kill Ben Paxton, too.

Really?
Yeah.

What do you got?

I analyzed the playing cards

from the poker game,
and I found something.

Take a look at this.

It has a combination of tumeric
and rubbing alcohol on it,

which, when combined, creates...

Fluorescent ink?

Right. Which is the same ink

used by the government
to mark bills.

But it's invisible
to the naked eye, so...

Every face card was marked with it.

Okay, somebody was cheating
at the poker game.

And if it was Paxton,
that might be

why somebody wanted him dead.

Hmm. Could be.

Now, if somebody
was marking the cards

with special ink, how'd they
do it without being seen?

By being very, very sly, boys.

See, I found traces of ink
both in this glass

and flask, and also on
the drinking straw.

Okay, so the cheater
poured the ink from the flask

into the glass by pretending
it was alcohol...

And then used the straw
to mark the cards with the ink.

Okay, so they marked the cards.

But like I said, it's invisible

to the naked eye,
so how'd they see it?

There was no big UV light
hanging in the hotel room.

By using lenses that enhance UV.

Natalia.
I checked Jason Huntsman's glasses,

and they don't have the
UV-enhancing lenses.

He was the only player with glasses.

Right, but take a look

at Evelyn Bowers' booking photo.

Take a look at her license photo.

Yeah?

Notice something
about the eyes?

Brown eyes in the license photo.

And the booking photo- they're blue.

That could only mean one thing.

Evelyn, on your driver's license,

you have brown eyes.

So why are your eyes blue now?

You can help yourself here.

Fine.

Joey's games just kept getting
bigger and bigger.

Cheating was the only way
I could afford to stay in them.

So you had to win
to keep playing.

By marking the face cards.

And those contacts allowed you
to see the marks.

I didn't know what else to do.

The man who ruined my son's life
was out there walking free.

He had to pay.

Okay, but that's not up to you.

I can't sleep at night.

I have these nightmares about
what this man did to my baby.

I just want the nightmares to end.

Okay, so contact
the hotel manager and find out

why an armed man had
access to those vents.

Yeah. Excuse me.
Yes, sir.

Can I help you?
Um... I'm here,

um, to post bail for my mom.

Okay, your mom's name is?

Evelyn Bowers.

I- I would've been here earlier,
but I had to bum a ride.

Okay.

All right, um, have a seat.

I'll be right back.

All right?
Okay.

All right.

Mrs. Bowers,
your son is here to post bail.

Kevin?

That's impossible.

Why do you say that?

I told him to stay home.

He's a kid;
he doesn't have any money.

I mean, he just, he gets
confused a lot after his injury.

Okay.
What are you planning to do?

I don't know.
I'll figure something out.

But in the meantime, he needs to
get home till I can get out of here.

What if I were to give him a ride?

You would do that?
Sure.

Sit tight.

Thanks.

It's locked.

You got a key?

Yeah, yeah, I think, I think so.

Sometimes sequences get
out of order and, you know...

gets all jumbled up in my head.

Thanks.

You know,
it's just hard to keep track.

Notes help.

My mom.

She's good to me.

Kevin, where's the furniture?

My mom sold it.

Well, most of it.

She's in trouble, isn't she?

I hope not.

I got your text.
What's up?

Okay, I've been going over

these photos that Ryan took
in the air vent at the hotel.

Mm-hmm. That's where
the second shooter was, yeah.

You got anything?

Well, you see that imprint

of the triangle?

It turns out, it's blood.

That's great. We get a
DNA hit? No, so I sent it

over to Trace and it popped
positive for titanium.

That's weird, right?

Maybe not, right?

The naturally occurring oxide
from titanium

is titanium dioxide,

which, when it's in
pigment form, is titanium...

Titanium white.

Which is used in the
application of tattoos.

Are you thinking this is
from a freshly-inked tattoo?

I'm thinking that
when our shooter might have

pressed up against the vent,
it left an imprint.

Who gets a tattoo of a triangle?

People are getting tattoos

altered and added to
all the time these days.

So you're thinking
the triangle could have been

added to a preexisting tat?

Yeah, or around an old one.

It would explain
the void that's there.

We got to figure out
what the original image is.

That looks like an H.

Or some symbol.

We've been adding tattoos
to booking photos.

Let me input this
and see if something comes up.

Okay, this guy is in jail,

but that's the gang tattoo
of the Hialeah Kings.

Yeah, well, I think I know

someone that knows
a bit about that

and could possibly help us
with the second shooter.

Thanks.

Hmm.

Each triangle represents a job done-

robbery, arson, you name it.

Far as I'm concerned, they can tattoo

"born to lose" on their forehead.

Have you arrested
any of them recently?

Uh, yeah. A few last month for
a home invasion- petty stuff.

Anybody in there
sophisticated enough

to pull off this morning's job?

Maybe.

There is a guy that
specializes in high-end jobs.

We've watched him once before.
His name's Carl Raines.

Carl Raines?
Yeah.

All right, thanks.

This is Carl Raine" last known address.

Wait a minute.

Hey, got a visual
on our suspect.

That's him.

Got a visual on our suspect.

He's headed for that truck.
He's headed for that truck.

You got him?

Where's your partner?
Where's your partner?!

Why'd you kill Benjamin Paxton?

Was... was paid.

Paid by who?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

He's gone. Damn it!

You heard him.

Hired to kill Ben Paxton.

Maybe we'll find something
in here that'll tell us

what Carl couldn't while
he was still breathing.

I got a bunch of trash,
a bunch of fast food wrappers.

You?

Yeah, I got something
right here, actually.

In the crack of the seat.

It's a thumb drive.

Let's see what we've got.

Okay, looks like we got
about a dozen files,

all audio tracks.

Uh.

Wait, how come no lyrics?

Oh, wow, these must be
the raw instrumentals.

These are never
released to the public.

Usually only the artists
have access to these.

Isaiah Stiles just got released
on bail; he's our rapper.

Can we link him to this?

Maybe so.

Let me pull up
a music recognition database.

I'll have the computer run
it against its own catalog,

see if we get anything that pops.

Turn it up a little bit.

Ah!

We got an exact match
to Stiles' latest album.

We just linked him
to our shooter, Carl Raines.

Time to bring Stiles back in.

The only people with access
to these instrumentals

are you and Carl Raines.

Why'd you hire Raines to kill Paxton?

You got me sitting here
'cause of Carl? Really?

We know he was involved in
that robbery this morning.

So give it up, Stiles.
How you know him?

He used to work for me.

A'ight, he was my bodyguard up
until a couple weeks ago. Why?

Why'd he used to work for you?
Why'd you get rid of him?

He jacked those tracks from
my house, so I fired his ass.

Then he goes,
he tries to blackmail me.

You believe it?
He tries to blackmail me.

Why am I here, Carl?

I want 500K or I sell these
beats before your album drops.

I ain't paying you a nickel,

you pathetic little bitch.

See, I've got friends that'll put you

six feet under if I say go.

Are you threatening me?

Not if you send some cash my way.

I think I got a better idea, Carl.

A better idea.

So you know what I do?

I leaked the album
on the Internet the next day.

Making his tracks worthless.

That's pretty clever.

Maybe not.

All I know is
that if Carl was involved,

that explains this bullet in my arm.

No. Our evidence indicates

he was there to kill
Benjamin Paxton, not you.

Really? How you know he wasn't
aiming for me and just missed?

How...
How you know that for sure?

I know that it doesn't matter.

Because Carl's dead.

I shot him.

You wanted to see me?

I heard one of the thieves got killed.

Was it him?
Was it the man who hurt my son?

We believe it was

his partner.

So this guy's still out there?

I noticed you haven't posted bail yet.

Well, I tried.

All my bank accounts
have been cleared out.

Who else had access
to that account?

Ten K. Just like you said.

Kev, buddy,

we've been over this.

It's 50K, not ten.

I'm so- I'm sorry.

I- I thought you said ten.

You want to get in next week,

you better bring me another envelope.

But I cleared
my mom's bank accounts.

That's the last of her money.
That's my problem how?

Charming.

Joseph Ranzone.

We've been looking for you, Joey.

Turn around.

Aw, what the hell is this?

Illegal card games,

stealing money from a kid-
does that ring a bell?

Go inside, Kevin.

So, you're taking
advantage of the kid,

letting him back in games.

He's in no condition
to be gambling.

You're going to give
him back every dime today.

I was just messing with him.
I wasn't going to keep it.

You ever been to jail?

Hey, no sweat, all right?

Pump the brakes.

What if I told you something
about this morning's game?

I think you better.

There was another player at the
game that wanted Paxton there.

And who was that?

The rapper, Isaiah Stiles.

He called me nonstop for
two weeks about making sure

Paxton was at the game.
I got a question.

Why would a rapper want
to kill a movie producer?

How should I know?

I was just trying to get him
to the game.

Fold.

My man.
You came through for me.

Favors aren't free, all right?

Here.
Does that clear my balance?

I take cash only, hip-hop.

What'd you get for it?

He offered a diamond.

A real flashy piece.
You got it on you?

Do I look like a pawn shop?

Cash only.

You can prove this, of course?

Yeah, I got half a dozen
rants on my voice mail.

Check it, Frank.

It's all here.

The guy was relentless.

Joseph, you don't know relentless.

This is harassment.

You have absolutely no right
to drag me back in here.

Okay, why don't you have a seat?

My man Stiles.
Hey, listen to this.

Yo, Joey, it's Stiles again.

Listen, I know you've been
ducking my calls,

so let me remind you.

Work your magic. Make sure
Paxton's at that game

and I'll make it
worth your while, okay?

Was that you?

Kind of proves

that you made sure Paxton was at
a game where he was murdered.

All it proves is that
I wanted him at the game.

Ooh-wee, you are shining, Stiles.

Man, ooh, need some shades.

You mind if we take a
look at your rings? Why?

It's the same rings I had on earlier.

All day?
All day.

You know what,
just-just let her have a look then.

Just a look.

Just a little peek.

Thank you.

Hey.

Oh, what, y'all do appraisals now?

You got jokes.

This one's clean.

Like me.

Well, see, now that's weird.
This one's not.

This one has glass
particles all over it.

Which proves that you scored
the glass at the hotel

to help the robber.

You lied to me.

You organized that robbery.

You ordered the murder of
Benjamin Paxton, didn't you?

Didn't you?!

You know what?
What?!

You set up the robbery and
the murder. No, you know what?

Paxton got exactly what he deserved

after what he did to me.

Okay?

The man hires me as the lead role

in his movie, City Streets.

I made the soundtrack off
my own dime- my own dime!

And then out of the blue,
out of nowhere,

he goes and fires me
right before filming.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey!

My agent called me, said you replaced
me with some British actor or something?

What's up, man?
Yeah, I'm going in a different direction.

Different...
This was my movie, my franchise.

Your franchise?
Yeah, I already

blew half a mil of my own cash
prepping a soundtrack, doing...

Hey, whose fault is that?

You want the truth?

Huh? You never had the real edge
I was looking for.

Word got out about what he said.

Doors started shutting.

My label dropped me.

Fans turned on me.

All you got in this town

is your rep.
That's it.

And Paxton took mine from me.

So you wanted to take
everything from him.

What the hell you think?

I called some old friends, yeah.

They pointed me to the guy

that was hitting those
poker games around town,

so I told him about
today's poker game.

I told him about the pot.

He says he wants in,
I said I wanted a cut.

And you helped him
by scoring the glass.

That way he could come in shooting,
distract everyone

and then his partner
Carl Raines could shoot Paxton.

Now see,
you got it all wrong, sweetheart.

I thought you were smart cops.

You see, he never even knew
my boy Carl was in the vent.

They weren't partners?
No.

You double-crossed the robber.

You set the robber up to take
the fall for Paxton's murder.

Ta-da.

It's like they do it in the movies.

You set somebody else up
to take the fall.

You know, Paxton would have
appreciated the irony.

Yeah, well, this isn't a movie.

So give it up, snitch.

I want a name right now
for the robber.

Or else what?

Or else I'll damage more than
your little reputation.

You got it?

Alonzo Santoya.

Put your hands where
I can see them, brother.

Get 'em up.

Turn around slowly.

You got to be kidding me.

Horatio, he was at
the crime scene this morning.

Turn around.

All right, everybody back off.

You're interfering with an investigation.
Somebody die?

Hey, I said back off.

Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles, the rapper.

Best place to hide-

in plain sight.
Apparently not, Alonzo.

Stiles set me up.

Made it look like I hit that producer.

I didn't hurt anyone; I never have.

Kevin Bowers.

What, am I supposed
to know that name?

You should know his name because
you took his whole life from him.

Take him, Frank.

Let's go.

You are pathetic!

I hope you...
We got it from here, all right?

We'll take care of it.

Go home, Mrs. Bowers.
Go home.

Is this where you

rough me up, chief?

You know,
that's really going to be up to you.

I want you

to give that kid back every dime.

I don't do business that way.

You heard what I said.
Every dime.

Kevin, baby, is that you?

I told you not to slam the door.

It's all here.
What is all this?

It's all the money I lost-
your money.

Second mortgage.

How did you do this?

I'm sorry for all this, Mom.

I just hope that this
can make it right.

Oh, God, baby.

You don't have to apologize.

I love you, no matter what.

You always remember that, okay?