All language subtitles for CSI Miami. S10E14. Last Straw

Whoa!

911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, I'm out here
on Old Palm Road.

There's a horse running around
out in the middle of the road.

There's blood on the saddle,
and the rider's missing.

You best send someone quick.

All right.
No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Down, girl. Relax.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, down.

Okay, okay, all right.

Stay down. Just relax.

Nope. Oh. No, no, no.

Ya crazy horse.

Uh... Good girl.
That's it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Nope.

No, no, no, no, no.
Enough with the hooves.

You're gonna brain somebody.

Now I know why I'm not a Mountie.

Nope, no, no, no, no, no.

Girl, no, no, no.

He's a gelding, and I guarantee you

he's more afraid of you
than you are of him.

Do you have a mint?
What?

Not for you, for the horse.
Oh.

Thanks.

It's okay.

Calleigh, that horse is nuts.

Be careful.

It's all right.

Easy.

Calleigh.
Easy, fella. There you go.

Calleigh,
don't put your fingers in his mouth!

Oh.

It's all right, sweetheart.

Whatever you saw, it's over now.

How'd you do that?

I just got his mouth working.

It relaxes his neck muscles.

There's blood near the saddle,

and there's some on the rope.

Yeah, but, um,

the, uh, the driver said
that he didn't see any injuries

to the horse itself.

So this blood must
have come from our rider.

They must have been injured

when they were still in the saddle.

We need to figure out
where this horse is from.

Yeah, witnesses saw
the horse come over the fence.

So, I'll, uh,
I'll followed the trampled grass,

and... you stay with the horse.

Okay.

Hey, Calleigh.

Yeah, I found our rider.

There's another frayed rope,

just like the one we found on the horse.

Yeah, from scraping back and
forth against the branch.

She was hanged.

Guessing the killer tied the two ropes

together, threw it over that branch,

but then the knot broke
when the horse ran away.

Well, it looks like a lunge line.

A kind of rope used to exercise horses.

The killer used the horse
as a pulley to hang her.

Yes, he did.

He wanted her to suffer.

Which she did.

Let's make sure he does.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

Joanna Toring?

That's right.

An officer showed me a photo of the murder.

Said you wanted to talk to me.

You're the stable owner, right?

Did you recognize the victim?

It's Cassidy.

Cassidy Weller.

She started boarding
her horse here, Chestnut,

earlier this month.

Is there anybody she didn't get along with?

Not that I know of,

but we really didn't talk much.

You handle the clientele yourself?

No, um, that would be my daughter.

Elle!

This is Lieutenant Caine.

He's going to ask you some questions.

I really have to call my husband.

He's in Tallahassee
on business,

but he'll want to get back here
as soon as possible.

You knew Cassidy?

Um...

Not really, no.

I-I knew her horse, Chestnut.

She took him out every morning.

In fact, she took him out this morning.

- Where is he?
- He's at the vet.

Is he okay?

He will be.

Did you see Cassidy this morning?

No, uh,
she rides before I come here to feed.

I ask you because she
was murdered with a lunge line.

We need to find out
if it came from your stable.

Okay.

So, the killer knocked her out first,

then hung her.
It also explains

the blood you found
on the rope and saddle.

I take it you'll want the rope.

Please.

Hey, Tom, look at this.

Looks like a dangly necklace.

I'm surprised a seasoned rider
would wear something like that.

It could get caught.

Greek letters on the chain.

Phi Gamma Alpha.

That's a sorority.

This woman looks to be in her early 30s.

You know, for some,
a sorority is a lifelong commitment.

This young woman's commitment is over.

I think it's safe to say the lunge lines

Probably came from these empty hooks.

Yeah, problem is hundreds of people

have access to this tack room.

This is the stall where
Cassidy kept her horse.

And Elle Toring

said that Chestnut
was taken out every morning.

So, what looks out of place?

Nothing in here.

Just shavings, oats,

some cleaning supplies.

Hey.

Looks like someone

was doing more than cleaning in here.

Looks like it.

Let's find out who, Eric.

There is tearing in the pelvic area,

but the contusions
aren't yellow or brown.

They're recent.

She had intercourse this morning.

Well, that explains the condom wrapper.

And the condom would
explain why there's

no DNA present.

I noticed a red mark here on her thigh.

What is that?

An abrasion.

Could also be from sexual activity.

Hm.

We got tears, an abrasion--

I mean,
this doesn't sound like consensual sex.

Well...

willing or not,

this hair could help you
find out who was with her.

Sorry to hear about Cassidy.

She was a good one.

Really, Mr. Quint?

Is that why we found
your DNA all over her?

Because she was a good one?

We found a torn condom wrapper
in her horse's stall.

You were with her this morning.

Cassidy and I, we, uh,
kept it really casual.

We both had busy days,

so we met at the stable.

And...

And we...

...baked pies
and sang Christmas carols.

We had sex; that's not a crime.

I mean, you make it sound
like it was consensual.

It was.

You're in our system for
statutory rape, Mickey.

Well, you call it statutory rape,

I call it a miscommunication of age.

We've got ligature marks and abrasions.

That looks like rape to us.

Cassidy liked it rough.

Kink's not a crime, either.

Just because vanilla people can't deal.

You're not in here for kink.

You just admitted to us
you're the last person

to see her before she was murdered.

So, Mickey Quint admitted
to tying our victim up.

But we still need hard evidence

to tie him to the actual crime scene.

And you expressed the
desire to do field work,

and here we are, literally in a field.

Great.
So where do we start?

We start everywhere,

'cause the horse scattered our evidence.

Yeah, I heard that horse
didn't like you very much.

What?

I'm like a horse whisperer, man.

Who told you that?
Walter?

I'll start in this far quadrant.

Okay, I'll...

I got big news.

I found a half-eaten chili dog,
and I think I might have

food poisoning by proxy.

This rock has blood on it.

Maybe it was used
to strike Cassidy.

It's terr-- Oh, God.

Samantha,
I don't want to freak you out.

There's a snake over there.

- Don't-- no, don't touch it!
- That is not a snake.

Don't touch the snake!

It's a riding crop.

Oh.

Yeah, it's a riding crop.

It is a crop.

You're right.
I was playing

a practical joke on... you.

And this riding crop belongs to RP.

I guess we're gonna have to ask
the stable owner who RP is.

That's right, ladies.

Sip.

Down. Repeat.

One more time.

Sip. Down.

Repeat.

Nice.

Is she teaching them how to sip a straw?

Sip.

Down. Repeat.

She's teaching them the proper
way to sip through a straw.

Phi Gamma Alpha, huh?

Cassidy Weller was

a member, as well.

And remember,
a girl who slurps is bound to burp.

Yeah, proud day for the Greeks.
All right, ladies!

Party's over!

Put down the straws. MDPD.

Rachel Petrella.

O-Okay, girls.

Everything's fine.

Till next time.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Rachel, I'm Calleigh Duquesne.

This is Walter Simmons.

We're with Miami-Dade Police Department.

Joanna Toring told us that you
board your horse at her stable.

And that sometimes you
rode with Cassidy Weller.

Yeah, that's right.

I heard about Cassidy.

It's just awful.

So, Rachel, do you mind telling
us why we found your riding crop

out at our murder scene this morning?

I must have dropped it when I
took Abracadabra out yesterday.

Abra has a soft mouth.

I didn't even notice it was gone.

So you did not see Cassidy this morning?

No.
I-I didn't get a ride in today.

I had a court date.

I'm going through a divorce.

It's a bureaucratic nightmare.

I'm just glad I didn't take his last name.

And what would that be?

Just for reasons of checking your alibi.

Quint.

Mickey Quint.

May I?

Yes.
Thank you for your time.

Mickey Quint.

That's Cassidy's last roll in the hay.

Mr. Quint,

are you getting divorced
because of Cassidy Weller?

No.

I told you, the thing I had

with Cassidy was casual.

There's nothing casual about murder.

Did you kill Cassidy Weller

because she was sleeping
with your husband?

You mean my soon-to-be ex-husband.

Which is why we were
in court this morning.

You know, that is the perfect alibi,

one that would be on record.

Did you pay someone to kill her?

We have you on camera at
your office before the murder.

Right. I have an alibi.

Yet your divorce hearing was scheduled

at the exact same time.

Who did you pay to kill her?

It's my understanding that
you and Cassidy were friends.

All through college.

Both officers in the same sorority.

What happened?

What happened is that homemaking ho

started sleeping with my husband.

Normally, Mr. Quint,

someone is punctual when a judge
is dividing their assets.

Why were you late

to the proceedings with Miss Petrella?

Mr. Quint, answer the question

or you're going to prison.

Why were you late?

Rachel called me, okay?

She said that she was gonna be late.

She asked me to be late, too,

so that it wouldn't sway
the judge one way or the other.

Rachel, thanks to
your ex-husband,

we know that you were late
to court this morning.

Why were you late?

Is that when you killed Cassidy?

Please.

I wouldn't spit on that woman
if she were on fire.

Hey, is that Chestnut's tack?

His what?

His tack.
It's the saddle, the bridle and the girth.

Oh. Yes. Um, the vet's still
checking out the horse,

but he sent it over.

Were there any fingerprints on the saddle?

I haven't gotten to it yet;
I'm still checking

for trace on the bridle.

Do you mind if I take
a look at the saddle, then?

No, go right ahead.

All right, well, that's a bust.

No fingerprints.

Hmm.
Got some damage there, though.

Do you see that?

Looks like white powder.

Uh, let me smell it.

Go crazy.

Okay,
I think we should test it to be positive,

but this might be sodium hydroxide.

Lye?

Yes.
They use it to muck stalls.

It's the strongest base in nature.

Girls.

Horatio asked me to get a list

of all the Phi Galph members, class of 2002.

Same year as Rachel and Cassidy.

Think you ought to take a look.

Oh, my God.

Elle Toring.

That's the stable owner's daughter.

Phi Galph member, too.

She doesn't seem the type.

Maybe that's the problem.

Elle, you mentioned to us

that you didn't really
know Cassidy Weller.

We tested Cassidy's saddle for lye.

You have lye on your boots.

I muck the stalls.

And we know you were in the
same sorority back in college.

Lots of Phi Galphs
stable their horses with us.

My mom was a Phi Galph, too.

But Cassidy was your sorority president,
and now she's dead.

Cassidy only talked to the other
officers during house meetings.

We barely spoke.

What kind of president was she?

She expected a lot from us.

But, you know,

that was, uh...

that was Cassidy's job.

To make us the best,
any way she knew how.

Inspection time, ladies.

Mm-hmm.

You call that a flat stomach?

How many crunches did you do today?

And look at your skin.

It's so pale and coarse.

Do you moisturize?

And you.

You, you, you.

You are just...

you're just so bland.

I don't even know what to do with you.

Sororities are not easy.

Girls can be pretty petty

and mean...

and people hold grudges because of it.

Yeah, I-I'm sorry.

Um...

I... I've been through a lot lately.

I... I lost my job, I had to move home.

It's just been really hard.

I'm...

I'm pathetic.

I don't agree with that.

Listen.

I-I'll admit...

I've dreamt of wanting Cassidy dead,

of wanting all of them dead, but...

I would never actually do it.

Can you believe the cops thought
I had something to do with

the death of that tramp?

I don't know who killed her,

but if I did, I'd give the guy a medal.

I'm good, sweetie.

And then I'd give him another one

if he took care of Mickey, too.

Hey.

Hey, who's out there?

Who the hell is in here?

What the hell?

Help!

Help!

Help me! Help!

Hey!

Can anybody hear me?

Help!

Help!

Help, somebody help me!

Can someone hear me?

Is anyone out there?

Someone... help me!

Help me! Help!

Help! Help me!

Can anybody...

Right through that door there.

Have an EMT ready for me ASAP.

Get out of the way!

Give me cutters.

So you are the owner,
and you're the one that

called it in, is that correct,

Mr. Flynn?
Right, right.

I came back from lunch.

I realized Rachel's
appointment was going over,

so I went in, saw the bike lock

and un... and unplugged the bed.

And none of your people saw anybody

coming in or going out of this room?

No, no, we're short-staffed,
and it was busy.

This is gonna kill my business.

What an ugly way to die.

Cooked in a box?

Yeah, I second that.

She didn't die from being cooked.

It would take someone several
days in that box to get...

tanned to death.

Well, then how did she die?

She died from hypoxia.

See the bluing

of her nail beds and lips?

Suggests a lack of oxygen.

I thought these self-enclosed tanning beds

have their own oxygen supply system.

Whoa.

The air system button's in the on position.

Hey, guys.

The killer disabled the air system.

Still, there should have been space

for oxygen to get in there, right?

Yeah, except there's a piece
of tape over the air vent.

- Help me!
- And if our victim

was stuck inside, thrashing
around, trying to get out...

She would have run out
of her own oxygen supply.

Walter?

See this?

Phi Gamma Alpha.

There's UV-resistant tape here.

It's in the shape
of the same letters.

What were the initials that Calleigh found

on Cassidy Weller's necklace?

Phi Gamma Alpha, just like the sorority.

Killer's sending us a message.

Yeah, he's killing the
women in this sorority.

Those the police reports
involving Phi Galphs?

Yep.

That's a lot of stuff.

Ah, just drunk and disorderly,
drunk and disorderly.

Standard use of a higher education.

Whoa.

Surprise, surprise.

What's wrong?

Liam Flynn.

He owned the spa where
Rachel Patrella was murdered.

That's right.

He was also arrested in 2000

by Dade U campus police

for pulling the fire alarm
at the Phi Galph house.

Where he also

locked the front door

so the sisters
couldn't get out.

So they thought that
they were gonna burn alive.

Yeah.

You know what he used to lock the exit?

What?

A bike lock.

Just like our killer used
to lock Rachel Patrella

in the tanning bed.

Yes, it's a bike lock.

Do I get a prize now?

You do.
Yeah, jail time,

since you used it to lock
Rachel Patrella in one

of your tanning beds.

Look, we know you have a history

with bike locks and Rachel's sorority.

You must have really hated Phi Galph.

I did. In college.

Look, my girlfriend was a Phi Galph,

and her sisters,
they forced her to break up with me.

Who was your girlfriend?

What's her name?

Elle.

Elle Toring.

Look, that decision...

killed Elle to make.

How do you know?

She came to me, like,
a month ago to apologize.

Elle, what-what are you doing here?

Liam, I, uh...

I wanted to say that

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for breaking up with you.

A little late, don't you think?

Look, that was a long time ago, okay?

You and all that sorority crap,
that's all in my rearview now.

Okay?

Liam?

Liam, I'm done with all of
that sorority crap, too.

I hate them.

Why now?

Why would Elle come to you now?

She, uh,
she got a ten-year reunion invitation.

It stirred everything up.

Look...
I got over Elle and her sorority, okay?

Seems to me like Elle's the one who didn't.

I thought Liam and I
were gonna be together forever.

And then Rachel and Cassidy
found out about us.

And they told me he was
too downscale for Phi Galph.

And they made you break up with him?

They said they'd kick me out
of the sorority if I didn't.

You're not good enough for me.

I thought you loved me.

Angrier, Elle.

Really sell me on it; say,
"I don't date blue collar""

Please, no.
I can't do that to him.

Say it!

Say it, or you're out, Elle.

I don't date blue collar, Liam.

I loved Liam...

but...

I thought I loved being a Phi Galph more.

Is that your bike?

Yeah.

Could you open this gate for me?

Do you have a lock for the bike?

I used to.

Not anymore.

I got some UV-resistant tape here, H.

Same kind we found
on Rachel Patrella's dead body.

You mind explaining this?

I use it in the greenhouse.

We're done talking.

I agree.

Hands behind your

back, please.
No.

- Ma?
- What are you doing?

This is crazy.
You can't do this.

Elle, don't worry, we'll get you out.

Elle?
What the hell is going on?

Dan, do something.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
what are you arresting her for?

We're charging her with murder.

Murder?
What are you talking about?

Take her, please.

Elle, it's gonna be okay.
I'll get you out, I promise.

Mr. Toring, that may be a
promise you can't keep.

Elle, don't worry,
I'll figure out what's going on here.

Everything's gonna be okay.
I love you, Elle.

Mrs. Toring,

we've turned up some more
information on your daughter.

According to the records,
Elle was given

sorority alumni status her
sophomore year at Dade U.

Now, I happen to know that that
means she was kicked out.

Yes, she was kicked out.
That doesn't prove anything.

Okay, well, what about this?

We found this on Cassidy's body.

Now, I thought that it was odd

that such a seasoned
equestrian would be wearing

such a loose necklace
when they were riding,

and then it occurred to me,
this isn't Cassidy's lavaliere.

It's Elle's, isn't it?

What if there were
extenuating circumstances?

Like what?

Elle was picked on in high school

and hoped that by going to college,

and becoming Phi Galph,

she could start over,
but Rachel and Cassidy had it out for her.

Why?

Because she was a legacy.

She was accepted
because I was Phi Galph.

And I kept pushing her to do it

because of what a great
experience it was for me.

But for her, it was just the opposite.

They thought she didn't fit in.

What kind of things did they do?

They treated her like an outcast.

And after everything she did

to make them try to like her,
they kicked her out.

We've tried so hard to mold you, Elle,

but there's just no use.

We're pink-slipping you.

You're out.

She dropped out of school.

She couldn't socialize.

She couldn't hold a job.

Is that when she moved back home

and worked at your stables?

Yes.
And then, Rachel and Cassidy found out

and started boarding their horses there.

And they just picked up where
they left off, harassing Elle.

You forgot to brush Chestnut today.

No, no, I groom him every morning.

He likes it.

Rachel and I agree.

You're the most pathetic
person we've ever met.

You should just kill yourself.

Why did you let them stable
their horses there?

Because...

Elle never told us these were the ones

that were tormenting her in school.

I never knew until that day at the stable.

Please.

If my daughter did this,

it's because she was driven to it.

She hasn't spoken
since we brought her in.

Think she's good for it?

The evidence points to it.

Mm-hmm.

You know, Joanna did say

that Elle brushed Chestnut
every day after he came back

from being ridden.

It's possible that if she
did brush Chestnut today

that there could be evidence from the killer

on one of the brushes.

That is, if Elle's not the killer.

There's only one way to find out.

Whoa.

There they are.

You want me to get 'em?
Um...

No.
No, no, no, I got this. I got this.

Yeah.

Okay, all right.
Okay, all right.

Whoa! Whoa.

Hey, buddy.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

And you're not gonna...
you're not gonna hurt me, are you?

Like that?

Oh. Well, look at that.

You really are a horse whisperer.
Yeah.

Hey, what do you got, Natalia?

Well, I pulled epithelials
from the hard brush,

but the sample was too degraded
to get an exact DNA match.

Oh.

Oh.

The sample is telling us
that the DNA is male.

But then again, that doesn't help, either,

because there are
hundreds of male owners

that are boarding their horses
at the stable, so...

Yeah, but there's only one
who had access to the area

where we found the tape.

Only my wife and daughter deal
with the horses.

I... I don't go near them.

Listen...

I-I don't know what this is, but

I'm sorry that I-I grabbed that officer...

I can assure you that's
not what this is about.

So, you flew back in

from Tallahassee early this afternoon, right?

Yeah, I was up there for work.

Where is this going?

What time did your flight get in?

I don't know.

Um... around noon, I think.

I took the first flight out after

I talked to Joanna this morning.

Mr. Toring, attempting to lie
to me is an unwise practice.

Airline said you flew in last night.

Checked into a hotel
so your wife and daughter

wouldn't know you were here?

We found your DNA on
the horse, Mr. Toring.

A horse that you said
that you never went near.

But you did when you killed Cassidy,
didn't you?

But just killing her wasn't enough.

You wanted the people
who found her to know

it was the way
she ran her sorority

that brought this upon her.

And then you moved on to the spa,
and you killed Rachel.

And just like Cassidy,
you wanted people to know

Rachel's cruel death
was justified by the way

she treated everyone else.

All that coming home
in the airport van

with the luggage--
that was all just for show.

Those girls...

ruined my daughter.

Elle...

had such a glow about her
when she was younger.

She... She was such a kind spirit.

And to see it all

just extinguished by a sorority...

Those girls broke her.

You should have seen
the open delight

they took in her pain.

I couldn't stand
to see her like that.

And it wasn't going to stop on its own.

It was for my little girl.

Do you understand?

I do understand.
That doesn't make it right.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant Caine.

I heard about you bringing in my dad.

Elle?

That's why you let me go, isn't it?

He did it.

Elle...

Elle, what's going on?

It's all my fault.

If I was only stronger,

if I was better,

none of this would have happened.

Elle, listen to me.
It's not your fault.

You hear me?
It's not your fault.

Where are you?
Are you at the stables?

It doesn't matter.

I won't be alive by the time you get here.

Elle, don't do this.

I want you to stay

right there!

You were wrong.

I'm pathetic.

Elle, listen to me. Elle?

This is Lieutenant Horatio Caine.

I need immediate assistance at
8238 Knudson Lane.

Possible suicide.

Send ambulance, send backup.

Immediate assistance.

South units, south units. 10-146.

Possible suicide attempt in progress.
8238 Knudson Lane.

Toring Stables.
Ambulance en route.

Oh, no. Elle!

Elle.

Elle! Elle!

Oh, God, no. No!

Breathe.
Breathe.

Elle!

Breathe, sweetie.

Breathe...

Breathe. Breathe.

Hang on, Elle!
Help is coming.

We need oxygen here.
How are the vitals?

160 over 110.

Hi.

I, um...

Thank you.

Of course.

Hey, uh...

I wanted so badly to be
someone else, and, um...

then I-I just wanted it to end.

Elle, you've given these girls
ten years of your life.

That's enough.

How do I start over?

You choose a new road.

A new road.