All language subtitles for CSI Miami. S10E17. At Risk

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Morning, Coach.

Morning.
Hey, uh, came to tell you

a couple lights are burned
out in the locker room.

Uh, I tried to fix them but, uh, no luck.

Um, I'm waiting on a
electrician to call me back.

But, uh, the bathroom's
nice and clean for you.

Thanks, Rossie.
Mm-hmm.

Ross?

Rossie?

Rossie?

Ross?

Hey!

Ross?

Hey!

Hey!

Ross!

What's going on?

Ross!

No, wait! Oh!

Help! Help!

Help...!

Oh, my God, Coach.

Coach, I'm coming!

Hang on, Coach!

Coach! Hey!

No!

There's a wild dog loose
at Millington Tennis Academy.

I think it killed somebody.

Oh, good boy!

Good boy! Back!

Walter!

Where are you with the tranquilizer?!

Hey, hey, okay!
Okay, move over!

Move!

Just shoot!

Sorry, buddy.

Body of Ross Hemmet's
inside the locker room.

He's a facility's custodial manager.

Okay, can we have a minute please?

Mr. Hopper, Lieutenant Caine.

Can you tell us what happened?

Ross and I have been working
together for the last 18 years.

If he hadn't come running in
and opened that door, I...

So, what you're saying is

Someone locked you inside

with the dog.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Who else knew you were here?

My routine is always the same.

I get here early for a morning workout.

And then I shower and hit the courts

for film breakdown with the kids.

So, someone knew that routine, didn't they?

If it hadn't been for Ross...

...it could have been me in there.

He saved my life.

Yes, he did.

Why would somebody do this?

I don't know

but you've clearly got an enemy.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

Hey, here he comes, come on!
That's him!

This is it,
let's go.

My condolences to our custodian,
Ross Hemmet's, family.

He was a good friend,

and what happened here today

cannot be put into words.

Again, for those of you

just joining us at this hour,

an employee on the campus of
world renowned tennis coach

Larry Hopper's
Millington Tennis Academy,

was killed this morning.

Sources close to
the investigation

are telling us this was
an attack by a wild dog.

So what do we know about
our homicidal canine?

No tags, but he's got these, check it out.

Battle scars, huh?

Some fresh...
some old.

He's a fighting dog.

Yep,

which means Cujo here could be
worth a lot of money to someone.

Hey, Mitch, you got your RFID scanner?

RFID scanner?
What's that?

You're not an animal owner, are you?

No.

I got a fat goldfish and
a dying plant at home.

Yeah, I bet.

Well, in case a pet is lost or stolen,

there's an RFID chip implanted

usually behind the neck.

Stores all the owners info.

Ooh.

We're in business.

Mason Torres?

Yeah.

The RFID chip in this dog says
your its registered owner.

Oh, my God.
That's Brutus.

What happened to him?
Is he okay?

Your dog, Brutus, killed a man

at Millington Tennis Academy this morning.

Oh, God.

I hoped to find this crazy dog, I just...

I never imagined this.

You never imagined?

Based on the scars on that dog,

you got exactly what you wanted, Mr. Torres.

Looks like you bred that dog to put him

on the fighting circuit
and make some cash.

I rescued this dog.

That's what I do, see?

I rescue fighting dogs and retrain them.

I just never got a chance with Brutus.

Here, look.

Someone broke in--

see?-- stole him.

Where were you this morning, Mr. Torres?

I was in Palm Beach.

Doing what?

I was rescuing other dogs, like this one.

Now, if that's a crime,

then arrest me.

We're investigating a murder here,

and that attitude of yours,

you're walking a fine line, Mr. Torres.

Anything yet?

Yeah, this racket is cracked.

Maybe it was used for self-defense.

Maybe.

Wait, did you see this?

Look at that.

Huh.

That's how they locked the doors.

They wedged the racket
in between the handles.

Want to see what else it can tell us?

Yeah.

No, not a single print,

fiber, or biological on this racket.

Doesn't mean the racket won't talk to us.

Hi, Tom.

You realize you don't work
on this floor, right?

Oh, no, I actually called him.

Uh, you may not know this about Tom, but

he was an amazing
tennis player in college.

Tom? Really?

T-This Tom was?

Yeah, I witnessed it firsthand.

We actually play on weekends sometimes.

You guys hang out on weekends?

You wanted me to look at a tennis racket?

Yeah, please.

Is there something that we're not seeing?

You'd be surprised
what a racket can tell you.

They're often uniquely customized.

For example, this racket

did not belong to a beginner.

How can you tell?

Beginners use larger, lighter rackets

with a bigger sweet spot for power.

Then there's the graphite
frame, hybrid strings,

to increase topspin accuracy
and distance.

This racket is custom made for a pro.

But there are a lot of pros at that club,

so I don't know how
we'd narrow it down to just one.

String tension.

Every pro uses a totally
unique tension setting.

There's a Web site that lists them by player.

Proshopstrings.com.

Mm-hmm.

Cross string...

tension is...

52.6.

Main string...

54.3.

All right.

Oh, it says these tensions
are used by Jack Brody.

Says he's one of the top ranking
players in the world.

The Jack Brody?

Yeah.

He's amazing.

You know, I think a flyer

at my tennis club said he's in town.

Here you go, boys.

There you go.

Thanks.

Jack Brody.

Yeah.

Jack,

your racket was used in a murder.

I won two majors last year.

I hand my racket out to a lot of people.

Souvenirs for fans.

Fair enough.

Talk about Coach Hopper, Jack.

The man can be a little bit ruthless,

but he molded me into a champion.

Ruthless how?

Grueling three-a-days under the Miami sun,

insisting on perfection.

Yeah,
I'm sure he's got his share of enemies.

You want to talk about your injury?

I was up early on my morning run.

I headed towards the showers

and I heard all the screaming.

Coach!
By the time I got there,

the dog already finished off Rossie.

He turned on me,

took a nip, and then ran off
when I whacked him.

I called 911 right after that.

You can ask 'em.

Problem is, Jack,

why didn't you stick around to talk to us?

Wow.

You see this?

That crazy mutt ripped through my jacket

and nearly tore my arm off.

I just got back from the hospital.

Five stitches

and rabies shots.

I tried to help the coach and Mr. Hemmet

and that is all I did.

All right?

He was robbing me blind.

I flush 40 grand a year

down the toilet on his stupid academy,

Robbie still can't play tennis.

So you went into the men's
shower to find the coach?

Yeah,

I was demanding my money back.

Hopper!

Coach Hopper!

Mrs. Wells,
this is the men's locker room.

I don't care what room this is.

Robbie's not getting any better;
I want my money back.

Okay, well, tuition is nonrefundable.

40 grand; he can't even rush the net.

Well, it's all there in your contract.

You know, the one you signed.

I'm gonna get another coach

who will actually teach my kid something.

No coach in the world

could make your son a better tennis player.

He is a scam artist.

So you just decided you're
gonna teach him a lesson?

You're gonna release
a wild dog on him today?

Oh, please.

Look at me--
I don't handle wild animals.

I wear them.

I just wanted my son

to play tennis.

I don't even like tennis, Mom.

You know, you might want to
listen to your son, Ms. Wells.

You can go.

Let's go.

She seemed pretty pissed off
about the tuition.

You think the other parents
reacted the same?

I guess we'll find out.

Come on, Alex. Oh, come on!

Come on,
you can do better than this.

Serve that same one to him
again. Come on.

Remember what hurts today
helps you win tomorrow.

My sentiments exactly.

Janice Wells wanted
her tuition money back.

Is she the only one?

Not by a long shot.

You tell parents the truth, that their kids

can't go the distance, they go ballistic.

But they all know that
I don't keep that money.

Then where does it go?

To scholarship students.

You know, the ones that are
long on talent, short on dough.

That money becomes a
charitable tax write-off.

It's a win-win.

We need to check your records,

see which parents you might've pissed off.

$80,000 tuition deposit--
Jackson twins?

60,000 to a car dealership?

Coach bought a few cars for kids

who couldn't afford transportation.

He always makes sure
everyone has an equal shot.

Wow, sounds like you got
a lot of respect for Coach.

I should.

I was a scholarship student for ten years.

This camp raised me.

Hmm.

Austin North.

Didn't you find a home
for him and his sister recently?

I did.

Pine Drive.
That's their foster mother's address.

How in the world could she
afford the 40 grand?

She didn't.

Austin's here on donations.

Wow!

Hundred thousand dollars
miscellaneous expenditure?

That's from ten years ago.

You don't even need to look at the screen?

You know which transaction
we're talking about?

You must know what it was for.

I'm not at liberty to discuss it.

Okay, look.

You're a good employee;
you're very loyal to your coach.

I understand that,
but someone did try and kill him today.

I showed you the ledgers,

and if you want the backup docs,
I'll have to ask Coach.

I'm late for an appointment.

Okay.

A hundred grand for
miscellaneous charges?

I think it's time to define miscellaneous.

Hey, Walter,
I'll catch up with you at the car.

Okay.

Excuse me.
Oh.

Sorry.

No. Hi.

I'm Calleigh Duquesne.

I'm Stacy McCann.
Nice to meet you.

I-I'd wanted to check in and see if

I could locate one of your students,
Austin North.

Oh, yes, I know Austin.

Um, well,
his age group doesn't practice until 3:00.

Oh, okay.
Well, thanks.

I'll come back.

Is there a particular
reason that you wanted

to speak with Austin?

We know each other from a prior case,

and he's had a tough year.

I didn't want him to see us

and have it bring back bad memories.

That's very thoughtful.

Well, would you like me to call
you as soon as I see him?

That'd be great.

Here's my card.

Thanks, Ms. McCann.

Thank you, Ms. Duquesne.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Well, here they are--

Millington's financials
over the last 12 years.

Ah, waiting for that.

Let's hope they kept good records.

Let's see..
'99, 2000, 2001, 2002.

Missed one.
Hmm?

Mm.

"MDPD"
What's this?

Must've in been there when I picked it up.

Addressed to us?

It's a page from a deposition transcript.

When did he first touch you
inappropriately?

Coach Hopper invited me
into the locker room.

And then he locked the door
behind me.

He said no one would
believe me if I told.

Inappropriate touching?

There's a motive.

Somebody wanted this kid
at the top of the suspect list.

Yeah, but his name's redacted.

Whoa, whoa.
Check this out, Sarge.

It's dated February 2002.
2002.

That was about the time
the academy shelled out

that hundred grand.

What do you want to bet
Coach Hopper paid to make

this lawsuit go away.

Yeah, till now.

Time's up, Mr. Hopper.

That settlement was sealed and confidential.

How did you get access to it?

Bringing all this up
just tarnishes the academy.

You didn't think about that

before you started abusing minors?

Hold on.

A settlement does not mean
a crime in fact was committed.

Look, I work with a lot of children.

That puts me in the crosshairs.

Sometimes parents put funny
ideas in their kids' heads

to try and get a payday.

And sometimes they don't.

Look, I didn't do anything,
but we all know

a false accusation
is as damning as a real one.

False or not,

the boy in that deposition
could be our killer.

We need the boy's name.

I can't.
I-I can't talk about it.

It's part of the agreement.

You know, Mr. Hopper,

Mr. Hemmet gave up his life for you today.

I think you owe him something.

What happened to Rossie makes me sick.

He was a loyal employee

and a loyal friend.

Where's your loyalty?

You don't want to help us bring
your friend's killer to justice?

Mr. Hopper would love to cooperate.

However, legally, I cannot allow him

to give you the name you're looking for.

We're done here.

I'm sorry, Officers,
I-I wish I could help.

What do you want to do?

I want to find the boy...

whatever it takes.

Your lesson starts in five minutes.

Does it have to be that family?

I thought maybe...

we would get to stay
with you for a while.

Brenda, look!

What's she doing here?

Calleigh!

Oh, my gosh,
I am so glad to see you.

Calleigh.
You are getting so big.

Have you come
to watch me play tennis?

Coach Hopper said I could be
a professional one day.

I would love to see you play tennis.

First I need to talk to
Brenda for just a minute.

Will you wait for me?

Yeah.

Did you come here to check on Austin?

I did.

Yeah, I'm concerned about him.

Well, I-I assure you
he's in good hands.

Brenda, I'm sorry.

It-It's not with you.

Um,
how long has Austin been coming here?

Since he first came to live with me,

about six months.

Okay, I can't really give you

any specifics, but there's somebody here

that's a danger to the kids.

And I think until we get
to the bottom of it,

it's best to keep Austin away.

But I can't take him now.

I have to go back to work.

Would it be okay if I took him?

I don't know.

I'm the foster mom.

No, I-I understand, but it...

Look,

I'll take him for the afternoon.

You come home from work.

I'll call you;
I'll bring him right over, okay?

Okay.

But just for today.

Okay.

What's this?

I'll show you.

Cool.

Can I try?

Of course, they're for you.

Cool.

So, hey, Austin,
I'm gonna be over there.

If you need me, just wave,
and I'll come back, all right?

All right.

Have we got any headway on

who who plaintiff is in the deposition?

No,
the County Clerk isn't returning my calls,

and, uh, this is a photocopy.

So any kind of ink enhancement

wouldn't give us the redacted names.

Hmm.

Well,
there's no reason why that deposition

should have been in the financial papers.

Somebody wanted us to find it.

And in my experience,

even when people are
very careful with a document,

they will typically touch the
envelope with their bare hands.

It's all yours.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah, got something on the clasp.

Okay.

Ethyl alcohol, isopropanol,

glycerin and juniper.

That's hand sanitizer.

I always carry a bottle with me.

Not the juniper type,

but the other kind.

Lucky for us, I just met someone

who's more OCD than you are.

I can't tell you his name.

It just wouldn't be fair

to that poor kid

to be just dragged through all of that again.

I understand that,

but you wouldn't have sent us the deposition

if you didn't want us to figure it out.

Well, yes,
I wanted you to, but that's why

I slipped it into the file boxes anonymously.

All right.
Well, what about Coach Hopper?

How long do you think

he's been taking advantage of the students?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I don't know that he has been.

Look,
I don't know what to think, okay?

There have been rumors,

but I've never actually seen anything.

But the attack this morning...

Exactly!

If someone was willing to do
something so horrible, I...

I just want to keep these kids safe.

If you give us the name
of the person in the deposition,

that is what you'll be doing.

You neglected to mention the settlement,
Andrew.

Give me a minute, will you?

That was a long time ago.
I didn't think it was relevant.

It is relevant,

son, because it keeps you a suspect.

Which is the reason you didn't tell us.

One of Brody's rackets was used
in the attack on Coach Hopper.

You obviously have access
to a bunch of them.

This is a fund-raiser.

Look, you just don't get it.

Andrew, it's understandable that
you'd be upset after what

Coach Hopper did to you.
Please...

We need you to come forward
before more boys are destroyed.

Coach didn't do anything.

I read the deposition, son.

I made it up.
But why?

Why would you lie about it, son?

My parents forced me to.

They saw the chance to cash in
on Coach's fortune.

And you never came clean?

Why would I?

The settlement was sealed.
Coach knows the truth.

We just... put it behind us.

Andrew, it's the past for you,

but for other kids,

it's very much a part of the present.

We need you to come forward.

No more hiding.

Sorry, but you got it wrong.

If Coach really did all those things,

why would I still be working for him?

Just heard from H.

According to Andrew,

there was no motive
for him to attack Hopper.

If that's true,
and the motive wasn't abuse,

what is it?

I have no idea.

I think we need to call in

some current Millington students.

Maybe they can point us
in the right direction.

Yeah, maybe someone saw
some altercation or something.

In the meantime,
we do have a student here to interview.

You gonna be okay with that?

Yeah, I'll talk to him.

Okay.

Oh, hey, that's looking good.

Thanks.

So, Austin,
I want to hear about your tennis coach.

Coach Hopper?
Mm-hmm.

I actually like Coach Jack the best.

Jack Brody?
Mm-hmm.

You know he's been on TV?

I heard that.
It's pretty cool.

Mm-hmm.

He always waits with me

until Brenda comes and picks me up.

And he gave me this
really cool cell phone.

He did?

Here. See?

It's so cool.

Wow.

Yeah.

What did he say to you
when he gave you the phone?

That I could call him anytime,

and no matter what, he'd meet me.

Oh, don't tell Brenda, okay?

Coach Jack told me not to tell her.

Hey, sweetie, I need to tell Brenda.

Do you know why?

No.

You should never trust an adult
who asks you

to keep a secret for them, okay?

You didn't do anything wrong,

but he shouldn't do that.

I need to take this with me for a minute,

but I'll be back.

Sure.

You think Jack Brody is abusing boys?

He spending all this time with Austin.

He bought him a cell phone.

He told him to keep it a secret.

I think it is possible
that Brody is grooming him.

Is Austin okay?
Do you think he actually got to him?

No, I don't.

He's not showing any signs of trauma.

But that still doesn't explain

why somebody would try to kill Hopper.

Maybe Coach Hopper knew Brody's secret.

And then still invited him
to teach at the academy?

He's a big draw.

It's business.

Sometimes money trumps morality.

Maybe.
You know what?

Let's take another look at the evidence.

Okay.

What is that?

Antemortem bite wound.

I know that.

Inside it.

You see it?
Right under that flap of skin.

It's definitely foreign.

Appears to be a piece of fabric.

Could have been introduced
by the canine's teeth.

It's bright blue.

White residue.

Likely some kind of screen print.

Hopefully, that helps.
It does.

I know who our killer is.

That's what the warrant was for?

My jacket?

It's a match.

Jack Brody,
you're under arrest for the murder

of Ross Hemmet and the
attempted murder of Larry Hopper.

Maybe you shouldn't have picked
a weapon that could bite back.

I already told you the dog bit me

when it chased me out of the showers.

Jack, your timeline is wrong.
If the dog had bit you after,

then why was your jacket in Ross' wound?

Math only works if you were bit first;

when you let the dog loose.

All right, I want a lawyer.

Fine, you can call a lawyer, but let me

tell you something.
Once a jury hears

that you tried to kill a man

because he knew you were a pedophile...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I'm no pedophile!

Then why are you giving Austin gifts?!

What, the cell phone?
Yes.

Look, the kid doesn't got anybody!
He's got me.

Well, he's got me, too,
and I wanted him to lean on me!

I wanted him to be able
to get away from...

From what?

Jack?

From Coach Hopper.

That's why I would hang
with Austin after camp,

so Hopper couldn't.

Are you telling me that
Coach Hopper is a threat?

When I went to Millington Academy,

there was rumors about Coach.

A teammate he would
take special interest in

would just start acting weird.

Reclusive.

And then one night,

my roommate told me
that Coach abused him.

And I didn't believe him.

But when I saw him with Austin...

Thanks.

Do you really think I've got what it takes?

I do.

In fact, I think you should start
sticking around after class,

work on that forehand.

Story's exactly the same.

So I approach Coach.

I know what you're planning to do
with Austin in that locker room,

and I'm calling the cops.

Go ahead, Jack.

But let me tell you
how it's gonna go down.

I'm gonna call one of my good friends

at the State Attorney's office,

and they're gonna have
the charges dropped.

Then I'll go to the news.
You go to them,

and you tell them whatever you like.

'Cause then I'm gonna
go to my friend Grant.

You know Grant.

He's a board member.

Well, he owns a publicity firm.

And he's gonna spin this

and leak stories about you
that'll end your tennis career.

I don't care about that, Coach.
Good.

Because whether you have a career or not,

I'm gonna still run this place.

Look, this would have gone on forever.

I-I had to do something.

An innocent man was killed, Jack.

No one else was supposed to be there.

It was an accident.

I wish you'd have come to us first.

My guess is with all this evidence, your

boyfriend over there
at the ASA's got a slam dunk

on this case, huh?
Yeah, maybe.

But I'm more interested in Coach Hopper.

Gotta prove that those
kids are being abused.

I think we should interview
that Andrew Kingman kid.

Hey, buddy.

Geez.
Whoa, geez.

What is wrong with you?

I don't know,
I'm like a chew toy to these dogs.

Maybe it wasn't you he was after.

It's the janitor's clothes.

It's the janitor's clothes.

That explains it.

Got alpha-2u-globulin
all over the janitor's vest.

Pheromones?

Used to establish dominance
among canines.

No!
Provokes aggression.

So Ross Hemmet, the janitor,
was being targeted.

And I bet we'd find those pheromones

on Hopper's towel, too.

Except Jack said Ross'
death was accidental.

And how would he even get
ahold of the pheromones?

You know what?

I think I know someone
who might have access to that.

What are you guys standing
around here for?

You heading home, William?

The name's Mason.

No, it's not.
It's William Diaz.

Says so right here in the photo.

So what?

I changed my name.
That's not a crime.

Killing people is a crime.

Now Jack Brody told us that
his roommate had been abused

by Coach Hopper,
and we think that's you.

So you gave Jack a vicious dog,

then you faked a break-in
to cover your tracks.

Larry Hopper is a freak.

I tried to forget about what he did to me.

I was almost succeeding

until Jack came by a few days ago.

I'm sorry I didn't believe about Coach,
all right?

Look, I was a kid, I didn't understand.
Yeah?

What do you want me to say?

Want me to say thank you? huh?
Hey!

Too little, too late, you understand?!

No, no! I'm working at
the academy right now!

All right?
I saw him with a kid.

Oh, yeah?
You're surprised? Huh?

You saw him with a kid?
That's right!

Guys like him can't stop!

Get out of my face.

No, we're gonna stop him.

We're gonna stop him.

That man deserves to die.

And what about Ross Hemmet?

You and Jack think he deserved to die, too?

Is that why you covered
his clothes with pheromones?

Jack didn't know about that.
I did that on my own.

Did Ross abuse you, too, Mason?

No...

but what he did was just as bad.

You're not supposed to be in here.

Help me.

Please?

We're okay here, Rossie.

I asked him for help,
and he didn't do anything.

He didn't do anything.

He just stood there!
You understand?

He didn't do anything!

You're under arrest, Mason, for the murder

of Ross Hemmet and the
attempted murder of Coach Hopper.

I wanted to save those kids
from what I went through.

Understand?

I understand.

Yeah?

I do. Take him.

This makes me so mad.

These guys are gonna go to prison,

and the abuse they tried
to stop will continue.

What do we do?

Mason agreed to take the stand,

but he's not a reliable witness.
He's a felon.

Yeah.

Coach Hopper will walk

unless we find another
victim to come forward.

Other side.

Wait a minute.
We know one.

Andrew, we need your help.

We know that lawsuit wasn't about

your parents getting money.

It really happened.

We need you to stop covering
for Coach Hopper.

But he wasn't a monster like you're saying.

He was only trying to help me;

to make me better.

Well, that's what he told you.

That's what he wanted you to believe.

But you know in your heart

that that's not true.

Andrew, now is your chance.

You can protect the children at the academy

the way somebody
should have protected you.

I was 12...

when he first...

I thought it was my fault.

Then it just started to feel normal.

Like it was supposed to be this way.

I just didn't want to make him mad.

I looked up to him so much.

Coach Hopper knows that kids
tend to blame themselves.

He relies on that.

He preys on that,
that innocent confusion.

Look, I want to help you.

I do.

But I can't say any of this on the record.

I signed a nondisclosure agreement, remember?

Did the abuse stop
after you signed the agreement?

Andrew,

anything that happened after that date

is not covered by the agreement.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Don't let him keep this power over you.

You can do this.

You can stand up to him.
Stand up for yourself.

Larry Hopper, a respected coach

at the Millington Tennis Academy,

was taken into custody today

and charged with multiple
counts of child molestation

after another employee at
the academy, Andrew Kingman,

came forward and told authorities

that he'd been one
of Mr. Hopper's victims.

I hope that my experience
will help to give anyone

who has ever been a victim of abuse

the courage to come forward.

Watching Coach Hopper in this moment,

I feel vindicated.

He's coming. He's coming.
They're bringing out Hopper now.

Cover my face with my jacket, please.

You've been covered up long enough.

- There he is.
- That's him!

If I ever get my hands on you...

Rot in hell!

You're a monster, Hopper!

Those kids trusted you!

Bring him over here!

Do you have a statement?

Have fun in prison, Hopper.

There's a special place in hell for you!

Look out!
He's got a gun!

Everybody get down!