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( music playing )

( applause and cheering )

( screams )

( applause and cheering )

( speaking Spanish )

Hey. Hey!

Yeah.
I need a cab now.

All right, here.
Take a number.

Never mind.

Dispatch said hit and run.

YELINA:
Paramedics called it in
at oh-five-thirty.

Valets don't recognize her
as a guest of the hotel.

Did they eyewitness
the incident?

Heard it.
Nobody saw a car.

Well, the car definitely
saw her,

didn't it, Alexx?

Pattern of injury?

4,000 pound vehicle

against a skinny
girl like this?

( laughs ):
Multiple points of impact.

Pedestrian rotation.

Being barefoot
didn't help.

No friction to
hold her in place.

Windshield glass.

Tempered.

Driver can't tell you

they didn't know
what they'd hit.

( engine racing )

( glass shattering )

Horatio?

Alexx, take a look
at these tread marks.

They go from
black to light,

and that is
caused by what?

Acceleration.

Hit and run.

Suspect was speeding away.

Nope.

Point of rest.

Point of impact right in front
of that tread.

You're telling me
the driver meant to hit her?

I'm telling you

that our hit and run
is now a murder.

* Yeah!

* Yeah!

* We don't get fooled again

* Don't get fooled again

* No, no!

( shutter clicking )

DUQUESNE:
What have you got, Tim?

Probably more
than he can handle.

Why don't you let a car man deal
with a car incident there?

'Cause most vehicular incidents
are about trace.

You got pink
transmission fluid.

Guy's got a leak.

Tread.

Tire's fingerprints?

Yeah. That happens

when the rubber
doesn't catch up
with the wheel.

( engine racing )

All four tires have
the same pattern.

It's going to make the search
more difficult.

The less unique something is,
the harder it is to find.

DUQUESNE:
Three sets of treads.

He hit her,

backed up,
and hit her again.

Guy wanted to make
sure she was dead.

SPEEDLE:
Whenever somebody
tries to do a lot

in a little time,

accidents happen.

Heat from the collision
softened up the paint.

( tires squealing )

Trace is just as good
as a smoking gun.

Are we sure nobody saw anything?

Well, we're certainly not going

to entrust the investigation
to an eyewitness.

The only thing that matters
is the evidence.

Let's be thorough.

You got it.

How are we doing?

No ID, but a handful
of Benjamins in her pockets.

You think she's a pro?

I was thinking
maybe a SoBe call girl,

but everything about her
says model.

Implants, collagen,
rib removal, weight.

Or lack of it.

Barely out of your teens.

You don't belong here yet.

Let's notify INTERPOL.

Most of these models
are foreign nationals.

Take a look at that.

It looks like glass.

It doesn't look

like windshield glass.
No. It's not
tempered.

It's blue.

Maybe it's from
some type of bottle.

Azuret champagne comes
to mind.

So she fought

with this guy
before he ran her down.

Boy, is he a prize.

All right, I'll tell you what.

Let's send the money
to the lab.

Let's see if we get some
fingerprints off it, all right?

I'll find you.

JENSON:
Victim crosses the street

heading southbound.

Initial impact was here.

Based on autopsy

protocol, fibula
was shattered here.

Tells us suspect's car
has an aerodynamic front.

Super low.

Sent her super high.

Then, according to
autopsy protocol,

after hitting
the windshield,

she cleared the car,
landed on the pavement.

I'm thinking like this.

Okay. Well, let's take it back
to the front bumper.

Anything that aerodynamic has
to be high end.

Give me the stats,
relative to the victim's legs.

( beeping )

( sighs )

Database for grille dimensions,
at your service.

You know what?
Don't even bother.

There's only one car
with a grille that low.

Good work, Ty. Thanks.

It's a Lamborghini.

Diablo.

PPG Code: 0056.

Pearl metallic yellow?

That's it.

How many guys in Miami
you think own that car?

You think own or rent?

That car costs a quarter
of a million dollars,

so we're talking
some serious chedda.

Well, it narrows the field.

You still know that girl
at DMV?

Because I hate
being put on hold.

Yeah. Gina. Why?

Here.

I'm not calling her.

I mean, she's...
Come on, man.

Then I'm going to have
to hear about

how come she never hears
from me,

and I don't want
to deal with that.

Eric, you got
to take them

out to eat once in a while.

You got to
cultivate things.

You're better than that.

I'm going to dial it for you.

CAINE:
Did we get anything

off those hundred dollar bills?

No definite ridges,
but the bills are out

of the Federal
Reserve in Atlanta,

but I'm still working

on a Miami branch
for dispersal.

Okay.

I got a make on that vehicle
that hit our victim.

Registered
to Mr. Scott Mandeville.

Of Mandeville
Modeling Agency.

That guy is
Mr. South Beach.

Yes. Run out of New York
last year.

What is his current address,
Speed?

They got him staying
at the National.

That's where the girl
was killed.

( music playing loudly )

Hey, girls-- the music.

Chill.

You're a cop.

I'm a CSI.

You know this girl?

It's Tess Kimball.

( sighs )

I've been repping her
for about 18 months.

I found her at a go-see
for a Vogue layout.

She's from Houston,
of all places.

Even has the accent.

How did that happen?

Actually, I was hoping
you could tell me.

Me?

And how would I know?

The paint from your car

has been burned
into her fibula.

Metallic yellow Lamborghini

registered to you.

WOMAN:
Hey, Scottie.

We want to go eat.

Then go!

Go.

I had a party up here
last night for the industry.

Designers, editors.

Any model who wasn't
working a show,

including Tess.

My car is a perk.

Anybody who wants
to take a drive can.

You got a guest list
for the party?

Listen, those people
are my agency's lifeblood.

You start calling them
about a dead model,

and I am out of business.
Scott,

there are many ways
for you to go out of business.

Fine.

You want my list...

get a warrant.

DUQUESNE:
We don't really need it,

Mr. Mandeville.

As it turns out, your party
was on MTV last night.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm a night owl.

I watched it with some popcorn

and a cup of decaffeinated tea.

CAINE:
All right, let's get a dupe

of the tape to the lab.

How did inside look?

Well, I think it turns out

the maid missed a few spots
in the guest room.

Good.

You mind if I looked inside?

Any-any

blow you find
in there is not mine.

Who was in here
last night?

I told you,
I had a party.

Yes, you did.

And you had a
thousand people.

A thousand people.

But you see, Scott,

the problem is,
this blood is
going to lead me

to just one.

And if it's you,
or you're covering for someone,

your agency closing is going

to be the least
of your problems.

Where's your car?

I-I think I want my lawyer.

I bet you do.

DELKO:
Tyler, what's up?

You calculate the speed
of the vehicle yet?

Coefficient says
at least 20 miles per hour.

I hope you're right--
air bags deploy at 17.

( tires screeching )

JENSON:
Inflating 40 times faster
than the blink of a human eye.

With gas that gets
to 300 degrees.

Which means that our guy
would have airbag burns

on his face or his arms.

I'll let H know.

( elevator bell dings )

WOMAN:
I'll be with you
in a second, sir.

WOMAN:
Lieutenant Caine,
your messages.

Horatio.

How you doing?

Why don't you tell me, Rick,
you're with IAB.

No investigation here, just
solidifying relationships.

Made a lateral move,
within the Bureau.

You know, it's funny,
because it's my understanding

that you can only move up
in Internal Affairs.

Liaison to the mayor's office.

That's big stuff.
Congratulations.

The city does feel safer.

( sighs )

You... think your
sister-in-law's ready?

Excuse me?

To see someone.

I mean, it's been a couple of
years since your brother passed.

Oh.

Why don't you
take it up with her?

You're right.

That's good advice.

Hi.

Hi.

Missed you
at Mandeville's.

You didn't get my message?

No, I did, that you located
the victim's hotel room

and that
you were interviewing people.

Mm-hmm. Turns out that Tess
had a roommate at the hotel,

Michelle Cormier, who
nobody's seen in two days.

And here's her headshot.

Okay.

Any chance she went back
to Idaho?

Quebec. Mm-mm.

But I found out
what agency repped her.

Let me guess-- and there it is--

the Scott Mandeville Agency.

He's taken on an attorney.

Got a lead on a girl who works
with Tess and Michelle.

Going to meet her after
her show at the Shore Club.

I'll page you soon
as I have anything.

Hey, Yelina.

Yes?

Page me.

Agency owner Scott Mandeville
is throwing an intimate party

for 500 of his closest
industry friends.

MANDEVILLE:
Hey, what's happening?

QUDDUS:
I'm great man, great.

Much greater now
that I'm here in your party.

I'd love to have
this guy's job.

Travel,

all night-parties.

Come on,
we make the best mojitos

in the entire city
of Miami.

Yeah, but we get to pack heat.

QUDDUS:
Yes, it's Heidi Klum,
in the flesh.

Hi.
How you doing, love?

Good, how are you?
I am great.

So, what are you doing
for Miami's Fashion Week?

I know you got
some shows lined up.

Well, I'm actually doing
a movie in the Everglades.

That's kind of fly.

What are you doing in it?

I'm wrestling alligators.
It's scary!

You lucky alligators.

MANDEVILLE:
What's this?

MTV.
Yo, hey, what's up?

When we were in Paris...

Wait, what is that?

HUNTER:
We once went
three days straight.

Can you believe that?

DUQUESNE:
In the back, that's Tess.

Can you zoom in?

Zooming.

Yeah, that's Tess.

Who's that guy?

Clavo Cruz.

The playa, from South America?

Yeah, he looks
pretty agitated.

That guy is always at premiers,
big events.

This might've been the one event
he should've missed.

Tell me more about Clavo.

My client gifted his car
to Clavo Cruz two nights ago,

before the incident.

Just so we're clear,
we're talking about

the Cruz brothers,
from Baracas, right?

Clavo owns
a portion of my agency.

CAINE:
And you gifted
him your car?

Yeah.

Don't you mean he took it?

Look, like I said, he's
an investor in my company...

Don't you think that you
should've called the PD first?

Do you know Clavo?

Not personally.

He's a scary guy.

Where is he now?

He's probably where
all the girls go between shows--

Pearl.

( loud music playing )

The one in the jewelry,

that's Clavo Cruz.

Shocking.

CAINE:
Lieutenant Caine,
Miami PD.

That's a pretty girl,
Lieutenant.

Reminds me of the
girls in Baracas--

only think
that makes me miss home.

Take a look
at this pretty girl.

We have reason to believe
you killed her.

No way.

I could never hurt a woman.

Hit-and-run?

Outside the hotel on Collins?

How'd you get that burn
on your face?

That's a razor burn.

I get too many ingrowns.

Wrong. That's from an air bag.

You were behind the wheel
when you hit her.

Shnizzel, you know,

I'm pretty sure
that was a dog, dawg.

Stand up.

YELINA:
Turn around.
We're taking you in.

No, no, no, no.

You can't arrest me.

I got immunity.

Diplomatic immunity.

Bolivia, Brazil, Chile.

The Blue Book says nothing
about Baracas.

No, no, no, no.

The State Department
comped us in, during Iraq.

You got no game.

RAMON:
It's true, Lieutenant.

The State Department gave
expedited accreditation

to our father, as
Baracas's General
For Life.

Which, as you know...

Extends to his sons.

Okay, in exchange for what?

That's something
you'd have to ask State.

I told you I was untouchable.

But I got to tell you,

when I saw that girl
fly through the air like that...

that was sick, my bro.
Clavo, Clavo.

No, no, no, it made
me wish I had a video.

Te callas!

Get him out of here.
Let's go.

Don't touch me.

YELINA:
Come over here a minute.

I want to talk
to you.

Lieutenant,
I understand this is upsetting.

Let me say,

on behalf of my family,
I am sorry about this girl.

You own businesses here,

you enjoy the freedoms
this country affords.

Your brother,
is an all-American playboy

until he gets in trouble

and then he is suddenly
a Baracan prince.

You tell your family,

on behalf of that girl
laying in the morgue,

apology not accepted.

So, PNG the guy.

We can't make Clavo
persona non grata.

We send him home, his
old man retaliates,

starts framing our
diplomats in Baracas.

Okay, what is going on
in Iraq?

Clavo's got a big mouth.

Come on, Jim. Come on.

I'm State. That's Langley.

You know, Jim, I don't care
if it's the Post Office,

I want to know why a murderer
gets to run free in Miami.

Yelina?

Hey.
Hey.

Hi, Rick.
Yeah, I thought
that was you.

How are you?
I'm good.

I'm good.
And you?

All right, you want the rumor?

Go for it.

When we went into Baghdad,
we captured entire cells.

Some of the savviest
terrorists in the world.

But we can't get their
intelligence without...

coercion.

You mean torture.

The United States of America

does not torture
prisoners of war.

But Baracas does. For us.

If you believe the rumors.

And we stay one step ahead
of the next 9-11.

So you see why we
can't touch Clavo.

I do.
YELINA:
Thank you.

It's really
sweet of you,

but I don't think so.

Okay. Horatio told
me to check,

so I'm just
checking with you.
Oh.

To be continued.

( chuckles )

I take it State Department
is not going to expel Clavo?

National Security.

Now what, we
drop the case?

No, things change.

Allies become enemies.

Suddenly evidence...
evidence becomes a factor.

Okay.
Mm-hmm.

I see Stetler over there.

YELINA:
Yes, he said...

you told him to talk to me.

No, that's not
what I said to him.

I said to him
I couldn't speak for you.

Or for yourself, apparently.

Okay... I used to think that
if you hadn't met Raymond first,

that you and I...

Then Raymond died.

Right,
and everything changed,

and it is easy
to get used to those boundaries.

Right.

I'm still your brother's wife.
Hmm?

It's not your fault
Raymond got killed, nor mine.

If anything,
you tried harder than anyone

to get Raymond
to be more careful.

Maybe I didn't try hard enough.

Oh, that is not true.

I don't believe that.

But maybe you do.

Okay.

I suppose I... am going to
have to accept things for now.

( sighs )

I'm not going out with Stetler.

He leers.

I did notice that.

By the way,
he's doing it again right now.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Thank you.

( loud music playing )

Look, they've been in
there since this afternoon.

Maybe he's going
out the back.

Clavo Cruz is definitely
coming out the front door.

How do you figure?

He loves attention too much
to slip out the back.

Didn't you ever see him
in Ocean Driv magazine?

He's everywhere.
He's a camera hound.

Wait a minute, that's him.

Yo, yo, yo, what's up?

MAN:
Hey, Clavo,
you're the man!

Yeah, he looks WWI, too.

Definitely walking
while intoxicated.

When he gets behind
the wheel of that car,

he's our business, right?

I can stand on one foot, okay?

Look, watch me. Huh?

You couldn't do it
at your vehicle

and that's what counts.

You are officially detained.

I want your keys.

When are you going to get it,
esay?

The Vienna Convention
makes me untouchable.

Not tonight.

The Diplomatic Relations Act of
1978 stipulates that a diplomat

can be detained by police

if he presents imminent danger
to the host nation's citizens...

Aah...!

...such as driving under
the influence of alcohol.

CAINE:
And you, my friend,
couldn't even walk

a straight line, so you'll
be taken home by the radio car

and you can pick
your vehicle up in the morning

at the impound lot.

You know what's crazy?

I can kill someone
in your country,

but I can't drive drunk.

I just want your keys.

Pick 'em up.

You want 'em...

you pick 'em up.

( hawks, spits )

Thank you.

It sure is nice
when they help, huh?

DELKO:
There she is.

This car cost more
than my house.

DUQUESNE:
At least.

Let's see if Clavo
left us anything.

Gummy sealant.

The windshield's
been replaced.

The airbag
has been, too.

DUQUESNE:
Really?

Do you think you might be able
to locate it

at a repair shop or something?

I got some ideas.

Hey, we got some fabric here.

It's the same color

as our victim's dress.

Is it loose?

We can't touch
anything, legally.

Yeah, I know, but it,
uh, could be.

Yeah.

There it is.

It's public property now...

and it's got
some blood on it.

Well, this is
our murder car,

as if we had
any doubts.

Let's go find that airbag.

CLAVO:
Did you think
they could hold me?

My posse!

Where you been, huh?

( all talking over one another)

MAN:
They got nothin' on him.

Nothin', man.

Clavo, man,
you're a free man.

Thank you for bringing
my little brother home.

You know why he killed Tess,
don't you?

My brother's unstable.
Everyone knows that.

Yeah, that's right--
you're the sane one.

You would've never let him
go clubbing

48 hours after a murder.

You would've insisted

that he keep
a low profile.

So what does he have on you?

Let it go, Lieutenant.

We're protected by your own
federal government.

Things change, Ramon.

( phone rings )

Horatio.

Where?

Find her on the beach?

Tess's roommate.

Michelle Cormier.
Neck bruising.

She was involved
in a struggle,

but I don't see
any defense wounds.

Okay, so she was
taken by surprise.

Can't tell how long
she was in the water,

but I'll know
better after post.
All right,

start with the sexual
assault kit,

okay?
Will do.

Detective,

when was the last time
Michelle Cormier was seen alive?

Model said she was
consulate hopping

first night of Fashion
Week, and so far,

that's the last time
anyone saw Michelle.

Let's find out
which consulates.

I know-- start
with Baracas.

You do realize
they won't see me.

Well, maybe Clavo
will answer the door for you.

SPEEDLE:
I just got off the phone

with the Lamborghini dealership
in Coral Gables.

They replaced an airbag
on a metallic yellow
two days ago.

All right, let's
go pick it up.

Trash beat us to it.

So we go to
the landfill.

An upscale place
like Coral Gables

does not have a landfill.

Right, they ship it
out of the country

on a barge to Haiti.

You know what
that means.

Hey.

Check this out.

( groans )

How did that get
from your apartment to there

is what I want to know.

Very funny.

( sighs )

( crunching noise )

Ow...

That the right one?

There's your airbag.

( music playing )

Good afternoon.

So, what do we have here?

Epithelials
from the airbag.

Would you mind checking
it to see if it matches

the saliva from our
spitting champ?

I'll page you.

I'll wait.

I'm very hands-on.

They may have mentioned that
to you

when you
transferred here.

Match confirmed.

So Clavo was
behind the wheel

when the airbag deployed.

Forensic proof.
Clavo did it.

She's looking
over your shoulder,
isn't she?

Occupational hazard.

I am a dedicated
civil servant, Alexx--

just like you.

I see that you
were walking
your own samples

to the lab
to be tested.

Is that the Cormier girl--
the one from the beach?

One and the same.
!
Want me to compare

and contrast
with Clavo's spit?

Thank you.

Sure. I'll
page you.

I'll wait.

I can't help it.

It's in my DNA;
I'm just naturally curious.

DUQUESNE:
Results from Michelle Cormier's

sexual assault kit.

I compared it
to Clavo's DNA.

They're not a match,
are they?

No, but there are
enough common alleles

to suggest it's from
a male relative.

You mean, like a brother?

Parents are flying in
from Quebec City.

Her mother, as it turns out,

has never been
on an airplane before.

Cause of death
was drowning...

with concurrent
strangulation.

So, Ramon has been a busy boy.

Was the sex consensual?

No physical findings.

Thing is, water in her lungs
wasn't saltwater.

Smelled chlorine.

I sent a sample to Trace
for the particulars.

Horatio.

Excuse me.

My superior sent me.

Next time,
it's going to be DOJ.

Leave the Cruz brothers alone.

Let me just get clear
on who we're talking about.

Are we talking
about the Cruz brother

who killed the girl
on the table down there...

or the Cruz brother

that killed her roommate--
which is it?

Langley got a call
from the General for Life--

complains a CSI is harassing
his sons here in Miami.

Impounded a car?

His sons are killers.

The General says

it stops... now.
Or what?

He's going to close
the interview camps

we have no knowledge about, Jim?

He also wants you to apologize
to his sons.

You are a kidder, Jim.

No jokes at this pay scale.

Okay, here's what's going
to happen.

You're going to apologize
for me.

How would that be?

Alexx...

can I have the water
sample from Trace

from our victim's
lungs, please--

ASAP?
You got it.

No, Caine, you apologize...
in person,

or federal funds
for Miami CSI

will be pulled
immediately.

You want your lab limping along,

having to fire your staff
one by one?

That's funny--
you talking about loyalty.

Tomorrow.

10:00 a.m.

Messrs. Cruz,

Lieutenant Caine

has something he'd
like to say to you.

You're making us late.

We're going
deep-sea fishing, esay.

Marlin are waiting.

Lieutenant?

If this
is another

insult to my father and us...

Lieutenant Caine.

( sighs )

I would like to apologize
to you gentlemen

for any,
any inconvenience

I caused you.

And furthermore,

if you would extend

my sentiment to your father,
and his government,

I would appreciate it.

Apology accepted.

Okay, man.

Just out of curiosity...

is that the swimming pool

that you drowned Michelle in?

Caine.

Intellectual exercise...

You're out of here, Caine.

It's okay.

It is.

Lieutenant Caine's
single-mindedness

is engaging.

Not that pool.

No.

And if it matters...

it was an accident.

Well, it does matter.

I guess while you
were busy taking

what you wanted,

you forgot
she was down there.

Mmm...

When you have everything,

sometimes it feels
like nothing,

huh?

So when
Tess Kimball

came over the next night
to look for her girlfriend,

I guess
I'm wondering

how did he mow her down?

You've just become
less engaging.

CALLEIGH:
Clavo says,

"Que hermano...

"Why don't you go talk to my
brother, he's upstairs.

Kick back, drink some Azuret."

So Azuret is the blue
bottle glass from Tess's hand.

Guess what?

That glass has
Ramon's blood on it.

Just came from DNA.

He thought he could

sweet-talk her into
forgetting about her friend.

A little champagne,
a lot of cash.

Did you kill Michelle?

It was a terrible accident.

You killed her.

No!

Didn't you?

No. Listen,
listen to me.

We can fix this.

That confirms her suspicions,
she gets agitated,

he tries to subdue her,

It was an accident!
She fights back.

She managed to get free.

She probably felt confident
that she had gotten away,

and didn't realize
the Cruz brothers

had a back-up plan.

Homicide finally dug up
the phone records, by the way.

Clavo, do not let her
leave the building.

( screams )

All because she choose
the truth over money.

The thing is,
Calleigh,

unless there's a coup
in Baracas,

this evidence goes on ice.

Baracas consulate
turned me away.

Wouldn't answer any questions.

The brothers
are closing ranks.

However, other consulates
were more cooperative.

Last sightings
I have of Michelle

was at opening night
of Fashion Week.

People saw her at
the Ecuadoran consulate,

Canadian consulate...

Wait a minute.
Did you say Canadian?

Yes, and this
has some special meaning?

Could. Speed, have we
processed the water

in Michele's lungs yet?

Not that it matters.

Speed?

If we can't use forensics
against guys like Cruz,

then what exactly are we doing?

I understand,

but I need the ingredients.
What are they?

You got chlorine

and activated carbon impregnated

with metallic silver.

Silver ions.

Filtration system

is rare,

especially at
the parts-per-billion

this water presents.

So, what are we talking about?

40.

All right,
here's what we do.

Let's go pay our
neighbors from the north

a visit, all right?

CAINE:
Detective Salas reports

that Ramon Cruz was here
at the Canadian Consulate

with Michelle Cormier.

This is Michelle.

Last time I saw them,

they were heading out here
to the pool.

It was late.

When we host big parties,

it's difficult to monitor
everyone's activities.

What have
you got, Speed?

Same reaction as the water
in Michelle's lungs.

40 parts per billion.

Most water's 20.

CONSUL:
SARS scare.

Extra silver ions.

CAINE:
Actually, what it means
is Michelle

was killed right here

on these ten little acres
of Canada,

right here
in the middle of Miami Beach.

You're going to be
coming with me.

If you're planning
what I think you are,

proximity to the crime
is only half the equation.

( dialing cell phone )

Not when you're dealing

with a guy who has
boundary issues-- hang on.

Horatio.
Listen to me.

I need the Coast Guard,

and I need
the Bahamian Defense Force.

The Bahamian Defense Force.

This is the Baracas, baby!

Come to Papi, baby.

Come to Papi. I feel lucky!

Watch this, watch this.

Come on, baby,
come on, baby!

Come on, baby!

( helicopter nears )

What is that?

The Bahamian Defense Force.

Cut your engines
and prepare to be boarded.

Attention: This is
the United States Coast Guard.

Turn off your engines
and prepare to be boarded.

In conjunction

with the United States

Coast Guard and by decree

of the Bahamian
Defense Force,

you are under arrest

for the murder
of Michelle Cormier,

a citizen of Canada.

Said crime perpetrated
on Canadian soil

at the consulate
in Miami-Dade, Florida.

Canadian girl on Canadian soil.

That's two out of three.

I'm still immune.

Actually, you're not.

Not on your boat.

You're flying
under a flag of convenience,

just like the Constable,
isn't that right, Constable?

CONSTABLE:
The Bahamian flag,
which gives me

jurisdiction over you.

CAINE:
That is correct.

You never gave
any thought to the way

your father arranged your life,
you just

took with no
questions asked.

You still can't arrest me.

I'm in Florida waters!

CAINE:
Actually, you're not
in Florida waters.

About 500 yards that way

you passed
into international waters.

The Coast Guard
was waiting

for you to make
that mistake.

( guns clicking )

Now you have

50 years to think about how

you helped me in your arrest

and you,
you watch your back.

I'm not done with you.

Now, gentlemen...

it's been a pleasure.

And remember, Clavo,

when you're in Miami,

we never close.

Take him.

Let's go.

Michelle Cormier's
parents just flew in.

I didn't know
what to tell them.

Okay, I'll take it.

You wanted to know
why forensics?

This is why.

Mr. and Mrs. Cormier,

I'm Horatio Caine.

Sit down, sit down.

Actually, I have
some very good news.

We were able to capture
the man who killed Michelle,

and so now Michelle

can rest in peace.

( sobs )

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