CSI: MIAMI
1X18: DISPO DAY
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 03/10/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD
Story by: ILDY MODROVICH & LAURENCE WALSH
Teleplay by ELIZABETH DEVINE
Directed by DAVID GROSSMAN
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SUMMARY: The evidence disposal truck on its way to the incinerator is ambushed
and all the cocaine stolen. As Horatio and the CSI Team investigates the
ambush, the Internal Affairs Bureau investigates Horatio and the CSI Team.
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CSI: MIAMI
1X18: DISPO DAY
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COLD OPEN:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE (STOCK) -- DAY]
[EXT. ROAD - DAY]
(A large truck is on the road.)
VOICE (MALE): (from radio) (v.o.) CSI evidence disposal motorcade heading
onto Washington.
VARIOUS CUTS OF THE TRUCK AND ESCORT ON THE ROAD
HORATIO: (from radio) (v.o.) Roger that. Proceed North on Robins, and keep
this channel open, please.
(Various flashes of: The evidence truck moves along the road. Speedle is
inside the truck.)
(Quick flash of: [EVIDENCE BOX] The box is marked CASE # 4821-6969 / CLOSED /
3 KG COCAINE. Some one moves the box. Someone moves the bags of marijuana.
There are stacks and stacks of boxes. One box is marked, PEOPLE VS. DETWEILER
CLOSED.)
(The boxes are placed on a cart and moved from the storage.)
(A box is placed on the counter. It's for CASE# 4821-6969 / CLOSED 13 KG
COCAINE. The box is opened. Inside are stacks of white powder. One bag is
removed, cut and tested.)
(Calleigh tests the cocaine in the bag.)
(Delko puts the bags back in the box. He closes the box.)
(Cut back to: The cart of drugs and other evidence are removed once more.)
(The boxes are wrapped to a crate and lifted out from the warehouse and into the
back of the truck. The back door of the truck is closed.)
(End of flashes. Resume to present.)
(The truck and escort travels along the road.)
(Horatio follows in his vehicle.)
(Arriving behind them is a hearse with police escort.)
(Horatio looks back in his side-view mirror and sees the procession.)
(Quick flashback to: A coffin is put in the back of a hearse, Florida License #
Y3N 406. The back door is closed shut. End of flashback. Resume to present.)
(The procession continues down the road.)
(The officers on the bikes flash their sirens.)
DISPATCHER: (on radio) Uh, CSI we have a funeral procession making its way to
you.
HORATIO: Okay, let her pass.
(The evidence truck and vehicle pull over on the side to allow the funeral
procession to pass.)
(As they drive by, Horatio notices that they're wearing bullet-proof vests under
their uniforms.)
HORATIO: (to himself) Kevlar... at a funeral?
MAN: (from radio) Everybody on alert.
(The hearse doesn't stop at the intersection.
(An oncoming station wagon drives by and rams into the side of the hearse, the
ensuing accident blocks the intersection. The "officers" on the bikes and
officer car following, stop.)
(The evidence truck is caught somewhere in the middle.)
(The "officer" gets off his bike, throws it aside and reaches for his gun.)
(Horatio slips out of the car.)
(The two men in the hearse look around.)
LYNN MARTELL: (screams) Oh, my god!
(The "officer" takes out a smoke bomb and drops it. He takes his gun and fires
at the two officers in the police car. The window shatters. The officer on the
other side of the car fires at the "officer" and hits him.)
(The back door of the hearse is kicked open and a man carrying a gun slides out.
He starts firing at the police cars.)
(The men inside the front of the hearse get out of the car firing their guns.)
(Horatio slides out of the car and around the side to get cover.)
(A man from the hearse steps forward and boldly fires at the evidence truck.
The driver inside is hit.)
(Speedle opens his door and slips out of the car as the other officer is hit.)
LYNN MARTELL: (screams) Oh, my god, the baby! The baby!
(The baby cries in the back seat. She leans over and tries to get the restraint
off.)
(The gunfire continues.)
(Horatio is behind his car firing at the gunmen. One of them is hit. The other
two boldly walk out firing at anything in front of them.)
(Speedle tries to fire. The security guard inside the truck falls over onto
Speedle. The two fall on the ground.)
(Horatio makes his way to the station wagon. The woman screams.)
LYNN MARTELL: The baby!
HORATIO: Get down!
(Horatio stands and shoots at the gunman trying to get into the evidence truck.
He shoots and hits the gunman in the back. The gunman gets up and opens the
truck door.)
LYNN MARTELL: Oh, my God! The baby!
HORATIO: Lady, stay down!
[SPEEDLE]
(The gunman walks right up to Speedle. Speedle aims and fires. His gun clicks,
misfiring.)
(The gunman fires at Speedle, hitting him square in the chest.)
[HORATIO]
(Horatio runs to the station wagon to help the woman caught in the cross-fire.)
HORATIO: (shouts) Get down! Get down on the seat!
WOMAN DRIVER: He hit my baby!
(He opens the back door to get to the baby. Horatio looks up and sees the
gunman slip into the driver's seat in the evidence truck. Horatio raises his
gun and fires.)
(With the two gunmen inside, the evidence truck speeds away.)
(Horatio gets up and fires at the retreating truck. His final bullet hitting
the truck's tire.)
(As the smoke clears, Horatio sees Speedle lying on the side of the road.
There's blood on his chest. Horatio tucks his gun in his holster.)
HORATIO: Speed! Speed! Hold on, buddy, let me see it.
(Horatio checks Speedle.)
SPEEDLE: (gasps) My chest ...
HORAITO: All right, hold on!
(Horatio opens Speedle's shirt and finds that the Kelvar held up.)
SPEEDLE: My chest ... my chest.
HORAITO: Wait, wait, wait, the kevlar caught it. The kevlar caught it, man.
Now, just breathe. Breathe easy. Keep breathing if you can. Okay... (shouts)
Rescue! Get me a rescue right now!
FADE TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. ROAD -- DAY]
(The paramedic checks Speedle's blood pressure while Horatio watches. Speedle
appears a little shocked.)
PARAMEDIC: B.P.'s one-forty over a hundred. (The paramedic removes the blood
pressure cuff and rolls it up to put it away.) Chest contusion from the impact
of the projectile is what took the wind out of him. If his lungs were
collapsed, he'd be blue by now.
HORATIO: Okay, thank you.
SPEEDLE: Hollis?
HORAITO: No. You okay?
SPEEDLE: (nods) I'm fine.
HORATIO: All right. I'll be right back. Hang in there.
(Horatio joins an officer.)
HORATIO: I shot out the tire. They should be within a one-mile radius.
Probably already into a safe car. Let's check the street for tread debris.
(Horatio walks over to the first body on the road as the officer walks away.)
HORATIO: Alexx ... ?
(Alexx kneels down next to Hollis' body.)
ALEXX: Hollis got one in the head. You can tell his family he went quick.
HORATIO: Shouldn't have to tell them at all.
ALEXX: Don't I know it.
(Horatio stands up as the paramedic walks toward him.)
HORATIO: The mother and little boy?
PARAMEDIC: Kid checked out fine. Mother got shot, upper humerus. They're at a
clinic. She says to tell you thank you. Wants to bake you a cake.
HORATIO: Hmm.
PARAMEDIC: (smiles) Gave her my address.
(The Paramedic turns and leaves.)
HORATIO: All right, thanks, man. Thanks for your help.
(Det. Frank Tripp walks up to Horatio.)
HORATIO: Detective - five hundred dispo's ... we've never had a problem.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: (sighs) You take the dope out of evidence, re-analyze it to
make sure nobody pulled a switcheroo and then cart it across town? We should
just burn it at CSI.
HORATIO: Remind me to order the industrial-size incinerator next time.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Dispo route's classified. Somebody was in on the secret.
HORATIO: No such thing as a secret in Miami, Detective. Only useful
information.
[ERIC AND CALLEIGH]
(Delko snaps a photo of the hearse as he looks inside the front seat. Outside,
Calleigh puts her gloves on.)
CALLEIGH: It's creepy. The engine's still running.
DELKO: You ought to be there in the middle of the night when we pull one of
these things out of the water with the radio still on. Talk about creepy.
(Calleigh checks the front tires and finds a bullet embedded inside.)
(Delko finds something while he looks into the front seat as he crouches near
the open door.)
DELKO: (points) Car's stolen.
CALLEIGH: Based on ... ?
DELKO: (interrupts) Based on the screwdriver in the ignition.
(Delko snaps several photos of the ignition with the screwdriver.)
DELKO: Without the key...
(Quick CGI POV: The thief turns the screwdriver. Camera zooms into the
ignition as it turns.)
DELKO: (v.o.) ... the screwdriver completes the circuit.
(The circuit completes, the car is zapped and the engine starts.)
(End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
(Calleigh digs out the bullet from the tire. She examines it.)
CALLEIGH: Well, stealing cars is their side job. This is a death talon.
(Delko stands up to look.)
DELKO: They don't sell those anymore.
CALLEIGH: Haven't been sold commercially since '96 or '97. They must have been
stockpiling their bullets.
DELKO: It's hard-core.
[ALEXX]
(Alexx kneels down next to the dead body of one of the gunmen dressed as a cop.
She reports to Horatio who stands nearby.)
ALEXX: I'll post this guy first.
HORATIO: C.O.D. seems pretty clear to me.
ALEXX: Don't need an autopsy to ascertain our fake cop's physical condition.
HORATIO: Uh-uh, prison buff.
ALEXX: I'll print him, get his prints to Delko for AFIS. See if I can get you
a release date.
HORATIO: Okay.
(The Reporter and his Cameraman are inside the crime scene and makes their way
toward Horatio.)
ALEXX: Here comes your favorite reporter.
(Horatio smiles and looks down.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: (to the mic) Enrique Rayas, in the field. Lieutenant Caine, a
drug-related shoot-out in the streets of Miami. Any sense of déja vu once-
removed?
HORATIO: You're about to make a mistake you don't want to make.
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Just drawing a parallel here. (Alexx stands up and walks away
as he talks.) Your brother gave his life in the line of duty two years ago,
albeit under much cloudier circumstances.
HORATIO: Circumstances weren't cloudy. The reporting was. (Before Enrique
Rayas can ask anything, Horatio orders the cop.) You know what? Get rid of
him.
OFFICER: Back behind the tape.
(Enrique Rayas holds up his hands up as he backs away from Horatio.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Okay, okay, okay.
OFFICER: Let's go, sir.
(The Officer urges Enrique Rayas back behind the tape. Det. Frank Tripp walks
up to Horatio.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Rubber took us to some buildings. Homeless guy saw our truck
near a pier.
HORATIO: Let's check it out.
CUT TO:
[EXT. PIER - DAY]
(Armed SWAT officers suited up with guns exit the back of the truck. They run
out and position themselves, pointing their guns at something.)
(Horatio takes out a gadget and points it at the back of the abandoned evidence
truck. Horatio turns and checks the video on the laptop.)
(Horatio puts the instrument down.)
HORATIO: Nobody's home, gentlemen.
(Horatio opens the evidence truck door. He and Det. Frank Tripp stare at the
inventory left behind. Speedle walks up to them.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Heroin, weed, meth. Hell, they left the drugs behind.
HORATIO: Everything but the cocaine.
SPEEDLE: Doesn't make any sense. There's millions of dollars worth of drugs
here.
HORATIO: Well, maybe the flattened tire forced a change in plans.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Yeah, they took only what they could carry.
HORATIO: Yes, they did -- direct to their buyer. The question is who.
SPEEDLE: (o.s.) Hey, H.
(Horatio looks up and walks over to Speedle who is looking at the truck's front
seat.)
HORATIO: Yeah. What do you got, Speed?
(Speedle holds out the blue uniform.)
SPEEDLE: Well, looks like they changed clothes.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: That's a fake uniform.
(Horatio finds a tag, #529. on the cuff.)
HORATIO: Wait a second. It's a laundry tag from a dry cleaners.
SPEEDLE: Sweat on these clean uniforms, we'll get their DNA. There's also
blood in the cab.
HORATIO: One of our suspects is wounded.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: I'll track it down.
HORATIO: All right, sounds good.
(Det. Frank Tripp leaves. Horatio finds something on the ground.)
HORATIO: Speed ... there's a blood trail. So he got out of the truck over
there, and ended up in what was probably a getaway vehicle over here.
(Quick flashback to: [EARLIER] The evidence truck door opens. There's blood
on the floor. The wounded driver steps out. He clutches his leg as he heads
out toward the waiting getaway vehicle.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Horatio kneels down
HORATIO: And his wound was from an extremity. Okay, let's broadcast it.
SEVERAL FLASHES BACK TO:
[EXT. CRIME SCENE - ROAD - DAY]
(Calleigh picks up the gun left on the road. She checks the cartridge. It's
still full. She puts it aside.)
CALLEIGH: That's weird.
(Delko walks up to her.)
DELKO: That's Speedle's gun.
(She releases the bullet in the chamber.)
CALLEIGH: Yeah, the magazine's full. One in the chamber.
DELKO: He didn't fire any rounds?
CALLEIGH: I don't know. Maybe it's a second magazine. (She picks up a bullet
casing from the road and puts it in a bindle.) None of this is official. Not
until I finish processing the scene.
DELKO: I'm not saying anything.
CALLEIGH: Yeah, I think it's best not to.
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Speedle returns to the lab carrying an evidence package.)
LAURA: Tim, hey. Heard it was the wild west out there today.
(Speedle sighs.)
SPEEDLE: Yeah.
(He puts the evidence packages on the table.)
SPEEDLE: See if you can get some DNA off of those.
(She opens the package and smells it immediately.)
LAURA: Whew. Smells like I will.
(She pulls out the clothes inside.)
LAURA: I'll start with collars and cuffs. You want to sign here? So everyone
says that Hollis would have gotten much worse if it hadn't been for you pulling
him out of the truck.
SPEEDLE: He died, Laura.
LAURA: I know that. But his family can have an open casket, and that means
more than you might think. You were brave.
SPEEDLE: I wasn't brave. I reacted ... badly. Okay?
LAURA: (nods) Okay. I'll page you with the results.
SPEEDLE: Thanks. I appreciate it.
CUT TO:
[EXT. -- DAY]
(Horatio closes his car door. He walks over to Jack Seeger, the IAB Officer.)
HORATIO: Well, look what the cat dragged in.
JACK SEEGER: SWAT lost a man today.
HORATIO: Yes, and officer Hollis left two small children behind.
JACK SEEGER: Well, that's a real tragedy. SWAT guys cost more to train. We're
talking half a million bucks here.
HORATIO: So Internal Affairs does place a dollar value on employees' lives.
JACK SEEGER: Somebody along the food chain talked about Dispo Day.
HORATIO: Can't put one past you, Jack.
JACK SEEGER: Speedle requested the assignment, correct?
HORATIO: Yes, he did, and I approved his request. So if you'll excuse me, I
have an investigation to process.
JACK SEEGER: So do I. Starting with CSI.
HORATIO: Well, talk about a waste of the taxpayers' money, Jack.
JACK SEEGER: You know, I came to tell you as a courtesy. IAB's not asking
permission. I'm going to poly all your CSIs.
HORATIO: You poly them, you better poly me first.
JACK SEEGER: I would, if I thought you leaked anything. Tell them no nicotine
and no caffeine. That'll only hurt 'em once they're wired up.
HORATIO: Hey, Jack. You miss being a real cop?
JACK SEEGER: You're just full of them today, aren't you?
HORATIO: You have no idea.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) -- DAY]
(Various voice over news reports are heard.)
REPORTER 1 (WOMAN): (v.o.) A veritable shoot-out in downtown Miami this
morning.
REPORTER 2 (MAN): (v.o.) Old drug evidence was moved in a top-secret
transport.
REPORTER 3 (WOMAN): (v.o.) Two officers killed.
ENRIQUE RAYAS: (v.o.) An internal investigation is underway in an attempt to
determine how the information was leaked.
CUT TO:
[EXT. CSI - DAY]
(Enrique Rayas walks up to Det. Frank Tripp.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: You're the investigator in the dispo case that resulted in two
tragic deaths. You mind if I ask you a few questions for our viewers?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Yeah.
(Det. Frank Tripp continues walking past Enrique Rayas, ignoring him as he
goes.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY]
(The elevator dings and the doors open. Horatio is looking through a file when
Det. Frank Tripp steps out of the elevator.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Saw your friend out front. Guy thinks he's Tom Brokaw.
HORATIO: If he's Tom Brokaw, I'm Elliot Ness.
(Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp walks through the hallway.)
HORATIO: So, you talk to the owner of the incinerator?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Yeah, he's bummed. No dope burn. No money.
HORATIO: What about the dry-cleaners?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Owners thought it was vandalism. They replaced the glass,
cleaned up the mess and they're back in business. I need one of your CSIs over
there for prints.
HORATIO: Wait a second. When was their break-in?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Ten days ago.
HORATIO: About the same time we decided to dispo the dope.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Ooh, media will be all over that.
HORATIO: Well, even sharks got to eat, right?
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LOUNGE -- DAY]
(Calleigh takes out a can of soda from the fridge and closes the door. She
grabs her fruit off the table.)
DELKO: (o.s.) Ah-ah.
(She stops and looks at Delko. He motions to the can of soda.)
DELKO: Cola has caffeine.
CALLEIGH: Oh, you're right. Thank you.
(Calleigh puts the can back into the fridge.)
DELKO: Nervous?
CALLEIGH: Well, I figured if I passed the polygraph that got me through the
Academy, it'd be smooth sailing. You?
DELKO: Nuh-uh. Stuff like this makes me feel guilty.
CALLEIGH: Why do you feel guilty when you haven't done anything?
DELKO: I'm Catholic. I don't know. I always feel guilty.
(Speedle walks in and joins them.)
SPEEDLE: Don't worry about your religion in the chair because the poly picks up
discomfort, not the truth. Did you recover my weapon?
CALLEIGH: Yeah. (to Speedle) So you're going to shave before you go to IAB?
SPEEDLE: It's a polygraph test, not a portrait.
CALLEIGH: Well, you know, presentation is everything.
(Off screen, the door opens.)
JACK SEEGER: (o.s.) Who's first?
(They turn to look at him.)
JACK SEEGER: (introduces himself) Jack Seeger, IAB. Who's first?
CALLEIGH: I've got a lab full of evidence.
(Calleigh leaves the room. Jack looks at Speedle.)
SPEEDLE: DNA.
(Speedle leaves the room. Delko folds the newspaper he's holding and puts it
aside.)
DELKO: I guess that means me, Jack.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY -CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio walks up to Calleigh.)
HORATIO: How did we do on soccer mom's car?
CALLEIGH: I haven't even gotten to it. I'm still logging in evidence. Hey, do
you know this Seeger guy?
HORATIO: I do. He's IAB, so be careful what you say to him. You stay with
ballistics. I'll stay with the car, all right?
CALLEIGH: Transpo towed it to the garage. It's probably already there.
HORATIO: Keep me posted.
CALLEIGH: Okay.
(They both head in different directions.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - ROOM - DAY]
(The Polygraph Tester straps Delko into his seat.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: This will record your breathing.
(Camera zooms into the strap. Inside the hollow tubing, the camera follows it
through the wires and to the box reader.)
(Inside the box, electricity zaps and sends a pulse to the monitor to be read.)
(End of flash. Resume to Delko.)
(Delko cracks his knuckles nervously. The Polygraph Tester puts the pads on his
fingertips.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: This will record your perspiration.
(Camera close-up of Delko's finger in the pad. A drop of perspiration appears
on the tip of his finger and drops onto the metal reader that sends an
electrical pulse back to the box.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
(The Polygraph Test secures a blood pressure cuff to his upper arm.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: And this measures your heartbeat.
(The Polygraph Tester takes a seat behind the laptop.)
DELKO: Did I mention I was catholic?
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Were you born in Miami?
DELKO: Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: What is 4 x 6 + 3?
DELKO: Twenty-seven. Why a math problem?
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Mental calculations record as a lie.
DELKO: So you have to think to calculate? Calculate to lie?
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Have you ever lied to someone who loved and trusted you?
DELKO: Yes.
(The Polygraph Tester takes special note of his response.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Recently?
DELKO: Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Was it work-related?
DELKO: No.
(The Polygraph Tester looks at the graph results on the monitor.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - FIRING RANGE - DAY]
(Calleigh test fires the gun.)
(Camera zooms into the gun. The pin hits the bullet, but nothing happens.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Calleigh puts the gun down. She takes the gun apart. She logs on the
clipboard. She removes more of the gun and finds something inside. The gun is
hasn't been cleaned. She sighs and notes it on the clipboard.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY]
(Horatio looks over the station wagon. Det. Frank Tripp is with him.)
(Looking into the car, Horatio finds a bullet in the dashboard. He removes it.)
HORATIO: That's a death talon.
(He looks at the bullet.)
HORATIO: (thinking) So Lynn Martell had a wound to the left shoulder, didn't
she?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Could be from a ricochet.
HORATIO: Or a graze.
(Horatio moves from the front seat to the back seat where he finds the bullet
hole through the seat.)
HORATIO: Okay, but take a look at this. See? Okay, the trajectory is through
the driver's seat which means it originated from behind the car.
(Quick flashback to: The gun fires, the rear window shatters. End of
flashback. Resume to present.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Man, they're lucky they didn't hit the baby.
HORATIO: You have kids, Frank, right?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Three.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm. And what is the condition of your family vehicle?
(Horatio notices how neat the back seat is.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: It's a war zone. French fries, broken toys, candy wrappers.
I'm always on the wife about that.
HORATIO: In this case, the lack of evidence is evidence.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Too clean?
HORATIO: Too clean. "The baby".
(Quick flashback to: During the shootout, the mother turns and screams.)
LYNN MARTELL: The baby! The baby!
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: She kept screaming "The Baby, The Baby," not "My Baby."
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Ah, heat of the moment, people say all kinds of things.
HORATIO: Let's go see what she has to say now.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY]
(Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp interview, Lynn Martell, the young mother. She
has her arm in a sling.)
HORATIO: How's your son?
LYNN MARTELL: He's, uh-uh, he's fine.
HORATIO: Hmm. What day of the week was he born?
LYNN MARTELL: Oh, I think a Friday.
HORATIO: You think? (She doesn't answer him.) He's not your kid, is he? Is
he your nephew, neighbor's?
(Again, she doesn't answer him.)
HORATIO: How's your arm?
LYNN MARTELL: Fine.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Police records have you in three serious accidents in the
past fifteen months. You use the same doctor for all of them?
LYNN MARTELL: Yeah.
HORATIO: See, if we can prove that you were paid to hit that car, we can charge
you with murder one.
LYNN MARTELL: (scared) I didn't know that there was going to be a shooting. I
got paid five thousand dollars to wait for the funeral procession, then slam
into the hearse.
HORATIO: And in our world they call that an insurance scam. So who set it up?
The doctor?
LYNN MARTELL: Somebody else contacted him, and-and he wouldn't be involved in
any shooting.
HORATIO: But somebody was shooting at you. We have the forensics to prove it.
(Quick CGI POV of: A gun fires. The bullet travels through the back of the
car, through the driver's seat where it grazes the arm.)
(End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
LYNN MARTELL: (hesitant) Maybe that was a mistake.
HORATIO: Trajectory says it was intentional. So why don't you give me a name?
LYNN MARTELL: Dr. Guillermo Santoyo.
CUT TO:
[INT. OFFICE - DAY]
(Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp interview Dr. Guillermo Santoyo.)
HORATIO: Did you know that the state of Florida has the highest percentage of
unlicensed doctors in the U.S.?
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: No.
HORATIO: How'd you lose yours?
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: I didn't report a gunshot victim I treated once.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Harsh punishment.
(Guillermo Santoyo removes a handkerchief and rubs his nose.)
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: Well, it wasn't my first time.
HORATIO: So the ex-cons must love you.
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: I treat a lot of poor Miami families. I charge just what
they can pay. Not having a license hasn't changed my ability to treat sick
people.
HORATIO: So you're one of the good guys. Is that it? (He looks at Horatio
without answering.) Okay. Would you mind if I looked around?
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: Go ahead.
HORATIO: Thank you.
(Horatio picks up his kit and walks over to the back of the office.)
VARIOUS CUTS OF:
(He puts his gloves on. He looks through the drawers. He looks through the
cabinets. He looks in the trash bin. Inside, he finds a bullet.)
HORATIO: Police-issue ammo. Who'd you pull this out of?
(The doctor doesn't answer.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Officers are dead, and you're an accessory. Now who the hell
did you pull it out of?
(The doctor sighs.)
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: Lester Cassidy.
HORATIO: They bring Cassidy in this morning?
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: Yeah.
(Quick flashback to: [EARLIER] Two men bring a third wounded man into the
clinic. They put him on the examining table. The doctor works on him.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: He was bleeding from a leg wound. They threatened to kill
me if I didn't help.
HORATIO: So you took this bullet out of him.
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: Yeah, but I told them to take him to a hospital. He lost so
much blood. He was in shock.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Where do you think they took him?
GUILLERMO SANTOYO: One of them said, uh, something about dumping him at the
Hialeah.
HORATIO: I know where that is.
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - SUNSET]
[INT. HIALEAH - APARTMENT -- NIGHT]
(The door is smashed open. SWAT members shuffle into the room.)
(Inside, they find Lester Cassidy on the bed. Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp walk
into the room.)
(Lester's leg is tied with a blood soaked gauze. Horatio sits on the other
bed.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Tell us where your partners are.
(Lester shakes his head.)
HORATIO: Lester, do you think that your friends are coming back for you? I
think they left you here to die, so why don't you tell me who put this whole
thing together?
(Lester starts coughing.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: This guy's going fast.
(Horatio gets up and squeezes the wound.)
HORATIO: No, you don't. No, no, you don't.
(Lester moans.)
HORATIO: I want a name from you. Lester, is this guy worth dying for? Why
don't you give me something to get him with?
LESTER CASSIDY: (whispers) Nedir.
(Horatio leans forward.)
HORATIO: What was that?
LESTER CASSIDY: (whispers) Nedir ... Kire.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Horatio walks into the lab.)
HORATIO: Heard Laura got some DNA off those uniforms. We get any names?
DELKO: Almost.
HORATIO: You talk to Speed?
DELKO: Yeah. He's on the box right now.
HORATIO: How'd that go for you?
DELKO: I'm just glad it's over.
HORATIO: They ask you about your girlfriend?
DELKO: H, you know I don't have a girlfriend.
HORATIO: No girlfriend this week?
DELKO: The girl I'm seeing, I'm glad she doesn't have a polygraph.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm.
DELKO: Hey, got it.
(He brings up the photos of:
RUBIO, CESAR
D.C.J. 706953-A
TOOLEY, MIKE
D.C.J. 569987-A
DELKO: Cesar Rubio and Mike Tooley.
(He presses more keys on the keyboard.)
DELKO: Let's see where they've been hanging out. They shared a floor at
Raiford State Penitentiary.
(Three of the five photos are deceased:
LASKEY, SAM
D.C.J. 366957-A
DELKO: Got a driver, ...
(Screen reads:
MACHER, JEFF
D.C.J. 580866-A
DELKO: ... sharpshooter, ...
(Screen reads:
CASSIDY, LESTER
D.C.J. 953967-A
DELKO: ... explosives expert, ...
(Screen reads:
TOOLEY, MIKE
D.C.J. 569987-A
DELKO: ... drug dealer ...
(Screen reads:
RUBIO, CESAR
D.C.J. 706953-A
DELKO: ... and a tactical man.
HORATIO: Ex-con dream team. Missing only ...
DELKO: ... a buyer.
HORATIO: Yes. (softly) Nedir Kire.
DELKO: Who?
HORATIO: Dying declaration by our friend Cassidy up there.
DELKO: Nedir Kire. What is that, Farsi?
HORATIO: I don't know.
DELKO: So, this Nedir is our buyer? He's the man behind it all?
HORATIO: Could be. So, let's run his name through county property records,
white pages, yellow pages, IRS if you have to. But you know what, start with
...
DELKO: ... inmate records.
HORATIO: You got it.
(Delko starts typing as Horatio leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - POLYGRAPH ROOM - DAY]
(Speedle is being polygraphed. He sits in the chair and waits. He looks up and
sees the camera monitoring him.)
[CAMERA VIEW]
(On Speedle.)
(Jack Seeger leans forward as he watches Speedle on the monitor.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Calleigh is mapping out the intersection and shooting schematics on the
computer, digitizing it. She puts the hearse and cops on the monitor while
Horatio watches.)
CALLEIGH: Bad guys. (She adds the others.) Good guys. I recovered a hundred
and twenty-two pieces of firearms evidence.
HORATIO: Good work.
(Calleigh turns and glances behind her at Horatio.)
CALLEIGH: Thank you. Well, you know what they say. You don't really know who
you are until ...
HORATIO: All hell breaks loose.
(Calleigh turns back to the computer.)
CALLEIGH: Mm-hmm. So our round count on our two swat officers was fifty-four.
Of that, I got forty-five casings. Those are shown in blue.
HORATIO: Talk about bullets.
CALLEIGH: There were twelve. We dug them out of the hearse, trees, buildings,
several cars. It was the usual yield. Three-fourths of the casings, one-fourth
of the bullets.
HORATIO: The ex-cons used tec-9s, didn't they?
CALLEIGH: That's correct-- death talons. And those are shown here in red.
Now, of that, I got forty casings and eighteen projectiles. One of which
fatally killed Officer Hollis.
HORATIO: Anything else?
CALLEIGH: Yes. The green triangles are actually rounds that I matched to your
weapon. Seven total, not including the round that you pulled out of Laskey's
head or the one that came out of the doctor's office. So, it turns out you're a
good shot.
HORATIO: What about Speedle's 9?
CALLEIGH: (hesitates, but covers) That is ongoing. I haven't matched any
projectiles or casings to his weapon yet, but I'm not finished with the report.
HORATIO: Okay. Anything else?
CALLEIGH: Well, I've saved the best for last. You know the bullet you pulled
out of Lynn Martell's car?
HORATIO: Mm-hmm.
CALLEIGH: Trajectory from the final position turns out is from across the
street. We have a mystery shooter. So, our crime scene just got a lot bigger.
HORATIO: Okay, you know what? Get Tripp and go back over there. Nice work.
CALLEIGH: Thanks.
(Horatio leaves the room.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - POLYGRAPH ROOM - DAY]
(Speedle is questioned.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did you come here intending to lie?
SPEEDLE: No.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did you take part in an officer-involved shooting yesterday?
SPEEDLE: Your phraseology is misleading.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Please answer "yes" or "no."
SPEEDLE: Please rephrase the question.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: If you fail to cooperate...
SPEEDLE: Was I involved in a shoot-out? Yeah. Was an officer killed? Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did you disclose any information regarding the narcotics
transport?
SPEEDLE: No.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: The officer riding next to you was shot in the head. Was his
name Officer Hollis?
SPEEDLE: Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Were you shot in the chest?
SPEEDLE: Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did your vest protect you from serious injury?
SPEEDLE: Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did the suspects have any reason to kill Officer Hollis ...
but only wound you?
(Speedle's had it. He removes the monitoring devices from his fingertips, arms
and chest.)
SPEEDLE: You know what? This game's over. (Speedle stands up.) Sorry, but I
have an officer-involved case to investigate. So I don't have time for this
petty crap.
(Speedle walks out of the room. The Polygraph tester notes the results.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Calleigh finds Speedle in the hallway.)
CALLEIGH: Hey, can I talk to you for just a second?
SPEEDLE: It's not really a good time.
CALLEIGH: Well, I just wanted to talk to you before I ...
SPEEDLE: Before what?
CALLEIGH: Before I sent Horatio my report.
SPEEDLE: Look, my gun misfired, okay? I admit it. It misfired because I
didn't clean it. That's why it jammed up, and that's why Hollis is dead. Okay?
And I should probably resign.
CALLEIGH: That is not true. That was an ambush, he was shot from the left-hand
side, and there was nothing that you could have done about it.
SPEEDLE: Well, I feel like there was.
CALLEIGH: There wasn't. And all I'm saying is next time it could be you, and
I'm just ... I'm just begging you, clean your gun.
(Speedle looks away and sighs.)
SPEEDLE: I get it. Listen, uh ... you shouldn't have to be the one to tell
Horatio. I'll do it, okay?
CALLEIGH: Okay.
JACK SEEGER: Ms. Duquesne, you're up.
CALLEIGH: I've got one more knock-and-talk, and then I'm all yours.
JACK SEEGER: Don't make me call Lieutenant Caine.
CALLEIGH: I wouldn't make my L.T. take a call from you.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - GARAGE -- DAY]
(Horatio is printing the coffin when Det. Yelina Salas walks in.)
DET. YELINA SALAS: Get any prints?
HORATIO: Hmm. Well, we've got good ridge structure, but they'll probably end
up belonging to the suspects we have already.
DET. YELINA SALAS: Guy you want's too smart to put his hands on a casket?
HORATIO: Especially when it doubles as an arsenal.
DET. YELINA SALAS: Got your page. Are you thinking this heist is related to my
task force?
HORATIO: Nedir Kire. Have you ever heard that name?
DET. YELINA SALAS: No. Sounds Russian.
HORATIO: Well, wherever he's from, I think he put this whole thing together.
DET. YELINA SALAS: How about DEA, ATF's database?
HORATIO: No.
DET. YELINA SALAS: Dead ends. Well ... sorry I couldn't help.
HORATIO: I wouldn't say that.
(He looks at her.)
DET. YELINA SALAS: Oh, before I go, reporters called me last night. Because of
the shooting. They wanted a comment.
HORATIO: (surprised) What? Why?
DET. YELINA SALAS: Well, you know... my husband killed in the line of duty,
drug rip-off. And now, two years later, my brother-in-law at a drug heist
shoot-out.
DET. YELINA SALAS: You're not talking about reporters, you're talking about
Rayas.
DET. YELINA SALAS: (chuckles quietly) Horatio Caine mows his lawn, and Rayas
makes it prime-time news. I'm glad you're okay.
HORATIO: Always.
DET. YELINA SALAS: (smiles) Yeah. Good luck.
(Yelina leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(On the computer, Delko goes through the Department of Corrections lists.)
DELKO: (to himself) Nedir kire.
CUT TO:
[EXT. WAREHOUSE -- DAY]
(With her kit in hand, Calleigh walks up to the warehouse. She notices the
bullets in the wooden walls.)
(She puts her kit down and opens it to get a bindle. She finds another bullet
casing on the ground and picks it up. She looks at it.)
(A black car rolls into the small alley.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Hell, this place looks like a battle zone. Look at all the
stray gunfire.
CALLEIGH: You know, I'm not as concerned about the ones going in as the one
that came out.
(She shows him the bullet.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: You found that here?
CALLEIGH: Yeah. I think this gives us cause to search the place.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Yep.
(Det. Frank Tripp parks the car.)
(Cut to: He knocks on the door.)
(The door opens.)
CALLEIGH: Do you always work on Sundays?
PAUL TOMASSI: Only when I'm expecting a visit from an angel.
CALLEIGH: Well, you might think I'm the devil in just a second.
(Calleigh steps inside the warehouse.)
[INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY -CONTINUOUS]
(Calleigh, Frank Tripp and Paul Tomassi are in the warehouse.)
CALLEIGH: Did you see anybody out there shooting?
PAUL TOMASSI: No. I was hiding behind the limestone. (He points.) It sounded
like Liberty City on Fourth of July.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: You own a firearm, Mr. Tomassi?
PAUL TOMASSI: No.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: No? You mind if we take a look around?
CALLEIGH: It's important to recover all of the rounds in an officer-involved
shooting.
PAUL TOMASSI: Sure. Okay.
(Calleigh and Frank Tripp walk around.)
(Calleigh starts with the bullet hole. She turns on a laser light and lines it
up with the bullet hole.)
VARIOUS CUTS OF:
(Calleigh moves some of the boards away from the limestone sheets. She sniffs
and rubs her nose. She continues to work.)
(She pushes a couple of limestone sheets away to get to the bullet. She wiggles
the bullet out of the limestone.)
(She sniffles and rubs her nose.)
(Calleigh continues to work on getting the bullet out of the limestone.)
(Det. Frank Tripp questions Paul Tomassi.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: What were you doing at the time of the shooting?
PAUL TOMASSI: I was working on the limestone. I don't know anything.
(Calleigh pulls the bullet out of the limestone.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Good, 'cause I'm done here.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - POLYGRAPH ROOM - DAY]
(Calleigh is being polygraphed.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did you tell me your name was Calleigh Duquesne?
CALLEIGH: (perky and rambly) Yes, I did. But my nickname is "lamb chop". But
only my dad calls me that now. Oh, I know, I'm sorry. Okay, "yes" or "no"
only. Fire away.
(Calleigh's graph is all over the place.)
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did you consume any alcohol or drugs in an attempt to
influence this exam?
CALLEIGH: No.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Did you process drug evidence for dispo day?
CALLEIGH: Yes.
POLYGRAPH TESTER: Was that drug cocaine?
CALLEIGH: Yes.
(Calleigh smiles at the tester, proud that she was answering the questions
correctly.)
CUT TO:
[MONITORING ROOM]
(Jack Seeger stares at the monitor.)
[POLYGRAPH ROOM]
(Calleigh is sitting on the chair when Jack Seeger walks in. Calleigh stands
up. He hands her a urine sample cup.)
JACK SEEGER: We need a sample.
(She takes the cup from him.)
CALLEIGH: Well, okay, um ... but I'm not going to do it in front of you.
(Calleigh turns to leave.)
CUT TO:
[INT. SEEGER'S OFFICE - DAY]
(Jack Seeger sits behind his desk looking through a file. Horatio walks into
the room.)
HORATIO: You wanted to see me?
JACK SEEGER: I think we found our mole. Calleigh Duquesne just tested positive
for cocaine.
(He hands the test results to Horatio.)
(An officer escorts Calleigh into the office.)
CALLEIGH: Horatio, I don't know what happened. I promise you, I have never
done any type of drug.
HORATIO: I know you didn't. She will appeal.
JACK SEEGER: Appeal. Until then, she's relieved of duty.
HORATIO: You're making a mistake.
JACK SEEGER: Your CSI pops positive, and you don't think she's the mole?
HORATIO: That's correct.
JACK SEEGER: What are you talking about?
(Horatio steps forward.)
HORATIO: You guys couldn't find your ass with both hands. Now, you should be
thanking her.
JACK SEEGER: Why?
HORATIO: Because, if it's what I think ... she just cracked the case.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. JACK SEEGER'S OFFICE -- DAY]
(Calleigh is sitting in the chair across the desk. Horatio walks in.)
HORATIO: How you feeling?
CALLEIGH: (jittery) Like a hummingbird on six cups of coffee.
HORATIO: Describe that to me.
CALLEIGH: Uh, I feel confused, angry, confused. I-I know that I have said this
to you before, but I want to make sure that you know. I did not take anything.
HORATIO: Okay, hang on a second. Are your lips numb?
CALLEIGH: Yes.
HORATIO: Okay. Now, what have you been doing for the last eight hours?
CALLEIGH: Tripp and I were following the mystery trajectory. We-we went to the
tile place. I ate a granola bar. Uh, then we went back to the firearms lab.
HORATIO: Okay. All right. Hang on a second. You went to the tile place. What
did you find at the tile place?
CALLEIGH: I found a bullet, but no casings. It had gone through the door, and
it had lodged into the tile. I think it was Italian marble, and I had a very
difficult time digging it out.
(Quick flashback to: [WAREHOUSE] Calleigh digs the bullet out of the tile.
End of flashback. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: Okay. I think you've been dosed.
(Quick flashback to: [WAREHOUSE] In a cloud of dust, Calleigh sniffles and
dabs at her nose with her wrist as she works. End of flashback. Resume to
present.)
HORATIO: Where's the bullet now?
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(The bullet tests positive for cocaine.)
HORATIO: That's cocaine.
CUT TO:
[INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY]
(Delko smashes the tile while Horatio tests it for cocaine. The test is
negative.)
HORATIO: No, let's do another one.
PAUL TOMASSI: Come on, that's marble from the Avellino province. Do you have
any idea how much one of those costs?
HORATIO: About half as much as two. Go ahead.
(Delko smashes the next tile.)
PAUL TOMASSI: Okay, okay, okay.
HORATIO: Paul, why don't you just tell us where the cocaine is, because we are
happy to test every tile in here. So, it's up to you.
(Delko pulls down the next sheet.)
PAUL TOMASSI: (gives in) Follow me.
HORATIO: All right.
(He shows them some tile sheets under some plastic wrap. He pulls the plastic
aside. Horatio tests the tiles and finds it positive for cocaine.)
HORATIO: Blue as sky.
DELKO: Cocaine hydrochloride.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm! I've seen it pressed into plastic before, but this is new.
(Quick flashback to: The cocaine bags are opened and mixed into a blue bucket.)
(The mixture is mixed with something. It's placed in tile molds.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: This looks like some type of adhesive. Organic. Maybe like a sap.
DELKO: Yeah, it's not very strong.
HORATIO: No, but it maintains its purity.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: How do you get it back to powder?
HORATIO: I don't know. Let's ask Paul.
(Quick flashback to: The tile is doused with liquid and mixed back into a
paste. The past is put in a jar and placed in a freezer. It freezes back into
powder.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: Nice way to move cocaine in plain sight, unless you're just laundering
the profits. Either way, we've got you for murder.
(Det. Frank Tripp takes out his handcuffs and starts to put it on Paul Tomassi.)
PAUL TOMASSI: Murder? It's just coke.
HORATIO: Courtesy of a couple of dead cops, it's not.
PAUL TOMASSI: Oh, no, you've got it wrong, man. This isn't the stuff you're
looking for. I got this from Haiti three weeks ago. Underside of a cruise
ship.
HORATIO: Well, we'll see about that, won't we? We're going to take it with us.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Speedle and Horatio are in the lab. Speedle holds a piece of cocaine tile. He
looks at Horatio.)
SPEEDLE: I'm going to need to talk to you later about something.
HORATIO: Okay, you just let me know.
(Speedle puts the tile into a large glass tank. It starts dissolving
immediately. Inside the white powder, flecks of red fall to the bottom of the
tank.)
HORATIO: Wait a second. That's a piece of evidence tape.
SPEEDLE: Yeah.
(Quick flashback to: The cocaine bag it wrapped with red tape. End of flash.
Resume to present.)
HORATIO: This cocaine did not come from Haiti.
SPEEDLE: Not unless Haiti's in the middle of our crime lab.
HORATIO: That's right.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY]
(Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp interview Paul Tomassi.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: You're not smart enough to put this thing together on your
own. Who's your partner?
PAUL TOMASSI: I don't have one. My name is the only one on the company's
paper.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: That's 'cause you're stupid. Now, who's your partner.
HORATIO: Does "Nedir Kire" ring a bell?
PAUL TOMASSI: No.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: You believe him, Lieutenant?
HORATIO: No.
(Paul Tomassi glances away.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(An organizational chart is drawn on the glass board:
NEDIR KIRE
| -- |
LASKEY -- CASSIDY -- TOMASSI
| |
TOOLEY SANTOYO
| |
MACHER MARTIN
|
RUBIO
(Delko studies the Organizational chart when Horatio walks in.)
HORATIO: Any progress?
DELKO: No.
(But Horatio is staring at the back of the glass board.)
HORATIO: Eric ... come here a minute. Although it's been confused for Russian,
if you read "Nedir Kire" backwards, it spells "Erik Riden."
DELKO: Erik Riden, you are about to be searched.
(Delko runs a search on the name. He comes up with an article.)
DELKO: (reads) "Newark's Erik Riden of Whaler College, Reporting on the New
Student Cafeteria for WXLY." Erik Riden.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm. Zoom in on that picture.
(Delko enlarges the photo.)
HORATIO: Now, does that look familiar to you?
DELKO: Enrique Rayas.
HORATIO: Enrique Rayas. Film at eleven. He probably changed it from Erik to
Enrique after he moved to Miami.
DELKO: Where'd he get the Rayas from?
HORATIO: Probably out of the air.
DELKO: Makes sense. Appeal to the local Hispanic audience. Now how do we
prove it?
HORATIO: Wait a minute. Is this the footage from the day of the shooting?
DELKO: It is.
HORATIO: Zoom in on that.
(Delko zooms in on the flecks on the shirt.)
DELKO: That could be gunpowder residue.
HORATIO: If it is ... he just broadcast it all over the Miami news.
CUT TO:
[EXT. INCINERATOR -- DAY]
(Enrique Rayas interviews Bob Stokes, the owner.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Many people are saying that they should shut down the
incinerator in the wake of the shooting. What are your feelings about that?
BOB STOKES: Well, as the owner, I mean, I can understand people's fear, but ...
HORATIO: What people should be afraid of is Nedir Kire.
BOB STOKES: What is he ... ?
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Cut, cut!
(He turns around and sees Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp standing behind him.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Oh, excuse me. What are you talking about?
HORATIO: We will discuss it on the ride. There's your car.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: We have a warrant for the clothes you wore yesterday.
(Det. Frank Tripp escorts Enrique Rayas away. Horatio steps forward to Bob
Stokes.)
HORATIO: Mr. Stokes, as owner of the incinerator, you knew the date, the time
and the route the truck took. So, did you tell Enrique?
BOB STOKES: I don't even tell my wife that stuff. I told all of this to your
Detective yesterday.
HORATIO: Bob, I can be a friend on this.
(He hesitates for a beat.)
BOB STOKES: I might have made a mistake.
HORATIO: Come on.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY]
(Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp interview Enrique Rayas.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: We know how you found out about Dispo Day.
HORATIO: (whispers) Silence. (louder) Enrique -- I mean, Erik -- the
incinerator owner that tipped you off is down at homicide as we speak, giving
his statement. So ...
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Talk to us, Enrique. It's your last chance.
[OBSERVATION ROOM]
(Jack Seeger watches the interview through the window.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: We know you were the brains behind the coke operation. Your
partner, Tomassi, already gave you up. You're on your own, anyway.
(Enrique Rayas holds his phone up and starts dialing.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Do you guys get cell service in here? Because I'm-I'm having a
...
(Horatio chuckles.)
HORATIO: The substance on your shirt, Enrique -- that blue substance -- that's
gunpowder.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Which places you there as the shooter.
(Quick flashback to: [DAY] During the shootout, Enrique raises his own gun and
fires. End of flashback. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: It also means that you not only organized the hijacking, you
participated in it on the day. And I want to know why. Television station not
paying you enough? Cocaine tile business not cutting it?
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Did you see the coverage?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: That footage aired nationally.
ENRIQUE RAYAS: And it came from a secondary market. It came from Miami.
HORATIO: For fame, fortune, and one hell of an alibi?
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Ripe piece of tape, Horatio. And you and I, my friend, we are
going to get everything we want.
HORATIO: I agree, my friend. The difference is, you will be receiving yours in
a six-by-nine cell.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Jack Seeger steps out into the hallway. Horatio steps out of the interview
room into the hallway.)
JACK SEEGER: So, how'd you tie the leak back to the incinerator owner?
(Horatio starts to walk down the hallway.)
HORATIO: I just talked to him.
JACK SEEGER: Oh, come on!
HORATIO: I find that hooking someone up to a wire tends to interfere with the
process. But that's just me.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio finds Speedle.)
HORATIO: Speed? You wanted to talk?
SPEEDLE: I heard you got the guy behind the shooting.
HORATIO: That's true.
SPEEDLE: (takes a deep breath) Yeah, uh ... the thing I wanted to talk to you
about...
HORATIO: mm-hmm?
SPEEDLE: My gun...
HORATIO: Speed ... we were ambushed, and it happens.
SPEEDLE: Yeah, but, uh ...
HORATIO: You got to believe me. These things happen. You didn't do anything
wrong. (Speedle shakes his head.) You're a good man.
(Speedle sighs.)
HORATIO: Okay?
SPEEDLE: Thanks.
(Horatio holds out a package.)
SPEEDLE: What's that?
HORATIO: This is a belated birthday present for you. Happy birthday. Okay?
(Speedle nods.) Now, you hang in there.
SPEEDLE: Thanks.
(Horatio leaves. Speedle opens the package and finds a Gun Cleaning Kit. He
hods.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. CSI - FRONT - DAY]
(Reporters hover out front. The doors open and two officers escort Enrique
Rayas out of the building. The reporters swarm around him shouting questions.)
ENRIQUE RAYAS: No comment.
ENRIQUE RAYAS: Come on.
ENRIQUE RAYAS: No comment.
REPORTERS: Mr. Rayas, Mr. Rayas, is it true that...?
REPORTERS: Over here, Mr. Rayas, I've got a question...
(Reporters continue to shout questions at him as the officers help him into the
car.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. INCINERATOR - DAY]
(A siren chirps. The evidence truck successfully makes it to the incinerator.
Horatio stands at the front and watches it pull in. The white Special Response
Team truck pulls in after it.)
[INT. INCINERATOR - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(The large mechanical claw lifts the drugs and other evidence to be burned.)
(It drops the drugs into the bin.)
DISSOLVE TO:
[INT. INCINERATOR]
(Through the small incinerator window, Horatio watches the drugs burn.)
FADE TO BLACK.
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THE END
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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
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CSI: MIAMI
1X18: DISPO DAY
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 03/10/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD
Starring:
DAVID CARUSO as Horatio Caine
EMILY PROCTER as Calleigh Duquesne
ADAM RODRIGUEZ as Eric Delko
KHANDI ALEXANDER as Alexx Woods
with
RORY COCHRANE as Tim Speedle
and
KIM DELANEY as Megan Donner
Created by ANTHONY E. ZUIKER, ANN DONAHUE, CAROL MENDELSOHN
Starring
REX LINN as Det. Frank Tripp
NICK SEARCY as IAB Officer Jack Seeger
SOFIA MILOS as Det. Yelina Salas
SALLI RICHARDSON WHITFIELD as Laura
ANNIKA PETERSON as Polygraph Tester
JULIE ANN EMERY as Lynn Martell
CARLOS LACAMARA as Dr. Guillermo Santoyo
MAXIMO MORRONE as Paul Tomassi
DON McMANUS as Reporter Enrique Rayas/Erik Riden/Nedir Kire
Music Composed by: GRAEME REVELL
Edited by JOHN REFOUA, A.C.E.
Production Designer: CAROLS BARBOSA
Director of Photography: WALT LLOYD
Co-Producer: FRANK BALLOU
Co-Producer: BRUCE GOLIN
Co-Producer: LOIS JOHNSON
Co-Producer: STEVEN MAEDA
Producer: JOE CHAPPELLE
Consulting Producer: MARK ISRAEL
Consulting Producer: ELIZABETH DEVINE
Co-Executive Producer: LAURIE McCARTHY
Co-Executive Producer: DANNY CANNON
Executive Producer: DAVID BLACK
Executive Producer: SAM STRANGIS
Executive Producer: JONATHAN LITTMAN
Executive Producer: NANCY MILLER
Teleplay by: ELIZABETH DEVINE
Story by: ILDY MODROVICH & LAURENCE WALSH
Directed by: DAVID GROSSMAN
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END CREDITS
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Executive Producer: JERRY BRUCKHEIMER
Executive Producer: ANTHONY E. ZUIKER
Executive Producer: CAROL MENDELSOHN
Executive Producer: ANN DONAHUE
JERRY BRUCKHEIMER Television
Alliance Atlantis Productions Inc.
CBS Productions, Inc.
Featuring
TROY ROBINSON as Lester Cassidy
TAD GRIFFITH as SWAT #1
THOMAS ROBINSON HARPER as SWAT #2
MICHAEL RUNYARD as Sergeant Hollis
TIM TRELLA as Mike Tooley
MIC RODGERS as Jeff Macher
LARRY RIPPENKROEGER as Sam Laskey
JOHN MEIER as Cesar Rubio
ANNIE ELLIS as Lynn Martell Stunt Double
OAKLEY LEHMAN as Horatio Stunt Double
BOB BROWN as Speedle Stunt Double
Line Producer: JEAN HIGGINS
Associate Producer: GINA LAMAR
Associate Producer: SCOTT LAUTANEN
Casting by: NAN DUTTON & JOHN A. AIELLO, C.S.A.
Original Casting by: ROBERT ULRICH, C.S.A., ERIC DAWSON, C.S.A., CAROL KRITZER,
C.S.A.
Story Editor: GWENDOLYN PARKER
Unit Production Manager: JEAN HIGGINS
First Assistant Director: GARY DIAGLER
Second Assistant Directors: NANCY P. TOWNSEND
Costume Designer: MYNKA DRAPER
Forensics Consultant: JOHN HAYNES
Production Sound Mixers: DONOVAN DEAR
Script Supervisor: CLAUDIA YARMY
Special Make-Up Effects: MATTHEW W. MUNGLE / CHUCK O'BRIEN
Art Director: TIM BEACH
Set Decorator: CINDY COBURN-ROTH
Construction Coordinator: JOHN KERSEY
Special Effects Coordinators: GARY D'AMICO
Property Master: MIKE SEXTON / DOUG POOLE
Key Grip: JOEY KRAFT
Gaffer: JACK SCHLOSSER
Key Make-Up Artist: PEGGY TEAGUE
Key Hairstylist: TERRY ROBBINS
Camera Operator: MIKE GENNE
2ND 2ND Assistant Directors: ROBYN WILLEY
Location Manager: MAC GORDON
Costume Supervisor: BRIAN MAHON
Transportation Coordinator: BOB CAWLEY
Stunt Coordinator: FREDDIE HICE
2nd Unit: MICHAEL PHIRMAN
Colorist: GARETH COOK
Supervising Sound Editor: MATTHEW SAWELSON
Music Supervisor: JASON ALEXANDER
Assistant Editor: EDWARD R. ABROMS
Post Production Supervisor: MICKIE REUSTER
Loop Group: THE REEL TEAM
Dialogue Editor: TODD NIESEN
ADR Editor: RUTH ADELMAN
Sound Effects Editor: BRAD KATONA
Re-Recording Mixers: YURI REESE / BILL SMITH
Music Editor: ASHLEY REVELL
Visual Effects Supervisors: LARRY DETWILER / MARC LEIDY
Digital Effects by STARGATE DIGITAL
Computer Playback and Graphics by E=MC2
High Definition Post Production by ENCORE
Film Laboratories by FOTOKEM
Post Production Sound Provided by TODD STUDIOS
Filmed at EL SEGUNDO STUDIOS
"Won't Get Fooled Again"
by Pete Townshend
Performed by The Who
The persons and events portrayed in this film are fictitious. Any similarity to
actual persons, living or dead, or any events is unintentional.
(c) 2003 CBS Worldwide Inc., and Alliance Atlantis Productions, Inc. All Rights
Reserved.
CBS Broadcasting Inc, and Alliance Atlantis Productions Inc, are the authors of
this program for the purposes of copyright and other laws.
Dated:11/17/2004~lky
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