CSI: MIAMI
1X19: DOUBLE CAP
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SUMMARY: The team investigates the murder of a woman found near a hotel pool.
The nature of the murder has them suspecting that it's an hit. While searching
for the woman's identity, they set of several red flags in the Federal Database
Witness Protection Program which sends the Feds and the US Marshal their way.
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CSI: MIAMI
1X19: DOUBLE CAP
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COLD OPEN:
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) -- DAY]
LYRICS:
D-d-dancin' / dancin' to the beat as he rocks like this / d-dancin' / d-d-
dancin' / dancin' to the beat as he rocks like this / d-dancin' / d-d-dancin' /
dancin' to the beat as he rocks like this / d-dancin' / d-d-dancin' / dancin' to
the beat as he rocks like this...
[EXT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL -- POOLSIDE - DAY]
(A woman reclines on the poolside chair. In time, she fades away.)
(Dissolve to: A second woman, blonde and tanned sits down in the poolside
chair. In time, she fades away.)
(A waiter picks up the drinks left behind.)
(Dissolve to: The Poolboys fix and reset the pool chairs.)
(In time, they vanish.)
(A waiter steps up and sees a woman still reclining on one of the chairs. He
walks over to her.)
WAITER: Excuse me, ma'am.
(She doesn't respond.)
WAITER: Excuse me. Ma'am?
(He reaches out and lifts up her hat. He gasps at what he sees and drops the
hat on the ground.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL -- POOLSIDE - DAY]
(Horatio and Det. John Hagen make their way down the stairs toward the pool.)
HORATIO: So nobody noticed anything?
DET. JOHN HAGEN: She turned and burned like everyone else around here. Last
person waited on her around 2:30. Hotel policy -- never wake a guest poolside.
HORATIO: Okay, so where are the attendants now?
DET. JOHN HAGEN: The entire shift's waiting inside.
HORATIO: All righty.
(Speedle raises his camera and snaps a photo.)
FLASH TO:
(Det. John Hagen looks down at the body.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Looks like a dried roast.
HORATIO: We got a bullet wound to the back of the head here.
(Camera zooms in for a close-up of the woman's bloodied scalp.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Sniper?
HORATIO: No, I think I see a stellate wound, so that makes it close range.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Publicly.
(He looks around.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Who would risk a murder like this in front of all these people
in broad daylight?
HORATIO: Someone who wanted to make it public.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Guy's got to be crazy.
HORATIO: Not that crazy. He got our attention.
(Horatio puts on his glasses and looks out in front of him.)
FADE TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) -- DAY]
[EXT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL -- POOLSIDE -- DAY]
(A camera snaps a photo of the dead woman. More flashes of the woman's legs and
back.)
(Horatio and Alexx examine the body.)
HORATIO: Well, she traveled light.
ALEXX: But well. Three hundred dollar Helen Kaminski tote bag. Ooh, and look
at her ring.
(Camera zooms in for a close-up of the ring on the woman's finger.)
HORATIO: Yes, an emerald. Cleopatra's favorite gem. Oval cut, too.
(Calleigh walks toward them.)
CALLEIGH: Shark's choking on everything. The grid search offered up six
sprinkler heads, a bottle cap, and a spoon.
HORATIO: Bottom line, no casings.
CALLEIGH: So either the shooter used a revolver or they were smart enough to
pick up the cartridge. Alexx, can you characterize the wound?
(Alexx checks the wound.)
ALEXX: Definite searing.
CALLEIGH: Barrel to skin? This may have been an execution.
ALEXX: Or a very good imitation.
HORATIO: It seems real to me. It's the victim that's wrong.
(Alexx looks up at Horatio.)
ALEXX: You mean female?
HORATIO: Mm-hmm. See you back at the post, ladies. Nice going.
(Horatio turns to leave.)
CUT TO:
[INT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL -- LOBBY - DAY]
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Caine?
(John Hagen catches up with Horatio in the hotel lobby.)
HORATIO: Mm-hmm.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Front desk says the victim's name is Gloria Tynan.
HORATIO: She regular or strange?
DET. JOHN HAGEN: She checks into the penthouse suite every Tuesday with a guy.
Nobody knows his name.
HORATIO: Okay, so let's keep the cleaning crew out of there until my guys get
here.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: There's more. Her hotel bill's always paid in cash.
HORATIO: Paid for a penthouse in cash, and yet we only found ten dollars in her
purse.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: First she checked out, then went to the pool. Front desk says
it's part of her routine.
HORATIO: Wasn't routine today, was it?
(John Hagen nods.)
CUT TO:
[INT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL - ELEVATOR - DAY]
(Speedle and Delko are in the elevator. Speedle looks up and sees something.)
SPEEDLE: Hey, check it out.
DELKO: (amused) We on TV?
(The elevator starts moving up.)
SPEEDLE: No, it's Alexx.
(Delko turns and looks. On the monitor, they see Alexx accompanying the gurney
with the body.)
SPEEDLE: It's the crime scene. We were just down there.
DELKO: That means that security might have caught our shooter in the act.
SPEEDLE: Yeah, I got to get my hands on today's footage.
DELKO: (chuckles) Hey, there's no way you're getting out of processing this
hotel room with me.
SPEEDLE: (deadpans) Why would I try to do that? I love hotel rooms. Body
fluids everywhere.
DELKO: (nods) Good. Glove up.
(He hands Speedle a pair of latex.)
(The elevator stops. Speedle takes the gloves and they both leave the
elevator.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - SUNSET]
[INT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL - PENTHOUSE SUITE - DAY]
(Delko and Speedle enter the penthouse suite. They look around the area.)
DELKO: Movies on command, got a full bar. It's definitely the way to go.
(They walk into the bedroom.)
SPEEDLE: Something tells me the mini-bar isn't the reason to come up here.
DELKO: Yeah.
(They stop in front of the bed.)
DELKO: Bed's made.
SPEEDLE: Maybe they did it on the spread.
(Cut to: Delko uses the ALS to check the bed spread for body fluids. Speedle
is in the bathroom. He flips the light switch on.)
(Delko find something on the wall and circles it.)
(With the lights on, he dusts the circled area on the wall for prints. He puts
his brush down and snaps photos of the print he's found.)
DELKO: Hey, I got a partial here.
(Speedle is by the television entertainment console.)
SPEEDLE: Gonna be thousands of those.
DELKO: Yeah, this one had a glaze. Might be fresh.
(He pulls out a tape from the video machine.)
SPEEDLE: Got some porn here.
DELKO: Get out of here. A girl that hot? Guy had to be a viagra case.
SPEEDLE: So the suspect's probably over forty. You know what, I'm going to go
watch those surveillance tapes.
(Delko tape lifts the print.)
DELKO: Don't digitize that one by mistake.
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL - LOBBY -- NIGHT]
(All the waiters are lined up as Calleigh instructs them.)
CALLEIGH: Okay, gentlemen, I'm going to need y'all to show me your hands.
(They hold out their hands.)
WAITER: I'll show you anything you want.
CALLEIGH: Well, aren't you accommodating?
(Calleigh starts testing the Waiter's hands.)
WAITER: What's this for?
CALLEIGH: There was a woman who was murdered on y'all's shift, poolside.
(The Waiters look at each other. Calleigh goes to the next waiter. She notices
his delicate, jeweled watch.)
CALLEIGH: Is this yours?
WAITER 2: Yeah.
CALLEIGH: It's pretty. It's delicate. You don't have a tan line.
WAITER 2: I only wear it at the end of my shift.
(She looks at the Waiter.)
CALLEIGH: After you take it off a victim? She has black crystal earrings that
match.
(Quick flash to: Camera zooms in on the crystal earrings on the victim. End of
flash. Resume to present.)
WAITER: Look, it was laying on her towel, okay? I didn't touch her.
CALLEIGH: You don't have to touch somebody to shoot them.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - FORENSICS LAB - NIGHT]
(Alexx goes over the findings with Horatio.)
ALEXX: Possible intercourse. I collected samples.
HORATIO: Okay. Let's look for DNA from a potential suspect. And what about the
gunshot wound?
ALEXX: Turns out it's two.
(Alexx pushes aside the victim's hair to show the wound to Horatio.)
HORATIO: Clustered.
(Camera zooms in to the wound.)
HORATIO: Pros tap twice. Up close and personal, don't they?
ALEXX: Then we are dealing with a pro. Shooter pressed the barrel against her
skull ...
(Quick CGI POV: Close-up of a gun barrel pressed up against a dark-haired
person. End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: ... jerks from the first impact, fires again.
(Close-up of a gun trigger. The person fires twice. Camera moves over to the
head wound. End of close-up. Resume to present.)
(Alexx hands the baggie to Horatio.)
ALEXX: Two bullets.
(He takes the bag and she picks up a small tube.)
ALEXX: Along with this.
(Close-up of: Black, rubber-like residue on the bottom of the tube.)
ALEXX: Rubbery consistency.
(Horatio takes the tube from Alexx.)
HORATIO: Hmm. Let me get this to trace. Anything steel or metal, Alexx?
ALEXX: Such as?
HORATIO: Maybe like from a suppressor.
ALEXX: Suppressor would explain why nobody at the pool heard the big bang-bang
-- but no, just lead.
HORATIO: Okay, her ten card, as soon as you can.
ALEXX: If you tell me your theory.
HORATIO: Okay, pretty girl, two taps to the back of the head. Worlds collide.
(Horatio leaves. Alexx picks up the woman's hand and prints her index finger.)
DISSOLVE TO:
[COMPUTER PRINT]
(The finger print is run through the database.)
[INT. CSI - PRINT LAB - NIGHT]
(Horatio watches as the tech runs the print. Calleigh walks up to the lab.)
CALLEIGH: Hi. I have a suspect I'd like you to visit. He swiped our lady's
wristwatch at the pool. Homicide has him in holding.
HORATIO: Okay. It looks like you may have a minor-league thief on your hands.
CALLEIGH: Really?
HORATIO: Yeah, pending evidence.
(Calleigh's phone rings. She answers it.)
CALLEIGH: Excuse me. Duquesne. (long pause) Yeah, okay. I'll be there as
soon as I can break away. Thank you.
(She hangs up.)
HORATIO: I need you to take a look at the bullets we extracted from the victim.
(He hands her the baggie with the bullets.)
CALLEIGH: Sure thing.
HORATIO: Particular attention to the striations.
CALLEIGH: Do you mind if I run a quick errand before I do?
HORATIO: No.
CALLEIGH: Okay. Thanks.
(Horatio watches Calleigh leave.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB - NIGHT]
(Speedle walks into the A/V Lab where the Security Tech is managing at least
four monitors of video.)
SPEEDLE: How do you like that Agramonte color surveillance?
SECURITY TECH: Not your average liquor store security. $250,000 digital
system. Just pulled it off DAT. Here's your victim -- Gloria Tynan.
(Quick flashes of the victim in a bikini walking around the pool. End of
flashes.)
SECURITY TECH: She's spending a weekday lounging by the pool at the Agramonte.
What am I doing here?
SPEEDLE: You're making a difference in your community.
(The Security Tech nods.)
SECURITY TECH: That's the last visual of her, from any angle.
SPEEDLE: Okay, so the cabana hides her.
SECURITY TECH: Next time we see her, she's being carried out in a body bag.
But you can tell she asks the attendant for a phone.
(Quick flash of: On the surveillance video, a waiter kneels down next to the
lounge chair and hands Gloria Tynan a phone. End of flash. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: Which one is he?
(The Security Tech zooms in on the Waiter's name tag.)
SPEEDLE: Hugo. Simpkins in trace said that we didn't find any GSR on any of
the pool guys. Is that a cell phone on the ground?
SECURITY TECH: Zoom, zoom, zoom.
SPEEDLE: Why would she ask for a hotel land line when she's got a cell phone
next to her?
SECURITY TECH: Battery dead?
SPEEDLE: I don't think so. I'm going to get into it. Study every pixel.
(Speedle leaves the lab.)
CUT TO:
[INT. WHISKEY STOP (BAR) - NIGHT]
(Calleigh walks into the bar. She looks at the bartender.)
CALLEIGH: Hey, Dana.
(Dana points to her right.)
CALLEIGH: Thank you.
( Mumbling a song )
CALLEIGH: Hey, dad.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Lambchop ... well, look at you.
CALLEIGH: Here I am.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Yeah.
CALLEIGH: Were you singing songs for the customers?
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Oh, well, nothing that they haven't ardently requested
of me.
CALLEIGH: How about I give you a ride home?
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: I walked here.
CALLEIGH: Well, I realize that, dad. How about you walk me out to my car?
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Why, certainly. Okay. (He stands up.) Good night,
all.
(He offers his arm to Calleigh. She takes it and they head out of the bar.)
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: A gentlemen may never refuse the request of a lady.
Let your old dad take you out to dinner.
(They walk out of the bar.)
[EXT. WHISKEY STOP (BAR) - PARKING LOT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: We'll go to that restaurant in coral gables that your
mama's always talking about.
CALLEIGH: I can't, dad. I'm working.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Now?
CALLEIGH: Yeah. Get in the car. I've got to go back to CSI.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: You know, you are much too pretty to work as hard as
you do.
CALLEIGH: I know you think you just paid me a big old compliment, but ...
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: But nothing. You are. Beautiful since the day you
were born. Beautiful girl.
CALLEIGH: Okay, come on. I'll let you sit in the front.
(Calleigh opens the car door.)
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: I miss you, Calleigh.
(He climbs into the car.)
CALLEIGH: I'm here right now, dad.
(She closes the door.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - PRINT LAB - NIGHT]
(They find a match to the print.)
DELKO: Getting a hit off of our victim's ten card?
HORATIO: AFIS.
DELKO: I've got lots of partials. I'm still trying to make sense of them.
(The results on the monitor read:
Gloria Abigail Tynan
908 Elmwood Ave.
Coral Gables, FL 33114
Regal Harbor Boat Tours
21 Grand St.
South Miami, FL 33143
(305) 555-0161
HORATIO: Look at this. Regal Harbor Boat Tours. Place of employment.
(On the right of the screen is a flashing red number:
FED#: 202-7412143R
DELKO: That's weird. I've never seen that on a general file before.
HORATIO: Gloria's been flagged.
DELKO: What? Why?
HORATIO: I don't know. Take a look at this. These are our friends in DC.
That's a 202 area code.
DELKO: Yeah, you want me to contact them?
HORATIO: You know what? I think we just did, by accessing this file.
DELKO: It's cross-referenced.
HORATIO: Could be DEA, FBI ... I figure we got about two hours before we get a
visit by somebody in a suit and a pair of ray-bans.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[INT. CSI - BALLISTICS SHOOTING RANGE - NIGHT]
(A dummy is up against a pole. Two shots are fired into the dummy's chest.)
(Calleigh puts her gun down.)
(She removes her ear phones and walks toward the dummy. The clock on the far
wall reads 5:40.)
(She checks on the bullets on the pole behind the dummy.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - BALLISTICS - NIGHT]
(Horatio walks into the lab where Calleigh is.)
HORATIO: Knock, knock, knock.
(Calleigh looks up.)
HORATIO: Everything okay?
CALLEIGH: Yeah, it's fine.
HORATIO: You sure?
CALLEIGH: Sometimes it's difficult to have family.
HORATIO: Sometimes, it's more difficult not to.
CALLEIGH: True.
HORATIO: Okay. Interesting striations?
CALLEIGH: I fired this projectile out of a standard .22, like the one they used
on Gloria.
HORATIO: A single set of striations.
(He looks into the scope.)
(Scope view of: Striations.)
CALLEIGH: But the one pulled out of Gloria ...
(She switches the slides.)
CALLEIGH: ...had two sets.
HORATIO: Okay. Confirming silencer.
(Scope view of: Striations.)
CALLEIGH: Yes, but it was a weird one. You know that substance you sent to
trace? It was neoprene. So this is what I think happened.
(Calleigh walks over to the glass board to draw what she thinks it is as she
explains it to Horatio.)
CALLEIGH: Well, I mean, you know, anyone with half a brain can build a
silencer, so the suspect attached metal tubing to the end of the barrel, and
then filled the suppressor tube around it with bronze, wool, and lithium grease
to dissipate any expulsion of gasses and to keep the explosion down, and then,
finally, capped it all off with a black neoprene washer.
(Quick CGI POV to: Close-up of the gun trigger being squeezed.)
CALLEIGH: (v.o.) So you have one set of striations from the barrel...
(The gun fires and the bullet is expelled out of the gun through a cross-section
of the barrel.)
CALLEIGH: (v.o.) ... another set from the silencer, ...
(The bullet passes through the silencer.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
CALLEIGH: and then, finally, the washer fragments to silence any escaping
sound.
(Calleigh caps her pen and turns around to look at Horatio.)
(Quick CGI POV of: The bullet passes out of the silencer and into the flesh.
End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: Did you run these bullets through IBIS?
CALLEIGH: I did. And the first set of striations matches an unsolved four-
year-old armed robbery in Uleta.
HORATIO: Uleta? Who was the case detective?
CALLEIGH: Your sister-in-law.
(Horatio chuckles.)
HORATIO: Family.
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BULLPEN - DAY]
(Horatio walks through the bullpen toward Yelina's office.)
HORATIO: Hi.
YELINA SALAS: Hi. Um ... I'll meet you at my desk.
HORATIO: Okay.
(He turns and leaves.)
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - YELINA'S OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio looks at a framed family photo of Yelina and her family near a
Christmas Tree. Horatio smiles.)
(Yelina walks into her office and hands Horatio the file.)
YELINA SALAS: Here's the file you called me about.
HORATIO: You remember this case?
YELINA SALAS: Oh, yeah. Savings and Loan in Uleta. Two suspects, ski masks,
twenty-twos, terrorized the tellers and got away with 600 k in cash.
HORATIO: How about eyewitnesses?
YELINA SALAS: Teller noticed a dark mole on one of the suspect's neck. Only
other one brave enough to look at them was a security guard. They shot him in
the head. Twice.
HORATIO: Father of three.
(Horatio puts the file folder down on the desk in front of the framed family
photo.)
YELINA SALAS: I really wanted to give his widow something. A year and half
later, I can't even bring her a name.
HORATIO: I think I may be able to. Somebody slapped a silencer on the weapon
that was used in your robbery, and yesterday, at the Agramonte Hotel, the same
MO was used to execute a woman.
YELINA SALAS: Yeah, I saw that on the news.
HORATIO: A lot of people did.
YELINA SALAS: You're thinking this is some kind of a wake-up call?
(Horatio nods.)
YELINA SALAS: From one of the guys who pulled my S&L job.
HORATIO: I think there's a chance of it.
YELINA SALAS: Okay, what's the vic's name?
HORATIO: She's been flagged by Washington, so I can only tell you who she
isn't. This is going to help. So thank you.
(Yelina smiles.)
CUT TO:
[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BULLPEN / FRONT- DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio and Delko walk out through the bullpen.)
DELKO: Gloria Tynan of Miami-Dade county, her only court appearance is for a
noise complaint over her dog, a shih tzu named Toodles. A few speeding tickets.
HORATIO: Car?
DELKO: Dodge neon.
HORATIO: And a one-carat emerald.
DELKO: She also reported a theft a half year ago at her job.
HORATIO: Regal harbor boat tours, I'm guessing.
DELKO: Mm-hmm. Turns out Jeff Gabler's father owns the place, runs a day tour
to the keys and back.
HORATIO: Wait a second. Jeff Gabler, Lieutenant Gabler from narco?
DELKO: Yeah. Anyway, she filed a report, said someone lifted her wallet. Cops
never found the guy.
HORATIO: That's because there is no guy. We are being detoured into the land
of make-believe.
DELKO: You're talking about the Feds?
HORATIO: When they put you under protection, for whatever reason, they make up
a backstory based on cops, and cops' families.
DELKO: Because they'll keep the story straight.
(Horatio's phone rings; he answers it.)
HORATIO: Hold on a second. (to phone) Horatio.
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL - LOBBY - DAY]
SPEEDLE: (to phone) Hey, I'm at the hotel checking the, uh, phone records
here. And there's one call that Gloria Tynan made from a poolside phone, land
line. I figured there's some reason she didn't use her cell.
HORATIO: (to phone) Okay, that's because she didn't want anybody to know.
SPEEDLE: (to phone) Right, so I cross-checked it, and I got an address.
Coconut Grove, 2420 Lyons Avenue.
HORATIO: (from phone) Okay, nice work. I'll call Hagen.
SPEEDLE: (to phone) All right.
(Speedle hangs up.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. COCONUT GROVE (STOCK) -- DAY]
[INT. COCONUT GROVE - RESIDENCE - DAY]
(Det. John Hagen and Horatio interview Patricia Cusack.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Yesterday afternoon, a woman by the name of Gloria Tynan was
murdered. Do you know her?
PATRICIA CUSACK: No. I ... I don't think so, why?
HORATIO: We traced a phone call that she made from the Agramonte hotel to your
address.
(He shows her a morgue photo of Gloria Tynan. MDPD CSI CASE # 304751-A.)
(She sits down.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: I don't know ... Where you got that name. Gloria.
(John Hagen glances at Horatio.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: It's Gina. (crying) This is my daughter.
(John Hagen and Horatio both sit down.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: I haven't seen her in over a year.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: But you knew she lived here in Miami, didn't you?
PATRICIA CUSACK: I didn't know where.
HORATIO: Because she couldn't tell you.
(Patricia Cusack nods.)
HORATIO: Did she have a man in her life?
PATRICIA CUSACK: She was ... seeing this guy in Pennsylvania ...
HORATIO: Did you know his name?
PATRICIA CUSACK: She just ... always called him her boyfriend. He showered her
with gifts. He tried to buy me. I didn't like that.
(Horatio notices the expensive ring on her finger.)
HORATIO: But you made an exception in this case. I notice you're wearing the
same ring she did.
PATRICIA CUSACK: He made me feel ... if I didn't take it, like he would be
offended. Maybe even ... hurt me or Gina. Um, I'm, I, I ... I don't know how
to explain it.
HORATIO: I think you just did a very nice job. Do you have the box the ring
came in?
PATRICIA CUSACK: I ... I could look.
CUT TO:
[INT. COCONUT GROVE RESIDENCE - BEDROOM - DAY -- CONTINUOUS]
(Patricia Cusack looks for the box. John Hagen and Horatio stand on the side
and wait.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: You move in recently, Mrs. Cusack?
PATRICIA CUSACK: Three months ago. Gina sent me a letter in Philly asking me
to move to Florida. Even helped with the rent. I told her this house was way
over my head. Look at all this glass.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: But you didn't see her?
PATRICIA CUSACK: She calls me every Tuesday. Same time. Promised that ... she
was going to be able to see me soon.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: On that cordless phone?
(On the bedside table is a phone. She turns to look at it.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: Why? What's wrong with the phone?
HORATIO: Nothing at all.
(Horatio looks at the ring box.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: Can you find who did this to Gina?
HORATIO: I'm going to do my best. And this ... is really going to help. Okay?
CUT TO:
[EXT. COCONUT GROVE - FRONT DRIVE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio and John Hagen step out of the driveway.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: It was a legitimate question, the cordless.
HORATIO: One we already had the answer to. Why add to the lady's guilt? Mm-
hmm! Town car, tinted windows -- take a guess.
(Across the street, they see a parked car.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Fan belt inspectors?
HORATIO: Nope, U.S. Marshals, Witness Protection, baby-sitters.
(Horatio and John Hagen head over to the parked car. Horatio chuckles. He
knocks on the window. The window rolls down.)
HORATIO: I guess I couldn't help but notice your car over here.
(Marshal Ardine holds up his badge.)
MARSHAL ARDINE: U.S. Deputy Marshal Ardine.
HORATIO: Marshal, I just got this off Gina Cusack's mom. I was going to run it
for prints on the boyfriend, but after all is said and done, it would just spit
out background info ... from your imagination. Right?
MARSHAL ARDINE: All part of protecting our witness.
HORATIO: Yes, from Philly, deals in swag. I think I have an idea, but why
don't you tell me how Gina ties in to your witness?
MARSHAL ARDINE: Let's just say he's a married man, and she's not his wife.
HORATIO: So you put his mistress into the program, but didn't protect her.
MARSHAL ARDINE: We protected her. Gave her a new identity, a job, a new life
near our primary. It's not our fault she broke protocol, contacted her mother,
dragged her down from Philly.
HORATIO: Should have checked mom's phone.
MARSHAL ARDINE: Did. House has a secure land line.
HORATIO: Single cordless phone. So Gina's killer sat out here with a receiver,
and picked up the radio waves from the cordless and tracked her to the Agramonte
hotel. So you guys slipped up and Gina paid. Nice going.
(Horatio turns and walks away. Marshal Ardine steps out of the car.)
MARSHAL ARDINE: Hey! Don't go digging around this, huh? We don't want our
witness spooked.
HORATIO: A professional hit was made on a girl that he brought to Miami. So
maybe he got bored with her, and maybe I'll find his prints on this. Either
way, I'll get him next.
MARSHAL ARDINE: You're way off. Left field.
HORATIO: Am I? Marshal? Is that why you're here?
(Horatio turns and leaves.)
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Delko is at the computer reconstructing a print from the partials taken from
the penthouse suite.)
(He smiles. The computer beeps.)
DELKO: That's two.
(He sighs.)
DELKO: One still out there.
(Horatio walks into the lab.)
HORATIO: Knock, knock, knock.
DELKO: Hey. Red one in the middle is from the gift box. It's the only one that
didn't belong to Gina or her mom.
HORATIO: 'Kay, what about the hotel?
DELKO: All these little green ones. It's pretty messy. I'm trying to combine
them to get one workable print. Narrowed it down to three sets of ten. But
these hotel rooms are going to force me into early retirement.
(He chuckles.)
DELKO: (mutters) Come on, I know you're out there.
(He takes another partial and tries to fit it onto the print he's
reconstructing.)
(The computer beeps. Delko smiles.)
DELKO: There it is. Take it to the house.
HORATIO: Mm, double loop, minimal distortion. Let's run it.
(Delko runs it through the database.)
DELKO: Running it.
(The results read:
NAME: Edward S. Hinkle
Current Address:
287 Flowing Spring Dr., South Miami, FL 33114
Employment:
R&G Amusement Center, 26 Christopher Road,
South Miami, FL 33143
Spouse:
Mary J. Hinkle
Daughter:
Jessica S. Hinkle
Social Security #:
987-65-4320
Employment History:
Redwing Party Planners, 525900 Ohio Street, Jacksonville, FL 32204
Lacey's Tavern, 1 Governor's Circle, Tampa, FL 33612
Workbox Supplier's, 6903 Gaines Street, Atlanta, GA 30321
Previous Addresses:
413 Fisher Street, Jacksonville, FL 32204
2345 Rockland Blvd., Tampa, FL 33615
412 Maddox Drive, Atlanta, GA 30321 )
HORATIO: Here we go. Edward Hinkle. Husband to Mary, father of Jessica.
Social security number, places of employment, last four addresses.
(The red FED# blinks:
FED#: 202-7412143R
DELKO: What about that 202 fed number?
HORATIO: That's nice and tidy, courtesy of uncle ...
(Horatio looks up and sees Special Agent Dennis Sackheim walk through the
hallway. He motions for Horatio to meet him out in the hallway.)
HORATIO: Speak of the devil.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio steps out of the lab to talk with Dennis Sackheim.)
HORATIO: Well, if it isn't the wizard from behind the curtain.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Marshal Ardine tells me you're barking up a dangerous tree.
HORATIO: You wouldn't happen to know where Edward Hinkle is, would you?
DENNIS SACKHEIM: With us -- preparing to testify in a federal trial against his
former drug suppliers.
HORATIO: Oh, yes, against the Colombians.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: He's helping us defeat a small army we've never had a chance
to get near till now. Case went nowhere for three years till we got Hinkle to
squawk.
HORATIO: What about the murder in Uleta during the robbery of a savings and
loan?
(Delko steps out of the lab and hands Horatio the print results. He leaves.)
HORATIO: Thank you.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: I don't know what you're talking about.
HORATIO: Eighteen months ago, two hard guys popped a square badge, made off
with the cash, and you know what they say: You lie down with the devil, you
wake up in hell.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: I didn't know anything about this, Horatio, I swear. We
poly'd our witness before we put him under. He didn't have any outstandings.
HORATIO: Well, actually, he must have lied to you, because he does.
(Horatio hands Dennis Sackheim the copy of the DMV License:
FLORIDA DRIVER LICENSE CLASS E
The Sunshine State
LICENSE NUMBER L252-784-51-465-0
Edward Hinkle
92 E. Magellan Cir.
Miami, FL 33133
BirthDate: 08-11-63
Sex: M
Hgt: 5'11"
Issued: 08-6-00 08-11-06
/s/
ORGAN DONER
0019710300063
Operation of a motor vehicle constitutes consent of any sobriety test
required by law. )
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Are you sure about this?
(He points to the mole on the photo.)
HORATIO: Yeah, I am. See this mole right here? Well, there's an eyewitness in
Uleta that remembers it quite well, too. So, you've got the same gun, two shots
to the head, just like Gina.
(Dennis Sackheim takes out his phone and dials.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Yeah, it's Sackheim. Checking on the status of protectee Ed
Hinkle. We've got eyes on him, correct? (pauses) All right. Keep me posted.
(He hangs up.) Guess we've got a small wrinkle.
HORATIO: Sounds like it.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: He must have seen your, uh ... hotel hit on the evening news
and took a walk.
HORATIO: So Mr. Hinkle's in the wind?
DENNIS SACKHEIM: I'm sure it's just temporary. U.S. Marshals are on it right
now.
HORATIO: Okay, let's go talk to the wife, then -- Mrs. Hinkle. I'm sure you've
got her stashed away somewhere.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Yeah. I'll make some calls.
HORATIO: Good. Come on.
(Horatio turns and walks away fully expecting Dennis Sackheim to follow him.
Sackheim lingers.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY]
(The elevator bell dings and the doors open. Calleigh steps out into the
hallway)
CALLEIGH: Hey, Claudia. Can I get my messages, please?
(She turns and sees the vase of yellow tulips.)
CALLEIGH: Oh, tulips. Those are beautiful. I love tulips.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: I know.
CALLEIGH: Hey, dad!
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Hi, sweetie.
(He hugs her.)
CALLEIGH: Those aren't necessary.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Yes, they are. Thanks for getting me home.
CALLEIGH: Take a walk with me. You know I don't like to lecture, because as
far as I'm concerned, everyone chooses their own path. I'm just saying, maybe
you should cut back.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: I'm going to. I mean that.
CALLEIGH: Dad ...
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: I don't expect you to believe me.
(Speedle walks through the hallway toward them.)
SPEEDLE: Hey, Cal.
CALLEIGH: Hey, Tim.
(Speedle nods at Mr. Duquesne.)
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: Hi. All right, well, I'll let you get back to work.
CALLEIGH: Okay.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: See you.
CALLEIGH: Thanks for the flowers.
KENWALL "DUKE" DUQUESNE: You bet.
(He leaves.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. COFFEE HOUSE - SIDEWALK TABLE - DAY]
(Dennis Sackheim and Horatio talk with Mary J. Hinkle.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: We have reason to believe she was with your husband just prior
to her murder.
MARY HINKLE: Gina? Gina from Philly?
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Yes.
MARY HINKLE: You guys brought her down here, too?
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Her relocation was arranged also, yes.
MARY HINKLE: (to herself) I can't believe she was down here with us. (to
Horatio) I can't believe you did this to me.
HORATIO: Ma'am, I'm with the Miami Crime Lab and not the ... FBI. Can you tell
me where your husband might be?
MARY HINKLE: Frank? (She sighs.) Probably out spending his cash ...
DENNIS SACKHEIM: "Ed," ma'am, please. His alias is "Ed." We've worked very
hard to ...
MARY HINKLE: Ed, Frank -- Gotrocks, Mr. I-deal-in-cash-only, whatever, all
right?
HORATIO: Ma'am, could you talk about his cash?
MARY HINKLE: He squirreled money away.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: What, in addition to the stipend we gave him to get settled?
MARY HINKLE: He has stacks of money. I just don't know where.
HORATIO: Did he ever give you any?
MARY HINKLE: He never did in Philly-- I don't know why he would start now. I
sneak it ... out of his wallet when he's sleeping.
HORATIO: Do you have any on you now?
MARY HINKLE: What if I did?
HORATIO: I could catch him with it.
(Sackheim looks between Mary and Horatio - back and forth. Mary leans back.
She reaches for her bag and takes the money out. She slides it across the table
to Horatio.)
MARY HINKLE: Tell Frank ... if he hadn't kept Gina ... I never would've done
this.
(Mary gets up. She walks over to the table behind them where a little girl is
coloring. She kisses the little girl on her temple)
MARY HINKLE: Hi, honey. What are you up to, huh?
HORATIO: Excuse me.
(Horatio leaves Sackheim and walks over to Jessica.)
MARY HINKLE: I'll be right over there. I have customers.
HORATIO: Hi.
(Mary Hinkle leaves.)
JESSICA HINKLE: Hi.
(Horatio sits down at the table.)
HORATIO: What are you working on?
JESSICA HINKLE: A farm with cows and a pony and some lambs.
HORATIO: Mm. It's pretty.
JESSICA HINKLE: I could draw you one.
HORATIO: Right now I have to go back to work, but I could come back another
time and you could draw me one.
JESSICA HINKLE: Will you really come back?
HORATIO: You know what? For you, I'll come back. Okay? Keep up the good
work.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - VIDEO LAB -- DAY]
(Speedle and Calleigh work on the video footage.)
SPEEDLE: I've been watching these pool attendants work. They all kneel when
they serve a guest. None of them wear sunglasses, 'cause the hotel insists on
establishing eye contact with the guests. Except this guy. No kneeling, lousy
tan.
CALLEIGH: And you're sure it's not Ed Hinkle, our federal witness.
SPEEDLE: Nah. I compared it to his DMV photo. Watch this guy make his way over
to the cabana. Now watch his stack of towels. Each time he ducks behind the
cabana, he reappears, there's one less towel. There's seven left. Six left.
Five. Now here's Gina. Watch. Five still. He doesn't give her one.
CALLEIGH: Well, he had something else for her. Maybe he left something behind.
CUT TO:
[EXT. AGRAMONTE HOTEL -- POOLSIDE CABANA - DAY]
(Calleigh walks up to the cabana.)
(Various cuts of: Calleigh goes through the towels. She spreads them out on
the ground and sprays them. She flips them over and sprays the other side.)
(She finds GSR on one of them.)
(She takes out her flashlight and checks the towel carefully.)
(Quick flash of: The hitman stacks the gun between the towels. He walks up to
the sunbathing woman and fires twice. End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Calleigh finds a strand of hair.)
(Quick flash to: The Hitman slides the gun between the towels. Close-up of the
hair on his arm. End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Calleigh looks at the hair.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Calleigh and Horatio wait for the results.)
CALLEIGH: James Fukes. He did six years prison time in coal township,
Pennsylvania. Armed robbery in Philadelphia. He hijacked a truckload full of
high-end electronics.
(The computer information reads:
{photo}
FUKES, JAMES
PA. STATE PRISON
A-840274D
FUKES, JAMES
DOB: 01-23-1960
SEX: MALE
RAC: CAUCASIAN
AGE: 43
HGT: 5'1"
WGT: 185
EYE: GRN
HAI: BLK
POB: PA
NAM: 1) FUKES, JAMES
2) FUKES, JIM
3) FUKES, JIMMY
SOC: 306-816-919
FBI: D-CAH2B0DD493
PADL: A1N23401C
CHARGE LEVEL D )
CALLEIGH: Five-eleven, 185, dark hair. Well, if you don't believe the video,
believe the DNA -- he's our shooter.
HORATIO: Okay, let's call up his known associates.
CALLEIGH: There are none.
HORATIO: Yes, there are ... but the Feds have deleted them.
(Horatio turns and leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(Horatio talks with Dennis Sackheim.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: You've got to understand the magnitude of the witness
protection program. You've got DOJ, DEA, you've got the marshals over here
dealing with the paper trail. We Fibbies, we just deal with the trial.
HORATIO: So not even you knew that frank was jimmy's old partner.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: No. So ... Jimmy Fukes has the gun they used in the armed
robbery they pulled together.
HORATIO: Yes, in Uleta-- Jimmy got the gun; Frank got the money.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: And now Jimmy's in town for his cut of the proceeds.
HORATIO: By placing Frank in the program, he got out of paying Jimmy. And by
killing Gina, Jimmy sent a message to frank to pay up.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: And now they're both in the wind.
HORATIO: Yeah. And so, when we find the money, we'll find them.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. CSI - LAB -- NIGHT]
(Delko and Horatio are in the lab.)
DELKO: All the bills you got from Frank's wife -- traces of cotton fiber, dust,
chrysanthemums.
HORATIO: Wait a minute. You mean like the plant?
DELKO: Mm-hmm. It's impregnated in all U.S. Paper currency to reduce bacteria
levels. But this one bill, bottom of the stack, it has an additional trace. A
peroxygen compound, combined with a surfactant.
HORATIO: A synthetic soap. Add malic acid, you get virkon.
DELKO: Exactly. New disinfectant introduced last year to combat cruise-ship
viruses.
HORATIO: They use it on all kinds of boats now, right?
DELKO: Mm-hmm.
HORATIO: Regal Harbor Boat Tours. Right. So frank asked Gina to stash his
cash at work.
(Quick flashback to: [BOAT - NIGHT] Gina is on the boat. She opens the bag
and takes out the stacks of money and puts them on the counter.)
(Quick CGI POV to: Camera zooms in to one stack of money and down to the bill
on the bottom. The paper absorbs whatever is on the counter.)
(End of Quick CGI POV. End of Flashback. Resume to present.)
DELKO: That's why it was only on one bill.
HORATIO: The bottom one. So she's in charge of the cash. When Frank finds out
she's dead ...
DELKO: He jumps on this afternoon's tour boat to grab his money. Round trip to
the keys; no stops. So if he makes it on the boat there's no getting off --
should be back after the Regal Sunset Dinner.
HORATIO: Okay, call Hagen and tell him to meet me there.
DELKO: Okay. What about Sackheim?
HORATIO: Let him sit.
(Horatio turns and leaves.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. DOCKS -- NIGHT]
(The boat pulls in. Horatio and Hagen stand on the side and watch it come in
through their binoculars.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: (to radio) This is the one. Stand by.
(They watch as the workers dock the boat.)
HORATIO: Nobody moves until we see him.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Folks, on "go."
(They watch as the workers lead the visitors off the boat.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Waiting on a visual.
(More visitors are helped off the boat.)
DET. JOHN HAGEN: I don't see him.
(Frank steps off the boat.)
HORATIO: There he is.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: (to radio) We got him. White ball cap. Move!
(The two "workers" step forward and grab Frank.)
FRANK: Oh, hey. I'm not the Taliban over here.
DET. JOHN HAGEN: Sir, you're going to have to come with us.
FRANK: What are you talking about? I was on a cruise. I was ...
AGENT: Give me that.
FRANK: That's my bag.
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
[EXT. DOCKS -- NIGHT]
(Horatio walks along the docks.)
FRANK: You should call Special Agent Sackheim, FBI. I'm part of a high top-
secret operation against some Colombians, huh? Anti-American drug dealers.
HORATIO: Yeah, you're a real patriot.
(Horatio takes the bag of money and puts it down on the ground near him.)
HORATIO: Know a savings and loan that's been missing this.
(Dennis Sackheim runs over to him.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Let go of my witness.
HORATIO: As soon as he gives me Fukes, I'll let him go.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: He testifies in 48 hours.
HORATIO: This can happen quickly.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: If you're proposing what I think and Fukes kills my witness
...
HORATIO: Fukes wants his money. He's not going to touch anybody. So why don't
you calm down.
CUT TO:
[INT. - NIGHT]
(Dennis Sackheim is playing a hand-held game. Horatio looks at him. He clears
his throat.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Frank left a message on Jimmy's home machine in Philly at what
time?
JOHN HAGEN: 10:58 P.M.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: It's 7:30 A.M., people. If he's here in Miami, he may never
check it.
HORATIO: Okay, he is not on vacation. This is business.
FRANK: Don't worry, Jimmy checks his machine more often than he blinks.
(The phone rings.)
COMMUNICATIONS TECH: It's him. Land line.
JOHN HAGEN: Keep him on.
FRANK: This is your friend from Philly.
JAMES FUKES: (from phone) What are you, Pauly walnuts? I know who you are,
Frank.
FRANK: Let's do this.
JAMES FUKES: (from phone) You screwed me.
FRANK: And you got my attention. Pick a place.
JAMES FUKES: (from phone) You're rolling over on me, aren't you, Frank? What,
do you think I'm stupid?
(The phone disconnects.)
HORATIO: Did we get him?
(The Communications Tech works on zeroing in on the source of the call. The
computer buzzes: CONNECTION LOST.)
COMMUNICATIONS TECH: No.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: All right. Frank gave it his best shot. Come on. We've got
testimony to run.
(Frank gets to his feet.)
HORATIO: Hang on a minute. Hang on a minute.
(Frank sits down.)
HORATIO: My suspect is still at large. I want to hear about Jimmy Fukes.
FRANK: I might have met him once. He killed my girlfriend. What do you want
me to say?
HORATIO: I want you to tell me the truth. Not the fairy tale this nitwit gave
you. Tell me the truth; Jimmy Fukes. Let's go.
(Frank sighs.)
FRANK: I've known him since kindergarten. We used to skip school together.
Going down to the arcade, knock off some gumball machines.
HORATIO: What did you do with the money?
FRANK: Go to the track, get a degenerate to bet a race for us. When we got
older, women, rings ... we both like the jewel tones.
HORATIO: You bet the smart money?
FRANK: On the horses? (laughs) No, no, no. Hey, I bet the winners. Jimmy
still chases the, uh, the long shots. Five-to-one or better. Of course, he
never finds them, but ...
HORATIO: People don't change, do they?
CUE SOUND: (PRE-LAP) BELL RINGING
CUT TO:
[EXT. TURF CLUB (TRACKS) - DAY]
(The cages are opened and the horses run the track.)
ANNOUNCER: Going into the clubhouse turn, it's infinite...
(James Fukes stands outside the tracks checking the line-up in the paper.)
HORATIO: Turf club after the seventh. You are a sure bet, Jimmy.
(Horatio and officers walk up to him.)
(They handcuff him.)
JOHN HAGEN: Where's your car?
HORATIO: Let's look for Pennsylvania tags, come on.
(They walk through the parking lot looking at the cars. They walk up to a
Cherokee with Pennsylvania plates: VRY 43N8. www.state.pa.us)
HORATIO: Living in your car, Jimmy?
JAMES FUKES: Mmm.
(Horatio opens the door and looks inside. He finds a baby monitor.)
HORATIO: A baby monitor.
JAMES FUKES: So I have kids at home. So what?
HORATIO: There's only one reason a wise guy drives around with a baby monitor.
(Quick flashback to: [INT. CUSACK RESIDENCE - BEDROOM - DAY] Patricia Cusack
is on the phone with her daughter.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: Of course it's beautiful. I'm just taking one day at a time.
(The signals move from the phone ... to outside ... to the poolside ... to Gina
...
PATRICIA CUSACK: One day at a time in paradise.
GLORIA TYNAN/ GINA CUSACK: Come on, mom, you got to admit this beats wearing
three layers just to get to your mailbox.
PATRICIA CUSACK: When am I going to see you, Gina?
GLORIA TYNAN/ GINA CUSACK: You can't see me yet.
(The signals move from the phone ... to outside ... to the car parked across the
street.)
PATRICIA CUSACK: I came here to see you. Where are you?
GLORIA TYNAN/ GINA CUSACK: I'm at the Agramonte right now.
(Jimmy smiles. He puts his coffee cup down and starts his truck. He drives
away.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: You drove to the hotel, found her at the pool, and the costume party
began.
(Quick flashback to: [AGRAMONTE HOTEL - LOCKER ROOM - DAY] Jimmy walks into
the locker room, takes out a waiter's uniform from a locker and slips into it.
He puts his dark glasses on.)
(Outside, he shoots Gina twice in the head. He resets her hat and leaves.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
(Horatio looks in the glove compartment and finds a gun.)
HORATIO: Is this for the kids at home, too?
JAMES FUKES: There's ten thousand guns just like that out there. You're not
going to be able to prove a thing.
HORATIO: That is a very dumb thing to say to a CSI.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY]
(Horatio puts a photo on the table.)
HORATIO: Now, Jimmy, you capped your silencer with neoprene. And trace results
from Gina's autopsy found rubber in her head, also neoprene. Your gun, your
bullets, your crime.
JAMES FUKES: Frank was screwing me out of money. All right, the robbery was my
idea. I scouted the place for months before. He just showed up on game day.
HORATIO: Yes, but I am talking about another crime. And there is a detective
right on the other side of that glass who is anxious to talk to you about the
robbery in Uleta. But that's going to have to wait. Hang out.
(Horatio walks over to the Observation room.)
CUT TO:
[OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio steps into the observation room.)
HORATIO: When you're done, we'll process him over at county.
YELINA SALAS: Uleta is going to want to try him first.
HORATIO: Okay, we'll wait our turn.
YELINA SALAS: Security guard's wife is going to want to thank you.
HORATIO: Well, we did it together.
YELINA SALAS: Horatio?
(He looks at her. She smiles.)
YELINA SALAS: Thanks.
(The door opens and Dennis Sackheim steps into the room.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Lieutenant Caine ...
HORATIO: I'll catch up with you.
(Yelina leaves.)
HORATIO: Yeah?
DENNIS SACKHEIM: We have a wrinkle.
HORATIO: I'm listening.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: I was just speaking to Washington.
HORATIO: You have got to be kidding me.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: The decision's from higher up.
HORATIO: This guy killed an innocent girl and a father of three children.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Yeah, well, his attorney says he's willing to help us build a
case against Joseph Berkeley.
HORATIO: An alleged hit man for the Mastello Crime Family. I know who he is.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Jimmy's testimony could tie a dozen murders to this assassin.
HORATIO: What about the two lives I am looking out for down here? What about
them?
(In the interview room, Yelina is talking with James Fukes.)
DENNIS SACKHEIM: The AG's personally making this call.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm.
DENNIS SACKHEIM: Details are being worked out. It's going to happen. Look, I
know it's tough.
HORATIO: Do you? You catching the red-eye?
(Horatio steps out of the room and pauses for a moment. He knocks on the door
to get Yelina's attention.)
(She looks up at him and smiles.)
HORATIO: You got a minute?
(Her smile fades as she looks at him.)
(She looks at James Fukes who smirks at them both. Horatio turns and walks back
into the observation room.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - RECEPTION]
(Calleigh walks out.)
CALLEIGH: Claudia, I tell you, they're wearing me out. Do you have the
evidence for the Hannagan case?
(Claudia takes out an envelope and puts it on the counter. Calleigh's phone
rings. She answers it.)
CALLEIGH: Thank you. (to phone) Duquesne.
DANA: (from phone) Hi, Calleigh. It's Dana over at the Whiskey Stop.
CALLEIGH: (to phone) Okay.
DANA: (from phone) I've stopped serving your dad and he's refusing to take a
cab home.
CALLEIGH: (to phone) I'll be there as soon as I can break away.
DANA: (from phone) Thanks.
CALLEIGH: (to phone) Thank you.
(Calleigh hangs up.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. COFFEE HOUSE - SIDEWALK TABLE - DAY]
(Horatio is sitting at a table. The waitress walks up to him.)
WAITRESS: What can I get for you, sir?
HORATIO: I, um ... I just wanted to say hi to Mary Hinkle and her daughter.
Are they here?
WAITRESS: Well, Mary quit this morning. Said she and her little girl were
headed out west. You with the Miami-Dade Police Department?
HORATIO: Uh, yeah.
WAITRESS: She thought you might drop by. Said you over-tipped her.
(The Waitress hands Horatio a twenty. He opens it and finds words circled in
red:
IN GOD WE TRUST )
HORATIO: (chuckles) Well, good for them. Good for them.
(Horatio smiles.)
FADE TO BLACK.
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THE END
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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
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CSI: MIAMI
1X19: DOUBLE CAP
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 03/31/2003
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
Created by ANTHONY E. ZUIKER, ANN DONAHUE, CAROL MENDELSOHN
Starring
HOLT McCALLANY as Detective John Hagen
SOFIA MILOS as Det. Yelina Salas
NESTOR SERRANO as Edward S. Hinkle/Frank Carbone
ANNE DeSALVO as Patricia Cusack
TOM HILLMANN as Special Agent Dennis Sackheim
LAURIE O'BRIEN as Mary J. Hinkle
AL SAPIENZA as James Fukes
RIF HUTTON as U.S. Deputy Marshal Ardine
BRIAN POTH as Tyler Jenson
and
JOHN HEARD as Kenwall "Duke" Duquesne
Music Composed by: GRAEME REVELL
Edited by: MARK C. BALDWIN
Production Designer: CAROLS BARBOSA
Director of Photography: DERMOTT D. DOWNS
Co-Producer: FRANK BALLOU
Co-Producer: BRUCE GOLIN
Co-Producer: LOIS JOHNSON
Producer: STEVEN MAEDA
Producer: JOE CHAPPELLE
Supervising 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
Written by MARC DUBE
Directed by JOE CHAPELLE
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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.
Co-Starring
NOA TISHBY as Gloria Tynan/Gina Cusack
JOHN LORENZO SANCHEZ as Carlos
JACK GUZMAN as Hugo
MICHAEL LOPEZ as Ricardo
STEVEN SAUCEDO as Undercover Detective
KATHLEEN ROSE PERKINS as Communications Tech
JODI CARLISLE as Waitress
ALANNA DERGAN as Jessica Hinkle
Line Producer: JEAN HIGGINS
Associate Producer: GINA LAMAR
Associate Producer: SCOTT LAUTANEN
Casting by: NAN DUTTON SELLS & 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: ALLEN G. Di GIOIA
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 / CHERI MEDCALF
Art Directors: TIM BEACH
Set Decorator: CINDY COBURN-ROTH
Construction Coordinator: JOHN KERSEY
Special Effects Coordinators: GARY D'AMICO
Property Masters: MIKE SEXTON / GEORGE ASHTON
Key Grip: JOEY KRAFT
Gaffer: RUSS CALDWELL
Key Make-Up Artist: PEGGY TEAGUE
Key Hairstylist: TERRY ROBBINS
Camera Operator: MIKE GENNE
2ND 2ND Assistant Director: ROBYN WILLEY
Location Manager: MICHELLE LATHAM
Costume Supervisor: BRIAN MAHON
Transportation Coordinator: BOB CAWLEY
2ND Unit: MICHAEL PHIRMAN
Colorist: GARETH COOK
Supervising Sound Editor: MATTHEW SAWELSON
Music Supervisor: JASON ALEXANDER
Assistant Editor: MICHAEL FRIEDLANDER
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 Broadcasting 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:12/17/2004~lky
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