CSI: MIAMI
2X01:  BLOOD BROTHERS
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS:  09/22/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD

Written by:  ANN DONAHUE
Directed by:  DANNY CANNON

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SUMMARY:  When a young woman is the victim of a hit and run, the team discovers 
another missing young woman and two sons of an international leader with 
diplomatic immunity.
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CSI:  MIAMI
2X01:  BLOOD BROTHERS
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COLD OPEN:

[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]

[EXT. NATIONAL HOTEL (STOCK) - NIGHT]

(A couple of women are walking up the driveway toward the hotel.)



[INT. NATIONAL HOTEL - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT]

(The large hotel room is set up for a modeling show - the music pulsating and 
crowd cheering.  There's a long catwalk down the middle of the room.  On either 
side are rows of audience and photographers snapping photos of the models in 
swimwear.)  

INTERCUT WITH:  

[INT. ROOM - NIGHT]

(A dark-haired woman walks into the room.  She sees the cocaine on the table 
tray with a rolled-up bill and a razor.  Someone puts a glass of wine down on 
the table near the tray of drugs.)  

(The man talks with the dark-haired woman.  He takes out some bills and puts 
them in her left pants pocket.)

(Meanwhile, the show continues.)

(From the back of the audience looking up to the second floor, we see the man in 
the white shirt and the dark-haired woman talking.  They're arguing.)

(Suddenly, the woman picks up the nearby champagne bottle and hits the man in 
the head with it.  The man stumbles a little.  The dark-haired woman looks at 
the palm of her hand, turns and flees the room.)

(She runs out of the house and down the stairs to the main floor where the 
modeling show continues.  She runs across the room, heading for the door.  The 
people milling about with their drinks in their hands don't notice her.)  

(The modeling show continues.)  

(The woman runs out of the room and across the hotel lobby.  The sign on the 
pillar she passes by reads:  INTIMATE WEEKEND OF FASHION.)  

(The modeling show inside the room continues.)  



[EXT. NATIONAL HOTEL - FRONT DRIVE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]

(The dark-haired woman rushes out of the hotel lobby and down the front stairs 
where the valet service is located.  They're very busy.  She grabs the nearest 
valet.)  

WOMAN:  Hey.  Hey!

VALET:  Yeah.

WOMAN:  I need a cab now.

VALET:  All right.  Here.  Take a number.

(He removes a slip of paper from his shirt pocket.)  

WOMAN:  Never mind.

(The woman runs down the front drive in her bare feet.)  

(She runs out of the driveway and across the road.  A speeding yellow car, 
license #H6U 562, heads straight for her.  The woman screams.)

(The yellow car doesn't stop and runs her over.  The woman hits the pavement.)  

WHITE FLASH TO:  



[HORATIO]

(Horatio is looking down into the camera.)  

HORATIO:  Dispatch said hit-and-run.

[EXT. ROAD - DAY]

(Alexx reaches down and rolls the body over to look at the lividity on her 
back.)  

YELINA:  Paramedics called it in at 0530.  The valets don't recognize her as a 
guest of the hotel.

HORATIO:  Did they eyewitness the incident?

(Around them, police have set up the crime scene tape to block off the area.)  

YELINA:  Heard it.  Nobody saw a car.

HORATIO:  Well, the car definitely saw her, didn't it, Alexx?  Pattern of 
injury?

ALEXX:  4,000-pound vehicle against a skinny girl like this?  Multiple points of 
impact.

HORATIO:  Pedestrian rotation.

ALEXX:  Being barefoot didn't help.  No friction to hold her in place.

(Quick flash of:  Close-up of:  The bumper of the yellow car comes into contact 
with the woman's leg.  We hear bones cracking.)

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

ALEXX:  Windshield glass.

(Alexx pulls out the piece of glass from the cut in the woman's forehead.)  

ALEXX:  Tempered.  Driver can't tell you they didn't know that they'd hit.

(Horatio is looking around the area.  He's got an idea of something.  When he 
doesn't immediately respond to her, Alexx looks up at him as she puts the glass 
in a bindle.)  

ALEXX:  Horatio?

HORATIO:  Alexx, take a look at these treadmarks.  They go from black to light, 
and that is caused by what?  Acceleration.

ALEXX:  Hit-and-run.  Suspect was speeding away.

HORATIO:  Nope.  (He points to the body.)  Point of rest.  (Then he points to 
the blackened treadmark on the road.)  Point of impact right in front of that 
tread.

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

HORATIO:  I'm telling you that our hit-and-run is now a murder.

END TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS

FADE OUT.



FADE IN.

[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) -- DAY]  



[EXT. ROAD -- DAY]  

(Delko and Calleigh both carry their kits and head for the crime scene area.)  

(Speedle is taking photos of the nearby pole, the treadmarks on the road and 
some oil spots.)  

CALLEIGH:  What have you got, Tim?

DELKO:  Probably more than he can handle.  Why don't you let a car man deal with 
a car incident there?

SPEEDLE:  'Cause most vehicular incidents are about trace.  (Speedle points down 
at the road when Delko joins him.)  You got pink transmission fluid.  Guy's got 
a leak.  (Delko nods.  Speedle points down the road.)  Tread.  

DELKO:  Tire's fingerprints?

SPEEDLE:  Yeah. That happens when the rubber doesn't catch up with the wheel.

(Quick CGI POV of:  A car revving and the car wheel spinning until it leaves a 
treadmark on the asphalt.)

(End of CGI POV.  Resume to present.)  

SPEEDLE:  All four tires have the same pattern.

DELKO:  It's going to make the search more difficult.  The less unique something 
is, the harder it is to find.

CALLEIGH:  Three sets of treads.  He hit her, backed up, and hit her again.

DELKO:  (nods)  Guy wanted to make sure she was dead.

(Horatio ducks under the crime scene tape and heads over toward them.) 

SPEEDLE:  Whenever somebody tries to do a lot in a little time, accidents 
happen.

(Speedle sees some paint on the pole he's been photographing.)  

SPEEDLE:  Heat from the collision softened up the paint.

(Quick CGI POV of:  The car tires screech as it backs up and hits the pole.  A 
magnified POV shows the paint softening and adhering to the pole.)

(End of CGI POV.  Resume to present.)  

SPEEDLE:  Trace is just as good as a smoking gun.

(Horatio joins them.  Speedle looks at Horatio.)  

SPEEDLE:  Are we sure nobody saw anything?

HORATIO:  Well, we're certainly not going to entrust the investigation to an 
eyewitness.  The only thing that matters is the evidence.  Let's be thorough.

(Horatio steps away.)  

SPEEDLE:  You got it.

CUT TO:  



[INT. CRIME LAB - FORENSIC AUTOPSY - DAY]

(Alexx is straightening out the hundred dollar bills when Horatio enters the 
room as he puts on his gloves.)  

HORATIO:  How are we doing?

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

HORATIO:  You think she's a pro?

ALEXX:  I was thinking maybe a sobe call girl, but everything about her says 
model -- implants, collagen, rib removal, weight ... or lack of it.  Barely out 
of your teens.  You don't belong here yet.

HORATIO:  Let's notify Interpol.  Most of these models are foreign nationals.  
Take a look at that.  It looks like glass.

(Horatio and Alexx looks at the glass on her left palm.  Alexx picks up a 
forceps to remove a sample.)  

ALEXX:  It doesn't look like windshield glass.

HORATIO:  No. It's not tempered.  It's blue.  Maybe it's from some type of 
bottle.

(This makes Alexx remember something.  She looks at Horatio.)  

ALEXX:  Azuret champagne comes to mind.

HORATIO:  So she fought with this guy before he ran her down.  Boy, is he a 
prize.  All right, I'll tell you what.  Let's send the money to the lab and see 
if we get some fingerprints off it, all right?

ALEXX:  I'll find you.

(Horatio turns and leaves the room.  Alexx continues to work.)  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CRIME LAB - A/V LAB -- DAY]  

(With the computer graphics on the monitor, Tyler Jensen goes over the scene 
with Delko.)  

TYLER JENSEN:  Victim crosses the street heading southbound.  Initial impact was 
here.  Based on autopsy protocol, fibula was shattered here.  Tells us suspect's 
car has an aerodynamic front.

DELKO:  Super low.

TYLER JENSEN:  Sent her super high.  Then, according to autopsy protocol, after 
hitting the windshield, she cleared the car, landed on the pavement.  I'm 
thinking like this.

DELKO:  Okay. Well, let's take it back to the front bumper.  Anything that 
aerodynamic has to be high end.  Give me the stats, relative to the victim's 
legs.

(Tyler pulls the laptop toward him to run the search.)  

TYLER JENSEN:  Database for grille dimensions, at your service.

(Delko looks at the monitor showing GROUND CLEARANCE at 4.5 inches.)

DELKO:  Four point five.  

(He thinks about it and turns to Tyler.)  

DELKO:  You know what?  Don't even bother.  There's only one car with a grille 
that low.  Good work, Ty. Thanks.

(Delko stands up and leaves.)

CUT TO:  



[SCOPE VIEW:  YELLOW PAINT]

[INT. CRIME LAB - LAB]

(Speedle is looking through the scope when Delko walks into the room.)  

DELKO:  It's a Lamborghini.  Diablo.  PPG code: 0056.

SPEEDLE:  Pearl metallic yellow?

DELKO:  That's it.

SPEEDLE:  How many guys in Miami you think own that car?

DELKO:  You think own or rent?  That car costs a quarter million dollars, so 
we're talking some serious chedda.

SPEEDLE:  Well, it narrows the field.  (Speedle picks up the phone and looks at 
Delko.)  You still know that girl at DMV?  Because I hate being put on hold.

DELKO:  Yeah. Gina. Why?

(Speedle hands the phone to him.)  

SPEEDLE:  Here.

DELKO:  I'm not calling her.  I mean, she's ... come on, man.  'Cuz then I'm 
going to have to hear about how come she never hears from me, and I don't want 
to deal with that.

SPEEDLE:  Eric, you got to take them out to eat once in a while.  You got to 
cultivate things.  You're better than that.  I'm going to dial it for you.

(Speedle dials.  Delko takes the phone and listens to it ring.)  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CRIME LAB - HALLWAY -- DAY]  

(Calleigh and Horatio walk through the hallway.)  

HORATIO:  Did we get anything off those hundred-dollar bills?

CALLEIGH:  No definite ridges, but the bills are out of the Federal Reserve in 
Atlanta, but I'm still working on a Miami branch for dispersal.

HORATIO:  Okay.

(Speedle steps out of the lab and joins them as they continue down the hallway.)  

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

(He hands the sheet of paper to Hotario.)  

HORATIO:  Registered to a Mr. Scott Mandeville.

CALLEIGH:  Of Mandeville Modeling Agency.
That guy is Mr. South Beach.

HORATIO:  Yes. Run out of New York last year.  What is his current address, 
Speed?

(They stop walking.  Horatio turns to look at Speedle.)  

SPEEDLE:  They got him staying at the National.

HORATIO:  That's where the girl was killed.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. NATIONAL - POOLSIDE -- DAY]  

(A woman steps out of the pool while another is still swimming.  Scott 
Mandeville leans over the railing.  He turns and yells behind him.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Hey, girls!  The music! Chill.

(Horatio walks up to him.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  You're a cop.

HORATIO:  I'm a CSI.  (He opens a file folder and shows the autopsy photo to 
Scott Mandeville.)  Do you know this girl?

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  It's Tess Kimball.  (He sighs.)  I've been repping her for 
about 18 months.  I found her at a go-see for a Vogue layout.  She's from 
Houston, of all places.  Even has the accent.  How did that happen?

HORATIO:  Actually, I was hoping you could tell me.

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Me?  And how would I know?

HORATIO:  The paint from your car has been burned into her fibula.  Metallic 
yellow Lamborghini registered to you.

WOMAN:  (o.s.)  Hey, Scottie.  We want to go eat.

(Three women in bathing suits wait for him.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Then go!  Go.  

(The women leave.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  I had a party up here last night for the industry.  
Designers, editors, any model who wasn't working a show, including Tess.

(Calleigh walks in and joins them.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  My car is a perk.  Anybody who wants to take a drive, can.

HORATIO:  You got a guest list for the party?

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Listen, those people are my agency's lifeblood.  You start 
calling them about a dead model, and I am out of business.

HORATIO:  Scott, there are many ways for you to go out of business.

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  (nods)  Fine.  You want my list ... get a warrant.

CALLEIGH:  We don't really need it, Mr. Mandeville.  As it turns out, your party 
was on MTV last night.

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Oh, yeah?

CALLEIGH:  Yeah.  I'm a night owl.  I watched it with some popcorn and a cup of 
decaffeinated tea.

(Scott Mandeville smiles at Calleigh.)  

HORATIO:  All right, let's get a dupe of the tape to the lab.  How did inside 
look?

CALLEIGH:  Well, I think it turns out the maid missed a few spots in the guest 
room.

HORATIO:  Good.

(Calleigh leaves.  Horatio looks at Scott Mandeville.)  

HORATIO:  You mind if I looked inside?

(Horatio leaves and heads inside after Calleigh.  Scott Mandeville calls out to 
him.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Any ... any blow you find in there is not mine.

CUT TO:  



[INT. NATIONAL - MANDEVILLE'S SUITE -- DAY]  

(Horatio stands in the middle of the bedroom and puts his gloves on.  His kit is 
open at his feet.  He takes a moment and looks around the room.)  

(Scott Mandeville appears in the doorway.)  

HORATIO:  Who was in here last night?

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  I told you, I had a party.

(Horatio sees something on the carpet.)  

HORATIO:  Yes, you did.  And you had a thousand people.

(He picks up a tweezer and picks up a piece of blue glass stained with blood on 
it.)  

HORATIO:  A thousand people.  But you see, Scott, the problem is, this blood is 
going to lead me to just one.  And if it's you, or you're covering for someone, 
your agency closing is going to be the least of your problems.  Where's your 
car?

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  I-I think I want my lawyer.

HORATIO:  I bet you do.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK.



FADE IN.

[EXT. MIAMI (STOCK) - DAY]



[INT. CRIME LAB - A/V LAB -- DAY]  

(Tyler Jensen sits at the keyboard when Delko walks in and takes the seat next 
to him.)  

DELKO:  Tyler, what's up?  You calculate the speed of the vehicle yet?

TYLER JENSEN:  Coefficient says at least 20 miles per hour.

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

(Quick flash to:  A car engine revs.  With a view on the car grill, it speeds 
and hits something.  Camera zooms in through the grill and through the engine.)  

TYLER JENSEN:  (v.o.)  Inflating 40 times faster than the blink of a human eye.

(The air bag is deployed.)  

TYLER JENSEN:  (v.o.)  With gas that gets to 300 degrees.

(Cut to:  Someone's face is burned.)

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

DELKO:  Which means that our guy would have airbag burns on his face or his 
arms.  I'll let H know.

(Delko picks up the phone to make the call.)  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]  

(The elevator bell dings and the doors open.  Horatio steps out of the elevator 
and into the hallway.  He walks up to receptionist, who is on the phone.)  

RECEPTIONIST:  (to phone)  I'll be with you in a second, sir.

(Horatio turns and sees Yelina in the lab nearby talking on the phone.)

RECEPTIONIST:  Lieutenant Caine, here's your messages.

(IAB Rick walks through the hallway with a couple of other men.  He turns and 
sees Horatio at reception going through his messages.)

RICK STETLER:  Horatio.  How you doing?

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

RICK STETLER:  (chuckles)  No investigation here -- just solidifying 
relationships.  Made a lateral move within the Bureau.

HORATIO:  You know, it's funny, because it's my understanding that you can only 
move up in Internal Affairs.

RICK STETLER:  Liaison to the mayor's office.

HORATIO:  That's big stuff.  Congratulations.  The city does feel safer.

(Rick sighs and sees Yelina in the lab nearby.)  

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

(Horatio turns and glances at Yelina.  She's off the phone.)  

HORATIO:  Excuse me?

RICK STETLER:  To see someone.  I mean, it's been a couple of years since your 
brother passed.

HORATIO:  Oh.  Why don't you take it up with her?

RICK STETLER:  You're right.  That's good advice.

(Yelina walks out and joins them.  Rick excuses himself.)  

YELINA:  Hi.

RICK STETLER:  Hi.

HORATIO:  Missed you at Mandeville's.

(Yelina glances at Rick as he leaves.  She turns and looks at Horatio.)  

YELINA:  You didn't get my message?

HORATIO:  No, I did -- that you located the victim's hotel room and that you 
were interviewing people.

YELINA:  Mm-hmm.  (She opens a file folder # 03-874372 and takes out a photo.)  
Turns out that Tess had a roommate at the hotel: Michelle Cormier, who nobody's 
seen in two days.  (She shows the photo to Horatio.)  Here. Her headshot.

HORATIO:  Okay.  Any chance she went back to Idaho?

YELINA:  Quebec.  Uh-uh.  But I found out what agency repped her.

HORATIO:  Let me guess -- and there it is -- the Scott Mandeville Agency.  He's 
taken on an attorney.

YELINA:  Got a lead on a girl who works with Tess and Michelle.  Going to meet 
her after her show at the Shore Club.  I'll page you soon as I know anything.

(Yelina turns and heads for the elevator.  Horatio watches her for a moment, 
then calls to her.)  

HORATIO:  Hey, Yelina.

YELINA:  Yes?

HORATIO:  Page me.

(Yelina smiles, turns and steps into the elevator.)  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CRIME LAB - A/V LAB -- DAY]  

(Calleigh sits with Tyler Jensen going over the M-TV video tapes of the party.)  

MAN (ON VIDEO):  (from video)  Agency owner Scott Mandeville is throwing an 
intimate party for 500 of his closest industry friends.

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Hey, what's happening?

QUDDUS PHILIPPE:  (from video)  I'm great, man. Great.  Much greater now that 
I'm here in your party.

TYLER JENSEN:  I'd love to have this guy's job--travel, all night-parties.

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Come on, we make the best mojitos in the entire city of 
Miami.

CALLEIGH:  Yeah, but we get to pack heat.

(They fast-forward the tape a little.)  

QUDDUS PHILIPPE:  (from video)  Yes, it's Heidi Klum in the flesh.

HEIDI KLUM:  (from video)  Hi.  

QUDDUS PHILIPPE:  (from video)  How you doing, love?

HEIDI KLUM:  (from video)  Good, how are you?

QUDDUS PHILIPPE:  (from video)  I am great.  So, what are you doing for Miami's 
fashion week?  I know you got some shows lined up.

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

QUDDUS PHILIPPE:  (from video)  That's kind of fly.  What are you doing in it?

HEIDI KLUM:  I'm wrestling alligators.  It's scary!

QUDDUS PHILIPPE:  (from video)  You lucky alligators.

MANDEVILLE:  What's this?  MTV.

WOMAN:  Yo, hey, what's up?  When we were in Paris ... 

CALLEIGH:  Wait. What is that?

HUNTER:  We once went three days straight.  Can you believe that?

CALLEIGH:  In the back, that's Tess.  Can you zoom in?

(Tyler zooms the video in.)  

TYLER JENSEN:  Zooming.

CALLEIGH:  Yeah, that's Tess.

TYLER JENSEN:  So who's that guy?

CALLEIGH:  Clavo Cruz.

TYLER JENSEN:  The playa from South America?

CALLEIGH:  He looks pretty agitated.

TYLER JENSEN:  That guy is always at premieres, big events.

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

CUT TO:  



[INT. MANDEVILLE RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM - DAY]

(Horatio and Yelina question Scott Mandeville with his lawyer there.)  

HORATIO:  Tell me more about Clavo, Scott.

LAWYER:  My client gifted his car to Clavo Cruz two nights ago -- before the 
incident.

YELINA:  Just so we're clear, we're talking about the Cruz brothers, from 
Baracas, right?

SCOTT  MANDEVILLE:  Clavo owns a portion of my agency.

HORATIO:  And you gifted him your car?

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Yeah.

HORATIO:  Don't you mean he took it?

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

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

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  Do you know Clavo?

HORATIO:  Not personally.

(Scott Mandeville glances over at his lawyer, who nods that he can continue.)  

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  He's a scary guy.

HORATIO:  Where is he now?

SCOTT MANDEVILLE:  He's probably where all the girls go between shows-- Pearl.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. MIAMI BEACH (STOCK) - DAY]



[INT. PEARL - DAY]

(The club is crowded with people.  Horatio and Yelina step into the club.  
Yelina sees Clavo Cruz and points him out to Horatio.)  

YELINA:  The one in the jewelry, that's Clavo Cruz.

HORATIO:  Shocking.

(They walk around the central bar and head over toward Clavo Cruz.  He's sitting 
next to his brother, Ramon.)  

HORATIO:  Lieutenant Caine, Miami PD.

CLAVO CRUZ:  That's a pretty girl, Lieutenant.  Reminds me of the girls in 
Baracas -- only thing that makes me miss home.

(Horatio takes out the post-mortem photo of Tess Kimball and shows it to him.)  

HORATIO:  Take a look at this pretty girl.

(Clavo looks at the photo.)  

HORATIO:  We have reason to believe you killed her.  

CLAVO CRUZ:  No way.  I could never hurt a woman.

YELINA:  Hit-and-run outside the hotel on Collins?

HORATIO:  How'd you get that burn on your face?

CLAVO CRUZ:  That's a razor burn.  I get too many in-growns.

HORATIO:  Wrong. That's from an air bag.  You were behind the wheel when you hit 
her.

CLAVO CRUZ:  Shnizzel, you know, I'm pretty sure that was a dog, dawg.

HORATIO:  Stand up.

(Clavo stands up.  So does Ramon.)  

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

CLAVO CRUZ:  No, no, no, no.  You can't arrest me.  I got immunity.  Diplomatic 
immunity.

HORATIO:  Bolivia, Brazil, Chile.  The blue book says nothing about Baracas.

CLAVO CRUZ:  No, no, no, no.  The State Department comped us in, during Iraq.  
You got no game.

RAMON CRUZ:  It's true, Lieutenant.  State Department gave expedited 
accreditation to our father, as Baracas' general for life.  Which, as you know 
... 

HORATIO:  Extends to his sons.  Okay, in exchange for what?

RAMON CRUZ:  That's something you'd have to ask State.

CLAVO CRUZ:  I told you I was untouchable.  But I got to tell you, when I saw 
that girl fly through the air like that ... (laughs) ... that was sick, my bro.

RAMON CRUZ:  Clavo, Clavo.

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

RAMON CRUZ:   Te callas!

HORATIO:  Get him out of here.

YELINA:  Let's go.

CLAVO CRUZ:  Don't touch me.

YELINA:  Over here.

(Yelina grabs Clavo and pushes him off to the side.)  

YELINA:  I want to talk to you.

(Ramon steps closer to Horatio.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  Lieutenant, I understand this is upsetting.  Let me say, on behalf 
of my family, I am sorry about this girl.

HORATIO:  You own businesses here, you enjoy the freedoms this country affords.  
Your brother, is an all-American playboy until he gets in trouble, and then he 
is suddenly a Baracan prince.  You tell your family, on behalf of that girl 
laying in the morgue, apology not accepted.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - EVENING]



[INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT]

(Horatio talks with FBI Agent Jim Resdon.)  

HORATIO:  So, PNG the guy.

JIM RESDON:  We can't make Clavo persona non grata.  We send him home, his old 
man retaliates, starts framing our diplomats in Baracas.

HORATIO:  Okay, what is going on in Iraq?

JIM RESDON:  Clavo's got a big mouth.

HORATIO:  Come on, Jim. Come on.

JIM RESDON:  I'm State. That's Langley.

HORATIO:  You know, Jim, I don't care if it's the post office.  I want to know 
why a murderer gets to run free in Miami.

(Before Jim Resdon can answer, we hear a familiar voice in the background and 
see Yelina sitting over at the bar.  Rick Stetler joins her.  Horatio overhears 
them and is distracted by the conversation.)  

RICK STETLER:  Yelina?  Hey.

YELINA:  Hey.  Hi, Rick.

RICK STETLER:  Yeah, I thought that was you.

YELINA:  How are you?

RICK STETLER:  I'm good.  I'm good.  And you?

(Jim pulls him back to the conversation.)  

JIM RESDON:  All right, you want the rumor?

HORATIO:  Go for it.

JIM RESDON:  When we went into Baghdad, we captured entire cells--some of the 
savviest terrorists in the world.  But we can't get their intelligence without 
... coercion.

HORATIO:  You mean torture. 

JIM RESDON:  The United States of America does not torture prisoners of war.

HORATIO:  But Baracas does.  For us.

JIM RESDON:  (shrugs)  If you believe the rumors.   And we stay one step ahead 
of the next 9-11.  So you see why we can't touch Clavo.

HORATIO:  I do.

(Horatio pauses.  He is once again distracted by Yelina and Rick over at the 
bar.  He looks at Jim.)  

HORATIO:  To be continued.

(Horatio stands up and heads out.  Yelina sees him and stands up also.  She 
follows him out.  Horatio chuckles.)  

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

HORATIO:  National security.

YELINA:  Now what?  We drop the case?

HORATIO:  No. Things change.  Allies become enemies.  Suddenly evidence ... 
evidence becomes a factor.

YELINA:  Okay.

HORATIO:  Mm-hmm.  I see Stetler over there.

YELINA:  Yes. He said ... you told him to talk to me.

HORATIO:  No, that's not what I said to him.  I said to him I couldn't speak for 
you.

YELINA:  Or for yourself, apparently.

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

YELINA:  (nods)  ... then Raymond died.

HORATIO:  Right.  And everything changed. And it is easy to get used to those 
boundaries.

YELINA:  Right.  I'm still your brother's wife.  Hmm?  It's not your fault 
Raymond got killed, nor mine.  If anything, you tried harder than anyone to get 
Raymond to be more careful.

HORATIO:  Maybe I didn't try hard enough.

YELINA:  That is not true.  I don't believe that.  But maybe you do.  (He 
doesn't say anything.)  Okay.  I suppose I ... am going to have to accept things 
for now.

(She sighs.)  

YELINA:  But I'm not going out with Stetler.  He leers.

HORATIO:  I did notice that.  By the way, he's doing it again right now.  
(Yelina shakes her head.)  I'll talk to you later.  Bye.

(Horatio turns and heads out, passing the hostess on the way.)  

HORATIO:  Thank you.

HOSTESS:  Good night.

(Yelina turns and heads in a different direction.)  

CUT TO:  



[EXT. CLUB (STOCK)-- NIGHT]  

(Establish.  Entrance to the club.)



[INT. CAR (PARKED) - NIGHT]

(Delko and Calleigh sit in the parked car watching the entrance to the club.  
From where they sit, they can hear the music.)  

DELKO:  Look, they've been in there since this afternoon.  Maybe he's going out 
the back.

CALLEIGH:  Clavo Cruz is definitely coming out the front door.

(Speedle is sitting in the back seat as he eats something.)  

SPEEDLE:  How do you figure?

CALLEIGH:  He loves attention too much to slip out the back.  Didn't you ever 
see him in Ocean Drive Magazine?  He's everywhere.  He's a camera hound.

SPEEDLE:  Wait a minute. That's him.

(They watch as Clavo Cruz drunkenly walks out of the club.  He passes by some 
people who recognize him.)  

CLAVO CRUZ:  Yo, yo, yo, what's up?

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

DELKO:  Yeah, he looks WWI, too.   

CALLEIGH:  Definitely walking while intoxicated.

SPEEDLE:  When he gets behind the wheel of that car, he's our business, right?

(They watch as Clavo gets into the car.)  

MAN:  Close the door.

(The man shuts the door and we hear the engine start.)

CUT TO:  



[INT. CRIME LAB -- NIGHT]  

(Clavo stands on one foot in front of Horatio and Calleigh.)  

CLAVO CRUZ:  I can stand on one foot, okay?  Look. Watch me. Huh?

CALLEIGH:  You couldn't do it at your vehicle, and that's what counts.

HORATIO:  You are officially detained.  I want your keys.

(Clavo sits down and crosses his feet on the table.)  

CLAVO CRUZ:  When are you going to get it, Ese?  The Vienna convention makes me 
untouchable.   

HORATIO:  Not tonight.

CALLEIGH:  The Diplomatic Relations Act of 1978 stipulates that a diplomat can 
be detained by police if he presents imminent danger to the host nation's 
citizens ...

CLAVO CRUZ:  Aah ...!

CALLEIGH:  ... Such as driving under the influence of alcohol.

HORATIO:  And you, my friend, couldn't even walk a straight line, so you'll be 
taken home by the radio car, and you can pick your vehicle up in the morning at 
the impound lot.

CLAVO CRUZ:  You know what's crazy?  (Clavo stands up.)  I can kill someone in 
your country, but I can't drive drunk.

HORATIO:  I just want your keys.

(Clavo holds the keys out and drops them on the floor.)  

HORATIO:  Pick 'em up.

CLAVO CRUZ:  You want 'em ... you pick 'em up.

(Horatio picks up the keys.  Clavo spits on Horatio, hitting him square on the 
jacket.)  

HORATIO:  Thank you.

(The officers lead Clavo out of the room.)  

OFFICER:  Come on, let's go.

CRUZ:  Get your hands off me.  I'm a phone call away from a mojito.

(Calleigh calmly gets her things and swabs Horatio's jacket.)  

HORATIO:  It sure is nice when they help, huh?

FADE OUT.



FADE IN.

[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) -- DAY]  



[INT. GARAGE - IMPOUND -- DAY]  

(In Section C-12 of the Impound, Delko, Speedle and Calleigh are there.)  

DELKO:  There she is. This car cost more than my condo.

CALLEIGH:  Okay, let's see if Clavo left us anything.  Gummy sealant.  The 
windshield's been replaced.

SPEEDLE:  The air bag has been, too.

CALLEIGH:  Really?  Do you think you might be able to locate it at a repair shop 
or something?

SPEEDLE:  I got some ideas.

(Delko checks  out the front license plate and finds something stuck to it.)  

DELKO:  Hey, we got some fabric here.  It's the same color as our victim's 
dress.

SPEEDLE:  Is it loose?  We can't touch anything legally.

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

(Delko fans the fabric and it falls off the license plate onto the ground.)  

DELKO:  Yeah.  There it is.  It's public property now ...

(He picks it up and looks at it.)  

DELKO:  ... and it's got some blood on it.

(Quick flash of:  [NIGHT]  Tess Kimball runs.  We hear an engine speeding up.  
She turns as the car hits her.)

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

CALLEIGH:  Well, this is our murder car, as if we had any doubts.

SPEEDLE:  Let's go find that air bag.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. CRUZ RESIDENCE -- DAY]  

(The officers release the handcuffs on Clavo Cruz.  He enters the gates to the 
resident and walks over to a small group waiting for him.)  

CLAVO CRUZ:  Did you think they could hold me?  Wassup, posse?

(Horatio walks up to the gate.)  

MAN:  Where you been, huh?  The party's starting right now.

(The gate closes on him.  As the group heads inside.)  

MAN:  They got nothin' on him.  Nothin', man.
MAN:  Clavo, man, you're a free man.

(Ramon walks up to the gate to talk with Horatio.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  Thank you for bringing my little brother home.

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

RAMON CRUZ:  My brother's unstable.  Everyone knows that.

HORATIO:  Yeah, that's right.  You're the sane one. You would've never let him 
go clubbing 48 hours after a murder.  You would've insisted that he keep a low 
profile.  So what does he have on you?

RAMON CRUZ:  Let it go, Lieutenant.  We're protected by your own federal 
government.

(Ramon smiles and puts on his glasses.  He turns and heads back to the house.  
Horatio stops him.)  

HORATIO:  Things change, Ramon.

(Ramon turns around and looks back at Horatio.  Horatio smiles at him.  The two 
men look at each other.  Ramon turns and heads back, waving his hand at 
Horatio.)  

(Horatio's phone rings.  He answers it.)  

HORATIO:  Horatio.  Where?  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CRIME LAB - FORENSIC AUTOPSY - DAY]

(The ME Assistant wheels in a gurney with a body on it.  Alexx follows the 
gurney into the main lab.  From the other end of the lab, the door opens and 
Horatio walks in.)  

HORATIO:  Find her on the beach?

ALEXX:  Tess' roommate.

HORATIO:  Michelle Cormier.

ALEXX:  Neck bruising.  She was involved in a struggle, but I don't see any 
defense wounds.

HORATIO:  Okay, so she was taken by surprise.

ALEXX:  Can't tell how long she was in the water, but I'll know better after 
post.

HORATIO:  All right, start with the sexual assault kit, okay?

ALEXX:  Will do.

(Horatio turns to leave the lab and sees Yelina walking toward him from the 
hallway.)  

HORATIO:  Detective, when was the last time Michelle Cormier was seen alive?

YELINA:  Model said she was consulate-hopping first night of fashion week and, 
so far, that's the last time anyone saw Michelle.

HORATIO:  Let's find out which consulates.

YELINA:  I know. Start with Baracas.  You do realize they won't see me.

HORATIO:  Well, maybe Clavo will answer the door for you.

(Yelina smiles.)  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY]

(Delko and Speedle walk through the hallway.)  

SPEEDLE:  I just got off the phone with the Lamborghini dealership in Coral 
Gables.  They replaced an air bag on a metallic yellow two days ago.

DELKO:  All right, let's go pick it up.

SPEEDLE:  Trash beat us to it.

DELKO:  So we go to the landfill.  

SPEEDLE:  An upscale place like Coral Gables does not have a landfill.

DELKO:  Right. They ship it out of the country on a barge to Haiti.

SPEEDLE:  You know what that means.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. CANAL (STOCK) -- DAY]  

(The trash barge heads through the canal.  The bridge is up as it passes.)

(On the barge, Delko and Speedle go through the trash.)  

(Delko finds something.  )  

DELKO:  Hey.  Check this out.

(He lifts up a dead rat and shows it to Speedle.)  

DELKO:  How did that get from your apartment to there is what I want to know.

SPEEDLE:  That's very funny.

(Delko tosses the dead rat aside.  They continue to sift through the trash.  
Speedle finds something.  He pulls it out.  It's the airbag.)  

SPEEDLE:  Ow!

DELKO:  That the right one?

SPEEDLE:  Yeah. There's your air bag.

CUT TO:  



[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]  

(Calleigh swabs the air bag and smears it on a glass slide.  She looks at the 
slide under the scope and finds some skin cells.  Calleigh takes the swab and 
heads out of the lab.)  



[INT. CSI - DNA LAB - DAY]

(Calleigh enters the lab.)  

CALLEIGH:  Good afternoon.

VALERA:  So, what do we have here?

CALLEIGH:  Epithelials from the air bag.  Would you mind checking it to see if 
it matches the saliva from our spitting champ?

VALERA:  I'll page you.

CALLEIGH:  I'll wait.  I'm very hands-on.  They may have mentioned that to you 
when you transferred here.

(Valera processes the swab.  She gives Calleigh the results.)  

VALERA:  Match confirmed.

CALLEIGH:  So Clavo was behind the wheel when the air bag deployed.

(Quick flash of:  [NIGHT]  Tess Kimball runs out onto the road.  We hear the car 
engine and see the car hitting Tess.)

(Camera zooms in through the front of the car, through the car interior to where 
the air bag is deployed.  The air bag fills and hits Clavo on the cheek leaving 
behind a burn.)  

(End of flash.  Resume to apresent.)

(Alexx appears in the doorway in time to hear Calleigh.)  

CALLEIGH:  Forensic proof.  Clavo did it.

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

VALERA:  Occupational hazard.

CALLEIGH:  I am a dedicated civil servant, Alexx -- just like you.  I see that 
you were walking your own samples to the lab to be tested.  Is that the Cormier 
girl -- the one from the beach?

ALEXX:  One and the same.

VALERA:  Want me to compare and contrast with Clavo's spit? 

ALEXX:  Thank you.

VALERA:  Sure. I'll page you.

CALLEIGH:  I'll wait.  (Alexx gives Calleigh a pointed look.)  I can't help it.  
It's in my DNA.  I'm just naturally curious.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - LATE DAY]



[INT. CSI -HALLWAY - LATE DAY]  

(Calleigh and Horatio walk through the hallway as she reports to him.)  

CALLEIGH:  Results from Michelle Cormier's sexual assault kit.  I compared it to 
Clavo's DNA.

HORATIO:  They're not a match, are they?

CALLEIGH:  No, but there are enough common alleles to suggest it's from a male 
relative.

HORATIO:  You mean, like a brother?

CUT TO:  



[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - LATE DAY]



[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY - LATE DAY]  

(Alexx is signing a clipboard as Horatio stares at Tess Kimball on the autopsy 
table.)  

HORATIO:  Parents are flying in from Quebec City.  Her mother, as it turns out, 
has never been on an airplane before.

ALEXX:   Cause of death was drowning ... with concurrent strangulation.

HORATIO:  So, Ramon has been a busy boy.  Was the sex consensual?

ALEXX:  No physical findings.  Thing is, water in her lungs wasn't salt water.  
Smelled chlorine.  I sent a sample to trace for the particulars.

JIM RESDON:  (over mic)  Horatio.

(Alexx turns and looks up in the box.  Jim Resdon stands over the microphone.)  

HORATIO:  Excuse me.

(Horatio turns and leaves.)  

SHORT TIME CUT TO:  



[INT. CSI - OBSERVATION DECK OVER AUTOPSY LAB]

(Horatio and Jim Resdon talk while images of Tess Kimball on the autopsy table 
are on the monitors.)  

JIM RESDON:  My superior sent me.  Next time, it's going to be DOJ.  Leave the 
Cruz brothers alone.

HORATIO:  Let me just get clear on who we're talking about.  Are we talking 
about the Cruz brother who killed the girl on the table down there ... or the 
Cruz brother that killed her roommate?  Which is it?

JIM RESDON:  Langley got a call from the general for life -- complains a CSI is 
harassing his sons here in Miami.  Impounded a car?

HORATIO:  His sons are killers.

JIM RESDON:  The general says it stops ... now.

HORATIO:  Or what?  He's going to close the interview camps we have no knowledge 
about, Jim?

JIM RESDON:  He also wants you to apologize to his sons.

HORATIO:  (chuckles)  You are a kidder, Jim.

JIM RESDON:  No jokes at this pay scale.

HORATIO:  Okay, here's what's going to happen.  You're going to apologize for 
me.  How would that be?  Alexx ... can I have the water sample from trace from 
our victim's lungs, please -- ASAP?

ALEXX:  You got it.

JIM RESDON:  No, Caine, you apologize ... in person, or federal funds for Miami 
CSI will be pulled immediately.  You want your lab limping along, having to fire 
your staff one by one?

HORATIO:  That's funny -- you talking about loyalty.

JIM RESDON:  Tomorrow.  10:00 A.M.

(Jim leaves.)

FADE OUT.



FADE IN.

[EXT. (STOCK) -- DAY]  



[INT. CRUZ RESIDENCE -- DAY]  

(Jim Resdon faces Ramon and Clavo Cruz while Horatio looks out the window.)  

JIM RESDON:  Senors Cruz, Lieutenant Caine has something he'd like to say to 
you.

(Horatio sees the swimming pool out back.)  

CLAVO CRUZ:  You're making us late.  We're going deep-sea fishing, Ese.  Marlon 
are waiting.  

JIM RESDON:  Lieutenant?

CLAVO CRUZ:  If this is another insult to my father and us ...

JIM RESDON:  Lieutenant Caine.

(Horatio sighs.)

HORATIO:  I would like to apologize to you gentlemen for any ... any 
inconvenience I caused you.  And, if you would extend my sentiment to your 
father, and his government, I would appreciate it.

RAMON CRUZ:  Apology accepted.

CLAVO CRUZ:  Okay, man.

HORATIO:  Just out of curiosity ... is that the swimming pool that you drowned 
Michelle in?

JIM RESDON:  Caine.

HORATIO:  Intellectual exercise ...

JIM RESDON:  You're out of here, Caine.

RAMON CRUZ:  It's okay.  It is.  Lieutenant Caine's single-mindedness is 
engaging.

(He turns and looks out the window at the pool.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  Not that pool.  No.

(Quick flashback to:  [NIGHT]  Ramon and Michelle Cormier are in the pool 
playing.  Things heat up between the two.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  And, if it matters ... it was an accident.

HORATIO:  Well, it does matter.  I guess, while you were busy taking what you 
wanted, you forgot she was down there.

(Quick flashback to:  [NIGHT]  In the throes of passion, Michelle struggles 
below the water surface.)  

(End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

HORATIO:  Mmm ... when you have everything, sometimes it feels like nothing, 
huh?

(Ramon glances back at Clavo.)  

HORATIO:  So, when Tess Kimball came over the next night to look for her 
girlfriend, I guess I'm wondering, how did he mow her down?

RAMON CRUZ:  You've just become less engaging.

(Ramon and Clavo head out of the room.)  

CUT TO:  



[INT. CSI - A/V LAB]

(Calleigh is going through the MTV party video.)

CALLEIGH:  Clavo says, "Que hermano ... Why don't you go talk to my brother? 
He's upstairs.

(Speedle walks into the lab.)  

CALLEIGH:  Kick back. Drink some azuret."  So azuret is the blue bottle glass 
from Tess' hand.

SPEEDLE:  Guess what.  (Speedle puts the file folder on the countertop next to 
Calleigh.)  That glass has Ramon's blood on it.  Just came from DNA.

(Calleigh picks up the folder and looks at the results.)

(Quick flashback to:  [ROOM - NIGHT]  Ramon is sitting on the bed when Tess 
Kimball walks in.)

SPEEDLE:  (v.o.)  He thought he could sweet-talk her into forgetting about her 
friend.

(He gets up and takes a sip of champagne from his glass.)  

SPEEDLE:  (v.o.)  A little champagne, a lot of cash.

(He puts the glass down on the table nearby.)  

TESS KIMBALL:  Did you kill Michelle?

RAMON CRUZ:  It was a terrible accident.

(He grabs her wrist.)  

TESS KIMBALL:  You killed her.

RAMON CRUZ:  No!

TESS KIMABLL:  Didn't you?

(She tries to leave, but he pulls her back.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  No. Listen.  Listen to me.  We can fix this.

(He puts some cash in her hand.  She looks at it and gets upset.)  

SPEEDLE:  (v.o.)  That confirms her suspicions.  She gets agitated.  He tries to 
subdue her.

(She struggles against him.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  It was an accident!

SPEEDLE:  (v.o.)  She fights back.

(She grabs the nearby bottle and hits him over the head with it.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  Come back!

(She runs out of the room and down the stairs.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  Come back here!

SPEEDLE:  (v.o.)  She managed to get free.

(Tess runs out through the lobby.)

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

CALLEIGH:  She probably felt confident that she had gotten away, and didn't 
realize the Cruz brothers had a backup plan.  Homicide finally dug up the phone 
records, by the way.

(Quick flash of:  Ramon opens his phone and calls his brother.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  (to phone)  Clavo, do not let her leave the building.

Cut to:  [EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT]

(A car engine revs.  Tess stops and screams as the car hits her.  She hits the 
front windshield, cracking it, then falls to the asphalt.)  

(The car speeds away.)  

(End of flash.  Resume to present.)  

CALLEIGH:  All because she chose the truth over money.

SPEEDLE:  The thing is, Calleigh, unless there's a coup in Baracas, this 
evidence goes on ice.

CUT TO:  



[INT. CSI - LAB]

(Yelina walks into the lab where Horatio and Speedle are working.)  

YELINA:  Baracas Consulate turned me away.  Wouldn't answer any questions.

HORATIO:  The brothers are closing ranks.

YELINA:  However, other consulates were more cooperative.  Last sightings I have 
of Michelle was at opening night of fashion week.  People saw her at the 
Ecuadorian Consulate, Canadian Consulate ... wait a minute.

HORATIO:  Did you say Canadian?

YELINA:  Yes, and this has some special meaning?

HORATIO:  Could. Speed, have we processed the water in Michele's lungs yet?

SPEEDLE:  Not that it matters.

HORATIO:  Speed?

SPEEDLE:  If we can't use forensics against guys like Cruz, then what exactly 
are we doing?

HORATIO:  I understand, but I need the ingredients.  What are they?

SPEEDLE:  You got chlorine and activated carbon impregnated with metallic 
silver.

HORATIO:  Silver ions.

SPEEDLE:  The filtration system is rare, especially at the parts-per-billion 
this water presents.

HORATIO:  Okay.  So, what are we talking about?

SPEEDLE:  Forty.

HORATIO:  All right, here's what we do.  Let's go pay our neighbors from the 
north a visit, all right?

CUT TO:  



[EXT. (STOCK) - DAY]



[EXT. CANADIAN CONSULATE - BACKYARD -- DAY]  

(Horatio talks with the Canadian Consulate General Dubay while Speedle is 
testing the pool water.)  

HORATIO:  Detective Salas reports that Ramon Cruz was here at the Canadian 
Consulate with Michelle Cormier.  This is Michelle.

(Horatio shows him the post-mortem photo of Michelle Cormier.)  

DUBAY:  Last time I saw them, they were heading out here to the pool.

(Quick flashback of:  [NIGHT]  Ramon Cruz and Michelle Cormeier dive and are 
swimming out in the pool.  End of flashback.  Resume to present.)  

DUBAY:  It was late.  When we host big parties, it's difficult to monitor 
everyone's activities.

HORATIO:  What have you got, Speed?

SPEEDLE:  Same reaction as the water in Michelle's lungs.  40 parts per billion.  
Most water's 20.

DUBAY:  SARS scare.  Extra silver ions.

HORATIO:  Actually, what it means is Michelle was killed right here on these ten 
little acres of Canada, right here in the middle of Miami Beach.  You're going 
to be coming with me.

DUBAY:  If you're planning what I think you are, proximity to the crime is only 
half the equation.

(Horatio makes a phone call.)  

HORATIO:  Not when you're dealing with a guy who has boundary issues. Hang on.  
Horatio. Listen to me.  I need the Coast Guard, and I need the Bahamian Defense 
Force.  The Bahamian Defense Force.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. OCEAN - DAY]

(The Cruz brothers are out on their boat with other men and women.  Ramon is 
reeling in his catch while Clavo puts his head down in the nearest woman's lap.  
Everyone is holding their drinks.)  

RAMON CRUZ:  This is better fishing than Baracas, baby!  Come to Papi, baby.  
Come to Papi. I feel lucky!

RAMON CRUZ:  Watch this. Watch this.  Come on, baby.  Come on, baby!  Come on, 
baby!

(Suddenly, everyone takes note of the helicopter overhead.)  

VOICE (MAN):  What the hell is that?

(Ramon hands the fishing rod to the man nearby.  He walks over to Clavo and they 
both look up at the helicopter hovering above them.  They look at each other and 
smirk.  Ramon turns around and sees the approaching boats.)

VOICE 1:  This is the Bahamian Defense Force.  Cut your engines and prepare to 
be boarded.

(A second boat approaches.)  

VOICE 2:  Attention: This is the United States Coast Guard.  Shut down your 
engines and prepare to be boarded.

(Various dissolves of the boats approaching.)

(The Cruz boat is boarded.)  

BAHAMIAN CONSTABLE:  In conjunction with the United States Coast Guard, by 
decree of the Bahamian Defense Force, you are under arrest for the murder of 
Michelle Cormier, a citizen of Canada.

(Horatio peers out from the boat.  He looks at Ramon; he smiles back.)  

BAHAMIAN CONSTABLE:  Said crime perpetrated on Canadian soil at the consulate in 
Miami-Dade, Florida.

RAMON CRUZ:  Canadian girl on Canadian soil.  That's two out of three.  I'm 
still immune.

(Jim Resdon walks up to Ramon Cruz and hands him a piece of folded paper.  He 
steps aside.)  

HORATIO:  Actually, you're not.  Not on your boat.  You're flying under a flag 
of convenience, just like the constable.
Isn't that right, Constable?

BAHAMIAN CONSTABLE:  The Bahamian flag, which gives me jurisdiction over you.

HORATIO:  That is correct.  You never gave any thought to the way your father 
arranged your life; you just took with no questions asked.

RAMON CRUZ:  You still can't arrest me.  I'm in Florida waters!

HORATIO:  Actually, you're not in Florida waters.  About 500 yards that way, you 
passed into international waters.  The Coast Guard was waiting for you to make 
that mistake.

(He looks over to the Coast Guard boat and finds three men with rifles on them.)  

HORATIO:  Now you have fifty years to think about how you helped me in your 
arrest.  And you, you watch your back.  I'm not done with you.  Now, gentlemen 
... it's been a pleasure.  So remember, Clavo, when you're in Miami, we never 
close.  Take him.

(Horatio turns and leaves as they put handcuffs on Ramon Cruz.)  

BAHAMIAN CONSTABLE:  Let's go.

CUT TO:  



[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]



[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - NIGHT]

(Speedle is in the hallway with Michelle Cormier's parents.  He turns and walks 
up to Horatio.)  

SPEEDLE:  Michelle Cormier's parents just flew in.  I didn't know what to tell 
them.

HORATIO:  Okay, I'll take it.  You wanted to know why forensics?  (He glances at 
them.)  This is why.

(Speedle watches as Horatio sits down with the Cormier's.) 

HORATIO:  Mr. and Mrs. Cormier, I'm Horatio Caine.  Actually, I have some very 
good news. We were able to capture the man who killed Michelle, and so now 
Michelle can rest in peace.

(Mrs. Cormier sobs.  Horatio turns and looks back at Speedle.  Speedle turns and 
leaves.  Horatio gives Mrs. Cormier a hug and shakes Mr. Cormier's hand.)  

FADE TO BLACK.

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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS 
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CSI: MIAMI
2X01:  BLOOD BROTHERS
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS:  09/22/2003
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 
SOFIA MILOS as Det. Yalina Salas
YANCEY ARIAS as Ramon Cruz
GONZALO MENENDEZ as Clavo Cruz

ALAN DALE as Canadian Consulate General Dubay
QUDDUS PHILIPPE as Himself
HEIDI KLUM as Herself

DAVID LEE SMITH as Rick Stetler
BRIAN POTH as Tyler Jensen
BOTI BLISS as (Maxine) Valera

with
ROBERT JOHN BURKE as FBI Agent Jim Resdon

and
CHAD LOWE as Scott Mandeville

Music Composed by:  GRAEME REVELL

Edited by JOHN C. BALDWIN
Production Designer:  CAREY MEYER
Director of Photography:  DERMOTT D. DOWNS

Co-Producer:  GINA LAMAR
Co-Producer:  SUNIL NAYAR
Co-Producer:  BRUCE GOLIN

Producer:  STEVEN MAEDA
Producer:  JOE CHAPPELLE
Producer:  ELIZABETH DEVINE

Supervising producer:  SHANE BRENNAN
Consulting Producer:  JONATHAN GLASSNER
Produced by:  SCOTT SHIFFMAN

Co-Executive Producer:  DANNY CANNON
Executive Producer:  JONATHAN LITTMAN

Written by:  ANN DONAHUE
Directed by:  DANNY CANNON

==========================
END CREDITS 
==========================

Executive Producer:  JERRY BRUCKHEIMER

Executive Producer:  ANN DONAHUE
Executive Producer:  ANTHONY E. ZUIKER
Executive Producer:  CAROL MENDELSOHN

JERRY BRUCKHEIMER Television
Alliance Atlantis Productions Inc.
CBS Productions, Inc.

Co-Starring 
APRIL SCOTT as Tess Kimball
ANA MERCEDES as Mrs. Cormier

Line Producer:  DON TARDINO
Associate Producer:  SCOTT LAUTANEN

Casting by: NAN DUTTON-SELLS, C.S.A.

Original Casting by: ROBERT ULRICH, C.S.A., ERIC DAWSON, C.S.A., CAROL KRITZER, 
C.S.A.

Executive Story Editor:  MIKE OSTROWSKI
Story Editor:  ILDY MODROVICH
Story Editor:  LAURENCE WALSH
Unit Production Manager:  ROBERT ROTHBARD
Unit Production Manager:  TERRY MILLER

First Assistant Director:  SAM HILL
First Assistant Director:  PHIL DUPONT
Second Assistant Directors: ANDY SPILKOMAN
Second Assistant Directors:  TY ARNOLD
Costume Designer:  JULIA SCHKLAIR
Forensics Consultant:  JOHN HAYNES

Production Sound Mixers:  DONOVAN DEAR 
Script Supervisor:  CLAUDIA YARMY
Special Make-Up Effects:  MATTHEW W. MUNGLE / CLINTON WAYNE
Art Director:  COLIN DE ROUIN / MARK HARRINGTON

Set Decorator:  DAVID KONEFF / BARBARA PETERSON
Construction Coordinator:  MIKE CLARK
Special Effects Coordinators:  DAVID KELSEY / BOBBY VASQUEZ

Property Master:  RANDY ERIKSEN / DAVID SCOTT / PHIL SCHNEIDER
Key Grip:  JOEY KRAFT
Gaffer:  RUSS CALDWELL
Department Head Make-Up and Special Effects Make-Up:  CHERI MONTESANTO-MEDCALF

Key Hairstylist:  LANA SHARPE
Camera Operator:  MARCIS COLE
2ND 2ND Assistant Director:  ANYA ADAMS
Production Coordinator:  AMY ELLIOT
Location Manager:  BRIAN O'NEILL / ELIZABETH ELWELL

Costume Supervisor:  KATHY KANN
Transportation Coordinator:  TIM RYAN
2ND Unit Coordinator:  ERIC MIRIICH
Associate Producer:  CORINNE MARRINAN

Colorist:  PAUL WESTERBECK
Supervising Sound Editor:  MATTHEW SAWELSON
Music Supervisor: JASON ALEXANDER
Assistant Editor:  MICHAEL FRIEDLANDER
Post Production Supervisor:  MELISSA BLACK
Loop Group:  THE REEL TEAM

Visual Effects Supervisor:  ANDREW ORLOFF

Digital Effects by ZOIC
Computer Playback and Graphics by ZOIC
High Definition Post Production by THE POST GROUP
Film Laboratories by FOTOKEM
Post Production Sound Provided by TODD STUDIOS
Filmed at RALEIGH MANHATTAN BEACH STUDIOS

"Won't Get Fooled Again"
by Pete Townshend
Performed by The Who

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