CSI: MIAMI
2X02: DEAD ZONE
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 09/29/2003
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Written by MICHAEL OSTROWSKI
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SUMMARY: The discovery of a man speared to the hull wall of his boat leads
Horatio and the team to treasure hunters and drug smugglers.
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CSI: MIAMI
2X02: DEAD ZONE
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COLD OPEN:
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. MARINA - DAY]
(A woman and a man sit on the top of a large boat. The woman steps off the boat
onto the pier.)
WOMAN: I'll tie up, babe.
(The man tosses the line to the woman, missing her catch. She looks at him.)
WOMAN: Nice toss, champ.
(She tugs on the line and finds it stuck.)
WOMAN: It's stuck.
(She turns around and sees that the rope it wrapped around a bloodied spear
sticking out from the side of another boat.)
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
(Camera zooms through the wall and we see that the spear is stuck clear through
a body.)
CUT TO:
[INT. BOAT -- DAY]
DELKO: Apparently, somebody hit a bull's-eye.
(Delko snaps several photos of the body and of the spear going through the
body's chest, pinning it to the wall.)
(Horatio and Yelina look at the body.)
HORATIO: The spear.
(Camera pans down the body and we see a pool of blood under the man's feet.
Inside the pool of blood is a large void.)
YELINA: Slip is rented to a Paul Jackson. Marina captain says Paul just signed
a lease two days ago.
HORATIO: Okay. Now, this is a brand-new boat.
YELINA: Yeah, I'll see if I can track down the dealer.
HORATIO: Okay. Keep me posted.
DELKO: (looking around) Least he went out in style. New boat, new gear. Top-
shelf tequila.
HORATIO: Yes, tequila for one, so he wasn't expecting company. A spear, so
he's either a deep sea diver or knows one.
DELKO: But no spear guns on the vessel, so the suspect must have brought it in
with him.
HORATIO: Brought it in and took it away.
YELINA: Neighbors, harbor patrol -- nobody saw a thing.
(Alexx enters the room.)
ALEXX: Morning, ladies and gentlemen.
HORATIO: Morning, Alexx.
(She raises her handsaw.)
ALEXX: Can I take him off your hands?
HORATIO: He's all yours. (She turns the saw on.) I am going to find ... the
one that got away.
HARD CUT TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MARINA (STOCK) -- DAY]
[INT. BOAT -- DAY]
(Horatio is looking at the wall. The body has been removed.)
HORATIO: So, our victim takes the spear ...
(Quick flashes of: The victim sees the killer with the spear gun. He puts his
hands up and backs away. He's shot in the chest, pining him to the wall. End
of flashes.)
(Horatio stands in front of the wall where the body used to be and where there's
now a hole.)
HORATIO: ... and blood pools around his feet. Speed?
(Speedle steps forward with his camera and looks at the pool of blood on the
floor.)
SPEEDLE: Void in the blood pool. Rectangular, with a peak.
(Speedle looks around.)
DELKO: Could be a lead diving weight.
(Delko steps forward.)
HORATIO: Yes. Whatever it was caused ridges to form in the blood within
minutes, right? And whoever removed it ...
(Quick flash of: Someone picks up a rectangular object from the pool of blood.
End of flash.)
HORATIO: ... watched this man die.
(In the next room, Delko opens up a case on the bed.)
DELKO: Hey, H., I'm seeing some salvage gear in here-- high-end scanners,
things like that, all still in the boxes.
HORATIO: Salvager. Well, it'd take an awful lot of used tin to afford a boat
like this. Okay, here's what we need to do. Let's find out who and what was
here. All right?
(Horatio turns and leaves. Speedle raises his camera and continues taking
photos of the blood pool.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. CSI - FORENSIC AUTOPSY -- DAY]
(Alexx and Calleigh stand over the dead body on the table. Alexx removes the
sheet covering the body, spear and the part of the boat she cut out.)
ALEXX: Naked guy, boat hull and spear. Not something you see every day.
CALLEIGH: And they say guns are dangerous.
ALEXX: Got some transfer here.
(Alexx starts to cut the skin around the spear.)
CALLEIGH: That looks like fish scales.
ALEXX: Mmm. Transfer probably occurred as the spear passed through the torso.
(Quick CGI POV of a cross-section of the torso as the spear pierces through the
skin and into the flesh. End of CGI POV.)
ALEXX: The blades'll have better samples. Give me a hand, Calleigh, please.
(Alexx puts the scalpel aside and walks around the body.)
(Together, she and Calleigh remove the spear from the body and the hull.)
ALEXX: Whew!
(Calleigh takes the spear and heads out.)
CALLEIGH: Thanks. I'll be in firearms. Velocity, tool marks -- somewhere
there's a spear gun out there that goes with this spear.
CUT TO:
[EXT. MARINA - SLIP -- DAY]
(An officer stands outside on the pier.)
[INT. BOAT - DAY]
(Speedle is lifting a shoe print off the floor when Delko walks out of the
bedroom. He turns the corner to the bathroom where Speedle is and chuckles.)
(Speedle looks at him.)
SPEEDLE: What?
DELKO: You got a new boat and a used toilet. The seat's up.
(Speedle sighs.)
SPEEDLE: Why does it always got to be the toilet?
CUT TO:
(Speedle has his hand inside the toilet.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. PIER - DAY]
(Outside the boat, Speedle drains out the toilet water into a container. He
finds a cigarette butt.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - FORENSIC LAB -- DAY]
(Various Dissolves of: Alexx goes over her findings with Horatio.)
ALEXX: (v.o.) Cause of death: Massive internal damage.
ALEXX: (v.o.) The spear perforated the liver and abdominal aorta.
ALEXX: (v.o.) X-ray showed small linear fracture of the ...
ALEXX: (v.o.) definitely perimortem. And finally, the extremities.
Irritation on the hands and forearms.
HORATIO: We think he could be a salvager.
ALEXX: So he got this in the water.
(Quick flash to: [UNDERWATER] The diver touches the coral.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Alexx looks at the welts on the arm.)
ALEXX: Jellyfish?
HORATIO: Possibly, but take a look at these cuts inside the welts. I'm
thinking fire coral.
ALEXX: Mm. Jellyfish and fire coral are cousins. If he scraped against the
fire coral ...
(Quick flash of: [UNDERWATER] The diver reaches down into the coral and his
arm brushes up against the rocks.)
(Extreme Close-up of: The coral.)
ALEXX: (v.o.) ... it'd release nematocysts.
(Resume view: The diver pulls his arm away from the coral after feeling its
sting.)
ALEXX: Stings just like a jellyfish. Welts usually only last a day.
HORATIO: So he's been underwater in the last 24 hours. How about this black
chemical? Has that been sent to Trace?
(Alexx looks a the blank stains on the body's fingertips.)
ALEXX: Yeah. Looks like fingerprint ink. I was thinking maybe he's been in the
system this week.
HORATIO: Or down deep, touching something silver.
ALEXX: Well, you said he was a salvager. Tin?
HORATIO: No, not tin. Silver, as in silver coins. They react to the saltwater
and break down into black sulfides. You know what this guy is? This guy is a
treasure hunter.
CUT TO:
[EXT. -- DAY]
(Yelina and Horatio walk along the path. Horatio is fiddling with his cell
phone.)
YELINA: Treasure hunting, huh?
HORATIO: There's a good chance.
YELINA: Makes sense. It's a $2 billion business in Florida -- hunting for
treasure.
HORATIO: All that hope for a little stretch of coastline.
YELINA: I assume you want me to get in touch with the State Archeology Unit.
HORATIO: Let's find out what quadrant Mr. Paul Jackson leased, okay?
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(Delko and Yelina walk with Christine, who is carrying a map tube over her
shoulder.)
CHRISTINE: Paul Jackson didn't own his own boat -- let alone his own quadrant.
YELINA: Mm. So he had a boss.
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Marty Jones -- who isn't really boss material, but he has a
working vessel, and that's all you need. That and lease rights.
DELKO: So you gave this Marty a quadrant?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. Florida marine archeology regs. Two miles by one.
(Delko opens the lab door for her.)
DELKO: Can you tell us where exactly that is?
CHRISTINE: Badge'll get you anything.
(Christine steps into the room. Delko and Yelina share a glance before
following her inside.)
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
(Delko and Yelina stand around the layout table as Christine gets the map out of
the tube.)
DELKO: You work for the State. So, even if Paul found treasure, it would've
belonged to Marty, right?
CHRISTINE: And the State of Florida. They have to split it with us, 80/20.
DELKO: And the State still gets to choose which 20?
CHRISTINE: You hunt?
DELKO: A little bit. When I was a kid, I, uh -- my big plan was to find enough
gold to bring the rest of my family over from Cuba, but I, uh, I never got that
lucky.
(Christine and Delko share a chuckle.)
YELINA: Any chance Marty and Paul didn't report a find?
CHRISTINE: Oh, no, that's not them. When Marty and Paulie found something,
they were like kids coming to register it in my office. Even though the stuff
was a step above junk. Nostalgia pieces. Like My Penelope.
DELKO: Who's that?
CHRISTINE: British freighter, sank in '42. The only wreck I ever arrested.
DELKO: So you never got anything good from her, huh?
CHRISTINE: Bragging rights.
(Christine puts the map on the table. Yelina looks at the labels:
MARTY JONES
M. J. SALVAGE
P.O. BOX 153
MIAMI, FL 33127
BRET BETANCOURT
BETANCOURT HOLDINGS
P.O. BOX 746
MIAMI, FL 33134
YELINA: There's a second name on this map. "Bret Betancourt."
CHRISTINE: Oh, yeah. Investor. Probably a silent partner.
YELINA: Is there an address besides a P.O. Box?
CHRISTINE: No. Sorry.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]
(Delko reports to Horatio.)
DELKO: So this Betancourt is an honorary treasure hunter. He's been throwing
money at our spearing victim and his partner Marty for years. State says
they've never found a thing.
HORATIO: Okay, and Yelina is after this Marty.
DELKO: Yeah, and Betancourt. No luck so far.
(Horatio unrolls the map.)
HORATIO: Okay, if you want to find out where someone is, find out where they've
been.
DELKO: Marine life, quadrant.
HORATIO: Right. So we know that our victim has been near fire coral, but that
covers half the coast of Florida.
DELKO: Yes, but there is only one species that's found at depths of 80 feet.
That's millepora alcicornis.
HORATIO: Which is the kind that stung our victim.
DELKO: Exactly. And that narrows it down to two reef sections-- the Muldoons
and the Cortez Trench.
HORATIO: Cortez Trench. Okay, here's what we do: Let's start with the trench,
and you suit up. You're going treasure hunting.
(Delko nods as Horatio leaves.)
CUT TO:
[UNDERWATER -- DAY]
(Delko is under water, gliding along the bottom looking for evidence.)
MAN: (over radio) Delko, you've got 22 minutes of air left.
DELKO: (from radio) Copy.
(He finds something.)
DELKO: (from radio) Somebody was down here before us.
(Delko continues to look around the area.)
DELKO: (from radio) I see something.
MAN: (over radio) What have you got?
(Delko doesn't answer him.)
MAN: (over radio) Delko, do you read? Over.
(Delko continues looking around without responding.)
MAN: (over radio) Delko, talk to me.
MAN: (over radio) Delko? Delko?
(Delko finds something and stares at it.)
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
[EXT. SURFACE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Delko breaks surface and starts swimming toward the boat.)
(At the boat, he hands the camera to Calleigh.)
HORATIO: Let me see that camera.
CALLEIGH: What did you find?
(Calleigh hands the camera to Horatio.)
DELKO: I swear I saw a mermaid.
(Calleigh chuckles. Delko climbs aboard and joins Calleigh and Horatio.)
CALLEIGH: Dream on, diver man.
(Horatio is reviewing the camera footage.)
HORATIO: Got a vacuum nozzle. How much disturbance was down there?
DELKO: I don't remember.
HORATIO: Okay. How deep were you?
DELKO: I don't know, uh ... 110 feet.
HORATIO: Narcosis.
DELKO: Yeah, nitrogen levels are triple at that depth. No wonder why I felt
like I was drunk.
CALLEIGH: Could explain why you thought you saw a mermaid.
HORATIO: He did see a mermaid.
(Horatio hands the camera to Delko to look.)
HORATIO: See? Take a look at that.
(Delko smirks at Calleigh, then looks at the camera footage.)
HORATIO: You recognize her?
DELKO: Yeah. That's it, that's what I saw.
(Calleigh looks at the footage and sees the mermaid.)
CALLEIGH: Oh, my God.
(The figurehead is digitized.)
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB - DAY]
(Tyler Jansen is working on the figurehead image. He matches one figurehead
image to the figurehead from Delko's camera.)
(No match.)
TYLER JANSEN: Oh-kay. One down.
(Calleigh and Horatio stand behind him and watch him work.)
CALLEIGH: So, what do you do, just go to lostfigureheads.com?
(Horatio smiles.)
TYLER JANSEN: Uh, there's no record for most figureheads, but these four ships
were the titanics of their century.
(He tries another figurehead and finds a MATCH.)
TYLER JANSEN: There it is. She's the figurehead for la nuestra seņora de
zaragoza.
HORATIO: A Spanish galleon.
TYLER JANSEN: THE Spanish galleon. Female saints are on the bow for good
luck.
CALLEIGH: That's clearly not a foolproof strategy.
TYLER JENSON: : The Zaragoza's legend. Documented to have capsized in 1649
with Spain's greatest riches in its hull.
CALLEIGH: So, will you define "riches"?
TYLER JENSON: Gold, silver, art, jewels. She went down just off the coast
during a hurricane when Miami was still known as Tequesta.
HORATIO: So Hurricane Andrew shifted sands and revealed this wreck. Let's
finish what Andrew started.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(The elevator bell dings; the doors open. Marty Jones steps out accompanied by
two officers. At the end of the hallway, Yelina explains who he is to Horatio.)
YELINA: Our victim's dive partner, Marty Jones. A statie spotted him on the
side of the road. Cracked radiator.
HORATIO: Mm. Heading north or south?
YELINA: Key West.
HORATIO: Ah, yes, the end of the line.
YELINA: Oh, uh, one more thing.
HORATIO: Hmm?
YELINA: He wears a prosthetic device. Says it's against his civil rights to
make him remove it. State patrol wasn't sure of the protocol.
HORATIO: Well, let's clarify it for them.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(Martin Jones smiles at Yelina and Horatio as he plays with his prosthesis in
place of his right hand. He chuckles.)
MARTY JONES: Scares little kids and law enforcement. My hook.
HORATIO: Just like a pirate, huh?
MARTY JONES: Mm-hmm. Yeah. She ain't too good with pliers, but I love my hook.
I love her.
HORATIO: But the problem, Marty, is that your hook is a potential weapon for
us, so we're going to ask you to relinquish it, please.
MARTY JONES: Now, you know ... he's the first one with a badge to ever ask
nice.
(He reaches into his pocket and sticks a cigarette in his mouth. He looks at
Horatio as he chews, then he smiles. He quickly gets up and takes off his
shirt.)
(He takes the strap of his arm.)
MARTY JONES: Here we go.
(He sighs and puts the prosthesis on the table.)
MARTY JONES: Trade you a hook for a light.
HORATIO: Sorry. I can't do that.
(Marty sits down and looks at Horatio.)
MARTY JONES: So tell me what happened. What's this all about?
HORATIO: Your dive partner's dead.
MARTY JONES: What, Paulie?
YELINA: And then you left town, which makes us think you have something to do
with it.
(He leans back and smiles.)
MARTY JONES: No, no, no. No way. I went off on a fishing trip. I haven't seen
Paulie in a week.
HORATIO: Down to the Keys, I understand. (Horatio shows Marty a photo of the
cigarette butt found on the boat.) This is a photograph of your brand of cigar,
which puts you on Paulie's two-day-old boat. You were there.
MARTY JONES: Yeah. Well. (Horatio puts the photo down.) Paulie called me.
Said he needed to talk. I go over. He keeps beating around the bush. Oh, so,
I ... I go to the head. Had a smoke ... and that's when I heard somebody else
on board.
(Quick flash to: [BATHROOM] Marty finishes up his cigarette and drops it in
the toilet when he hears a door outside open and close. He peers through a
crack in the door.)
(He sees Paul Jackson backing away from someone holding a spear gun.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: Somebody else? Who are we talking about?
MARTY JONES: Mmm. You know ... your people must think I'm a real bastard or
something, keeping quiet, but I didn't want to lose my financing. I mean, I
love Paulie and all, but ... I gotta tell you, I love treasure-hunting more.
YELINA: So how would you lose your financing?
MARTY JONES: Bret Betancourt.
YELINA: Your silent partner. Funds all your treasure dives.
MARTY JONES: And kills my dive partner. He didn't know I saw him kill Paulie.
HORATIO: Okay, but wait. You're saying you witnessed the murder.
MARTY JONES: That's right, and I wasn't about to tell him, either. So I booked
down to the Keys.
HORATIO: Marty, if you witnessed the murder, that means you were definitely
there. Tell me what you think created that void.
(Horatio shows him the photo of the void in the blood pool.)
MARTY JONES: Don't know. Betancourt went down for something, but his body
blocked me. I couldn't see what it was.
(Quick flash of: [BOAT] The killer kneels down and picks up something form the
ground.)
(He turns and Marty gets a look at the killer's face. The killer gets up and
leaves.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: Okay. Well, I think we can all agree that that is a whale of a tail,
Marty. Detective Salas is gonna take some addresses from you now.
YELINA: Home, boat slip, storage units.
MARTY JONES: Not hiding anything. Mi casa es su casa, huh?
HORATIO: Not even treasure?
(Marty suddenly becomes very quiet, looking from Yelina to Horatio. He
chuckles.)
MARTY JONES: You guys found treasure in our quadrant. Is that what this is
really about?
HORATIO: No. This is really about murder.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. OCEAN (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. OCEAN]
(Horatio and his team are back on the ocean.)
(Under the water, divers are looking through the wreckage. The area is
separated by yellow string. Divers pick through the items in the areas.)
(They find a number of gold items that are put into a basket.)
(Back on the boat, the diver puts the basket down on deck in front of Horatio
and Calleigh.)
DIVER: Could be a million dollars' worth of gold.
HORATIO: Is that all of it?
DIVER: No, sir. It'll take another ten trips to get the mother lode, and that's
with the best equipment the Coast Guard has. Two men couldn't get it all, even
in a week.
HORATIO: But our guys got some of it, though.
DIVER: Judging from the disturbance, they got away with a small fortune.
CALLEIGH: Okay, so we've got a marine archeologist and a shipwreck
conservationist on board. What do you think? Is this treasure their find? Or
evidence?
HORATIO: Related to murder, we get first shot.
(Horatio turns and walks away.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - BALLISTICS LAB -- DAY]
(Calleigh pulls back the rubber of the spear gun. She places it against her
shoulder and fires. The spear doesn't make it to the target.)
(Behind her, we see John Hagen watching from the doorway.)
HAGEN: Nice form.
CALLEIGH: Hey.
(Calleigh turns around.)
HAGEN: But weak follow-through.
CALLEIGH: There is absolutely nothing wrong with my follow-through, Detective.
It's this spear gun that lacks tension. It doesn't have enough to make it
through the gel block, let alone the hull.
HAGEN: Try something with punch.
CALLEIGH: How did I ever do my job before I met you?
(Calleigh walks over and picks up the next spear gun she's going to test.)
CALLEIGH: Okay. (She preps the spear gun, pulling back the rubbers.) This one
... has an extra... 120 pounds of thrust. It's compact, but it fires like a
rocket launcher.
(Hagen smiles as he watches her.)
(She lifts the spear gun against her shoulder and fires. The spear hits the gel
block. Calleigh grabs her shoulder.)
CALLEIGH: Oh.
(He steps forward to check her shoulder.)
HAGEN: You okay?
CALLEIGH: Yeah. Oh. That gun had a little bit of a kick to it. Ah, but look
at my gel block. Now, that is a good shot.
(Calleigh smiles.)
HAGEN: Not like it was on the run.
CALLEIGH: Hey. I will make you a deal. You stay out of my office, I'll stay
out of yours.
HAGEN: Okay.
(He steps forward and brushes the hair from her cheek, leaning forward to kiss
her.)
CALLEIGH: Hey, not at work.
(Calleigh steps away from him.)
HAGEN: Aren't you done with your little experiment?
CALLEIGH: You know what? Diminishing my work as a CSI is not going to get you
any points with me.
HAGEN: Well, what will?
CALLEIGH: Leaving. I have to run the numbers on the spear gun.
HAGEN: Okay. I'm gone.
CALLEIGH: Good. Get out.
HAGEN: Fine.
(Hagen leaves.)
CUT TO:
[CU: DIGITAL JOURNAL ENTRIES]
[INT. CSI - LAB - DAY]
(Delko turns to Speedle and smiles.)
DELKO: The Spanish kept better records of the ships that sank than of the ones
that made it.
SPEEDLE: Well, that makes sense. You lose a ship, you lose all that gold.
DELKO: I guess. You lose your gold, you lose your empire, right? They had 46
tons of gold, silver, religious art and jewelry.
SPEEDLE: Over $2 billion. How do you let that sink?
DELKO: They got greedy. Overloaded the ship, left too late in the season ...
got caught in a hurricane. They never had a chance.
(Quick flash of: A CGI hurricane catches the CGI ship in rough waters.)
(Camera zooms in for a close-up of the ship's figurehead.)
(Camera zooms out for a satellite view of the hurricane, then zooms back down
for a view of the ship tilting over in rough waters. The ship sinks. The gold
and the ship's figurehead fall to the bottom of the ocean.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
DELKO: One hurricane buried it, another one cleaned it off.
SPEEDLE: That's one good thing that came out of Andrew.
DELKO: You think finding treasure's a good thing?
SPEEDLE: It's gold. It's a good thing.
DELKO: I don't know. Everything I've seen, treasure only brings trouble to
people.
SPEEDLE: Are you saying that because you never found your little treasure?
DELKO: (chuckles and shakes his head) Look, man, you got anything from the
manifest match the void?
SPEEDLE: I got three possibles. (On the monitor, Speedle puts various items up
to the void in the blood.) The incense tray's the right size. But it's silver;
it would have eroded. Gold wouldn't have, but the ingots didn't match up. I'll
tell you one thing--thatCoastGuard guy was right. Judging from the disturbances
down there, somebody made off with millions.
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. BETANCOURT RESIDENCE -- DAY]
(Gabriela Betancourt walks down the stairs of the opulent living room. On the
wall hangs various large fish. Outside, she sees Horatio and Yelina talking
with her husband, Bret Betancourt.)
[EXT. BETANCOURT RESIDENCE - BACKYARD - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio puts a photo down on the table. Bret Betancourt picks it up and looks
at it. It's a DMV license for:
FLORIA DRIVER LICENSE CLASS D
THE SUNSHINE STATE
LICENSE NUMBER
S233A-325-21-465-0
PAUL JACKSON
816 TROLLEYWAY
FLORIDA, FL. 33135
(He puts the papers down.)
BRET BETANCOURT: Sorry, never met him.
YELINA: Paulie Jackson works for you for five years, and you never met him?
BRET BETANCOURT: Well, he, he never actually worked for me. He worked for
Marty Jones, and I hired Marty.
HORATIO: So you've always been insulated.
BRET BETANCOURT: Potential lawsuits. Indie contracting is the way to go. It's
sad, but, you know, way of the world.
HORATIO: When was the last time you talked to Marty?
(Bret laughs. He turns and Gabriela walks out of the house, joining them.)
BRET BETANCOURT: Captain Hook, huh? Couple of weeks ago, why?
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Can I get our guests anything?
HORATIO: Um ... I don't think so. Thank you.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Shame.
(She turns and heads back into the house.)
HORATIO: Could I, um, could I use your restroom?
(Bret nods toward the house.)
HORATIO: Thank you. (to Yelina) Be right back.
(Horatio stands and heads toward the house.)
BRET BETANCOURT: So, uh, Marty is the real, uh, treasure nut, you know?
[INT. BETANCOURT RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(In the house, Horatio walks up to the wall and looks at the fish. Gabriela
walks up to him.)
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Something you need?
HORATIO: Possibly. These your husband's?
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Mm-hmm. He likes to mount all his trophies.
HORATIO: I bet that makes you feel special, huh?
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Oh, it does.
(Horatio walks away.)
[EXT. BETANCOURT RESIDENCE - BACKYARD - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
YELINA: Mr. Betancourt, do you own a spear gun?
BRET BETANCOURT: I think, uh, I never use it. It's on my boat.
(Horatio joins them.)
YELINA: You mind if I take a look?
(Yelina stands up.)
BRET BETANCOURT: I'm starting to.
HORATIO: Okay, I got an idea. Why don't you lend us the spear gun, and I will
ignore the endangered fish in there.
BRET BETANCOURT: Report the fish. I'll pay the fine. This is crazy. Why, why
would I kill this guy?
HORATIO: How about sunken treasure?
BRET BETANCOURT: (scoffs) Sunken treasure? My, my quadrant, that. Are you
kidding me?
HORATIO: You seem surprised.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Honey! There's a delivery for you.
BRET BETANCOURT: Uh, have them send it around back. Lieutenant, um, unless you
have a warrant, it was really nice to meet you.
HORATIO: Mr. Betancourt, you are about to make an enemy you don't need. Trust
me on that. Detective.
(Horatio turns and leaves. Yelina follows.)
BRET BETANCOURT: Oh, hey, uh, they find any treasure, it's, uh, mine.
(Yelina and Horatio head back to their car.)
YELINA: You notice? Both Marty and Betancourt reacted the same way about the
treasure -- shocked it existed.
(Horatio turns and looks back at the delivery man and his truck. He notices
that the WORLD SEND delivery man is wearing white shoes.)
HORATIO: Like gambling in Casablanca, one of them is lying.
YELINA: What's wrong?
HORATIO: Look at this guy's tennis shoes. They don't match his uniform; they're
too clean.
(Horatio heads back to the house.)
(Cut to: Horatio finds Gabriela Betancourt.)
HORATIO: Mrs. Betancourt, where's the package? The delivery? The package?
Where's the package?
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Well, I, I just gave it to ...
(She turns and looks at Bret carrying the package over to his boat.)
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: (screams) Bret!
(Bret turns and rips the package open.)
(Horatio grabs Gabriela, knocking her to the ground as the package explodes.)
(He helps her up.)
HORATIO: You okay? You okay?
(She nods.)
(They both look over at where Bret is.)
HORATIO: Stay here.
(Horatio goes to check on Bret.)
(Camera holds on Gabriela.)
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI CITY (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. BETANCOURT RESIDENCE - BACKYARD - DAY]
(Investigators and officers examine the backyard. Horatio and Speedle stand in
the middle, watching.)
SPEEDLE: A lot of bang for a letter bomb.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm. Sheet explosive. Flexible, like a pad of paper.
(Quick flash to: The bomb-maker puts the delivery package on the worktable.
End of flash. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: Betancourt probably thought he was getting a contract.
(Alexx kneels down next to the body.)
HORATIO: Yes, but not the kind he was expecting. As soon as he opened that
package ...
(Quick flash to: Betancourt rips open the delivery envelope. End of flash.
Resume to present.)
(Speedle looks around the area.)
SPEEDLE: If Marty did this, I'll find trace amounts of, uh, deep-sea
explosives.
(Horatio heads for Alexx.)
HORATIO: If it's not alive or nailed down, Speed, bag it. Alexx?
(Alexx looks at the handless arm, its wrist a bloodied mess.)
ALEXX: Bomb that size, and all he lost was a hand.
HORATIO: That's not from the shrapnel. It's from a compression wave--air
moving at 900 feet per second.
ALEXX: That kind of force would macerate his internal organs - turn his insides
to jelly ...
(Quick CGI POV of: The bomb explodes. An inner view of the chest cavity and
organs shows it slowly liquefying. End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: ... but leaves the skin untouched. (shakes her head) A million ways to
die.
(Horatio turns and looks at Calleigh, who is writing on a clipboard.)
HORATIO: So I heard you hurt yourself.
(She looks up, surprised.)
CALLEIGH: No. Did Detective Hagen tell you that?
HORATIO: In passing. Are you okay?
CALLEIGH: All right. The exemplar spear gun did give me a run for my money.
HORATIO: Can I see it?
(Calleigh slips her jacket over her right shoulder to show Horatio the large
bruise.)
HORATIO: Ouch. Well, our victim didn't have one of those.
CALLEIGH: Well, then he didn't shoot the spear gun.
HORATIO: So he didn't kill Paul Jackson.
(Horatio turns and looks at Speedle examining a piece of the bomb.)
HORATIO: Speed.
SPEEDLE: Got an action switch. It's pretty sophisticated. It's more than that
meathead Marty could come up with.
HORATIO: So we're dealing with a pro. (to Calleigh and Alexx) Excuse me,
ladies.
(Horatio turns and heads for Gabriela Betancourt.)
HORATIO: Mrs. Betancourt, we'd like to find out who killed your husband.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: A little while ago, you were accusing him of murder.
HORATIO: Well, two things can be true at once. I would also like to take a
look on your yacht.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: (nods) You just saved my life. It's a little difficult
for me to say no.
HORATIO: I'll take that as a yes.
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
[EXT. BETANCOURT'S YACHT - DAY]
(Horatio is holding a spear gun. He turns and looks at Calleigh.)
HOTARIO: Well, it matches your description of the murder weapon. Take a look
at that.
(She takes the spear gun from him and looks at it.)
CALLEIGH: Hmm. Smudgy prints. What do you think, some kind of ink?
HORATIO: It's from sulfides, like from silver coins.
CALLEIGH: Same as our victim, except Betancourt doesn't bother to hide the gun.
HORATIO: You think it's a plant?
CALLEIGH: I don't know. Is Betancourt a good guy?
HORATIO: I wouldn't go that far.
(Calleigh puts the spear gun aside.)
HORATIO: You smell that? That's diesel fuel.
CALLEIGH: Yeah. It's like it's seeping through the floor. Okay, so why would
someone soak a perfectly good yacht with diesel fuel?
HORATIO: To fool the Coast Guard.
CALLEIGH: Drugs.
HORATIO: Yeah, cocaine. The diesel fuel throws off the detectors.
CALLEIGH: Breaks down the molecular structure of the coke. No wonder she
didn't want us on board.
HORATIO: So if Betancourt's funding treasure hunting, to cover drug smuggling,
he doesn't even know they found gold.
CALLEIGH: Do you think she'll talk to us?
HORATIO: Nope, not on your life, but I know where we can get some good
information. Come on.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB -- DAY]
(Horatio and Speedle talk with Jarrod Walker.)
JARROD WALKER: Brought Coast Guard's radar history of this quadrant for the
last three months.
SPEEDLE: We ran the lat and long of our suspect, Betancourt.
The fact that he had a private slip made it real easy to ID his vessel.
JARROD WALKER: Like you thought -- first Monday of every month, Betancourt
would head out to the same zone.
(On the monitors, the blips show Betancourt's route just out of the radar's
range.)
SPEEDLE: Stay out there half a day, head back, like clockwork.
HORATIO: Okay, so what happened to Betancourt's radar image while he was out
there?
JARROD WALKER: Well, radar -- it works by line of sight, so if he's out of our
line of sight ...
HORATIO: He's in a dead zone. (points to the area on the monitor) Right
there. He knew exactly how to exploit the government's weaknesses. Okay. We
know what he did. What did Marty do?
SPEEDLE: Our Captain Hook. Followed the same pattern every day except for one.
HORATIO: The day before the murder.
SPEEDLE: Then his boat disappeared off radar.
HORATIO: Right ... when he should have been looking for shipwrecks, maybe he
stumbled onto Betancourt's coke.
(Quick flash of: [EXT. OCEAN - DAY] Marty and Paul are out on the boat and
they see an aircraft flying overhead drop something into the ocean. They look
at each other, then at the airplane as it flies past. End of flash.)
SPEEDLE: Then he reappears outside of the dead zone. Fifteen minutes later, he
pulls a U-ey and doesn't stay long enough to dive, and not even to drop an
anchor.
HORATIO: Nobody goes that far out to sea just to turn around, do they?
JARROD WALKER: Maybe he picked something up.
HORATIO: Or maybe... he dropped something off.
CUT TO:
[EXT. UNDERWATER -- DAY]
(Delko is diving. He looks around the area and finds something.)
ERIC: (to radio) H, I got something.
INTERCUT WITH:
[EXT. SURFACE - DAY]
(Horatio and the others are on the boat.)
HORATIO: (to radio) Send it up, Eric.
(Delko secures a flotation device to the chest and inflates it. The chest rises
to the surface.)
(On the boat, Horatio opens one of the packages in the bundle. He shows the
powder to Delko.)
HORATIO: White gold.
DELKO: Yeah. It's not just any coke, either. Look at the mark. "100 F."
Javier Cienfuegos.
HORATIO: Javier Cienfuegos. The finest in Colombia, so I guess we know who
letter-bombed our guy. Now, where's the rest of it?
DELKO: We were down there three-quarters of an hour, H. There's nothing else
down there.
HORATIO: Nobody risks a plane and a pilot for 50 keys. Let's find the rest of
it.
CUT TO:
[EXT. -- DAY]
(Horatio talks with Marty Jones.)
HORATIO: The question remains, Marty, did you transfer the rest of the cocaine
to your salvage boat or not?
MARTY JONES: What rest? I didn't take any cocaine from any drop zone.
HORATIO: No, you moved it. And you moved it to make it look like Betancourt
had skimmed from the Colombians so you and Paul would get the treasure.
(Quick flash of: [UNDERWATER] Marty and Paul are picking up the treasure from
the ocean floor. End of flash.)
HORATIO: Until, of course, you put a spear into Paul, right?
MARTY JONES: Look, man, I don't even own a spear gun.
HORATIO: No, you don't, but Betancourt does.
MARTY JONES: I didn't shoot Paulie.
HORATIO: You're lying, Marty.
(He puts his things down and shows Horatio his shoulder.)
MARTY JONES: Here. Go ahead, check me. I bruise easy. Do you see a bruise
there? Nope.
HORATIO: Lift up your shirt.
MARTY JONES: What?
HORATIO: Lift up your shirt, Marty.
HORATIO: Ooh. That's a bruise.
MARTY JONES: Hey, hey, come on. I-I don't even know how to use a spear gun.
HORATIO: No, you don't. You don't know how to use one, and that's why you held
it like a pistol, you and your hook.
(Quick flash of: On the boat, Marty holds the spear gun against his abdomen.
He fires and the spear gun kicks back into him. He grunts with pain.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: And then you snuck back onto Betancourt's boat and replaced it.
(Quick flash of: [EVENING] Marty Jones moves quietly in the night. End of
flash.)
(Marty takes the cigarette out of his mouth and looks at Horatio.)
MARTY JONES: Says who?
(He smiles as he sits down.)
HORATIO: Says who. The miracle of science, Marty. Take a look at that.
Transfer sulfides on the spear gun.
(Quick flash of: [YACHT] As Marty puts the spear gun down, camera zooms in on
the handle and then on Marty's hook. End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Marty chuckles. He looks past Horatio at Yelina standing in the background.)
MARTY JONES: Oh ... hey, officer.
(Horatio turns around; Yelina shakes her head at him.)
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
[EXT. - DAY]
(Horatio and Yelina talk.)
HORATIO: So let me guess ... the state's attorney is refusing to prosecute,
right?
YELINA: I made her case. I told her everything.
HORATIO: And she told you...?
YELINA: That we have no witnesses. Smudges, but no prints and nothing to place
him on the crime scene.
HORATIO: So Paul Jackson is dead, and our friend Marty over there goes free.
(Marty sits on the bench, looks at them and salutes to Horatio.)
HORATIO: For now.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(John Hagen is at reception when the elevator doors behind him open. Calleigh
steps out. She sees him and walks over to him.)
CALLEIGH: Hey.
HAGEN: Hi. (voice low) Your message ran out on my voicemail, but ... I got
the gist.
(Calleigh and Hagen move to the side to continue the conversation.)
CALLEIGH: I just can't believe you told Horatio I was hurt by an experiment.
HAGEN: Relax.
CALLEIGH: I happen to know that "relax" is cop-speak for "shut up." Look, all
I am saying is, please don't tell anybody I am anything less than squared away
on a case. All right?
HAGEN: It was a nothing conversation in the elevator --
CALLEIGH: (interrupts) John?
HAGEN: Loud and clear.
CALLEIGH: Thank you.
(Calleigh turns and leaves. Hagen sighs and rubs his eyes.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB -- DAY]
(Speedle is working on the computer.)
SPEEDLE: Are you a religious man?
HORATIO: After a fashion.
SPEEDLE: I've been looking for an object to fill our void. I got it.
(He finds a cross. He drags and drops the image into the void. It matches
perfectly.)
SPEEDLE: The Cross of Santiago was at the murder scene.
HORATIO: Hmm.
SPEEDLE: It's a beauty.
HORATIO: Probably the one piece Marty held out for his partner to chew on while
he hid the rest of his stash.
SPEEDLE: So Paulie is on his new boat admiring his cross ...
(Quick flashback to: [BOAT] Paulie is admiring the cross, a small satisfied
smile on his face. He picks up his glass and clinks it in toast against the
cross.)
HORATIO: ... and then Captain Hook shows up.
(He looks up and smiles as Marty walks in. He gets up to meet him.)
(Marty shoots Paulie. He walks over to the body and notices the cross in the
blood.)
(End of flashes. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: Marty probably stashed the cross with the rest of his loot, wherever
that is.
HORATIO: Or he sold it. This guy has to get out of our jurisdiction, doesn't
he?
SPEEDLE: You don't think that would raise a lot of flags in Miami fencing?
HORATIO: It might for gold, but the cross is a work of art. He could sell it
on the grey market.
(He brings up an art auction web page.)
SPEEDLE: Yeah. That's the big scam. Art collectors. (He types in his name:
TSPEEDLE.) They never say items were stolen, they say they were found. I'll
get into it. I'll start looking for Internet grey sites.
HORATIO: Keep me posted.
(Horatio leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(Gabriela Betancourt waits in the hallway. Horatio walks up to her.)
HORATIO: Mrs. Betancourt.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: I didn't know where else to go. My husband ... I'm
worried that I could be in danger, too.
(Horatio turns and sees Yelina walk up to reception. She turns and looks at
him.)
HORATIO: Well, I think Cienfuegos has made his point, so for the time being,
you are safe ... unless there's something you're not telling me.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: I always believed that Bret was a salvager.
HORATIO: Go on.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Legally, he was ... a salvager, Lieutenant.
HORATIO: So let me get this straight. You are here for the treasure.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: By rights, it is mine as my husband's widow.
HORATIO: Mrs. Betancourt, if you go down this road, the DEA will label you an
accomplice, seize your assets and throw you in federal prison for drug
smuggling.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: I never smuggled a thing.
HORATIO: No, but you benefited from it.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Well, it's not like I have savings. Bret handled all our
money.
HORATIO: My advice to you is to put your house on the market, move to Palm
Springs or Arizona or anywhere where it is landlocked.
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: You ever get out to Palm Springs, Lieutenant Caine?
HORATIO: Only on business. Will there be anything else?
GABRIELA BETANCOURT: Apparently not.
(Gabriela turns and leaves. She walks past Yelina, who turns and joins
Horatio.)
HORATIO: Insistent lady.
YELINA: "Lady"?
HORATIO: Mm-hmm. How're we doing?
YELINA: Well, I checked the storage unit Marty rented at the pier. Found
coconuts -- hundreds of them. No treasure.
HORATIO: So he's playing with us. You okay?
YELINA: (too quickly, too cheerfully) Oh, I'm good. Yeah.
(But he sees through it.)
HORATIO: Yelina.
YELINA: I'm not sleeping really well since the bomb.
HORATIO: Hmm. Old memories. (She nods and smiles a little.) What?
YELINA: I'm just glad you're a bomb expert.
HORATIO: Hmm.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB -- DAY]
(Back in the lab, Speedle's computer beeps. He looks up just as Calleigh walks
into the lab.)
CALLEIGH: I heard you're bidding on the Cross of Santiago.
SPEEDLE: I'm trying to. I can't get into this art site.
(She glances at her PDA. It shows a page for WALDERSON'S with the Cross of
Santiago on it.)
CALLEIGH: I got in on the old PDA. The Cross of Santiago could've been ours
yesterday for a mere $80,000.
SPEEDLE: Somebody bought it?
CUT TO:
[EXT. KENSINGTON ESTATES -- DAY]
(Calleigh and Speedle talk with the buyer, Vivian Kensington.)
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: The Zaragoza was my last one. Now I have an artifact from
every Florida shipwreck of the 1600s.
SPEEDLE: Congratulations; two men dead, all so you can have a matching set.
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: It's their deaths that give the art its value. Sailors
carrying treasures across oceans, through centuries ... it's a sacred calling to
be an art collector.
CALLEIGH: Ma'am, I'm afraid to tell you your Cross of Santiago is now our
evidence.
(They head inside the building.)
(Inside the building, a worker is cleaning the Cross of Santiago, spraying a
liquid on it and brushing it over the surface. Vivian Kensington leads Calleigh
and Speedle into the workroom.)
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: Here it is, right over here.
(Calleigh sees what the worker is doing to the cross.)
CALLEIGH: Wait a minute. What are you doing? What is he doing?
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: Oh, it's just a mild acid solution.
CALLEIGH: That cross is part of a murder investigation, and what he's doing is
tampering with evidence.
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: So, that accounts for those little smatterings of blood.
SPEEDLE: You just destroyed any fingerprints the killer might have left.
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: Well, I had no idea. I'm terribly sorry.
SPEEDLE: Yeah, sure you are. You know what? We're going to need to take that
from you, anyway.
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: Oh, no, you don't. This cross is mine until you youngsters
bring me a warrant from a sitting judge.
SPEEDLE: Is that the sacred part you were talking about there, Vivian?
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: You must be a Yankee.
SPEEDLE: Yeah, I'm from Jamaica, Queens.
CALLEIGH: (interrupts) He's doing his best to serve the great State of
Florida, Mrs. Kensington. He's a bit of a rebel himself. So, if it wouldn't be
too much trouble, would you mind if we got the name of the person who sold you
the artifact?
VIVIAN KENSINGTON: Well, I might just be able to find that information for you
somewhere.
CALLEIGH: Thank you.
(Rolling his eyes, Speedle nods.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]
(Delko is in the lab cleaning some of the findings from the dive when Calleigh
walks in.)
CALLEIGH: Hey, I found out who sold the cross.
DELKO: That's great. What's the name?
CALLEIGH: There wasn't a name. It's just a company. The check was made out to
Lost Penelope Salvage.
ERIC: "Penelope"?
CALLEIGH: You recognize it?
(He sighs.)
ERIC: Yeah.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY -- DAY]
(Christine walks through the hallway toward the lab, looking for Delko. She
finds Delko talking with an officer.)
CHRISTINE: (smiles) Hey. Hi.
(Delko doesn't smile.)
DELKO: Hi.
CHRISTINE: Well ... something tells me you didn't ask me here to go diving, did
you?
DELKO: No, I didn't.
CHRISTINE: State was going to get its 80%--just retroactively. Everybody'd do
okay.
DELKO: Including you, right?
CHRISTINE: I had the online auction account. My reputation. Marty was just
going to give me a kickback for selling the cross.
DELKO: I hope the bonus is worth some jail time.
CHRISTINE: Do you know how hard it is to survive on a government paycheck?
ERIC: Yes, I do.
CHRISTINE: It was found money, Eric. Who gets hurt?
ERIC: How about Paul Jackson with a spear gun in his chest?
CHRISTINE: I had nothing to do with that. That wasn't me. Nothing.
ERIC: By law you do, Christine.
CHRISTINE: What?
(Delko turns and motions to the officer. The officer steps forward.)
CHRISTINE: (panicking) No. No! Oh, my God! Oh, my God. What can I do to
fix this? Wha ... ?
DELKO: I don't know. Maybe you can cut a deal for yourself and shave off some
time. Let's go.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(Yelina and Horatio interview Marty Jones.)
MARTY JONES: Hey, what can I say? Her word against mine. And she defrauded
the State. What prosecutor is going to go for that?
HORATIO: You know, Marty ... you're absolutely right.
MARTY JONES: You know what I like about him? Grace in defeat. Yeah, try as we
might, can't all be winners.
HORATIO: I hope you're not under the impression that you've won something.
MARTY JONES: Well, tell you what, I am walking out of here. Me and my hook are
going down to claim what you guys tried to steal from my quadrant.
HORATIO: Flag on the play, Marty. We have arrested the wreck of the Zaragoza.
MARTY JONES: You can't. She's mine.
YELINA: As of an hour ago, she belongs to the State University Marine Center.
You'll never see a penny.
MARTY JONES: Sorry. I'm the one who found her, and I have a lease with the
State.
HORATIO: Which became null and void the minute you sold the cross.
(Marty sighs.)
MARTY JONES: Okay, no big deal.
HORATIO: "No big deal." Why? Because you have your stash on the side?
YELINA: Let's see how far you get with that angry Colombian out there. You
think he hasn't heard you tampered with his cocaine? And if he hasn't, I'm sure
Betancourt's widow will let him know.
HORATIO: Marty, don't accept any registered mail.
MARTY JONES: You trying to scare me so I'll give it up?
HORATIO: I'm not. I'm trying to save your life.
MARTY JONES: I like my odds out there.
HORATIO: (nods) You're making a mistake, Marty.
MARTY JONES: (shrugs) I've made them before.
HORATIO: Mmm. I hope it's not your last.
(Horatio and Yelina leave the room.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. OCEAN (STOCK) - DAY]
(A boat sails out on the ocean away from the city.)
[EXT. MIAMI BEACH (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. BEACH -- DAY]
(Yelina joins Horatio out on the beach.)
YELINA: Always standing guard.
HORATIO: Well, there's all kinds of pirates out there.
YELINA: What would you do if you found a treasure?
HORATIO: What would you do?
YELINA: Me? Wear better jewelry.
(She laughs.)
YELINA: I don't know-- travel. See the world. Get Ray Jr. into private
school. But you didn't answer my question.
HORATIO: Hmm?
YELINA: If you found a treasure, what would you do?
(Horatio's phone rings.)
HORATIO: Hang on a second. (to phone) Horatio. Where are you?
CUT TO:
[EXT. OCEAN - DAY]
(A Coast Guard vessel moves along the water.)
(On the boat, Horatio lifts the binoculars and looks through it. The boat
continues until it reads another two vessels.)
[INT. MARTY'S BOAT - CABIN - DAY]
(Horatio and US Coast Guard Jarrod Walker enter the cabin.)
HORATIO: When did they find it?
JARROD WALKER: Hour ago, sir. Throttle was wide open. Nobody's seen the
owner.
HORATIO: Looks like Marty was doing a little celebrating.
(He looks around the cabin and sees some blood on the furniture.)
HORATIO: Uh-oh.
(He lifts the captain's hat and finds the tip of Marty's hook on the table. It
appears to be sawed off.)
HORATIO: Well, I bet they didn't ask nicely.
JARROD WALKER: Who?
HORATIO: The Colombians. Well, we've got a dying pirate either running for his
life or running for his treasure. Let's open this and figure it out.
(Horatio opens the chest and finds it filled with Spanish gold.)
HORATIO: So, it was his treasure.
JARROD WALKER: How'd the Colombians miss that?
HORATIO: They didn't. They didn't know about it. They were too busy being
focused on him messing with theirs.
JARROD WALKER: Lieutenant?
HORATIO: Uh-huh.
JARROD WALKER: Should I call off my divers?
HORATIO: Mmm. Why don't you do that. Let's let the tides find this one.
(Horatio puts his sunglasses on.)
DISSOLVE TO:
(TOP VIEW DOWN: Camera pulls back from the boat on the water.)
VARIOUS DISSOLVES OF:
(Close-up of: The tag on the morgue cabinet reads:
PAUL JACKSON
(case number) 03-42936
(file no.) 62379BP
09/19/2003
(Alexx shuts the morgue cabinet door closed.)
DISSOLVE TO:
(Close-up of: Christine has her hands hand-cuffed behind her back as an officer
leads her down the hallway. She turns and looks over her shoulder back at
Delko.)
(The elevator doors close.)
CUT TO:
(Vivian Kensington polishes her newest acquisition. She admires the Cross of
Santiago.)
CUT TO:
(In the ballistics firing range, Calleigh turns around and sees John Hagen
standing outside. He walks inside holding a blue ice pack.)
(He puts it down on the countertop. They share a look and a smile as he leaves.
Calleigh picks up the ice pack and holds it against her bruised shoulder.)
DISSOLVE TO:
(Camera moves quick and low along the ocean surface.)
CUT TO:
[UNDERWATER]
(Near the ocean floor, Marty Jones' body falls in and out of camera frame.)
DISSOLVE TO:
[SUNSET]
(Horatio stands on the beach and watches the sun over the ocean.)
FADE TO BLACK.
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THE END
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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
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CSI: MIAMI
2X02: DEAD ZONE
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 09/29/2003
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
HOLT McCALLANY as Det. John Hagen
ROBIN THOMAS as Bret Betancourt
TAMARA CRAIG THOMAS as Christine
DOROTHY LYMAN as Vivian Kensington
BRIAN POTH as Tyler Jensen
and
MICHAEL ROOKER as Marty Jones
Music Composed by: GRAEME REVELL
Edited by JOHN REFOUA, A.C.E.
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: MICHAEL OSTROWSKI
Directed by: JOE CHAPPELLE
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END CREDITS
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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
KIERAN CAMPION as Jarrod Walker
SANDRA McCOY as Allyson
BRIDGETTE WILSON as Gabriela Betancourt
EDDIE DIAZ as Delivery Man
ANTONIO RUFINO as Drag Queen
Line Producer: DON TARDINO
Associate Producer: SCOTT LAUTANEN
Casting by: NAN DUTTON SELLS
Original Casting by: ROBERT ULRICH, C.S.A., ERIC DAWSON, C.S.A., CAROL KRITZER,
C.S.A.
Executive Story Editor: MIKE OSTROWSKI
Story Editors: ILDY MODROVICH
Story Editors: LAURENCE WALSH
Unit Production Manager: ROBERT ROTHBARD
First Assistant Director: SAM HILL
Second Assistant Directors: ANDY SPILKOMAN / 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 / RYAN MCDOWELL
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: JEFF ZUCKER
Key Make-Up Artist: PEGGY TEAGUE
Key Hairstylist: LANA SHARPE
Camera Operator: MARCIS COLE
2ND 2ND Assistant Director: ANYA ADAMS
Location Manager: MAC GORDON
Costume Supervisor: KATHY KANN
Transportation Coordinator: TIM RYAN
2ND Unit: ERIC MIRICH
Associate Producer: CORINNE MARRINAN
Stunt Coordinator: TIM TRELLA
Colorist: GARETH COOK
Supervising Sound Editor: MATTHEW SAWELSON
Music Supervisor: JASON ALEXANDER
Assistant Editor: EDWARD R. ABROMS
Post Production Supervisor: MICKIE REUSTER
Loop Group: THE REEL TEAM
Dialogue Editor: TODD NIESEN
ADR Editor: RUTH ADELMAN
Sound Effects Editor: BRAD KATONA
Re-Recording Mixers: YURI REESE / BILL SMITH
Music Editor: ASHLEY REVELL
Visual Effects Supervisors: MARC LEIDY / LARRY DETWILER
Digital Effects by STARGATE DIGITAL
Computer Playback and Graphics by E=MC2
High Definition Post Production by ENCORE
Film Laboratories by FOTOKEM
Post Production Sound Provided by TODD STUDIOS
Filmed at EL SEGUNDO STUDIOS
"Won't Get Fooled Again"
by Pete Townshend
Performed by The Who
The persons and events portrayed in this film are fictitious. Any similarity to
actual persons, living or dead, or any events is unintentional.
(c) 2003 CBS Worldwide Inc., and Alliance Atlantis Productions, Inc. All Rights
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