CSI: Miami Episode Scripts

N/A - Sinner Takes All

The lady's raise is yours to match, Mr.
Paxton.
Mr.
Huntsman raises $50,000.
Lady will now call, raise or fold? All in.
Pot is now two million.
Players will now show their cards.
The lady wins the pot- full house, aces high.
You got to be kidding me.
Who invited her? Was it you? Suspect description, same as the Bal Harbor robbery, H- devil mask, a TEC-9 automatic.
So it's him again, isn't it, Walter? Yup.
Makes it, what, ten big games that he's hit so far? Wonder how much he got away with this time.
One, maybe two million? Huh.
All right, so, the chandelier must have gotten hit when the robber opened fire.
Dropped on this poor bastard who picked the wrong seat, crushing him to death.
Maybe not, Walter.
That's a bullet hole.
Look at that.
Sure is.
Glass from the broken chandelier bulbs inside the wound means that he was shot before the chandelier fell on him.
Collateral damage from the shooting.
Guy's never shot anybody before, H.
He's making mistakes.
Yes, he is, Walter.
And we all pay for our mistakes.
Yeah! We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no! So tell me how this guy smashed through that window.
It's tempered glass, at least a half-inch thick.
You're right.
That's odd.
I'm going to take this evidence back with me to the P.
D.
Thank you.
Hey, Tom, what have you got? Meet Benjamin Paxton, one of Hollywood's biggest movie producers.
Hmm.
Is there something wrong? The wound to his neck is the gunshot exit wound, not the entrance.
Where's the entrance? Tom, there's some blood here.
Wait, there's an entrance wound here, above his hip, but it appears it's the only one on his body.
Wait a minute, you're telling me that it came into his hip and went out through his neck? How is that possible? I think it rode the subway.
Meaning it ricocheted off his hip bone into his abdominal aorta and hitched a ride up into his heart, then passed along his clavicle before it exited out his trapezius muscle.
Wow.
It's fascinating.
So, where did the subway bullet end up? Sadly, that is not my department.
Ah Samantha Owens? How goes it, teddy bear? Good, how about you? What are you doing here? The sun's still out.
I scratched and clawed to get off nights, and here I am, day-shifting.
Yeah, I don't miss graveyard much either.
How about you? You miss me? Uh not really, no.
Liar.
What's with the box on my desk? Your desk? Wow, okay, that was quick.
This- I collected all this from the crime scene.
I need you to look it over.
Heard somebody jumped through a window or something crazy.
Yeah, yeah, in the past, this guy just marched in to rob some poker games, but now he's making Cliffhanger moves.
Ah, sounds like he's evolving.
Yeah.
Loose bills, cards, a flask.
Uh, what exactly should I be looking for? Anything and everything, Sam O.
Right.
All right, everybody, listen up.
You're interfering with a police investigation, so just back off.
Did somebody die? I said back off.
Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles, the rapper.
Stay there.
Hey, come here a second.
You hurt? Yeah, I got clipped upstairs.
Tom, come here a second.
Take a look.
Hey, man, hurry up before paparazzi sees me like this, hurry up.
Want to tell me how you just now figured out you got shot? Likely from a rush of adrenaline.
The effect made his body oblivious to the wound.
Oh, what are you? Hey, thanks a lot for your help.
All right, hold on a second.
Let's go get you bandaged up, and then we're gonna take a little trip downtown.
Let's go.
Hey, Tom.
I got a bullet for you down here.
That's impossible.
I just finished bagging the last of the 30 bullets that our robber fired.
That would give us one nine-millimeter too many.
Well, you're the expert, but it looks to me like a.
45.
I just retrieved it out of one of the players.
Really? Tom, if you've got a.
45, I think that's our subway bullet.
Are you implying it exited Benjamin Paxton's neck and struck another person? I'm not implying; I think that's true.
Come on, the only thing you're gonna find in my pockets is my lawyer's business card.
What are you guys looking for, anyway? A.
45 automatic.
Sorry, I only use guns in my movies.
Mr.
Hollywood's clean, H.
What, you're arresting me- on what charge? For illegal gambling.
You're kidding.
I'll be out by lunch.
Ma'am, could I see inside your bag, please? It's not what it looks like.
That is exactly what it looks like.
You're under arrest.
A producer, a rapper, a movie star, and now you- a housewife.
I don't understand.
Look, I-I was at an illegal poker game, I'll admit that, but I didn't shoot anyone.
But why have a gun? Because I was waiting for him.
You were waiting for the thief.
Mm-hmm.
Six months ago he robbed a game that my son Kevin was playing at.
Kevin tried to stop him, and the thief hit him over the back of the head with his gun, and it caused a hemorrhage and Kevin almost died.
I remember the case.
Kevin really was such a brilliant kid, and I'm not just saying this 'cause I'm his mother.
I mean, he was going to medical school in the fall.
So, you were at the game for revenge.
Yeah.
Kevin wasn't even a gambler.
After his dad passed away, he was kind of lost, and I think he just started gambling to cope with it.
How is he doing now? His issues come and go.
He's in therapy, but he still suffers from memory loss and confusion.
Okay.
How did you get invited into the game? Joey Ranzone.
He operated the games that Kevin used to play.
So I contacted him.
My big games are A-listers only.
Why should I let some Miami Lakes housewife have a seat at one of my tables? That's why.
You gonna give me the address now, or what? I can be persuaded.
Took out a second mortgage on my home.
And then, before I knew it, I was playing every high-stakes poker game there was.
Just waiting for the thief to return.
Yeah.
I know it sounds stupid, but what else could I do? You could have called the police.
That's what I would have done.
Wolfe, give me what you got.
You find anything on that glass? No blood on the glass which means the robber didn't cut himself coming through the window.
It's tempered glass- for high-rises.
So Tarzan comes swinging in, he collides with this glass- it should have pancaked him, right? Exactly, which is why I switched my search from looking for biologicals to looking for some sign of tampering.
Here.
What do you think that means? It's got a groove on it.
Right.
This one here.
Another groove.
Huh.
Well, it's not from the manufacturer.
And it's deep, too- at least a quarter of the way through.
That would compromise the strength of the glass.
Which means it was done from the inside.
Which also confirms that our robber was working with a partner.
Not a lot of materials that could cut glass this deep.
No.
A diamond, maybe.
Then again, ceramic can cut up glass pretty good, too.
Did you just say ceramic? Yep.
These are ceramic frames, just like I thought.
Oh, they're all scratched up.
That happen when you were scoring the windows for the robber? Please.
Yeah, well, see, we talked to your ex-publicist, and she said you're in the hole for $400,000 from playing poker.
Where I come from, that's chump change.
Where I come from, that's motive.
So you rob the game, you take the cash, you pay off your debt.
That's a good plan.
Except I'm on the verge of signing my next big movie.
Was going to pay off the debt with that.
Do you guys seriously think I would throw away my entire career over some poker money? No, but do you know what I do seriously think? You're a really bad actor, and you're not going to be able to lie your way through this.
Well, until you can prove that, me and my glasses will be on set.
Yeah, except they give us probable cause, so you and your glasses are going to have to sit down.
Ballistics came back negative.
She didn't shoot anybody.
She's telling the truth, and the shooter is still out there.
Question is, why didn't someone see a shooter with a.
45 kill Paxton? So there's one way to find out.
Okay, based on our recovered casings, our robber shot his TEC-9 from there.
And he left a void.
Shot to the left and the right above the table.
He hit the door.
Yeah.
He didn't even come close to hitting Paxton, let alone the table.
So he was just trying to scare people.
Yeah, that confirms that our robber with the TEC-9 didn't shoot him.
It means there was a second shooter in the room who shot him with a.
45.
The question is, where was he in the room? Originally, we thought that Paxton was sitting at the table and he turned to shield himself.
Right, he turned away from the robber coming through the window.
But he couldn't have been shot from that angle because the wound is too low.
The table would have shattered.
What if he was facing straight ahead? Well, then that would mean that the.
45 that hit him came from across the room.
Now, look at that.
We got marks.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Hey, Ryan, this vent is bent.
I will bet you anything that our shooter put his gun through it.
Perfect line of sight.
Easy shot for somebody who knows what they're doing.
Yep.
It's positive for GSR.
Okay, that confirms our shooter was up there.
One robber breaks in through the window, lights up the room, just as our guy in the vent is taking a shot.
Then it exited through one victim and into Isaiah Stiles's arm.
But why would he shoot at Paxton? It's not like he's a threat.
So that no one would know he was a target.
Ryan, this was an assassination.
Walter, check this out.
The robbers weren't there just to get the money.
They were there to kill Ben Paxton, too.
Really? Yeah.
What do you got? I analyzed the playing cards from the poker game, and I found something.
Take a look at this.
It has a combination of tumeric and rubbing alcohol on it, which, when combined, creates Fluorescent ink? Right.
Which is the same ink used by the government to mark bills.
But it's invisible to the naked eye, so Every face card was marked with it.
Okay, somebody was cheating at the poker game.
And if it was Paxton, that might be why somebody wanted him dead.
Hmm.
Could be.
Now, if somebody was marking the cards with special ink, how'd they do it without being seen? By being very, very sly, boys.
See, I found traces of ink both in this glass and flask, and also on the drinking straw.
Okay, so the cheater poured the ink from the flask into the glass by pretending it was alcohol And then used the straw to mark the cards with the ink.
Okay, so they marked the cards.
But like I said, it's invisible to the naked eye, so how'd they see it? There was no big UV light hanging in the hotel room.
By using lenses that enhance UV.
Natalia.
I checked Jason Huntsman's glasses, and they don't have the UV-enhancing lenses.
He was the only player with glasses.
Right, but take a look at Evelyn Bowers' booking photo.
Take a look at her license photo.
Yeah? Notice something about the eyes? Brown eyes in the license photo.
And the booking photo- they're blue.
That could only mean one thing.
Evelyn, on your driver's license, you have brown eyes.
So why are your eyes blue now? You can help yourself here.
Fine.
Joey's games just kept getting bigger and bigger.
Cheating was the only way I could afford to stay in them.
So you had to win to keep playing.
By marking the face cards.
And those contacts allowed you to see the marks.
I didn't know what else to do.
The man who ruined my son's life was out there walking free.
He had to pay.
Okay, but that's not up to you.
I can't sleep at night.
I have these nightmares about what this man did to my baby.
I just want the nightmares to end.
Okay, so contact the hotel manager and find out why an armed man had access to those vents.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
Yes, sir.
Can I help you? Um I'm here, um, to post bail for my mom.
Okay, your mom's name is? Evelyn Bowers.
I- I would've been here earlier, but I had to bum a ride.
Okay.
All right, um, have a seat.
I'll be right back.
All right? Okay.
All right.
Mrs.
Bowers, your son is here to post bail.
Kevin? That's impossible.
Why do you say that? I told him to stay home.
He's a kid; he doesn't have any money.
I mean, he just, he gets confused a lot after his injury.
Okay.
What are you planning to do? I don't know.
I'll figure something out.
But in the meantime, he needs to get home till I can get out of here.
What if I were to give him a ride? You would do that? Sure.
Sit tight.
Thanks.
It's locked.
You got a key? Yeah, yeah, I think, I think so.
Sometimes sequences get out of order and, you know gets all jumbled up in my head.
Thanks.
You know, it's just hard to keep track.
Notes help.
My mom.
She's good to me.
Kevin, where's the furniture? My mom sold it.
Well, most of it.
She's in trouble, isn't she? I hope not.
I got your text.
What's up? Okay, I've been going over these photos that Ryan took in the air vent at the hotel.
Mm-hmm.
That's where the second shooter was, yeah.
You got anything? Well, you see that imprint of the triangle? It turns out, it's blood.
That's great.
We get a DNA hit? No, so I sent it over to Trace and it popped positive for titanium.
That's weird, right? Maybe not, right? The naturally occurring oxide from titanium is titanium dioxide, which, when it's in pigment form, is titanium Titanium white.
Which is used in the application of tattoos.
Are you thinking this is from a freshly-inked tattoo? I'm thinking that when our shooter might have pressed up against the vent, it left an imprint.
Who gets a tattoo of a triangle? People are getting tattoos altered and added to all the time these days.
So you're thinking the triangle could have been added to a preexisting tat? Yeah, or around an old one.
It would explain the void that's there.
We got to figure out what the original image is.
That looks like an H.
Or some symbol.
We've been adding tattoos to booking photos.
Let me input this and see if something comes up.
Okay, this guy is in jail, but that's the gang tattoo of the Hialeah Kings.
Yeah, well, I think I know someone that knows a bit about that and could possibly help us with the second shooter.
Thanks.
Hmm.
Each triangle represents a job done- robbery, arson, you name it.
Far as I'm concerned, they can tattoo "born to lose" on their forehead.
Have you arrested any of them recently? Uh, yeah.
A few last month for a home invasion- petty stuff.
Anybody in there sophisticated enough to pull off this morning's job? Maybe.
There is a guy that specializes in high-end jobs.
We've watched him once before.
His name's Carl Raines.
Carl Raines? Yeah.
All right, thanks.
This is Carl Raine" last known address.
Wait a minute.
Hey, got a visual on our suspect.
That's him.
Got a visual on our suspect.
He's headed for that truck.
He's headed for that truck.
You got him? Where's your partner? Where's your partner?! Why'd you kill Benjamin Paxton? Was was paid.
Paid by who? Hey! Hey! Hey! He's gone.
Damn it! You heard him.
Hired to kill Ben Paxton.
Maybe we'll find something in here that'll tell us what Carl couldn't while he was still breathing.
I got a bunch of trash, a bunch of fast food wrappers.
You? Yeah, I got something right here, actually.
In the crack of the seat.
It's a thumb drive.
Let's see what we've got.
Okay, looks like we got about a dozen files, all audio tracks.
Uh.
Wait, how come no lyrics? Oh, wow, these must be the raw instrumentals.
These are never released to the public.
Usually only the artists have access to these.
Isaiah Stiles just got released on bail; he's our rapper.
Can we link him to this? Maybe so.
Let me pull up a music recognition database.
I'll have the computer run it against its own catalog, see if we get anything that pops.
Turn it up a little bit.
Ah! We got an exact match to Stiles' latest album.
We just linked him to our shooter, Carl Raines.
Time to bring Stiles back in.
The only people with access to these instrumentals are you and Carl Raines.
Why'd you hire Raines to kill Paxton? You got me sitting here 'cause of Carl? Really? We know he was involved in that robbery this morning.
So give it up, Stiles.
How you know him? He used to work for me.
A'ight, he was my bodyguard up until a couple weeks ago.
Why? Why'd he used to work for you? Why'd you get rid of him? He jacked those tracks from my house, so I fired his ass.
Then he goes, he tries to blackmail me.
You believe it? He tries to blackmail me.
Why am I here, Carl? I want 500K or I sell these beats before your album drops.
I ain't paying you a nickel, you pathetic little bitch.
See, I've got friends that'll put you six feet under if I say go.
Are you threatening me? Not if you send some cash my way.
I think I got a better idea, Carl.
A better idea.
So you know what I do? I leaked the album on the Internet the next day.
Making his tracks worthless.
That's pretty clever.
Maybe not.
All I know is that if Carl was involved, that explains this bullet in my arm.
No.
Our evidence indicates he was there to kill Benjamin Paxton, not you.
Really? How you know he wasn't aiming for me and just missed? How How you know that for sure? I know that it doesn't matter.
Because Carl's dead.
I shot him.
You wanted to see me? I heard one of the thieves got killed.
Was it him? Was it the man who hurt my son? We believe it was his partner.
So this guy's still out there? I noticed you haven't posted bail yet.
Well, I tried.
All my bank accounts have been cleared out.
Who else had access to that account? Ten K.
Just like you said.
Kev, buddy, we've been over this.
It's 50K, not ten.
I'm so- I'm sorry.
I- I thought you said ten.
You want to get in next week, you better bring me another envelope.
But I cleared my mom's bank accounts.
That's the last of her money.
That's my problem how? Charming.
Joseph Ranzone.
We've been looking for you, Joey.
Turn around.
Aw, what the hell is this? Illegal card games, stealing money from a kid- does that ring a bell? Go inside, Kevin.
So, you're taking advantage of the kid, letting him back in games.
He's in no condition to be gambling.
You're going to give him back every dime today.
I was just messing with him.
I wasn't going to keep it.
You ever been to jail? Hey, no sweat, all right? Pump the brakes.
What if I told you something about this morning's game? I think you better.
There was another player at the game that wanted Paxton there.
And who was that? The rapper, Isaiah Stiles.
He called me nonstop for two weeks about making sure Paxton was at the game.
I got a question.
Why would a rapper want to kill a movie producer? How should I know? I was just trying to get him to the game.
Fold.
My man.
You came through for me.
Favors aren't free, all right? Here.
Does that clear my balance? I take cash only, hip-hop.
What'd you get for it? He offered a diamond.
A real flashy piece.
You got it on you? Do I look like a pawn shop? Cash only.
You can prove this, of course? Yeah, I got half a dozen rants on my voice mail.
Check it, Frank.
It's all here.
The guy was relentless.
Joseph, you don't know relentless.
This is harassment.
You have absolutely no right to drag me back in here.
Okay, why don't you have a seat? My man Stiles.
Hey, listen to this.
Yo, Joey, it's Stiles again.
Listen, I know you've been ducking my calls, so let me remind you.
Work your magic.
Make sure Paxton's at that game and I'll make it worth your while, okay? Was that you? Kind of proves that you made sure Paxton was at a game where he was murdered.
All it proves is that I wanted him at the game.
Ooh-wee, you are shining, Stiles.
Man, ooh, need some shades.
You mind if we take a look at your rings? Why? It's the same rings I had on earlier.
All day? All day.
You know what, just-just let her have a look then.
Just a look.
Just a little peek.
Thank you.
Hey.
Oh, what, y'all do appraisals now? You got jokes.
This one's clean.
Like me.
Well, see, now that's weird.
This one's not.
This one has glass particles all over it.
Which proves that you scored the glass at the hotel to help the robber.
You lied to me.
You organized that robbery.
You ordered the murder of Benjamin Paxton, didn't you? Didn't you?! You know what? What?! You set up the robbery and the murder.
No, you know what? Paxton got exactly what he deserved after what he did to me.
Okay? The man hires me as the lead role in his movie, City Streets.
I made the soundtrack off my own dime- my own dime! And then out of the blue, out of nowhere, he goes and fires me right before filming.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey! My agent called me, said you replaced me with some British actor or something? What's up, man? Yeah, I'm going in a different direction.
Different This was my movie, my franchise.
Your franchise? Yeah, I already blew half a mil of my own cash prepping a soundtrack, doing Hey, whose fault is that? You want the truth? Huh? You never had the real edge I was looking for.
Word got out about what he said.
Doors started shutting.
My label dropped me.
Fans turned on me.
All you got in this town is your rep.
That's it.
And Paxton took mine from me.
So you wanted to take everything from him.
What the hell you think? I called some old friends, yeah.
They pointed me to the guy that was hitting those poker games around town, so I told him about today's poker game.
I told him about the pot.
He says he wants in, I said I wanted a cut.
And you helped him by scoring the glass.
That way he could come in shooting, distract everyone and then his partner Carl Raines could shoot Paxton.
Now see, you got it all wrong, sweetheart.
I thought you were smart cops.
You see, he never even knew my boy Carl was in the vent.
They weren't partners? No.
You double-crossed the robber.
You set the robber up to take the fall for Paxton's murder.
Ta-da.
It's like they do it in the movies.
You set somebody else up to take the fall.
You know, Paxton would have appreciated the irony.
Yeah, well, this isn't a movie.
So give it up, snitch.
I want a name right now for the robber.
Or else what? Or else I'll damage more than your little reputation.
You got it? Alonzo Santoya.
Put your hands where I can see them, brother.
Get 'em up.
Turn around slowly.
You got to be kidding me.
Horatio, he was at the crime scene this morning.
Turn around.
All right, everybody back off.
You're interfering with an investigation.
Somebody die? Hey, I said back off.
Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles, the rapper.
Best place to hide- in plain sight.
Apparently not, Alonzo.
Stiles set me up.
Made it look like I hit that producer.
I didn't hurt anyone; I never have.
Kevin Bowers.
What, am I supposed to know that name? You should know his name because you took his whole life from him.
Take him, Frank.
Let's go.
You are pathetic! I hope you We got it from here, all right? We'll take care of it.
Go home, Mrs.
Bowers.
Go home.
Is this where you rough me up, chief? You know, that's really going to be up to you.
I want you to give that kid back every dime.
I don't do business that way.
You heard what I said.
Every dime.
Kevin, baby, is that you? I told you not to slam the door.
It's all here.
What is all this? It's all the money I lost- your money.
Second mortgage.
How did you do this? I'm sorry for all this, Mom.
I just hope that this can make it right.
Oh, God, baby.
You don't have to apologize.
I love you, no matter what.
You always remember that, okay?