CSI: Miami s09e15 Episode Script

(woman sobs) (booming footsteps) (door crashes shut) How long do you think until he comes back? I don't know.
Not long.
(sobbing continues) I think I almost Oh, God! Come on.
You can do this.
You can do this.
Almost got my hands.
Good.
Good.
I've almost got it.
Good.
Oh! Do you think he heard us? I don't (whispering): I think we're okay.
(sobbing): I think we're okay.
I just want to see my husband.
Ooh.
I got it.
I got it.
Oh, God.
I got it.
Oh (murmuring) (excited murmurs) Oh, my God.
Please.
Please.
How do we get out of here? (sobbing) Wait, wait, wait! Grab that crate and pull it over here.
Okay.
Okay.
Let's Okay.
Okay.
Go, go, go, go.
(crate crashes) (footstep booms) Quiet! Shh! Don't make any noise.
Oh, my God.
(murmuring) (murmuring) I got it.
(gasping) Come on.
Oh, my Come on.
Hurry.
No.
(Shrieks) No! (shrieks): No! Oh, G! (sobs) (screams) Oh! No! (muffled grunting) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! (screams) What's going on? Huh? (stifled screams) You running from something? Yeah.
There's a man.
A man took us.
(cell phone rings) DISPATCHER: 911.
(stifled moans) MAN: Yeah, some lady's being held hostage by my house! (stifled moan) (crash) (breathing heavily) (door crashes) SWAT OFFICER: Lieutenant, right this way.
I thought this was a rescue operation.
Yeah, so did we.
That was the initial call from dispatch.
We must have missed him by a few minutes.
And that was all that was needed.
(moaning) Yeah! We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no! (indistinct police radio transmission) It's all locked up.
All right.
Let's wrap it up inside.
And let's move that out of there (camera shutter clicks) (indistinct police radio transmission) BOA VISTA: Wonder how long he kept these women down here in this hurricane shelter.
Well, let's hope our surviving victim can tell us, when she's released from the hospital.
Looks like she was bound with her own belt and clothing.
Okay.
Natalia, what's that? Let's see.
Look at this.
Doesn't have any dust on it, like the rest of the things.
So it was placed here recently.
Ether.
Duct tape got pliers, a tarp Otherwise known as a kill kit.
Yeah.
We must've interrupted him.
That's why he left it here.
LOMAN: Cause of death: asphyxiation.
Strangled with her own bra.
So we have a weapon of opportunity.
Lieutenant this doesn't look like the typical defensive wound.
How do you mean? Well, her fingernail is pried off.
(muffled sobbing) Natalia Don't we have pliers in that trunk? Yeah, we do.
So, she was tortured.
(indistinct police radio transmission) Hey, Tripp! TRIPP: Yo! What do you got? Do you know if this house is for sale? Talked to the friendly neighbor.
He said the guy that lived in here got foreclosed on and evicted last month.
The guy sure left behind a lot of stuff.
Think he came back for it, and then some? I don't know.
Looks like our killer used the keys out of this lock box to get in.
I'll contact the bank in charge.
Have them send the records our way.
Thanks, Tripp.
Is this her? So this is our survivor? Michelle Baldwin? Yeah.
It says here the forensic nurse had to give her fentanyl so she could administer the sexual assault exam.
Wow.
What was the result? No DNA was recovered.
Her attacker was careful.
He wore a condom.
Okay.
BOA VISTA: Michelle? Yeah.
Hi.
I'm Natalia Boa Vista.
This is Ryan Wolfe.
Did you catch him? Uh, no.
We have not caught him yet.
But we're hoping your memories can help us track him down.
My-my mind is just really scrambled up right now, I don't That's very normal with trauma.
So, don't worry, we're going to help you try to sort all this out.
Okay.
Michelle, do you remember how long you were in that hurricane shelter for? Yes.
Just since last night.
But the other girl, Bridgette she told me that she had been down there for days.
Did Bridgette ever tell you her last name? Walsh; Bridgette Walsh.
She wasn't married, but she had a dog.
She had a Labrador named Belle.
She kept saying she was really worried about the dog.
I should go check on Belle.
I should go make sure she's got you know, food and water, and Well, I-I promise you we'll make sure that Belle is okay.
But let's just focus on you right now.
I-I think the best thing that you could do for Bridgette would be to try to share as much of your story with us as you can.
WOLFE: Uh, Michelle, I was wondering if you could remember any physical characteristics of the person who put you in that storm shelter.
I was blindfolded.
I mean, I I know.
I wish that there was another way.
There I do.
Okay.
Well, he was strong.
He was really strong.
I know that much.
I just felt so I just, I felt so small.
(sniffles) BOA VISTA: Okay, Mi No! Don't! Don't.
It's okay.
It's all right.
Look, don't worry.
Don't worry.
You're safe here with us, I promise you, you are safe here now.
I should've let Bridgette go out the window first.
She should've been the first to go.
Michelle, nothing that happened in that hurricane shelter was your fault, or had anything to do with you.
MAN: Michelle! Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.
BOA VISTA: Mr.
Baldwin? MAN: Yeah.
Dennis.
I was in Tallahassee, on business last night.
(sobs) Started to worry when she didn't check in.
You know what? I thought that you were watching TV, and fallen asleep.
Just please take me home.
Mr.
Baldwin, we'd like to ask your wife a few more questions, if that's all right.
I can't.
I just can't.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
'Cause I have to go home.
It's okay.
Why don't we do this then? How about if we set up a session with one of our therapists, for later? All right.
That's fine.
Let's go.
Okay.
Okay, let's go.
How'd it go with Michelle Baldwin? (sighs) Well that poor woman has got a whole lot of work ahead of her.
She's traumatized, and she's got survivor guilt on top of that.
You learn anything in this business, it's that people are resilient.
So she'll bounce back.
Yeah.
What do you have there? Is that the information on the foreclosure of the house? Yeah.
Miami United owns the property.
They haven't heard a peep from the ex-owner.
Apparently, he was happy to walk away from the mortgage.
Who had access to the lock box? Guy who was in charge of the case for the bank, Hugh Parker.
(police radio transmission) Yes, I will call the office.
Oh, Mr.
Parker, um, this is the notice of default you asked me for.
Oh, Kayla.
I told you.
Francis Street.
This is Harrington.
Oh.
I'm-I'm sorry.
I could have sworn that you said "Harrington.
" Well, I didn't, okay? Have someone at the office get the right one for me.
Quickly.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
The owners need it in hand by noon.
Hugh Parker? Hugh Parker? Yeah.
Yeah.
I got a call about a crime at this property? We need to talk to you alone, please.
Go.
Go.
SIMMONS: Mr.
Parker, somebody accessed your lock box, entered the home, and killed a woman here.
Officers, you have to understand, I'm supervising 73 properties.
I can't meet every broker that wants to show one.
What? Do you just give them the code? Yeah.
Exactly.
Seems to me anybody could call and pretend to be a real estate agent.
Mr.
Parker, who called on the Oak Street? Dozens of people.
But I'm sure Kayla didn't keep track.
Her record-keeping leaves a lot to be desired.
Yeah.
I didn't think you hired her for record-keeping.
Where were you this morning, Mr.
Parker? I went to the office early.
Logged some time in the archive room, looking for loan docs.
Can anyone confirm that? Yeah.
Kayla was there.
She saw me.
How convenient.
You know, I'm sure Kayla can confirm just about whatever you tell her to confirm, right? (footfalls approaching) The trunk came up totally empty for prints.
What about its contents? These rags and duct tape are about as generic as they come.
Available at any hardware store in Miami.
Yeah.
I'm not having much luck, either.
Uh Bridgette Walsh was last seen outside her gym about a week ago.
And I can't find any connection between her and Michelle.
Well, isn't Michelle a yoga instructor? Did she work at Bridgette's gym? That's actually a pretty good theory, but no, they're from different sides of town and they don't have any friends in common.
Well, there's got to be something.
We need to take this guy off the street.
Ah? Oh.
Hello.
What is that? Appears to be a piece of a wing, possibly a butterfly.
Do you know what species? By eyeballing it? I'm not that good.
All righty.
No, not that one.
(typing) There, that one.
Looks like the same design.
Cyclargus thomasi bethunebakeri.
More commonly known as the Miami Blue.
According to this, found only in Fort Sherman State Park.
(dog barking in distance) MAN: Over here! Did you find anything? (dog continues barking) Look over here! (dog continues barking) MAN: Come on, let's go! Let's go! Let's go, let's go! Hey, H? You're gonna want to see this.
Someone was planning a private burial.
You think this was made for Bridgette and Michelle? I do.
H, Michelle got away, and he never got a chance to drag Bridgette here.
Look at this vegetation.
There's someone else buried here.
So Bridgette wasn't his first victim.
No.
We're dealing with a serial killer.
(camera shutter clicks) (shutter clicks) (shutter clicks) LOMAN: Her extremities have been bound with clothing, like before.
The killer used the victim's own bra to strangle her.
Just like Bridgette Walsh? (muffled grunt) Hey, Tom.
Look at how Ryan's holding his shovel.
WOLFE: Hey, Tom.
Also make a note of how Ryan's doing all the shoveling by himself.
BOA VISTA: I mean, look how he's holding it.
He's got his hand all the way to the very end for leverage.
So? Now look at this.
The shovel we found at the gravesite.
The muddy handprints on this shovel are focused at this end, near the spade.
How I would hold it.
A girl.
A woman dug that grave.
WOLFE: He made his first victim dig her own grave.
(distant, distorted scream fades away) We got an I.
D.
on that girl from the grave.
Allison Caldwell, 26.
Reported missing two weeks ago from the restaurant where she was a waitress.
She's also got the same signature missing fingernail as the other victims.
Maybe it wasn't a torture device like we thought.
Maybe the killer was taking a memento, something to revisit the murder.
I don't understand why this time he had two victims at once.
Probably was trying to stave off depression.
What do you mean? Serial killers experience a high, followed by a low when they realize they no longer have anyone to toy with.
So he kidnaps his second victim while his first victim's still alive in the shelter? Yeah.
Okay, well, maybe we can stop that pattern.
Look at this.
What'd you find? DNA.
In the form of a pubic hair.
Let's see if we can find out who this belongs to.
Art Gelway.
Yeah.
Table 19.
Uh, wh-what's this about? Allison Caldwell.
We found her body this morning.
What? She's dead? Yeah, she's dead.
And she was also a waitress here.
We found your DNA on her that suggests the two of you had an intimate relationship.
And it turns out that you have a record.
Statutory rape.
Years ago.
All right? The result of me turning 18 before my high school girlfriend and her father being a jerk.
That's Tricia.
We've been together for over a year now.
But you've been with Allison, too? Yes.
Okay? A few weeks back, we, uh, you know, split a bottle of cab.
(both panting) Wait.
What about Tricia? What she doesn't know won't kill her.
(laughs) One thing led to another, you know So you were cheating on your girlfriend? Once, okay? It was a mistake.
CAINE: It also provided you with motive, Art.
You were afraid Allison would tell Tricia.
Where were you this morning? Here.
Prepping this bar for the lunchtime rush.
You the only one? Yeah, so? How many guys you think it takes? WOLFE: So another girl named Bridgette Walsh got killed this morning.
And we think it was the same guy that killed Allison Caldwell.
CAINE: Mr.
Wolfe, weren't those the containers from the crime scene? We do a lot of takeout business.
I'm gonna need the receipts for the last month.
SIMMONS: This man's a bartender at the Ale House.
He look familiar? According to the receipts, you got food there last night.
Is that the guy? Is he the one that that grabbed me? CAINE: One of the other victims was a waitress who worked there.
Her name was Allison Caldwell.
SIMMONS: We found her body buried at Fort Sherman State Park.
I remember I walked out of the restaurant, and I I had the food in my hand, and I went down the alleyway and And then someone came someone came up behind me and and and grabbed me by my by my hair.
And the force was was so much that the food got on-on the ground, and And then, there was this cloth that he put over my mouth.
It-It tasted horrible, and.
.
I couldn't breathe.
SIMMONS: Yeah, that was the ether that knocked you unconscious.
Yeah, that makes sense, because then, I remember everything just got Everything went black.
And then, when I woke up, I was in the shelter, and I had the blindfold.
And No, no, no.
No, no, that's okay.
(phone buzzing) It's okay.
You're home now, all right? Okay? Is-Is that gonna be all for now? CAINE: Yeah, I think we have enough.
Thank you very much for your help.
Yeah, that's all right.
(siren blaring) Our missing woman is Wendy Gibson.
She works here at the flower shop.
Any idea when she was taken? Yeah, about an hour ago.
Witness heard her scream, and saw the car drive off.
Patrol found this ether rag.
CAINE: Same MO as Michelle.
SIMMONS: Wow.
She was taken in broad daylight.
This guy is getting bolder.
I think you mean "they.
" What? Witness didn't see any faces, but said there was a man and a woman in the car.
A man and a woman.
So we're looking for a couple.
Hey, this is kind of extreme, isn't it? Murder and kidnapping? It's about as extreme as you can get, dumbass.
What?! We know about the one-way train tickets to Atlanta.
What were you running for? CAINE: If Wendy Gibson is still alive, I can prevent you from receiving a lethal injection.
Wait.
Wendy who? TRIPP: Stop it.
We ran your prints.
You're going by the name Tricia Quimby, but your real name's Tricia Jackson.
You and a male accomplice took a robbery charge two years ago in Arizona.
And you came down to Miami to select a new partner.
No.
Actually, I've been clean, okay? I'm trying to start over, do things right this time.
If Wendy Gibson is not alive, you're both going to regret it.
Kidnapped suspects are in custody, but we're still looking for the whereabouts of the victim.
Name Wendy Gibson, African-American female (camera shutter clicking) (garbled radio transmission) (garbled radio transmission) Hey, Tripp? What do you got? You said Wendy Gibson worked here, right? Yeah, sales manager.
Why? She must have dropped these when she was kidnapped.
Along with those flowers.
Yeah, but check this out.
There's some of that fake grass.
See it? Yeah, but this place is an all-natural, all-green, Earth Day kind of place.
Exactly, so maybe one of our killers tracked it over here.
(yelling) The blades from the floral shop are polypropylene and nylon.
Dyed to mimic Kentucky Blue Grass.
So I'm guessing the exact chemical composition and color vary among manufacturers, right? Yes.
And I was able to trace these back to a factory in Houston.
The sales department should be sending me a list of all the local contractors they sold to.
Oh, and here it is.
If we can find out which homes they've sold the grass to recently, we might have a lead.
Time to start making some phone calls.
Hey, nice work, Molly.
Hey, check for bank-seized homes.
The women this morning-- they were held in foreclosed homes.
(door squeaks open) (sighs) (panting) CAINE: Wendy? Wendy Gibson.
No, please.
Please don't hurt me, please.
It's all right, sweetheart.
We're the police.
I'm just gonna turn you over slowly.
Easy.
Easy, easy.
(crying) Hey.
Wendy, are you hurt? I don't know where they went.
I was I was drugged with something, but I-I think I heard them MAN (distorted): Tie her up Tie her up She has to die.
WOMAN (distorted): She asked for it.
(echoing): She brought this on herself.
MAN: Whatever it takes whatever it takes to protect us.
(indistinct chatter) But when I woke up, I was blindfolded.
SIMMONS: Don't worry.
It's okay.
We got 'em both about an hour ago.
No.
No, no, no, that's not possible.
What do you mean? They only left a few minutes ago.
I think you scared them away.
They were just here.
(crying) (elevator bell dings) Horatio? Mm-hmm.
Wendy can't positively ID Art or Tricia.
Have you followed up with the house, Frank? Owners defaulted on their mortgage.
Miami United owns it now.
And guess who's in charge of the foreclosure? Hugh Parker.
Yup.
Is that the same guy who had access to the house this morning? Yeah.
He and his secretary could be covering for each other.
Bring them in, please.
What if they deny it? Talk to the survivor.
So, you killed Allison Caldwell and Bridgette Walsh.
(scoffs) I'm not gonna sit here and listen to these accusations.
Sit down.
You're not going anywhere.
Michelle? Natalia Boa Vista, MDPD.
We found these, uh, in your office.
That's just part of a game we play.
Is this part of the game? TRIPP: Kayla, was there any other games he had you participate in? Like what? Do you mind? I don't know, like ending the lives of two women and abducting two others.
Hey.
I'm sorry, I haven't made that therapist appointment yet.
I just haven't really felt up to it.
That's okay, but I do really need your help, and I was wondering if you could look at one more picture for me.
It'll only take a minute.
Thanks.
Horatio.
So I, uh, I processed Wendy Gibson's bindings and I found this, but this is too light to be Wendy's and too long to be a man's.
Could it be from the accomplice? You know what? Let's run it for Kayla Hammond.
Got it.
You think I'm a murderer, too? We're looking for a couple.
(typing) Mr.
Parker wasn't in the file room that morning like he said he was.
Kayla.
TRIPP: Oh, really? Well, where the hell was he? He was at my place, just like he is every morning.
Okay.
There you have it.
I'm banging my secretary, but I didn't kill anyone.
Can we go now? DELKO: No, you can't go.
The two of you are the only ones with access to both houses where the victims were held.
And your only alibi is still each other.
MICHELLE: What did you say this guy's name was again? Hugh Parker.
Does he look familiar? I'm sorry, I I really don't know.
Maybe.
I mean, didn't you say you were looking for someone named Art last time? Are you any closer at all to finding this killer? How many more victims are going to? Oh, I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
(Michelle sighs) Uh, this is weird.
The hair DNA matches a control sample.
But we only did rape kits on the victims.
Apparently not.
Natalia.
We're out of paper towels.
I'll be right back.
Hold on, I'll be right there.
(woman screaming) What the hell do you think you're doing, huh? Baby, baby, get in here.
Babe, I caught her sniffing around.
Oh.
What do we do? If we get arrested, they're going to separate us.
We have to get rid of her.
That's really not a good idea.
Why don't you just put the gun down? We can totally talk this through.
I'd actually like to understand what happened.
Was, was he cheating on you with these women? Of course not, but he would have.
Dennis has a very powerful sexual aura.
Mm-hmm, it's hard work keeping a marriage together.
Mm-hmm, like that waitress.
Here you go.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
Um, I'm actually on the fence here.
What do you recommend, Allison? I would recommend this one, and this one's my favorite right here.
DENNIS: This one's good right here? Mm-hmm, yeah, that's a really good one.
Okay.
She was trying to lure him away, but we didn't let her.
(muffled whimpering) ALLISON: No.
(muffled scream) She can't hurt you anymore, baby.
I love you so much, baby.
(laughs) So, what was the whole escape thing about? Why-- was that part of the plan? Were you just supposed to run around the back of the house? (both laugh) The escape was the best part.
You can do it.
You can do it, you can do it.
I've almost got it now.
Oh, come on.
I've almost got it.
You can do it, you can do it.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
(sobbing) Come on, come on.
(sobbing) Take your belt off.
Take your belt off right! (muffled screaming) Turn around.
When those women fixate on Dennis, they get this look in their eyes, this hopeful look, hopeful that he'll date them, hopeful that he'll call them, that he'll touch them and in those moments when those same women think they're going to escape, they get that same hopeful look in their eyes, except this time they're looking at me.
Yeah, come on, yeah.
You got it, you got it, come on.
Come on No! Please-- aah, no, no! (screaming) (sobbing): No, no! And I know it's the very last time they will ever look that way again.
CAINE: The very last.
(gunshot, Michelle screams) No, no! (sobbing) Oh, my God, no, no! (gasps) (sighs) MICHELLE (over speaker): I told you about that already.
That was Allison; She was our server.
Don't you remember? Talk about a couple of crazies.
Felt like they needed to kill those women to save their marriage? It's kind of ironic.
I mean, the relationship that Dennis was protecting was exactly the thing that was making him sick.
What do you mean? I mean, Michelle's the dominant in the relationship.
Dennis was basically crazy by proxy.
So you're saying insanity is contagious? Yeah, in some instances.
It's called folie à deux-- madness shared by two.
It's a psychiatric syndrome where delusional, violent behavior is transferred from one individual to another-- a codependency to the nth degree.
Oftentimes when you separate the pair, the secondary regains their sanity.
Well, I can tell you this-- if I did what that man did, I don't think I'd want my sanity back.
BOA VISTA: Michelle, there are ten fingernails in this box.
I told you Dennis has a very powerful aura.
CAINE: We want the names of every single one of those women.
(laughs) What does it matter what their names are? They're dead.
(laughs) It's not about them.
They're not even here.
Michelle who left you? Who was it? Everyone.
(chuckles) They all left me.