Horatio: I know, he's after me. Using Kyle to draw me in.
Rick: Well, you got to give me more to go on here, Horatio. Do you have proof he has Kyle?
Horatio: Not yet, but I'm working on it. I thought you had an tag on Saris.
Rick: We do! Look as far as I know his nose is clean. There's no reason he woul...
Horatio: Rick! This man hates me and Julia Winston. Now he has my son!
Rick: Horatio, how can you be sure Saris really has...
Horatio: Rick! Stop insulting my intelligence. We both know Saris is dangerous.
Ron: Did I hear my name? (Horatio and Rick turned) Red! How's it going? (Horatio walks up to Ron, gets almost nose to nose)
Horatio: Where is he? (Trying not to throttle him)
Rick: Horatio, let me handle this please! (Horatio smiles at the thought of Rick handling anything correctly) Saris, did you have anything to do with the disappearance of Kyle Harman?
Ron: What?! Kyle's missing? What a shame. (Horatio, for the first time, loses his cool and lunges at Ron) Hey! Hey! Red! You're not suppose to attack law abiding citizens.
Horatio: (Being held back by Eric, who came just in time) If you harmed a hair on my son...
Ron: Ah, ah, Red! Be careful with your threats. I have two witnesses that can hear you this time!
Rick: Seriously, Saris. Did you have anything to do with the boy's disapp..
Ron: Look, last I heard, Kyle went to Orlando with some friends. At least that's what Julia told me. You know Red, you should really check on her. She don't look so hot up there in the loony bin. (Looking at Horatio with a smirk)
Horatio: (With real hatred in his eyes) Why don't you tell Rick about the phone call?
Rick: What phone call? (Turning to look at Ron)
Ron: What?! That? That was a joke. What you can't take a joke now? (Horatio was turning fire red) Heh, heh! Come on Red loosen up some. (Eric can feel Horatio wanting to get at Ron)
Eric: Get the hell out of here Saris! NOW! (Turning to Rick) You're not needed here either Stetler! (Rick taken aback at Eric's boldness, stays silent and leaves) H, what the hell was that?
Horatio: (Finally calm) Saris has Kyle.
Eric: Where?
Horatio: I'm not sure. I could barely hear Kyle over the background noise when he called me. I gave my phone chip to Tyler to see what he could come up with.
Eric: What can I do?
Horatio: Check on his progress for me. I need to speak with Julia. Keep me posted.
Eric: You got it, H.
Horatio: Hey. How's ah... How's Cal?
Eric: Getting stronger. I'll let her know you asked.
Horatio: Please do.



Julia: You know, I can always recognize your footsteps, Horatio. (Looking at a picture on the wall)
Horatio: How are you feeling?
Julia: Some days great. Some not so great. (Finally turning to face him) What brings you here?
Horatio: Julia, have you had any visitors lately?
Julia: Our son came to see me about a week ago. He's growing up without me. I missed so much of his life already. (She starts to cry)
Horatio: Julia...Julia we want you to get better, so that you can be a part of his life.
Julia: I know. (Wiping her tears) Did you let him go on already? He was really excited about it. (Staring back at the picture)
Horatio: Go? Go where exactly?
Julia: He didn't mention it to you? His trip to Orlando?
Horatio: No. He neglected to mention that. When was he supposed to leave?
Julia: (She paused, then spoke) Sunday. Yes, he was to leave Sunday. Don't be hard on him Horatio. He's enjoying himself.
Horatio: What about Ron Saris?
Julia: (She looks at him blankly) What about him?
Horatio: Has he been here?
Julia: You know he was.
Horatio: What did he say? Did he threaten you?
Julia: You know Ron, and his way with words. Told me I deserve to be in here. It was my punishment for betraying him.
Ron: You see, you and Horatio really did a number on me. Thought he could do better by you than me! Huh? Now look at cha', locked up like a mad dog. I really cared about you Julia! I really did you know. I hope you rot in here. I hope I'm your last thought before you completely go loony. Good riddance. (He walks out)
Horatio: Is that all he said? (Holding his shades)
Julia: That was enough. He left after that. Why? Why are you asking about Ron anyway?
Horatio: Some things he and I need to get straight.
Julia: Like what exactly?
Horatio: I...I don't want you to focus on that. I would...like you to focus more on getting better. Okay (Kisses her on the forehead)


Frank: Holy crap! (Staring at the condition of the body) Where wasn't this guy stabbed?
Ryan: Looks like a crime of passion. Wouldn't you say, Alexx?
Alexx: Most likely. There's more than 30 wounds here just by looking. I'll know more when I get'em to post. Here's his I.D. (Handing it to Frank)
Frank: The I.D says Robert Calhoun, San Bernadina,CA. Wonder what he was doing here in Miami?
Ryan: Visiting, moving, vacationing? Could be either one.
Alexx: (Examining the body for other injuries) Didn't plan on coming here and gettin' killed, did cha' baby?
Ryan: (Noticing something in the victim's hand) Alexx? What is that in his hand? (She grabs his hand)
Alexx: I don't know. Looks like a piece of fabric. (She places it in Ryan's evidence envelope)
Ryan: I'll get it to trace.
Frank: Hey, Ryan. (Pointing at a trail leading out the side door) Whoever was involved, left in a hurry. Found pieces of clothing from here to the backyard. That's not all. (Pointing at the door panel)
Ryan: Blood. (Starts to collect it) Could belong to the killer.
Frank: Stab your target, cut yourself.
Ryan: No signs of a break in. Think he had a key?
Alexx: I didn't find any keys on him.
Frank: So, how did he get in?
Ryan: Somebody had to have let him in. (Looking over at the victim)



Eric: How can you get the conversation off the phone if it wasn't recorded?
Tyler: Technically it was recorded. Horatio's phone is on a contract. The company keeps track of all received and sent calls including the ones that are recordable.
Eric: I didn't know that. I thought it was against the law.
Tyler: Depending on the company.
Eric: So we can get the recorded conversation H had within the last 12 hours?
Tyler: Yes we can. (As Tyler extracts what they need, Eric notices a familiar sound)
Eric: I know that sound!
Tyler: Sounds like a ship.
Eric: It's not but I know what it is and it's docked at Lakeside Marina. (Gets on his phone) Thanks Tyler. Yeah H? I got a location.

Calleigh: Hi Dad! I'm fine. Hoping to go home soon. (Kenwall looking at his daughter with sad eyes) What's wrong?
Kenwall: Honey, I can't help but feel responsible for you being in here somehow.
Calleigh: Dad's that's insane! You didn't shoot me! (Smiling at her Father)
Kenwall: I should've tried hard with you Pumpkin. (Shaking his head)
Calleigh: Oh Dad! You're being silly.
Kenwall: No, no! I never wanted this police business thing for you. You should have been a lawyer like your Mama and me.
Calleigh: Dad, you know why I became a criminalist. I love my job.
Kenwall: Even at the expense of your life? You've been kidnapped, hospitalized, shot! I mean, what next?
Jake: She's a lot tougher than she looks, this one. (Standing in the doorway)
Calleigh: Jake? What ah! Are you doing here? (Running a hand down her hair)
Jake: I heard what happened, I came as soon as I could.
Kenwall: I'm sorry. Who are you?
Calleigh: Oh! Dad. This is Jake Berkeley. Jake, this is my Father, Kenwall Duquesne.
Kenwall: How are you son? (Shaking hands)
Jake: Fine Sir. Good to meet you. (There was an awkward silence)
Kenwall: Okay, I best be off now. (Turns to Calleigh and gives her a kiss) Be back to check on you later pumpkin. Nice meeting you...Jake right?
Jake: Yes. Yes, nice meeting you too Sir. (Kenwall finally leaves the room)
Calleigh: I thought you were in hiding? What happened? (She said in a dry tone)
Jake: Well, let's say I'm not worried about the gang coming after me anymore. How are you feeling?
Calleigh: Getting by I guess.
Jake: So, other than getting by. How's everything else?
Calleigh: Everything, such as?
Jake: Are you seeing anyone?
Calleigh: Subtle! (He shrugs his shoulders) Not to be rude, but that's really none of your business.
Jake: Ouch! I thought we were still friends.
Calleigh: We are. It's just my love life isn't up for discussion. (She said matter-of-factly)
Jake: Do I know him? (She looks at him)
Calleigh: I don't enjoy repeating myself Mr. Berkeley. (Smirking at him)
Jake: Okay, okay! I get it. Off limits. So what happened?
Calleigh: Believe it or not, I was shot in this very hospital. (She said jokingly) Jake where have you been?
Jake: Back undercover. The Colombian drug trade. Took down the leader about a week ago. I just got back.
Calleigh: Oscar De Beila! (He raised an eyebrow) I keep up on my current events.
Jake: I'm just glad you're okay.


Frank: Come to find out, the home belongs to his Ex-Wife. Cynthia Calhoun-Richardson. Re-married five years after their divorce.
Ryan: Does it say who the new husband is?
Frank: Yeah. Charles Constantine Richardson. That name sound familiar?
Natalia: (Walking in with Ryan's test results) It should! He's the head of the fashion house, The Red Constantine.
Ryan: The multimillionaire designer?
Natalia: The one and only.
Frank: According to this report, she's been married six times.
Natalia: Let me guess, they were all wealthy men! (Crossing her arms)
Frank: Yeah, that's right. No divorces on any of them. A real estate agent, some big shot lawyer, a Senator! Says Richardson is husband number seven. So she's a gold digger?
Ryan: These other husbands, any live here in Miami?
Frank: Not in Miami or anywhere else for that matter. She's a widow.
Ryan: Wait! Are you saying all of her husbands are dead?!
Frank: As a doornail. Three by suicide, one of supposedly "natural" causes, one by unexplained circumstances. The list goes on.
Natalia: Unexplained circumstances? That sounds fishy.
Frank: Well, they couldn't pin it on her, because she was out of the country one month before he died.
Ryan: Doesn't mean she didn't do it! We could be dealing with a black widow.
Frank: Okay. Say she is offing the hubbies for money. This one she divorced. Why kill him now?
Natalia: True. With her being married, alimony was out of the question.
Ryan: Unless money's not the reason he's dead!





Horatio: Eric, break left. I'm going right. (As they reached the middle deck of the boat, Horatio notices something) Eric. Look at this please.
Eric: Looks like a tire tread.
Horatio: On a boat?! That is strange. Look into that.
Eric: Looks like Saris moved Kyle somewhere else. H? You might want to see this.
Horatio: (Recognized it immediately) It's Kyle's St. Anthony. He knows Eric. Kyle knows I'm looking for him.
Eric: The necklace proves he was here. Too bad it can't tell us where he's going next.
Horatio: Maybe those tire treads can.
Eric: H? I found blood. I'll get it to Natalia. We'll find him H!
Horatio: That's a definite!



Ron: Your Daddy is searching high and low for you! (Kyle screams through the gag on his mouth) Ah Shut up! You know this is all your Daddy's fault. He messed up everything. I'm going to kill him. BUUTT! Not before he sees you and your crazy tramp of a Mother bite it first! (Kyle continues to scream) How am I to get your loony mom out of the loony bin? You say? Easy! I would tell you kid, but you don't look too trustworthy to me! (Again Kyle's trying to speak) Okay! I can't understand you! Here. Let me help you. (He kicks the kid in the stomach) NOW! SHUT THE HELL UP WHEN I'M TALKING!! I swear you kids today are so d**n disrespectful. (Wincing from the pain in his gut, Kyle is trying to leave another clue for his Dad, in case Ron moves him again) Now where was I...




Cynthia: Why am I here? (She said in a airy I'm better than you tone)
Ryan: Mrs. Calhoun-Richardson, we fou...
Cynthia: It's just Richardson. I dropped the Calhoun.
Ryan: Okay, Mrs. Richardson. We found your Ex-husband Robert in one of your homes...
Cynthia: I knew he would try to get me by coming to my home. If you caught him breaking in, then I want to press charges! (Crossing her hands and poking her nose in the air)
Ryan: When's the last time you spoke with your Ex-husband?
Cynthia: One week ago. He wanted me to re-marry him. Hah! Like I would!
Frank: Well, you won't have to worry about that now since he's dead! (She looked appalled at Frank, then turned to Ryan)
Cynthia: What is this man talking about? Robert's not dead.
Ryan: I'm afraid he is dead, Mrs. Richardson. (She puts her hand to on her chest) Where were you last night?
Cynthia: Oh my God! (She starts to tear up) I...I was...With my husband at a fashion fund raiser. I was there until it ended. At eleven. What happened to him? How did he...Die?
Frank: He was murdered. Stabbed to death, we found him on your living room floor. Can you explain that?
Cynthia: What?! No that's impossible!
Frank: Sorry to disappoint you!
Ryan: Mrs. Richardson? How did your Ex-husband end up dead in your house?
Cynthia: I don't know! (Frank and Ryan not truly convinced) Surely you don't think I had something to do with this?
Frank: Did he have a key to your home?
Cynthia: No! Of course not!
Ryan: He didn't break in. Someone had to let him in.
Cynthia: I didn't let him in and I didn't kill him!
Frank: No one said you killed him.
Cynthia: That's what you're implying! (Stares at Frank as if he slapped her)
Ryan: Mrs. Richardson, you know anyone who would want to hurt Robert?
Cynthia: Well, he was an avid gambler. I'm sure he owed plenty of people.
Frank: Anyone stand out in particular? (Cynthia pondered a minute, then spoke)
Cynthia: Yes, "Snap" Ortega. He was Robert's bookie. (Ryan and Frank both looked at each other)
Frank: Snap? Is that his real name?
Cynthia: I don't think so. Robert said people called him that because, if your short or unable to pay, he'd snap!
Ryan: Have you ever come in contact with this Ortega?
Cynthia: God no! I wanted nothing to do with any of that. One of the main reasons why I divorced Robert in the first place. He was breaking us with his excessive gambling.
Frank: Robert wasn't as rich as many of your previous husbands, why did you marry him?
Cynthia: Not that it's any of your business! Robert was my first. We were great in the beginning. I wanted better. He wanted to gamble. If we are finished, I'd like to leave now.
Ryan: Of course, Mrs. Richardson. You're free to leave.
Frank: We'll be in touch, so don't leave town! (She turned and scowled at Frank)
Ryan: You really have a way with the ladies, Frank! (Smirking)
Frank: Whatever.


Eric: Jake? What are you doing here?
Jake: I was about to ask you the same thing.
Eric: Visiting Calleigh. (Jake looked Eric up and down)
Jake: Wow! That's...That's just amazing! (Laughing and shaking his head)
Eric: (Not at all amused) What's so funny?
Jake: In a bit of a hurry, aren't you? She's not going anywhere.
Eric: If you're done. I'd like to get pass, see my co-worker, please.
Jake: Co-worker! Really! Is that what they call it now? (He said cynically)
Eric: Look, Jake. I don't know what you're getting at, but I'd like to visit Cal for a moment. If you don't mind.
Jake: Cal?! I didn't know she liked to be called Cal.
Eric: (Getting annoyed) Maybe, just not by you. (Jake grabs Eric's arm as he's about to open Calleigh's door)
Jake: I don't think I like what's going on here.
Eric: (Not looking up) Take your hand off me, Jake. Or I'll do something you really won't like. (Jake paused, but removed his hand)
Jake: Okay! I'll leave for now! (Eric walks into Calleigh's room)
Calleigh: Hey! How's everything going with Horatio? Any news on Kyle?
Eric: Why was Jake here? (Calleigh's eyebrows raised)
Calleigh: He was visiting. (Notices Eric getting agitated) Eric, don't get upset. You know what Jake and I had is in the past.
Eric: He doesn't seem think so!
Calleigh: Eric. You know I love you and no one's going to come between us. Okay? (He smirks a bit) Now fill me in!





Snap: (Beating a woman severely on the ground) When (kick) you (punch) owe (punch) me money... (Ryan and Frank draw their weapons)
Frank: FREEZE ORTEGA! STEP AWAY! NOW!
Ryan: MA'AM, CAN YOU GET UP AND COME THIS WAY PLEASE! (The injured woman dragged herself toward Ryan)
Snap: What?! Is this a raid? That B**ch owes me money. I was just asking for it back!
Frank: Well your way of asking is felonious assault, Jackass. Turn around. Your under arrest.
Snap: Take it easy man! I'm fragile!
Frank: You have the right to remain silent, so shut the hell up!





Snap: HEY! THIS CHAIR AIN'T COMFY ENOUGH FOR ME! GET ME ANOTHER ONE! (He chucks it at the glass doors)
Ryan: HEY! (He grabs Ortega, slams him face down on the table) I can add a charge of destruction of property to the list A**hole!
Snap: Police brutality! Man! I'll have your badge! (This only intensified Ryan's anger)
Ryan: You want my badge? Huh? How bout I cram it down your throat! Huh? Would cha' like that? Beat you like you beat that woman? Huh?
Snap: Get this crazy white boy off me! (Under muffled protest)
Frank: Whoa! Ryan! Take it easy. They say I got an anger problem. (Successfully pulling Ryan off the suspect)
Snap: (Holding the back of his neck) I'ma' pay you back homie!
Ryan: Anytime you're ready pal!
Frank: (Grabs the chair and puts it down for Snap to sit in) Sit down!
Snap: I said that chair ain't comf...
Frank: You want me to let him (Pointing at Ryan) at you again? SIT DOWN!
Ryan: Robert Calhoun. He owe you money too?
Snap: Maybe! Why? (Ryan snatches across the table at Snap, who jumps back) Hey, man control ya boy!
Frank: Start answering the questions. Ya little punk!
Snap: Yeah, okay! He owes me. Whatchu askin' for?
Ryan: He's DEAD! You have anything to do with that?
Snap: Naw, man. He called me, said he had my money! He was suppose to pay it back to me tonight.
Frank: Guess you ain't getting it now are ya?
Snap: Look, man, I ain't killed this dude. You got the wrong guy!
Ryan: I strongly doubt that! Where were you last night?
Snap: Club Smooth. At a poker game! Was there all night.
Ryan: Can anyone corroborate your story?
Snap: Yeah. Jinx. His name is Jinx. You can check with him!
Frank: We will don't worry! Take'm to booking.



Horatio: Thank you, Eric. (He puts his hands on his hips) Ms. Boa Vista. What do we have?
Natalia: The blood on the boat doesn't belong to Kyle, but I did get a hit on it. (Handing him the report)
Horatio: David Klett, says he's wanted on drug, weapons charges, and murder.
Natalia: He's known to run with Saris. He was one of the men Saris bought the Alloy bullets from. He was the distributor.
Horatio: Now he's helping Saris. (He said flatly)
Natalia: Did Eric find out the I.D of the tire treads on the boat?
Horatio: He did. They belong to a vehicle registered to Julia.
Natalia: Really? Maybe Julia gave it to Kyle, and didn't get it turned over yet.
Horatio: No. Julia gave Kyle a brand new car when he was acquitted.
Natalia: Saris could have had Klett steal the car, or forced Kyle to drive it onto the boat. (Horatio thinking hard)
Horatio: I want to know what this Klett character's part is in all of this.
Natalia: Horatio, at the bottom of Klett's report is the list of his victims. (Horatio's eyes widen) His true nature!
Horatio: Says he was a hired hit man. The targets were four children. Seventeen year-old Celia, twelve year-old Marcus, six year-old twins Bradley and Brianna Thompson.
Natalia: The Son of a B**ch slit all of their throats, after he tortured them.
Horatio: Says he was acquitted of all charges due to improper conduct on the prosecutor's part.
Natalia: So the monster goes free.
Horatio: Where are the parents of these children?
Natalia: Died in a plane crash.They were being raised by their Uncle. A Gregory Philips. He died of heart failer two weeks after the murders. Horatio, the parents left the kids two point seven million dollars. Which the oldest would have received when she turned eighteen. If that Bastard hadn't killed her and her siblings.
Horatio: Interesting. Is there an address on this monster?
Natalia: 1385 Muerte Street. You think he's stupid enough to still live there?
Horatio: Well, if he is there, I can guarantee...I'll be his last home visit. (He puts on his shades and walks out) Thank you, Ma'am!

Eric: (Knocks on the door) Miami Dade PD! Open up!
Man: (A man opens the door wearing a pink mini kimono) What do you people want?
Horatio: (Both men raised their eyebrows at the sight before them) Ah...We're looking for Mr. David Klett. Is he here?
Man: NO! (He goes to slam the door, but Eric blocks the doorway) Can you move your foot?
Eric: Open the door back, and answer our questions. (The man pulls the door back)
Man: Fine! What do you want to know?
Horatio: Where is David? Be cautious with your answer. (Watching as the man starts to speak)
Man: (Sighs) Okay! Look. He was here, but he left about six...Hours...Ago. Or so.
Horatio: So...Mr?
Man: Jean Paul! (He said with a French accent, and a silly smile)
Horatio: (Smirking a bit) Jean Paul. You're here alone. I take it?
Jean Paul: Um...Yes. Yes I am. So if you don't mind gentlem...
Eric: (Looking pass the man's shoulder) I see two plates of food on the table. Uneaten. Wanna try again?
Jean Paul: I...Ah... (Looking behind him) Those are...Um... (There's a thud in the background)
Horatio: Eric. Did you hear that? (They began to draw their weapons)
Eric: Yeah. I sure did H. I'll take the back.
Horatio: I'll take the front. Jean Paul, step out here please.
Jean Paul: What?! I'm in my robe!
Horatio: You'll be in a body bag if you don't get out here right now!


Horatio: Mr. Klett. (Horatio and Eric get a small chuckle at the man's expense) Lovely. I...Think pink's your color.
David: (Standing in nothing but a pair of ladies undies) You got the wrong guy.
Horatio: Funny the picture I got looks identical.
David: I got one of those faces.
Horatio: Sure you do. Tell me something David, where's Ron Saris?
David: I ain't got nothing to say.
Horatio: Why don't I put you in a holding cell, til you find something to say.
David: HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE ME IN. YOU GOT NOTHING ON ME!
Eric: How bout murder? Is that good enough?
David: I didn't kill nobody!
Horatio: Do me a favor, and shut up! Eric, read'm his rights.




Ron: Hey, kid. Hey! Wake up over there! Kyle? Hey, Kyle? (Rolls Kyle over, only to get a face full of urine in a bucket next to him)
Kyle: Take that Jerkoff! (Kyle kicks Ron in the gut) That's for earlier. (He starts to make a run for it)
Ron: You little mother-mm...Where ya think ya goin'. (He pushes a button on his watch) Gotcha, you little brat!
Kyle: (Unknown to Kyle there's two electrodes in the ropes used to bind him) Ahh! What...Did You...Do...T...
Ron: Electric ropes. Thought you were clever, huh? Ya little puk stain. I don't normally KICK A MAN WHEN HE'S DOWN, But!!! You can take it, right? (THUD, Ron kicks Kyle in the back) That's for trying to drown me! Now I gotta change my clothes. This was my favorite suite, you know. (Ron cleans himself for his next plan)
Kyle: My dad won't let you do this! He'll kill you first!
Ron: (Smiling) Your Dad, kill me? Me? Let's get one thing straight here kid, I'm gonna get my revenge! Nothin' your Daddy can do will change that. (Kyle looks up at Ron and starts to say something) Hey, don't bother with anymore of your bull, kid. Watch'em he tries to escape again shock'em. (A woman walks up to Ron, puts her hand on his arm and kisses him)
Woman: Are we ready to go? (She looks down on Kyle like trash) I want to get this over with.
Ron: Don't rush me! I told you about that, didn't I? (Pointing in the woman's face) So, ya think Mom's gonna like my new suit? huh? This time I'ma' kill her for real.
Kyle: Stay away from my Mom! You burnt rat! (Ron swings back his foot to kick Kyle, but changes his mind)
Ron: Heh, heh! You know what kid you got guts. I'll give you that! Almost don't want to kill you. Come on babe, let's go! You two (Two thugs look over at Ron) keep an eye on him! (Turning to the woman) YOU GOT LEAD IN YOUR A**, I SAID LET'S GO!!



David: I told you guys, I didn't kill anybody. (Pulling at the borrowed T-shirt he was given) This shirt's too tight.
Eric: You prefer the comfort of your pink underwear? We can arrange it. (He said sarcastically)
David: No. That's not necessary.
Horatio: You enjoy killing children, David?
David: I don't know what you're talking about.
Eric: Really? You don't?! (Slamming crime scene photos of the murdered children in front of him) You sick Bastard.
Horatio: Admiring your handiwork?
David: You can't prove I did that! Besides I was acquitted.
Horatio: I beg the differ. David. Those pretty undies of yours were processed for DNA while you were waiting.
Eric: Bet the DNA from you, matches the sample from this crime scene. (David looking nervous)
David: What do you want?
Horatio: Where's Ron Saris?
David: I don't know any Ron Saris. (Horatio smiled menacingly, as he drop a picture of himself and Ron engaged in conversation)
Horatio: Now, lie to me again and see what happens to you! Where is Ron Saris?
David: I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him. (Horatio bites his bottom lip, leans in close to David's face) This man has my son. You want to sit here and play games with me... (Horatio grabs him by the neck and slowly squeezes) You rotten piece of garbage, tell me where Saris is or I'll crush your wind pipe!
Eric: H? (The man starts to gag) H? Alright, H! He can't tell you anything if he can't breathe! (Grabbing Horatio's arm) Look idiot, start talking! Now!
David: (Rubbing his neck) I don't know where he is right now, (Notice Horatio tense up again) but I know where he hangs out.
Eric: (Dropping a note pad in front of David) Write it down. (Shortly after, two FBI agents walking into the room)
1st Agent: Is this Klett?
Horatio: He's all yours.
2nd Agent: David Klett! You are under arrest for the murders of Celia, Marcus, Bradley and Brianna Thompson.
1st Agent: Thanks for the DNA on this guy, Lieutenant Caine. (Horatio walks toward David, and looks him right in his eyes)
Horatio: It'll be twenty times worse, when the residents of Lewisburg find out you're a child killer.


Julia: What are you talking about?! I already took my pills! (Turning to look at the nurse)
Nurse Stacy: Mrs. Winston, I'm only doing what I'm told to do. Now, you must come inside!
Julia: (Looking extremely annoyed) Fine. I'll go in, but I will not take another pill! (The nurse brings a wheel chair for her) I can perfectly walk on my own.
Nurse Stacy: Yes, of course you can. (As Julia walks toward the door, she is stopped by the nurse) We have to go in through the east entrance. They're mopping the floor on this side.
Julia: Fine. Whatever! (As they turn the corner to the secondary door, Julia gets a bad feeling. And rightfully so) Ron?! What are you doing here?!
Ron: Hi ya' doin' Juls' Gone crazy yet! Heh, heh, heh!
Julia: Go get security! Tell them they have an intruder! (Before Julia could turn around, the so called nurse had a gun at her back) Great! (She smiles) You work for him. Did he promise you the beautiful life too?
Nurse Stacy: Shut up B**ch.
Ron: She's quite the firecracker, ain't she? (Ron walks up to Julia, losing the smile on his face) You burned me. This! (Digging his finger into her scar) This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you. Oh yeah! your boyfriend's gonna get it too! Get her ass in the van.
Julia: If you really believe Horatio's going to let you get away with this... (Jerking her arm away from Stacy's hand) you're out of your mind for sure. Stop touching me you freak!
Stacy: She's prettier than you said Ronny. (Saying it more to Julia than to Ron) Maybe we could have some fun, before you die. Whaddaya say Blondie? (Rubbing her finger down Julia's arm)
Julia: Touch me again, and I'll shove that finger down your throat!
Stacy: (Raising an eyebrow) Ooo! Fiery! I like that. (Smiling sinisterly)
Ron: Down girl! Our time will come. That's a definite.




Eric: A fisherman and his daughter made the discovery as they were about to cast their lines. (They walked around the tow as it pulls the car out of the water, and a familiar odor hits the air)
Horatio: That...That my friend is decomp! There's a body in this vehicle. Eric, get a crowbar please, get this trunk open.
Eric: (Opening the trunk and get a shock) H? Isn't that Julia's lawyer?
Horatio: It was. (Taking off his shades and looking at the body) Question is, how did he get out of jail and in the trunk of Julia's car? Eric: My money's on Saris.
Horatio: And you'd be paid in full. (Eric starts to take pictures of the body)
Eric: H? Is it me or does he not have a scratch on him?
Alexx: I'll be the judge of that! Stand aside gentlemen. (She gestures two of her haulers to move the body onto the ground)
Eric: It could be a poisoning. (Now taking pictures of the car) Or strangulation perhaps.
Alexx: From what I can see, there aren't any ligature marks around the neck. As for the poisoning, no puncture wounds anywhere, but I'll know more at post. Horatio? What was the lawyer's name?
Horatio: (Looking curious at the question) Leonard McBride. Why?
Alexx: Well, that's not what his driver's license says! (And she hands it over to Eric)
Eric: It says Blake Gunther.
Horatio: Blake Gunther? Is he from here?
Eric: Tallahassee! He's pretty far from home. (Putting the ID into an evidence envelope) H? I found some footprints over near the edge of the bank.
Horatio: Really! That's odd considering the car was pushed in face forward. (Horatio trying to picture the car before it went in the water)
Eric: Well, unless the killer drove the car directly into the bank...
Horatio: Or... (Looking at the Driver's side of the car) Pushed it in, by using the door as leverage.
Eric: What's the point?
Horatio: The killer wanted this car to be found. We... Just need to know why.





Ryan: (Walks up to the bar) You got a game tonight?
Bartender: Um. Sorry, I don't know what you mean?
Ryan: Come on buddy! You know what I'm talking about. (Ryan holds up a money clip with hundreds in it)
Bartender: Okay, look, I didn't want to say anything at first, thought you might be a cop. (He laughs)
Ryan: (Laughing as well) Really? A cop huh?
Bartender: It's in the back, off the ladies room.
Ryan: (He holds up his badge) Should have went with your first instincts. I'll tell the boss you were at least trying.
Frank: (As they reached the room they both drew their weapons, he knocks at the door) OPEN UP!
Man: (The door cracks open less than an inch) What?
Frank: Open the door.
Man: What's the password?
Frank: (He holds up his badge) Now back up!
2nd Man: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? (Looking from Ryan to Frank)
Frank: Which one of you losers is Jinx?
2nd Man: Who the hell's askin'?
Ryan: (Walks up to the loud mouth man, with his gun raised) I am. Now, you either tell me or I can haul you and the rest of these ladies down to the precinct.
2nd Man: O.o.okay man, what do you need him for?
Frank: He needs to answer some questions.
2nd Man: He's the bartender up front! Can you get him (Pointing at Ryan) to move his gun away from my temple, please?
Frank: You mean the string bean who sent us back here?!
2nd Man: Yeah, that was Jinx. Come on man, call'em off!
Frank: Ryan? Ryan? Let's go. (Reluctantly Ryan lowers his weapon and follows Frank out)
Ryan: If you're lying, don't be here when I come back!
Frank: Hey, Ryan. it's probably none of my business, but what's gotten into you lately? (Ryan turns toward Frank)
Ryan: You're right! It is none of your business. (Notices Frank getting a bit annoyed)
Frank: Okay, while we go and talk to this Jinx fella', try not to shoot'em before we get any answers. Deal? (Frank walks away)




Calleigh: (Speaking to the nurse, as she receives her discharge papers) No, I'm fine. I have a ride coming. But thank you!
Jake: How did you know I was taking you home? (Smiling at her)
Calleigh: I didn't. (Looking rather shocked) I have someone picking me up already.
Jake: Let me guess! Your Co-worker! (He said with an air of smugness)
Calleigh: As a matter of fact, yes it is a Co-worker. You have a problem with that? (Not being serious)
Jake: If that Co-worker is Eric, then yes. I have a big problem with that. (Calleigh turns and looks at him)
Calleigh: You're serious? (He raised his eyebrows) Jake! You need to understand something...
Jake: Oh, I understand just perfectly... (Turning to completely face him now)
Calleigh: Obviously you don't! (Her voice getting stern)
Jake: (Walking up to Calleigh) Yeah, I do! You and I need to get a few things straighten out! (Puts his hand up to silence her) First off, Eric? This guy has trouble as a shadow. He's been shot, kidnapp...
Calleigh: I'm well aware of Eric's past predicaments. Which I can speak for him, is none of your concern.
Jake: You're right, his problems are not my concern. You on the other hand...
Calleigh: Whoa! Wait a minute! You think you have a say in what goes on in my life? (Looking appalled)
Jake: Calleigh, you and I both know that I have nothing against the guy, but... (She makes a unconvincing sound) he's dangerous!
Calleigh: You should talk! You work undercover with a significant amount of dangerous people. How dare you talk to me about Eric!
Jake: Okay, Tell me this. How many of the dangerous people I deal with, have come after you? Eric's got the Russian Mafia...
Calleigh: Who told you that? (Looking at him inquisitively)
Jake: Never mind that! The point is Calleigh, Delko's no good for you! (Calleigh's face was full of shock)
Eric: You got a problem, Berkeley? Talk to me! (Walking up to Jake as if to knock him out)
Calleigh: Eric! NO! (Stepping in between them)
Jake: I got no problem coming to you!
Eric: You know what, you're not worth it.
Jake: When will you ever learn? No one's safe around you. I thought the death of Marisol, would teach you a lesson, but I g... (Crack)
Eric: (Now standing over the top of Jake) DON'T YOU EVER LET MY SISTER'S NAME COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!! EVER!!!
Calleigh: Eric! That's enough. (Pulling him away) Jake! You need to leave! Right now!
Jake: (Holding his jaw) You're serious? You're still going to be with this guy? (Not standing extremely close, but she could feel the heat rising up in Eric)
Eric: One more word, Berkeley. Just one more! (Nostril's flaring)
Calleigh: Jake! Get! Out! (Her face became stone, Jake leaves the room)





Frank: Tried to pull a fast one huh, sport?
Jinx: Hey, you didn't say you were looking for someone in particular!
Ryan: This is not the time for joking. We need some serious answers. (Ryan tosses an autopsy photo to Jinx) You know this guy?
Jinx: D**n. What happened to him? (Looking at the picture with horror)
Frank: Somebody stabbed him to death last night. You know anything about that?
Jinx: (Turns up his lip) Nope. Sorry. Can I go now?
Ryan: Nope. Sorry! Where were you last night?
Jinx: Come on, Man. (Both men stared at him)
Ryan: Answer the question.
Jinx: I was at work last night.
Frank: Where the poker game took place?
Jinx: You can say that!
Frank: What about Snap Ortega? Was he at this game too? (Jinx looked horrified at the question)
Jinx: Uh...Sn...Snap? Did you say Snap?
Frank: Well, I didn't st..st..studder. Now did I? (Jinx was already short in stature, but he seemed to shrink in his chair) Was he there or not?
Jinx: Yes? He was? (Ryan, looking at Jinx through the slits of his eyes)
Ryan: You're lying! He wasn't there. You're covering for him, aren't you? (Moving a bit closer, Frank watching carefully)
Jinx: No! I...I...I'm n...n...not. Um...Um...
Ryan: STOP LYING! (Getting in his face now)
Frank: Ryan?
Ryan: YOU'RE COVERING FOR HIM!
Jinx: N...No.
Frank: Ryan? Back off!
Ryan: HE KILLED THIS GUY, DIDN'T HE? YOU KNOW ABOUT IT! DON'T YOU? (Ryan slams his fist on the desk) TELL ME THE TRUTH?!
Jinx: Okay! Okay! He was there, but so was that guy. (Gesturing at the photo)
Frank: Wait! This guy was at the poker game last night?
Jinx: Yeah! He telling Snap that he was going to pay him. Snap roughed him up a bit but he was alive.
Frank: (Looking at Ryan) Ortega said he didn't see the victim last night. Claimed he got a call from him.
Ryan: What happened next?
Jinx: Snap came back in but, the guy was gone.
Ryan: If you're still lying...
Jinx: I Swear man, it's the truth.
Frank: It better be!
Alexx: Hey, Horatio. What?! (Horatio staring at the face of the deceased man) I know that look Horatio! What's on your mind?
Horatio: I believe...This man is more that a dead ringer, no pun intended of course, But Alexx, what can you tell me?
Alexx: Well, this guy had no surgeries, no implants, no stitching, no scaring, he doesn't even have a crown in his mouth!
Horatio: So...What are you saying? This face is his!
Alexx: Every wrinkle, spot and line. I did a TOX report, I'm waiting on the results. I Also sent a blood sample to DNA just in case. All you need is a sample from the lawyer. (They both looked down at the corpse) If he ain't already on my table!
Horatio: (Horatio smirks) Anything else?
Alexx: Yes, as a matter of fact there is. (She hands him a vial) This was the only other thing I found. You might want to use gloves.
Horatio: Was this in with his personal effects? (Taking the vial with a single glove)
Alexx: Oh no, Honey! This! This was in a tunnel less travelled. (Horatio mouthed the word WOW) Now that's what I call a tight squeeze.
Horatio: (Horatio looks at the vial) It's a yellow substance. Looks oil based. I'll get it to Eric for testing. Thank you, Alexx.



Natalia: Ryan! The fabric is blended. Italian and Egyptian silk. Ryan: That's extremely expensive. (Looking at the report)
Natalia: True. Only one designer uses this fabric.
Ryan: The Red Constantine. The blood?
Natalia: Male. Rules out the wife.
Ryan: Like I said before, doesn't mean she had nothing to do with it.
Natalia: Yeah, but What's worst than having your wife's Ex show up.
Ryan: Thinking the husband? Impossible. We have a suspect. Ortega. He already lied about seeing the victim on the night in question. (Looking annoyed)
Natalia: I know but...
Ryan: What are you doing to me?
Natalia: Ryan. This blood sample isn't in CODIS. Ortega's is! If I'm wrong then I'm wrong. But it's worth looking into. Right?
Ryan: (Sigh) Alright! I'll get Frank. But Natalia?!...
Natalia: Call it a hunch.


Horatio: Hello?! Hel...Kyle? Son if this is you don't worry. I'll find you. Do...
Ron: (In a whining, mocking sort of voice) Don't worry son, Daddy's on the job! You know you make me sick!! Red!!
Horatio: I want you to listen to me carefully! I know what you're up to.
Ron: Really?! How smart you are!
Horatio: Not only will I find you, I'm going to kill you. It will be just you and me Saris. Nobody else.
Ron: Oh, I, don't think so! You see Red, I got something you want. And I can be a very generous kinda guy.
Horatio: My patience with you, Saris is out! Tell me where to find you?
Ron: Now, what fun would that be if I just up and told you? You used to do Detective work, I'm sure your boy here left you plenty clues. Oh yeah! I found out what the little prick was doing. Can't slip up like that again, now can we? Meanwhile why don't you say hello to my company, won't you?
Julia: Horatio, he's planning to... (He hears Ron slap Julia)
Horatio: Julia! Juli...
Ron: No one told you to spill the beans. Women! I swear. So Red, now that you know the whole gang's here, it's up to you to make the next move.
Horatio: Don't think for a minute, you have me at ends!
Ron: There's only one way to find out, Red. Trust me I won't start the party without cha'.
Horatio: Good to know! (Click, Horatio hangs up)



Frank: (Rings the doorbell) Wonder what this Richardson guy's like...
Housekeeper: Yes? What do you want? (Both men show their badges)
Ryan: We're looking for Charles Richardson. Is he here?
Housekeeper: Just one moment. (Slams the door in their faces)
Frank: Well she's bout as pleasant as you are today. (The housekeeper came back)
Housekeeper: Enter. Mr. Richardson will see you now.
Charles: It's awful late gentlemen, what can I do for you?
Ryan: Mr. Richardson, you are aware that we questioned your wife about the murder of her Ex-husband?
Charles: Yes. I'm quite aware. She had nothing to do with that, as it has been proven. (Cynthia enters the room)
Cynthia: What on earth are you doing here? (She said more so at Frank than Ryan) I told you what you needed to know!
Frank: Ma'am, we have to do a follow up.
Cynthia: Harassing sounds more like it! (Charles cuts his wife a stern look)
Charles: Gentlemen, please, it's late and I have a very important presentation tomorrow.
Cynthia: He's opening a new fashion house. (She said with an air of importance)
Ryan: How nice. (Ryan notices a bandage on Mr. Richardson's right arm) That looks like a nasty cut there, Sir?
Charles: What?! (Ryan points at his arm) Oh! That! That's nothing, really.
Frank: How'd you get it?
Charles: Cut it rock climbing. Now if you don't mi...
Ryan: Looks fresh, when did you go "rock climbing"?
Charles: I... (He hesitated)
Frank: Have you ever been arrested or jailed, Mr. Richardson? (Charles looking nervous)
Cynthia: What is this? (Cutting her eyes at both men) I see what you two are doing! Trying to blame Roberts' murder on my husband! You're waisting your breath! My husb...
Charles: Cynthia, please, be quiet!
Ryan: We found blood at the scene. It's not in our system. Would you mind giving us a sample? (Charles looks down at his hand)
Cynthia: No! My husband did not do this! You people are crazy! (Stepping in front of her husband) Your next question will be directed at our lawyer. Please leave!
Ryan: Mr. Richardson? If there is anything you want to say, say it now! (Cynthia begins to speak, Charles grabs her hand)
Charles: Can you prove it who killed...Robert?
Frank: (Both men looked at each other) No. Not at this time.
Charles: Then, my wife is right. Any other questions must be addressed with our lawyer. HELENA!
Helena: Yes sir!
Charles: See the officers out please.






Calleigh: Jake? How did you get this number?
Jake: Your Father. (He said nonchalantly)
Calleigh: My Fa... (She's walking to the door,lowering her voice) You had no right to ask my Father for my...(Opening the door)
Jake: At least I called before coming, right. Wow. What smells so good?
Calleigh: (Staring at him utterly bewildered) You have got to be kidding me! You need to leave now! (She said in a low voice)
Jake: Why are you whispering? What?! I can visit you anymore? (Enters Eric in a pair of silver boxers and nothing else)
Eric: (Drying his hair with a towel) I may have used the last of your conditioner.
Jake: Oh! (He laughs) This is the reason you want me to leave. Aren't you supposed to be recovering?
Eric: Berkeley? What the hell are you doing here? (Eric's nostrils began to flare, beads of water rolling down his chest)
Jake: I would ask you the same but I guess I don't have to! (Looking Eric up and down)
Eric: You shouldn't be here Berkeley! (Clinching his fist)
Jake: How bout you stop taking advantage of her and you get out?!
Eric: (Walking toward Jake) How bout I kick your ass instead, huh? (Calleigh steps in front of Eric)
Jake: I can't believe you're doing this to yourself. You need to get your priorities clear!
Calleigh: Eric, please let me handle this. (Turns to face Jake) Jake, my priorities are well in order!
Jake: Not if you're jumping in the bed with the next bad boy that comes along! (POW)
Calleigh: You Bastard! Who the hell do you think are, talking to me like that?! Get out!
Jake: Calleigh I...
Calleigh: Get out of my home and out of my life! (She showed no tears, no trembling.)
Jake: Don't say I didn't warn you!
Eric: (Not sure Jake's convinced he opens the door for him) Walk out or be thrown out! (Jake leaves. Eric slams the door behind him)
Calleigh: I don't even care if he rats on us! (Eric walks over to her, puts his hands on her shoulders) I can't believe him! He had no right to say what he said!
Eric: Well Cal, That right cross may keep his mouth shut for at least a day or two. (She looks up at him with a grin, then they both laughed)
Calleigh: Can't believe I hit him!
Eric: It felt good though, didn't it?
Calleigh: Oh yeah, it did!


Alexx: Horatio the lawyer's blood is a match to our car victim. Identical familial match, to be exact!
Horatio: They were twins! Interesting. What else did you find?
Alexx: I did a digital autopsy. He died of brain and spinal shock. I found massive amounts of diatrizoate meglumine.
Horatio: Reno-Dip!? Alexx isn't that discontinued?
Alexx: Yes Horatio, it is. The injection was at the top of his head. Had I cut it open I wouldn't have seen it.
Horatio: Instant death, he didn't feel anything.
Alexx: That's why there's no bruising. The drug took effect right away. Does the lawyer know his brother's dead?
Horatio: According to his knowledge...He has no brother. Was an only child. Apparently adopted.
Alexx: So what'd he do to have this done to him?
Horatio: I don't know. None of this is making any sense to me. (Horatio phones Eric) Yeah, Eric did you find anything on the car victim Blake Gunther? Really? A Chemist you say. Okay I'm on my way over.







Ryan: Frank, remember the clothes left at the crime scene? (Sitting holding a fashion magazine)
Frank: Yeah. So?
Ryan: There was blood on them, right?
Frank: There was blood on them, the wall and no hit on file. What's your point?
Ryan: (He smirks at Frank, in turn Frank gives him the "What the hell you smirkin' at" look) Most designers are picky about who's allowed to touch their clothes.
Frank: Okay... So? (Ryan gives him a weird look)
Ryan: So.... Richardson does not have an assistant to look after his clothing!
Frank: Think ole' Charlie's the only one touches his clothes before the runway.
Ryan: I'm banking on it. (He drops the book in front of Frank) That presentation he was talking about, is on a new never before used fabric, which we have in our lab.
Frank: Son-of-B**ch. Wait how do you know that?
Ryan: When Natalia analyzed the fabric to compare it's compounds, she couldn't find anything. It was foreign. We can't get warrant for his blood...
Frank: But we can for the clothes. Alright, let's go shut Calvin Kline down!


Horatio: Eric, what do we have on Blake?
Eric: I pulled his arrest record from Tallahassee, only cause I figured he had one. As a minor he spent three years in juvie for blowing up a chemistry lab at his high school.
Horatio: How did you get his juvie records?
Eric: Cashed in a favor. Says in spite of all of his criminal activities he graduated Valedictorian, go figure that. And received high honors in science. Went on to Florida State to earn degrees in Bio Chemistry and Nuclear Science, only to get arrested for distributing bomb making materials to other students. Then he was arrested again for arson, setting an art sculpture on fire on campus using a substance unable to be put out by water or an extinguisher. (Horatio raised his eyebrows in shock) Spent four of his eight years in F.S.P.
Horatio: Busy beaver this guy. When did he get out of jail?
Eric: Released two years ago on good behavior.
Horatio: Any known associates?
Eric: Trevor McIntosh-Deceased and... (Turns the file over to Horatio)
Horatio: Ron Saris.
Eric: What I don't understand is, with Gunther being an experienced chemist, why would he add polyurethane to the Yellow Cake mixture? Was it by accident maybe?
Horatio: Eric...This was no accident. I...I believe the mix was intentional. Saris is planning to destroy something significant.
Eric: Meaning?
Horatio: Meaning we need to go back to the hospital where Julia was taken. Saris is itching to get at me, which also means...
Eric: He's bound to make mistakes.
Horatio: Bingo. Let's go.



Frank: Mr. Richardson? (He and Ryan walked right into the conference) We need to speak with you, please!
Businessman: What is the meaning of this? Charles, what is going on here? (Looking between all three men)
Charles: Tom, I'll explain everything in a moment. Gentlemen can we discuss this at a later ti...
Ryan: Is it true no one on your staff is allowed to handle your clothing outside you and the models you use?
Charles: What does that have to do with anything?
Businessman: Charles. This account is very important. Our dealers are looking forward to buying this fabric if you are...
Charles: Please, Tom. I will straighten this out right now! (Moving towards Frank and Ryan) Officers, please...
Ryan: Are you the only one who handles your clothing?
Charles: Some of my staff do. So? Your meaning?
Frank: Are you the only male?
Charles: Yes. My staff are all women! Is there a law against that?
Frank: No. But it proves you killed Robert Calhoun. (Charles gasp at the words)
Businessman: You murdered someone? This must be a joke!
Frank: Do I look like George Lopez to you? Hook him up. (Gesturing to a uniform)
Charles: This is a misunderstanding! I...I didn't kill anyone.
Ryan: DNA saids different.





Julia: NO! (She says softly) Kyle, I don't want you to do anything. (Looking toward their captors)Your Father will know what to do. Horatio will handle this! So do nothing! Understand me? (Kyle just looks at his mom) Kyle! Kyle: Yeah. Yeah mom, I understand. I hate just sitting here...
Julia: Kyle, listen to me. Ron will not hesitate to kill both of us.
Thug: Shut up over there! (Stacey was staring at Julia, which made Julia uncomfortable)
Stacey: You know Julia, (Walking toward Julia) Ron said we should get acquainted. (With a wicked smile she knelt down)
Julia: Stay the hell away from me!
Stacey: Don't be mean. If you want we could show your boy here some one on one! (Stacey reaches out to touch Julia)
Julia: (Splat) B**** I said don't touch me! (Stacey barely flinched as she wiped her face)
Stacey: (Smirking, grabs Julia by the hair, flicks a switch blade to her throat) You want to exchange bodily fluids, I got a better way of doing it.
Kyle: DON'T TOUCH HER!!
Ron: Yo! Stacey! Knock it off wouldcha'. What I gotta do? Hose ya down? Bring me the boy. It's time I showed off a bit! Heh heh!



Cynthia: Charles! (Walking in to the room to hug him) Are you alright dear? Frank: Your husband is under arrest for the mur...
Cynthia: No! He didn't do this.
Charles: You don't understand I... (A man walks in and sets his brief case on the table)
Lawyer: Charles don't say another word. I will be representing Mr. Richardson, any and all questions will be directed to me.
Frank: And who are you?
Lawyer: Jordan Waters. Esq.
Ryan: Okay. Can you explain why your client's blood was found on the victim's body?
Jordan: Technically the blood was found on fabric that was near the alleged victim.
Frank: Are you kidding me! No other male handles the fabric but him, he has a mysterious cut on his hand.
Cynthia: He said rock climbin...
Frank: Give me a break, there's no way he climbs anything other than stairs.
Ryan: According to your client's travel plans he hasn't been near any rocks.
Jordan: Do you have sufficient evidence against my client? No! Then we are leaving.
Ryan: You seem really nervous. Mr. Richardson. Care to share? (The man looked extremely terrified at that moment Alex handed Frank some news)
Jordan: We're done here! You people have wasted enough of the Richardson's time.
Frank: Wow! Now this is what I call motive! (Handing the form to Ryan) Now I see why your so nervous.
Ryan: And why you killed Robert Calhoun. You two were having an affair!
Cynthia: Robert and I were not havi...
Frank: Not you! Your husband.
Cynthia: This is just a new low! What kind of shotty...
Jordan: This is an outrage!
Frank: This autopsy report states your semen was found...inside the victim.
Ryan: He was going to expose you. so you had to kill him, didn't you?
Charles: You don't understand. it wasn't just an affair. I loved Richard very much!
Cynthia: Charles! What......What are you saying? (With a horrified look on her face, she slumps into a nearby chair)
Jordan: Charles as your legal representative, I strongly advise you not to divulge any mo...
Charles: No! No I won't hide the truth anymore. I did kill Robert. I didn't want to, he just wouldn't stop.
Robert: You don't even love her anymore. Give her an alimony check and be done with it. That way we can finally be together.
Charles: No! I can't do that Robbie, not yet, not now!
Robert: She already suspects you're cheating on her...
Charles: Not with her ex-husband. Think of what that will do to her.
Robert: It's not her you're worried about! You're worried about your precious fashion career. The best designers are homo...
Charles: Enough. (Robert continued to speak) I SAID ENOUGH!!
Robert: Yes Charles, it is enough! Cynthia needs to know. I will tell her if you are to afraid to do so. (Robert took out his cell phone)
Charles: No! Robert you can't! (Charles grabbing a pair of scissors and began to stab at Robert's chest)
Ryan: Charles Richardson, you are under arrest for the murder of Robert Calhoun.
Charles: Cynthia. I'm so sorry my love. I never meant to hur...(Slap)
Cynthia: You burn in hell! (She stormed out of the room)
Horatio: Where did you get this from? Who delivered it? Stacey: How much longer are we gonna wait here? I'm gettin' tired! Ron: Shuuut Up! Your bringing down my excitement! Red will be here. That's for sure.
Julia: Ron...(severely dehydrated) Please let Kyle down. He has nothing to do with this!
Ron: No! No because it wouldn't be fun if we didn't have some entertainment. (looking up at Kyle) Ain't that right Twerp!?
Horatio: His name is Kyle! (Standing at the entrance, gun drawn)
Ron: Red! You made it! And just in time. Stacey. Show the Lieutenant what we have in store for him and the family.
Horatio: Ron! Let him down! Now! (gripping his gun) (Eric and the rest of the team are out of sight, but within range)
Kyle: (In a dry raspy voice) Dad.... dad help mom...
Ron: Daddy help my mommy please!! (Stacey pulls a tarp off a very large tub directly underneath Kyle) You know Red, I think your boy and I are starting to look alike. At least when I'm done he will be.
Horatio: What is that!? (Ron just smiles) WHAT IS IT SARIS!??
Ron: It's moisturizer!! ha ha ha! No really it's acid. But not just any old round the house acid it's glacial acetic better known as.....
Horatio: Death Dip! Saris. Ron. Look, you wanted me, you got me let them go! (Watching as Ron goes to grab the controls for kyle's ropes)
Saris: Oh don't worry Red, you'll get yours I promise. You're gonna watch as I burn your boy and kill the two timing witch!


Ron hits the switch and Kyle starts to fall, Horatio tries to run to him but he's to far away. Ryan swings down grabbing Kyle just in time.
Ryan: I gotcha. Eric takes out all six gunmen. Calleigh gets to Julia and as Stacey turns to run, she come face to face with Natalia's gun. Ron is running out, officers give chase and Horatio Screams NO! HE'S MINE!!!
Ron: You know Red, it's gonna feel real good to kill you! Horatio: You're not getting the chance. (Ron shoots but misses. Horatio shoots, but only grazes Ron's arm) Ron: If I go we both go BOOM! As you can plainly see Red. I've placed several explosive devices all over the yacht. One false move and up we go! Horatio: As long as your dead, I'm fine with it. (Suddenly Ron starts the engine) Ron: Are you fine with half of Miami going with us? (The team runs toward the dock where the boat is taking off) Ryan: H is on that boat with Saris. Natalia: I'll call rescue. (A member of the bomb squad informs Eric of the situation) B Squad: we've swept the warehouse clean. No sign of the yellow cake substance or any bomb materials. Calliegh: I don't understand! if he didn't put the bomb in the warehouse where did he put it? (Eric turns toward the yacht) Horatio: Cut the engine! (His weapon pointed at Ron) I won't ask again! Ron: You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man would you Red? (Ron opened his shirt, revealing the detenator strapped to his chest) Multiple shots Red and we're dead! Horatio: I just need two! (He shot Ron in both hands rendering him helpless) Ron: OOOHHH! You think you're so clever huh? I knew you would want to play the hero, Red. I push that button long ago! we'll be dead in less than 15 minutes. (Horatio puts his weapon away, knelt down next to Ron) Horatio: where is it? Where's the source? Ron: SCREW YOU! ( Unable to hold it, he punches Ron in the face) Ha ha ha HA HAHH WE'RE GONNA DIE ALONG WITH HALF OF MIAMI BEACH! AIN'T NOTHIN THE GREAT HORATIO CAINE CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!

Eric: This is CSI Eric Delko, I need a bird in the air immediately!! A yacht headed toward Miami Beach with a significant amount of explosive material on board. Lieutenant Horatio Caine and suspect Ron Saris are both on board.
Operator: Are you able to get a hold of Lieutenant Caine by cell?
Eric: He's not answering it. Please I need that helicopter. (Eric notices the yacht turn away from shore) KABOOM (The yacht explodes) H!!!!

Eric: H are you okay? Horatio: I'm good. Eric: We got'em? Horatio:We got'em! (Kyle runs over to his Father, Julia walks over to the coroner's truck) Julia: Pull it back. ( The hauler just looked at her) Pull it back!! Horatio: Julia. Let's... Julia: NO! I want to see his face! I want to see his FACE Horatio! (She unzipped the body bag) Horatio: It's over Julia. It's finally over.