CSI: MIAMI
1X22: TINDER BOX
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 05/05/2003
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Written by COREY MILLER
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SUMMARY: The team investigates an arson at a local night club with faulty fire
code compliance that traps people inside the burning tinder box.
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CSI: MIAMI
1X22: TINDER BOX
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COLD OPEN:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT. ROAD -- NIGHT]
(A car speeds down the road. It stops in front of Club Descent. A small crowd
of people are in front of the doorway waiting to get inside.)
(The valet opens the door and the woman steps out. He hands her the ticket.)
VALET: I'll put it up front for you.
DANNY MAXWELL: Everybody back. The girls have arrived. And looking fine.
(Danny lets the women inside.)
(She leans forward and whispers into his ear.)
WOMAN: I owe you one, Danny.)
DANNY MAXWELL: (chuckles) Huh.
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(The women walk into the night club.)
DEEJAY SCORPIOUS: Deejay Scorpious here, y'all. Liquid mixing till the sun
goes tall.
(People dance to the music.)
MAN: That's right.
MAN: That's right, baby!
(Delko is there kissing his girlfriend.)
(Speedle is also there in the club.)
MAN: Yeah.
CONNIE (GIRLFRIEND): Hey, I got to get back to the bachelorette party.
DELKO: What about you and me? What are you talking about?
CONNIE (GIRLFRIEND): When we get the bride-to-be sufficiently wasted, I'm going
to come back for you.
DELKO: You promise?
(They kiss.)
CONNIE (GIRLFRIEND): I promise.
(She turns and heads back to her friends.)
DEEJAY SCORPIOUS: G's up, ho's down. You ain't quakin' and shakin' the bacon,
then you ain't even playin'.
(The music changes.)
DEEJAY SCORPIOUS: Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance style with a new test press
from my boys from my-mo, d-day bomb squad.
(Fireworks shoot up on the side of the stage. The crowd whoops.)
(Speedle and Delko are in the crowd enjoying the music.)
(Behind the Deejay, the curtains catch fire.)
(The Deejay turns around to see the curtains on fire.)
(Speedle turns and finds Delko.)
SPEEDLE: This place doesn't have sprinklers.
DELKO: I know. Hit the alarm. (shouts) You, hit the alarm!
(The alarm blares. The Deejay takes off his earphones, turns around and starts
stomping out the fire.)
(People start screaming as they rush for the doors.)
DELKO: Let's go. Everybody out!
SPEEDLE: Everybody stay calm! (points) There's an exit over here.
(The fire grows. People start rushing toward the exits.)
DELKO: (to phone) This is Eric Delko, CSI. There's a major structure fire at
Club Descent -- Northwest 7th and Main.
(The entire back curtain is now burning. People are clamoring to the exits.
They reach the back exit and try the door. It's locked.)
WOMAN: Open the door!
SPEEDLE: It's locked. It's chained! Move!
(Speedle heads back into the club to find another exit. Others remain at the
door pounding on it to get out.)
(Delko calls out looking for his girlfriend.)
DELKO: (shouts) Connie?! Connie!
(Danny Maxwell, the Bouncer, steps forward with a fire extinguisher and starts
putting the fire out.)
DELKO: Hey! Have you got any more of those?
DANNY MAXWELL: No. I don't think it's going to be enough! Get the hell out of
here!
(Delko steps away and finds Connie.)
DELKO: Connie? Connie?! Connie, don't go that way!
CONNIE WILKES: No! No!
DELKO: Follow me! The front door is packed! It's bottlenecked up there.
There's just too many people.
(It's complete panic and chaos as people try to get out of the burning club.)
(Speedle stops and looks around for another exit. He finds one.)
SPEEDLE: Delko, that door over there is open!
CONNIE WILKES: No way!
SPEEDLE: Come on over here!
(Delko looses Connie and starts shouting for her again.)
DELKO: Connie! Connie!
(Speedle runs over to the door. He tries the exit and it opens.)
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
WOMAN: Oh, my god -- Mandy, she's still inside!
SPEEDLE: I'm going back in.
(Others slowly filter out.)
(Speedle heads back into the club.)
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Speedle shouts to the crowd.)
(People scream.)
SPEEDLE: Everybody stop! There's an open door over here! Come this way!
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(People filter out of the club.)
(Horatio arrives in his vehicle. He stops outside the burning club.)
HORATIO: Are you okay?! Eric, where's Speed?
DELKO: He's around back! He's helping people out!
HORATIO: All right. Fire Rescue's on the way!
(Horatio runs into the club to help.)
(Delko and Danny Maxwell help people out of the burning club.)
WOMAN: Help me!
DANNY MAXWELL: Take my hand! Come on.
DELKO: Come on! Let's go! Let's go!
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(People scream as they crowd to get out of the club.)
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Delko and Danny Maxwell continue to help people out of the club.)
DANNY MAXWELL: I got you!
(Delko finds Connie passed out. He pulls her out to the side.)
DELKO: Connie!
DANNY MAXWELL: Take my hand!
DELKO: Connie, wake up.
DANNY MAXWELL: (to Delko) Come on, man, we got to get these people out of
here! Come on!
(Delko leaves Connie and goes back to helping Danny get the people out of the
club.)
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio run alongside the building.)
HORATIO: Everybody get away from the building! Get away from the building!
It's about to collapse! The building is about to collapse! Let's go!
(He runs into the building.)
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(People scream as they crowd to get out of the club.)
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio comes out of the building with a woman.)
HORATIO: Keep breathing. Deep breaths, ma'am, deep breaths. Get a blanket on
her.
MAN: I got her.
HORATIO: Get a blanket.
(The woman coughs and gags.)
HORATIO: Hold these people back!
(He looks up and sees the fire burning through the topmost windows of the
building.)
(Speedle gasps for air.)
SPEEDLE: It went down so fast. I didn't see a thing.
HORATIO: We'll figure it out, Speed. We will find out what happened, and this
building will be our witness.
FADE TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT -- NIGHT]
(Emergency personnel cars are parked outside the club.)
MAN: (b.g.) Engine 32, get the area around the north side of the complex.
(A body bag with a burned body inside is zipped up.)
ALEXX: (to the coroners) Make sure any evidence that's tied to a particular
body stays with that body. (She turns and heads to the other ambulance.) P.D.
needs a list of the victims and the missing.
(Eric's girlfriend is being wheeled on the gurney.)
CONNIE WILKES: (mumbles) Eric, I can't feel anything. That's good, right?
DELKO: I-it's okay, Connie. You're going to be all right. Just hang in there,
okay?
(He helps lift her gurney into the back of the ambulance. The ambulance doors
close.)
(The ambulance drives off.)
(Danny Maxwell stands next to Delko.)
DANNY MAXWELL: How is she?
DELKO: I don't think she's going to make it.
CUT TO:
[INT. CLUB DESCENT -- NIGHT]
(A sniff dog is lead through the club.)
OFFICER: Come on.
(Speedle talks with Horatio and the Fire Inspector.)
SPEEDLE: The DJ's deck was here, and, uh ... that's the remains of the dance
floor.
HORATIO: Ceiling went up in minutes. Any sign of accelerant?
RONNIE JAMESON: Canines haven't alerted. Nothing.
SPEEDLE: That's what I was talking about over there. Chained door.
HORATIO: So, if we have two chained exit doors, did we miss anything?
RONNIE JAMESON: You know me better than that, Horatio. Permit was filed five
months ago when it opened. Exits were free and clear. There was a compliance
issue.
HORATIO: A compliance?
RONNIE JAMESON: A month back-- soundproofing.
HORATIO: Soundproofing. Okay, Speed, we need to take a look at that
soundproofing. Where's the owner?
SPEEDLE: He's outside with Bernstein. Quentin Haid.
(Horatio heads out.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(DJ Scorpius leans against the wall. Delko walks by. He's on the phone. He
turns and sees the DJ.)
DELKO: (to phone) I'll call you right back.
(Delko heads for DJ Scorpius.)
DELKO: DJ Scorpius, there's a lot of people wanting to talk to you.
DJ SCORPIUS: Yeah, well, I'm right here.
DELKO: You want to tell me what happened?
DJ SCORPIUS: You want to tell me why you frontin' on ??
DELKO: I'm not frontin' you, all right? I'm with Miami P.D. -- The crime lab.
You look like you got out pretty quick. There's not a speck of soot on you.
DJ SCORPIUS: Yeah, well, I saw the flames, and I bounced, Dawg. I bounced.
DELKO: Yeah, well, who gave you permission to use the pyrotechnics?
DJ SCORPIUS: I use them every weekend. Man, they're just like sparklers. Just
like Fourth of July. Nothing ever goes wrong.
DELKO: All it takes is one.
CUT TO:
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio walks up to Quentin Haid.)
HORATIO: Excuse me, are you the owner?
QUENTIN HAID: Yeah, that's me.
HORATIO: You ever hear of a sprinkler system?
QUENTIN HAID: Didn't need them. The club was grandfathered in -- built pre-
code.
HORATIO: Yeah, I bet you those chained exit doors were grandfathered in, too,
huh?
QUENTIN HAID: What'd you expect me to do? People were sneaking in.
HORATIO: And dying to get out. Fifteen dead; fifty-eight in the hospital.
Were you trying to get out of your lease?
QUENTIN HAID: What are you implying?
HORATIO: I'm not implying anything. The average life span of a club is six
months, and you were due, my friend. Now, do you have an office we can talk in?
QUENTIN HAID: Inside.
HORATIO: Show me.
(The two head into the club.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - OFFICE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio unlocks and opens a black box on the desk.)
HORATIO: You have a flash burn on your face, Mr. Haid, which indicates you've
been in the presence of an accelerant. Are you a base-head?
(Quick flash to: Quentin Haid takes a drink from the liquor bottle. He picks
up some pills, lights up and tries to breathe in the drugs. The alcohol catches
fire and he burns himself.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
QUENTIN HAID: I had an accident a couple days ago.
HORATIO: Where's your coke?
QUENTIN HAID: I got rid of it. (chuckles) It's a bad... bad habit.
HORATIO: Ah, yes, and stupid. Did it start the fire?
QUENTIN HAID: Why would I torch my own club? This is my life. I got all my
money here.
(He opens the safe and finds it empty.)
QUENTIN HAID: I don't believe it. Somebody took my money!
HORATIO: It's just not your day, is it?
QUENTIN HAID: I had $15,000.
HORATIO: Who else had the combination?
QUENTIN HAID: Just one of my bartenders, Johnny Brosnan.
HORATIO: Who happens to be missing, right? If you were robbed, that safe is
evidence.
(Delko appears in the doorway. Horatio sees him.)
HORATIO: (to Quentin) Hang on.
(He turns and heads over to Delko.)
HORATIO: Yeah? What's up?
(They move out into the hallway.)
DELKO: I'm, uh, I'm all right. I'm here.
HORATIO: You need to take the day?
DELKO: Oh, no. I need ... I need to work. I need to be here.
HORATIO: Okay. I need that safe printed.
DELKO: Okay.
HORATIO: Let's have Bernstein do some background work on the employees. Theft
and fire. Start with the owner.
DELKO: Okay.
HORATIO: Good.
(Horatio's phone rings. Delko steps away.)
HORATIO: Hang in there.
(Horatio answers the phone.)
HORATIO: Horatio.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: I got a D.B., needs your attention.
HORATIO: Yeah, listen, I'm in the middle of something here.
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. JUDGE'S HOME - NIGHT]
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Well, I've got orders to grab you, pull you off. Red ball,
high-profile. You've been, uh ... requested.
HORATIO: Political or judicial?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Both.
HORATIO: Okay.
(Horatio hangs up.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY LIGHTS (STOCK) - NIGHT]
[INT. JUDGE JAVIER OJEDA'S RESIDENCE - NIGHT]
(Horatio questions Judge Javier Ojeda.)
HORATIO: Your honor, why don't you tell me what happened.
JUDGE JAVIER OJEDA: The woman in the bathroom. Her name's Jill Susan. She's a
prostitute.
HORATIO: Is your wife out of town?
JUDGE JAVIER OJEDA: My wife died last year.
HORATIO: I'm sorry to hear that.
JUDGE JAVIER OJEDA: I don't have time to wine and dine women. Jill comes once
a week, same time. Spends the night. She got here right before 11:30. Usually
by taxi, but tonight she drove herself. Car's in the driveway.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: It's a BMW. I'll run the registration.
HORATIO: Okay.
(Det. Frank Tripp leaves.)
(The Judge sits down.)
JUDGE JAVIER OJEDA: She seemed a little disoriented. Agitated. She asked if
she could grab a shower. A few minutes later, I heard a loud noise. I ran in.
She'd fallen. I turned off the water, called you guys. (The Judge stands up.)
Can you help me? You know how this looks.
HORATIO: I do. Let's see if Jill's body confirms your story.
CUT TO:
[INT. JUDGE OJEDA'S RESIDENCE -- BATHROOM - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(Alexx looks up when Horatio walks into the bathroom.)
ALEXX: They got you, too, huh?
HORATIO: Busy night.
ALEXX: No semen, no defense wounds. She does have what appears to be a
fracture of the frontal skull.
(Horatio looks at the shower.)
HORATIO: A lot of blood over here on this faucet. And that looks like bloody
mucus.
(Quick flash to: [SHOWER] Jill Susan's taking a shower. She's coughing up
blood, bumps her head on the shower handle and falls.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: Check this out.
(Alexx takes a swab of Jill Susan's teeth.)
ALEXX: Looks like soot. You get this from smoke inhalation.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm.
ALEXX: And I think I know where it came from.
(Horatio smells her clothes.)
HORATIO: It's on her clothes, too.
(Alexx takes a black light and shines it on the back of her right hand to show
the stamp.)
ALEXX: Club Descent.
(They look at each other.)
HORATIO: This lady was at the club.
ALEXX: Smoke inhalation's like a time-release bomb. You walk away and think
you're okay.
(Quick flash of: [EXT. CLUB DESCENT] The people run out of the club. Jill
Susan coughs as she comes out of the club.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: Soon, you're not walking at all.
(Quick flash to: [SHOWER] Jill Susan's taking a shower. She's coughing up
blood, bumps her head on the shower handle and falls.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
HORATIO: So, our body count is up to sixteen.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Registered owner of the BMW is Quentin Haid.
HORATIO: Let's impound that. All roads lead back to this club owner, don't
they?
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[EXT. MIAMI-DADE CITY (STOCK) -- DAY]
[INT. CSI - FORENSICS LAB - DAY]
(Delko stands over Connie's body on the table.)
DELKO: It's weird, Alexx. I barely even knew her, you know, but I feel like I
had to pay my respects.
ALEXX: Don't apologize to anyone, honey ... especially me.
DELKO: What was the cause of death?
ALEXX: You sure you ... ?
(Delko nods.)
ALEXX: A combination of injuries led to her death. People don't realize there
are so many ways you can die in a fire, not always from flames.
DELKO: Carbon monoxide poisoning?
ALEXX: No. She breathed in superheated air.
(Quick flash of: Connie takes a deep gasp of air.)
(Quick CGI POV: The superheated air goes through her mouth and down to her wind
pipe. The hot air scorches the lining and burns it.)
(End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: A spasm of the epiglottis.
DELKO: Scorched her airways.
ALEXX: She was a strong girl, Eric -- made it to the front door -- but human
nature got the best of her. Fight or flight? These people did both at the same
time.
(Quick flash to: [CLUB DESCENT] Connie pushes to get out. Others push her
back. She falls to the ground and gets trampled on by the others trying to get
out.)
CONNIE: Ow! Ow!
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: Trampled her. She's got three fractured ribs, ruptured spleen. You
didn't even see it coming, did you, Sugar?
(Delko sighs.)
DELKO: I never even got her last name.
ALEXX: She was one of the few whose looks were preserved enough to match face
to her I.D. Wilkes. Connie Wilkes.
DELKO: Thanks, Alexx.
(Delko leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY]
(Det. Frank Tripp and Horatio question Quentin Haid.)
QUENTIN HAID: Jill Susan was a cocktail waitress.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Yeah, we know. We checked out her pay stubs. Four thou a
week for three nights work? You know what we call that?
QUENTIN HAID: Yeah, a very good waitress.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: A prostitute. We got ahold of your employee list -- two
bartenders ... one bouncer ... thirty-three cocktail waitresses?! You were
running girls out of your club, weren't you?
QUENTIN HAID: Nope.
HORATIO: Yup. Oh, yes, you were. You were running girls, and in fact, even
after this girl survived the fire, you had her go and turn a trick. That's who
you are.
QUENTIN HAID: I didn't force her.
HORATIO: No, but you did lend her your car.
QUENTIN HAID: I let her borrow it, but now I want it back. When can I get it?
HORATIO: It's been impounded. You know, the thing I find amazing about you, is
that you have not inquired about her memorial service, and yet you want to know
where your car is. That's pretty salt of the earth. You know what? You can go.
Go.
(Quentin Haid gets up and leaves the room.)
DET. FRANK TRIPP: He can go?
HORATIO: Yeah, let's let him go. Call the impound lot and tell them not to let
him on the premises ... for twenty-four hours.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: The old squeeze play, huh?
HORATIO: Yeah.
(Horatio leaves the room.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Delko finds Danny Maxwell sitting out in the hallway.)
DELKO: Hey, Danny, you got my message?
(Danny stands up to walk over to Delko.)
DANNY MAXWELL: Yeah. You all right, bro?
DELKO: Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. You?
DANNY MAXWELL: Yeah, I'm all right. So, you got to ... you got to print me?
DELKO: Yeah. Money was stolen from your boss's safe, so it's just, uh, standard
procedure.
DANNY MAXWELL: It's not a problem. You're near the hospital. I was heading
there anyway.
(Delko starts to print Danny.)
DELKO: I heard about that blood drive, man, for the victims.
DANNY MAXWELL: Yeah.
DELKO: Danny, uh, you're The Bouncer over there. Let me ask you. Did you know
about the chained exit doors?
DANNY MAXWELL: Look ... I didn't like Quentin, but he did hire me, so ...
DELKO: Look, he already admitted to my boss that he chained the doors to keep
out sneak-ins.
DANNY MAXWELL: Yeah, I probably should have said something, but he always told
me he hired me for my size, not my opinion.
DELKO: Well, what is your opinion?
DANNY MAXWELL: Quentin didn't care about the club. Just the women and the
money. You know, sometimes when he wasn't around, I'd dump the place.
DELKO: Dump it?
DANNY MAXWELL: Yeah ... to keep it under max occupancy. Make everyone go out,
then recount them when they come back in.
DELKO: All right, man. We're, uh... we're all done.
DANNY MAXWELL: I'll see you around.
DELKO: Take care.
DANNY MAXWELL: You, too.
(Danny leaves.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CLUB DESCENT -- DAY]
(Calleigh walks into the club. Speedle is already there looking through the
place.)
CALLEIGH: Is the fire talking yet?
SPEEDLE: A little. We can't reconstruct anything until the floor is clean.
There is a direct heat source from the stage to the ceiling overhang. The
pattern indicates that it was from the sparklers from the pyrotechnics.
CALLEIGH: Well, the ceiling's twelve feet from the floor.
SPEEDLE: The curtains ignited high, and they burned, dropped down.
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] The pyrotechnics burn upward. The curtain
catches fire and burns up to the ceiling. The crowd laughs and cheers.)
(End of flash. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: There's remnants on the floor. I'll collect the fireworks and the
curtain remnants, and H wants that soundproofing stuff.
CALLEIGH: Okay. Hey, look at this.
(Calleigh finds the tape recorder with the damaged tape still inside.)
SPEEDLE: What?
CALLEIGH: I guess the DJ recorded his shows. The recorder's damaged, but maybe
the tape's okay.
SPEEDLE: Maybe that'll help us out. You do the sound and the soundproofing,
and I'll take care of the rest, all right?
CALLEIGH: (smiles) Deal.
(They both stand up to get to work.)
CUT TO:
[VARIOUS CUTS]
[INT. CSI - LAB]
(Calleigh removes the tape from the recorder. She checks the tape and sees that
most of it isn't damaged.)
(Speedle cuts piece of curtain of and tests it.)
(Calleigh takes the tape and adds drops to a clean machine.)
(Speedle continues to test to piece of curtain. He inserts the sample into the
machine.)
(Calleigh inserts the tap into the machine.)
(Camera zooms into the head and finds it removing the soot from the fire on the
tape.)
(Speedle removes the sample from the machine. He takes a sample of that and
runs it through the mass spec.)
(The results print.)
(He picks it up, looks at it and heads out.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - A/V LAB - CONTINUOUS]
(Speedle finds Calleigh in the A/V Lab.)
SPEEDLE: Hey.
CALLEIGH: Hey, check this out. So I took the audio tape of DJ Scorpious, I
restored it, I transferred it to digital, and then, I brought it up on the
computer. Listen.
DJ SCORPIOUS: (from tape) Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance style with a new
test press from my boys from my-mo, d-day bomb squad.
(From the tape, the crowd cheers.)
(She shuts the tape off.)
SPEEDLE: Okay, can you, uh, isolate the microphone track and take away the
music?
CALLEIGH: Great minds. Already done.
(She sets it up on the computer.)
CALLEIGH: Okay, this is what the mike picked up. Now tell me if you hear what
I hear.
(She plays it again.)
DJ SCORPIOUS: (from tape) Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance style with a new
test press from my boys from my-mo, d-day bomb squad.
(From the tape, we hear the sounds of the pyrotechnics whooshing.)
(Calleigh turns the tape off.)
SPEEDLE: Amplify that last part. Play it again.
(She amplifies it and plays it multiple times.)
SPEEDLE: Those are accelerant vapors being ignited.
CALLEIGH: And the scent dogs didn't pick it up. So, it means it was something
they weren't trained for. It wasn't gasoline, paint thinner ... any of the
usual suspects.
(Speedle shows her his test results.)
SPEEDLE: Well ... ethanol ... oak tannins, saccharum officinarum.
CALLEIGH: That's sugar cane.
SPEEDLE: There's one type of alcohol aged in oak barrels, distilled from sugar
cane-- rum.
CALLEIGH: Well, imagine that, alcohol in a club.
SPEEDLE: The curtain behind the DJ was doused with the stuff.
CALLEIGH: Proximity, opportunity.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY]
(Speedle, Calleigh and Bernstein interview DJ Scorpius.)
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): Why are you guys trying to grit me? I'm telling you right
now, straight up, I had nothing to do with this.
SPEEDLE: All right, first of all, let's go ahead and drop that street thing,
okay, because we know that you're from Aspen. There was rum poured on the
curtain directly behind you.
(Quick flash to: Someone pours rum on the curtains. End of flash. Resume to
present.)
CALLEIGH: You were the first one out of the club, Mason. It just doesn't look
good.
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): Don't you think I know people paid money to see me spin,
and now they're dead? I've got to sit with that for the rest of my life. I did
not pour the rum.
SPEEDLE: Well, you did something.
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): Yeah. I kicked over one of the fountains. After it went
off, I tried to stop the fire, but it did not work. It made it worse, so I
bolted.
CALLEIGH: What kind of pyro do you use?
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): Standard, eight by ten.
CALLEIGH: Can you clarify?
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): It, uh, burns for eight seconds, and it shoots ten feet
high. Nine-volt triggers it. Ignites black powder and titanium particles.
(Quick CGI POV of: Close-up of a firework. The voltage burns through the fuse,
ignites the inside. End of CGI POV. Resume to present.)
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): It practically burns cold, man. I mean, the tip of a
match is hotter. You can put your hand right in it.
(Quick Close-up of: The pyrotechnics burns. Above the sparks is someone's
hand. End of flash. Resume to present.)
CALLEIGH: Yeah, but a spark's a spark, and you seem to know all about it.
DJ SCORPIUS (MASON): Yeah, sparks are show business. I'm in show business.
Fire's a no-go. I just play.
SPEEDLE: Okay, well, do us a favor, and play close to the sandbox, okay?
(Speedle stands up.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - LAB -- DAY]
(Horatio talks with the Fire Inspector.)
HORATIO: Did you sign off on the soundproofing?
RONNIE JAMESON: Not specifically.
HORATIO: Okay, Ronnie, we are not in a court of law yet. Yes or no?
RONNIE JAMESON: On the reinspect last month, we found egg crate material that
wasn't flame-resistant.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm.
RONNIE JAMESON: Told him he had two weeks to replace it. Went back, follow it
up. Receipts checked out. He upgraded.
HORATIO: Did you retest?
RONNIE JAMESON: It's like a fix-it ticket. Show of proof, gentleman's
agreement.
HORATIO: Our guy is no gentleman. Check out this burn damage.
(He looks through the scope.)
[SCOPE VIEW of the burned roofing]
RONNIE JAMESON: Yeah. Char's too deep. Something's not right.
HORATIO: Good news. My people will be able to figure out why.
RONNIE JAMESON: If I somehow had any part in this ...
HORATIO: Let's not go there till we hear back from trace, all right?
RONNIE JAMESON: Yeah.
HORATIO: Okay.
(Horatio turns away.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY SKYLINE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - DAY]
(Calleigh and Speedle are back inside the club.)
CALLEIGH: With the room clean, we can finally make some headway. Check out
this burn pattern on the stage floor. I guess the DJ was telling the truth
about that part of the story. He kicked one of the fountains over.
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] Close-up of the pyro burning. The DJ tries
to stomp it out. It knocks over. The curtain burns more. He runs. End of
flash. Resume to present.)
(Speedle is standing on a ladder and looks up at the ceiling.)
SPEEDLE: Well, he said the sparklers shot up ten feet. Ceiling's twelve, so
that's a little bit of give.
CALLEIGH: So the pyros kicked in, sprayed sparks towards the ceiling onto the
curtains, and then ignited the vapors from the rum.
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] Close-up of: The pyros burns. The curtains
catch fire and burn. End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Speedle looks down and around the area. He sees something.)
SPEEDLE: Hey, Calleigh. Look at that. That's a pour pattern. (Speedle steps
down.) Somebody poured rum on these curtains ... from here ... ...to there.
(Speedle and Calleigh head into the storage room.)
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - STORAGE ROOM - CONTINUOUS]
(The storage room is a mess.)
CALLEIGH: This room hasn't been cleared.
(Horatio joins them.)
HORATIO: You guys get anything?
SPEEDLE: Check that out. End table burned up from below.
HORATIO: That's interesting. Fire originated at the DJ's station, climbed up
and outward across the ceiling, maintaining a high burn, but in here ... in
here, the burn is low.
CALLEIGH: High burn in there, low burn in here.
HORATIO: Linked by a common accelerant. You guys smell that?
SPEEDLE: It's burnt flesh. It's everywhere.
HORATIO: Yeah, but it's more pronounced in here, isn't it? Excuse me.
(He kneels down in front of a pile of rubbish.)
HORATIO: A lot of drop down right in this area. Speed, you want to help me
with this?
(They move aside the piles and find a body.)
SPEEDLE: Whoa.
HORATIO: This could be the missing bartender.
CALLEIGH: Maybe he got caught in here during the fire.
SPEEDLE: Maybe he started it and got caught in the middle of it.
(They uncover more of the body and find a blood stain on the body's clothes.)
CALLEIGH: No, there's an awful lot of blood for a burn victim.
HORATIO: Yes, it certainly is a lot of blood. Someone could have started this
fire to cover a murder.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI-DADE CITY SKYLINE (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - STORAGE ROOM - DAY]
(Alexx looks at the body.)
ALEXX: Victim was stabbed. He's got multiple incised wounds, surrounded by
contusions. That, and the inconsistent pattern, tell me they weren't from a
knife blade.
HORATIO: A broken bottle?
ALEXX: Could be. Let's see.
(She looks into the wound and pulls out a piece of glass.)
ALEXX: Here you go. Colored glass. Amber. A shard may have punctured his
liver.
(Quick flash of: A broken bottle is jammed into someone's abdomen. End of
flash. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: Stabbers usually cut themselves in the act.
HORATIO: Okay, so that means we're going to have to sift through every piece of
debris that's been through this area.
SPEEDLE: It's separated by rooms outside. I'll go.
(Speedle leaves.)
ALEXX: No soot in his nose or mouth. He stopped breathing before the fire
broke out. Guess he didn't start it.
HORATIO: Well, we can't assume that yet, but what we can say is every time we
eliminate a suspect, another one pops up.
(Horatio's phone rings. He answers it.)
HORATIO: (to Alexx) Hang on. (to phone) Yeah?
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY]
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Squeeze play's paying off. The impound lot's getting a lot
of grief from our buddy, Quentin Haid.
HORATIO: How many times has he been there?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Going on four.
(He hangs up.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. IMPOUND YARD - DAY]
(Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp drive up to the impound yard. He parks the car
and they exit. They meet up with the worker.)
HORATIO: How you doing?
IMPOUND WORKER: Real good, thanks. Car's ready.
HORATIO: Where is it?
IMPOUND WORKER: Inside.
HORATIO: Okay. Give us a minute, will you?
IMPOUND WORKER: You betcha.
HORATIO: Thanks a lot.
(The worker leaves.)
HORATIO: Ready?
[INT. IMPOUND YARD - OFFICE - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(The Impound Worker walks up to Quentin Haid in the office.)
IMPOUND WORKER: Okay, Pete has released your car. You got to sign. Right
there.
(He hands the clipboard to Quentin Haid who signs it.)
IMPOUND WORKER: It's one garage to the back. It's all yours.
(He hands Quentin Haid the keys. Quentin takes it and heads out.)
(Quentin goes to his car. He opens the hood and lifts up the covering to the
spare tire. Inside is a lock box with the key inside. He opens the box and
inside is cash.)
HORATIO: They say ...
(Quentin looks up and find Horatio and Det. Frank Tripp there.)
HORATIO: That patience is a virtue. And it looks like the cash survived the
fire, huh?
QUENTIN HAID: You got a warrant?
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Don't need one if it's in plain sight.
HORATIO: And I see over $30,000 there. Not fifteen, like you said, so what's
up?
QUENTIN HAID: I thought the bitch might have stolen it out of my safe. And you
know what? I was right.
HORATIO: Here's the problem with that scenario: We found over twelve sets of
prints on that safe-- all you.
QUENTIN HAID: Ha. My own prints on my own safe? Big deal.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: You do that every night, don't you? Squirrel away a chunk so
it doesn't show up on the books.
HORATIO: Just like you did last night before you torched the place.
QUENTIN HAID: Never happened.
HORATIO: Why don't you let me decide that? In the meantime, I want you to hear
me. If I find out you did this, if you hired somebody to do this, if you stood
there and watched while it happened, I will get you. So, right now, I will
settle for pandering, but I want you to think about Jill while you're being
booked.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: Hands behind your back.
(Det. Frank Tripp cuffs Quentin Haid.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT -- DAY]
(Speedle walks outside along the building with his kit. The charred tables and
chairs and large pieces of wood from inside the club are stacked in piles.)
(Speedle walks up to the first pile and pulls out a bottle.)
(Quick flashes of: [NIGHT OF FIRE] In the club, the pyrotechnics flare.
Speedle is in the crowd watching the show. The alarms blare and people panic as
they run to the exits. End of flash. Resume to Speedle's eye.)
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] The night club is going up in flames as the
people inside scream, run for the exits and panic. The flames reach the club's
ceiling. End of flash. Resume to Speedle's eye.)
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] People run and scream in the burning club.
End of flash. Resume to present.)
(Speedle puts the bottle aside.)
(He picks up a woman's shoe.)
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] People run and crowd near the doors. End of
flash. Resume to Speedle.)
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] People scream and run. The crowd is trying
to get to the doors. End of flash. Resume to Speedle.)
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] People crowd near the doors as they scream.
The fire is higher. End of flash. Resume to Speedle.)
TIME LAPSE:
(Speedle has gone through the pile. He stacks up the bottles and other items
he's found. He stops and looks at the things.)
(The doors open. The Coroners wheel out the gurney with the body bag on it.)
(Speedle stands as Alexx steps outside accompanying the body.)
CORONERS: Got the door?
CORONERS: Yeah.
(Alexx signs the clipboard and motions for them to go.)
ALEXX: All right, right behind you guys.
(She walks out and heads for Speedle.)
(Speedle watches as the door swings shut without closing fully.)
(He thinks about it.)
(He sees the door swing shut without closing fully.)
ALEXX: Body's clear. Room's all yours.
(Speedle stares at the door. He doesn't answer her.)
ALEXX: Tim?
SPEEDLE: What?
ALEXX: You okay?
(Speedle walks over to the door. He points to the door.)
SPEEDLE: Look at this.
ALEXX: So it doesn't close.
SPEEDLE: It's weighted. Should close by itself, but it doesn't. And it didn't
the night of the fire.
(Quick flash to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] Alarms blare as people scream. Focus on the
unclosed door. End of flash. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: I was able to get out because it was open.
(Speedle pushes the door open a little. The door swings back, but doesn't
close.)
SPEEDLE: Light shined through. I remember trying to get people out of this
exit, but it was too close to the flames.
ALEXX: What are you getting at?
SPEEDLE: Somebody left the club in a hurry, right before the fire and forgot to
shut the door.
(Quick flashback to: Close-up of the door. The door opens and doesn't close
fully. End of flash. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: And maybe, just after he stabbed our bartender.
(Quick flashback to: Close-up of the door. The door opens and doesn't close
fully. End of flash. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: Yeah, the only problem is any blood would be too degraded by the fire.
ALEXX: But if you were the first one out once the fire started, you probably
touched the blood when it was still wet.
SPEEDLE: I didn't have any blood on my hands.
(Speedle looks at the door and remembers something else.)
SPEEDLE: Wait a minute ...
(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] People are running to the door Speedle
tries the door using his sleeve to push it open.)
SPEEDLE: (v.o.) I remember thinking that this was hot. I used my sleeve.
(He opens the door.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
ALEXX: You still have that shirt?
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - DAY]
(A trash bin is overturned and looked through.)
(Cut to: A second trash bin is overturned and looked through.)
(Cut to: Speedle looks through a third trash bin and finds the shirt. He
checks the sleeve and finds a blood stain on it.)
(Camera zooms into the blood stain.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - DNA LAB -- DAY]
(The sample is being run in the computer.)
NO MATCH FOUND
(The DNA Tech reports to Delko, Speedle and Det. Bernstein.)
DNA TECH: Well, the blood sample from Tim's shirt did have DNA, but no hit in
CODIS and nothing to match it to.
(Bernstein walks into the lab.)
DET. BERNSTEIN: Hey. Finished running background on the club employees. Check
this out. Danny Maxwell, our Bouncer. No criminal history, no pyro past, but
get this: He's a three-time loser.
(Speedle looks at the file.)
SPEEDLE: Applied three times over the last year to Miami-Dade Fire Rescue.
Rejected all three times.
DELKO: Whoa, back up, okay? I saw this guy run in from the front and try to
put out the fire. I mean, he pulled bodies with me.
SPEEDLE: Well, he does know the layout of the club and all about the doors.
DET. BERNSTEIN: And that blame would go to the owner or the DJ.
(Camera pulls back and we see that Horatio is in the room listening as well.)
HORATIO: He started the fire so he could pull people out because it was his
dream to be a hero, right?
SPEEDLE: And in the middle of it, he stabbed his witness: The bartender. I'll
get a warrant for his DNA, and I'll work him.
HORATIO: Hang on to that, Speed. Eric?
(Delko walks over to Horatio.)
HORATIO: Eric, you have the relationship with this guy. You can do it.
DELKO: Yeah. All right. Um, what about the warrant? He said he was going to
give blood today, so ...
HORATIO: Okay, but remember -- we are dealing with a firestarter, and they can
be very, I repeat, very unpredictable, all right?
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. HOSPITAL -- DAY]
(Danny walks into the room where they're giving blood. Danny Maxwell is in the
chair. A nurse is attending to him.)
WOMAN: (over P.A.) Dr. Schriber to NICU.
DANNY MAXWELL: Oh, hell, Mr. CSI. I must be in big trouble now.
DELKO: How's it going, Danny?
DANNY MAXWELL: Well, I had to wait in line half the day. You here to give?
DELKO: No, no. I got to ... I got to get myself psyched up. I, uh, never
donated blood before. I think I get enough on the job.
(The nurse tapes up Danny Maxwell's arm.)
NURSE: Okay, you can sit up now. Easy. Apply light pressure on the arm. See
you again in eight weeks?
DANNY MAXWELL: I'll be here. So how's the investigation going?
(He gets up and they both slowly make their way to the door.)
DELKO: It's looking like an accident. Possibly negligence. Your boss was into
some pretty shifty stuff, so we're bringing him up on a few charges.
DANNY MAXWELL: So that's why you're here.
DELKO: We wanted to see if we could count on you to testify as to what you saw
at the club.
DANNY MAXWELL: Definitely.
(Danny peels off the cotton taped to his arm. He tosses it in the bin.)
(Camera zooms into the bin and focuses on the cotton gauze with the blood on
it.)
DELKO: That's great. Well, uh, Danny, would you mind going down to CSI, giving
my boss a formal statement?
DANNY MAXWELL: Whatever you need, man.
DELKO: Appreciate it. I think I'm going to stay and donate some blood, do my
part.
DANNY MAXWELL: That's great. You could save three lives with one donation.
I'll see you there, man.
(Danny Maxwell leaves. Delko reaches into the trash bin and picks up the gauze
with the blood on it.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI -- LAB]
(Horatio walks into the lab where Calleigh is working.)
HORATIO: How's it going?
CALLEIGH: Well, the piece of soundproofing you gave me was indeed flame-
resistant at one time.
HORATIO: At one time, but ...
CALLEIGH: But we've recovered some trace and the soundproofing was covered with
it.
HORATIO: The Fire Marshall did say there was a compliance issue and that he
ordered the owner to get the flame-resistant foam. The receipt backs that up.
CALLEIGH: Well, Mr. Compliance did in fact get the safe stuff originally, but
he altered it with things like acetone, propane, other ingredients, if you get
my drift.
HORATIO: I get your drift.
CALLEIGH: I'd love to be there when you tell him.
HORATIO: His insurance guy's going to love it even more.
CALLEIGH: He's not in custody?
HORATIO: His attorney popped him out this morning, and the first call he made
was about his policy.
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI -- DNA LAB - DAY]
(Delko walks into the DNA Lab.)
DELKO: Toni. What do you have for me?
TONI: News you can use. Blood from the shirt Tim gave me matches the sample
you got from the blood bank.
DELKO: Okay, that's good. Thanks.
(He turns and leaves the lab where he steps out into the hallway to catch
Horatio.)
[INT. CSI - HALLWAY - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
DELKO: H.
HORATIO: Mm-hmm?
DELKO: All signs point to Danny Maxwell. You want to run him over the coals?
HORATIO: It's your interrogation, Eric. But, uh ... you've gained his trust.
Now use it on him.
(Horatio walks away. Delko sighs. He turns and heads back.)
CUT TO:
[INT. CSI - INTERVIEW ROOM -- DAY]
(Delko and Det. Bernstein interview Danny Maxwell.)
DANNY MAXWELL: Kill someone? I saved lives. Eric, you were there. You saw
me. I-I should be getting a medal, not the third degree.
SPEEDLE: That's an ironic choice of words.
DELKO: Look, Danny, prove us wrong. Show us the palms of your hands.
SPEEDLE: He's not going to do that, 'cause he's hiding a cut from stabbing the
one witness to his crime.
DELKO: Look, it's okay. Really, it doesn't matter. We found your blood on the
back exit door.
DANNY MAXWELL: So?
SPEEDLE: So that puts you back there before the fire and after you stabbed the
bartender.
DANNY MAXWELL: But how would you even be able to match my ... ? (He turns and
looks at Delko.) I see. Guess you didn't donate blood after all. You took it.
DELKO: Your trash; my evidence, along with a rejected application to Miami-Dade
Fire. (reads) "Nothing in this applicant's profile stands out sufficiently to
recommend him for employment," etcetera, etcetera. You started the fire to be a
hero so you could finally get into the department?
SPEEDLE: I'm really sorry that didn't work out for you, pal.
(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] Danny Maxwell pours rum all over the
curtains.)
SPEEDLE: (v.o.) You doused those curtains ... and then you timed it just right
so that when the pyro sparked, it would light your fire.
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
DELKO: Alcohol isn't typically used as an accelerant because the vapors aren't
as strong as those of a heavy hydrocarbon, like gasoline. You knew that. You
knew the dogs wouldn't pick up on the scent, also.
SPEEDLE: Somebody else did.
(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] The Bartender walks along the back and
sees the wet floor. He leans over and smells it. He follows the wet trail into
the storage room where he finds Danny putting the bottle of rum back on the
shelf.)
BARTENDER: Danny? What the hell are you doing?
(Danny attacks the Bartender. He slams him up against the shelf and breaks the
bottle. They fight and the Bartender gets cut.)
(Danny has a cut in the middle of the palm of his hand.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
(Danny looks at the infected cut in the middle of the palm of his hand.)
(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] Danny drags the Bartender's body into the
storage room. He douses the body with alcohol.)
DJ SCORPIOUS: (o.s.) Yo, y'all, let's kick it trance style with a new test
press from my boys from my-mo -- d-day bomb squad!
(Danny leaves the tilted bottles on the can and closes the door as he leaves.)
(He heads out the door leaving bloody prints on the handle as it closes.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
SPEEDLE: You thought it was just going to be a nice little fire, and you could
race on outside and come back in and put it out.
(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] The alarms ring. Danny uses a fire
extinguisher and works on putting the fire out.)
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
DANNY MAXWELL: You just don't ... understand. I was born ... to be a fireman
... like my ... like my dad, like my grandfather. I was born to help people.
DELKO: Yeah, well, a real firefighter would've known that there are a hundred
variables that can turn a controlled fire into a chain of disaster,
(Quick flashback to: [NIGHT OF FIRE] The curtains catch on fire.)
DELKO: (v.o.) ... starting with the flammable stage curtain.
(The DJ turns and starts stamping on the fire.)
SPEEDLE: (v.o.) Yeah, and the fact that the DJ happened to kick one sparkler
into your accelerant and light the place up like a tinder box.
(The people run to the door.)
WOMAN: This way!
MAN: Get to the door!
DELKO: (v.o.) And the club owner happened to chain the exits.
(The people rush to the exits and finds it chained.)
MAN: It's locked! It's locked!
(End of flashback. Resume to present.)
DANNY MAXWELL: I needed to stand out.
DELKO: Yeah, well, I guess you stand out now.
CUT TO:
[EXT. VARIOUS MIAMI (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. HOSPITAL - NURSE'S STATION - DAY]
(The door opens. Delko walks in.)
DELKO: Hi.
NURSE: Hey.
DELKO: I'd like to donate blood in honor of Connie Wilkes.
NURSE: Sure. Would you like a notification card to be sent to her family?
DELKO: No, no, that's okay. It's just for me.
NURSE: Okay.
CUT TO:
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT -- DAY]
(Horatio drives up the street and parks in front of the burned club. In front
alongside the wall are flowers and a small memorial left to those who died
there. Horatio takes his glasses off a pauses for a moment. He goes inside.)
[INT. CLUB DESCENT - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(He walks in and finds Det. Frank Tripp already there along with Quentin Haid
and the Insurance Appraiser.)
QUENTIN HAID: Ha. What did I do now, park in the red zone?
HORATIO: We've been able to prove that the fire was set intentionally. Your
bouncer, Danny Maxwell, will be held responsible.
QUENTIN HAID: Ah, so you were wrong about me.
HORATIO: Not entirely. This is a piece of soundproofing that you spray-painted
to pretty up your club, in defiance of the Fire Marshall and defrauding your
insurance company, right?
INSURANCE APPRAISER: If any false information were filed intentionally, or
alterations made to the property without consent, the policy will be negated.
HORATIO: So you will never, ever get insurance again, and you will never open
another club.
DET. FRANK TRIPP: And even if you manage to stay out of jail, which we doubt,
you'll spend the next ten to twenty years in and out of court. Last count,
sixty-seven plaintiffs filed a wrongful death civil suit against you.
HORATIO: And I know at least one judge that will love to be there for that.
(Horatio turns and leaves.)
[EXT. CLUB DESCENT - FRONT - DAY - CONTINUOUS]
(Horatio steps outside. Ronnie Jameson walks up to him.)
RONNIE JAMESON: Horatio.
HORATIO: Hey, Ronnie. You okay? What's the matter?
RONNIE JAMESON: I'm going to resign. Wanted you to be the first to know.
HORATIO: Ronnie ... you could not have prevented what happened in there.
RONNIE JAMESON: All those souls, Horatio ...
HORATIO: I understand that, but we need more good men, not less, and now more
than ever, you know that.
RONNIE JAMESON: About the guilt?
HORATIO: Ronnie ... Ronnie, the guilt keeps us sharp. It makes us better.
Now, will you at least think about this?
RONNIE JAMESON: Thanks, Horatio.
(Ronnie Jameson leaves. Horatio turns and sees a man and a woman leaving
flowers at the memorial.)
(He puts his glasses on.)
FADE TO BLACK.
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TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
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CSI: MIAMI
1X22: TINDER BOX
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 05/05/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD
Starring:
DAVID CARUSO as Horatio Caine
EMILY PROCTER as Calleigh Duquesne
ADAM RODRIGUEZ as Eric Delko
KHANDI ALEXANDER as Alexx Woods
with
RORY COCHRANE as Tim Speedle
Created by ANTHONY E. ZUIKER, ANN DONAHUE, CAROL MENDELSOHN
Starring
REX LINN as Det. Frank Tripp
MICHAEL WHALEY as Det. Bernstein
BEN BROWDER as Danny Maxwell
RICHARD EDSON as Quentin Haid
JOHN F. O'DONOHUE as Ronnie Jameson
ROBERT BELTRAN as Judge Javier Ojeda
WILLIAM LEE SCOTT as DJ Scorpius
NATALIA CIGLIUTI as Toni
Music Composed by: GRAEME REVELL
Edited by MARK C. BALDWIN
Production Designer: CAROLS BARBOSA
Director of Photography: DERMOTT D. DOWNS
Co-Producer: FRANK BALLOU
Co-Producer: BRUCE GOLIN
Co-Producer: LOIS JOHNSON
Producer: STEVEN MAEDA
Producer: JOE CHAPPELLE
Supervising Producer: MARK ISRAEL
Consulting Producer: ELIZABETH DEVINE
Co-Executive Producer: LAURIE McCARTHY
Co-Executive Producer: DANNY CANNON
Executive Producer: DAVID BLACK
Executive Producer: SAM STRANGIS
Executive Producer: JONATHAN LITTMAN
Executive Producer: NANCY MILLER
Written by COREY MILLER
Directed by CHARLIE CORRELL
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END CREDITS
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Executive Producer: JERRY BRUCKHEIMER
Executive Producer: ANTHONY E. ZUIKER
Executive Producer: CAROL MENDELSOHN
Executive Producer: ANN DONAHUE
JERRY BRUCKHEIMER Television
Alliance Atlantis Productions Inc.
CBS Productions, Inc.
Co-Starring
LISA GERBER as Veronica
JACLYN GUTIERREZ as Connie Wilkes
RICHARD ROMERO as Pablo Griffith
HEATHER SALMON as Blood Bank Nurse
CRAIG KVINSLAND as Johnny Brosnan
BILL DOYLE as Insurance Appraiser
Line Producer: JEAN HIGGINS
Associate Producer: GINA LAMAR
Associate Producer: SCOTT LAUTANEN
Casting by: NAN DUTTON SELLS & JOHN A. AIELLO, C.S.A.
Original Casting by: ROBERT ULRICH, C.S.A., ERIC DAWSON, C.S.A., CAROL KRITZER,
C.S.A.
Story Editor: GWENDOLYN PARKER
Unit Production Manager: JEAN HIGGINS
First Assistant Director: GARY DAIGLER
Second Assistant Directors: NANCY P. TOWNSEND
Costume Designer: MYNKA DRAPER
Forensics Consultant: JOHN HAYNES
Production Sound Mixers: DONOVAN DEAR
Script Supervisor: CLAUDIA YARMY
Special Make-Up Effects: MATTHEW W. MUNGLE / KAREN IVERSON
Art Directors: TIM BEACH
Set Decorator: CINDY COBURN-ROTH
Construction Coordinator: JOHN KERSEY
Special Effects Coordinators: GARY D'AMICO
Property Master: MIKE SEXTON / DOUG POOLE
Key Grip: JOEY KRAFT
Gaffer: JEFF ZUCKER
Key Make-Up Artist: PEGGY TEAGUE
Key Hairstylist: TERRY ROBBINS
Camera Operator: MIKE GENNE
2ND 2ND Assistant Director: ROBYN WILLEY
Location Manager: MAC GORDON
Costume Supervisor: BRIAN MAHON
Transportation Coordinator: BOB CAWLEY
2ND Unit: MICHAEL PHIRMAN
Colorist: GARETH COOK
Supervising Sound Editor: MATTHEW SAWELSON
Music Supervisor: JASON ALEXANDER
Assistant Editor: MICHAEL FRIEDLANDER
Post Production Supervisor: MICKIE REUSTER
Loop Group: THE REEL TEAM
Dialogue Editor: TODD NIESEN
ADR Editor: RUTH ADELMAN
Sound Effects Editor: BRAD KATONA
Re-Recording Mixers: YURI REESE / BILL SMITH
Music Editor: ASHLEY REVELL
Visual Effects Supervisors: MARC LEIDY / LARRY DETWILER
Digital Effects by STARGATE DIGITAL
Computer Playback and Graphics by E=MC2
High Definition Post Production by ENCORE
Film Laboratories by FOTOKEM
Post Production Sound Provided by TODD STUDIOS
Filmed at EL SEGUNDO STUDIOS
"Won't Get Fooled Again"
by Pete Townshend
Performed by The Who
The persons and events portrayed in this film are fictitious. Any similarity to
actual persons, living or dead, or any events is unintentional.
(c) 2003 CBS Worldwide Inc., and Alliance Atlantis Productions, Inc. All Rights
Reserved.
CBS Broadcasting Inc, and Alliance Atlantis Productions Inc, are the authors of
this program for the purposes of copyright and other laws.
Dated:12/23/2004~lky
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