CSI: Miami

Horatio.

I didn't know

this was your parish.

Well, Father, when the...

when the Cardinal from New York

makes a surprise visit to Miami,

word gets around.

You coming to confess a new sin?

No... same one.

You're angry.

Father, I am... I am confused.

Guilt... takes many forms.

Father, I have been over this

and over this a thousand times,

and I am certain with every fiber in my body that I couldn't have done anything differently.

I told you when you came to me

those many years ago

with blood on your hands

that it isn't about the life that you took.

It's about the lives you make right in the here and now. And that's what God is judging you on.

I know what my penance is.

So why are you here?

I need you to tell me.

When you've done enough, Horatio,

you'll know.

Let us pray.

Oh, my God...

I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee...

and I detest all my sins

because I dread the loss of Heaven and the pains of Hell.

Most of all because I have offended Thee, my God...

Sorry about the causeway traffic, man.

Let's go.

Can you take these off?

You know I can't do that.

Madre, Please!

Stop!

Stop now!

Fuentes!

Madre.

To confess my sins, to do penance...

Father...

I... have to go.

Yo, come on!

Hang on.

Yeah, I have got shots fired at Holy Redeemer Cemetery. Suspect is leaving by the main gate.

I need rescue and backup right now.

Here we go.

We don't get fooled again.

Don't get fooled again.

No, no.

Frank.

Guy pops out of a casket,

and shoots Aberto Fuentes here.

Had to be some sort of a switch.

Send a detective unit to the mortuary, please.

Aberto's got ink, Horatio.

Looks like a pitchfork.

It is a pitchfork.

He's Mala Noche, guys.

What was he in prison for, Frank?

Relatives said cocaine distribution.

Thought the Noches weren't allowed to sell drugs.

Gang rule.

Which means his own gang killed him.

How much does an escort guard cost for a family funeral?

10K in a cashier's check.

Let's find out who ponied up the money for Aberto here, all right?

I'll talk to the prison and get back to you.

The FBI considers the Mala Noche the most dangerous crime organization in the United States, ladies and gentlemen.

They stay away from drugs to avoid deportation,

but what they specialize in is murder for hire, extortion...

the list goes on.

In short

they are Miami's new Mafia.

Now, I must tell you that they have already killed six police officers.

Trying to scare us, Horatio?

Born in the Nicaraguan wars, they have no fear.

So anyone not interested, I'll understand.

We're in if you're in.

Okay, good. Eric, the hearse.

The thing's a tank. It's probably halfway up 95 by now.

Check the road. I may have hit it.

Done.

Oh, um...

I forgot. Welcome back.

That is a lot of firepower.

These guys are serious gangsters.

Mafia, my ass.

If you ask me, they're a bunch of cowards who shot innocent people attending a funeral.

You know what, you don't have to see these casings to know they were using an automatic, either.

Oh, are you collecting DNA?

Yeah.

According to the witness, he was wearing a bandana.

The guy was lying in the casket, waiting.

No way was he wearing a bandana.

Good obs.

I'm going to go help Delko.

How about a quote?

Hey, you, get behind the tape, please.

Rookie cop already confirmed that it was the Noches.

This is a crime scene. You want to get arrested?

Let's pack it up, guys.

Does this mean we're not having dinner again?

Erica, you made me look like a slime bag in front of my colleagues last month.

You can forget dinner and you can forget anything.

Now go.

All right.

You don't have to get all Bith on me.

Horatio.

Yeah.

I got a name on Aberto's benefactor.

Star Island. What a nice address, Frank.

Michelle Burke?

Who let you in?

Miami-Dade, ma'am.

Do you know him?

Oh, my God, he's...

Yeah, he was shot today at his mother's funeral.

Prison officials said that you put up the money for Aberto's escort from the prison to the funeral.

A funeral you didn't attend.

We broke up when he went on the inside. The money was a favor.

A favor to who? Aberto or the man who killed him?

What?

If you think I set him up...

If you think getting passed around by a bunch of criminals is going to give you street cred with your Richie Rich friends,

well, guess again.

'Cause right now you're an accomplice to murder.

I want to know who the shooter is.

I don't know his real name.

He went by "Diablo."

When was the last time you spoke to Diablo?

I've been calling him all morning.

He's not answering.

Here's what I want you to do.

The minute he calls you, you call me.

Do you understand?

I know that Horatio hit the tank, but the leak stopped.

There's no way they stopped to fix it.

No, no. Gas rushes to one end.

Because the tank isn't full.

Are you extrapolating the rate of the leak to get the escape radius?

Yeah. I'm estimating a six-percent grade would be sufficient to stop the leakage.

Okay, so if the tank capacity is 18 gallons,

the engine burns 14 miles a gallon, and you've got a 200-yard continuous leak...

Gives us a five-mile radius on the house.

Okay, I'll call dispatch, put out a broadcast.

Two suspects armed, extremely dangerous.

Get in touch with H.

Ma'am?

Are you okay, ma'am?

They took our car.

I try not to give them the keys.

Where are the car keys?

I don't know.

Give us the keys.

Or I'll break your jaw.

I'll call rescue. Put a broadcast out on the family car.

Horatio, there's lunch on this table, and the food's still warm.

Ma'am, where is the family?

They have a panic room.

Please don't leave me.

Please.

I won't leave you, ma'am.

Who are they?!

It's okay, ma'am. They're going to take you to the hospital and get you checked out.

It's okay.

Checked out?

Yes, a forensics nurse is going to take some samples.

I can't do that.

It is the best way to find out who did this to you.

I'm pregnant.

All I care about is my baby.

Ma'am, it won't hurt the baby.

I can't take that chance.

Um... okay.

I'll find another way.

Miami-Dade Police.

You can come out now.

Your house has been secured.

Come on, boys.

Thank God you're here.

Yeah. We're lucky we have a panic room.

Your housekeeper wasn't so lucky.

She was downstairs when they crashed the front gate.

I had to protect my boys.

Is Celia all right?

Couple of thugs had a go at her while you guys were hiding out. What do you think?

Hang on a second, guys.

Aren't you coming with me?

I'm going to be right behind you, Celia.

Bag the sheets from the gurney. They're critical.

I'll bag and seal them myself.

Appreciate it.

Lieutenant Caine.

Mr. Livingston.

Is Celia going to be all right?

She'd be a lot better if you would have let her in that crawlspace of yours.

I just... my family...

Do you have medical insurance for your employees?