CSI: Miami

So, that is when they said,

"We need you for our December cover."

But I... I said no.

I mean, I could have children someday.

Mm. Children are... They're nice.

But not your cup of tea.

Well, there's...

No apologies.

No one loves a shallow sexual

relationship more than me.

This is good to know.

Hello.

Uh-oh.

Yes, it's me.

What's the matter?

You didn't expect to see me here tonight?

And we have five more minutes, or actually,

uh, we four minutes and 34 seconds.

Do you want me to try to explain?

I would love an explanation.

Ready, set, go.

Financial planner.

Um, I own

my own condo outright.

Never been married.

Probably 'cause I work seven days a week.

I know.

You know?

You were

Rebecca #7 at the Biscayne Grill.

Right.

Uh, excuse me.

May I get another one of these, please?

Oh, you're one of those.

Probably can't hold your attention

for more five seconds.

Alexx,

who do we have?

Richard Laken, 35 years old.

Based on his cash, robbery was not the motive.

Was he bludgeoned?

Can't tell with what.

I'll have to get

a good look at these subdural injuries.

His car was vandalized, suggesting a murder of passion.

Wasn't enough just to kill him?

Patrol called it in.

Owner says the last people

that saw him alive are long gone.

Was he alone?

No, he was with about 30 people.

They had some sort of matchmaker party here last night.

Matchmaker in South Beach?

Bunch of singles get together, play musical chairs.

Get to know each other over drinks.

Have a date every five minutes.

They call it speed-dating.

Owner says our victim had 15 dates.

Well, you know what they say, Frank.

Speed kills.

Cell phone's off.

Rigor indicates he's been here at least six hours.

Looks like a scorecard for the ladies.

Checked every nook and cranny on this block.

No murder weapon. Well, it may have had

some value for the killer, and they took it with them.

Calleigh, I smell acetone.

Acetone with a hint of lemon.

I think it's nail polish remover.

Whoever vandalized the car was probably female.

That would be half our speed-daters.

Yes, it would.

Frank, it is time to talk to the owner.

Thank you, ladies.

This stuff is supposed to be confidential.

You're putting me in a really bad position here.

That's my specialty.

All right, look,

what do you want again?

I want the list

of everybody that sat with my victim.

The names are on my sign-up roster.

There are 15 women, 15 men.

I'd have to look for it.

I suggest that you do.

Do you recall Richard Laken

in any altercations?

Like bruised egos, broken hearts,

a drink in the face?

You know, I'm not a chaperone.

I spend the night catching up on paperwork.

Here are the applications from last night's participants.

Phone and addresses are in there.

Okay, a paralegal...

a web designer, flight attendant,

financial planner.

Demanding jobs.

People don't have time to date.

Wait a second, Frank.

Mary Kinnan, hair stylist.

A hair stylist, Frank...

she has an access to acetone, doesn't she?

Guy's car was dunked in it.

Yes. Take Eric and find out

what made Mary so unhappy in under five minutes.

All right.

We're looking

for Mary Kinnan.

Is she here?

In the house I built but don't live in?

You bet you. Help yourself.

What's in the box?

Well, you want to know, call your lawyer.

Oh, fine, I'll do that, and I'll stick you

with the legal fees.

He dumped me four months ago for a site manager,

and he's surprised that I want the house.

We understand you attended a speed-dating event last night.

I did.

There might be a lot of fish in the sea,

but I can't be reeling them in one at a time.

I've got three kids in there.

You know Richard Laken?

Yes.

He was murdered last night

outside the Neuron Lounge.

Oh, my God.

I...

Um...

we met a couple months ago at-at a night,

and then we had a few real dates after that.

Someone also vandalized his car with acetone,

an ingredient you use as a hairstylist.

Wait a minute.

You think that...?

Yeah, we do.

And we'd like to search the premises

to see if we find any acetone.

Okay.

Okay, I threw acetone on his car.

No. Richard told me

that he was getting back together with his ex,

and then I see him last night

at speed-dating, playing the field.

And so, you were mad?

No, I was insulted.

And during the break, I went outside to make a point.

Okay, it was... it was stupid,

I know, all right?

But I went... I went

back inside, and-and that was it.

Look, I watched him get up and leave

right after the final bell.

He didn't even turn his card in, and-and he was alive, okay?

You know why he ran out?

I figured he didn't want to see me again.

All right.

Appreciate it.

I'll call Horatio, tell him something

had our victim on the run.

All right, I'm gonna check her story.

What you doing?

Confirming Mary Kinnan's story.

She poured at least four liters of acetone

on Richard Laken's car.

It was evaporated in 30 minutes.

Yeah. It was gone when we got there.

So, if Richard Laken was murdered

while his car was being vandalized,

the acetone would have still been wet

and dripped on his shoe.

I checked.

There's not a drop.

Meaning she ruined his paint job at intermission,

not at the end of the night.

Meaning, our divorcee was telling the truth.

Hey, guys, Alexx called up.

Said Richard Laken's on deck.

You go.

To the autopsy?

Yeah, to the autopsy.

What, are you scared?

No, not at all.

I'll go.

Thanks, guys.

Have fun.

It's a head trauma, right?

Uh-huh.

This Richard Laken?

Heard you're the man today.

I've observed autopsies before.

Once.

As a student through the glass.

Then step right up.

You see the contusions on the forearms?

Had to be antemortem

He was trying to defend himself.

What is it?

I don't know, but it's silver,

and there's a lot of it.