CSI: Miami

Ladies, what's going on? Y'all are looking real good. That's one of ours, right?

Oh, look who's here.

How are you, hey.

Man, wait, wait, wait!

Slow down, man! This a no-wake zone!

Come on, what's wrong? Are you crazy? Slow down!

It's a no-wake zone! Slow down!

You gonna hurt somebody one of these days.

Idiots, man.

Can't have nothing nice these days. You know what I'm saying?

Oye, Stevie. Not too close to the water, okay, Honey?

All right, Mom.

More champagne?

It's a party, man.

Stevie!

Yo, is anybody a'ight?

Mom?

- Horatio? - Yeah?

The name of our Vic is Jennifer Valdez, 26.

She was a guest of the owner of the house, a Dennis De Labeque, a.k.a. "Deuce Deuce."

Awful lot of guests at this party, Frank.

Well. Mr. De Labeque is an entrepreneur.

He got famous producing partie in South Beach for movie stars and pro athletes.

He was hosting his own party today to launch his new fashion line.

- Anyone see anything? - Uh, yeah. Possibly two suspects.

A driver and a shooter, but you know how that goes, everybody runs for cover.

So, no hard IDs. What about the owner?

Well, Mr. De Labeque is only saying that the gunfire came from the bayside from a passing cigarette boat.

Okay, but that's a whole lot of gunfire to kill one woman though.

Well, it's unlikely our victim was the target.

Not from that distance either.

So that means the shooter was aiming at the whole party, and not the individual.

Which basically means we've got a drive-by.

A drive-by... Miami style.

Looks like she was killed by a single gunshot.

Got an exit wound.

Through-and-through.

Broken glass, multiple bullet strikes, sporadic gunfire.

Sporadic is right.

Guy didn't care who he hit.

Stevie!

He's going to care. He bought himself a murder charge.

All right, I'm going to go find that through-and-through.

Amen.

Mr. De Labeque, do you have y enemies?

Make a list.

Lot of haters out there, they don't like to see a brother that's doing good.

Any of these "haters" ever threaten you?

Come on, man, I stay in the positive, a'ight.

Unfortunately, Jennifer Valdez doesn't have that luxury anymore, does she?

You know what is killing me about Jennifer?

What's that?

It's that she got dealt a bad hand.

But now it all falls on Stevie.

Who is Stevie?

It's her little shorty, man.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Stevie, my name's Horatio Caine and I was wondering

How you're doing?

Okay. All righty.

Um, I want to get you a ride home, but I don't know if you have a relative in the area, do you?

All right, I'll work on that.

Did you, Stevie, see the man who did the shooting?

No?

Okay, all right, partner.

I'll, um, I'll go see about that ride, okay?

He had a black gun.

Stevie? Do you think you could come with me and take a look at some pictures?

Will they put the siren on?

You want the siren?

Okay, I'm going to tell them that Stevie wants the siren.

- All right. - Okay, pal.

- H. - Yeah?

Coast Guard just spotted our cigarette boat headed out towards open water just past Key Biscayne.

Okay, get Frank and go.

Vessel off our port bow. Heave to and be prepared to be boarded.

Why you coming at me all hard for, man?

Like I'm a criminal or something, dawg.

Aside from the fact that you have no registration for that boat, it was involved in a shooting over by Star Island today.

What? Man, I ain't blast nobody.

Driving a boat that was used in a murder?

Doesn't make much difference if you pulled the trigger or not, does it?

I found that boat, like, a half hour ago, man.

It was sitting there running. I took it for a ride.

Where was it just sitting?

I ain't going to do your job for no One Time.

All right.

Suit yourself, Eight Mile. Turn around.

Whatever, man.

Officer.

He'll give it up eventually.

Doesn't really matter. We've got his boat.

I thought I was going to look at pictures of a gun.

Well, you know, sometimes, Stevie, when somebody is very scared,

all they see is the gun.

But if they think really hard, they can see the face behind the gun.

I shouldn't have been so close to the water.

Stevie.

This is not your fault. That's not why this happened.

You get that?

Okay.

You continue to look at the pictures. I'll be back.

Hey, Delko? Get anything?

Couple of partials. Might give us one of our suspects.

Somebody was getting busy.

Must be 30 cartridges down there.

Yeah, it's all nine mil.

Guy thought he was Tony Montana.

There's no gun on board, so I'm thinking he dumped it somewhere in the Bay.

Hey, Delko, take a look at this.

Two bullet strikes on the outside.

Maybe someone from the party.

House full of urbanites, you know, probably all packing.

What, am I wrong?

Easy, big fella, all right?

Well, somebody took a couple pops at this boat.

It's got to be somebody from the party.

Well, the question is, were they returning fire, or initiating it?

Hold on a second, man.

So wait, I get shot at, but yet I'm treated Ike a suspect?

Someone from your party, Dennis, shot at the boat.

Lieutenant.

That is gun shot residue.

Who, Dennis, were you shooting at?

I was defending myself.

- So they shot first? - Of course they shot first.

But if a punk busts off on me, you better believe I'm going to bust back.

Dennis, you're holding out on me.

You know who did the drive-by, don't you?

Look, man, I handle my own business, all right?

Our victim just made this my business.

If I get caught up in a murder trial, that means I got to testify.

I got a clothing line now. I got housewares.

You don't see Calvin Klein caught up in no Star Island murder.

It's bad for business, man.

I suggest that you start thinking about what's best for this little boy.

So who am I looking for?

He's an old partner of mine from back in the day.

We used to produce parties and stuff together, you know, trying to out-puff Puffy.

What's his name?

Byron Middlebrook.

Calls himself "B. Slick."

I need B. Slick's address, and I need your gun.

Stevie?

It's him.

Are you okay, partner?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Stevie...

I'm sorry.

There's no need to apologize.

Is he going to get me, too?

Stevie, he is never going to hurt you again. Okay?

All right.

That's Detective Salas.

You're going to go with her and get cleaned up, and I'll talk to you later.

- Okay. - All right

He can make an ID?

Yes, but I'd like to keep it between you and I for the time being, if you don't mind. Okay?

- All right. - I'll be back partner.

Hey.

- The boat thief? - Vanilla Ice?

Threatened to throw his ass in a holding tank with real gangsters.

He folded like it was laundry day.

- Where'd he get the boat? - Virginia Key.

Delko and I are headed over there right now. How 'bout you?

I am going to go get the shooter.

Down on the ground!

Byron Middlebrook. You are under arrest, my friend.

You got the wrong guy, man.

That's not what your ex-partner Deuce Deuce says.

Why you believe what he's sayin'?

Because he's the one that's talking.

Horatio, I caught your case.

Byron Middlebrook, a.k.a. "B. Slick," is going in propria persona.

He's defending himself?

Yeah. I'd say he has a fool for a client, except for the fact that he spent three years behind bars.

In the law library, right, Don?

Well, he knows enough to ask for arraignment, prelim and bail all in one hearing.

So the clock is ticking.

Whether we have our evidence ready or not.

Don, my witness will be there.

Mr. De Labeque, can you identify the man who shot at Jennifer Valdez? Is he in the courtroom?

Yes, he is. He's right there.

Let the record reflect that the witness identified the defendant, Byron Middlebrook.

No further questions.

Cross?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Middlebrook, I caution you one more time against defending yourself.

Are you sure you want to continue without an attorney?

Judge... I done spent more time in courtrooms than this here legal secretary you assigned to baby- sit me.

I'm an attorney with the Public Defender's Office.

Ms. Reynoso is not baby-sitting. She is assisting you in court procedure.

That's all good, Judge.

So, uh, procedurally, I got no questions for this... witness... today.

If there's no affirmative defense, I'm holding you to answer for the murder count.

Bail is set at $500,000.

The defendant will post said bail forthwith.

The witness may step down.

Hey, fool, I'll see your sorry ass at trial.