CSI: Miami

I'm going to kill him! Okay, Sugar Bean...

Dad, I'm not 11! All right, you're overreacting.

Overreacting? It's my wedding day.

The happiest day of my life!

I-I'm wearing a custom wedding gown,

there are over a hundred guests waiting

for me to make my grand entrance

and Charlie is nowhere to be found.

God, how could he do this to me?

Ugh, everyone we know is in there.

What are they going to think? Who cares what they think?

Yeah, the groomsmen are missing, too.

They're probably all just laughing at me.

You know, maybe they're late, maybe they got a flat tire.

And why wouldn't he call?

No, he better be dead or dying,

because if I see him I am going to

wring his neck! Not a good way to start a marriage.

Please, Dad, just find him! All right, all right.

Did you dial 911? Yes.

They're over there in the fountain.

I think they're dead.

I didn't let anybody touch anything.

"Preserve the crime scene."

I'm studying forensics online.

Give me some room, people.

Move out!

What the...?

Blood in the fountain's human.

It doesn't belong to these two.

They're nursing a couple of

prizewinning hangovers.

Could you keep your voice down, please?

Looks like the blood came from their clothing.

And judging by the large volume of it in the water...

Somebody is dead.

So, gentlemen, how did the blood get in the fountain?

We don't know.

Who cuffed you together?

I've had blackouts before, but never like this.

Sounds like a case of instant amnesia.

The kind brought on by,

"I just did something big-time illegal

and I don't want to get caught""

Okay, let's start with your names.

What are your names?

I'm Jack Williams,

this is Sean Anderson.

What is the last thing you remember? Last night.

We were with our friend, Charlie.

It was his bachelor party.

We're his groomsmen and... The three of us

were just having a good time, you know?

I don't know how we ended up in the fountain.

Where the hell's the groom?

Today's his wedding.

Oh, my God, you don't think this could be his blood, do you?

I know why you want these.

Kim, we found some blood.

And we need to determine if it belongs to your fiancé.

Is Charlie dead?

I honestly don't know.

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All right.

Put your hands together.

Wait, what are you doing?

You two are suspects in a possible murder.

You're going down to PD.

We already told you we don't remember anything.

Well, not remembering doesn't mean not guilty.

Put them in separate cars.

I don't want them working out their stories.

And get their blood drawn for a tox screen.

Did Charlie express any reservations

about getting married?

I thought he stood me up.

I even wished he was dead.

But Charlie, he... he would never just take off.

Tell me about the best man.

You know that Jack and Charlie

didn't speak for an entire year.

Really?

Why is that?

Charlie's nonprofit sued Jack's client.

Won a big settlement.

What about Sean?

We went on one date in college,

and he fell madly in love.

He just... he couldn't move on.

He never wanted me to marry Charlie.

The blood work came back on dumb and dumber.

Ah, tested positive for Scopolamine.

"Devil's Breath."

It's actually a pretty popular drug in the L.A. club scene.

Keeps you lucid, but it also hampers memory retention

for the hours just before and after you take it.

Especially when mixed with alcohol.

So they are telling the truth. They really don't remember.

No, guess we're going to have to rely on the evidence

to tell us what happened last night.

In there.

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Hey, you've got these weird green flakes

on your pants.

Almost look like, uh... confetti.

Okay, let's empty your pockets.

I have no idea how this got here.

We can test the DNA, see if the blood is from our missing groom.

You remember being at a club last night?

No.

You got a stamp here from the club at the Ciel Bleu Hotel.

I don't even know what that is.

Now we know where you guys stayed last night.

How about we take a little trip?

See if we can't jog your memory.

I don't know, Horatio. So far I'm finding

that every one of these blood samples has been contaminated.

Contaminated by what?

Contaminated by the chlorine in the fountain.

Those two guys were soaked head to toe.

So the chemical was so strong

it destroyed the DNA. Yeah.

And it only takes an hour or so for the damage to be done.

And I don't think that there's a single usable piece of DNA here.

Okay, we cannot confirm that the blood belongs to the groom.

No, not yet.

I'm still looking.

I still have half of these samples to test yet.

Wait a minute.

Is that the piece of paper from the best man's pocket?

Yeah, it is.

I couldn't get any DNA from it. Okay.

Let's get it to Walter. There may be writing on it.

You think he's alive?

Let's hope so.

Miami-Dade PD!

Charlie King! Charlie?!

Looks like a bomb went off in here.

I've got something.

Wedding tuxes.

I got a suitcase with dead weight.

It's bowling balls.

What the hell were these guys doing?

I have found no evidence of blood.

Yeah, nothing to indicate Charlie King was murdered here.

I'm gonna radio down and have them send up Sean,

see if he can help us with anything. All right.

The doorman from the hotel nightclub said

that the three of you charged your cover to this room.

Does anything look familiar?

You know, I don't really remember much after we checked in.

What about these?

They yours?

Don't look at me.

I'm a married man.

There's some sort of a design logo on there.

What do you think that is, a teardrop?

I think that's supposed to be sweat.

That's the logo for the new strip club here in South Beach.

It's called Club Perspire.

Yeah, well, Walter was telling me about it.

Really?

Are you Carmel?

Uh, manager says that these belong to you.

Yeah, that's my color.

Tell me, do you recognize any of these gentlemen?

Because we found your undergarment in their hotel room.

Carmel... we're not trying to jam you up.

No one has to know you helped us out.

Never seen that one.

Oh, those two-- they spent a couple hours here last night.

Who wants 'em?

Hey, give 'em to my bro, Charlie.

He's getting married tomorrow.

No, Kim cannot catch me

with these.

I took the groom to the VIP room,

gave him a lap dance and left him there to clean up.

That's interesting, because this one had "Devil's Breath"

in his system.

Now, I understand that sometimes dancers

use it to get bigger tips.

Some girls may need to drug their men, but

not me.

I give them multiple reasons

to be generous.

So, you... are saying that you didn't pour them champagne

from this bottle.

It'd be easy for us to compare the prints

on this bottle with yours. So what? Poured it.

I don't know anything about the "Devil's Breath," though.

All right.

Well, we'll just have to check the video surveillance

just to be sure.

Take it up with my boss, Dimples.

All right, "Dimples."

You heard her, let's go get the footage.

Yeah, no. How about you take it up with the boss

and I'll see why Sean wasn't here with his pals.

Fine.