CSI: Miami

Fairly, fairly, why don't you get a guy to my platinum bar?

That's it.

Keep it pumping.

Hey, won't you yank on some of this Calle?

Calle, zip on some of this platinum.

If you want some of that, all you gotta do is ask for some.

I'm tripping up on your Booty.

Sorry, please don't try to move it.

Sorry, I'm trying to feel your life on the ball.

Sorry, can you feel it?

I wanna know, can you feel it?

I wanna know, can you feel it?

You gotta be kidding me, not again!

Hey!

Yeah, you!

It's 8 in the morning!

What are you doing, baby?

I was something with this guy.

Had it.

Okay, I'm recording this for legal purposes.

My name's Tyler Marr, and this is my house.

Okay, and this is my neighbor's house, belonging to one Stephen Corbett,

here to, referred to as Jerkweed, alright?

Now, for the past year, Jerkweed has had guys over, hammering stuff and mowing

stuff and doing God knows what else at 8 in the friggin' A.M.

right outside my bedroom window, alright?

Now, Jerkweed knows I do my thing late at night.

He knows I need my mornings to sleep, so today is gonna stop.

Somebody had a bad morning with a wood chipper.

Yeah, looks like your guys are gonna have to work their magic on this one.

Whoever our victim is, it's sprayed all over the inside of that truck.

Who is our shirtless friend?

It's Tyler Marr.

He's the neighbor that called it in.

He's covering blood, but says he didn't see anything.

Look, all I saw was blood.

Okay, you don't believe me?

Look at my camera.

I was just recording it for legal protection, okay?

I just came down to tell the gardener to turn that thing off.

I didn't know he was gonna fall into it.

You're saying that that's the gardener?

Yeah, I mean, he was the only guy down here.

Hey, what the hell is going on here?

Who are you?

The gardener.

So then who...

is our victim?

I wasn't anywhere near him.

If you remember, you guys were here before I was.

We have an eyewitness that said you started that chipper not too long before the incident.

And then nature called and I answered.

So you were nearby.

You would think that, wouldn't you?

But my employer, Mr. Corbett, is too cheap to rent a port-a-John, so I have to drag

my ass two blocks to some fast food restaurant to use the can.

Wait a minute.

You turned the wood chipper on and then you left?

Do it every morning.

Keeps these rich brats from sleeping in.

Until I get back at them.

It's a very interesting tactic.

But what you're actually telling us is that you're guilty of negligent homicide.

How's that?

Someone died in a piece of equipment you left unattended.

That's how.

Get him out of here.

Maybe it's an accident.

No way.

There's signs of struggle by the wood chipper.

This is murder.

What do you say we talk to the owner?

Mr. Corbett, someone dies under suspicious circumstances in your front yard,

and all you can say is you're insured?

It's a remodel.

These things happen.

Yeah, apparently a lot.

You racked up no less than nine complaints from your neighbors about early morning ruckus.

And every one of those was rejected.

I abide by the city regs.

My workers don't start till 8 A.M.

Besides, both my next door neighbors party till 4 in the morning.

Nobody does anything when I complain about that noise.

So you decided to throw one of your neighbors in the wood chipper?

What?

Yeah, in the middle of the day.

Wood chipper guy was the only guy scheduled to work here today, wasn't he?

Hey, Mr. Corbett, you did know that he leaves it on during break.

I think it gives you access to the murder weapon.

Well, I've been home all morning.

The murder took place at your home.

I meant I haven't left my house.

Is there anyone who can confirm that?

Oh, yeah.

My lawyer.

He's a ray of sunshine.

How does somebody fit in this thing?

Because of its speed.

This blade wheel spins it.

Over 2,000 RPMs.

So fast, it creates its own suction.

All the killer had to do was push the victim into the feeder and it's over.

When it spins, it's like getting hit with 50,000 knives.

Then the drum throws the remains up the chute where they spray out.

Hey, I think I might have found what's jamming up the works.

Let me see.

Looks like a piece of femur.

Because of the rounded suction ear, Dan.

Anticular cavity?

Somebody's been studying his anatomy.

Yeah, you know.

Hold on.

This marrow's really pale.

What does that mean?

That our victim had leukemia.

Radiation treatment to the bone can change the color of the marrow.

Hey, check this out.

Something survived the chipper.

What is it?

There's a bug crawling in that bone.

Looks like some kind of mite.

I've never heard of a bone mite.

I mean, is there such thing as a bone mite?

No.

Probably came from the wood.

But technically it's on the body, so it's evidence.

Let's get it to trace.

Yeah, okay.

What were you doing with the bone?

Well, the DNA from the blood didn't hit in CODIS.

So what, you were hoping to find someone else's DNA on it?

Yeah, actually, I was.

Because Tara thinks that the victim may have had leukemia, so they probably had a bone marrow transplant.

So the DNA would still be in the marrow.

Yeah, because it takes a long time for the recipient to replace the new stuff with

their own, and so you end up getting two profiles in one person.

All right, did you get a hit on the donor in CODIS?

Let's see.

No.

But there's enough common markers for these profiles to be familial,

which would mean the victim's child was the donor.

I'll call the area hospitals and I'll see if anybody has a case that matches.

If we get a hit, that's going to be a tough notification to make.

Yeah, right.

I'll check back with you, thanks.

Okay, yeah.

This is my father.

Ethan.

Rieker.

Sorry for your loss, Miss Rieker.

It's weird.

I saved his life by giving him that transplant and then someone just took it away.

Is there anyone that you can think of who might want to hurt him?

No.

Is anything troubling him lately?

Is he acting strange?

He's been acting strange for a long time.

You want the truth?

I haven't spoken to him in a while.

You got a falling out?

More like dropping off the face of the earth.

After Dad went into remission, my mom died in a car accident.

About two years ago.

He was crazy about her.

And you didn't take it well?

No.

I was going away for college, but instead I stayed here.

In case he needed me.

But he just threw himself into his job.

What did he do?

He was a doctor.

Plastic surgery.

Shared a practice with Sean Loftin.

Thank you.

Whoever said beauty was in the eye of the beholder was lying.

It all comes down to one number.

1.618.

The golden ratio.

So my face, it isn't a mystery.

Part of it isn't.

The ratio between the height of your forehead to your nose and your nose to your chin is 1.

35, which is a little small.

But if I put a chin implant right here, it will lengthen your jaw and give your face the proper proportions.

Excuse me, Dr. Lofton.

I'm with a patient right now.

My receptionist will be right back.

I'm with the Miami-Dade Police Department.

We want to ask you a few questions about Dr. Rieger.

Of course.

Uh, Marika, do you mind waiting in the other room?

When your people called me, you'll be happy to know I notified his patients right away.

Well, that's unfortunate.

We suspect that one of them may be involved.

I didn't even think of that.

Well, we'd like to take a look at his client files.

Of course.

Right this way.

Kept everything on his laptop.

You know what?

You're probably right.