CSI: Miami

Simmons: Jesse, what the hell are you doing? Jesse!

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait!

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Nah, nah...

Come on!

Nope.

No. Uh-uh.

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Nah, nah, nah, nah...

What you gonna do, jesse?

You're too small, jesse.

Too small!

Get out of here, boy!

Now the jump.

Whoo!

Whoo! Got ya!

Why you want to go and do that, jesse?

Gonna make me angry.

You won't like me when I'm angry.

Where you going, man? It's 10-10.

That's a dead end down there. They could need our help.

Come on!

: Jesse!

I got the driver! Go! Go! Go! Go!

15 charlie six seven. We have a male suspect

On foot at this time.

Caucasian, yellow t-shirt, jeans-- heading east at overly.

Driver! Roll down your window,

And throw the keys out of the car!

Step out of the car with your hands up!

Now, walk back towards me.

Hands up!

Keep coming.

Right there.

Get on your knees.

Let's go, on the floor, sprawled out.

How many we got, jesse?

Got two confirmed-- one's on the run.

Cardoza: Horatio, check the trunk.

Bring him.

So how do you explain that?

The guy made me.

I didn't have a choice.

Everybody has a choice.

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They still haven't found our olympic sprinter.

Yes, the manhunt continues.

There's no blood in the trunk of this car.

He was likely dead before he went in.

Yes, but there's a pink fibrous material on this sweater.

Could be insulation.

Document everything, jesse.

Got to be honest with you, son.

I don't believe your story.

It's not a story, sir, it's the truth.

He put a gun on me.

Where did that happen?

16th and maplewood.

He-he told me to pop the trunk and then start driving.

Let's go for a ride.

Did he mention a destination? No, just that he was gonna blow my head off

If I didn't keep my foot on the pedal.

Next thing I know I'm in a car chase with the police.

Show me what he did.

He came up,

And he put the gun right here. Okay.

I'm going to hang on to you till I can figure out what's what.

Wolfe: Well, doctor, I don't have any sort of fancy

Medical degree, but I'd venture to guess

That this victim died due to a head injury.

Incorrect.

Blow to the head

May have immobilized him,

But the real c.O.D. Is chemical asphyxia.

Huh.

It caused a pulmonary edema

Leading to both respiratory and cardiac arrest.

Is there anything about the chemical in particular?

Mmm.

Trachea and lungs were severely inflamed.

I suspect a chemical poisoning agent.

Those are his belongings.

Hmm.

Poor thing.

It seems like that's a terrible death.

Hmm.

Pure agony.

Prolonged agony.

Chemical inhalants take 12, 13 hours to kill a person.

I'm a bit perplexed by the lividity,

But tox may help there.

Wolfe: Hey, calleigh.

Our victim has a federal I.D.

His name is christopher perez.

Says here he worked for the u.S. Census bureau.

A census taker.

Well, that takes guts. I mean, walking up

To houses blind, you never know what you're gonna find.

Could be a fed hater.

I'm going to call his work and see if I can get a hold

Of his schedule and the last locations he visited.

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Hey. Hey.

Sorry about the other night.

I didn't mean to leave you hangin'.

So, something came up, huh?

Yeah.

Somethin' in a sequin dress?

: I owe you one, okay?

Whatever.

According to the census bureau,

This is the last neighborhood

Where christopher perez worked this morning.

Okay, how do you want to split up the houses?

You and cardoza take those two.

Uh...

No. How about you and I take those two?

Or we could do that, too.

Something tells me this happens to you a lot.

Let's get to work.

Cardoza: Hi.

Can I help you?

We're with the miami-dade police department.

Duquesne: Are you the home owner of record?

No, no, I...

Get inside, marie.

I'm the homeowner, paula olsen. What do you want?

Our records indicate there's a census taker

That was here this morning.

Yeah, so? Well, what do you need now, a recount?

He was murdered.

I have nothing to say about that.

Okay, well in that case, we'd like to speak with-- I believe you said

Her name was marie. What do you want to ask her?

She didn't answer the door for him; I did.

You government people.

All alike. You're just counting heads so you can raise our taxes.

Get off my property!

Okay, mrs. Olsen, you need to calm down.

Assaulting a police officer is a crime.

A police officer?!

More like gestapo.

You do not care about the citizens of this country

And neither does your census bureau.

Mrs. Olsen!

Go to hell!

Mrs. Olsen,

Don't leave town

Until this investigation...

All right, now what?

Shall we backtrack?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

He's got another house listed.

It's around the corner.

Okay.

Doesn't look like anybody lives here.

Uh...

Natalia.

Foreclosure.

Well then the census taker probably saw that, too.

He passed on to that other house.

Not necessarily.

Didn't you say that there was insulation

On the victim's clothes? Yeah.

Insulation coming out

Of the ceiling tiles. And all over

The floor in there, too.

This is horatio.

Yeah, hi, h. It's me.

Well, I'm at 5493 evergreen street.

And, uh, there's some insulation here that's consistent

With what you pulled off the victim's clothes.

I'm on my way.

Mdpd.

Do you smell that?

It smells like ammonia.

Rat poison.

Ammonia.

There's duct tape.

Latex gloves.

I think it's safe to say

There's something going on in here.

Yeah.

I think the ammonia smell is coming from this blanket.

Miami-dade pd.

Whoa. We obviously interrupted something.

Yeah, an active meth lab. Oh, my god.

It's gonna blow. Yeah, we need to go. Go, go, go!