CSI: Miami

Over there.

I see him, I see him!

Okay, cut him off!

Hey, man, who the hell are you?

Which way did he go?

He went that way! Come on!

I see him, I see him!

Hey! Watch it!

You okay? You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Through there!

Did you see a guy come through here?

Yeah, he went that way, towards the beach.

What'd he look like?

I don't know, uh, kind of tall, dark hair.

I didn't get a good look.

Where's the suspect, Calleigh?

Ryan's chasing him.

Maybe he's still here.

Move it!

Sorry.

Look, this is a mistake.

I didn't kill that girl.

Nobody said anything about a girl.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

Summer Davenport, Star Island heiress,

was brutally murdered in her home this morning.

A neighbor called 911 after hearing screams

coming from the house.

Police have a suspect in custody--

a homeless man, who was caught running from the scene.

I climbed in through a window.

These rich people dead-bolt the doors

and leave the windows wide open.

Was that before or after you killed Ms. Davenport?

No... I thought the house would be empty.

I... swear.

I never even saw her.

Hey, I'm not a killer!

I just wanted a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

Keep talking, motormouth.

Now I got you on breaking and entering.

Don't say another word.

This is a crime scene, ma'am. Who are you?

Just paying a visit to my new client.

Client?

Never even met. We have now.

Adrianna Villani, defense attorney.

I do the talking.

Unless you want to handle

the situation yourself. How'd you get here

so fast? You've got some sort of ambulance-chasing intuition?

It's all over the morning news.

"Homeless man kills Star Island heiress."

Two bad he's not an immigrant, Sergeant,

or you'd have a twofer.

You accusing the P.D. of unfair bias?

Just making sure Zach gets a fair trial.

I want to talk to my client.

And introduce him to my forensics expert.

When did you start working with the other side, Delko?

Come on, Frank, I got a job to do.

Let me talk to the guy.

He's all yours.

What's your name?

Zach Finley.

She was stabbed six times, in the abdomen.

Four superficial cuts,

two lethal.

Defensive wounds on both hands.

So she fought off her attacker, Doctor, and lost.

What about the weapon?

Well, the cuts are sharp on one edge, blunt on the other.

I'd say it's a single-edged blade.

Three-and-a-half inches wide.

And by the looks of it...

...at least five inches long.

Five inches long.

Well, that narrows it down, doesn't it?

Thank you, Doctor. Mm.

Load her up and move her out, fellas.

Heard the Judge moved up the preliminary hearing.

Yeah. Finley's attorney wants

to move this one through the system fast.

Yeah, she wants to prevent us from building a good case

against her client. Yeah, we can't let that happen.

So, what do we know about this Finley guy so far?

Thanks.

Well, he may be homeless, but he's not jobless.

He works the circulation desk at the Miami Ledger.

He said Summer Davenport put a vacation hold on her paper,

so he thought the house would be empty until tomorrow.

Oh, so he breaks in, Summer shows up early

and surprises him.

Stab, stab, stab. Yeah.

The cops show up, he runs with blood on his clothing.

Well, this guy is guilty.

I'll get a statement from the neighbor.

Thank you.

The murder weapon appears

to be a three-and-a-half inch by five-inch blade.

Let's check the kitchen, please.

Mr. Wolfe, let's dust for prints.

Mr. Finley climbed through the window.

All right, I'll take the backyard.

And while you're at it, I found a scuff mark

in the blood pool.

Let's document that, okay?

Will do. All right.

♪ ♪

There's dirty dishes in the sink.

Fresh egg shells in the garbage with toast.

Appears the victim was making herself breakfast

before she was killed.

No sign of forced entry.

Window is open.

The bed appears to be slept in.

Both are consistent with the suspect's statement.

A chef's knife with blood on it.

Could be a possible murder weapon.

Okay. I've got a scuff mark in the blood pool.

There are bloody footprints that indicate

our suspect ran into the grass.

There's our expert witness.

I'm sure you heard--

Tripp thinks I went over to the dark side.

What do you think?

I didn't go looking for the job; Villani got my name

off a list of former CSIs.

But you said yes.

Mm. Seemed like a good chance to help people.

Provided they're innocent.

Villani's been right about her clients 80% of the time.

But in this case,

the suspect ran from the house covered in blood.

He spent the night in the victim's bed

and claims he never heard a thing.

Do you honestly think he's innocent?

I think that we're both after the same thing.

The truth.

I'm only here to observe.

That's it.

Excuse me.

The blade matched the dimensions provided by the M.E.

Well, this also confirmed

that the blood on the blade belonged to our victim.

Well, this confirms it.

The prints on the handle are Zach Finley's.

Last night I made myself a gin and tonic.

I cut up some fresh limes.

Guess I left the knife out on the counter.

There's a dark saturation stain on the suspect's pants.

There's a large scuff mark in the blood pool,

that is consistent with the shape of the pant leg.

It looks like Zach knelt in the victim's blood.

I slipped on the tile when I was running out.

Fell into the blood.

(notebook snaps close, Delko sighs)

You know, there could be a logical explanation

for everything you found.

Or you have one of Villani's 20% that are guilty.

Right, and then I took a sleeping pill,

and I went to sleep.

Then I woke up to the sound of sirens, I ran.

So, you didn't hear anything during the time of the murder?

No.

The prosecution's going to sink you.

Why?

I don't care how many sleeping pills you took,

you didn't hear a girl getting slaughtered?

All right, I might've heard a man's voice.

Might've heard a man's voice?

You didn't tell us that before.

I don't know, it could've been just a dream.

Dream? Zach!

Um...

This is great. What?

When suspects dream part of their statement,

it usually means they're more involved than they want to say.

I'm just telling you what I remember, all right?

I don't know if I heard it,

if I dreamed I heard it.

I told you, I was on a sleeping pill.

I want you to draw something for me.

Something to help you get your story straight.

What should I draw?

I want you to draw exactly what you saw

when you ran outside this morning.

Okay.

No, Zach.

What?