CSI: Miami

The lady's raise is yours to match, Mr. Paxton.

Mr. Huntsman raises $50,000.

Lady will now call, raise or fold?

All in.

Pot is now two million.

Players will now show their cards.

The lady wins the pot- full house, aces high.

You got to be kidding me. Who invited her? Was it you?

Suspect description, same as the Bal Harbor robbery, H-

devil mask, a TEC-9 automatic.

So it's him again, isn't it, Walter?

Yup. Makes it, what, ten big games that he's hit so far?

Wonder how much he got away with this time.

One, maybe two million?

Huh.

All right, so, the chandelier must have gotten hit

when the robber opened fire.

Dropped on this poor bastard who picked the wrong seat,

crushing him to death.

Maybe not, Walter. That's a bullet hole.

Look at that. Sure is.

Glass from the broken chandelier bulbs inside the wound

means that he was shot before the chandelier fell on him.

Collateral damage from the shooting.

Guy's never shot anybody before, H. He's making mistakes.

Yes, he is, Walter.

And we all pay for our mistakes.

So tell me how this guy smashed through that window.

It's tempered glass, at least a half-inch thick.

You're right. That's odd.

I'm going to take this evidence back with me to the P.D.

Thank you.

Hey, Tom, what have you got?

Meet Benjamin Paxton,

one of Hollywood's biggest movie producers.

Hmm.

Is there something wrong?

The wound to his neck is the gunshot exit wound,

not the entrance.

Where's the entrance?

Tom, there's some blood here.

Wait, there's an entrance wound here, above his hip,

but it appears it's the only one on his body.

Wait a minute, you're telling me that it came

into his hip and went out through his neck?

How is that possible?

I think it rode the subway.

Meaning... it ricocheted off his hip bone

into his abdominal aorta

and hitched a ride up into his heart,

then passed along his clavicle

before it exited out his trapezius muscle.

Wow.

It's fascinating. So, where did

the subway bullet end up?

Sadly, that is not my department.

Ah...

Samantha Owens?

How goes it, teddy bear?

Good, how about you? What are you doing here?

The sun's still out.

I scratched and clawed to get off nights,

and here I am, day-shifting.

Yeah, I don't miss graveyard much either.

How about you? You miss me?

Uh... not really, no.

Liar.

What's with the box on my desk?

Your desk?

Wow, okay, that was quick.

This- I collected all this from the crime scene.

I need you to look it over.

Heard somebody jumped through a window

or something crazy.

Yeah, yeah,

in the past, this guy just marched in

to rob some poker games, but now he's making Cliffhanger moves.

Ah, sounds like he's evolving.

Yeah.

Loose bills, cards, a flask.

Uh, what exactly should I be looking for?

Anything and everything, Sam O.

Right.

All right, everybody, listen up.

You're interfering with a police investigation,

so just back off.

Did somebody die?

I said back off.

Yo, that's Isaiah Stiles, the rapper.

Stay there.

Hey, come here a second.

You hurt?

Yeah, I got clipped upstairs.

Tom, come here a second.

Take a look.

Hey, man, hurry up before paparazzi sees me like this, hurry up.

Want to tell me how you just now figured out you got shot?

Likely from a rush of adrenaline.

The effect made his body oblivious to the wound.

Oh, what are you...?

Hey, thanks a lot for your help.

All right, hold on a second. Let's go get you bandaged up,

and then we're gonna take a little trip downtown. Let's go.

Hey, Tom.

I got a bullet for you down here.

That's impossible.

I just finished bagging the last of the 30 bullets

that our robber fired.

That would give us one nine-millimeter too many.

Well, you're the expert, but it looks

to me like a.45.

I just retrieved it out of one of the players.

Really?

Tom, if you've got a.45, I think that's our subway bullet.

Are you implying

it exited Benjamin Paxton's neck and struck another person?

I'm not implying; I think that's true.

Come on, the only thing you're gonna find in my pockets

is my lawyer's business card.

What are you guys looking for, anyway?

A.45 automatic.

Sorry, I only use guns in my movies.

Mr. Hollywood's clean, H.

What, you're arresting me- on what charge?

For illegal gambling.

You're kidding. I'll be out by lunch.

Ma'am, could I see inside your bag, please?

It's not what it looks like.

That... is exactly what it looks like.

You're under arrest.

A producer, a rapper, a movie star,

and now you- a housewife.

I don't understand.

Look, I-I was at an illegal poker game, I'll admit that,

but I didn't shoot anyone.

But why have a gun?

Because I was waiting for him.

You were waiting for the thief.

Mm-hmm.

Six months ago he robbed a game

that my son Kevin was playing at.

Kevin tried to stop him,

and the thief hit him over the back of the head with his gun,

and it caused a hemorrhage

and Kevin almost died.

I remember the case.

Kevin really was such a brilliant kid,

and I'm not just saying this 'cause I'm his mother.

I mean, he was going to medical school in the fall.

So, you were at the game for revenge.

Yeah.

Kevin wasn't even a gambler.

After his dad passed away,

he was kind of lost,

and I think he just started gambling to cope with it.

How is he doing now?

His issues come and go.

He's in therapy, but he still suffers

from memory loss and confusion.

Okay.

How did you get invited into the game?

Joey Ranzone.

He operated the games that Kevin used to play.

So I contacted him.

My big games are A-listers only.

Why should I let some Miami Lakes housewife

have a seat at one of my tables?

That's why.

You gonna give me the address now, or what?

I can be persuaded.

Took out a second mortgage on my home.

And then, before I knew it, I was playing

every high-stakes poker game there was.

Just waiting for the thief to return.

Yeah.

I know it sounds stupid, but what else could I do?

You could have called the police.

That's what I would have done.

Wolfe, give me what you got. You find anything on that glass?

No blood on the glass which means the robber

didn't cut himself coming through the window.

It's tempered glass- for high-rises.

So Tarzan comes swinging in, he collides with this glass-

it should have pancaked him, right?

Exactly, which is why I switched my search from looking

for biologicals to looking for some sign of tampering.

Here. What do you think that means?

It's got a groove on it. Right.

This one here.

Another groove.

Huh.

Well, it's not from the manufacturer.

And it's deep, too-

at least a quarter of the way through.

That would compromise the strength of the glass.

Which means it was done from the inside.

Which also confirms that our robber was working with a partner.

Not a lot of materials that could cut glass this deep.

No. A diamond, maybe.

Then again, ceramic can cut up glass pretty good, too.