CSI: Miami (TV Series)

Spring Breakdown (2010)

Omar Benson Miller: Walter Simmons

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• Walter Simmons : I remember spring break; Daytona Beach. It's a miracle I survived. Get drunk and crazy... for what? To end up like this? Unless you think it was suicide.

  Dr. Tom Loman : Good aim. Or bad, depending on how you want to look at it.

• Walter Simmons : Bodies are piling up; three and counting.

  Dr. Tom Loman : And here I am, outnumbered.

• Walter Simmons : What the hell are you doing with a flare gun?

  Dean Butler : I drove my dad's car here from Michigan. He's got a boat. He left it in the car. I-I grabbed it for kicks and giggles. You know, in case I wanted to start an impromptu fireworks show.

  Walter Simmons : But instead, you shot a guy through the window.

  Dean Butler : Sh-shot a guy? Uh, no, no, I-I didn't shoot anyone.

  Horatio Caine : You just said you discharged the weapon.

  Dean Butler : I shot *at* him, I didn't hit him.

  Horatio Caine : Okay. I... I have a body down at the morgue that begs to differ.

• Walter Simmons : [running a crime scene reconstruction]  Not even close, H. Dummy cleared the building by five feet. And he's at least twenty feet from where the body landed.

  Horatio Caine : He was shot in the chest, so he wasn't running away from the shooter, was he?

  Walter Simmons : Right, so if his horizontal speed can't increase, then his vertical distance has to.

  Horatio Caine : Maybe he fell from a higher height.

  Walter Simmons : So, what are you thinking? Go floor by floor?

  Horatio Caine : Nope. I've got a better idea.

  [on the roof a few minutes later] 

  Horatio Caine : Here he comes, Walter.

  Walter Simmons : [measuring the distance as the dummy lands]  It's about four feet short, H.

  Horatio Caine : Well, that's a problem, Walter. I'm running out of real estate up here.

• Walter Simmons : So, our vic fell off the roof first? Then, on his way down, was accidentally hit by the flare Dean shot. Man, that's something out of an urban legend.

  Horatio Caine : The force of the flare altered trajectory and impaled our victim.

  Walter Simmons : Wow. Well, Dean couldn't have planned this. And if he was in his room, then he couldn't have pushed our victim. The murder is his alibi.

  Horatio Caine : Note the footprints, Walter.

  Walter Simmons : [looking closer]  Huh. Heels to the edge. Jumpers don't jump backwards.

  Horatio Caine : No, they don't. He was pushed.

  Walter Simmons : [looking around]  Look at this. Looks like our victim and the killer might have been having a party up here.

  Horatio Caine : I agree. So let's see who got invited.

• Horatio Caine : Do we have an ID yet, Doctor?

  Dr. Tom Loman : None that I found. I sent photos upstairs to Missing Persons, but I've heard nary a word from them. I did find something that I can't blame on the pipe that perforated his abdomen. On the periphery of the wound, there are second- and third-degree burns. And on the remains pulled from the pipe, I found some kind of residue, which I sent to Trace.

  Horatio Caine : Okay, what did they find?

  Dr. Tom Loman : Strontium, magnesium, potassium, and sulfur.

  Horatio Caine : Components of a flare.

  Dr. Tom Loman : Yes. A-As strange as it sounds, I think he was shot with a flare gun.

  Walter Simmons : So much for suicide.

  Dr. Tom Loman : [picking up a petri dish]  And... there's this.

  Walter Simmons : Is that glass?

  Dr. Tom Loman : Tempered, to be precise.

  Horatio Caine : So, gentlemen, there was a window between our shooter and our victim. Gentlemen, we're looking for a broken window at the Ciel Bleu Hotel.

• Dean Butler : I had a bunch of people up here partying last night. We were all hanging out, having fun, but this one guy starts going crazy; he's throwing drinks everywhere, getting in everyone's faces. I told him to get out, but he wouldn't. I just... I just wanted to scare him.

  Walter Simmons : By shooting at him with a flare gun?

  Horatio Caine : [showing him a picture from the morgue]  That the man?

  Dean Butler : No. No, I've-I've never seen him before. I promise. Look, this whole thing's just a big misunderstanding.

  Horatio Caine : Be that as it may, you're coming with us.

  Walter Simmons : [a patrol officer leads Butler away]  He's lying, H. That story's got holes in it as big as the one in our vic's chest.

  Horatio Caine : I agree, Walter. So let's prove it.

• Walter Simmons : Got the same residue here, H. And scorch marks.

  Horatio Caine : Yes, and judging from the amount of glass out there, the blast originated in here, didn't it?

• Walter Simmons : Hey, we're missing something. H, you read me?

  Horatio Caine : Walter, how far away from the building did the flare kick out the dummy?

  Walter Simmons : Five feet.

  Horatio Caine : Five feet. That could make up the difference.

  Walter Simmons : Are you saying what I think you're saying?

  Horatio Caine : Walter, he was never in the room. Come on up here, please.

• Walter Simmons : Hey.

  Jesse Cardoza : Hey.

  Walter Simmons : Gang's all here.

  Calleigh Duquesne : Did your John Doe come through here?

  Jesse Cardoza : Yeah. This is, uh, where he met the guy that shot at him with the flare gun.

  Calleigh Duquesne : All right, so at some point, all three of our victims passed through here. Do you recognize this girl?

  Jesse Cardoza : Or him?

  Walter Simmons : How about this guy?

  Ricky Halpern : Hundreds of people party here every day, every night, man. It gets crazy. I don't remember those two guys, but it doesn't mean they weren't here. But her? Her, I remember.

  Calleigh Duquesne : Really? Why?

  Ricky Halpern : She was a pain in my ass. Out-of-her-mind drunk; had to give her the boot.

• Calleigh Duquesne : Hey, Walter, what are you doing here?

  Walter Simmons : Hey. My vic partied here. Had a VIP bracelet from this spot.

  Ricky Halpern : Great. More cops.

  Walter Simmons : Mr. Cooperative here is Ricky Halpern. Club bouncer.

  Frank Tripp : Ricky! Just the guy we were looking for. We got one of your prints in our investigation.

  Ricky Halpern : Mine?

  Frank Tripp : Uh-huh. Does your boss know you're a felon?