Previously on CSI: Miami...
Someone help me, please.
My daughter's missing.
What have we got so far?
The dump site's this way.
What have we got so far?
The dump site's this way.
Body parts were dumped,
animal scavengers dispersed them.
You cut her up in pieces, like livestock!
Zeta's run like a major company now, gentlemen.
And you know what the great thing is for you guys?
You can't touch them.
I told you to make it quick.
It's not going to end in Miami, is it?
No, it's not.
(loud rock music playing)
♪ Nobody gonna take my car ♪
♪ I'm gonna race it to the ground ♪
♪ Nobody gonna beat my car ♪
♪ It's gonna break the speed of sound ♪
♪ Oh, it's a killing machine ♪
(loud pounding, locks clanking)
♪ Oh, it's a killing machine ♪
(loud pounding, locks clanking)
♪ It's got everything ♪
♪ Like driving power ♪
♪ Big fat tires and everything ♪
(pounding continues, grows louder)
♪ Big fat tires and everything ♪
(pounding continues, grows louder)
♪ I love it ♪
(turns up volume)
♪ And I need it, I bleed it... ♪
(turns up volume)
♪ And I need it, I bleed it... ♪
He's there, isn't he?
WOMAN: Who he? What, who are you talking about?
You know what?
I swear to God, you're not coming over here.
I'm coming over whether you like it or not.
Oh, no, you're not. You are drunk!
♪ Nobody gonna have my girl... ♪
That's right, I'm calling the cops right now.
You are drunk and I...
I want to see my daughters.
You can't see your daughters like that!
(locks clanking)
Shut up!
(clanking continues)
Shut the hell up or I'm gonna come back there, so help me God!
♪ I need her, I seed her ♪
♪ Yeah, she turns me on ♪
♪ All right... ♪
Dean, you know what? I'm calling the cops right now
and they're gonna put your ass in jail.
You hear me? Dean?
Damn it!
You hear me? Dean?
Damn it!
(tires screeching)
Hello?!
Dean!
♪ I'm a highway star... ♪
Dean? Are you there?
(truck horn blaring)
(screams, crash)
FLACK: The driver of the car's name was Dean Rovin.
He was 35 years old.
According to the first on scene, he was killed on impact.
M.E.'s just hauled the body out of here.
Looks like he had a few for the road.
This was actually Dean's third and last D.U.I.
BONASERA: So this is a traffic accident. And we're here because...?
Not gonna call you all the way out here for a 10-99.
I got my Mac on this morning.
Oh, is that anything like Spidey senses?
Way more powerful.
(laughs)
Take a look at those skid marks.
(truck horn honks)
Looks like the driver of this rig
lost control and jumped the median.
And immediately fled the scene.
I can see doing that if you were driving under the influence.
Sure.
Or if you recently committed murder.
If not for that accident,
we may never have found her.
Looks like this is the end of the road for her.
And the beginning for us.
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Rigor's already on its way out.
So we're looking at a T.O.D. between 36 and 48 hours.
What do you make of the skin tone?
Looks blanched,
indicating extreme loss of blood.
But there's no blood at the bottom of the drum.
So if she bled out, she was put in here
after she died.
So why go to all that trouble? I mean, our driver
could have dumped the body anywhere.
Maybe he had a choice spot picked out,
but had to get her there first.
Figured he'd hide the body in this shipping drum
until then.
There is a-a weigh station about 30 miles back.
I imagine he didn't want
the body discovered during an inspection.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Listen, when you're done here,
let's get her over to Sid in situ.
This way, we can minimize any artifactual trauma to the body
or loss of trace evidence.
You got it.
Hey, Joe, let's go.
We're gonna take the drum intact
to the M.E.'s office.
♪ ♪
(camera shutter clicking)
♪ ♪
What are you thinking?
Besides the fact that you and I have never had a honeymoon,
I'm thinking that might be blood.
MONROE: Let's find out.
Looks like our trucker was injured in the accident.
Or maybe his passenger.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
Well, you can forget about catching a break on this one.
Truck was a commercial lease
out of Charlottesville, North Carolina.
And the ID on the paperwork came back as phony.
So we have no idea who we're chasing.
Mac!
You're gonna want to come see this.
Portable outhouse.
Our truck driver was holding someone in here.
We found a lockbox under the driver's seat.
A few rounds from a .45 were in there but no gun.
We have to assume he took it with him. What else we got?
I found hair
in the sleeper and in the cab.
Judging from the length, I'd say the donor's female.
So our victim could have been in here
before she was killed and then put in the drum.
Unless we're looking at a second female donor.
Whoever it was, they were a prisoner.
We got multiple locks
on the outside of the door
but nothing to unlock it from the inside.
Also explains the artwork on the walls.
(woman screaming, muffled)
You find biologicals?
No, no. I-I hit it with a light.
No signs of sexual assault.
Door's damaged.
MONROE: Yeah, but it doesn't
look like it was from the crash.
Could have been what caused the accident.
(screaming)
(tires screech)
But there's no body.
There's no major blood staining.
There's no obvious signs of trauma.
There's nothing to indicate that she didn't survive the crash.
I'd call that lucky.
Not if she's still with the driver.
Turns out, I wasn't the first person to cut into this girl.
You found evidence of sharp force trauma?
That's your C.O.D.
Exsanguination due to surgical transection
of all major blood vessels supplying the liver.
You're saying someone removed her liver?
That's right.
And a microscopic immunohistochemical test
indicated her body released histamine
in an immunological response to the injury.
So she was alive when it happened.
SID: And died as a result of the harvesting.
Based on the precision of the work, I can only conclude
that whoever did this had a long-term plan
for the organ.
Possibly to sell it on the black market.
There doesn't seem to be anything else missing.
Everything's here but the liver.
What about an I.D.?
Nothing so far.
I sent her prints up to the lab.
Figured they could run a more comprehensive search.
Mac, if you're right, and they're transplanting
her liver into someone else, we don't have much time.
I already had her blood
typed for surface protein markers
She's AB positive.
BONASERA: That's an unusual blood type.
Finding a liver donor would be difficult.
Let's get the word out to our CI's
familiar with this type of black market,
and every hospital in the area.
I want a list of any patients
capable of receiving an AB positive liver.
If we can I.D. who that liver was intended for,
we'll be one step closer to catching our suspect.
That's great. Let me know.
Hey. Got a hit on AFIS on those prints
I lifted off the steering wheel.
Nice.
Trucker's name is Casey Steele.
He did a nickel in Atlanta on a robbery-assault conviction.
The only trouble is, he's a parole absconder.
No permanent address, so it's gonna be hard to find him.
Maybe not. That was Flack.
We got an eyewitness.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Blair, Dr. Blair...
Yeah, that's him.
Mr. Winston, you sure that's the guy who carjacked you?
Yeah.
(sighs) I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
I should have just minded my own business and kept on driving.
Hey.
You okay?
Whoa. Relax, man, Look, I don't want any trouble.
It's too late for that.
FLACK: Then what happened?
JOSEPH: He pulled this woman out of his truck,
puts her in the backseat of my car.
Can you describe her?
Dark hair, mid-20's.
(muffled sobbing)
(door closes)
She was as scared as I was.
Drive.
About ten miles down the road, he tells me to pull over
out in the middle of nowhere and get out of the car.
Then he orders me to give him my cell phone and wallet.
Come on.
I won't tell anyone about this.
I promise.
I know.
I promise.
I know.
(gunshot)
If it wasn't for that motorist who happened to drive by seconds later,
I'd be dead.
He's an animal.
God help the woman that's with him.
Put an alert out on Mr. Winston's car,
plastic and his cell phone.
Let's hope Casey Steele tries to use them.
Mac, I think I know who Casey Steele's prisoner is.
Her name is Madeline Briggs.
When I ran the prints and the DNA I lifted off the jug
I found in the sleeper compartment, I got a hit
to a missing girl out of Miami.
Her mother filed the claim five days ago.
So we have to assume Steele picked her up in Miami.
Then drove her up to New York,
keeping her locked up as a prisoner.
(muffled shouts)
Any results on the urine workup?
Her analysis revealed traces of the sedative propofol.
I'm thinking that's what he used to keep her under control.
(muffled screaming)
But the accident tells us
that didn't keep her from fighting back.
That's because she's fighting for two.
Madeline's pregnant?
Yeah. Her urine analysis
also revealed traces of human chorionic gonadotropin.
HCG.
Boss, we ran the rest of those prints that we lifted
from the sleeper cab.
MONROE: Madeline Briggs, right?
She was there, too.
What do you mean?
I found evidence
of more than one woman in that sleeper.
How many?
A lot.
(beeping)
When I realized I had multiple donors,
I ran the prints through every database that I knew of.
I got these in through NAMUS--
National Missing and Unidentified Persons System.
This one's
from Florida, North Carolina,
Philadelphia, Atlanta.
These girls are from every state.
And all of them at one time or another
were in Casey Steele's truck.
That's our Jane Doe.
This one right here?
Yeah.
Debbie Menzel.
Savannah, Georgia.
BONASERA: Hey, Mac.
I've got a Dr. Ray Langston holding on a vid call.
He's a CSI from Vegas.
He's working a case in conjunction with Miami PD.
Says that he picked up
one of our entries and has some information
on Madeline Briggs.
(whimpering)
I understand you have our missing girl in your city?
If we do, it might not be for long.
The man who abducted her, Casey Steele,
stole a car after his truck was sidelined in a traffic accident.
We have alerts out and roadblocks set up,
but so far we haven't found the car.
Well, that's good-- he might still be in New York.
What can you tell us about Madeline Briggs?
Lieutenant Horatio Caine and I
just wrapped up two murders here in the Miami area.
During the investigation, a young woman named Madeline Briggs
came across our radar, first as a suspect;
now we have reason to believe she's a victim.
We found this note in a truck stop restroom
in Orlando.
The last person seen with Madeline Briggs
is a small-time hustler named Goodman, Tyler Goodman.
Where is he now?
In a morgue in Northern Florida.
48 hours ago, Tyler was found shot to death
in the bathroom of a truck stop near Jacksonville.
Kill was clean; it was a pro job.
So Tyler hands off Madeline to Casey
and then gets paid with a bullet.
You have ballistics on that shooting?
We do-- weapon's a .45.
I'm sending you our ballistics evidence right now-- see if it matches up.
We have a witness,
a gunshot victim Casey pulled the trigger on.
The slug was too deformed to get caliber determination,
but we have reason to believe that it might be a .45.
BONASERA: Yep, it's a match.
Looks like Casey's been a busy boy.
The Zetas run a tight ship, and they do not tolerate mistakes.
Bad news for a small-time player like Tyler.
It means he was expendable.
What else do we know about these perps?
Targets are always young women between the ages of 19 and 25.
They're highly organized, they're well financed.
They lure these women into...
prostitution, black-market surrogacy,
use them as human-trafficking pawns, you name it.
And now harvesting bodies for organs.
Makes them extremely dangerous.
Detective Taylor,
I have chased one victim from Vegas to Miami,
only to find her dead.
When Madeline Briggs's mother reported her missing,
she asked for my help, so I'm not going home
until I find her daughter.
And when can I expect you?
I'm on the first thing smokin'.
Finding Madeline Briggs
hasn't gotten any easier.
TAYLOR: So we try harder.
The phone number Flack got from the doctor
had to give us something.
Yeah, we're identifying all the calls
made to that number over the last month.
Most of them are doctors. We'll bring 'em in,
show them Casey Steele's mug,
I'll see what I can get out of them.
They're not going to know him.
He's a driver.
Driver's stay on the interstate and keep moving.
It appears that one particular part
of this business doesn't mingle with another.
Protects them from knowing too much--
from being able to identify anyone else
in the bigger organization.
Well, we have managed to identify
one player-- Casey Steele.
From everything we know about him,
he's not a one-man operation.
If he's as connected as we think
he is, somebody's going to help him very soon.
Until then, he has to take care of a pregnant young woman.
Right. The witness that Flack talked to
didn't mention that she was pregnant.
Which means,
Madeline could still be in her first trimester
with at least six months left in her pregnancy.
Still able to turn a few more tricks
before she begins to show.
Right. All for the purpose of continuing their cash flow.
For them, it's just a business.
Right now, Madeline is a duel revenue stream for them.
Unfortunately, the demand is there.
If it's not forced surrogacy, it's prostitution,
body parts, blood, eggs,
hair, even bone marrow has a price.
A lung or a kidney can sell for $100,000
on the black market.
Boss, I just got a real-time hit
on Joseph Winston's stolen phone.
We were waiting for our suspect to turn it on.
Triangulation traced it
to a pharmacy on Riverside Drive.
And I just tapped into their security cams.
Well, and that's him,
that's Casey Steele.
What's he waiting for?
Lindsay, call the pharmacy.
Tell them to take their times.
Danny, call Hawkes and Flack. They're going shopping.
Let's go.
(siren wailing)
There's our guy.
You think?
Let's go.
Hey, look out, look out!
(woman screams)
Freeze!
(screams)
I got him, I got him!
Head around the back.
(metal clanking)
Stop!
(groans)
Locked!
I lost him!
Well, he couldn't have gotten far.
He's not that fast.
Guys, keep that side of the building covered.
He may be coming toward you.
Yeah, got it.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
See if they see anything around back.
You got it.
Hey, we got every available patrol
looking for this guy, but he knows it now.
According to the pharmacist, Casey was waiting on a script
for Diprivan to be filled.
It's also known as propofol. It's a sedative.
Now the evidence we collected from Casey's truck
indicates that he was injecting Madeline with it.
Which confirms what we were thinking--
that Madeline's still alive.
(phone ringing)
Detective Flack.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah? We're on our way.
A couple of my boys found
the car Casey stole parked around the corner.
You think she's in there?
BONASERA: The trunk looks open.
Okay.
If Casey went to the pharmacy alone, then where's Madeline?
Clearly not here.
Let's just hope there's something in this car
that'll point us in the right direction.
What'd you find?
Got some fresh soil evidence on the brake pedal.
Maybe we can match it to a reference sample.
Get a location where our driver's been.
♪ ♪
Boom. I got a match.
Corona?
BONASERA: Huh.
There's nothing in that area but a half a dozen junkyards.
We'll start with Corona Scrap.
That's where you got your reference sample from.
I'm gonna go call Mac.
(siren wailing)
(indistinct conversation)
FLACK: Doc.
Can I offer you a party favor?
I'm gonna have to pass.
It's the price of admission, Ray.
Casey Steele's a shooter--
I can't risk you going in unarmed.
All right.
Did you know that the, uh,
oldest projectile fired from a weapon
was recorded in the fourth century
in Japan?
It was fired
from a very crude handheld cannon
that you lit with a wick.
Its sole purpose was for taking life.
Seems that after 1,700 years of evolution...
we haven't come very far, have we?
TAYLOR: All right.
Everyone knows the tac plan.
The target
is armed and dangerous.
I want ESU
all over the playing field on this.
Tight perimeter.
Got air support on the way,
but there are too many moving parts.
So we got to move now.
Remember, we have an innocent in the mix.
One female, Madeline Briggs.
FLACK: If this goes bad, she's a hostage.
If it goes worse, she's collateral.
That means everyone stays hot, unless he decides to use her.
Now let's move.
Move, move, move!
Ray.
LANGSTON: She was here.
Hey, freeze!
(gunshot)
Flack, man down!
I got him, I got him.
Flack, man down!
I got him, I got him.
I got you, guy, I got you!
Stay down. I'm gonna keep pressure on.
Stay down. Stay with me.
Look at me. Look at me!
(tires squeal)
(engine revving)
It's over.
You move, and I'll put a hole in you.
Drop the weapon!
Put the gun down!
Get up.
Where is she?
Where's Madeline?
Where is she?
She's gone.
What do you mean, she's gone?
Poof.
♪ ♪
Get him out.
Come on, let's go.
Just relax.
We checked your cell phone, Casey.
You made repeated calls
to the same mobile number,
one right after the accident, the rest
in the last 12 hours.
We're gonna track down the person on the other end of that call.
Good luck.
I understand, Casey-- you're not afraid.
So listen to me and listen very carefully.
It's still not too late to make a deal.
Oh, is that right?
It's still not too late to make a deal.
Oh, is that right?
That's right. I give you my word
I'll do everything in my power
to make sure everyone involved in this knows
that you cooperated with us.
That kind of advertisement will put me in the morgue.
Who's the new transporter?
Who did you hand her off to?
Where are they taking Madeline?
If you two gentlemen
don't have any more questions for me,
I think I'd like to go to jail now.
(grunts)
(slams file down)
Take a look. Where are they?
You don't seriously expect me to remember them all,
do you?
I said, take another look.
do you?
I said, take another look.
I think that one's in Salt Lake City.
And Denver.
(chuckles quietly)
Get him out of here.
I'm so sorry.
I'll call you as soon as I know something.
(sighs)
Madeline's mother.
She's convinced her daughter's dead,
and there's nothing I can say to offer her... any kind of hope.
You're gonna find her, Ray.
You're gonna find her.
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