01x11 - Camp Fear

[bunniefuu]

Okay, ladies, move out.

Follow me.

Come on, Amy, let's go.

Let's ditch.

Okay.

Where did you get those?

My mom's purse.

You are so busted.

She won't know the difference.

She doesn't even
know I'm here today.

Come on, hurry up.

Dork.

Shut up.

Well, we've got a Jane Doe.

I guess she could
be a runaway.

She's not a street kid.
Not with these nails.

Hit-and-run?

I don't think so. She's too far from
the road to be tossed by a car.

Looks like she's been hit by every
bug in South Florida, though.

Poor baby's been eaten alive.

Smells like beer.

You are much too young
to be out drinking, sweetheart.

Maybe the poor thing was
just coming home from a party.

She hasn't been here that long.
Check her lividity.

I've got double-lividity.

Her blood settled twice.
She's been moved.

Then it's a body dump.

So we are in search
of a crime scene.



Calleigh, please.

Coming.

Hmm ...

What do you think of this?

Okay, well ...

faint tread impression, knobby tire,
narrow track width.

Put it all together, it spells ATV.

Pretty fragile, though.
You think you can cast them?

Hair spray.

I like it.

Detective Delacroix says
guy's a wharf rat.

So do we have a name on him?

Willie Stango.

His ex-wife came by this
morning to check up on him.

Said he'd been ducking
her calls for a week.

Ugh.

Okay, that's bad.

Oh, god, it smells well done.

Well done.

Oh, yeah. That looks like
someone torched him.

No signs of forced entry.

Probably someone he knew.

Like a bitter ex-wife?

Got milk?

It's all over the place.

A cell phone.

It's still working.

Lots of missed calls.

That's a good place to start.

Liver temp says she d*ed between
three and five this morning.

Welts on her body appear
to be insect bites:

ants, mosquitoes,
god knows what else.

Blunt force trauma to the right aspect
of the forehead an inch from the midline.

Blood loss could've led to endotoxic
shock but I'll have to do more testing.

Okay, so somebody hit
her and dumped her.

The cause of death is still uncertain.
Could've been an accident.

Teenage girl doesn't wind up by the side
of the road dead and it'd be an accident.

What about sexual as*ault?

Minor vaginal tearing
around the opening.

And this.

Diaphragm.

Fifteen years old and she
was planning on having sex.

Or someone was.

Maybe someone who
didn't get their way.

Here's the tox you wanted.

Oh, okay.
Cool room.

Ruben, have you
seen Megan?

She had court today.

I thought she had
court yesterday.

She stopped by,
told me to give you this.

Uh, your Jane Doe's blood
alcohol was 0.0.

What?

So she smelled of beer but
didn't drink any? Okay, that's odd.

Not as odd as this -- her pro-time's
up to about 25 seconds.

Her blood wasn't clotting?

Well, she could've been
taking a blood thinner.

I'm still running more tests.

No, a blood thinner would've
caused extensive bruising.

Especially with her injuries.
And there's not a bruise on her.

We've got no ID, no primary crime
scene and no cause of death, right?

Pretty much sums it up.

Well, we know she was doing
one thing before she passed away.

She was breathing.

Yes, breathing air filled
with contaminants.

I'll swab her nasal passages
and sinus cavities.

Okay. Keep me posted.

Tread marks are from DTP
mud gator's quad-claw design.

Standard issue on


Got some nice
scuffing on the outside ribs.

Nice work. I've got a standard
issue situation here, too.

I think it's some
type of, uh ...

uniform.

It's a laundry mark used to separate
identical quantities of clothing.

An invisible laundry mark,

just like our Jane Doe who's not been
reported missing yet, has she?

Detective Sevilla has blanketed all
the local agencies with her pictures,

but no hits yet.

Okay.

By the way ...

a present for you from Alexx.

Nasal mucus.

And it isn't even my birthday.

Sorry about that.

Hey.
Hey.

You mind if I observe?

When have I ever?

So, Mr. Observer,
what do you see?

Uh, partial thickness burns ...

... of the lips, tongue
and oral mucosa.

Stomach lining appears
to be red and inflamed.

What about the lungs?

Swelling of the main stem bronchi.
Release of edema fluid.

Meaning?

Meaning he was
fried from the inside.

And the heat from the burns
blocked off his airway.

Not bad, not bad at all.

You know, Speed, anytime you want
to cross over to our side of the street ...

Do you have any idea
what could've caused it?

No. We're running tox.

But if you want first dibs
on the stomach lining...

Well, yeah.

Great thing about the
nose is it acts like a filter.

Everything we breathe gets
trapped inside --

spores, dirt, live dust mites ...

Ugh. Remind me
never to breathe again.

Bingo.
That's pollen.

Excuse me.

You get something
on the laundry mark?

Yes, Pharos Academy...

a juvenile detention camp
for girls in Southwest Dade.

Ah, tough love.

Parents ship their children off
when they lose control.

Last chance before
the courts get involved.

Yes, well, now we're involved.

At least we know what
Jane Doe was running from.

Sergeant Marcus Cawdrey, Horatio Caine,
Calleigh Duquesne, Miami Crime Lab.

How do you do, Sergeant?

Hello.
Pleasure.

There's been no crime committed on
this property. I can tell you that.

Well, how about a couple
of miles up the road?

We found one of your girls.

Well, that's not one of my cadets.
I've never seen that girl before.

This is not one of your girls?

No, sir.

Excuse me.

Sergeant Cawdrey, how many
ATV's do you have on this ...

Take a look at this.

It's a match.

It also means that we're
going to be here for a while.

I don't know how that ATV
got off property.

Access is strictly
limited to instructors.

What about this young
lady right over here?

Senior Cadets are
considered part of our staff.

Okay, we'll need
a list of those names.

These girls are minors.

I can't give you anything
without parental permission.

Okay, we'll get it right after
we inform their parents...

they're part of an ongoing
m*rder investigation.

Now, let's talk about the
property for a minute, Sergeant.

I noticed that you
don't have a fence.

In life there are no fences.

We rely on a
strict code of discipline.

We monitor everything
these girls do.

We tell them when to eat,
sleep and shower.

When to go to the bathroom?

Yes, ma'am. Extreme problems
require extreme measures.

And do those measures
ever get too extreme?

That can never happen.
We have safety protocols in place.

Do you recognize this shirt?

Looks like one of ours.

And the number?

Barracks two.

Ladies ...

Sergeant on deck!

Heads down!

This won't be necessary,
Sergeant.

We have to earn the right to face
others with dignity and respect, sir.

Senior Cadet Barreiro is one
of our success stories.

She used to steal, fight and
disrespect her parents.

Now she's planning on going to
college. Isn't that right, Senior Cadet?

Yes, Sergeant!

Congratulations, Cadet.

Now, sergeant am I to understand the
young ladies are issued uniform shirts?

Yes, sir. Three.

Three shirts. What is the significance
of the single yellow bar.

Denotes a cadet first class, sir.

Okay, could I see them, please?

Yes, sir.

Cadet first class,
locker inspection!

Cadet Julie Morales,
sir, front and center.

Cadet Morales,
you're missing a shirt.

Where's your third shirt?

Sir, this Cadet does
not know, sir.

Okay, maybe I can be helpful.

We believe that we found the
missing shirt on this young lady.

Does she seem familiar to you?

Sir, no, sir!

Okay.

I'm going to go through
your locker, okay?

Is this your boyfriend?

No, that's my brother.

Eyes front, cadet!

Horatio.

Same color as Jane Doe's.

Yes, it is.

Sergeant, we're going to have
to process this whole barracks.

On what grounds?

Bad hair day.

What have you got?

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure about any of this.

I hear you. Like, why would anyone
sneak into a detention camp?

Maybe she was desperate.

Is this going to take much longer?

My girls need to get
back to their routine.

Actually, uh ...
actually, we are finished.

I am going to need one
other thing, though.

I need your belt
and your pants.

What for?

Why don't you tell me?

Managed to extract one hundred
incomings from Willie's cell phone.

Delacroix's tracking them
through teleshore.

So, Mr. Wizard, you, uh ... any
idea yet what k*lled our guy?

Yeah, he had gas.

Gasoline to be more precise. All the
way down to his stomach lining.

Someone poured gas down
his throat and lit him up.

Human molotov cocktail.

The interesting thing about that sample is
that it has trace amounts of sodium.

I see. Sodium and gasoline
comes from saltwater contamination.

There's a lot of gas
around that marina.

You think Willie Stango
owned a boat?

Could be.

Could be?
Could be.

Let's go find out.

Never fumed one
of these before.

Talk to me, guys.

Tested the diaphragm for semen.
Negative.

But then I thought
I spotted a partial ...

He spotted more than that.

Jane Doe's print on
her own diaphragm.

Hardly the crime of the century.

Not just her prints.

Plural.
Two sets.

Two sets?

Interesting.

The substance on Marcus's zipper
is definitely human blood.

DNA is on it right now.

Well, tell them
there's more coming.

There's some evidence
of a wipe-down,

but dollars to donuts
this blood's from our vic.

Yeah, but we still don't know
where she was k*lled.

Or who k*lled her.

That's correct.

You know what, swab the intake system
and the air filter. ATV's got to breathe, too.

Yeah, Horatio.

Okay.

Our victim's name is Dara Winters.

Her mother just filed a missing persons
report less than two hours ago.

She was a teen model.

She was so beautiful.

Yes, she was.

We were planning a trip to Milan.
It was her first time.

When was the last time you
saw your daughter, Mrs. Winters?

Last night, about eight o'clock.

She was going out
with some friends.

I'm going to need those names.

Do you remember
what she was wearing?

A red halter top, a black miniskirt.
Actually, we argued about it.

You had a fight?

Why did it take you so long
to report her missing?

Sometimes I wouldn't see
my daughter all morning.

But in the afternoon, I called some
of her friends then I called the police.

Did she have a
friend named Julie Morales?

Julie Morales?
No.

Because we believe she was
at a Juvenile Detention Camp ...

named Pharos Academy.

A detention camp?
Why would she be there?

I don't know.
Maybe to visit a friend.

I don't think so.

Okay,

is it possible, Mrs. Winters that you didn't
know everything about your daughter?

Lieutenant Caine,
do you have teenage children?

No, I don't.

Dara was an "A" student.

She didn't smoke,
she didn't do dr*gs.

She was going to save her
modeling money to go to college.

Did you know Dara
had a P.O. Box?

No.

No return address. Signed by
someone named "Louise."

Well, she went to grammar
school with a girl named Louise...

something.

She was my whole life.

Mrs. Winters,

we're going to find out who
did this to your daughter.

Okay?

Yes.

Super-vee, twin-engines,


Engines on that baby cost
more than your car.

Maybe more than your car.

Yeah, well, our friend Willie
wasn't exactly living large.

Gasoline.

Yeah, and there's gas
cans under here.

Yep. That's a lot of
tanks for a little boat.

Obviously not for his boat.

Obviously.

The idiot was siphoning.

Yeah, but why steal cheap
gas at a buck-thirty?

He could've gone to
the corner pump.

Maybe it wasn't cheap.

Let's find out.

Crystals we found on the barracks
floor are ordinary table salt.

So somebody's guilty
of seasoning.

The yellow substance found in
the air filter of the ATV...

matches the pollen found in
Dara's nasal cavity.

Lignum vitae.

The hardest wood in the world.

The U.S. Navy almost wiped
them out during World w*r II...

using them for propeller pins.

They're very rare.

The only places that they grow down here
are in Southwest Dade or in the keys.

And there are none on the grounds
of Pharos Academy. I checked.

So the ATV was where
Dara was k*lled.

It's too bad it can't
tell us what happened.

Maybe it can.
Hang on a second.

Horatio.

Okay...
thank you.

Well, there you have it.

blood from your
camouflaged pants ...

matches a 15-year-old girl
you've never seen.

Can you explain that?

I already told you.

I never laid eyes on
this girl before in my life.

Right. But we found her
blood on your zipper.

I don't know
how it got there.

Look, I'm very sorry for this girl and her
family but if she was in my camp,

then she was trespassing.

Okay, fair enough.

Then why don't we discuss
the ride that night.

You got it all wrong.

Last time I rode that ATV
was yesterday morning.

I ran it out to the chapel then to
the latrine and back to admin.

Whatever you guys are thinking,

I didn't touch any of these girls.

I'll take a lie-detector test ...

Whatever you want.

All we need is your prints
and a nasal swab.

Knock yourself out.

AFIS kicked back nothing on
the second set of diaphragm prints.

Do you think
his might match?

I don't know.

No bruising, no semen ... and
anyone could've ridden this ATV.

Yeah, but the blood on his zipper.

I think there might
be another explanation.

Are you thinking
passive transfer?

For now.

Hey, man.

Where have you been?

Waiting at DNA.

They're back-logged into next week.
I got to talk to Megan about that.

Well, stand in line, because I left
her three messages already.

Yeah?

Something's going on.

Yeah. What'd you get?

Willie's saliva on the
last inch of that hose.

Means that it wasn't shoved
all the way down his throat.

Means he was siphoning.

Look at this.

Gas in those tanks was
straight-up park place.

High octane; 120-plus.
It's got zero alcohols or oxygenates.

Yeah, it's used for, uh ...

high-performance,
large bore engines.

Super-vee's.

He was stealing
from his neighbors.

The thing about 120-plus
is that it's very dangerous.

It's got a low flash point.

So you're not even supposed
to store it in the sun.

Yeah, you can't buy it
at the pump, either.

Willie wasn't exactly
making friends.

Well, you wouldn't know it
from his cell phone log.

Delacroix sent over this fax.

Willie's last hundred incomings;
seventy-four came from one person.

Ex-wife?

No, someone named motor.

Willie's phone stalker is one
Timmy Diehl, A.K.A. Motor.

He's a Bal Harbour Brat.

Leads one of those
jet ski clubs.

How'd you get
him to come down?

I told him we found Willie.

Where's Willie?

That's what we wanted
to talk to you about.

Hey, motor, what do you
got under there? 800 cc's?

Try 1250, bored out.

Wow, that's a big engine
for a little machine.

It'll top-end anything
in this marina.

Engine that size really begs
for the good stuff, doesn't it?

You know what I'm talking about
-- gas, 120-plus.

Hey, do you think you could
outrun that? It's got triple 575'S.

Get me within a five-mile radius of
where the body was dumped, please.

Lignum vitae is a short tree
with a heavy pollen.

Fall rate's about twelve
centimeters per second.

Weather service had wind out of the
southwest at three-to-four knots.

With your average
eight-foot tree...

you'll get a pollen footprint
of about fifty yards.

So she took her last breath
within fifty yards of the pond...

and just inside the
academy perimeter.

It's about three miles from
where we found the body.

So somebody wanted
her off property, didn't they?

You see these outgoing
tracks right here?

Yeah.

They're deeper and
about half an inch wider.

So that says to me...

the ATV came in with one passenger
and probably went out with two.

It also says to me that
Jane Doe was here.

I've got something.

Got a red halter top ...

and a black miniskirt.

This, ladies, is our
primary crime scene.

Whoa. You picked up
a few passengers.

Hey, leeches.

Take a look at that, please.

Yes, it's a leech.

Can leave his jaw behind.

Instead, let's use some
good old-fashioned saline solution.

May I?

Bye.

Take care.
All right.

So ...

saline solution.

Salt.

You got it.

Can you believe
these little piggies...

will engorge themselves up to
ten times their original size?

Leeches just fascinate me.

Leech saliva.

Medical marvel, you know.

It contains enzymes that
expand your blood vessels.

Kind of like viagra.

Well, not quite.

Unlike viagra it contains a mild
anesthetic so you don't feel the bite.

Don't you hate it
when that happens?

It also has plenty of hirudin.
Nature's own anticoagulant.

You know, my mother
still doesn't believe me ...

that they use leeches
in modern microsurgery.

Yeah, well, let her lose a finger
she'll become a believer.

Just slap this little mouth right
on to any reattached limb ...

and watch them
do the housework.

Vacuuming up all that used blood
so it doesn't cause gangrene.

Which explains why there was
no bruising on Dara Winters.

The leeches removed
the surface blood.

The high level of anticoagulant
acted like a blood thinner,

so she never clotted.
Those bites...

they bled for hours after the
leeches finished feeding.

It's the beer.

What about the beer?

The scent of beer is
like catnip for leeches.

When I was little,

we used to pour beer on leeches and
watch them whip into a feeding frenzy.

That's why she had so
many leeches on her body.

At least she never felt it.

Yeah.

Got a minute?

So we've been going through the
letters that we found in Dara's room ...

and they seem to be written
in some type of a code.

It's typical for fifteen-year-old girls.

Listen to this.
"Tell Q.B. No more.

You have to get the
hell out of there."

This girl has a secret,
doesn't she?

Our leeches just
gave up their secret.

You recovered the
rest of her blood?

In over half the samples.

And lord knows how many more are
burrowed out there, digesting.
It was death by leech.

It was death by leech.

Well, they may
have k*lled her ...

but they didn't move
her body, did they?

Megan, it's Horatio.
Call me on my cell, will you?

Sergeant Marcus?

No match on pollen or prints.
He's clean.

He's clean. So that means
the answer is right over here.

All right, ladies, listen up.

We need you all to
roll up your pant legs.

Ladies, we found salt
crystals in your barracks and...

we believe they were used
to remove a certain parasite.

Come on, ladies, double time!

You heard her, "Louise".

That's your nickname, isn't it?

Sir, this Cadet's name is
Julie Morales, sir!

Will that be all, sir?

No, ma'am, it's not.

Now you.

Let's go.

Well, there you have it.

Hey, sport, how you doing?

Okay, let me help you out with this.
See that there?

Now, that's 120-plus
high-performance gasoline.

It's what you thought
you were buying.

And this one ...

is not exactly
the Ferrari of fuels, is it?

And we got that from the
gas t*nk of your jet ski.

So, Willie was cutting your 120-plus
with gas from the corner pump...

and trying to sell it
to you for the real deal.

That bunk locked up my engine.
It cost me three grand.

Yeah...

I'd be pissed.
Sounds like motive for m*rder.

What are you talking about?

Well, you know, the guy's...

ripping you off and you
know he's siphoning.

So, you light him up.

Look, I didn't k*ll anybody.

Phone records
got you for stalking.

'Cause he was ducking me.

Seventy-four calls?

He never answered.

But he managed to pick up
the phone the morning he d*ed.

Look. I star-67'd him.

And the minute he picked up,
the phone line went dead.

Horatio.

Yeah?
Message for you, from Megan.

Excuse me?

Message from Megan.

Thank you.

Um ... hang on a second.
This, uh ...

this can't be right.

She asked that you try not
to contact her anymore.

Thank you.

I wanted to cut Julie a break.

I was on bed check.

I heard talking coming from
number two after lights out.

And that's when you saw Dara?

Yeah, I didn't know
who she was.

The senior cadet is being
interrogated in the other room.

I need you to talk to me.
Okay?

I don't want to get in
any more trouble.

Then you just have
to help us out, Julie.

We just want to find out what happened
to Dara and why she came to you.

She was my best friend.

I told her she had
to leave immediately.

I escorted her to the
front gate and I left her there.

See, leeches need a water source.

And those leech bites on your legs
indicate to me that you were at the pond.

And going by your record ...

and your history of v*olence...

I think you roughed her up
and you left her there.

And then you found
her dead the next morning,

then you dumped her body
a few miles away ...

just to cover it up.

I found her by the pond at 0700
during morning rounds.

I drove up and she
was just lying there.

I didn't want to get in trouble for not
reporting her the night before.

I'm sorry.

Why did Dara cut her hair?

She hated it.

Hated those stupid clothes, too.

Why was she running away, Julie?

Did it have anything to do
with why you assaulted her mom?

We talked to your parents.
They told us the whole story.

They didn't tell you my story.

They didn't believe me.

No one ever believed me.

I'll believe you ...

if you tell me the truth.

Dara was sick of the modeling.

She was sick of everything.
Always having to be perfect.

You're beautiful,
you're going to be great.

But queen bitch
wouldn't let her quit.

You mean her mother?

She made her do a lot of things.

What kind of things?

No, mom, please.
Dara.

No, mom ...

Dara.
Please.

Her mom always told her:

"no choir girl ever made the A-list."

So, Willie was siphoning
gas as a side gig.

Which means he was
sucking in a lot of fumes.

That explains his milk Jones.
He was trying to settle his stomach.

Gasoline has only one use.
To ignite.

So what ignited it?

I don't know, maybe fillings
in his mouth caused a spark.

Not according to his dental records.

This guy had perfect teeth.
Maybe static electricity.

A heck of a shag carpet.

Maybe he had some
build-up from it.

You know when you're pumping gas...

you're not supposed
to get in and out of your car?

Or talk on the cell phone.

Lithium batteries put out


What do you want?

I guess he had to take
that phone call.

Trip out.

They say these things
can k*ll you.

Thanks.

Bet you even money
that's airborne pollen.

Let's print this car.

Will someone please
tell me why I'm here?

They took my car.

Beautiful girl.

Sad eyes, though.

What the hell is this?

You were out there the night
Dara d*ed, weren't you?

Of course not.

We found a very specific airborne
pollen on the headrest of your car...

which would put you within fifty
yards of where she took her last breath.

She was running
away from you, wasn't she?

To Julie.

She would go wherever Julie was.

So you drove out there...

to bring her back to bring
her back to everything...

she was running away from, right?

Dara?

What have you done to your hair?!
Dara, you stay there!

I'm not gonna do it anymore.
I won't go back!

You don't have a choice.

It's my life!

No, life is about making sacrifices.

I'm gonna tell!
I'm gonna tell everyone!

Shut up!

No, Dara, don't! Dara!

And then you left her there.

No, I was expecting her
to come home the next day.

Dara was special.
She was going places.

Anyone could tell.
But she was throwing it all away.

And for what?
A date at the mall?

High school football
on Friday nights?

Some kind of average
Briar Bay existence?

To three-quarters of the world
that sounds like a slice of heaven.

She was running away from you
because you made her home-life hell.

All I did was set up auditions.

I was trying to help
her to succeed.

You were forcing her to market
herself to get modeling jobs.

Right?

Now, we have a second
print on her diaphragm...

-- your prints.

We matched it to the
prints we found in your car.

"No choir girl ever made the A-list."

Isn't that what you told her?

No, you don't understand.

No, I don't.

I told you that I would figure out
who did this, didn't I?

Knock, knock.

Come on in.

Me and the guys are
going for a beer.

You want to come?

Mind if I take a rain check?

You all right?

Megan resigned.

She said that work was too much
of a reminder of her husband's death.

It's a shame.

She was a good criminalist.

She was.

She was indeed.

I almost walked once.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yep.