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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.

( screams )

( camera clicking )

Well, we've got
a Jane Doe.

I guess she could
be a runaway.

( camera clicks )
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.

CAINE:
She wasn't here long.
Check her lividity.

WOODS:
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.

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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?

Mm-hmm.

Hair spray.

I like it.

SPEEDLE:
Detective Delacroix says
this guy's a wharf rat.

Lives in his trailer
in the marina.

DELKO:
Got 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.

( coughs )

Oh, man, it smells well done.

Well done.

Oh, yeah.

It 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.

( camera snapping )

A cell phone.

It's still working.

Lots of missed calls.

That's a good place to start.

WOODS:
Liver temp says she died between
3:00 and 5:00 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 assault?

Minor vaginal tearing
around the opening.

And this...

Diaphragm.

15 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.

Mm-hmm.

Ruben, have you seen Megan?

She had court today.

I thought she had court
yesterday.

She stopped by,
told me to give you this.

"Personal and confidential."

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 650 series ATVs.

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,
any time you want to cross over

to our side of the street...

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.

( beeping )

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'reinvolved.

( bell rings )

( whistle blowing )

At least we know what
Jane Doe was running from.

Yeah.

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.

Take a look at this.

DUQUESNE:
It's a match.

Mm-hmm.

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
murder 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.

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.

BARREIRO:
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 a 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.

DUQUESNE:
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 100 incomings
from Willie's cell phone.

Delacroix's tracking them
through Teleshore.

So, Mr. Wizard,
you any idea yet

what killed our guy?

Yeah, he had gas.

Gasoline to be more precise.

All the way down
to his stomach lining.

Poured gas down his throat
and lit him up.

Human Molotov cocktail.

The interesting 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.

Hmm. 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's on it right now.

DUQUESNE:
Well, tell them
there's more coming.

There's some evidence

of a wipe-down,
But doughnuts to dollars

this blood's from our vic.

Yeah, but we still don't
know where she was killed.

Or, who killed her.
That's correct.

You know what, swab the intake
system and the air filter.

( phone rings )
ATV's got to breathe, too.

Yeah, Horatio.

Mm-hmm... 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 8:00.

She was going out
with some friends.

I'm going
to need those names.

Do you remember

what she was wearing?

Hmm.

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.

MRS. WINTERS:
I don't think so.

CAINE:
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 drugs.

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?

( sobbing )

Yes.

Super-Vee, twin-engines,
900 horsepower each.

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.

CAINE:
The hardest wood in the world.

The U.S. Navy

almost wiped them out
during World War 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 killed.

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

( phone rings )

Maybe it can.
Hang on a second.

Horatio.

Okay... thank you.

Well, there you have it.

The 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.

Well, 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 written 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 100 incomings;
74 came from one person.

Ex-wife?

No, someone named Motor.

Willie's phone stalker

is one Timmy Diehl,
a.k.a. Motor.

( whistles )

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?

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.

DIMARI:
Lignum Vitae is a short tree
with a heavy pollen.

Fall rate's about 12 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 50 yards.

So she took her last breath
within 50 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?

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.

( police radio dispatches )

Whoa. You picked up
a few passengers.

Lovely... leeches.

Take a look at that, please.

Yes, it's a leech.

Might leave his jaw behind.

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

May I?

Bye.

( chuckles )

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
anti-coagulant.

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 re-attached 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 anti-coagulant

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?

Mm-hmm.

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 15-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.

Well, they may have
killed 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.

CAINE:
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 tank

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 murder.

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 kill anybody.

Phone records got
you for stalking.

'Cause he was ducking me.

74 calls?

He never answered.

But he managed to pick up
the phone the morning he died.

I star-67'd him.

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

( elevator dings )

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.

( giggling )

DUQUESNE:
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 violence...

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.

( groans )
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.

Hmm.

Lithium batteries put out
3.7 volts of electricity.

( cell phone rings )

What do you want?

SPEEDLE:
Trip out.

DELKO:
They say
these things can kill you.

I guess he had to
take that phone call.

Trip out.

They said these things
could kill you.

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 died,
weren't you?

Of course not.

We found a very specific
airborne pollen

on the headrest of your car

which would put you
within 50 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, 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!

( screams )

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?

Or 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.

( sighs )

( sighs )

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mm.

Yep.

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