CSI: Miami (2002–2012): Season 8, Episode 19 - Spring Breakdown - full transcript

Step up, ladies!

Whoo!

These delicious college
boys have offered up

their perfectly-sculpted bods
for your spring break enjoyment!

We're looking for the
leanest, the meanest,

the hardest, tightest pecs in Miami!

And you get to be the judge.

Hose them down!

Yeah! How you ladies doing?!

You want to see what's
on The Program for today?!

This is The Program!



Now, who wants to get with The Program?!

Spring break 2010!

South Beach, let me hear you!

All right, we got all night!

We're gonna do it right!

Get up and get down!

Whoo! Your queen has arrived!

Let them drink champagne!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Come on. Come on.

Let's go. You angels are in for a treat.

Are you sure about this?

Oh, yeah, I've never been more
sure of anything in my life.

What did you have in mind?



Whoo! Having the time of our lives!

How in the hell?

What kind of a person does that?

I mean, just puts a girl
out with the laundry?

I don't know.

Blame it on spring break.

Guys think of it as a
vacation from common decency.

They do whatever the
hell they want to do

with no... no consequences.

Well, I'll tell you what.

There are gonna be consequences.

Jesse, what do you think?

Sand constricted his lungs?

'Caused him to suffocate?

Well, the tide was high last night.

And the foam around his mouth means

he most likely drowned.

I'm sure Tom will enlighten us.

I don't need Tom to tell me

we discovered a new kind of stupid.

Well, based on the amount
of sand that was displaced

and the depth of the hole,
I bet you we're looking

at more than one killer.
You think there's killers?

Yeah. I tell you what I think.

Sandman over here's buddies

drank a copious amount of alcohol,

they buried him as a
prank, then they took off.

They thought he'd get free,
tide came in... (whistles)

That's it.

Guys! Come on! It's not funny!

Somebody help!

Somebody help!

Accident or not,

we still need to
figure out who did this.

Let's get to work.

Okay, hold him there.

I want to get a look at this.

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.

Good aim.

Or bad, depending on how
you want to look at it.

You okay?

Yeah, I guess.

It's just when you're a
kid, spring break is supposed

to be the best part of
your life, not the worst.

Yeah.

Got anything to go on?

First and foremost,
it's clearly a body dump.

Yeah. A cherry of a dump site.

Hell, almost every hotel in
this town uses this place.

So they all send their sheets here?

Yeah.

Well, that's gonna make
ID'ing the body a challenge.

Laundry system's almost fully automated.

Well, that would explain
why she wasn't found

until the end of the cycle.

Yeah. You know, any evidence
from our killer on her

that was in that washer's
got to be destroyed.

There's actually a debris collector

on the side.

It's for large items

so that it doesn't mess up the plumbing.

Got a sock...

sunglasses...

money, Chapstick.

There's a lot of stuff in here.

Could be from our killer,

could be from our victim.

Yeah.

Okay. One, two, three. Up!

Bodies are piling up;
three and counting.

And here I am, outnumbered.

Do we have an ID yet, Doctor?

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.

Okay. What did they find?

Strontium, magnesium,
potassium and sulfur.

Components of a flare.

Yes.

As strange as it sounds,

I think he was shot with a flare gun.

So much for suicide.

And...

there's this.

Is that glass?

Tempered, to be precise.

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.

Thank you, Doctor.

Got the same residue here, H.

And scorch marks.

Yes, and judging from the amount

of glass out there, the blast originated

in here, didn't it?

Hey, no!

What are you doing, man?! Don't!

Lieutenant Caine. This is the guy.

Look, I'm-I'm really, really sorry

about the window.

I'll pay for it, I promise.

So, you admit you fired the weapon?

Yeah, but I think the
hotel's way overreacting.

You know, you didn't have
to send out the SWAT team.

Where is the weapon?

It's in my bag.

What the hell are you doing

with a flare gun?!

I drove my dad's car here from Michigan.

He's got a boat.

He left it in the car.

I grabbed it for kicks and giggles.

You know, in case I wanted

to start an impromptu fireworks show.

But instead, you shot a
guy through the window.

Shot a guy? No, I-I
didn't shoot anyone.

You just said you discharged the weapon.

I shot at him, I didn't hit him.

Okay, I... I have a
body down at the morgue

that begs to differ.

No-no-no-no-no!
Look, look,

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.

By shooting at him with a flare gun?

That the man?

No. No, I've never seen him before.

I promise. Look, this whole thing's

just a big misunderstanding.

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

He's lying, H.

That story's got holes in it

as big as the one in our vic's chest.

I agree, Walter.

Let's prove it.

Hey!

Not even close, H.

Dummy cleared the building

by five feet.

And he's at least 20 feet
from where the body landed.

He was shot in the chest,

so he wasn't running away
from the shooter, was he?

Right, so if his horizontal
speed can't increase,

then his vertical distance has to.

Maybe he fell from a higher height.

So, what are you thinking?
Go floor by floor?

Nope. I've got a better idea.

Here he comes, Walter!

It's about four feet short, H.

Well, that's a problem, Walter.

I'm running out of real estate up here.

Hey, we're missing something.

H, you read me?

Walter, how far away from the building

did the flare kick out the dummy?

Five feet.

Five feet. That could
make up the difference.

Are you saying what
I think you're saying?

Walter, he was never in the room.

Come on up here, please.

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.

The force of the flare
altered trajectory

and impaled our victim.

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.

Note the footprints, Walter.

Huh.

Heels to the edge.

Jumpers don't jump backwards.

No, they don't.

He was pushed.

Look at this.

Looks like our victim and the killer

might have been having a party up here.

I agree. So let's see who got invited.

I'm not finding anything.

Let's call Tom.

Dr. Tom Loman, Miami-Dade Medi...

It's Wolfe. Did you
post the beach boy yet?

I'm sorry, but your DB is
not the only DB in town.

We got nothing out here.

We'd like to finish
this up, if that's okay.

Ryan, I am currently with another body.

I'll get to your guy as soon...

Well, that was rude.

Hey, Tom. Have you got
anything on our girl yet?

She has broken bones, but no bruising,

so I know she was dead
before she went into the wash.

Okay.

This bruising, however,

is consistent with an antemortem injury.

Looks like blunt-force trauma.

Poor thing. She was just
beaten and thrown away.

Do you think that's the cause of death?

Certainly looks that way.
I'll have to see how bad

the underlying damage is.

All right. I'll get back to you.

Thanks. Okay.

Calleigh? Yeah?

I've got her room key.

Oh.

The Ciel Bleu Hotel.

One step closer to finding
out who she is. Thanks.

You're welcome.

How many does that make?

This is my second.

Miss, have you been charging
your drinks to room 17-301?

Yeah, of course. That's my room.

So, you're Courtney Haywood.

Can we see some identification, please?

You show me yours first.

I'm sorry?

Who are you guys?

We're with the Miami
- Dade Police Department.

So, let's see your stuff...

Your...

uh...

I.D.

Thank you.

She's Courtney Haywood.

Can you guys tell me
what's going on here?

Courtney, we found a
dead body this morning.

She had your room key.

She look familiar?

Wow.

Um, no.

She doesn't look familiar. Sorry.

Um, but I have been a little
drunk for a couple of days.

It's...

It's spring break.

Yeah.

I thought I dropped my key
card yesterday on the beach.

I half expected to come back to my room

and everything be gone.

Should I file a report or something?

I don't know. Is something missing?

I can't find my iPod.

But I thought I just lost it.

And you have no idea how she
ended up with your key card?

No.

But when I say I was a little
bit drunk for a couple of days,

I was actually a lot drunk.

Thank you.

Dr. Tom, so nice of you to
finally get to our victim.

Don't start with me, Ryan.

Even though I have proven
to be a miracle worker,

I am but one man.

Well, what can you tell
us about our John Doe?

Okay, 0.2 blood alcohol
concentration at time of death.

Saltwater in his
lungs, ruptured alveoli,

frothy sputum, a drunk drowning.

Now, what can you tell
us about our John Doe

that we don't already know?

This is actually a murder.

Murder?

It's an accident.

His friends buried him, and
they, uh, forgot about him.

You're wrong.

Look at his jaw.

Fractured perimortem.

Looks like he took a kick

square to the temporal mandibular joint.

Then they left him to drown.

Is, uh, is that a burn mark on his ear?

Haven't got to that yet.

It is a burn.

That residue is familiar.

Slight sulfuric smell.

My fall victim was shot with a flare.

You know, Horatio talked to a guy

who took a shot at somebody
with a flare gun, then missed.

What are the odds that
this is that someone?

It's spring break, fellas.

Anything is possible.

Is this the guy that you
shot your flare gun at?

Yeah. But only after
he refused to leave.

...with The Program.

Hey, hey! Listen. I told you already.

Why don't you just take off?

Why don't you shut up, little man?

This is a party.

So drink up.

So drink up, baby!
'Cause that's how we party

with The Program!

Hey. I said, "Get out."

Are you crazy?!

I should have known.

Anyone who refers to
himself as "The Program"

is gonna be a problem.

The Program?

Yeah, yeah. He was way into himself.

Oh, what was it he kept saying? Um...

"P..." something, "The Program."

Paul.

Paul. His name's Paul The Program.

Probably not his actual last name.

Did you actually get his last name?

No. Look, it's like
I told the other guys.

He was a jerk, but I didn't kill him.

All right. Why don't you
run us through yesterday?

How'd you meet this Paul guy?

Hey, Calleigh.

Look.

It's a diamond earring.

Huh.

It's amazing what you can
find in a hotel laundry.

Does it, uh, belong to our victim?

No.

But this might.

It's a match.

Gun bluing?

You think the prints can, uh...

survive the hot water and the bleach?

Well, the button is brass,

so I think it's entirely possible

a print could have gotten etched onto it

and then the chlorine would have set it.

If you add the selenious acid
with the copper sulfate...

If a print's there, it'll show up.

I wonder if there's a match.

Hey. Walter, what are you doing here?

Hey.

My vic partied here.

Had a VIP bracelet from this spot.

Great. More cops.

Mr. Cooperative here is Ricky Halprin.

Club bouncer.

Ricky! Just the guy we're looking for.

We got one of your prints
in our investigation.

Mine? Uh-huh.

Does your boss know you're a felon?

Ah...

Hey. Hey.

Gang's all here.

Did your John Doe come through here?

Yeah. This is, uh, where
he met the guy that shot

at him with the flare gun.
All right, so at some point,

all three of our victims
passed through here.

Do you recognize this girl?

Or him? How about this guy?

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.

Really? Why?

She was a pain in my ass.

Out-of-her-mind drunk;
had to give her the boot.

Treat me like a queen!

Let them drink champagne!

You have to get down from there.

Let me go.

No. You've had too much to drink.

You gotta go.

No. You go. I want a drink.

You're cut off.

Happens a hundred times every day.

Girls don't know how
to hold their liquor.

And your establishment
bears no responsibility?

Let me tell you something.

They're allowed to get drunk here

so they will lose control,

and then you kick them
out to fend for themselves.

Okay, look, I'm just doing my job, guys.

She's dead... you realize that?

You know her name, Ricky?

She ran a tab.

She left her credit card at the bar.

Her name is Alexis Wilkes.

Did you see her with anyone?

There was this hot blond,
um, helped her walk out.

Must have been her friend.

All right.

Thank you.

Let's see if she had a room here.

We'll see you guys later.

At least their vic has a name.

Hmm.

Is that a bloodstain?

That's a big bloodstain.

It's consistent with
blunt-force trauma.

All right, this is where
Alexis Wilkes was killed.

Killed in her own room and
thrown out with the laundry.

You know, I'm not so sure
she was in this room alone.

She might have been
sharing. Check this out.

This picture was taken here.

It's with our other two victims.

That guy did a header off
the hotel roof last night.

They were friends.

Looks like they all went
to the same college, too.

We need to find out

who these kids are and
who would want them dead.

All right.

So, gentlemen, we know our
vics were staying together.

Do we have I.D.'s yet?

Yeah, we got a little help

from their university...
Paul Arnett and Brad Donner.

Our beach buddy was Paul Arnett.

Campus record includes
indecent exposure,

a couple of D&D's and hazing.

Upstanding citizen.

Alexis Wilkes has a rap
sheet about like that.

Well, what did we
learn about Brad Donner?

Uh, Brad Donner was kicked
out of his frat for hazing.

Come on...

He also had an assault charge

filed against him in
Broward about a year ago.

Why didn't we I.D. him
earlier, if he had a record?

Because the charges were dropped.

Brad was technically
a minor at the time.

This is pretty awful.

No, I can't do this!

I can't watch...

I logged into Alexis Wilkes'
social networking site

on her computer.

This video was, uh, uploaded to
the Internet about a year ago.

I told her it's what's
inside that counts!

Hey, come on, baby, come on.

No, no, no, no.

This is priceless!

Yo, what's up with my hero?

There's my hero! You're
such a chubb lover, Brad!

Get off of me! Oh, my God!

Happy spring break, baby!

Hey, so...

Oh...! Genius.

Gimme some... you're my hero.

All three of our victims
ambushed that girl.

Why humiliate somebody like that?

That's disgusting.

It could be our motive.

Well, it looks like
according to his records,

that's around the same time

that Brad was hit with
that assault charge.

Looks like I'm taking a trip
to Broward Police Department.

I'll let you know what I find.

Hey, Walter, uh, what's
with the bracelet?

I thought we already tied
it back to the beach party.

We did, but the bouncers

scan I.D.'s... they keep a record

of who was issued which VIP bracelet.

Was Brad wearing a bracelet?

No, but I'm thinking whoever
threw him off that roof did.

Like... her.

Hillary Swanson.

Bring her in.

That was the guy.

He gave me this.

So, you were with
Brad Donner last night?

I didn't ask his name, but...

yeah, that's him.

I met him at a club, and
he was a little cheesy,

looked innocent enough, but...

after a few shots, he went all aggro.

What the hell? It's okay.

Stop it! I said stop!

What's the matter?

You some kind of tease or something?

What was that for?!

You want some more? Huh?!

I should have known better.

Guy was such a douche.

He attacked you.

So you reacted in self-defense,

and you push him off
the roof of the hotel.

No. I just got out of there, I swear.

If you didn't, Hillary, who did?

I don't know. Try the other girl

who was dumb enough to stick around

after I left.

The...

the other girl?

Yeah.

Apparently, he was trying
to make a three-way happen.

And you just forgot to
mention her until now?

What?

Was that important?

It is to Brad.

Enjoying your spring break, Courtney?

Yeah.

Mm.

That is what this is about, right?

Drinking, letting loose, having fun?

Three-ways on rooftop lounges.

Three what?!

No. Absolutely not.

Unlike other girls, my definition of fun

doesn't include giving it up
to every guy with a lame line.

You recognize him, Courtney?

No. Did you guys find my iPod?

Is that the guy who took it?

He was pushed off the roof
of your hotel this morning.

Oh, God.

I have a witness, Courtney,

that places another girl on the roof.

And you think that that's me?

Was it?

I don't know what else to say.

I don't know him, I've
never met that girl,

and I didn't kill anybody.

Apparently, you do know what to say.

Do you have any theories
on the murder weapon?

Sloughing of the skin
made that difficult,

and the bruising was too amorphous.

I had to make an invasive incision

around the periphery of
the cranium and peel back

the outer epithelial layer.

So you had to remove her face.

In a manner of speaking.

And in doing so, I
discovered these wounds.

More than one?

Yes. Plural.

She suffered multiple

depressed and basilar skull fractures.

Now...

we welcome the tool marks to the party.

I'll help you cast them.

Do you have any Micro-Sil down here?

Always.

And you just forgot to
mention her until now?

What? Was that important?

Okay, so our female victim
had her head bashed in

with an iron at the hotel. Ouch.

I found this blond hair on Paul's shirt.

No match in the system,
but it's probably female.

H and I just questioned Hillary Swanson.

She has blond hair.

Walter, you know as well as I do

that there are a million
girls with blond hair in Miami.

Yeah, but that bouncer
at the beach party

mentioned seeing Alexis
with a mysterious blond, too.

You know what? You guys are right.

This isn't a fluke; they're targeted.

Yeah, they're getting
picked off one by one.

By a killer blond.

I already told Lieutenant Caine.

Then why not submit
to a DNA test, Hillary?

And chance some false positive?

I'm not an idiot.

I watch Jury TV.

Tell you what... how about we wait

till the warrant for the
DNA sample comes through,

then we'll see where things are.

I had no reason to
kill those three people.

Oh, no. Only the guy who
gave you the black eye.

It's severely damaged.

Probably caused by excessive bleaching,

dying or straightening.

Okay, overworked hair.

Not exactly the, uh...

the break in the case I was looking for.

Let me run an analysis.

Not that it's any
justification to murder anyone,

but from the sound of it,
those three were asking for it.

Ooh.

Michael, that's a little dark.

Well, at the risk of being crass,

the female vic was a belligerent
drunk, by all accounts;

the gent thrown from the roof
punched a girl in the face;

and from what I hear,

your victim was the ringleader
in seriously embarrassing

that girl last year in a sex video.

Well, when you put it that way...

Just got back from the
Broward Police Department.

The chubby girl in the video,

Jill Quinn, filed a
complaint against Brad Donner.

Yeah, we were just talking about her.

What do you got? Nothing.

Checked last known.

Moved out six months ago, no forwarding.

Sounds suspicious.

Well, maybe, maybe not.

After being humiliated like that

in front of the camera, I think
I'd want to disappear, too.

Yeah.

Hmm, interesting.

The hair shows traces of isotretinoin,

a controlled acne medication,

and Fenproporex.

Fenproporex is an illegal amphetamine

used for an appetite suppressant.

Diet pills. That would
explain the hair's degradation.

A side effect of both drugs

is alopecia.

Thinning hair.

I'm aware of what it is.

So, we got hardcore diet
pills. We got acne medication.

If she is our killer blond,

she might not look anything
like she did in the video.

You know what, Frank?

Jill Quinn may have disappeared,

but she might not be out of town.

She might have made
herself unrecognizable.

This is the photo of Jill Quinn
from the initial police report.

You're, uh, manipulating the photo?

With a visualization software.

Think of it like a
weight-loss simulator.

It extrapolates from the bone structure

and body shape to render

an accurate prediction of what
someone might look like, say,

a hundred pounds lighter.

There.

You got to be kidding me.

Can you make her brunette?

Yeah.

Do you recognize her, Frank?

Do I ever.

Calleigh and I met her

at the Ciel Bleu Hotel bar today.

Can you guys tell me
what's going on here?

Courtney, your real name
is Jill Quinn, isn't it?

And you're not a victim...

You're our killer.

We have Paul Arnett...

...Brad Donner and Alexis Wilkes.

So?

So you killed these people.

I lost some weight

and changed my name.

It doesn't mean I killed anyone.

I saw the video.

And they humiliated you.

That gives you motive.

You were the last person
seen with Brad Donner

before he was pushed
off the hotel rooftop.

Stop.

What's the matter?

Ow!

What was that for?!

Your turn, huh?

There was another girl.

Oh, we know.

She's the one who identified you.

Just like the blond hair
that you left on Paul

identified you as his killer.

You put him in that hole.

But I'm not blond.

You were until you dyed
your hair this morning.

DNA's a match.

And Alexis didn't steal
your hotel card key.

You took advantage of her
while she was drunk, didn't you?

You gotta go. You're cut off.

You go. I want a drink.

I've got her.

I pressed charges for what
they did to me last year.

I cried for help,

and no one did anything.

They ruined my life
and got away scot-free.

You should have seen their faces
when they realized who I was.

You don't remember me, do you?

No, should I?

Why would I? Who are you?

I was the fat girl
whose life you destroyed.

No, please don't...!

Payback's a bitch.

When I met Brad last year...

Deep down I knew that he
was too good to be true.

But I trusted him, anyway.

And I was just a joke
to him and his friends.

But the joke was on him.

The fireworks and the impaling
were just icing on the cake.

You know, usually when
somebody goes through

a change like you did, they're happier.

What they did to me was inhuman.

And they deserved what they got.

Is spending the rest
of your life in prison

going to be worth it, Jill?

It is.

Fair enough.