All language subtitles for CSI Miami - 4x03 - Prey.en

Come on, do another one.

Go for it.
It's all you.

Okay, here it goes.

That's what
I'm talking about.

What are you doing?

Dancing.

With your tongue?
Total lesbo.

Don't be a buzzkill.

You're wasted.
So?

So...

So I'm two shots behind.

( laughing ):
Well, let's get you some, baby!

( chanting ):
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Frank.

Horatio.

What do you have, Frank?

Abandoned car,
missing girl.

Girl's name
is Sarah Jennings.

What do we know about Sarah?

Kid from Georgia.

Just turned 18.

Was here with her class
for a trip to the Bahamas.

Boat was due to
leave this morning.

She never made it.

Her friend went
looking for her

and found her car.

That the friend?
Yeah.

Name is, uh...

Tina Saunders.

She gave us a picture
of the missing girl.

She's pretty.

What about parents?

We've been in touch.

They're on their way to Miami
as we speak.

We've also got blood

on the inside
of the back window.

I noticed that.
It's transfer.

We also have a blood trail
leading away from the car.

Vomit.

Looks like things
took a wrong turn here.

It's not looking
too good, Horatio.

On the contrary.
There is a chance

this girl is alive...

and we are going to find her.

* Yeah! *

* We don't get fooled again *

* Don't get fooled again *
* No, no. *

You call in the cadaver dogs?

Those are
rescue dogs, Eric.

Officer.

We get anything that belonged

to the victim yet?
We're about to find out.

I found something
in Sarah's hotel room.

It's her favorite top.

All right, look,
we get a hit on anything,

I'll get ahold of you.
Appreciate it.

So do you think that will help?

It's going to help.

You're a good friend.

I should've never left her
at that club.

You left the club
about 2:00 a.m.?

Yeah, 2:00.

I already told the detective.

Well, timelines vary
in the excitement.

No, I'm sure.

When I took off,
Sarah was at the bar.

Okay.
Thank you.

CAINE:
Mr. Wolfe.

Found an earring.

Looks like the same kind
as we saw

in the missing girl's photo.

Means we might have her DNA.

You get any prints?

Couple of juicy latents inside.

Check out the outside of the
driver's window.
I see that.

That's a handprint.

Somebody was watching her.

In more ways than one.

Pop that trunk, please.

Hmm...

Look at that.

See, that receiver
right there, Mr. Wolfe,

is attached
to that hidden camera

in the rearview.

A mobile spy camera?

What do we know about this car?

Two things--

teenagers aren't usually
allowed to rent cars,

and this one's registered
to Oceanward Travel.

Okay, so you call them,
make a reservation,

and I'll pay a visit.

She's missing?

And she was driving
one of your rental cars.

You have to understand
our business.

We provide students with
the ultimate travel experience.

We take care of our kids,
but we never break the law.

Valid license.

Says she's 18.

She was a minor

who's disappeared on your watch.

Ms. Jennings shouldn't
have even been out

last night.
Why is that?

The kids sign
a behavior contract
with our travel agency.

And she was already
on probation

for a curfew violation
from two nights ago.

So you installed that camera
to ensure that she made curfew.

Beg your pardon?

There is a surveillance camera

in the rearview mirror
of that car, Mr. Griffith.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Maybe picking up

a little extra cash
selling underage sex tapes.

You kidding me?

Somebody installed the camera

and the car is registered
to you.

( stammers ):
Oh... look,

I'll help you guys, okay?

Any way I can.

I'm sorry she's missing,
but I-I did not plant a camera

and I had nothing to do
with her disappearance.

Okay? Nothing.

So what do you think
about the spy camera, Brayne?

Well, the web camera on the mirror
transmitted the feet
to the laptop in the trunk,

then transmitted the feed out
via wireless modem

Can you determine who was
receiving the signal?

I'm sorry,
I left that seminar
at the lunch break.

But I paged the resident
computer geek,

and he says
he's on his way.

Do you have anything
you can show me?

Let's see.

Here's all the
video recovered

from Sarah's rental car.

Check it out, this
is from last night.

Who's the guy?

Whoever he is...

she is wasted.

What does that have
to do with anything?

It's her car, it's her backseat,

you throw in a
lot of booze...

She put herself in a
compromising position.

A woman always has the right
to say no.

I know that.

I'm just saying
she made herself a target.

She was a teenager.

And?

You add alcohol,
hormones to the mix,

you can get a pretty
out-of-control kid.

Wow, he's pissed.

They're in some
sort of an argument.

One thing's clear--
we have to find him.

Picture's grainy.

Let's get a still
of the guy anyway.

We checked you out, Brad.

The bouncers at Liquid Neon

say you're out clubbing
seven nights a week.

So?

I like to have a good time.

The girl in this
picture's missing.

Yeah.

I heard about it
on the radio.

Bummer.

But we just made out in her car.

No, I'm old enough.

WOLFE:
So, uh...

how do you explain all that
blood we found in the car?

You tell me,
you're the detectives.

Actually, we're CSIs.

And we have a warrant
to collect your DNA.

I could've saved you the time.

The blood's mine.

Chick elbowed me in the nose.

Oh, my God, are you kidding?!

And then you got mad

and you dragged her
out of the car.

Wasn't me, man.

Who was it?

Beats me.

Some crazy stalker
guy shows up,

starts screaming at her
to get out of the car.

It was insane.

MAN:
What are you
doing there?!

Oh, no.
Ouch!

Oh, my God,
are you kidding me?!

MAN:
Okay, guy, you
get out of here.

Come on,
leave her alone.

Right.
So did you get a good look

at this "crazy stalker guy"?

The chick almost
broke my nose.

I couldn't deal.
I got out of there.

That's the truth, straight up.

We'll see just how
straight up it is.

Put your hands
on the screen.

We need your prints.

Not like that.

Like this.

Prints not a match.

Brad was telling the truth.

At least about that.

I'll have patrol
keep some eyes on him.

In the meantime, we have
a possible stalker out there

whose handprints match these.

We better get on it.

Horatio, you
got a minute?

Is it regarding
Sarah Jennings?
No.

Sorry, but it's going
to have to wait.

I think you're gonna
want to hear about this.

File appeared on my desk,
old murder case,

except the file's
different than ours

and the numbers don't match
anything in our system.

How does it
relate to me?

You're listed as the
arresting officer.

What are
the first two numbers

on that case file,
please?

Uh... 95.

Okay.

I want you to do me a favor
and lay that on my desk

and I will take care of it.

Okay. Whatever you say.

Thank you, ma'am.

Yeah, Jennifer.

Yes, Horatio Caine.

Well, um...

that day that we
talked about has arrived.

What I want you to do

is just stay in the house
until you hear from me.

Oka... I understand.

Just wait for my call.

Officer Jessop.

Yes, Lieutenant.

How would you like
to make some overtime?

Sure.

There's a young lady I know

and her life may be in danger.

Witness or victim?

She's both.

What's her name?
Her name is
Jennifer Wilson.

She lives at 720 Bayside Road.

You see or hear anything,
you let me know.

You can count
on me, sir.
Good.

PAULA:
Lieutenant.

Sir, I've just heard
over the radio there's

some action
down at the beach,

near Liquid Neon.

It's about your missing girl.

I'm on my way.

CAINE:
Eric.

Did you get something?

We had the dogs
working her scent.

Canvassed the entire
neighborhood and found this.

It's an I.D.

It's Sarah's.

She's still alive.

Why do you say that?

Woman jogging said
she saw a girl matching

Sarah's description
drop the purse.

She said the girl looked
agitated, disoriented.

How long ago?

Not even
half an hour.

She's out there.

Yeah, but in which direction?

H.

Yeah.

Did you get something?

Yeah.

Yeah, the stain
on the outside of the purse
I don't know what it is--
I'll get it to Trace--

But I found this pill inside the pocket.

It's stamped. It's Adderine.

Pharmaceutical grade.

Attention deficit disorder?

Her medical history
didn't say anything about ADD

so no doctor gave her this drug.

You're exactly right,
but you know what, Eric?

I know who did.

A drug dealer?

Okay, now you're
just insulting me.

Adderine, Mr. Griffith,
is an amphetamine

and a prescription drug.

Getting kids high part
of the "ultimate experience"

you were talking about?

Help us out here, Griffith,
she could

still be alive.
Help us out here.

CAINE:
Here's what I'm going
to do, Mr. Griffith.

I'm going
to speak to some

of Sarah's friends
and see what else

you put in those
vacation packages.

Tourism is cutthroat.

All right? We needed an edge,

so I-I sold her a
little pick-me-up.

If we find her dead,
that's going to be on you.
Hey, I can't help it

if the kid had vices.
Frank,

why don't you start the process

on Mr. Griffith,

please.

GRIFFITH:
Hannah, get ahold of my wife.

Give her the keys to the agency.

Tell her to lock up.

I'll get ahold of her
when all this

gets straightened out.

Right away,
Mr. Griffith.

Hang on a second.

You were at the beach this
morning, ma'am, weren't you?

No.

Oh, yes, you were.

Those needles around your feet

are from bottle brush trees
where you hid Sarah's purse.

Right?

Ted made me do it.

He said to make sure
there was a witness.

I asked her, all right?

I found it at the club,
and then she disappears.

How's that make me look?

It makes you look guilty.

Here's the good news.

Now you have company.

Stand up, ma'am.

Let's go.

Hey.
Hey.

Horatio says you
were running Trace
on the purse.

Yeah, the stain
on the outside is

a mixture of ethanol,
rose oil and honey.

It's rose-honey vodka.

It's a floral alcohol.

It's a new
thing in clubs.

They call it Red Bayou.

I've never heard of it.

That's because
Red Bayou

doesn't go in stores
until next month.

Guess where the company's
test marketing it?

Liquid Neon.

The club where Sarah
was last seen.

Miss Nordoff,
I understand you're

the sales rep for Red Bayou
in the southern states.

That's correct.

Sarah Jennings is missing.

The club owner said you were
with her for most of the night.

It's my job to make sure someone
like Sarah is into our drink.

Someone like Sarah?

Young, friendly, hot.

She was like
a walking billboard.

Oh! Oh, my God,
I amso sorry.

That's okay.

Go for it.
It's all you, girl.

Okay. Here goes!

Viral marketing,
that's your tactic.

I hate that term.

I create trends.

You used Sarah.

I supplied a service.

Regardless. Your new
beverage is about to get

some very bad publicity.

It would be to your
benefit to tell us

everything you remember
about Sarah from last night.

I told you-- she was popular.

Guys were all over her.

One said he wanted
to take her out on his boat.

Do you remember his name?

Oh, man.

There's so many.

Something Marshall.

Said he sailed out of...

Cutler Bay Marina.

I need you to write
down the names of any guys

you might remember
from last night.

Horatio?

I may have something.

The dock master said there was a boat
registered to Jeff Marshall

in subrange 28

So where's Jeff?

I don't know.

Jeff Marshall!

You in there?

Serious, dude,
let me grab a couple things

and I'll meet you...

Horatio.
Yeah.

Take a look.

I, uh,
gotta call you back.

Hey, Jeff?

TRIPP:
Miami Dade Police!

Jeff, why don't
you join us?

Come on.

Yeah, I'm Jeff Marshall.

TRIPP:
Looked like you were
about to bust out

in a 40-yard dash.

I have a problem
with authority.

You also have
a problem

with Sarah Jennings.

Who?

Sarah Jennings is the lady

you had here last night.

There were a bunch
of girls here last night.

How do you explain this, Jeff?

TRIPP:
Deja vu.

More vomit.

You trying to
hide something, sport?

It's mine.
It happened last week.

Bad shellfish.

TRIPP:
You been wearing those jeans
all week, too?

I want some answers, right now.

I want my lawyer.

You can contact your lawyer
on the way downtown.

MAN:
They said I would
find you here.

Where's my daughter?!

What'd you
do with her?
Take it easy. Mr. Jennings.

you can't be here right now.
It's all
over the news!

Is this the guy?
Is this him?
That's the guy.

I'll kill you myself, you
understand? With my bare hands!

Mr. Jennings, listen to me.

Now, I want to find Sarah
as much as you do,

but I need your help.

Where are you staying?
At the
Stonemoor Hotel.

My wife and I are setting
up a command post.

Go back to your hotel
and wait for my call.

I'll take care
of this, all right?

All right.
Okay?

Okay.
Fine, go ahead
and do that.

I'll call you.

Go ahead.

Mr. Marshall?

I can prove that Sarah Jennings

was on your boat this morning.

Don't say
anything, Jeff.

Where is she?

To say anything,
Lieutenant,

would suggest
consciousness of guilt.

Gentlemen,

a young lady might be out there
struggling for her life.

Every seconds counts.

Come on, all you have
is a girl who drank too much.

Throw a rock on Collins,
you'll find dozens more.

Mmm. Where is she?

Where is she, Jeff?

Look... when Sarah and her
friend, Tina, left my boat,

they were fine.

What time was that?

Around 5:00 this morning.

What happened after that,
I have no idea.

Mm. That's a start.

Have you seen my friend?

H-have you seen my friend?

Have you seen my friend?

Have you?

You lied to me.

Lie?

You told me
you left Sarah

at the club
at 2:00 a.m.

Yeah.

Yeah, well,
Jeff Marshall says

you were on his boat
with her until 5:00 a.m.

Is that true?

We totally broke
the behavior contract--

drinking, popping pills,
hanging with those guys.

Look...

I was afraid they wouldn't
let me go on the Bahamas trip.

Where'd you go
after the boat?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Tina.
Really. I
was so drunk.

I passed out somewhere.

When I woke up, Sarah was gone.

I tried to look for her.

Sarah! Sarah, whereare you?!

I knew I couldn't call you guys
till my buzz wore off.

Well, that cost us
a lot of time.

And maybe
Sarah's life.
Don't you think I know that?

We need your help,
Tina, right now.

How?

What is that?

Cursory view. Sand.

Do you think
we were at the beach?

No. Beach sand is white.

It's crushed coral.
This is darker.

This is from a sand trap...

maybe.

Closest golf course
is miles away.

But there's a kids'
playground in the area.

This is like the best trip ever.

Bahamas, baby!

DELKO:
H.

Horatio.

Yeah! You got something?

That's a...

Her hair and her clothing
is damp.

The grass around her is dry.

The body is fresh.

Take a look at the buttons
on her blouse.

Could be a redress.

Give me a minute, will you?

Yeah.

Sarah...

I'm so sorry.

Alexx, please tell me

you haven't started the post
on Sarah Jennings.

Oh, she just
arrived, honey.

Not even I
work that fast.

Oh, good, then
I'm not too late.

Too late for what?

To tag our girl for
special processing.

Special processing?

You don't want me
to open her up?

Not yet.

Eric said that
Sarah's body was wet.

She was.
That doesn't
make very sense.

We found her on dry land,

and it hasn't rained
in 24 hours.

So you want to preserve
any possible evidence

until you process her.

Exactly.
It might be the only way

we find out
what happened to her.

Well, if it helps,
at first blush,

she's got petechiae.

Bruising around the throat,

and her tongue is blue.

So, she was strangled.

With sustained pressure.

Did you notice her blouse?

One of the buttons is off.

We're thinking redress.

I'll run a sexual assault kit.

Buttons are flat.

They've got a good workable
print surface.

I'm going to run them to Joseph.

Hey, Alexx,
what is it?

I'm not sure.

UV's picking up
something.

Actually, it's a lot
of something.

Take a look.

DUQUESNE:
Whatever it is,

it's all over her
clothes and her body.

I'm almost afraid
to find out what it is.

I'm going to take her
clothes to Trace.

I'll finish
the sexual assault kit.

Baby girl's trying
to tell us something.

So, Dan, did you get anything

from that camera
in Sarah's rental car?

I think so.
Check it out.

The image went
to the laptop,

then out over a
wireless phone line.

Thanks. But even I knew that.

Here's something
you didn't know.

The image was sent
to a central server in Georgia.

Georgia?

Our vic's from Georgia.

That can't be a coincidence.

Her whole
class is.

Anyone with Internet access
and a password

could access that video feed.

So how do we find our voyeur?

I tracked the
I.P. address.

I wonder how
many students

brought their
laptops down.

And it is registered

to the Stonemoor Hotel
here in Miami.

Room 503, to be exact.

You sure it's room 503?

Yeah. Why?

That's Sarah's parents' room.

Have you found the person
who did this to my daughter?

The search is ongoing.

Then why are we here?

Why is my husband
being questioned?

Okay, we traced
a hidden camera

from your daughter's
rental car

back to your
hotel room.

Sarah was being monitored.

Monitored? What do you mean?

It was not by us.
We just flew in this morning.

Did you fly together?

Well, no. Paul came in
from Houston.

He was there on business.

How would you describe

your husband's
relationship with Sarah?

I... Well, he's wonderful.

Sarah was just a baby
when we married,

but he always treated her
like his own.

Did you ever suspect

anything else going
on between them?

What are you insinuating?

You think my husband
was involved in this?

That's impossible.

Actually, he lied to
you, Mrs. Jennings.

Your husband has been
at the Stonemoor Hotel

for several days now.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

You installed
a surveillance camera

in your daughter's rental car
so you could spy on her.

You say spy.

I say protect.

From a distance.

She never knew I was watching.

That is not true either.

What's that?

That is a palm print taken from
the window of that rental car.

Is it going to match to you.

You were stalking her,
weren't you?

SARAH:
Oh, no.

I was looking out
for my daughter.

Stepdaughter, you mean?

Her mother always thought
I was being overprotective,

but, uh, she
doesn't get it.

She doesn't know
how guys can be.

When I saw Sarah
get in the backseat

with that little... creep,

I sped over to the parking lot.

Come on, honey.
What are you doing?

What are you
trying to do?

Oh, my God!
You're out
of control.

I'm 18 now.
Get over it!

You are flying home
with me tonight.

You can't tell me
what to do!

You're not even
my real father!

Sarah!

I've raised that girl

since she was two years old.

I would never hurt Sarah.

Then you, uh...

you won't mind giving me
a DNA sample, right?

Hey.

The sexual assault kit
from Sarah Jennings?

Sarah definitely
had intercourse.

But I was only able
to get one sperm head

from the vaginal sample.

One? How is that possible?
Aren't there

usually millions?

Pre-ejeculate, faulty condom,
or he could have cleaned her up.

Can you test just one?

It's tricky. I'm supposed
to save half for the defense.

In case their lab wants

to independently confirm
our lab's results.

And that's the problem.

The sample's so small,
it'll be consumed in analysis.

There won't be another half.

If we get a result,
there'll be dual discovery.

It's still a gamble.
And to be honest?

My job's not exactly
on solid ground right now.

Blame me.

I'll authorize it.

Without the DNA,

there won't be a defendant.

Okay.

beeping

DUQUESNE:
What do you know?

Not a match to any

of our male suspects.

Who is that guy?

Thomas Woodward.

Do you know him?

No. I got a list
of clubgoers

from the viral
marketing girl.

Homicide was
about to bring him
in for questioning.

If this is about the statutory
rape charge a year ago,

that was dismissed.

This one won't be dismissed.

You murdered Sarah Jennings,
didn't you?

Murder?

Yes, I can prove
that you had sex with her.

Yeah, I did.

We hooked up and had sex
on a friend's boat.

Consensual sex.

You know how it is;
tourist girls.

They come to Miami
and anything goes.

We were having a good time
until my friend showed up.

"Friend" as in Jeff Marshall.

What are you doing?!
I saw her first!

She was mine!

I've never seen Jeff so pissed.

He's got a temper,
so I just left.

How admirable.
You just left her there.

Thought she was safe.

He was mad at me, not her.

I guess I thought wrong.

Thomas said what?

That you did it.

You killed
Sarah Jennings.

That's a total lie!

Jeff...

Were you jealous

that she picked Thomas over you?

Maybe you strangled her
out of rage.

He's the one that picked her.

He chose her outside the club.

God, look at you!
You're out of control!

Check out
this sweet little thing.

One of the milk states?
Michigan, Wisconsin?

Stop it!
Stop it!

You can't tell me
what to do!

You're not even
my real father!

Sarah!

She's got daddy issues.

Talk about an easy target.

We partied with Sarah
and her friend

in Liquid Neon until 4:00,

then took it
to my boat.

Before we could get anywhere,
Sarah did an Exorcist.

Whoa!
Oh!

Nasty. Okay,
that's it.

Hey, dial it back, man.

It's the price you pay
for tapping tourists.

No, party's over.

Maybe for you.

That one's too sweet
to throw back.

Thomas went after them.

He was with them last.

I never touched her.

Really?

How do you explain
that we lifted your fingerprint

off the button of her blouse?

It matches
your ten card.

Don't say
another word, Jeff.

He doesn't have to.

A jury will hear
how he redressed Sarah
to cover his tracks.

No, they won't.
It won't make it to jury.
Judge will kick at prelim.

Not if I can help it.

DUQUESNE:
We're at a standstill.

Jeff Marshall lays it all
on Thomas.

HORATIO:
Thomas lays it
off on Jeff.

He said-he said.

Well, one of them did it.

I'm going to go back
to the crime scene.

If there's an answer waiting,
it'll be there

Okay, thank you.

Horatio, you and
I need to have
a conversation.

Now is not
a good time, Rick.

Jennifer Wilson--
does the name
ring a bell?

That's none of your business.

Well, see, you made it
my business

when you sent a patrol officer
to sit on her house.

You got no right authorizing
overtime for a case
that originated out
of our jurisdiction.

Wilson is a citizen in Miami
and may be in grave danger.

Yes, I know. I've familiarized
myself with the case.

Then you know the story
of a nine-year-old girl

who lost her parents
to a killer, don't you?

Ten years ago. New York, right?

You're still trying
to protect her.

That's the job.

Never caught the killer, right?

My heart goes out
to her,

but the taxpayers
aren't responsible

for covering the cost
of Horatio Caine's hunches.

Put it on my tab, okay?

Sounds like you been paying
that tab for a long time.

There's no evidence
of the killer.

We sure this is where
the murder took place?

No drag marks,
lividity's consistent.

We'll just have
to trust the Locard's Principle.

I know. Something taken,
something left behind.

The answer's are here.

We just don't see 'em yet.

Yeah.

Now we do.

HORATIO:
Gentlemen, I thought it was time
we had a little chat together.

Where's your lawyer, Jeff?

I fired him

for not letting
me talk.

Well, now you're going
to get your chance.

The Medical Examiner

has confirmed
that Sarah was strangled

between 5:00 a.m.
and 7:00 a.m. this morning.

After which

you redressed her, Jeff.

I walked up
on this girl in the park...

dead.

Her body showing.

What was I supposed to do,
just leave her like that?

Dude, they got your prints.
Cop a plea.

I didn't kill her.

No, you didn't. Thomas did.

Didn't you, Thomas?

What? Me?

I wasn't anywhere near
that park this morning.

Oh, yes, you were.

Thomas, you were there.

The sprinkler system
in that park goes off

automatically at 4:00 p.m.

and at 6:00 a.m. every day.

So?

The water in the park
is reclaimed.

And there is only
one source

that feeds the park.

It's from the Miami Shores
Reservoir.

DUQUESNE:
The mixture's as unique
as a fingerprint.

The water's infused

with a chemical dye--
Rhodamine "B."

You had that exact mixture
on your shirt

so you were there, Thomas.

Okay, I had sex at the park.

That's how the water
got on my back.

Doesn't mean
I killed her.

DUQUESNE:
We actually have a way
to verify that.

Show me your hands, please.

Dye in the water reacts
to ultraviolet light.

Sarah had digit
imprints on her neck.

Water places you
at the scene.

Evidence puts your
hands on her throat.

You're crazy.

You're guilty.

Get off of me!
Shut up.

I said shut up.

I said shut up!
( screams )

Tourist girls...

Officer,

get him out
of my sight.

Lieutenant,
everything okay?

I'm going to take it
from here, all right?

Good night.