CSI: Miami

South Beach, are you ready to party?!

It's going to be off the hook! Spring break is here!

All right, ladies, this...

this is for Babes on Break.

You got to show America what you got.

All right.

One...

two...

three!

Oh, my God.

I got a T-shirt.

Dude...

Where's the car?

Dude, where are we?

My God.

Hey!

You better get up.

Tide's coming in.

Hey, wake up.

Hey, what...?

Whoa! My...! Geez!

What the...? Oh, geez!

Let's get out of here.

Hate to state the obvious,

but her neck's been broken.

Sunburn says she's a tourist.

You know what that means.

Mm-hmm.

Come down here, looking to blow off steam

and they think the rules don't apply.

Welcome to spring break.

How'd this happen, sugar?

All you wanted was a week of fun and sun.

Good times, hanging out with your friends.

Should've have been

the time of her life, Alexx...

instead of the end of it.

Help me with this body bag, will you?

Guys who found her, slept out here

last night, 20 feet away.

They didn't see or hear anything.

Drunken, passed-out kids; I guess that's possible.

Hang on a second, guys.

Hang on. I want a new one,

and let's put her in the VIP Room, please.

All right?

New body bag... copy that.

Maybe she was dumped.

Nope.

No drag marks. It means she was killed right here.

This time of year,

all the nuts roll downhill to South Florida.

Speed? Big party.

How do you figure?

It's motor oil.

Only snowbirds would be dumb enough

to park way out here.

They're lucky the tide

didn't take their vehicle.

Okay, let's set a grid ten yards

in both directions.

See what we get. You got it.

All right.

Hey, blondie.

You're hot. Flash me.

Why don't you show me something?

Come on, flash me. Flash me.

You know you want to.

Is this hot enough for you?

Or you want to see

my weapons permit? Hey...

I didn't mean anything.

Motel manager called it in.

Says there were a hundred kids

out here last night, and no one saw anything.

Was our vic staying here?

It's hard to say.

They pack these kids, eight, ten to a room.

Got to go finish up with the manager.

Hmm.

He hasn't been down there long.

It usually takes a while for the body to float.

Body gasses have to have time to build up.

Well, it looks like somebody's getting wet.

Music to my ears.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey!

Ow! Whoo!

Excuse me, ma'am?

Yeah?

Could we talk to you?

If you promise not to call me, ma'am.

Your friend is totally hot.

Do you know if he has a girlfriend?

Uh, not currently.

Well, how old is he?

Cute girls.

Yeah, they thought you were cute, too.

Oh, yeah? What'd they say?

They were wondering if you had a younger brother.

Funny.

Nah, I don't think he drowned.

There's no foam around his nostrils

or his mouth.

Means there's no water in his lungs.

He's got scratches on his feet.

His arms are bruised.

I don't know, it looks like he's been beaten.

He might've been wasted, too.

Check out the tag on his trunks, on backwards.

Something's not right.

We should get an autopsy.

You find something?

I think so.

Still a little girl, isn't she?

Take a look at this,

Horatio.

We've got a biter.

At least six sets of marks, avulsed.

Most dramatic type.

Bites like this don't just happen.

He's a predator.

Let's see if has a history.

I'll swab for saliva and semen.

See if there's anything for CODIS.

Okay, and I will call the odontologist.

Hey!

Buddy!

Hey!

You want to get this moving!

Hey! Ted Zink, Matraca Tequila.

You're in my party area.

Your what?

We're hosting a big event for the Greeks.

Part of our spring break marketing package:

uh, Lauderdale, Daytona, Miami Beach.

We take the party wherever the kids are.

You know, you hook them young, they're yours for life.

Sir, can you read the yellow tape right there?

It says "crime scene."

Hey, I got permit to be here.

Oh... you got a permit.

Yeah, that's right. From Parks and Rec.

Well...

I'm going to let you tell that to the family

of the girl that got murdered here last night.

Whoa, hold on...

I'm going to let you tell them

that we can't process this crime scene

because you have a permit for a party.

You misunderstood me...

Then I'm going to arrest your cheap, tequila-pushing ass

and have you spend the night in lockup

with all the drunk-and-disorderlies

and you can smell the vomit of the fraternity boys.

You know what?

Maybe I-I... maybe I should just wait

until you're finished.

That's a capital idea, Ted.

: I think we have enough to write a paper...

Good job, guys.

Hmm, three months ago.

: Yes, hello.

Horatio.

It's Alexx.

Hey. How bad is it?

Bad.

Couldn't recover any semen?

Oh, I recovered it.

Sent it on to CODIS.

Findings are postmortem.

The vaginal tears at five, six and seven.

No resistance or compliance by our victim.

Was she unconscious?

I was hoping for that, too.

So I swabbed her wounds.

No blood was circulating at the time of penetration.

She was already dead.

All right, Alexx, thank you.

Rachel Moon.

That's her picture.

The birth date says 1979.

There's no way she's 24 years old.

Well, if it's a fake, it's a good one.

There's no glue lines,

no bumps.

Lamination thickness is dead-on.

Whatever happened

to just stealing your older sister's I.D.?

These days, you don't have to.

Any college kid with a color printer

and a high-rez scanner can rip these things out.

This is quality work.

State seal.

Ultraviolet ink.

Security layer.

Man, this guy's good.

Got him.

He missed the third layer of the laminate.

We traced the license back