Body of Proof

Heading into the East Wing for 10:00 P.M. bed check. Over.

Copy that. East Wing, 10:00 P.M. bed check.

Get in bed, Samantha.

Die! Die! Die!

Colleen.

I'm sorry.

Where's Renee?

She's gone far away.

Code green in East Wing.

Renee Caldwell is missing.

Copy that. Code green, Renee Caldwell.

Security, be advised we are on code green lockdown.

Renee! Are you in here?

Oh, my God.

Victim's name is Renee Caldwell, 15 years old.

Last seen at dinner last night.

Roommate says she never made it back to their room

for lights out.

A nurse found the body during their 10:00 P.M. bed check.

Thanks, officer Dunn.

You're welcome, Detective.

What, are you marking your territory or what?

In your dreams. But she was.

Something going on between you two?

Absolutely nothing, I assure you.

Ooh, it didn't seem like nothing.

Trust me.

I'm saving myself for someone special.

She's in full rigor. Been dead at least 12 hours.

Maybe less.

The room was full of steam when I got here.

Were the showers on?

All of 'em... full blast, high heat.

Could the hot steam have accelerated the rigor mortis?

Mm. Look at you, learning stuff.

I read a little.

Smart killer.

Strike in the shower

and then watch all the evidence wash down the drain.

That's a nasty blow to the head, too.

Three blows, all in the same place

with a blunt object.

So we haven't turned up a murder weapon yet.

Any idea what we're looking for?

There's too much blood to tell.

We'll know more once we get her cleaned up.

Renee was a, uh, paranoid schizophrenic.

It's rare in somebody so young.

Strong girl.

She was committed to...

getting out of here, moving on with her life.

It makes what happened all the more tragic.

Do you have any idea who did this?

I'm concerned about the safety of my other patients.

Could someone have just walked into the building?

No, everybody has to sign in with security.

And, uh, all the guests have been accounted for.

Could somebody have broken in?

It's unlikely...

Security does an hourly perimeter check

to ensure all windows and doors are locked.

There's been no breach.

Then Renee was probably killed by a patient.

Or... an employee.

It looks that way, unfortunately.

Well, we'd like to start

talking to the girls as soon as possible.

Of course.

But I insist on being present during the interviews.

Oh, that's not how it works.

Well, I have a responsibility to protect

the young women in my care,

many of whom are in a delicate mental state.

Being questioned by two strangers

could be disturbing,

possibly even damaging.

I can't allow you to be there.

Well, then I can't allow the interviews.

Are you impeding our investigation?

My hospital, my rules.

If you don't like it, get a court order.

So Renee was your roommate.

Did you guys get along okay?

Yeah,

till she lied to me.

What did she lie to you about?

She promised never to leave me.

Now she's dead, and I'll be alone forever.

So do you know anyone who would want to harm Renee?

Yep.

Definitely.

Who would that be?

Me.

Okay.

Tell us how you did it.

I lured her into the showers and smashed her head in.

Not like my last victim.

Uh, who... who was that?

President John F. Kennedy.

At least that case is solved.

I should've asked her about Jimmy Hoffa.

We've got no witnesses, no evidence.

We're on fire.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not crazy.

I shouldn't even be here.

And I know you've heard that a lot today,

but it's the truth.

Why'd you give me this note?

I know who killed Renee.

Okay. We're listening.

Last night, I saw a man climbing down

from the heating vent in the hallway,

right outside my room.

What did he look like?

It was too dark. I couldn't see his face.

What makes you so sure he killed Renee?

Because he came here to kill me

because of what I know.

That's why I'm here...

to keep me from telling the truth.

Then why did he kill Renee?

By mistake.

She lives just across the hall.

What do you know, Darby?

Please believe me. I'm not crazy.

Let's go, Darby.

Body Of Proof 3x10 - Committed Original air date April 23, 2013

Well, that was a bust.

I don't know.

Darby seemed different than the other girls.

Yeah, a different kind of crazy.

Yeah, that's exactly my point.

She doesn't seem that crazy to me.

Well, neither did J.F.K.'s assassin.

Yeah. Okay. You're right.

Will you say that again?

I want to use it for my ringtone.

If Darby says that she saw a guy

climbing out of the heating vent,

don't you think that you should at least check it out?

Okay, I'll have C.S.U. process the vent.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming, mom.

Quality time with my only child...

I wouldn't miss it.

But I can see by the look on your face

that this is not a social call, so...

what's going on, Megan?

I know you don't want to talk

about daddy's suicide note.

The lab found a partial print.

Not enough for an I.D., but enough

to determine... it wasn't daddy's.

And of course you believe that this print

belongs to your father's killer?

It's a possibility.

There are a thousand explanations

for this fingerprint

that don't mean murder.

Right, which is why I need to see the body.

Oh, I see what's going on here.

Now you need me to sign an exhumation notice so that...

Mom, I want this to be over as much as you do.

I seriously doubt that.

Then just sign the order, please.

I need to do this.

A... and if I find nothing on the body...

It's not a body.

It's your father.

If I don't find anything

on the body,

I swear to you, I will let it go.

Have you given a second thought as to

my feelings about this,

about how this could affect my life?

I just want the truth.

No matter who it hurts.

I'm sorry.

I'm not signing.

But...

Hey. What are you doing here?

Just returning your call.

Isn't that usually done by phone?

Yeah, but then I wouldn't get to have

the pleasure of your company.

What can I do for you?

I need help getting an exhumation order.

Who you want to dig up?

My father.

He died when I was 12,

and I grew up thinking that he killed himself.

Now you're not so sure?

Recently, I got ahold of his suicide note.

And the lab ran a test, found a partial print.

Wasn't his.

And you think he was murdered.

Yes, I do.

But I know this is... it's asking a lot of you.