CSI: Miami

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Hello?

Oh, my God!

BOY (groaning): Help.

Stay back, okay? Stay back.

Get you out of here.

I need an ambulance at the corner

of Orchard and Bloom.

And a fire truck, hurry!

This looks ugly.

Yeah. One dead, one survivor.

Any sign of a second driver?

No, fled the scene. I've got patrol

barricading the neighborhood.

So I assume they've got someone on his trail? Yeah.

Horatio's canvassing the perimeter.

Also, there's a possible witness.

A Good Samaritan was jogging...

Pulled the victim's son out of the back of the SUV.

Possibly saved his life.

Is that the victim's son in the back of the ambulance?

That's him.

Hey, what are you doing?

You could be compromising evidence.

You know the way I feel about it is, he is going to replay

this day over and over again in his mind.

I don't want it to be any worse.

Hang on a second.

I need a paramedic! She's alive!

Hang in there, sweetheart.

Give her some room, please.

Give her some room. She gonna be okay?

It's too soon to tell.

We believe she was driving the other car.

What? No, that's Lily, my sister.

Wait a minute, she was in the Escalade with you? Yes.

Can I go?

Yeah, stay with her.

She must've been thrown from the vehicle.

Question is,

who was driving the Bentley?

Somebody with something to hide.

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Good, thanks.

Well, patrol just got back to us.

License plate belongs to a Billy Jones.

Okay.

Well, where the hell is he?

Uh, he wasn't here.

Reported it stolen last night.

That means somebody jacked the car,

caused a crash to kill the woman and fled.

Guy's a one-man crime spree.

Whoa, whoa-- we don't even know

which car caused the accident yet.

Well, we know that innocent people don't flee the scene.

All right.

Huh... Well, I can take the steering wheel back to the lab.

Try it for prints.

Yeah, good idea.

Hold up a second.

This seat is set back like mine is.

Farther, even.

All right, so we must be looking for a big guy.

: Oh...

I think the word that you were looking for

is "tall," Officer Cardoza.

We're looking for a tall guy.

About 6'4", at least.

Hmm. You know, our Good Samaritan

isn't looking so good.

People still asking you questions?

Nah, I'm just waiting for my sister to pick me up.

Thought you said you were jogging.

You don't live around here?

You were the one driving the Bentley, weren't you?

: Okay.

I own this very successful video game company.

And when people find out you have a lot of money,

they'll use any excuse to sue.

Are you admitting you were at fault in the accident?

No, I just wanted to consult with my lawyer.

Well, you're going to need one that specializes

in criminal defense; this is vehicular manslaughter.

No, no, no-- I was just making a turn.

They came out of nowhere.

(tires screeching, woman screaming)

How come you don't have a scratch on you?

I guess I was lucky. Lucky, huh?

Not so much.

We know that that car was stolen.

I didn't steal it.

I was returning it.

Yeah, see, you already used

that Good Samaritan story once already.

Look, my sister's dating the guy who owns the Bentley.

She got into a situation with him.

I was just returning the car.

Well, I guess we'll need your sister to come in and verify

that story. Sure.

Okay...

Bring him over to Holding.

Don't touch me!

Excuse me! Excuse me, where is my brother?!

Ma'am? Ms. Emparo, Ms. Emparo, it's okay.

Calm down, all right? I got it. Let's... I want to see Victor.

Okay, I have a few questions, then you can talk to him.

No, first I see him, then I answer your questions.

Um, your brother...

is in a lot of trouble.

Why?

He was driving a stolen car

when the accident occurred.

You know anything about that?

I told you, let me see him first.

All right.

You need to have a seat.

Your brother's being arrested for grand theft auto.

I'll have to call upstairs to see if I can get permission.

Victor didn't steal it.

I did.

But I didn't mean to.

It's my ex-boyfriend's car. We were fighting.

It got really heated, and I got scared.

I had to get out of there, so I took off.

In a car that didn't belong to you?

But I never meant to keep it.

I couldn't face Billy again,

so Victor offered to return the car.

He was just trying to protect me.

CSI Cardoza!

We got a problem in here!

What happened? Uh, I don't know.

We just found him like this. What happened to him?

Officer, what is going on?

He doesn't have a pulse.

Get an EMT in here. Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

I think he's the largest one I've ever caught.

Look, I don't understand. How did he end up

on the floor of the holding cell?

Pretend this is Victor's head.

And I assume the gelatin is his brain?

Which, before the crash,

was a solid mass. Mm-hmm.

But then...

He suffered a diffuse axonal injury from the impact,

which started an ischemic cascade

that caused apoptosis

leading to neuron necritis.

His head shook so hard, it broke his brain?

Fractured with invisible cracks.

(tires screeching, woman screaming)

Once Victor's brain stopped working, so did his

lungs and heart. What happened to him, Officer? What is going on?

But he was fine.

I spoke with him after the accident.

He was completely coherent.

It's called "talk and die" syndrome.

The jostling rips the nerves apart,

causing the brain cells to atrophy, which takes time.

He could've gone on for days before dropping dead.

Huh. This brings the body count

on this accident to two.

Man, it's insane.

I mean, the guy was standing right over there.

Looked fine to me.

Yeah, I bet he thought he dodged a bullet.

Anyway, Walter, last time I checked

you can't charge a dead man with vehicular manslaughter.

Looks like the family may still want to pursue civilly.

So Horatio wants all the "i's" dotted and "t's" crossed.

Okay, you want me to tell you what happened, Walter?

Yeah.

Victor Emparo came out of the stop sign

too fast into oncoming traffic.

End of case.

Let's go eat. Yeah, case isn't closed

until we got some solid physical evidence, my friend.

I'm hungry.

And what I got here says the northern-most end of the debris

indicates a point of impact approximately

12 feet, three inches from the point of reference.

And according to Victor Emparo's account,

he was turning right from the southwest corner.

And judging from the, uh, damage done to the SUV here,

it rear-ended the Bentley.

Which means the SUV must have been coming from that way, over the bridge.

Exactly.

Yeah, width of the mark is consistent with an SUV's tires.

Only problem is,

this tread is arcing away from the center of the road.

It's turning into the Bentley.

If somebody cuts you off, your natural reaction

is to turn away, avoiding the crash.

How in the hell did you fit under there?