All language subtitles for CSI - 2x18 - Chasing the Bus.en

WOMAN:
So what do you think?

I mean, come on.
I earned this vacation.

You ever been married?

When it's good,
it's great.

And when it's over,
it's even better. Mm- hmm.

I'm telling you, the seven
comes up every six rolls.

I got a system.

You know what
the casinos say

about guys
with systems?

What?

Welcome.

He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Everything you need to know
about craps is right in this book.

I was talking
to Shirley--

she said the only
way to make money

in that town is slots.

(rock music playing)

I'm up $1,500.

That's nice, dear.

Oh, I found
the pictures.

Look at this.
(gasps)

Oh, look at him.

He's just learning
how to walk.

Here's another one
with his sister.

Oh, there it is.

- You have
a beautiful family. - Thank you.

We've been blessed.

Yeah, we sure
have been blessed.

Well, folks, we just
hit Mountain Pass.

Means we're about 40 miles
outside of Vegas.

Some of you
are going to be

driving back
with me.

Some of you are going
to be flying back

with all the money
you're going to win.

In any case,

you just sit back, relax,

we'll see if we can't
get you there

ahead of schedule.

Hey.

Want a nip?

No. I know my limits.

(tires squealing)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

)
garbled radio transmission)

Everybody stand by.

Do not touch this car

until every victim
is off the bus.

I feel so useless.

It's still
a rescue operation.

We're not running
this show.

Yeah. Not yet.

They do their job,--

then we do ours.

Okay, you got him there?

Yeah.

Mine are lined up
right over there.

Yeah.

Let me get under.

All right.
There we go.

WOMAN:
Walter?

Where's my husband?

Walter!

Walter!

(crying)

All right, I want everybody
thinking worst case scenario.

The highway's finally ours.

Cones and pictures,
skid marks,

ice patches,
loose asphalt--

anything and everything.

- BROWN: Got it..
- It's a pretty wide area up there.

Are we clear to
call in for help?

Every Las Vegas CSl
is on their way here.

Cadets?

Call them.

(sobbing)

You the only
trauma doc?

That's right.

Lucky me.

I personally
black-tagged six.

Excuse me.

My line of work,
that's a bad night.

Yeah. Mine, too.

That the bus driver
over there?

Big surprise.
Only person

on the bus
wearing a seat-belt.

Only one on a tour bus
required to wear one.

Thank you.

Hey. Got here
as soon as I could.

What are you doing here,
Greg? All hands on deck.

That was the call, right?
Crims on the scene.

Crims with field training.

Come on.

I'm capable.

He does no collection.

You're taking
my notes.

You didn't bring
a warmer jacket?

No.

MAN:
Listen, I'll, uh...

I'll do anything
that I can.

I just want to help.
Please.

No, sir, just, uh,
uh, stick around.

I'll be right here.

Thank you.

(siren wailing)

Hey. Uh... Larry Maddox.

Owns the bus company.

Got here quick.
That should tell you something.

Yeah, he coughed up
the passenger manifest,

including the driver,
Martin Draper.

24 passengers, one PAL.

Parolee-at-large.

Calvin McBride. Seat One-C.

California State Pen,
two years, aggravated assault.

He was paroled last week.

And already
over state lines.

It was news
to his parole officer.

I'm sure it was.

You know, my guys
are matching names to faces

both here and at the hospital.

McBride tops the list.
I'm going to talk to Maddox.

Four-point sweep.

Let's roll.

Fire Department says the
driver of the Camaro is dead.

Yeah, I heard.

But I think I know why
the bus pulled to the right.

Now that is a serious blow-out.

And the front
left tire's

still intact.

Newton's Third Law:
"For every action

there is an equal
and opposite reaction."

Tire to rim.

Rim to axle.

Axle to suspension.

Suspension to frame.

And the lower radius rod arm...

which connects
the axle to the frame.

Not anymore.

So, if the rod arm broke
while he was driving...

Driver tried
to maintain control.

Veered to the left.

But turning the wheel
was probably

going to make things worse.

Putting pressure
on the right front tire,

causing it to blow.

The bus then
veers to the right

and goes off the road.

And we're back to Newton.

The theory's correct

if the rod arm was the first action.

I'm going to see what's going on

with that Camaro.

We're going to get you
out of here, okay?

Rescue!

Can you tell me your name?

MAN: Miss, you need to let him go.

Let's go on three.
One, two, three, in.

(clanging)

(doors shut)

This never happened
to me before.

The wheel just sh... shook
right out of my hands.

How long after your
scheduled stop in Barstow?

We... we... we always stop
in Barstow.

Uh... McDonald's.

The, uh...
train station one.

I understand that, Mr.
Draper, but how long after that

did the wheel start
to shake on you?

Uh...

I don't, uh...

I don't know.

Sir, are you okay?

No.

We're behind schedule.

I got to get back
to the bus.

Hold on, hold on.

Wait a second, now.

Mr. Draper...

Mr. Draper, have you had
anything to drink tonight?

I'm going to do
a preliminary field breath test.

You keep an eye
on Mr. Draper for me.

Mr. Draper,
you sit tight.

I, uh... I got to go.

This won't take a minute. I understand.

I understand.
Hang tight.

The, uh...
there's people...

I understand.

I want you to take
a deep breath.

I want you to blow into the end
of this for me, okay?

(coughing)

I need a doctor
over here.

Greg, get some help.

Greg!

Greg!

Get some help!

STOKES:
That's all right, man.

Stop apologizing.

SANDERS:
Oh, I feel bad.

I just froze up.

That's why we have
field training, Greg.

No disrespect, but you're
not qualified to be out here.

Guess I just wasn't expecting
blood to look like that--

pre-collection--
so different.

Yep.

I remember my first
time in the field.

CSl One.
Green as could be.

lnitial call
was a robbery.

I get there,
triple homicide.

Blood all over the place--
mother and two kids.

How do you deal?

You just do.

Okay, what's next?

Well, we're missing
a passenger.

The only one unaccounted for is
an ex-con named Calvin McBride.

According to Brass, he wasn't
admitted to the hospital,

and he's not in any
of the body bags.

What about the rest
stop in Barstow?

CHP and the Barstow PD
are looking.

Anybody check the bus?

I'll find out.

Fire-fighters only look
in the obvious spots.

Just out of curiosity, what
are the unobvious spots?

For bodies?
Yeah.

Walls, hot water heaters,

stuffed in the box spring
of a hotel room bed.

I found a head in
a bucket of paint once.

I get the picture.

What do you see?

Well...

McBride's not on the bus.

Grissom.

Cheap whiskey,

broken bottle, brown paper bag.

You know, I never gave
the bus driver a breath test.

Greg,

bag this, take it
to the lab,

swab the rim for DNA.

You should be wearing gloves.

Sorry.

This guy was in 1-C.

Seat 1-C was the only seat

with an unobstructed path
through the windshield.

Where's the other half
of this windshield?

STOKES: Laminated safety
glass-- pops in, pops out.

Hello,
Mr. McBride.

I'm afraid our ex-con
just got the death penalty.

WlLLOWS: He's one of the
victims in the bus crash.

He was in the Camaro.

He was driving the Camaro.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, not now.

Catherine Willows,
with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

This will just take a second.

Can you tell me
your name?

Eric.
Eric?

I just wanted to surprise her,
that's all.

If I don't make it,

please tell her
I'm sorry.

Ma'am, this is
the operating room.

You need to leave.

I need the two front wheels,
axle, suspension, all of it.

The whole front undercarriage.

You got it.

Excuse me, miss.

This is
a crime scene.

It's off limits.

I know.

I was, uh...
I was on the bus.

Why are you here?

I don't...

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

(sighs)

Shreds of rubber everywhere.

Between the crash, and all
the other interstate traffic,

it might as well
be the Indy 500.

This stuff could be from any vehicle.

There's no doubt that this bus
body-checked this K-Rail.

(tires squealing)

You got that "Sara" look.

You mean that "Grissom" look?

Second set
of skid marks.

Camaro.

I got a theory.

Grissom said the suspension
gave on the bus, right?

Broken rod arm.

Well,
I'm thinking

when that rod arm
hit the pavement

it made this great
first impression here.

Okay, this is the bus.

The bus begins
to slide right.

Driver overcorrects.

Crosses the highway...

slams into the K-Rail.

Meanwhile,

the Camaro's holding
steady in the right lane,

heading straight
for us.

Bus bounces off
this K-Rail...

back towards us.

Taking out anything
in its path.

Bus crosses four
lanes of traffic,

and only takes out
the car behind it?

Yeah. Someone upstairs
was looking out big-time.

Hey, boss.

I had a feeling
you were coming.

I ran the DNA
on that whiskey bottle.

You'll never guess.

It's not the bus driver,

but I do have an answer
behind door number two.

Seat number 1-C.

Calvin McBride.

He's an ex-con.
Found his DNA in CODlS.

Good, Greg.

Did you enjoy
being in the field?

You heard about it, too?

What?

That I...

messed up.

No.

Well, then I enjoyed it fine.

You're telling me this
guy wasn't intoxicated?

Not a drop of ethanol
in his system--

not even
from cough syrup.

He could barely
put a sentence together.

If he wasn't drunk,
then what was he?

My guess, hungry.

Driver's medical eval

taken just
last month.

Martin Draper, 40.

Overweight.

One of 15 million
people

in this country suffering
from Type ll diabetes.

On any medication?

Primary course of treatment
would have been exercise

and weight loss
to lower blood sugar.

Doesn't look like
he was hitting the gym.

But he was
dieting.

Crash dieting.

Didn't find

any food in
his stomach.

Means he
hadn't eaten

anything in at least six hours.

An empty stomach
invites hypoglycaemia.

Symptoms of which can
mirror intoxication.

And in extreme cases?

Loss of consciousness
and seizure.

Do I pass?

Cum laude.

Cause of death?

Just what you'd expect.

Massive injuries,
internal bleeding.

So it's not the driver.

We're looking at the bus.

Check this out.

A bolt?

Nice.

I got 20 of them.

Well,
this one's sheared.

It is, isn't it?

Bus company just faxed over
a maintenance report.

Bus was in
perfect working order.

Serviced last week.

Does this look like it's
in perfect working order?

Uh... no.

What did you get?

Three-quarter
inch bolt.

It matches the bolt on the
specs for this suspension system.

The hex head says
it's a grade eight.

Snapped in half?

Bolts are graded according
to their hardness.

The higher the grade,
the stronger the steel.

STOKES: A grade eight bolt
shouldn't snap like a toothpick.

Did you do a Rockwell
Hardness test?

Yeah,
I hit it with the True- Blue.

It's not a grade eight.
It's a grade five.

Often, when there's one...

there's another one.

Bus company
was using bogus bolts.

Inferior bolts would cause
the suspension to give--

the bus veers off the road.

If the sheared bolts

were the first
action.

No, the bolts snapped
midway through the skid,

after the bus hit the K-Rail.

Proof?

The gouge in the road.

Broken rod arm,
maybe?

Okay.

Driver hits the brakes,
initiates the skid.

Why did he
hit the brakes?

Another vehicle.

Nope. Only two sets
of fresh skid marks

on that stretch
of highway.

And the Camaro's skid marks
place it behind the bus.

So I ask again--

why did he
hit the brakes?

(chuckles)

Man, there could
be a million reasons.

Well, fortunately,
we're just looking for one.

The kid in the Camaro
didn't make it.

Eric Kevlin, 32.

He was a resident
at the UCLA Med Centre.

He was on his way to Vegas
to surprise his girlfriend.

Only to end up
pinned under a bus.

But he's rescued.

Given a second chance on life.

And, uh... he signs this.

It's a pre-op DNR.

BRASS:
"Do not resuscitate"?

It doesn't make sense
for a young person.

Why refuse CPR?

MAN: Our company has an
excellent safety record.

BROWN:
Until last night.

Look, you own an airline
or a bus company--

any transport business--
accidents are inevitable.

- Criminal acts, however,
are another matter. - Wait a minute.

I've got a family. Sometimes they ride my

I don't take a chance with
their lives or anybody else's.

I screen all my drivers. Zero
tolerance for drugs or alcohol.

I keep strict maintenance records.
Vehicle inspection every 45 days

You're not going to find
anything criminal here.

I believe this belongs to you.

Bolt, grade eight.

Sheared.

It doesn't happen.

The front suspension
was riddled with these.

We have more questions
about the accident, but one thing we know--

the suspension didn't hold.

I buy all my spare parts
from reputable companies.

We only care about the bolts.

Brillway Bolt Company.

I just switched;
they were low bid.

The consequences
of saving a buck.

I think maybe it's time
for another inspection.

I'll ground
the fleet.

I get it,
I get it, I get it.

It's busy here
in Barstow.

But you do remember the bus?

Yeah. I knew
the driver-- Marty.

Always fill him up
on the return trip.

I remember this one guy
kept checking me out.

Bought a lot
of turkey jerky.

Oh, and this one couple
was having a fight.

Did, uh... did they
come off the bus?

I don't know.

But you do
remember the bus?

Of course. Mojave Express.

Always on time. Ten-minute rest stop,
right back on the road.

Did you see a couple arguing?

No. But it was really busy.

Hey, Nick.

Making
any progress?

Just this jacket so far. Passenger seat. And

We checked Kevlin's property
at the hospital.

There's no wallet.

Guy drives from L.A.
four and a half hours--

I got an idea.

(grunts)

Hand me that, uh...
crowbar there, please.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Bingo.

I always take mine out.

Pain in the ass.

Literally.

Yeah, that's him.

Yeah.

Nice-looking girl.

Wait.

I've seen her.

Yeah. Yeah, I've seen her.

She was in
the accident.

He said he wanted
to surprise you.

He did.

In Barstow, at the rest stop.

It was supposed
to be a girls' weekend.

Come back to L.A. with me.

No! This is my weekend.

If this is going to
work, I need my space.

- I don't want
to lose you. - Then go back home.

I saw him pull out.

Drive off.

Well, he didn't
drive back to L.A.

I wish I hadn't yelled at him.

Is there any reason why Eric,
in a medical crisis,

would refuse resuscitation?

What are you talking about?

He consented to lifesaving surgery, but...

signed a DNR.

My God.

It's because he was a doctor.

He saw it every day.

People hooked up to machines,
waiting to die.

He swore he wouldn't
let anyone he loved

go through that.

And, if his life was at stake,

he wanted to make
the hard decision

so no one else would have to.

I thought I told you
I'd page you with the results.

I know. I want to wait.

Greg?

You're really good
at what you do.

Sabotage.

Grissom.

I finally know
the first action.

What initiated the skid.

The right front tire
started to come apart.

When it blew, it left
an indentation in the pavement.

I didn't see it.

You and me both.

The treads from the right
rear tire obscured it.

So, the driver overcorrects.

But, since
there's no more tire,

all that force is displaced
on the suspension system.

The bolt snaps,
the rod arm breaks

and the bus
broadsides the Camaro.

But why did the tire come apart
in the first place?

I don't know.

I do.

Chloroform. lnside the tire.

Newton's Third... with a twist.

Yeah, the front right tire
was compromised.

I found chloroform in the
interior fragments of the rubber.

Oh, that's original.
What happened to slashing tires?

It wasn't vandalism.
It was an act of premeditation.

Why chloroform? Chloroform destroys
the elasticity of the rubber.

Sooner or later,
the air pressure

inside the tire
causes it to explode.

How much later?

Well, that's what
we're going to find out.

We need a treadmill--
a big one.

All right,
to do what?

Exercise a bus. Warrick, tell Larry Maddox

it's in his best interest
to lend us one of his.

Set it up in the empty police
warehouse next door. Sara?

Yeah, I'll be in Trace.
They're going to love this.

Chloroform
in the tire?

Yeah. Weird, huh?
So, where are we?

Body count
jumped to nine dead.

Sabrina Wright,

law student, 7-B.

Pronounced an hour ago.

23 passengers,
plus the driver.

WlLLOWS: Whoever tampered with that tire
was playing Russian roulette with people's

GRlSSOM: Or maybe one
of them was a target.

Hmm... Gwen Murray, 1-B...

was unemployed,
but was clearing a bundle in alimony.

Also got the Porsche
and vacation home.

Michael Goodman,
10-C,

was picked up a couple of times
by vice for making fake I.D.s.

Ryan Hyde, a
money manager in 4-C

filed
bankruptcy last year

but carried a hefty
life insurance policy.

I mean, I could go on.

Right.

You look hard enough,

everybody's
got a skeleton.

What was her skeleton?

Tracey Logan?

Seat 8-B.

Her boyfriend
was Eric Kevlin,

the Camaro driver.

He was a doctor.

He followed her
from L.A.

They had an argument
in Barstow.

He didn't want her
in Vegas.

First step to stopping her
is stopping the bus.

And he has access to chloroform.

Chloroform can be picked up
at any chemical supply store.

Wait a minute.

Eric Kevlin was
a nervous boyfriend.

He wasn't a criminal.

Still possible.
Motive, access, opportunity.

His car should be towed in
by now.

I'll check for residue.

So, who do you like?

The bus company.

Larry Maddox--
he talks a good game

but, uh... he cheaped out
on the supplies,

and he's been way too helpful.

- You busy? - I got three minutes
and... five seconds.

Then I have
a question for you.

- Bus case? - Uh-huh.

I heard Sanders
broke out of here, fared poorly

and disgraced us all.

No, he didn't.

Listen, I... I found chloroform

on the inside
of a steel-belted radial,

and I need to know how it got there.

You ever hear the expression,
"pissing up a rope"?

Not in a scientific context, no.

Well, I don't know if you can urinate

up a rope,

but you can urinate
against a rope

and the urine will dribble down.

Answer your
question?

Yep.

You know we need to document this for
The Journal of Forensic Science, right?

Is this the twin?

Yeah, this is the rear trailing
tire of the crash bus.

It has the same maintenance
record of the tire that blew.

Chloroform, glass rod,

valve core remover...

According to Vincent in Trace,

it's like pissing
down a rope.

Gravity, huh?

Reattach the valve...

reinflate the tire...

(air hissing)

...and you're done.

Minute, minute and a half, tops.

- Did you just see that? - Yeah.

You used your left hand
to prop yourself up.

Perp could have
done the same.

Yeah. I'm going to go dust
that right rim. I'll see you guys.

Okay. "Drive," he said.
Just the speed limit.

(motor whirring)

(computer beeping)

(cell phone ringing)

Warrick.

Hey.

Yeah, okay.

I'll be there
in a minute.

Sara. She's at the print lab.

She needs me.

Checkmate.

Print off the rim matched a work card
on file-- a Sean Nolan.

So, why are
you paging me?

I pulled up his DMV records
looking for an address.

I found one. Not recent, but...

he's got a Class B license
with passenger endorsement.

WARRlCK: Oh... so he can drive
a vehicle with over ten passengers.

- I cross-checked his name
with the employee roster from Mojave

He's a driver.

Well, I guess
I'll grab a uniform

and pay Mr. Maddox
another visit.

Thanks.

Bus logged into Barstow
at 8:03 p.m.

Target would
be two hours later.

Well, if the tire was tampered with
in Barstow, it should blow any minute.

If not, it was
sabotaged in L.A.

and we've got another
two hours and 13 minutes.

Hello.

(sighs)

(explosion)

(motor stops)

Cool.

Well, I guess
it's Barstow.

Listen.

I scanned Eric Kevlin's car and
clothing with an ion detector.

There was no chloroform.
He was clean.

And I got a hit
off that print--

a Sean Nolan,
employed by Mojave Express.

Any chance
he was in Barstow yesterday?

Uh... his route is...
Vegas- Grand Canyon,

but I'll call Warrick. He's on his way
to the bus company right now.

You know, if this guy Nolan
worked for the bus company,

his print on the wheel
could be legit.

Well, I wish we had a "who,"

but at least we have a "where."

I have a zero
tolerance policy.

I found marijuana
in Mr. Nolan's locker.

He was out of here
that afternoon.

Well, we're still going to need those
maintenance records.

Everything from fill-ups
to tune-ups the last six months.

Thank you.

There were security
cameras behind the counter,

but none of them were
pointed out here.

Five buses have pulled in
in the last ten minutes.

Not to mention all
the private vehicles,

truckers-- nothing's changed
since I was here yesterday.

Forget about getting
a usable print off that air hose.

BRASS: Yeah, a guy putting air in a tire
at a rest stop does not draw attention.

(cell phone rings)
Grissom.

Sean Nolan was fired
two months ago.

Maddox says he's working
in Barstow

and, since then, three
of Maddox's buses had blowouts.

They all went through Barstow.

Did you check
their maintenance records?

Yeah. Only last night's bus
had been serviced since Maddox changed

Way to go, Warrick. I owe you.

Yeah, you do. See you.

We got a suspect.

Sean Nolan.

That's him. That's our boy.

BRASS:
Sean Nolan?

Can I help you?

Yeah. There was a bus crash
up the road. About nine people died.

Yeah. It's all
over the news.

I already
talked to him.

I forgot what you told me.

There wasn't much to tell.

Your prints
were on the bus.

Not following you.

Front right wheel hub.

I work here.

Julius Caesar,
murdered in 44 B.C.

Legend has it that the
molecules from his last breath

spread all over
the world.

Probably like
your fingerprints, right? They're

Uh... Mr. Nolan, have you
handled any chloroform lately?

No.

You mind?

(slow beeping)

What are you doing?

Would you turn
around, please?

GRlSSOM:
Whoa.

Is that a pickle in your pocket,
or you just happy to see us?

Just wanted to stick it to him.

Give him a few problems.

Maddox?

Yeah.

I smoke one joint
on the weekend... my time.

Now I got a jacket as a junkie.

Can't get a job driving a bus
to save my life.

So, you figured, "I'll just
blow a couple of his tires."

Even if a tire blows, the suspension system
should keep the bus on the road.

I been driving buses
for ten years.

I've never seen a flat
take out a bus.

Well, there's
always a first time.

You're under arrest.

I didn't mean
to hurt anyone, okay?

Well, I'd hate to be a juror
in a case like this.

Second-degree murder.

Reckless disregard
for safety and human life, mitigated by bad

Yeah, which was mitigated
by greed.

MAN: Well, folks, we're about two
hours and 45 minutes from Vegas,

so sit back, relax,

I'll see if I can get you there
ahead of schedule.