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Hello?

- Oh, my God!
- Help me

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.

Good, thanks.

Well, patrol just got back to us.

License plate belongs to a Billy Jones.

Okay.

Well, where the hell is he?

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.

we don't even know which
car caused the accident yet.

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

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.

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.

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.

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 sticky
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!
- Ma'am

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

Ma'am? 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.

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?
- 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.

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.

Once Victor's brain stopped working,

so did his lungs and heart.

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.

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?

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
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?

The skid mark under there indicates

the SUV jammed on its
brake before the impact.

Our seven-footer definitely
had some lies up his sleeve,

but this doesn't look like one of them.

He didn't cause this accident.

But what caused the SUV
to swerve so erratically?

Maybe an animal?

A piece of debris?

Maybe the mother was putting on makeup.

Maybe she was talking on a cell phone.

Okay, or maybe, and I hate to say this,

some people like to add a
little something-something

to their morning coffee.

Mom with a habit.

Seen that before.

Tell you
what- I'll,

call Dr. Loman, see if I can't
get a rush on that tox report.

The blood ethanol level is
182 grams per hectoliter.

So where does that put us?

My math says.115.

That's definitely over the legal limit.

She shouldn't have been
behind a pottery wheel,

much less a steering wheel.

Mr. Ballard, where was your
family going this morning?

The kids were at a pep
rally at Drake Point Beach.

My wife dropped them off

and she picked them up when it was over.

Any idea where she was
between drop off and pick up?

I don't know.

She called, but I didn't answer.

I was- I was
in a meeting.

And I didn't think
anything of it at the time.

But
maybe-

maybe if I'd picked up,
this wouldn't have happened.

I'm sorry.

Mr.
Ballard-

did your wife have a drinking problem?

No.

No, of course not. Why do you ask?

Because her blood alcohol
level was over the legal limit.

I mean, when we'd go out,

she'd have a glass of wine with dinner,

but that's it.

Karen would never drink and drive.

We have

two teenagers living under our roof.

We don't even keep any
liquor in the house.

Doesn't mean she didn't drink.

I know my wife.

Mr. Ballard, I have an
alcoholic in my family.

- I know this is hard to hear.
- No, this isn't hard.

It's just wrong.

It may be, it may not be,
but it's my job to find out.

What about the other guy?

The one who stole the car
shouldn't you be talking to him?

The other driver died
in custody this morning.

We've also proven it wasn't his fault.

There has to be another explanation.

I'm sorry...

I know, I know...You want to know
where Karen Ballard was driving

prior to the accident, I get it.
But this GPS is pretty banged up.

Can we retrieve the data?

Well, cross your
fingers- and your toes.

And my toes.

Like I said, following the mother's
movements will be no problem.

Andrew Ballard and
his wife claim they had

no access to alcohol...

so where did they get it?

Well, here's your bread crumb trail.

Home...

gas station...

Drake Point.

Home...

gas station...

Sixth and Colton. What
is at Sixth and Colton?

The Rum Room.

I bet you can buy some alcohol there.

I bet you can too, Dave.

Calleigh...

Excuse me.

Hi. Table or the bar?

Actually, I just have a few questions
for you about one of your patrons.

Was this woman in here earlier today?

I remember her.

Actually, she left her glasses here.

Can you get 'em to her?

Sure.

Do you remember what she had to drink?

She had a salty dog.

Do you remember how many?

just the one. I think the guy she
was with drank most of it, though.

Oh, really?

Was this the guy she was with?

No.

Her guy was more the
rock climber, runner,

not-so-corporate
type.

Well, that doesn't
sound like her husband.

Husband?

She didn't act like she had a husband.

I mean, they were practically
doing it on the table.

And you're sure she
just had the one drink?

Positive. They were in a hurry.

Too much of a hurry to
leave a tip, apparently.

Okay.

Well, thank you for your time.

Tell you what, Karen's husband
sure didn't know much about her.

In addition to the drinking problem,
she was also having an affair.

Yes, and one drink wouldn't

put her past the legal limit, would it?

I'm thinking maybe she had more after.

A flask. They went to a liquor store.

So maybe we have a false positive.

That's interesting.

So you're thinking because we
collected her blood sample postmortem,

that bacteria developed in
the body creating ethanol?

That would give her an elevated
blood level, wouldn't it?

Yeah, it would.

Okay, then we're going to need
to corroborate her blood tox

with some other body fluid.

Vitreous, maybe?

Vitreous is the best indicator
and would protect after death.

That's going to be a tough one.

She suffered severe cranial damage

and the one eye we do
have is badly compromised.

Yes, but it could prove her innocence.

Let's look into it.

Are you still working this scene?

Yep. At point of rest,

Karen Ballard was found
in the driver's seat.

Now I've just got to show that
she was there during the collision.

You here to help?

No. Sorry.

I'm here to look for
Karen Ballard's eyeball.

Excuse me.

I know, but we can use it to
confirm whether or not she was drunk.

Hey, Calleigh,

don't let that husband's
reaction trump your evidence.

I've worked my share
of DUI's on night shift.

The family is always shocked.

Tell me about it.

Well, trajectory of the Escalade's roll

threw the daughter's body off
in those bushes over there.

All right, let's start there.

No.

I'm going to let you handle that one.

Eyeballs are like my kryptonite.

Good to know.

Okay, I'm going to
take this back to Tom.

Could you give this to Wolfe?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Oh, gosh, Tom, what is it?

According to the vitreous humor,

Karen Ballard's alcohol
level was only at a.02.

So our other blood
sample was compromised.

She wasn't drunk.

I got something from the brake pedal.

Hit me.

Driver slammed on the brake,

causing the shoe'stread
to transfer to the pedal.

Okay, but can we confirm
Karen Ballard was driving?

That's the thing.

The tread doesn't match her shoe.

Mr. Ballard?

I thought you might want some coffee.

Thank you.

Mr. Ballard, I am very
glad to tell you that

we ran some additional
testing this morning

and your wife was not inebriated.

I was wrong.

I knew you had to be.

But how could you just make
an accusation like that?

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Science led me to the truth, thankfully.

But also about some other things.

Like what?

We found out that your wife
wasn't driving this morning.

What?

What are you talking about?

There was a pattern on the brake pedal,

and it doesn't match your wife's shoes.

Unfortunately, that means
I'm gonna have to ask

for your children's shoes.

So you think one of my kids drove?

Karen picked them up.

She was driving.

I'm sorry, our evidence
just doesn't support that.

Well, it couldn't have
been Lily, she's only 14.

- What about your son?
- His license is suspended,

and Karen would never let
him get behind the wheel.

My daughter...

is still unconscious,

and Greg has been through
so much already today.

Why can't you just leave this alone?

M. Ballard, there are
two people who died,

and it is my responsibility
to find out what happened.

But I am truely sorry.

Calleigh told me the
husband was devastated.

Can you blame him?

He just lost his wife,
and now it looks like

one of his kids caused the accident.

Not to mention, he was being cheated on.

Be careful with that information,
'cause the husband was never told.

What?! The guy doesn't
know the worst of it?

It wasn't pertinent to the case.

Look, his wife just died.

What good would it do to let him know

his wife was also cheating on him?

Wouldn't you want to know?

Hey, I think we got a match.

The last time I drove
was, like, two weeks ago.

I was out with some friends.

We were racing.

Go for it!

This is crazy, men.

Oh, shoot!

Slow down, man.

I got pulled over, and that's
why my license got suspended.

Yeah, well, that...

and the marijuana they found in the car.

Yeah.

Who was driving today?

My mom.

Even though she didn't
have her glasses?

Yes, she was fine.

I was asleep in the back,

and then suddenly, sh-she just swerved.

I don't know why she
swerved, she just did.

Why would I lie about this?

You're aware that a man
lost his life, right?

I know how bad this was.

But you got to believe
me, I was not driving.

There you go.

How you holding up?

When can I go?

Well, until your ex verifies your story,

we have to hold you for grand theft.

Victor was always saving
me in these situations.

Now...

That kid,

he's injured.

Was he involved in the accident?

I'm sorry, I can't talk to you
about an ongoing investigation.

- Was it his fault?!
- Marta...

Was he driving the car
that killed my brother?!

Don't make things worse
keep your voice down.

I won't keep my voice down!

He killed my brother, and
he's walking out of here!

No, we don't know what

happened, Marta, but we will
find out that I can promise you.

Sit down.

- Hey, Calleigh.
- Please tell me you have good news.

I wish I did.

I ran the soles of the son's
sneakers through the FTIR.

Yeah? Take a look.

Come to find there's a softening
agent mixed in with the plastic.

And soft plastics don't require
high-speed impact to melt.

Oh, come on, that
means the tread evidence

on our brake pedal is equivocal.

Yep. The transfer
from the son's sneakers

could have happened from slamming
the brakes on a different day.

That's what he told Horatio.

The one exception to the rule.

Just when you think you
got something figured out,

they throw you another curveball.

So what now?

We find out once and for all
who was driving that Escalade.

So, does anybody want to tell me

why we brought the lab
down to the garage?

If we're gonna figure out who
was driving, we need to trace

the path of our passengers
during the accident.

Basically, I tested

all their clothes for nitrates,
and they all came back positive.

Which means they really
tumbled around during the crash.

So the best way to figure out

who was where at the time of impact
is with fiber plastic fusions.

What is that?

Car crashes create so
much speed and energy

that the friction can cause fibers
and patterns to actually fuse with

with the car's plastic components.

Well, that's gonna be
tough to sort, huh?

With all those bodies
rolling around in there.

You afraid of a challenge, Wolfe?

All right, let's everybody pick a seat,

and then we'll record every contact

with a corresponding color.

The mom is red dots, the son is blue,

and the daughter's green.

Drop it, Wolfe.

What?

You need diffuse light
to distinguish FPF's.

And...

you'll need one of these.

Look closely for abraded surfaces.

Transfers can be tough to spot.

You know, a nice young man was
promoted from the night shift,

and now he thinks he's
God's gift to forensics.

Shame to see.

The son is all over the backseat.

The kid's flopping around
like a fish out of water.

Well, that leaves... the
daughter or the mother

in the driver's seat.

Well, the mother left
transfer on the E-brake.

She was also found
behind the steering wheel.

But the only way to actually
confirm she was driving

is to find evidence of the
mother below the steering wheel.

Right, that's the only place
none of the other passengers

would have come in contact
with during the roll.

I think maybe our best
bet is to take a look

at the panel for the steering column.

All right.

Thank you.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

- Oh! Wait a minute.

Got a pinched fiber.

Walter, there's no crack in the plastic.

How did the fiber get stuck in there?

- Bag that?
- Yeah.

Well...

the plastic splits

when the passenger impacts with it.

The fiber gets caught, then
when the passenger shifts,

the plastic recovers its original shape,

as if nothing ever happened.

- It's crazy, right?

It's not from the mom's pants.

I got nothing here.

The daughter was driving.

Mom said I could drive.

As long as I drove slow.

Why wasn't Mom driving?

She didn't have her glasses,
and Greg's license was suspended.

So he couldn't.

She tried to call you,
but you didn't pick up.

It was such a short drive home.

Lily, what do you remember
about the accident?

Mom was sitting next to me.

Greg was in the back.

Take it easy, Speed Racer.

Eyes front. Gosh. Can
we turn on the radio?

No. It'll distract you from the road.

Mom, it's okay. We're,
like, the only car out here.

- Ease up, ease up on the gas.
- Mom, I'm fine.

I'm not even going fast.
Were you this hard on Greg

when he was driving?

We drove across the bridge,

and a gator came into the road.

I swerved to avoid it, but
the car was acting weird.

The car was so heavy, and
I couldn't turn the wheel.

This is all my fault.

You know, Lily,

I'm not so sure about that.

Thought the daughter
admitted to driving.

Yes, she did.

She said

When she lost control of the car,

the car felt heavy.

Could be operator error.

She's, uh- I don't know-
young, inexperienced.

Yes.

It could be equipment failure.

Let me see that light.

Steering fluid is very, very low.

That could've contributed.

So one of the parents
forgot to top off the fluid.

Get them on negligence, maybe.

Could explain why she never corrected.

And without the power
steering, she would've felt

the full weight of the
car, wouldn't she have?

H, take a look at this.

This is from the steering
system. Hose is punctured.

Could've been a slow leak.

Mr. Wolfe, that's not
from normal wear and tear.

That was cut.

Somebody intentionally
tried to hurt this family.

Not the family, the mother.

Remember, she was
having an affair, right?

Boyfriend checked out; he's clean.

I'm not talking about the boyfriend.

How many different ways
are you going to continue

to attack me and my family today?

I'm merely following the
evidence, Mr. Ballard.

And what evidence is telling you

that I would sabotage my own wife's car?

You are the one that
had access and motive.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You should check your facts.

Well, here's a fun little fact.

Your wife had a boyfriend on the side.

Who?

You can drop the act.

She met him this morning
before she picked up the kids.

And that didn't sit too
well with you, did it?

I swear

I had no idea.

Really?

Then why'd you lie to us?

We checked your office.
You weren't there today.

I didn't want to admit

that I missed my wife's last
phone call for no good reason.

I told her that I was

working this morning, but...

I was...

I was watching a stupid football game.

So if we looked in the
garage, your garage,

for the tool that cut
the power steering line,

are you saying we wouldn't find it?

Search whatever you want.

- I would never hurt Karen.
- Who would want to?

I don't know.

Seems there were a lot of things
I didn't know about my wife.

It certainly does.

You see, the problem, Mr. Ballard, is

you're still our lead suspect.

Okay, these are all the tools
from Andrew Ballard's garage.

Ryan, why don't you
swab for steering fluid?

Calleigh and I will examine each

for any unique characteristic
to match that steering line.

I have to say, I think we're
barking up the wrong tree.

I mean, let's face it, even
if the dad had an ax to grind,

would he really endanger the
lives of his own children?

I've seen it all, Calleigh.

Not a lot of it makes sense.

I feel for those kids. They've
been through so much today.

And now Lily is facing
vehicular manslaughter charges.

What's that smell?

Is that...?

That's marijuana.

Why you smelling me?

You have anything to say?

I didn't do anything.

I just hung up those special
lights you told me to.

There's not supposed to be
anything flammable under the hood.

Those lights are metal halide.

They can heat up to
a few hundred degrees.

That's definitely marijuana.

Yeah, it is.

That is a funny place to hide drugs.

It must be really jammed down there.

Let's get it out before
we lose our evidence.

That is a tight... place to...

...hide something like this.

You know, whoever did that could've
cut the steering line in the process.

Greg Ballard was caught with marijuana.

That's when his license was suspended.

I knew I could score some
weed at the pep rally.

It was just for me, personal use.

No, that wasn't a recreational amount.

You were gonna sell it.

Only to my friends.

Greg, possession and dealing
and trafficking are felonies.

I'm about to place you under arrest.

You understand that, don't you?

Look, my parents...

got real strict after I got in trouble.

Always checking my room, my bag.

I figured the only
way I could get it home

was to hide it under the hood.

Hey, Mom, oil is fine.

Ok.

You hid the weed yourself.

Yeah, this morning.

You inadvertently cut the cable.

That's why your sister
couldn't turn the wheel.

So you... you mean...

my mom is...is dead because of me?

I'm sorry, but it looks that way.

But, I... I...

I didn't think things
could get this bad.

I'm sorry.

Could you at least let my
sister know it wasn't her fault?

I'll do that.

I will, son.

Glad to see you're out.

I heard you guys talked my
ex out of pressing charges.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sorry.

For everything.

Somehow I thought if I knew
who caused the accident,

it would make it better,

make this feeling go away.

I should've never let
Victor return that car.

I should've never drove
it off in the first place.

This wasn't your fault.

What happened to your
brother was an accident.

Just a series of random events

that ended tragically.
You didn't cause it.

Like you said yourself, your
brother was always trying to save you

Well, this time he
saved somebody else, too.

He pulled that kid from the wreck.

Your brother was a hero.

That's how you should remember him.

All right?

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