All language subtitles for CSI 3x17 - Crash And Burn.EN

(pop beat plays)

(chatting indistinctly)

I need the free time

I need to get away

I need the free time...

(yelling and screaming)

(glass shattering)

(yelling)

(furniture breaking)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct background
radio communication)

Yeah, yeah. No.

All right.

Yeah, hold on,
hold on.

Happy hour. Joint was packed.

Two fatalities, four critical.

How about the driver?

Nonresponsive.

Let's hurry it up here.
I've got a GOS of three.

I need to intubate.

She's pretty shocky
right now.

Hey, Sara. Typical Thursday.

Hank?

Your wrist is broken.

Yeah, it is.

Larry, take over, will you?

I've got it, Hank.

The car's dry.

This must've happened
right before the rain.

What happened?

I was sitting at the table.

Next thing I knew...

I got a heartbeat!

Excuse me.

All right, I got it.

It's pretty weak.

Some happy hour, huh?

I think
happy hour's over.

(siren whoops)

(indistinct background
radio communication)

(helicopter flying overhead)

Mind if I take over?

No, go ahead.

You okay?

Yeah.

I didn't think
I'd see you tonight.

So that's what
all this is about.

Thanks.

Any time.

Listen, I got to head
over to the hospital,

and I'm sure you got
to get back to work.

Yeah, but...

will you call me if
you need anything?

My cell will be on.

Anything.

(siren blares)

You and Catherine are running
the evidence on this.

Warrick just got done
with Internal Affairs.

He's on his way.
Okay.

You need to talk to the
restaurant manager, too.

Anything else?

No.

Where are you going?

I got gas.

Oh.

Residential gas leak
in Henderson.

Are you the
restaurant manager?

Yes.

I'm Sara Sidle,
Crime Lab.

Oh, hi, Fred Lychock.

Ooh, sorry.

Um... your supervisor
asked for a seating chart.

Everything's computerized...
software program.

This here'll show you
the number of people per table.

Where were you during the crash?

I was at the register,
behind the bar.

Did you see anything?

A blurry Jaguar speeding
through the intersection.

(car accelerating)

I thought the car
would slow down,

but it just kept
right on coming.

If you ask me,
that's the reason

why old people don't
belong behind the wheel.

Yeah, l-I didn't ask you.

Thanks for your time.

I'm sorry.
I got wrapped up in...

Hank.

Yeah.

An old Jaguar
with a GPS unit.

That's strange.

Yeah, not your
granny's Oldsmobile.

We're cleared to go in?

Yeah.

Gas company shut off the valve
at the street.

Paramedics aired out the scene.

Homicide radioed
in a D.B.?

Vanessa Arnz.

She's in the master
bedroom, next to
the son's room.

Thanks.

The gas company spikes its
natural gas with mercaptan...

smells like rotten eggs.

I don't
smell anything.

All's I smell is mothballs
and stale tobacco.

Science geek.

Takes one to know
one, I guess.

Hello, David.

Hey.

She's hot pink,
like a maraschino.

Makes our job easier.

Death was not the result
of natural gas inhalation.

No, but carbon monoxide's
still gas.

Right, when carbon monoxide
displaces oxygen in the blood,

victim asphyxiates,
turns... pink.

Was Mr. Arnz
in bed with her?

Uh, yeah.

Paramedics said they
found them both in here.

So why is she dead
and he's alive?

You know, Dave,
when I was a CSI-One,

I would've tried to answer that,

but now I know
"where" before "why."

First step, find
the source of the O.O.

I'll grab the Nighthawk,

fire it up.

Mr. Arnz has been
stabilized.

They're preparing
him for transport.

I want to take a look at him.

Yeah.

I wake up in the middle
of the night sometimes,

if I get cold.

Vanessa steals the covers.

Uh, I woke up and my
head was spinning.

I think I'm coming
down with something.

Then I look over at her...

(gasping)

Vanessa.

(clattering)

(phone dialing)

My wife isn't breathing.

Do you remember
anything else?

No, I don't remember
hanging up the phone.

I must've
passed out.

Next thing I know

the paramedics
are taking me out.

We got to roll.

Patient will be
at Desert Palm.

Wait a minute.
What about my boy?
Peter seems fine.

The kid's 18.

Signed an AMA.

Peter...

my name's
Gil Grissom.

I'm with the Las Vegas
Crime Lab.

You want to ask me questions.

I was in my bedroom,
asleep.

I heard the doorbell.

It was the paramedics.

A few minutes later,
the police showed up.

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your mother.

Why are you sorry?

You're
not responsible.

You didn't know her.

You don't know me.

Technician to Radiology.

Technician to Radiology.

How's she doing?

Doctors are working
on her right now.

Doesn't look good.

Relative?

Driver's been I.D.'d
as Diane Lambert.

That's her
grandson Corey.

Hi, Corey?

Hey.

I'm, uh, Sara Sidle.

I'm with the Las Vegas
Crime Lab.

Do you mind if I ask you
a couple questions?

I don't even know
why she was in Las Vegas.

We live in Laughlin.

She hates it here.

Corey, um... did your
grandmother own a Jaguar?

Yeah... (sniffles)

Yeah, she won it in the, uh,
quarter slots.

First two coins and bingo.
Triple stars.

She also win the GPS?

No.

She hadn't been
driving it much.

Uh, she got lost
a couple times

and it scared her,

so for her birthday last month,
I bought her the unit.

Can you excuse me for a second?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

And the EMT of the year
award goes to...

Not me.

Death toll's now three.

Could climb to four.

Elaine... the girl
in the wheelchair...

she's one of the lucky ones.

You were amazing.

Eight years in the rig,

first time I've actually
been a part of the scene.

I can't stop it
going through my head.

Yeah, you never know when
your life's going to change.

Listen, I...
I got to get out of here.

You need a lift?

No, I drove.

Hank?

I'm really glad you're okay.

Thanks.

Plenty of tire treads,
but nothing looks fresh.

So you going to
tell me how it went?

I got called in
by Internal Affairs.

How do you think it went?

Too many questions.

Thanks.

I wish I could've
pleaded the Fifth.

Yeah, you don't answer
their questions,

you're looking
at more days off

without pay,
and that blows.

Yeah.

It's a red light camera.

Did any of
the witnesses

see the driver
run the red light?

Nobody mentioned it,
but the camera's there.

Big Brother knows.

I'll put in a call.

Motor Oil.

Now, that looks fresh.

(car accelerating)

(metallic clank)

Hitting the curb could've
caused the car to buck.

Traffic light,
intersection, curb.

Well, either the
car wasn't working,
or the driver wasn't.

Looks like the newspaper
dispenser used to be here.

(car accelerating)

(metallic clank)

Catherine.

Tire treads.

That kills one theory.

Oar's brakes
must've been working.

She tried to stop,
but it was too late.

Let me guess:

No air bags
in the vehicle.

No.

Preliminary cause of death,
epidural hematoma.

Her head impacted
the steering wheel.

(glass shattering)

Blood accumulated between
the table of the skull

and the dural
membrane.

Her injury is consistent

with a severed middle
meningeal artery.

What about pre-impact?

At the risk of feeding
a stereotype, she was 72.

Any indication of stroke,
Alzheimer's, heart attack?

I considered and dismissed
all age-related factors.

No arthritis,

no significant
impairment of her senses.

She has had part
of her colon removed,

probably due
to injury

or prior medical condition,

but, Sara, it's irrelevant
to your case.

I found no physiological
explanation for the crash.

Well, that's a bummer,

'cause at this point, we got
no forensic one, either.

Carbon monoxide fills the air

when any carbon-based
substance is ignited.

(detector beeps slowly)

The kid checks out, so...

the point of ignition's
probably this room.

Now, the two
most common causes

for accidental
household O.O. Poisoning:

Unvented space heaters

and improperly
maintained chimneys.

I don't see any heaters.

My dad's a fireman.

Last Christmas, he gave
all the kids O.O. Detectors.

(beeping faster)

Would've saved
this woman's life.

25 parts per million.

That's the highest
reading in the room.

This is a natural gas
burning fireplace.

Burns clean.

O.O. Fumes should be
minimal at best.

Foreign substance.

Still warm.

There was something other than
natural gas burning in here.

If the gas company
hadn't shut off the gas,

whatever that is
probably would've burned up.

Chimneys are designed
to funnel smoke up and out.

If this fireplace
was the source of the O.O.,

the fumes should've
traveled up the chimney

instead of permeating the room.

Unless the chimney
isn't doing its job.

(clanging)

The damper's busted.

(creaking)

Foreign fuel source
and a compromised chimney...

I think we just ruled out
accident.

Hey, I hear you're
working on Hank's case.

I believe
it's
my
case.

Territorial.

You know, guys
don't like that.

You're crowding me,
Greg.

Well, I have
some information

that could bring
us even closer.

But you first.

What are we looking at?

I downloaded the memory
from the GPS in the Jaguar.

She wasn't a local; I wanted
to see if she got lost.

Well, did she?

Diane Lambert

lives in Laughlin.

Excuse me.

She took 95 North

to Summerlin Parkway.

Then she took Parkway
to Rampart,

made a left
on Main Street

and headed straight
to Meadows Lane...

16 North Meadows Lane.

That's where
she was going,

and that's where
she ended up.

So does that thing tell you
why?

What do you have, Greg?

Well, maybe
she had the munchies.

Tox screen came back.

Mrs. Lambert tested positive
for
cannabis sativa.

Grass?

"Grass"? So '70s, man.

Sticky green, the dank.

The chronic, the cush,
happy stick, wacky-tobaccy...

Well, wait, wait, wait.

Grandma was high?

Yeah.

Grandma was high.

(inhales)

As a kite.

Hey.
Return visit,
huh?

You're here
about the tox screen.

Yeah. Was Diane Lambert
legally impaired?

Less than two nanograms
of THO,

so, per NIDA,
she wasn't.

Oh. But, if she were
a longtime user,

her reaction time could've been
slowed down, right?

I know where you're going.
Let me stop you.

THO has no significant
cumulative effect,

so maybe the question
you should be asking is:

Why was a woman
her age doping up?

Okay, why was a woman
her age doping up?

Tell you what... check
out her optic nerve.

Nerve's damaged.

She had glaucoma.

I thought you said
she was in good health.

That was before the
tox screen came back.

You know, it's not
standard procedure

to check for glaucoma, but
the Mary Jane tipped me off.

People think it slows the
progression of the disease,

but it just reduces
the pressure in the eye

and that reduction's
only temporary.

Prescription medications
do a much better job.

Unfortunately, they don't
have the same side effects.

Her vision could've been
impaired by the glaucoma.

It didn't affect
her driving.

Sara, Diane Lambert has
nothing more to tell you.

(beeping)

Hello.

Oh, hey.

So, I got photos of
the restaurant patrons

off the DMV database

and input the information

per the restaurant seating
chart and the police report.

Who's Elaine Alcott?

Who?

Oh, well, she was
seated with Hank.

I just thought
maybe that...

Oh.

Anyway, um...

Apparently, she told PD

that she was returning
from the ladies' room

at the time
of the impact.

They must be friends.

I saw him with her
at the hospital.

Okay.

Um... okay, so, we've got
36 people in the restaurant.

12 worked for Sillmont
Healthcare, a block away.

Another ten were from

the brokerage firm
across the street,

a couple of regulars,
a few out-of-towners and...

restaurant employees.

You know how long it
takes to get in touch

with
anybody
at the
Transportation Safety Bureau?

It's way out of hand.

Diane Lambert

ran the light.

Wow. She sped through
that intersection...

52 miles per hour.

That's more than twice
the speed limit.

Well, the tread marks
tell us

that her brakes did work,

so it must've been something
else that malfunctioned,

causing her
to accelerate.

Gas pedal could've
gotten stuck, or...

throttle plate could've jammed.

There's only one
way to find out.

I'm on it.

Hey.

You have, uh...

Don't worry about it.

How's it going?
You find anything?

No. Oar checks out perfectly.

Well, I did some more
digging down at the TSB.

I found out that the red light
camera that photo'd our driver

catches four times
as many violators

as any other camera in Vegas.

Intersection's dangerous.

Could be a death trap.

I didn't page you.

No, I just figured
I'd come by.

You're checking
up on me again.

No, I'm checking up
on my evidence.

(sighs)

Do you think, if you hover,
the FTIR will work faster?

Yeah... Hodges,
that's what I think.

Hey, boss.

(printer whirring)

Nice timing.

Foreign substance in
the fireplace is carbon.

Associated minerals?

None. Pure,

unadulterated carbon.

It may be pure,
but it's not solid.

Micro-pores.

Sample's under the scope.

Activated charcoal?

Used in filtration
systems, kitty litter,

some medications...

And possibly a murder.

Building has
mirrored glass on it.

Lets in the light,
but keeps out the glare.

Sun sets in
the west behind us.

Glare could be pretty
intense in the afternoon.

Could explain why this
intersection is so dangerous.

So you think the
sun was a factor
in the crash?

Well, according
to the accident report,

the sun set
at 5:30 yesterday.

The accident
was at 5:15,

so the sun was
still in the sky.

Trees and buildings
extend at least

ten degrees above
the western horizon.

Yeah.

All right, well,
there's 24 hours in a day,

360 degrees
in the Earth's rotation.

360 divided by 24 is... 15?

15. Sun moves
about 15 degrees an hour.

At 5:15 yesterday, the sun
would've been about what...

3.75 degrees
above the horizon?

Wow, you're fast.

3.75, huh?

Then the sun was
behind the trees

at the time
of the accident,

so it was not a factor.

Great. And our investigation
is still in the dark.

(rock music blaring)

(music stops)

I just got a page
from James Watson.

And I got one
from Francis Crick.

What's going on, Greg?

Well, as you both know,

Watson and Crick
are the granddaddies of DNA.

Without their discoveries,
I'd have nothing to do all day.

What
have
you been doing
all day?

A tox report on your d.b.,
Ms. Pretty in Pink.

She died
of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Blood saturation level

of 46.2%.

No surprise there.

Nicotine levels are high...
she was a smoker.

And she popped a couple
of sleeping pills that night.

Nothing probative.

Well, what if I told you
that
Mr.
Arnz

had a carbon monoxide blood
saturation level of 37%...

nearly ten percent lower
than his wife.

Mrs. Arnz was a smoker.

Typically, a smoker's blood

is already 10% saturated
with O.O.

You mean smokers
get a jump start

on the poisoning process?

Could explain
the 10% difference.

It could also explain
why he lived and she died.

Nice theory,
but what if I told you

that Mr. Arnz had high
nicotine levels as well.

They were both smokers.

Still doesn't explain
why one lived and one died.

Well, I don't know
if this is going to help,

but the sleeping pills
are Zolpidem.

Prescription only.

I thought I'd save you
some time,

talked to Lockwood.

She didn't have a prescription,
but her husband does.

Thanks, Greg.

(rock music blaring)

Hey, check this out.

The red light camera
clocked her speed

at 52 miles per hour,
right?

Mm-hmm.

The computer software

pegged her at 60

by the time she hits
the newspaper dispenser.

She accelerated
into the building.

You already reviewed
the driver's tox screen.

Now you want
her basic blood panel.

I'm running
with a hunch.

Let's go.

All righty.

Acetylcholine levels were low,

epinephrine was high.

Why are you focused
on those hormones?

Kamikaze pilots,
World War Il...

their bloodwork
was very unusual.

Acetylcholine levels
were low,

epinephrine was through
the roof.

Well, you're talking about the
sympathetic response to stress...

eyes dilate, uh... heart rate
goes up, hormones go haywire.

Diane Lambert lived
two hours away.

If she drove her car into Vegas

with the intention of using it
as a murder weapon,

I imagine she would be
pretty stressed out.

Kamikaze Granny.

(door bells jingling)

Isaac Asimov... one of
my favorite writers.

"If knowledge
can create problems,

then it is not through ignorance
that we will solve them."

Is that what you're doing here?

Solving problems?

It's my job to figure out
what happened to your mother.

Scientists derive satisfaction
from figuring out the puzzle.

It's about the quest...
not the grail.

Asimov believed

that only scientists
could understand the universe.

His corollary:

"It's not so much
that I have confidence

in scientists
being right..."

"But that I have
so much confidence

in nonscientists
being wrong."

You a scientist?

Yeah.

I am.

Peter?

The boxes won't
unload themselves.

Peter and I were hoping

to get back into
the house tonight.

No, no.
Not tonight, sir.

It's still an active
crime scene.

Our lab found Zolpidem
in your wife's system...

20 milligrams.

That's twice
the recommended dosage.

Do you know anything
about that?

Well... Vanessa was having
trouble sleeping.

The, uh... prescription
is in your name.

Are you accusing me
of something?

No.

We're just telling you
what we know.

Look, uh... (sighs)

Ever since this discount chain
opened a branch down the block,

I been working
16-hour days

just trying to survive.

And I'd go home,
and Vanessa would come at me.

You're always tired.

You never talk to me.

Y-You need to
communicate with me.

You know, I have needs.

I'm here all day long.

You never talk to me.

She'd just go on and on
and on, talking.

When she'd finally
let me get to sleep,

she'd want
what every woman wants.

L-I don't mean
just sex.

She'd want to talk and talk.

Next thing you know,
it's 5:00 a.m.,

the alarm is screaming at me,
and I got to go back to work.

So you drugged your wife
to get some shut-eye?

Yeah.

I put it in her ice cream.

I know it
was wrong, but...

It's also illegal.

Yeah.

Happened as an accident
the first time.

See, I got a problem
swallowing pills,

so I crush them up
in the ice cream.

One night, she grabbed
the wrong bowl

and was out like a light.

Best night's sleep

I'd had in a long time.

Well, if you...

you got nothing else
you want to ask,

I got things I got to do.

I have one more question.

When did you quit smoking?

I noticed the, uh,
nicotine patch on your arm.

Oh, uh...
about three weeks.

Doctor's orders.

I got high
blood pressure.

I have another question.

Did you know the damper
on your chimney was busted?

Why? Did this have
something to do

with my wife's death?

I mean, I asked
Peter if he'd...

(sighs)

Is this my fault?

If the crash was intentional,

I'm thinking either
the restaurant was the target

or someone inside
the restaurant.

I'll call Brass.

If Lambert had a grudge
against the place,

somebody there
should know her.

If she was gunning
for someone specific,

there's a lot of variables.

Maybe we should start
with the most obvious targets...

the people sitting
in the window.
Let's run it.

Okay... top to bottom.

Cameron Black,

deceased; from Jersey.

First time in Vegas.

Unlikely mark.

Second table:

Rachel Krandall,

and...

Tom Krandall.

Both died at the scene.

Both worked
for Sillmont Healthcare.

Table three:

Hank and...

Elaine Alcott.

Also works
at the insurance company.

Three out of five of the people
sitting in the window

work at
Sillmont Healthcare.

Maybe I should go talk to her.

Yeah.

Maybe you should.

I'm sorry.
I don't recognize her.

Well, uh... could she be
one of your policy holders?

It's possible.

I oversee hundreds
of members' accounts.

I can check my list.

That'd be great.

I wish I had some more time off,
but, with Tom Krandall gone

and half my department
in the hospital...

I'm back
at the office tomorrow.

Let's see...

Diane Lambert.

My boyfriend.

Saved up my miles

and took him to
Hawaii last year.

He's going to take me
to Tahiti in a few weeks.

I can't wait.

Ms. Lambert
isn't on my list.

But, if you want, I can
go on the company database.

Thank you.

Um, l-I have to get back
to the lab.

Um... maybe you could call me.

Okay.

(water bubbling)

You're not supposed
to be in here.

It's my home.

Well, perhaps you didn't see
the crime scene tape.

Do I look stupid to you?

On the contrary.

I heard you have
an almost perfect 4.0 GPA,

with the exception
of a B in English.

Our detectives do complete
background searches

on all the principals
at a crime scene.

I understand you threatened
your English teacher.

I have to feed my fish.

Clown loaches,

tetras, angelfish.

You might want to check
your filter, too.

You're out of charcoal.

In 1939, Isaac Asimov

was an undergraduate
studying zoology.

As part of
a course requirement,

the students were asked
to find a stray cat,

kill it and dissect it.

Isaac found his cat,
he killed it,

and then he promptly
dropped out of zoology.

50 years later,

he wrote that the memory
of killing that cat
still haunted him.

Do you have
a question for me?

Yeah, I do.

Why didn't you fix
the chimney damper
in your parents' bedroom?

Why would I?

You told your father
you fixed it.

So he'd quit
bugging me.

And if you're accusing me
of disobeying a man

with only a tenth-grade
education, then you're right.

We know you took advantage
of the broken damper.

Placed activated charcoal
from your fish tank filter

in the back
of the fireplace...

(granules rattling)

...then waited for your father
to do what he does every night.

You killed your mother.

You almost killed your father.

That's good science fiction.

Well, you thought
the charcoal

would burn up, destroying
any evidence of the crime,

but your father woke up,

called 911.

Nick, at what point
is the saturation level

of carbon monoxide in
the bloodstream lethal?

Approximately 45, 50%.

Mmm.

Well, his mother's
level was in the range,

but his father's
level was low.

Yeah, but two people

exposed to the same level
of carbon monoxide

for the same
period of time,

their O.O.
Saturation levels

should be approximate.

As long as the variables
are consistent...

body mass, health, age.

What about smoking?

Of course.

Three weeks ago,

your father quit.

Yeah, we didn't know
he'd quit, either.

The nicotine levels
in his system were high

but when we went
to speak with him,

he was wearing a nicotine patch.

The patch
delivers nicotine

to the blood,

but since your father
quit smoking cigarettes,

his O.O. Saturation level
returned to zero.

You made a basic scientific
mistake, Peter.

You stopped observing
the human element

because you thought
it was inferior.

What I don't
understand is why.

Man, why would you want
to kill your parents?

Your high school told us

you were accepted to Princeton,
early action.

A few more months,

you would've been
2,000 miles away.

Whatever your parents
did to piss you off

wouldn't have mattered.

I know why.

They weren't going
to let you go, were they?

They refused to pay for it.

I don't qualify
for financial aid

because my father makes
too much money.

Not enough money
to live well,

but enough to destroy my dreams.

So with your parents gone,

you could sell the business
and pay your tuition.

You figured out the puzzle.

Must be very gratifying.

Science isn't about

the gratification, Peter.

It's about the truth.

Hey.

Hey.

So, how did it go
with Elaine Alcott?

She didn't have anything
to add to the investigation.

Hey, how's it going?

Here are the phone records
from the driver of the vehicle

that you asked for.

You know, there may be something
to that kamikaze grandma

theory of yours.

Last week, Diane Lambert
closed out her bank accounts,

paid off her credit cards,
and updated her will.

Well, that's certainly
more evidence

to suggest that her actions
were intentional.

There's only one Vegas
phone number on this statement

and the prior statement.

There's got to be 80 calls
here to the same number.

Dial the number.

(keypad beeping)

(ringing)

Sillmont Healthcare.

How can I direct your call?

What's your address?

16 South Meadows Lane.

Thank you.

Right. The Checkerbox
is at 16
North Meadows.

I don't think

that's a coincidence.

If Sillmont Healthcare was
the intended target,

how did she end up
at the Checkerbox?

Well, I'll tell you
what happened to me.

Last week, I was driving

to a crime scene in the car

and the GPS said go right.

Had I done so,
I'd be coughing up fish

from the bottom of Lake Mead.

Well, GPS is hardly perfect.

Maybe north was
a directional default.

Or maybe she put in
the wrong address.

Either way...

it does leave one question:

Why was Diane Lambert so angry?

Mrs. Lambert was a member
of our HMO.

I was, uh... going to call you.

Well, did she have
some kind of problem

with her policy?

Not to our knowledge.

Then you won't mind
if we take a look at her file.

I'm sorry. Member files
are confidential.

Well, this
member's deceased.

Not even the doctor-patient
privilege extends postmortem.

Mrs. Lambert had colon cancer.

If you read further, you'll
see that it was in remission.

No, actually,
her most recent OAT scan

shows recurrence two months ago.

That's about the same time

she started calling
your office two times a day.

Why would she
be calling you?

You know what?

Four people are dead.

Don't waste our time.

We can take this downtown.

Mrs. Lambert's oncologist

recommended immediate
and aggressive treatment.

Did treatment commence?

The recommendation was pending.

Well, what exactly
does that mean?

Not yet approved,

not yet denied.

In other words,
Mrs. Lambert's health

was in limbo.

She wasn't
receiving treatment,

but she couldn't
file an appeal,

since you hadn't officially
denied her claim.

The authorization process
takes... It takes time.

Time Mrs. Lambert didn't have.

We have a procedure,
and we follow it.

(car accelerating)

And while you were
following your procedure

and postponing a decision,

her cancer cells
were multiplying.

What were you,
playing the odds?

Were you hoping she would die
before you had to spend a dime?

We're not liable here.

We're not
responsible for

Mrs. Lambert's actions.

For what it's worth,
that makes me sick.

Catherine.

We missed something.

Corey, when
I was reviewing

your grandmother's
insurance policy,

I noticed that she didn't
specify an e-mail address,

and that got me thinking.

Some people her age aren't
technologically sawy.

Maybe a GPS
device would be
intimidating to her.

I wondered if she actually
even knew how to use it.

So I printed the unit, and I
found your fingerprints on it.

I installed it.

The prints just weren't

on the base of the unit...
they were on the face.

You punched in addresses.

(quiet mumble)

If you were aware of your
grandmother's intentions

and programmed the GPS,
you're guilty

of aiding and abetting
in the murder of three people.

Oh, God.

Uh...

Last week, she came by my place
'cause she said

she didn't know how
to work the GPS.

Okay, Grandma, look...
it's really easy.

I'll explain it to you again.

You just type in the address
of where you want to go.

Look, I swear, if I had known
what she was planning,

I would've stopped her.

Uh...

Well...

Corey, Homicide has informed us

that your grandmother
had a life insurance policy

in which you're
the sole beneficiary.

I had no idea.

She never mentioned it to you?

No.

No, no, wait.

Promise me.

Okay, fine.

When I can afford it,
I'll go back to college.

You should have a degree.

Grandma, I promise.

I love you.

You're such a good boy.

I love you, too.

Your grandmother's
death has been

ruled a suicide,
which nullifies the policy.

There's not going
to be any money.

Any money...

Look, I don't think you
understand.

I loved my grandmother,
and she's dead.

She killed herself,

and she killed
these three other people.

What are you telling me?

She killed these people for me?

And I'm supposed
to live with this?

I'll meet you at the car.

I called the lab.

They said you were here.

I heard you met Elaine.

Yeah. She's really something.

I didn't tell her about us,
if that's what you're wondering.

I'm really sorry, Sara.

Yeah. Me, too.

I don't know what else to say.

I'll see you around.

Childhood living

Is easy to do

The things that you wanted

I bought them for you

Graceless lady...

You got plans?

Nope.

You know who I am...

You want to get a beer?

Drive.

And wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

And wild horses...