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( music playing )

Next up on ONYX TV

Live from South Beach!

What's happening?!

There's no question

this game's about to get sick!

( crowd cheering )

Because the heavyweight champion
of the world

is about to rip,
rip, rip up the house!

Let's do it up
for Mr. 10-Large!

( rap music playing )

( gunshots playing in music )

What up, Miami?

You know what time it is?

It's 10-Large!
The strong arm in the game!

Let's go!

* High-resolution

* High-definition

* Let the tape roll,
make the whole world listen *

* Hold your position,
don't go backwards *

* Front line,
10-Large still shinin' *

* Roust with your homies,
but, boy, 10 still grindin' *

* Crush them other fools

* They just are silent

* Talkin' and lyin',
bitchin' and cryin' *

* Gossip and hate,
but ain't nobody buyin' *

* F-Thugg G,
he ain't thug like me *

* He just a bookie

* A beat gang like a bookie

* The hook, line and sinker,
the deep thinker *

* Ink a autobiography

* Beat it, Thugg,
you bother me *

* Swing like a gorilla, fella

* You ain't a killa

10-Large!

* Make some noise!

( gunshots playing in music )

BODYGUARD:
Get on back!
Get off the stage!

Check the right!

Move!

Looks like they were going
for the singer,

but they got
the bodyguard instead.

Billy Rodman.

Shot three times.

One's a through-and-through.

Dispatch said there
were two victims.

More if you count
the guy's ego.

He's over there
with his entourage.

Dwayne Jackman,
aka 10-Large.

Shot in the shoulder.

You know rap?

No, but I know rap sheets,

and Dwayne has a criminal past.

He assures me
that he's just fine.

Refuses treatment.

Interesting.
Frank, witnesses?

What's left of the audience.

We're holding on to them,

but a couple dozen people
fled the scene.

Flying bullets will tend
to do that, won't they?

Is Mr. Large talking?

Not to the cops.

Okay, but
the press is fine.

Yeah, no doubt this
whole little incident

will push his release to #1.

#1 with a bullet.

* Yeah!

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* We don't get fooled again

* Don't get fooled again

* No, no!

Help you?

Is Mr. Large available
for questioning?

( laughing )

No.

Okay, I noticed
there's blood

on your jacket.

Busy afternoon.

TRIPP:
Yeah, your client was shot.

Nice work.

He's alive.

Yeah, but your colleague isn't.

It's the job.

You do it right, sometimes
that's what happens.

You got a license
for that thing?

Of course.
We all do.

So it shouldn't be a problem
if I want to swab you for GSR?

Whatever.

TRIPP:
Okay, over here please.

Excuse me.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

Why don't we start with

who would take
a shot at you, Dwayne?

Take a number.
Get in line.

It's a rapper's life.

That's how it is,
you know what I'm saying?

No beef, no game.

Okay, somebody should really
take a look at that arm.

I'm still breathing.

But your bodyguard's not.

So why don't you
tell me about that.

Hey, look.

I didn't need your help then,

I don't need it now.

That's going to change.

CALLEIGH:
Got another casing.

It's a Glock .45.

You know what?
All these bodyguards

were carrying nines.

You know what else?

These cones
were very spread out.

Well, they probably got kicked
around in all of the chaos.

I just don't think

they're going to give us
a position on the shooter.

Probably not, but maybe
the cameras will.

This was a live event,
wasn't it?

( rap music playing )

( gunshots )

DELKO:
Sounds like the killer used
the song's gunfire as a cover.

You got anything wider?

Nope. Just two handhelds
on the audience.

All right.
Let's see one.

Well, she looks like
she has a nice personality.

( three gunshots )

All right, let's
see the other one.

Hang on, Don,
can you freeze it?

DELKO:
Look at the phone.

Cameras were banned
from the concert.

Yeah, but camera phones weren't.

Don't you need
a warrant or something?

Yeah, if you want it locked
in evidence for three years.

Or you can give it to us
for about three hours.

Your choice.

Okay, here.

But what am I supposed
to do for three hours?

I don't know.
Stop talking?

I dug these two bullets
out of the bodyguard.

Here you go, Calleigh.

Pulled them
out of his back.

.45 caliber.
Just like my casings.

I'll page you
if I find anything else, okay?

Great, thanks, Alexx.

You got all the pictures
from the camera phones?

Yeah.

So, I think we should
be talking to this guy.

His feud with 10-Large
is on the cover.

Pimp Hop?
Nah, it's too obvious.

Well, I mean, he made
death threats, right?

Yeah, but...

He's just talking trash.

The business is all
about the street.

Right. You've got to keep
your pimp hands strong.

What about you?
What do you got?

Nobody with a gun.

Picture quality is bad.
Lot of gaps.

Take a look
at that girl in the bikini.

DELKO:
Kind of hard not to.

No, look at...

Look at this guy right here.

He's staring
at the stage.

Exactly.

You're five feet from that
and you're not going to look?

Yeah, you're right.

Let's get this over to Tripp,

see if we can figure out
who this guy is.

HORATIO:
Mr. Moran.

Thugg G.

You were at the concert
this morning, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right.
Large's rap is hot.

Should be.
I wrote it.

You think Mr. Large
stole your music?

I know he did, man.
Come on.

That punk ass used to bite
my worms all the time

when we was rolling together.

So this is about revenge?

Nah.

I went because I want him
to see my mug

every time he spit that rap.

See, I like the version when
he get shot at the end best.

Did you shoot him?

Look, I told you no, all right?

The song had gunfire in it.

The shooter used it
for a cover.

Which means he knew
this new song pretty well.

Look, detective.
I told you.

I didn't cap nobody.

What about that .45
we found in your place?
Is that just a coincidence?

It has the same caliber

that shot 10-Large
and his bodyguard.

Yeah, that's right.

So if we test it,
the bullets won't match?

That's what I said.

How'd you get your name?

Thugg G?

Yeah.

Well, yeah, you know, I did some
major dope back in the day.

But that's in the past.
You know what I'm saying?

I did my time.

Well, you're about
to do some more.

I'm sure you're
aware 10-Large

has a restraining order
against you, Mr. G.

And you violated it.

Welcome home.

( rap music playing )

Got a new CD?

I was just getting
in the mood.

No problem.

( turns music off )
Okay, the rounds
that hit the bodyguard

didn't come
from Thugg G's gun.

So I'm thinking,

two bullets, three casings,
four wounds.

Okay.

Billy did have
a through-and-through.

It may have been the one
that hit 10-Large.

So that explains
why he's still

walking around
like bullets don't hurt.

Billy took the full brunt
of the hit, didn't he?

We need that bullet
from 10-Large's shoulder.

All the more reason
to go and get it.

10-LARGE:
All right, y'all check this out.

I just wrote this.

* Shift in reverse
run a buck fifty *

* Trying to get a large enough
bank to get Brittany *

* I'm-a do Brittany
like Bobby did Whitney *

* Mess your whole life up,
donate my kidneys *

* Wake up to vodka,
crash with the whiskey *

* My name hold too much weight,
you can't lift it *

Oh. Look.

Look, look.

Yo. Man did you
see that right there?

Look at this.

You're spoiling my view, man.

Sorry about that,

but this is an awful lot of
exposure out here, Dwayne.

Hey, listen.

I'm not worried
about them dudes

trying to come back
and get me.

Well, you should be.

Our shooter might
not be satisfied.

What you want from me, cop?

I want to take a look
at that bullet in your arm.

Give me a minute, man.

I don't care too much
for doctors.

Or dead bodyguards, apparently.

Look, I already told you once
I don't need your help.

I remember.
You don't need my help.

That's right.

Okay, Dwayne.
Suit yourself.

But I'll be back.

( scoffs )

Hey, Dwayne.

Dwayne!

( gunshots )

You ready to give me
that bullet now, Dwayne?

( muffled banging )

( muffled banging )

( muffled banging )

( gasps )

( panting )

Okay, stay with me.

Oh, my God, where am I?

Stay with me, honey.
Stay with me.

Hold on. Hold on, okay?

It's Alexx.

Are there any rescue units
in the building?

I need a crew in the autopsy
theater immediately.

I've got a live one here.

Dr. Woods?

My supervisor said
you wanted to see me.

The accident victim
you pronounced this morning,

Veronica Grant?

Yeah.

Yeah?

She just screamed
her way out of this.

I followed standard operating
procedure to the letter.

Obviously, very effective.

The victim
was nonresponsive,

and there were no vital signs.

EKG?

It was broken.

I went manual-- stethoscope,
then felt for a pulse.

Nothing.

I...

I don't know how I missed it.

Okay.

Two CSIs just went out
to the scene.

They'll figure it out.

Is she going to be okay?

I hope so.

For her sake...

and yours.

Well, I see
where our paramedics

messed up
on the girl from the drawer.

60-degree groundwater
rained down all on our victim.

Gave her hypothermia.

Yeah, mimics death.

Respiratory system, blood
pressure bottoms out.

That's why he didn't
get any vitals.

( indistinct radio transmission)

Got secondary paint transfer.

There's no other
body damage.

Looks like this was the
only vehicle involved.

( camera shutter clicking )

So Veronica must've hit
the corner too fast,

lost control,
slammed into the fire hydrant.

Paramedics cut our
victim's shirt off.

Water didn't
help our evidence.

Got blood on the dashboard.

The paramedics found her
strapped in the driver's seat.

So how'd the blood
get on the passenger's side?

Got a toenail.

It's polished.

Someone else
was in the car with her.

( tires screeching )

No way.

We'd prefer you do this
at the hospital.

( scoffs ):
Listen,

nobody touches me
but him. Period.

CAINE:
Fair enough.

Thank you very much.

Damn.

Nice cakes.

Oh.

Charming.

So who's taking shots at you,
Dwayne?

I dunno.

Thugg G--
he and me up for some paper.

Talk about I bit his rhymes.

I don't know what the
hell you just said,

but we already know
you have a TRO against Mr. G.

And because he was
in our custody

during the drive-by,
it can't be him.

How about this gentleman?

This punk can kiss my ass,
straight up.

So you don't like him?

You think he'd try to kill you?

Pimp Hop?

He's stone-cold mystery.

That "rapper"
don't pump no fear here.

You feel me?

Besides, he's in Japan

right now on tour.

That's the only place
that can stand him anyway.

You know what, it's been fun,

but I'm done talking
to the one-time.

A'ight?

For now.

Hey, Frank.

I see him.

Yo, yo.

Yeah, what's up, fool?

Be away for a while.

Start pickin'
up soap, bitch.

Bust ass punk.

Speak up, chump.

You know you're rollin'
on a stolen ride, bitch.

Knock it off!
No, you're nothin'.

Knock it off!
You're nothin'!

You a punk ass
playa hater!

I will lay you down!
Dwayne.

No, you keep talking,
I'm-a drop you, homie!

Hey, Dwayne. Dwayne.

Take off right now.

Let's move, man.

The bullet in 10-Large
matches the others,

including the one
we collected from the drive-by.

So we're looking
for only one shooter.

So with a
through-and-through
and 10-Large's injury,

we can go back to
the crime scene

and do a reconstruction.

Okay, so according to
the cell phone stills

and the footage we have,
10-Large was right here.

Will you be
my bodyguard?

If I can call you "Whitney."

All right, so Billy

was about here, to the right
and slightly behind 10-Large.

So if we work backwards,

the bullet ended up
in Large's shoulder,

after the bullet
exited Billy's abdomen.

Do you mind moving
for one second, Frank?

Yeah.

The shooter must've had
a backstage pass.

Security
was pretty tight.

How'd he get a gun in?

I don't know,
but this had to be his position.

( 10-Large rapping )

Calleigh,
let's print all these panels.

He may have touched
one of them.

I'll print every inch.

Okay.

Frank, do me a favor.

Go back
to Billy's position.

Now, 10-Large

was bent down
when he got shot, right?

So, how did Billy
get shot?

You're right.

He would've been shot
in the leg, if at all.

Right, because the shooter
had a clear shot at 10-Large.

Why did he hit Billy?

( 10-Large rapping )

( gunshots playing in music )

( gunshots )

( people screaming )

Yo, yo!
Get back! Get back!

Because he was aiming
at Billy.

The rapper wasn't the target.

Right. The bodyguard was.

( squishing )

Hey, Eric.
Hey, Al.

No ID on the victim.

But based on liver temp
and vitreous fluid,

I put the time of death
at approximately 9:00 a.m.

There was no blood flow
around the impalement wound.

But there was
around the other ones,

which is inconsistent

with her body position
in the tree.

We all know
blood doesn't flow up.

She was dead before she
ejected from the car.

Four-inch puncture wounds.

Fatal blow hit the
subclavian artery.

Lot of soft-tissue damage.

Died from exsanguination.

Okay, so we're not talking
about a knife.

No. Atypical weapon.

Entry wounds appear
to be curved.

Didn't find anything
at the scene.

Well, I found some tissue
under her fingernails.

I already sent samples to DNA.

That's great.
Thanks, Alexx.

You're welcome, baby.

So you don't remember anything?

I remember jogging this morning.

I came home, and
then they told me

I was in a car accident.

A woman was killed.

Are you saying I hit someone?

Not hit. She was killed.

You recognize her?

It's Nicole.

But I don...

How do you know her?

She's my girlfriend.

How long have you two
been friends?

She's my girlfriend.

She just moved in with me.
I don't...

Nicole was found
at the scene of the accident.

She was stabbed.

Stabbed? Wh...?

Her blood was found
in the car,

and your DNA was found
under her fingernails.

So...

You guys have a fight?

Look, I can't
remember anything
before my accident.

But I know me, and I know her.

I'm telling you, I couldn't...
I couldn't have done that.

I would never do
that to Nicole.

Please...

DELKO:
We'll go to your apartment
and see what we can do.

SPEEDLE:
There's definite
signs of struggle.

Amnesia, huh?

That's pretty convenient.

Maybe she's got a little evil
twin we can interrogate, too.

Look,
she has a concussion, okay?

Memory loss is common.

Bet it'll all come back to her
once she gets an attorney.

Yeah, got a corkscrew.

Alexx said the puncture wounds
were curved,

so that's consistent.

This bottle...

Print tells me
that whoever grabbed it,

used it as a weapon.

( woman grunts )

All right, so that gives us
two weapons of opportunity.

I'm thinking maybe the
bottle started the fight,

and the corkscrew ended it.

( women grunting )

Well, if the evidence
is equivocal,

we've got to go
with the only witness.

Yeah, the other
one's dead.

That helps.

You think she's lying?

Yeah, you would too if you
didn't think she was so hot.

Now check this out.

We got drag marks.

Shoes are small and narrow.

Like a woman's.

Leading out to the, uh...

to the garage.

( grunting )

If Veronica's so innocent,

why'd she try to dump the body?

TRIPP:
Hey, Doc.

Gentlemen.

Alexx, have you finished
the bodyguard?

Just.

Did you need
to see him?

Only if you have something
to show me.

Well, besides the
holes in his torso,

not much.

Just a small cut
over his eye.

Recent?

No, couple
days old,

at least.

Preview of coming attractions?

Maybe.

Alexx, what about his clothes?

Haven't had a chance
to send them to trace.

Tough day?

( scoffs )

You don't know tough.

It's about time

one of them talked back to you.

Nice watch.

Those diamonds?

CAINE:
The question is,

what is our bodyguard

doing with it?

Let's talk to
his employer.

So, covering 10-Large was
a new assignment for Billy?

Mm, just put him
on today's concert.

Right.

Who'd he cover before?

I can't tell you that.

It's privileged
client information.

Mr. Bingham, did
you move Billy

because he was stealing?

We don't employ thieves

here, Lieutenant.

So why the change
in assignment?

This is a security company.

What I don't know,
I don't ask,

and what I do know,
I don't tell.

CAINE:
We found two types of DNA

on Billy's watch.

One was Billy's,

and one was a mystery.

You have a choice
here, Rick.

We can go
to every one

of your privileged clients,

stick a swab in their mouth,
and tell them you sent us...

Or you can assist us.

So, it's up to you.

Dan Dakota.

The sports commentator?

Correct.

Thank you.

God, Billy, yeah.

Heard about that.

It's horrible.

It's why

I won't let my kids
listen to rap.

We're thinking
that Billy may have been

the target of the shooting.

You're kidding?

No, and I guess
I was hoping

you might be able

to tell me something about that.

I wish I could.

I was also
wondering

where Billy might
have gotten that.

I gave it to him.

It's one of my endorsements.

I get a new one every year.

Yeah? He didn't
steal it from you?

No. Hell, no.

Why'd you move him?

We had a disagreement.

Disagreement produce that bruise
on your face?

Yeah.

That's why I fired him.

Where'd the fight
take place?

Right out front.

All right, want to show me?

Sure.

So, tell me
what happened.

Billy took the car
the other night,

came home wasted,
acting like an idiot.

( tires squeal )

You're my bodyguard.

You aren't supposed
to take the car.

( grunts )

I'm not going
to tolerate that.

Not around my kids.

That's understandable.

Have you...?

Have you been
in an accident recently?

No, uh-uh.

Oh, great, great.

Billy probably ran it up
on a curb.

Yeah, but that wouldn't explain

this blood.

Damn.

I hope he didn't hurt anybody.

Mm-hmm.

You know what that is?

That is brain matter.

What does that mean?

That means somebody's dead.

Hey.

What's up?

Is this murder weapon
talking to you?

( chuckles )

I wish.

Uh, just, uh, smudges
on the handle.

Nothing workable.

And, uh, Nicole's
blood on the end of it.

Prints on this are Nicole's,
too.

Maybe Veronica was
defending herself.

Yeah, or the other way around.

Hit the lights, would you?

Got some blood here.

Maybe that'll answer it for us.

Hey, there's something

right there.

Yeah, what do
you think it is?

There's one way
to find out.

Got a rough surface.
It's cracked.

Hmm. It's green.

Hmm. With two

patterned holes.

Let's see what it's made of.

Primary component
is polyvinyl chloride.

PVC, as in plastic.

Thermoplastic,

in this case.

It's for printing
on clothing.

It's part
of a decal.

So maybe it flaked off,

like the number
on an old baseball jersey,

or something?

Patterned holes could be
from a mesh.

Did Veronica's shirt have a logo
on it?

Follow me.

Yup, mesh T-shirt.

SPEEDLE:
Logo's the same color
and consistency.

South Beach
Training Club.

Paramedics hacked through it.

We're not going to be able
to piece the logo back together.

Yeah, but that
doesn't mean

the shirt can't help us.

We found Nicole's prints

on a wine bottle
in your condo.

She used it
as a weapon.

It's possible
she used it on you.

DELKO:
You remember
any of that?

Nicole would never attack me.

Well, you work at
the South Beach Training Club,

and our evidence tells us that

whoever was in the fight
with her

was injured wearing one
of their T-shirts.

Where?

SPEEDLE:
The upper, uh,

left chest area.

See? I told you.

She'd never hurt me.

Who else had access
to these T-shirts?

Just employees.

DELKO:
Anyone at work, uh,
you can think of

that may have had a grudge
against you?

There is one person.

My ex-boyfriend.

SPEEDLE:
Well, according to your
boss, you weren't working

this morning
from 8:00 to 10:00.

So where were you?

Well, I didn't have any clients
scheduled.

Went to the beach.

This your shirt?

Yeah.
It's clean.

You just washed it?

I sweat a lot.

Part of the job.

Well, you mind

if we keep it?

Anything to help.

You want
to help out so much,

why don't you show us
that wound

under your shirt?

Unbutton my
shirt for you?

It's not that kind of gym.

Are we done here?

You heard him.

Said he sweats a lot.

I never thought
you'd get these in here.

You doubted me?

Where's the love?

Okay, I had to cut them.

How's it coming?

Got about 20
workable latents

and hundreds
of smudges.

Still going, though.

Can I help?

You can run this pile
through AFIS.

You got it.

Night-shift CSI

got a hit-and-run fatality
on Thursday.

Kid changing a tire
on Old Cutler Road.

That's less than two miles
from Dakota's house.

Substantiates Dan's story.

"Trevor Leeds, 18 years old."

Tell me about him, Frank.

Well, he went to Miami U.

He's from Wisconsin.

So, what do we have left?

We have a bodyguard
who steals his boss' car

and then kills a teenage kid.

Security company won't
be happy about that.

Not good for business.

Is this really necessary?

I already gave you
my shirt.

Your blood was found
on a broken wine bottle

in Veronica Grant's condo.

And your DNA matches it.

How can you match that to me?

You threw in that towel
at the club.

Helped us get a warrant.

You tried to
wash your shirt

to get the blood off,

but unfortunately,

you left a little, tiny piece
on the bottle.

DELKO
That's right.
We know you were there.

We just want to know why.

Were you still angry about

your breakup
with Veronica?

No. She didn't do it for me.

( chuckles softly )

Apparently, you didn't do it
for her, either.

She left you for a woman.

Yeah. She should have told me.

The three of us
could have had some fun.

She didn't have
to tell you anything.

You found out for yourself.

( doorbell rings )

Can I help you?
Where's Veronica?

Get out. Get out.

It must have been a shock
when you found out

your girlfriend
left you for a woman.

Then I guess it wasn't long
before things got out of hand.

I'm calling the police.

She got up, and
you fought her.

You took my girl.

Now let's see
how tough you are.

Unfortunately,
you hit a snag--

literally.

Your shirt.

Unbutton it.

And we all know
what happened next.

( screaming )

I want a lawyer.

( sighing )

Veronica.

When they called me,

they told me I can get
some of Nicole's things.

Absolutely.

How are you holding up?

I hope they keep him
locked up forever, you know?

( softly ):
Yeah.

Well... I just
wanted you to know

Uh, what really happened.

Um... Nicole

was still alive
when you came home.

Nicole!

Oh, my God.

Nicole!
( yelling )

DELKO:
She scratched you

out of animal instinct.

She was just fighting
to survive.

You knew you had to get her
to a hospital.

You didn't realize

that she died
in your front seat.

We're almost there.

( tires screeching )

You tried to save her.

All I wanted
was to remember what happened.

But you know what?

I hope I never do.

47 partials,
14 juicy ones

and not one hit.

Yet.

You see, this is why
I like bullets--

because
there is no waiting.

( beeping )

Okay.

That's twice in one day.

I hope that teaches you
not to doubt the man.

Does make me happy,
Joseph.

My sincerest apologies
to the man.

( chuckles softly )

I got a hit off the panel.

Fugitive.

Wanted in six states.

Sexual assault and murder.

I know this face.

With a record
like that,

I don't know
how he got backstage.

I do.

Hello, gentlemen.

Is there a problem?

You screwed up, Bingham.

You employ
convicted felons

Mr. Bingham, to
protect your clients.

and that is a problem.

I-I don't know what
you're talking about.

Here's what we're talking about.

That's Craig Yarnell.

His real name is Craig Waters.

He's wanted in six states
for murder

and sexual assault.

So, where is he?

BINGHAM:
He's working
for Dan Dakota.

Careful, Lindsay.

TRIPP:
Waters?

Dumb ass.

Gets 'em every time.

My name's Yarnell.

Yarnell died
two years ago

in Alabama.
You took his identity.

That's for the job.

What else you got in there,

Mr. Waters, huh?

Big old .45.

Craig,

fingerprints
are like old habits.

They die hard.

Sounds like a paid gig to me,
Mr. Waters.

So, who hired you?

Let's go back
to the security company

and lean on Bingham.

CAINE:
I have a better idea.

I'm more interested...
in why we keep coming back here.

I want to see
that Navigator.

So, we can prove the
Navigator hit the boy,

but not who was driving.

That's what this is for.

No way--

An aftermarket safety system?

I got it from Dan's Navigator.

( chuckling )

Like the black box
in an airplane.

So cool.

So Big Brother.

Did we hook it up?

Ah.

The system
has 45 impact sensors.

Okay. Did one of them monitor
an impact Thursday night?

Yup.

Hold on.

Frontal sensor,

passenger side.

What about a time and place?

Uh, 12:10 AM,

Old Cutler Road.

That's where Trevor was hit.

That's right.

So, when the system is tripped,
the driver is notified, right?

Yeah, but, uh,
it's not recorded here.

I'll have to call the company.

Let's do that.

Trevor Leeds.

18 years old.

He may seem familiar.

You split his head open

with the bumper of your car.

This is ridiculous.

My client already told you

he was home
Thursday night.

Which would mean that Billy
stole his car, correct?

Correct. And unless
you can prove otherwise,

we're done here.

Behind door number... two,

we have...

WOMAN:
Mr. Dakota?

DAKOTA:
Yeah?

WOMAN:
This is Informaguard.

Our system registers
that your accident threshold

has been met.

Are you okay?

Oh, shoot.

I must have run up on a curve,
or something.

It's nothing; I'm fine.

That's you on tape, Dan,
and that means

that you were driving,
and Billy wasn't.

And you were drunk
out of your mind.

I told you... I don't drink.

That seems a tad inconsistent
with the tape.

( tires screeching )

WOMAN:
Mr. Dakota?

Yeah?

Wasted commentator
plows down an 18-year-old.

That's an ugly blot
on a pretty career, huh?

So, Billy
wanted to blow

the whistle on you, right?

RODMAN:
What happened?

Where were you?

Is that blood?!

What the hell, Dan?

It's nothing.

D, we need
to call the police.

At least an ambulance.

No, no, no, Billy.

You're my bodyguard.

You don't say a word, okay?
Promise me.

I can't do that, man.

You got 48 hours
to de the right thing.

And you...

had him killed.

I was out of town

calling a pre-
season game

the day Billy was shot.

You hired Craig Waters
to protect you and your family.

And then you hired him
to kill Billy.

You know,
it's too bad, Dan,

that you can't get him
to do your time.

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