CSI: NY

Mac: Formula fbz cars are not only built for speed, but safety. They don't explode like this unless somebody makes them.

Mac: Santos received death threats, decided to race anyway? Flack: Guy's a showman. Didn't want to upset his fans. It's the hottest ticket in the city. Mac: Hotter than anyone expected.

Dwight Bernard: Davi and Liza Gray, they're both competitors. You put them in anything with wheels, they're gonna drive hard. That's what makes them champions.

Stella: Can you think of anyone who might have been responsible for this? Dwight Bernard: Davi was the definition of hell on wheels. He'd drive around you, over you or through you to get a win, so he left a lot of enemies in his wake.

Mac: We need a closer look at this car. Lindsay: That's not going to be easy. Team Cietro is claiming proprietary rights on the car. These racing teams, they pay millions to make sure their competitors never find out what's under the hood. Mac: Well, that's unfortunate because this car is our crime scene.

Lindsay: Somebody did a bad thing to a good fin cooler. Adam: You a racing fan? Lindsay: Anything that rips it up at 200 miles an hour, you gotta respect. Danny: That's my girl. You grow up in Montana, you love race cars. Lindsay: Maybe stock car. But open wheel, that's a whole different thing.

Lindsay: You race? Adam: Playstation. (Lindsay laughs) Adam: But... those games are very realistic.

Lindsay: There was no bomb added to this car. The car itself was a bomb.

Mac: I know what the stakes are. New York's been trying to land a racing event for 50 years. There's money and jobs on the line. Stella: And in this economy, it would be a shot in the arm for the city.

Hawkes: I'm running a textual analysis through the fbi database, from word usage to punctuation to misspellings. Stella: Well, all comes down to how you cross your t's and dot your i's.

Rick Peters: I can barely change my own tires, much less blow up a car. Flack: Don't play absent-minded professor with me, okay? I've read your rap sheet. Rick Peters: I write letters. I don't act on them.

Rick Peters: You ever see a family of four mowed down by a drunk driver? I mean, can you even comprehend that level of tragedy? Flack: I know about your brother and his family and I know that the driver walked away with a clean bill of health and an open bottle on the passenger seat. Rick Peters: But what you don't know is that bastard was on his way home from the track, having just attended a race that was sponsored by cietro spirits. What kind of message is that, huh? Fast cars and... and... and hard drinks?

Rick Peters: I'll be honest with you. The idea of blowing up their prized car sky high is lovely, but I don't want to add to their death count.

Flack: What I don't understand is, if you weren't going to do anything to Santos, why send threats? Rick Peters: Look, I am one individual, okay? If the most that I can do is keep their mascot off the road, that's a victory in my book.

Reece Turnball: I grew up idolizing Davi Santos. He's the reason I drive. I take my role very seriously. Flack: Well, that's good, 'cause your role just got a lot bigger. With Santos out of the way you're the new face of team Cietro. Reece Turnball: I've always wanted to race but not like this. Davi's the last of a dying breed. Most of us are scared as hell when we're behind the wheel. Not him. That's what makes him the best there is.

Flack: Maybe it's me, but I don't get it. You got 80 laps jammed into that tiny car, ten-second pit stops. Where do you go to the bathroom? Mac: You don't want to know. Flack: Gotta be nuts. My father calls these things coffins on wheels. Mac: These drivers push their limits, always on the edge of danger, always chasing a faster time. Flack: Not me.

Flack: Racing coalition's threatening lawsuits against everybody: NYPD, City Hall. Mac: It's more about making a profit than making things safe. Flack: The show must go on.

Stella: Some race teams add compound enhancers to their oil to improve lap times. Hawkes: And knowing the exact mixture of the additives is where things get interesting. Each team has its own blend. Just like a fingerprint.

Mac: I saw your race in Monaco. Hell of a wreck. Five surgeries. Looks like you've recovered nicely. Liza Gray: I've worked hard for everything I have and this is no different.

Liza Gray: I send my best to him and his wife. Flack: That's certainly a different attitude than what you were saying on the rehab trail. Liza Gray: Don't believe everything you hear. It's just the business of motor sports. Mac: Yeah, it used to be about the car and the driver and now it's about the brand. Is that right? Liza Gray: A strong brand is just one more way to stay ahead of the competition. Mac: I can think of a few other ways.

Liza Gray: Santos has his fair share of enemies both on and off the track. Flack: Sure, but you're the only one who publicly vowed to go after him. Liza Gray: It's just racing. It's like Yankees versus Red Sox, Ferrari versus McLaren, Gray versus Santos. It sells tickets.

Mac: Oil trace linked to your team, and a flame-retardant fiber that matches your racing uniform. Liza Gray: You got all that off a fiber from my uniform? Mac: It's the business of forensics.

Liza Gray: There's a set of rules and regulations that every team agrees to follow. Flack: Including the ones who break and enter? Liza Gray: I just wanted to see his car.

Liza Gray: Davi Santos is a racing icon but ever since the accident, he hasn't won a championship. His times have been getting slower and maybe he lost his edge. But a driver like that, desperation sets in. I heard he started tweaking his engine. So I took some photos. I just wanted to see what I was up against.

Mac: Used to go to the speedway with my father. I got Mario Andretti's autograph one year. Stella: It's every boy's dream, isn't it? To get behind the wheel of a race car. Mac: Well, it was my dream, yeah. Stella: Really? Mac: Mm-hmm. I raced in the soapbox derby. We came in third in the Illinois state finals one year. Stella: Little Mac Taylor, the soapbox derby champ.

Mac: It was never about the vehicle. It was a love for speed, pushing a car as far as it could go. That's what it was about. Back then, we all wanted to be Steve McQueen. Stella: To be young and naive again. Mac: Yeah. Stella: But looking at what happened to Santos, it doesn't seem as innocent anymore.

Stella: Mrs. Santos, I'm truly sorry for your loss. Tania Santos: Yeah. The idea of loss implies that Davi belonged to me in the first place. In a way, his murder is poetic justice. Stella: Why would you say that? Tania Santos: Dying was the only way he would have retired.

Davi Santos: Have you heard what they're saying about me? That I lost my edge? How can I retire with that? Tania Santos: Who cares about them? You made a promise to me. Davi Santos: Honey... I always come home safely. Haven't I?

Tania Santos: After that crash in Monaco, he wasn't the same. Stella: In what way? Tania Santos: His behavior became erratic. I asked him if he was on anything, but he didn't tell me. My husband wasn't great at keeping promises, but it was unusual for him to keep secrets.

Tania Santos: Always knew that Davi's last day on the track would be his last day on earth. But I never thought he'd get taken away from me like this.

Hawkes: Being on painkillers couldn't have made driving a car any easier for Santos. Mac: I'm guessing that was the reason for his diminished performances. Santos raced with an edge his entire career. Looks like he lost everything trying to keep it.

Danny: Instant turbo boost at your fingertips. Press the button and... Adam: Boom! (Danny, Adam, Mac and Lindsay look at each other) Adam: Sorry. That was... that was your moment. I thought you were gonna... boom... nothing.

Dwight Bernard: Davi's erratic behaviour and his refusal to stop driving not only endangered himself but everyone around him. Something had to be done. Mac: And you decided that something was sabotaging his engine. Dwight Bernard: Guys like Davi understand and respect one thing, and that's losing their edge. I wasn't trying to kill him, Just throw him off his game.

Dwight Bernard: I'm not trying to make excuses; I deserve whatever punishment that I get. But I've been around cars my whole life and I'm here to tell you there is no way that what I did caused that car to explode.

Tania Santos: We both loved Davi so much, and we were angry with him for so long, for being selfish with his life. It just seems like a cruel joke that our attempt to save him led to his death.

Connor Wells: I recognized an opportunity and as a businessman, I acted on it. Mac: Opportunity? That's what you call murder? Connor Wells: I thought I was looking out for the best interests of my company. Life without racing is worse than death for guys like us.