Cut to the flashing lights of an emergency vehicle. Gil is walking over, and Brass asks, "Where's your posse?" Gil replies, "I have no idea -- I was actually on a date." Brass looks around to make sure the assorted crime scene personnel don't suddenly go flying into orbit, as Gil's mention of an outside social life has undoubtedly knocked the world off its regular axis and begun disrupting things like gravity and magnetic poles. The two men walk over to the scene, where Emergency Backup David is crouched over the disemboweled kid, and Gil says in dismay, "My God. What am I looking at?" Brass dons the mantle of Captain Exposition and says, "Taxi hit a kid crossing the boulevard. The crowd over there saw the driver, Rajeeb Khandewahl, try to get away, so they pulled him out of the front seat of the cab and they beat him up. I mean they...beat him up bad. He's on his way to Desert Palm." Brass sounds shaken -- this speaks volumes about the degree of whupping Khandewahl endured. Emergency Backup David waits for a moment, and then says of his subject, "His insides are on the outside." That doesn't sit right with Gil, who asks, "Did you move this body, David?" Emergency Backup David replies, "No, sir." Brass notes that Auto Detail hoisted the cab off the kid, and Emergency Backup David says defensively, "Yeah, but I supervised. No one's touched him." Gil then asks Brass if he's ever seen anything like this before. "What do you mean?" Brass warily replies. Gil continues, "How many hit-and-runs have you pulled?" Brass has seen too many to count. Gil asks, "How many times have you seen the victim's viscera exposed?" Well, counting now, I'm guessing once? Brass confirms, "First time." Gil replies, "Well, first time for everything." Aaaand we go to The Who.
Once we're back, Emergency Backup David is talking about that time in forensics camp when he -- wait. Wrong conversation. He actually telling Gil, "My science teacher used to say that your small and large intestines could stretch across the Brooklyn Bridge. But in reality, only twenty-five feet combined." Gil, who's sitting on his forensics case, comments, "Fiction is often more compelling." Speaking of fiction, it's time to talk to the eyewitnesses. Gil says dismissively, "Testimonials, Jim? I don't consider that evidence." Evidence snob. Brass checks the rope of viscera one more time, and comments, "But easier to clean up." Speaking of cleanup, Emergency Backup David's about to do with the guts.
Cut to Brass talking to the very shaken cab fare. She's explaining how she's in town on business, was planning on staying with a cousin, and she saw the pedestrian lurch off the curb, but she didn't think the pedestrian saw the cab. We also find out that the reason the cabbie didn't see the pedestrian was because he was looking at his fare in the mirror. Brass asks when Rajeeb tried to drive away, and the fare corrects him, "No, no, no, no -- he got out of the cab to see what happened, then he freaked, and he got back in, and he reached for his radio. That's when the guys attacked him." Brass asks, "His radio? He -- he wasn't fleeing the scene?" The fare repeats emphatically, "No. He was calling for help." Gil, who was watching this exchange with some interest, then turns his attention to the cab and radio as Brass begins asking about the mob. The fare replies, "You always think you'd be a great witness, but...there were so many of them, and it happened so fast." We see another version of the attack, this time from her perspective in the cab. Gil looks disgusted; this scene can't have helped reduce his normally benign misanthropy.