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This is mean roller derby on South Beach,
baby.

You're playing by Miami rules, South FLA!

Here goes Minnie Tears using some leverage.

I love this action.

Here comes Minnie Tears again
around the track

looking for the Tricked Up Treat.

Quickly jammed that up. Nothing going on.

Trying to get inside,

but she's loosing it all to Minnie Tears.

Tricked Up Treat got schooled.

Minnie Tears setting the standard.

Oh, my God, has she got the moves.

Yeah!

All right, you ready?

Yeah, I'm ready!

Yeah!

Let's do this.

Let's go.

And the Loca Boca Ratons!

And the jammer's on for the Boca Ratons.

She's physical, she's intense--

Miami Spice, give it up!

And for our own Miami Masochists,

crowd favorite, Wrath of Connie!

- For the Masochists--
- You're going down, Wrath of Connie!

Good luck.

Up yours.

Are you ready, ladies?

Strap in.

On your marks.

Let's rock and roll!
They're off and running!

Miami Spice,

she's got a lead on
Wrath of Connie.

Get some!

Remember, they got to
catch the pack,

pass the blockers to get points.

You get more if you pass everybody.

Oh, there's some heavy
hitting going on.

Miami Spice out in front, keeping pace.

- Miami Spice coming around.
- Connie, come on.

Go, Connie! Go! Go, go!

Wrath of Connie looks like she's struggling
a bit with her game.

What's a matter with her?

Check out Miami Spice with an early
lead on Wrath of Connie.

They're shoving bodies
out of the way.

Jeez, that is a tight pack.

But look at Miami Spice continuing
to sizzle on the track.

Connie, come on, let's roll!

Four points there with Spice busting
'em up inside.

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Wrath of Connie trying to catch up.

Now watch these jammers bring
in the leverage.

And there's bodies flying
all over the place!

Look out!

Spice out in front-- No,
now, they're banging.

Wrath of Connie and Spice.

You're going down, Wrath of Connie!

Spice gets the lead,
though! Wrath of Connie--

Yeah!

...can't keep up with Miami Spice.
She doesn't look like herself.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

D'Beat Down goes down! She smacked her face.

Here's Spice flying again.

On the high rail. Four more,
count it up, baby.

That was a dirty move.

Did you see that?

D'Beat Down getting all ugly.

Yo, what the hell is your problem?

- Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?
- Bite me, bitch!

Oh, you can't handle it?

Cry me a river.

And here they go. They're gonna start it up.

Some shoving, some trash talking,
some smack talking.

You're in the sin bin.
Five minutes for roughing.

That's five minutes in the sin
bin for roughing, honey.

Fans are into it.

She's still yelling and screaming
at the refs.

They gotta sit her down and shut her up.

It all comes down to this.

Watch the jammers. Oh, look at Minnie Tears.

Oh! It's Seven Mile Bitch with
an elbow to the midsection.

I love a little action like that. Somebody
is gonna get roughed up.

Minnie tears flying with
Seven Mile Bitch.

KO'd outta the track.

Bodies flying everywhere.

Miami Spice doing five for fighting
in the sin bin.

There goes another body.

Somebody is just smacking heads.

Bodies going, tangled,
left and right.

Smacking into the rail.

They're going after each other.

And it's going be...

The Masochists are victorious!
It's unbelievable.

Call 911!

- Oh, my God, what's wrong?
- Connie?

Bring the gurney in ASAP.

Detained as many spectators
and staff as we could.

- Did anybody see anything?
- Doesn't sound like it.

She left the track during a bout,
and team found her in here.

Dr. Loman?

This is Wrath of Connie,

aka Connie Briggs.

Sizable hematoma on her upper thoracic arch.

Ah, dorsal rib compound fracture.

Significant wound means

a significant hit.

Cause of death?

Pale conjunctiva.

Minimal lividity.

She bled out internally, perhaps.

From just the hit like that?

Takes about 150 pounds of
pressure to break a rib, so yes.

I need to get her back on
the table to know more.

Needless to say,

something very wrong happened
inside Wrath of Connie here.

These girls, they take a pretty good
beating out there on the track, Tom.

Maybe she got hit and rolled in here to die.

Nope, there was intent here.
Size and shape of the wound.

She was hit with something,
an object.

- So, we're talking about a weapon.
- Hmm.

Someone would have noticed

one of these girls wielding
an object out there.

So, she was murdered in here.

Gentlemen.

It's called blunt force trauma.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no ♪

Skater struck down in her prime.

Like that movie in the
70's starring Raquel Welch?

No, roller derby's real, man.
Wait till you see it.

Wolfe, you never been to
the roller derby before?

I haven't been on roller
skates since junior high.

- You're missing out, man!
- That was 50 pounds ago!

These women--

- These women are badass.
- They're badass?

Hell, they're girls on roller skates.
How badass can they be?

So, how long you gonna
make us wait here

with these skanks, huh?

Yo, who the hell are you calling a skank?

- I wasn't talking to you, Spice.
- I don't care if you're talking to me!

Oh, my God, that's the sexiest,
scariest thing I've ever seen.

I told you!

We got a situation--

Oh, a the poke to the head. Start it up.

We got a little action here.
Oh, here they all come in on it!

Oh, shoot.

Start it up. They can't stand each other.

Masochists and a Loca Bocas.

There's haymakers breaking out.

She killed her! You probably killed her.

I can't see.

Haymakers!

Ow!

There's bodies flying.

The crowd's whipping beers.

That's it!

Hey, that's it, stop it!

All right? Jeez, Louise!

You! Come here! Come here.

- You're Miami Spice?
-Yes.

- I got to talk to you, come on.
- Hey, somebody get Dave Benton

down here, set up a mobile AV unit.

And shut that guy the hell up!

Whoa, 5-0 wants a piece of me.
Shut it down, huh?

You got it, po-po, chill.

Witnesses saw you get in a fight with
Connie before she left the track.

Fighting's just a stress reliever.

Better to have it out on the
track than the alley afterwards.

Besides, Deb was the one
who took the cheap shot.

Deb? Who's Deb?

Oh, that's D'Beat Down? D'Beat Down is Deb?

Where do you guys come up with these names?

- Derby names?
- Yeah.

We make them up.

Like your favorite wrestler,
except we don't fake it.

Well, I don't think that you were faking
your anger towards Connie, were you?

My blood was boiling, yeah,
but yours would be, too.

Angry enough to follow her in
the bathroom, start a fight?

You really think I killed her
because of a dustup on the track?

Look, I was right where I was
supposed to be in the sin bin.

You were in the what?

It's like a penalty box in hockey.

I got five minutes for roughing.

Well, I'll be looking into that.

I bet you will.

That's not professional.

Not bad.

Looks like the victim and
D'Beat Down were pretty close.

You know, we got a
helmet over here.

Think it got knocked off during the attack?

Maybe.

You find anything that
resembles a murder weapon?

No, not yet, but you know,
these girls wear a lot of gear.

All the girls were out on the
track when the murder happened.

Yeah, it's true.

Toilet full of vomit here.

Mouth guard.

Yeah, she probably spit this out

when she threw up.

Or it got knocked out.

Oh, you know, I don't think so.

I think she was using the
stall to hold herself up.

She was violently ill.

Why she came off the track, I bet.

Wonder what made her so sick.

I don't know.

I'm gonna have Tom run a tox
on what's left in her stomach,

and he can tell us.

- Hey, Benton?
- Yeah.

- You got that game footage cued up?
- Yup, ready for playback.

Going high on the rail.

But look at D'Beat Down

with a throwdown into
her teammate--

Girls are hardcore.

I've been trying to tell y'all.

Head to head--

With bodies flying--

Coach caught the brawl on video.

Was anyone targeting the victim?

There's Olivia Adler.

She was in the sin bin.

Spice is headed to the sin bin.

And that's the last time that we see Connie.

She's headed to the locker room to throw up.

Okay.

Well, that confirms Olivia's alibi.

What is a sin bin?

Uh, don't ask.

Oh!

Oh, that's got to hurt.

Oh, D'Beat Down got beat down.

Flew off the track.

Wait a second.

Where's Debbie? Where'd she go?

She never came back on.

This is five minutes ahead.

Uh, now ten.

It looks like the Masochists are gonna
pull away and get it done.

Try 15.

Victorious--

Oh, there she is. She's back now.

But we have no idea exactly
when she came back.

Where is she? Where is Deb?

That's a 15-minute window
she's not on the rink.

That's enough time to kill Connie Briggs.

I know it's fun to watch,

but landing in the crowd
like that hurts...

a lot.

It took a lot of
work to walk it off.

Why?

Because you went
missing around the time

that Connie was murdered.

I didn't kill Connie.

We're just collecting as
much information as possible

so that we can catch
the person who did.

I wouldn't hurt Connie.
She was my derby wife.

Derby huh?

Partner in crime, on and off the track.

She had my back, and I had hers.

I was supposed to have hers.

So you guys were a couple?

Not like you mean it.
We weren't sleeping together.

But Connie and I, we had a bond.

She was a riot girl, like me.
We just got each other.

Hmm. She give you any
of those bruises?

No. What is your problem?

I didn't do this.

Look, derby is a
full-contact sport.

It hurts.

Fights, punches, scratches.

It's all part of the competition,
and the competition is the show.

Deb, we are just checking
your bruises to see

if they could have come
from a struggle with Connie.

I have nothing to hide.

Except for the 15 minutes
that you went missing.

Look, I landed in the crowd.

It took a while to get out.
I had to handle some fan relations.

Is that another euphemism?

I posed for a couple of pictures,

signed some autographs-- That's it.

While your derby wife
was beat to death.

Dr. Loman?

I was right.

She bled out internally.

Chest cavity is completely filled.

I can see that.

You're looking at a
massive vessel rupture,

probably caused by the broken rib,

but I won't know what ruptured
what until I clean out the cavity.

What do you make of the bruising?

Contusions from
cranium to phalanges.

Apparently, injuries like this are
a way of life for derby girls.

Or a way of death.

Poor choice of words.

In any event,

tox screen on her
stomach contents shows

she ingested ipecac.

Ipecac used to induce vomiting,
which explains why she was sick.

It's going to be difficult

to conclude how it
was administered.

Ipecac syrup has a sweet flavor.

Could have sneaked it into a
sports drink without her knowing.

But why ipecac her at all?

Maybe to get her alone. What else?

This.

Irritation of her upper gums.

See the bruising here,
here and here?

Mm. From her mouth guard, maybe?

There's one amongst her effects.

Maybe an ill-fitting one?

It fits, but barely.

Maybe it's not hers.

Or maybe she mixed it up
with one of her teammates.

Or maybe it got swapped out.

Connie, let's go. The jam's on.

This is one of those, uh,
do-it-yourself mouth pieces.

The ones you boil to soften,
and then you mold it to your own teeth.

Whoever swapped them would have had
to use their own mouth to do it.

Right.

So we have our killer's dental impressions,
but there's no database to compare them to.

Yeah, see, DNA's still

the best way to go,
but the only problem is,

it's only the victim's DNA
profile I've been able to find.

Oh. Here's another DNA profile.

More of the same,
or another skater's?

Definitely not.

This is male.

All right, look,
I know how this looks,

and what you guys might be thinking,
but I did not hurt Connie.

Explain, then, why you
swapped out her mouth guard

with one laced with ipecac.

Uh, I didn't.

You molded it yourself, idiot.

Which means we can match it to you.

Look, not my finest hour, I will admit that.

It's also gonna bring you an assault charge.

Look, Connie was a
monster on the track.

Okay, the only chance
my team had of winning

is if she wasn't playing.

All right? Besides, ipecac is harmless.

Unlike the beating you gave her.

No, I didn't. I just--

I wanted to get her a little
sick so she couldn't play.

- You got money riding on this?
- No, I just want to see my team win.

Well, I'm the biggest
sports fan you'll ever meet,

but that is just plain stupid.

Yeah, well, it's the truth.

So you say now.

Hi. Um, I'm Lucy Strickland.

Lucy, you're Connie's
emergency contact?

Yeah, I'm her roommate. I got your message.

Is that true?

I'm afraid that it is. I am so sorry.

Lucy, I do have a few
things I'd like to ask you,

if you feel like you
might be up to it.

Yeah, okay.

Lucy, how did you know Connie?

We've been friends since
we met freshman year.

When we graduated,

we made the big move to Miami.

Can you think of anyone who
would want to hurt her?

No.

No, Connie's a sweetheart.

She likes to put on that tough act,
but that's all it is.

It's an act.

She treats everyone the way
she wants to be treated.

What about this gentleman?

Does he look familiar to you?

No.

Is he the one who did it?

I'm sorry, I can't give you
any information like that.

- Yeah, I understand.
- Let's talk about the derby.

It seems to me like it
was a very rough place.

Did Connie ever say
anything about that?

No, we didn't really talk
about the derby all that much.

That was kind of her thing.

I do remember she said something

about a player named
Tara 'n Feathered.

I guess they got into a thing

when she first started out
in one of her competitions.

That was, like, four months ago.

- You said, "Tara 'n Feathered?"
- Yeah.

She always used the girls' derby names.
I don't even know her real name.

Lucy, thank you.

Yeah.

So, I just finished interviewing
the rest of the team.

And they all love Connie.
She's their star jammer,

although she was quite a scrapper.

What about an opponent?

Well, her roommate mentioned a
girl named Tara 'n Feathered,

real name Tara Werner.

And I guess, uh,
they got in a pretty big fight

- about four months ago.
- Where was she during the murder?

Well, she was in physical therapy,
so she says.

- I think she might work there.
- Okay, maybe she took a break.

Excuse me, ma'am. Tara Werner?

Mm-hmm. She's right there.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Tara Werner?

CSI Boa Vista.

- I talked to you on the phone earlier today.
- No, that's Celia.

I'm Tara Werner.

You're Tara 'n Feathered?

Guilty.

And you're a patient here?

Severed my t-9, t-10 vertebrae.

As a result of your scuffle
with Connie Briggs, right?

Oh, I'm good, thanks.

No, Connie and I got into a jam.

Neither one of us
wanted to give in.

I clipped a wheel,

hit the rail, haven't been outside
of this lovely place since.

- You okay?
- Oh, no!

Why didn't you mention
this on the phone?

Well, I don't lead with
"I'm a paraplegic."

And I don't blame Connie.

There's no sorry in roller derby.
That's just part of the game.

- We've been hearing that a lot lately--
- Excuse me!

Tara, I'm sorry I'm late.

Mr. Kessler, what are you doing here?

She's my sister, and she has
nothing to do with this.

Your sister?

Werner's my married name.
What are they talking about, Vince?

Don't worry about it.

She's in a wheelchair, man.
She couldn't have hurt anybody.

You know what?

- You guys have to go. I know my rights.
- Mr. Kessler--

Why don't you and I take a walk?
Then we'll discuss your rights outside.

Ms. Werner, is there a
place that we can talk?

Yeah, we can, we can go out here.

Ow, that hurt.

- Hey, take it easy.
- You lied to us.

- About what?
- You lied to us about your sister.

I didn't mention Tara because I
didn't think it was important.

Really? So the girl who
got beaten to death today

just happened to paralyze your sister.
I'd say that's motive enough.

That happened a long time ago.
Tara's dealing with it.

You know what I think you did?

I think you used the ipecac to
get Connie into the locker room

so that you could kill her for
what she did to your sister.

No! Look, it was just a dumb prank,
okay? I know what I did was stupid,

but Connie ruined my sister's life.

All right, Tara had
been skating for years,

and that rookie came and
destroyed everything.

My sister's career was
over just like that.

Connie had to pay.

With her life?

That wasn't my doing,

but if you ask me, karma's a bitch.

Can I go?

Yeah.

Sorry about my brother.

Yeah.

Do you think it's possible

he had something to do with Connie's death?

No.

This has been tough on him,
but he wouldn't hurt anybody.

Sometimes people will do
drastic things for family.

What if I told you that he
was with me all morning?

I'd say that you were being
less than honest with me.

Look, my brother knows
I wasn't mad at Connie.

I never blamed her, not for one minute.

I'm fine here.

You know, sure, I miss skating,

but as long as I'm making
progress, I'm happy.

You know, it's possible
that your experience

as a skater might be helpful.

Connie was struck with something
from the rink or the locker room,

and I was wondering if you
recognize that pattern.

Yeah, I've seen that.

Where have you seen it before?

On me, after a bout.

Used to have bruises
that shape all the time.

It's from an elbow pad.

An elbow pad, and you're sure about that?

Yeah, there's lots of
different kinds of pads,

but some of the girls wear
some with the harder edges.

Leaves a mark like that.

That help?

It does very much.

Okay, ladies, this is
called an evidence bag.

What I need you to do
is take your elbow pads,

put them in the bag,

zip it up, hand it to this
handsome fella right here.

Walter.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry about earlier.

That's all right.

You got a nice cross.

I know.

Chop-chop, ladies, let's go.

We have to find the elbow pad that will make

the same impression as what killed Connie.

- Can you ink me up, please?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Ready?

Okay.

A 100 psi.

Okay.

Here's the impression on Connie's back.

Now, I didn't hit it with
enough force to break a rib,

but, hmm, not a bad match, though,

so let me hang on to that one.

- My turn?
- Yeah.

Will you try to hit him a little bit higher?

I think I hit him too low.

Uh, 69.

Well, let's look at the shape.

No, it's not the
right shape either.

Okay. Well, we'll keep trying.

Okay, let's hang on to that.

- A 121 psi.
- Okay.

It's a pretty good match shapewise.

Bring the heat this time.

That was better.

That was better.

Sounds like women's tennis in here.

We're trying to replicate the
bruise on the Vic's back.

Actually, we've gotten pretty
close with two of them.

We've got the right shape

with these two, but we just can't get

the right force.

Hmm, mind if I give it a try?

What are you trying to say?

I'm just saying force equals
mass times acceleration.

And I've got a little more arm
mass than either one of you.

- Clearly.
- Ahh, elbow pad.

Oh, yeah.

I fear you've met your match, Rick.

Need some ink?

- All right.
- All right.

Now, Loman says it takes
a 150 pounds of pressure

- to break a rib, right?
- Right.

All right.

Nice!

167 psi. Nice shot.

- You broke a rib.
- Let's see.

It's a perfect match.

An elbow pad is definitely
the murder weapon.

Guess it's safe to say
that our killer is a male.

I don't know, did you
see some of those girls?

It could be a really strong female.

Definitely stronger than
either one of you two.

Oh, I've got to go.

I just got a 911 text from Tom.

All right.

Hey, got your text.

I found the source of
the internal bleeding.

Her thoracic aorta was penetrated.
Shredded, actually.

Now, do you think that that was from the hit,
or do you think that was from the broken rib?

From this.

A piece of bone?

It was dislodged by the attack,
then pierced the aorta,

causing a catastrophic tear.

But here's the strange thing.

I pieced together
the fractured rib.

This shard didn't
fit in the puzzle.

- Okay?
- Look.

This bone has an older fracture
that predates today's break.

Oh, well, then that could have
come from another derby injury.

Except the remodeled bone
has formed a hard callus

over the older fracture.

That amount of healing is

at least six months old.

That's before she was
ever in the derby.

There's more.

I looked over the x-rays my assistants took

when they brought her in.

She has other, older fractures.

Zygomatic bone,
at least six months old.

Oh, yeah.

Radius fracture
around the same time.

- And look here.
- She's got an old healed burn.

At least eight months old.

Okay, so these are all
very intimate injuries.

Are you thinking domestic abuse?

That's what it looks like. Which means--

Which means the abuse
contributed to her death.

The shard was just hanging
on before being completely

dislodged by the attack in the locker room.

We've got to find her abuser,
'cause more than likely that's her killer.

I'll do anything I can to help.

I shared an apartment with her,
but her medical history--

how would I know any that?

Well, her autopsy had revealed
that she had sustained

some severe injuries prior
to ever being in the derby.

You think she was seeing anyone?

Uh, yeah, she was seeing this one guy,
but they broke up

like four months ago.

Do you remember his name?

Jake McGrath.

Um, he was one of those
biker-dude types.

I didn't really know him.

Do you think he was
ever physical with her?

Physical?

Yes, we think the relationship
may have been abusive.

He's gonna know that I
told you, Lieutenant.

He's gonna come. He's gonna hurt me, too.

You had to have seen something.

She had a broken wrist,
she had a broken cheek bone.

Would I have to go to court?

No, you wouldn't.

Okay, um--

I used to hear them argue out
on the phone, by her car.

I thought it was just
typical stuff, though.

She would call him a stick of dynamite and
say she didn't know what to do with him.

Did she ever explain the injuries?

No, no, she wouldn't
even discuss it.

It's funny, because she
doesn't seem the type

- to put up with that kind of abuse.
- No.

Well, I think that's kind of why she
joined the derby in the first place.

She liked the way it made her feel,
you know, empowered

and in control.

Yeah, it's probably the only place
that made her feel that way.

Sounds like she was trying to take

a stand against the guy, though.

Do you know where we can find Jake?

Well, he would always take her
on rides out in Miami shores.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey, buddy, pull over!

Pull over!

Damn it! Pull over!

Pull over!

Damn it.

Shut the bike off!

Let's go, Jake McGrath,
hands on your head, now!

Put your hands up, now.

Get off!

What? I guess I couldn't hear you,
man, I'm sorry.

Take those off. It's illegal
to use those, dumbass.

And so is running from the cops.
We tell you to stop, you stop.

I stopped. Why the hell the hassle?

Connie Briggs is dead, Jake.

How?

Why don't you tell me?

I know I told you you could
look around, but take it easy.

Like you did with Connie, Jake?

You think you know
something about me?

You do like to hit women, Jake.

You put her in the hospital
on more than one occasion.

You have no idea.

She was defenseless,

and you kept coming at her.

- You know what you are, Jake?
- What?

You're a coward.

Great. I'm a coward. If that's
what you're trying to prove,

you're not going to
find anything here.

What the hell was that?

I'm not surprised you
have one of these.

Hey, H?

What do you get?

You see that?

Indentations that match the
ones from the murder weapon.

- Yeah, elbow pads.
- Exactly right.

Did you practice on this
before you killed her, Jake?

Wrong. I got that thing for Connie.
She used it more than I did.

Kind of got me going when she
got all Angelina Jolie on it.

What, are you saying you
never used it at all, huh?

No, I used it, but those marks--
Connie made those.

She and a friend would take
turns practicing blocking

or something.

I was just hoping they'd get
worked up and take turns on me.

Friend. You mean Deb Taylor?

No, her roommate, Lucy.

They were both hell-bent on
being roller derby queens.

Is that Lucy Strickland?

Let's bring her in.
This time with a warrant.

Yeah.

You got nothing on me.

- Come on, let's go.
- I'll make bail in a couple hours.

That's all I'm gonna need, Jake.

So, you didn't mention
that you were a derby girl.

Uh, I'm not.

That's odd, because we
found this in your trunk.

Yeah, I-- I tried out.
I just didn't make any of the squads.

But you still had access
to the locker room, right?

You guys think that
I killed Connie?

See, this is exactly why I didn't
want to say anything about Jake.

Why?

Because he's a master manipulator.

I mean, he screwed up Connie so bad

she kept going back to him, and now he
has you guys thinking that I killed her?

What is it?

It's an elbow pad.

It's heavier than any of
the other ones we tested.

Yeah, I use a heavier
grade for more protection.

Much heavier grade.

This isn't plastic.

No, this is steel. You replaced the plastic

with this to make it more lethal,
didn't you?

When you were trying
out for the team.

We were looking for brute force,
but steel would definitely do the trick.

Nothing. Try this one.

Here we go.

It's positive for blood.

That's probably from
a practice bout.

Maybe, yeah. But why don't
we just cut to the chase,

and see if this doesn't
have Connie's DNA on it?

Okay, look, I just--

I just I needed an advantage
in the game, okay?

I wasn't trying to kill anyone.

Yeah, but you were
jealous of Connie

because she made it onto a
team and you washed out.

No, I was-- I was happy for Connie.

She loved the derby.
She loved it more than anything.

Loved it more than you.

It was my idea to join the derby.

I wanted us to do it together,
but all of a sudden

she couldn't give me
five minutes of her time.

You all right?

What are you doing here?

Why are you wearing a uniform?

You could say hello, you know?

I'm sick.

I just wanted to try it on.

I wasn't going to take it.

They told me to clean out my gear.

I don't know, I guess they
needed the locker space.

I'm sorry, Luce.

Yeah, it's fine.

You know, there's
always next season.

Just need a couple of killer moves.

You can help me with that, right?

I don't know.

Maybe you're just not
cut out for derby.

What?

It's like Deb's always saying.

You got to be fierce.

You know?

You're just not fierce.

We were best friends,
and when a friend hurts you,

it's like everything
else they do hurts.

And I couldn't take it anymore.

Friends forgive.

I just-- I wanted my Connie back.

I just-- I wanted her back.

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's go.

Ladies and gentlemen, as you know,

it's a horrifically sad day
at Miami-Dade roller derby

with the passing of a
rising superstar,

Wrath of Connie.

Her tragic death has stunned all of us,
and the derby world.

So, in her honor, her teammate

from the Masochists, D'Beat Down,

will skate around in her memory

and show her love and respect for
one of the fans' favorites.

♪ You are not alone ♪

♪ Stay ♪

♪ You are not alone ♪

♪ You are not alone ♪

Wrath of Connie, rest in peace.

Now, fans,

despite how difficult this must be,

are you ready to strap in
and get your derby on?

Let me feel you, Miami!

Are you with me?

Yeah!

In honor of Wrath of Connie,
bring it!

Let's get crazy!

How 'bout a little action?

Show me what you're made of, Miami!

So, what, my helmet's with my bike?

Ow. Hey. Hey! God!

What the hell is your problem, man?

You caught your killer.
It means I get to leave.

You should be going to prison for murder.

Sit down.

You've lost it, man.

You broke the lady's rib.

Had that not happened,
she may still be alive today.

That never happened.
She fell off the back of my bike.

She can be clumsy that way.

Your abuse took her life.

Whatever, man.

You know, if I'm gonna be treated like this,

I'm gonna want to talk to a lawyer.

Fair enough.

It might take him a
while to get here.

I'll wait.

So will I.

What are you doing? Whoa!

Whoa! Hey! Wait! Wait!

♪ Yeah! ♪