Original subtitles

( music playing )

( applause and cheering )

( screams )

( applause and cheering )

( speaking Spanish )

Hey. Hey!

Yeah. I need a cab now.

All right, here. Take a number.

Never mind.

Dispatch said hit and run.

YELINA: Paramedics called it in at oh-five-thirty.

Valets don't recognize her as a guest of the hotel.

Did they eyewitness the incident?

Heard it. Nobody saw a car.

Well, the car definitely saw her,

didn't it, Alexx?

Pattern of injury?

4,000 pound vehicle

against a skinny girl like this?

( laughs ): Multiple points of impact.

Pedestrian rotation.

Being barefoot didn't help.

No friction to hold her in place.

Windshield glass.

Tempered.

Driver can't tell you

they didn't know what they'd hit.

( engine racing )

( glass shattering )

Horatio?

Alexx, take a look at these tread marks.

They go from black to light,

and that is caused by what?

Acceleration.

Hit and run.

Suspect was speeding away.

Nope.

Point of rest.

Point of impact right in front of that tread.

You're telling me the driver meant to hit her?

I'm telling you

that our hit and run is now a murder.

* Yeah!

* Yeah!

* We don't get fooled again

* Don't get fooled again

* No, no!

( shutter clicking )

DUQUESNE: What have you got, Tim?

Probably more than he can handle.

Why don't you let a car man deal with a car incident there?

'Cause most vehicular incidents are about trace.

You got pink transmission fluid.

Guy's got a leak.

Tread.

Tire's fingerprints?

Yeah. That happens

when the rubber doesn't catch up with the wheel.

( engine racing )

All four tires have the same pattern.

It's going to make the search more difficult.

The less unique something is, the harder it is to find.

DUQUESNE: Three sets of treads.

He hit her,

backed up, and hit her again.

Guy wanted to make sure she was dead.

SPEEDLE: Whenever somebody tries to do a lot

in a little time,

accidents happen.

Heat from the collision softened up the paint.

( tires squealing )

Trace is just as good as a smoking gun.

Are we sure nobody saw anything?

Well, we're certainly not going

to entrust the investigation to an eyewitness.

The only thing that matters is the evidence.

Let's be thorough.

You got it.

How are we doing?

No ID, but a handful of Benjamins in her pockets.

You think she's a pro?

I was thinking maybe a SoBe call girl,

but everything about her says model.

Implants, collagen, rib removal, weight.

Or lack of it.

Barely out of your teens.

You don't belong here yet.

Let's notify INTERPOL.

Most of these models are foreign nationals.

Take a look at that.

It looks like glass.

It doesn't look

like windshield glass. No. It's not tempered.

It's blue.

Maybe it's from some type of bottle.

Azuret champagne comes to mind.

So she fought

with this guy before he ran her down.

Boy, is he a prize.

All right, I'll tell you what.

Let's send the money to the lab.

Let's see if we get some fingerprints off it, all right?

I'll find you.

JENSON: Victim crosses the street

heading southbound.

Initial impact was here.

Based on autopsy

protocol, fibula was shattered here.

Tells us suspect's car has an aerodynamic front.

Super low.

Sent her super high.

Then, according to autopsy protocol,

after hitting the windshield,

she cleared the car, landed on the pavement.

I'm thinking like this.

Okay. Well, let's take it back to the front bumper.

Anything that aerodynamic has to be high end.

Give me the stats, relative to the victim's legs.

( beeping )

( sighs )

Database for grille dimensions, at your service.

You know what? Don't even bother.

There's only one car with a grille that low.

Good work, Ty. Thanks.

It's a Lamborghini.

Diablo.

PPG Code: 0056.

Pearl metallic yellow?

That's it.

How many guys in Miami you think own that car?

You think own or rent?

That car costs a quarter of a million dollars,

so we're talking some serious chedda.

Well, it narrows the field.

You still know that girl at DMV?

Because I hate being put on hold.

Yeah. Gina. Why?

Here.

I'm not calling her.

I mean, she's... Come on, man.

Then I'm going to have to hear about

how come she never hears from me,

and I don't want to deal with that.

Eric, you got to take them

out to eat once in a while.

You got to cultivate things.

You're better than that.

I'm going to dial it for you.

CAINE: Did we get anything

off those hundred dollar bills?

No definite ridges, but the bills are out

of the Federal Reserve in Atlanta,

but I'm still working

on a Miami branch for dispersal.

Okay.

I got a make on that vehicle that hit our victim.

Registered to Mr. Scott Mandeville.

Of Mandeville Modeling Agency.

That guy is Mr. South Beach.

Yes. Run out of New York last year.

What is his current address, Speed?

They got him staying at the National.

That's where the girl was killed.

( music playing loudly )

Hey, girls-- the music.

Chill.

You're a cop.

I'm a CSI.

You know this girl?

It's Tess Kimball.

( sighs )

I've been repping her for about 18 months.

I found her at a go-see for a Vogue layout.

She's from Houston, of all places.

Even has the accent.

How did that happen?

Actually, I was hoping you could tell me.

Me?

And how would I know?

The paint from your car

has been burned into her fibula.

Metallic yellow Lamborghini

registered to you.

WOMAN: Hey, Scottie.

We want to go eat.

Then go!

Go.

I had a party up here last night for the industry.

Designers, editors.

Any model who wasn't working a show,

including Tess.

My car is a perk.

Anybody who wants to take a drive can.

You got a guest list for the party?

Listen, those people are my agency's lifeblood.

You start calling them about a dead model,

and I am out of business. Scott,

there are many ways for you to go out of business.

Fine.

You want my list...

get a warrant.

DUQUESNE: We don't really need it,

Mr. Mandeville.

As it turns out, your party was on MTV last night.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm a night owl.

I watched it with some popcorn

and a cup of decaffeinated tea.

CAINE: All right, let's get a dupe

of the tape to the lab.

How did inside look?

Well, I think it turns out

the maid missed a few spots in the guest room.

Good.

You mind if I looked inside?

Any-any

blow you find in there is not mine.

Who was in here last night?

I told you, I had a party.

Yes, you did.

And you had a thousand people.

A thousand people.

But you see, Scott,

the problem is, this blood is going to lead me

to just one.

And if it's you, or you're covering for someone,

your agency closing is going

to be the least of your problems.

Where's your car?

I-I think I want my lawyer.

I bet you do.

DELKO: Tyler, what's up?

You calculate the speed of the vehicle yet?

Coefficient says at least 20 miles per hour.

I hope you're right-- air bags deploy at 17.

( tires screeching )

JENSON: Inflating 40 times faster than the blink of a human eye.

With gas that gets to 300 degrees.

Which means that our guy would have airbag burns

on his face or his arms.

I'll let H know.

( elevator bell dings )

WOMAN: I'll be with you in a second, sir.

WOMAN: Lieutenant Caine, your messages.

Horatio.

How you doing?

Why don't you tell me, Rick, you're with IAB.

No investigation here, just solidifying relationships.

Made a lateral move, within the Bureau.

You know, it's funny, because it's my understanding

that you can only move up in Internal Affairs.

Liaison to the mayor's office.

That's big stuff. Congratulations.

The city does feel safer.

( sighs )

You... think your sister-in-law's ready?

Excuse me?

To see someone.

I mean, it's been a couple of years since your brother passed.

Oh.

Why don't you take it up with her?

You're right.

That's good advice.

Hi.

Hi.

Missed you at Mandeville's.

You didn't get my message?

No, I did, that you located the victim's hotel room

and that you were interviewing people.

Mm-hmm. Turns out that Tess had a roommate at the hotel,

Michelle Cormier, who nobody's seen in two days.

And here's her headshot.

Okay.

Any chance she went back to Idaho?

Quebec. Mm-mm.

But I found out what agency repped her.

Let me guess-- and there it is--

the Scott Mandeville Agency.

He's taken on an attorney.

Got a lead on a girl who works with Tess and Michelle.

Going to meet her after her show at the Shore Club.

I'll page you soon as I have anything.

Hey, Yelina.

Yes?

Page me.

Agency owner Scott Mandeville is throwing an intimate party

for 500 of his closest industry friends.

MANDEVILLE: Hey, what's happening?

QUDDUS: I'm great man, great.

Much greater now that I'm here in your party.

I'd love to have this guy's job.

Travel,

all night-parties.

Come on, we make the best mojitos

in the entire city of Miami.

Yeah, but we get to pack heat.

QUDDUS: Yes, it's Heidi Klum, in the flesh.

Hi. How you doing, love?

Good, how are you? I am great.

So, what are you doing for Miami's Fashion Week?

I know you got some shows lined up.

Well, I'm actually doing a movie in the Everglades.

That's kind of fly.

What are you doing in it?

I'm wrestling alligators. It's scary!

You lucky alligators.

MANDEVILLE: What's this?

MTV. Yo, hey, what's up?

When we were in Paris...

Wait, what is that?

HUNTER: We once went three days straight.

Can you believe that?

DUQUESNE: In the back, that's Tess.

Can you zoom in?

Zooming.

Yeah, that's Tess.

Who's that guy?

Clavo Cruz.

The playa, from South America?

Yeah, he looks pretty agitated.

That guy is always at premiers, big events.

This might've been the one event he should've missed.

Tell me more about Clavo.

My client gifted his car to Clavo Cruz two nights ago,

before the incident.

Just so we're clear, we're talking about

the Cruz brothers, from Baracas, right?

Clavo owns a portion of my agency.

CAINE: And you gifted him your car?

Yeah.

Don't you mean he took it?

Look, like I said, he's an investor in my company...

Don't you think that you should've called the PD first?

Do you know Clavo?

Not personally.

He's a scary guy.

Where is he now?

He's probably where all the girls go between shows--

Pearl.

( loud music playing )

The one in the jewelry,

that's Clavo Cruz.

Shocking.

CAINE: Lieutenant Caine, Miami PD.

That's a pretty girl, Lieutenant.

Reminds me of the girls in Baracas--

only think that makes me miss home.

Take a look at this pretty girl.

We have reason to believe you killed her.

No way.

I could never hurt a woman.

Hit-and-run?

Outside the hotel on Collins?

How'd you get that burn on your face?

That's a razor burn.

I get too many ingrowns.

Wrong. That's from an air bag.

You were behind the wheel when you hit her.

Shnizzel, you know,

I'm pretty sure that was a dog, dawg.

Stand up.

YELINA: Turn around. We're taking you in.

No, no, no, no.

You can't arrest me.

I got immunity.

Diplomatic immunity.

Bolivia, Brazil, Chile.

The Blue Book says nothing about Baracas.

No, no, no, no.

The State Department comped us in, during Iraq.

You got no game.

RAMON: It's true, Lieutenant.

The State Department gave expedited accreditation

to our father, as Baracas's General For Life.

Which, as you know...

Extends to his sons.

Okay, in exchange for what?

That's something you'd have to ask State.

I told you I was untouchable.

But I got to tell you,

when I saw that girl fly through the air like that...

that was sick, my bro. Clavo, Clavo.

No, no, no, it made me wish I had a video.

Te callas!

Get him out of here. Let's go.

Don't touch me.

YELINA: Come over here a minute.

I want to talk to you.

Lieutenant, I understand this is upsetting.

Let me say,

on behalf of my family, I am sorry about this girl.

You own businesses here,

you enjoy the freedoms this country affords.

Your brother, is an all-American playboy

until he gets in trouble

and then he is suddenly a Baracan prince.

You tell your family,

on behalf of that girl laying in the morgue,

apology not accepted.

So, PNG the guy.

We can't make Clavo persona non grata.

We send him home, his old man retaliates,

starts framing our diplomats in Baracas.

Okay, what is going on in Iraq?

Clavo's got a big mouth.

Come on, Jim. Come on.

I'm State. That's Langley.

You know, Jim, I don't care if it's the Post Office,

I want to know why a murderer gets to run free in Miami.

Yelina?

Hey. Hey.

Hi, Rick. Yeah, I thought that was you.

How are you? I'm good.

I'm good. And you?

All right, you want the rumor?

Go for it.

When we went into Baghdad, we captured entire cells.

Some of the savviest terrorists in the world.

But we can't get their intelligence without...

coercion.

You mean torture.

The United States of America

does not torture prisoners of war.

But Baracas does. For us.

If you believe the rumors.

And we stay one step ahead of the next 9-11.

So you see why we can't touch Clavo.

I do. YELINA: Thank you.

It's really sweet of you,

but I don't think so.

Okay. Horatio told me to check,

so I'm just checking with you. Oh.

To be continued.

( chuckles )

I take it State Department is not going to expel Clavo?

National Security.

Now what, we drop the case?

No, things change.

Allies become enemies.

Suddenly evidence... evidence becomes a factor.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

I see Stetler over there.

YELINA: Yes, he said...

you told him to talk to me.

No, that's not what I said to him.

I said to him I couldn't speak for you.

Or for yourself, apparently.

Okay... I used to think that if you hadn't met Raymond first,

that you and I...

Then Raymond died.

Right, and everything changed,

and it is easy to get used to those boundaries.

Right.

I'm still your brother's wife. Hmm?

It's not your fault Raymond got killed, nor mine.

If anything, you tried harder than anyone

to get Raymond to be more careful.

Maybe I didn't try hard enough.

Oh, that is not true.

I don't believe that.

But maybe you do.

Okay.

I suppose I... am going to have to accept things for now.

( sighs )

I'm not going out with Stetler.

He leers.

I did notice that.

By the way, he's doing it again right now.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Thank you.

( loud music playing )

Look, they've been in there since this afternoon.

Maybe he's going out the back.

Clavo Cruz is definitely coming out the front door.

How do you figure?

He loves attention too much to slip out the back.

Didn't you ever see him in Ocean Driv magazine?

He's everywhere. He's a camera hound.

Wait a minute, that's him.

Yo, yo, yo, what's up?

MAN: Hey, Clavo, you're the man!

Yeah, he looks WWI, too.

Definitely walking while intoxicated.

When he gets behind the wheel of that car,

he's our business, right?

I can stand on one foot, okay?

Look, watch me. Huh?

You couldn't do it at your vehicle

and that's what counts.

You are officially detained.

I want your keys.

When are you going to get it, esay?

The Vienna Convention makes me untouchable.

Not tonight.

The Diplomatic Relations Act of 1978 stipulates that a diplomat

can be detained by police

if he presents imminent danger to the host nation's citizens...

Aah...!

...such as driving under the influence of alcohol.

CAINE: And you, my friend, couldn't even walk

a straight line, so you'll be taken home by the radio car

and you can pick your vehicle up in the morning

at the impound lot.

You know what's crazy?

I can kill someone in your country,

but I can't drive drunk.

I just want your keys.

Pick 'em up.

You want 'em...

you pick 'em up.

( hawks, spits )

Thank you.

It sure is nice when they help, huh?

DELKO: There she is.

This car cost more than my house.

DUQUESNE: At least.

Let's see if Clavo left us anything.

Gummy sealant.

The windshield's been replaced.

The airbag has been, too.

DUQUESNE: Really?

Do you think you might be able to locate it

at a repair shop or something?

I got some ideas.

Hey, we got some fabric here.

It's the same color

as our victim's dress.

Is it loose?

We can't touch anything, legally.

Yeah, I know, but it, uh, could be.

Yeah.

There it is.

It's public property now...

and it's got some blood on it.

Well, this is our murder car,

as if we had any doubts.

Let's go find that airbag.

CLAVO: Did you think they could hold me?

My posse!

Where you been, huh?

( all talking over one another)

MAN: They got nothin' on him.

Nothin', man.

Clavo, man, you're a free man.

Thank you for bringing my little brother home.

You know why he killed Tess, don't you?

My brother's unstable. Everyone knows that.

Yeah, that's right-- you're the sane one.

You would've never let him go clubbing

48 hours after a murder.

You would've insisted

that he keep a low profile.

So what does he have on you?

Let it go, Lieutenant.

We're protected by your own federal government.

Things change, Ramon.

( phone rings )

Horatio.

Where?

Find her on the beach?

Tess's roommate.

Michelle Cormier. Neck bruising.

She was involved in a struggle,

but I don't see any defense wounds.

Okay, so she was taken by surprise.

Can't tell how long she was in the water,

but I'll know better after post. All right,

start with the sexual assault kit,

okay? Will do.

Detective,

when was the last time Michelle Cormier was seen alive?

Model said she was consulate hopping

first night of Fashion Week, and so far,

that's the last time anyone saw Michelle.

Let's find out which consulates.

I know-- start with Baracas.

You do realize they won't see me.

Well, maybe Clavo will answer the door for you.

SPEEDLE: I just got off the phone

with the Lamborghini dealership in Coral Gables.

They replaced an airbag on a metallic yellow two days ago.

All right, let's go pick it up.

Trash beat us to it.

So we go to the landfill.

An upscale place like Coral Gables

does not have a landfill.

Right, they ship it out of the country

on a barge to Haiti.

You know what that means.

Hey.

Check this out.

( groans )

How did that get from your apartment to there

is what I want to know.

Very funny.

( sighs )

( crunching noise )

Ow...

That the right one?

There's your airbag.

( music playing )

Good afternoon.

So, what do we have here?

Epithelials from the airbag.

Would you mind checking it to see if it matches

the saliva from our spitting champ?

I'll page you.

I'll wait.

I'm very hands-on.

They may have mentioned that to you

when you transferred here.

Match confirmed.

So Clavo was behind the wheel

when the airbag deployed.

Forensic proof. Clavo did it.

She's looking over your shoulder, isn't she?

Occupational hazard.

I am a dedicated civil servant, Alexx--

just like you.

I see that you were walking your own samples

to the lab to be tested.

Is that the Cormier girl-- the one from the beach?

One and the same. ! Want me to compare

and contrast with Clavo's spit?

Thank you.

Sure. I'll page you.

I'll wait.

I can't help it.

It's in my DNA; I'm just naturally curious.

DUQUESNE: Results from Michelle Cormier's

sexual assault kit.

I compared it to Clavo's DNA.

They're not a match, are they?

No, but there are enough common alleles

to suggest it's from a male relative.

You mean, like a brother?

Parents are flying in from Quebec City.

Her mother, as it turns out,

has never been on an airplane before.

Cause of death was drowning...

with concurrent strangulation.

So, Ramon has been a busy boy.

Was the sex consensual?

No physical findings.

Thing is, water in her lungs wasn't saltwater.

Smelled chlorine.

I sent a sample to Trace for the particulars.

Horatio.

Excuse me.

My superior sent me.

Next time, it's going to be DOJ.

Leave the Cruz brothers alone.

Let me just get clear on who we're talking about.

Are we talking about the Cruz brother

who killed the girl on the table down there...

or the Cruz brother

that killed her roommate-- which is it?

Langley got a call from the General for Life--

complains a CSI is harassing his sons here in Miami.

Impounded a car?

His sons are killers.

The General says

it stops... now. Or what?

He's going to close the interview camps

we have no knowledge about, Jim?

He also wants you to apologize to his sons.

You are a kidder, Jim.

No jokes at this pay scale.

Okay, here's what's going to happen.

You're going to apologize for me.

How would that be?

Alexx...

can I have the water sample from Trace

from our victim's lungs, please--

ASAP? You got it.

No, Caine, you apologize... in person,

or federal funds for Miami CSI

will be pulled immediately.

You want your lab limping along,

having to fire your staff one by one?

That's funny-- you talking about loyalty.

Tomorrow.

10:00 a.m.

Messrs. Cruz,

Lieutenant Caine

has something he'd like to say to you.

You're making us late.

We're going deep-sea fishing, esay.

Marlin are waiting.

Lieutenant?

If this is another

insult to my father and us...

Lieutenant Caine.

( sighs )

I would like to apologize to you gentlemen

for any, any inconvenience

I caused you.

And furthermore,

if you would extend

my sentiment to your father, and his government,

I would appreciate it.

Apology accepted.

Okay, man.

Just out of curiosity...

is that the swimming pool

that you drowned Michelle in?

Caine.

Intellectual exercise...

You're out of here, Caine.

It's okay.

It is.

Lieutenant Caine's single-mindedness

is engaging.

Not that pool.

No.

And if it matters...

it was an accident.

Well, it does matter.

I guess while you were busy taking

what you wanted,

you forgot she was down there.

Mmm...

When you have everything,

sometimes it feels like nothing,

huh?

So when Tess Kimball

came over the next night to look for her girlfriend,

I guess I'm wondering

how did he mow her down?

You've just become less engaging.

CALLEIGH: Clavo says,

"Que hermano...

"Why don't you go talk to my brother, he's upstairs.

Kick back, drink some Azuret."

So Azuret is the blue bottle glass from Tess's hand.

Guess what?

That glass has Ramon's blood on it.

Just came from DNA.

He thought he could

sweet-talk her into forgetting about her friend.

A little champagne, a lot of cash.

Did you kill Michelle?

It was a terrible accident.

You killed her.

No!

Didn't you?

No. Listen, listen to me.

We can fix this.

That confirms her suspicions, she gets agitated,

he tries to subdue her,

It was an accident! She fights back.

She managed to get free.

She probably felt confident that she had gotten away,

and didn't realize the Cruz brothers

had a back-up plan.

Homicide finally dug up the phone records, by the way.

Clavo, do not let her leave the building.

( screams )

All because she choose the truth over money.

The thing is, Calleigh,

unless there's a coup in Baracas,

this evidence goes on ice.

Baracas consulate turned me away.

Wouldn't answer any questions.

The brothers are closing ranks.

However, other consulates were more cooperative.

Last sightings I have of Michelle

was at opening night of Fashion Week.

People saw her at the Ecuadoran consulate,

Canadian consulate...

Wait a minute. Did you say Canadian?

Yes, and this has some special meaning?

Could. Speed, have we processed the water

in Michele's lungs yet?

Not that it matters.

Speed?

If we can't use forensics against guys like Cruz,

then what exactly are we doing?

I understand,

but I need the ingredients. What are they?

You got chlorine

and activated carbon impregnated

with metallic silver.

Silver ions.

Filtration system

is rare,

especially at the parts-per-billion

this water presents.

So, what are we talking about?

40.

All right, here's what we do.

Let's go pay our neighbors from the north

a visit, all right?

CAINE: Detective Salas reports

that Ramon Cruz was here at the Canadian Consulate

with Michelle Cormier.

This is Michelle.

Last time I saw them,

they were heading out here to the pool.

It was late.

When we host big parties,

it's difficult to monitor everyone's activities.

What have you got, Speed?

Same reaction as the water in Michelle's lungs.

40 parts per billion.

Most water's 20.

CONSUL: SARS scare.

Extra silver ions.

CAINE: Actually, what it means is Michelle

was killed right here

on these ten little acres of Canada,

right here in the middle of Miami Beach.

You're going to be coming with me.

If you're planning what I think you are,

proximity to the crime is only half the equation.

( dialing cell phone )

Not when you're dealing

with a guy who has boundary issues-- hang on.

Horatio. Listen to me.

I need the Coast Guard,

and I need the Bahamian Defense Force.

The Bahamian Defense Force.

This is the Baracas, baby!

Come to Papi, baby.

Come to Papi. I feel lucky!

Watch this, watch this.

Come on, baby, come on, baby!

Come on, baby!

( helicopter nears )

What is that?

The Bahamian Defense Force.

Cut your engines and prepare to be boarded.

Attention: This is the United States Coast Guard.

Turn off your engines and prepare to be boarded.

In conjunction

with the United States

Coast Guard and by decree

of the Bahamian Defense Force,

you are under arrest

for the murder of Michelle Cormier,

a citizen of Canada.

Said crime perpetrated on Canadian soil

at the consulate in Miami-Dade, Florida.

Canadian girl on Canadian soil.

That's two out of three.

I'm still immune.

Actually, you're not.

Not on your boat.

You're flying under a flag of convenience,

just like the Constable, isn't that right, Constable?

CONSTABLE: The Bahamian flag, which gives me

jurisdiction over you.

CAINE: That is correct.

You never gave any thought to the way

your father arranged your life, you just

took with no questions asked.

You still can't arrest me.

I'm in Florida waters!

CAINE: Actually, you're not in Florida waters.

About 500 yards that way

you passed into international waters.

The Coast Guard was waiting

for you to make that mistake.

( guns clicking )

Now you have

50 years to think about how

you helped me in your arrest

and you, you watch your back.

I'm not done with you.

Now, gentlemen...

it's been a pleasure.

And remember, Clavo,

when you're in Miami,

we never close.

Take him.

Let's go.

Michelle Cormier's parents just flew in.

I didn't know what to tell them.

Okay, I'll take it.

You wanted to know why forensics?

This is why.

Mr. and Mrs. Cormier,

I'm Horatio Caine.

Sit down, sit down.

Actually, I have some very good news.

We were able to capture the man who killed Michelle,

and so now Michelle

can rest in peace.

( sobs )

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