Don't touch her. Need to call the police.
Get an ambulance.
Check that bag for some I.D. You better call the family.
- Don't touch her! - I've gotta get the bag.
Hurry. I'll stay. Hurry.
What in the hell?
- What happened? What's going on? - Accident. Everything's under control.
Well, good. So you don't need me?
- No, I don't think so. - Okay.
Look, can I help you out? Do you need a ride anywhere or anything?
No, I don't think so.
Tell you what. Take my card. Give me a call.
I wish I could stay and help, but I gotta go, really. But call me.
I'd like to hear from you. I mean it.
Whose body is this?
- Here, call this guy. - These your groceries, lady?
Uh, yes, it is.
This is her son.
She's not here right now. I mean, I don't think she's up yet.
Oh, drag. Anybody get a licence plate number or anything?