consciousness and unable to move. there was a connection that i needed to get him out of there from that point on. there s no going back. you don t back down after you see something like that. with smoke pouring from the front of the vehicle, it s a race against time to get the rider out before the car erupts. chris garth and his colleagues watch helplessly from their perch high above. their reactions recorded as the camera rolls. is someone under the vehicle? the biker s under. oh, my gosh. there s no time to wait for police or firefighters. the guy next to me said, we need to lift this car. to reach the rider, alder and a handful of bystanders attempt to lift the car, which weighs almost 4,000 pounds. but they can t get it more than a few inches off the ground. it was scary. not because the flame. we could feel we didn t get anywhere. and you re lifting but nothing was coming out of it. you know, it was somebody s life in your hands, and you can t do anything about
sometimes it s at the same level. you re looking at security cam video of joe labella, a former detective turned private investigator and susan williams, a mother of four from the tony community of garden city, new york. at a diner near her home. it s here while her neighbors order cheeseburgers and platters that susan asks labella to kill her estranged husband peter. this was something i really wasn t prepared for. after contacting the nassau county district attorney s office, labella introduces susan to an undercover detective posing as a hitman. hi, susan. nice to meet you. i said to the detective if she feels like she can trust you, then she ll open up and talk to you. if she doesn t, then she might get out of the car and walk away. on march 3rd, 2010, in eisenhower park in the town of east meadow, the camera rolls as
i heard over the radio that ron was taking off from the start line. i immediately grabbed my camera, and aimed. almost immediately he went into the high-speed wobble. mark s seen that wobble before. he knows what s coming. as the camera rolls, he hits the loose dirt on the track. instantly he flies through the air as the bike smashes to pieces. in a cloud of dust. rider down, rider down. everybody move. he crashed at probably 200 miles an hour. there was quite a debris field. there was debris flying everywhere. there was dust, there was motorcycle parts. it was difficult to see where he was. there was nothing moving out there. emts rushed to ron s side. eventual word comes back. incredibly ron has survived once again. i hit the ground just like a meteorite tumbling, tumbling. i felt like i was in a washing machine. all of a sudden everything was
eastward. they re weakening a bit. we re not seeing as many tornado warnings. but, still, several severe thunderstorm warnings. melissa. all right, dylan, thank you so much. we ll have more on these storms throughout the evening right here on msnbc. they re on the front lines of right and wrong. cops need some help. and right in front of the camera. okay. i got a bag full of drugs here. police officers doing their dangerous jobs, confronting cold-blooded killers. officer in trouble. shots fired. getting caught in shootouts. and sometimes going over the line. yeah, i hit him. i was trying to hit him. when they go to work, the camera rolls. capturing heart-stopping moments. real cops.
the fastest on two wheels. i heard over the radio that ron was taking off from the start line. i immediately grabbed my camera, and aimed. almost immediately he went into the high-speed wobble. mark s seen that wobble before. he knows what s coming. as the camera rolls, he hits the loose dirt on the track. instantly he flies through the air as the bike smashes to pieces in a cloud of dust. rider down, rider down. everybody move. he crashed at probably 200 miles an hour. there was quite a debris field. there was dust, motorcycle parts. it was difficult to see where he was. there was nothing moving out there. emts rushed to ron s side. eventual word comes back. incredibly ron has survived once again. i hit the ground just like a meteorite tumbling, tumbling. i felt like i was in a washing machine.