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Primitive people refused
to be photographed,

fearing the camera
would steal their soul.

Like any good hunter,
the photographer stalks,

takes aim, and shoots an image.

Who's to say that when the
shutter traps that moment in time

those primitive fears
weren't well founded?

Megan has no reason to run away.
She's always been a happy kid

and we trust her implicitly.

Captain, this is not like her.

Of course it's no accident
they're missing together.

Ryan has a scholarship to Duke.

He's not going to throw
it away for some chippie.

Excuse me? "Chippie"?

Your daughter's the one who's
calling our house 25 times a day.

All right, all right, all right.

This isn't helping.

The kids have been
missing since last night.

Why you'd wait till now to report it?

We thought that Megan was
sleeping over at Sheila's.

Sheila who?

Uh, Sheila Latham, her best friend.

When I called Megan on her cell phone
this morning, I couldn't reach her,

so I called the house,
and, uh, she wasn't there.

And Sue Latham didn't know
anything about a sleep-over.

Ryan doesn't have a curfew.

But he never stays out all night.

He's not answering his cell
phone, and his van is missing.

Captain, please,

find my daughter before
she does something stupid.

Stupid I can live with. I
need to know they're okay.

The last place the kids
were seen was the parking lot

at the school after the game.

These two kids have only
been missing for 14 hours.

They could have eloped to Mexico.

I know it's a favor, but...

All right.

But you owe me one for getting me
out of bed on a Saturday morning.

Mitch?

This is Ryan Lansco's
assigned parking spot.

His drives a blue '72 ford van.

It's missing.

What do you want me to test?

Doesn't look like transmission fluid.

Did you have assigned parking
when you were in high school?

No. I didn't even have a car.

Yeah, it's blood.

I hope they're in Mexico.

40 maybe the new 20, but...

16's the new 30,

between cars and cell
phones and the internet.

Yeah, well, the world's become
a very small place, Nick.

All the vices are closer to home.

More polyfil.

Hey, Nick?

Yeah?

This looks like arterial spraying.

Something bad happened here.

A little blood in the parking lot,

a lot of blood here.

But very little in between?

Look at that equipment shed door.

Some kind of broken glass.

Well, this was kicked in.

Sheila.

Megan told her parents she was
spending the night with you.

But first she was... gonna hook up

with Ryan after the game.

Do you know where?

No.

Sheila...

What? I don't know!

Excuse me?

Your best friend is missing
and you're at a police station.

Act accordingly. And sit up straight.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
I just have a headache.

Were you drinking last night?

Mom, no!

Look... a couple of
us went out for burgers

and then I came home.

Megan was supposed to
call me on my cell...

and I was going to go
downstairs and let her in.

And did she call?

No.

And you weren't worried?

I thought it was just an
overtime make-out session.

I fell asleep.

And now I'm here.

Both kids have an ATM card.

Neither's been used
since they went missing.

No calls were placed from
either of their cell phones.

There's an APB out on
Ryan's van... no hits.

An APB has gone out to local
hospitals... nothing yet.

I know. It sucks.

Any calls placed before
they went missing?

Where do I start?

Megan and Sheila phoned each
other about a dozen times.

A handful of calls were
placed to Charlie and Bonnie.

They're both on the cheerleading squad.

Hair up or down? Black
socks or gold socks?

How about Ryan?

Ryan, uh, and Megan
exchanged a few calls.

He phoned home twice.

His last call was after
the game to a Diane Kentner.

She is the photography teacher at the
high school. Warrick is following up and...

I'm going to collect DNA
exemplars from the kids' houses.

My favorite part.

Wish I had one of these
back in high school.

What's that? A letter jacket?

No. No, a love shack.

Back seat of my car
got real old, real fast.

I was getting so much
play my senior year,

I seriously considered getting a hearse.

Well, I never accused
you of not being smart.

Greg, you're a little weird, but...

a hearse?

So what's with the ropes, Casanova?

Well, I don't think
they were working out.

Looks like what started
out as a good time went bad.

I'd know those footsteps anywhere.

The glass you found on
the track is optical glass.

Camera lens, not spectacle.

Camera lenses have one side that's round

and one side that's flat

for a high refractive index.

It bends the light more.

It also has magnesium fluoride
and calcium fluoride coatings

for anti-reflection.

You're looking for a
high-end non compact camera,

Nikon, Leica, or Canon...

that's missing its lens.

Thank you, David.

Warrick Brown from the crime lab.

Thanks for coming in on a Saturday.

Diane Kentner.

I took these photographs
of Megan and Ryan.

- I like those.
- Yeah, I teach photography.

Well, that's a nice shot right there.

Thanks. That's Charlie Kellerman.

I try to take pictures of what
the kids are passionate about.

So I guess he's passionate
about photography.

Yeah.

That and Megan.

Charlie's in love with her.
She's in love with Ryan.

Ryan's in love with his future.

- Ah, high school.
- Yeah.

Did you notice any drama yesterday
in class between Megan and Ryan?

No. I mean, if a day goes
by that a teenage girl

doesn't cry in my class, it's a rarity.

But yesterday, it wasn't Megan.

And Ryan's head was already in the game.

He's got a lot of pressure on him.

He's oldest of six. His parents
are already counting the money

that he's gonna make from
his first NBA contract.

Ms. Kentner, what kind of
cameras do you use in class?

We have a couple of junky ones.

Students usually bring their own.

And what about your
own personal collection?

Well, I'm old school.

I mean, I took these
with a hasselblaad, but...

otherwise, I use a Minolta
I've had forever. Why?

Just following up on some evidence.

And Ryan called you
after the game last night.

Yeah, he wanted copies of the photos
the photography club had taken.

And he called you on your cell?

Yeah, I put it on the syllabus.

You can have it if you want.

No, thanks. I've... I've already got it.

I'm not seeing any
evidence of other people.

It's possible that the
basketball player snapped,

killed the cheerleader,
took her body and drove off.

What about the busted door?

He starts out the big romantic...

Oh, don't break your
million-dollar foot.

And that's when things went south.

- Hey!
- What?

- Stop. I told you... - Come on.
- I want to wait till prom. Stop it!

It's gonna be fun.

She pushes him off, makes a run for it.

But he realizes that
an attempted rape charge

might crash a Duke scholarship,

so he chases her down
and bashes her head in.

Stokes. Oh, hey, Wendy.

Really? Yeah, thanks.

How does your theory
account for the fact

that all the blood's Ryan's?

- It doesn't.
- Okay.

Let's say I'm a lovers lane rapist.

I stalk them.

I want me a high school cheerleader.
What's the first thing I do?

You take out the basketball player,

grab her, take her
somewhere more private.

Why take Ryan's body?

People...

let's spiral out.

Greg.

Accident debris.

Broken turn signal light.

Lots of pieces of grille
for a physical match.

Shoes match the
description of the sneakers

Megan Cooper was wearing last night.

So far, the only blood
I found was on the shoes.

This road has almost
no traffic at night.

Take a look at this.

Looks like acceleration marks.

Start out heavy, and then they fade out

as the vehicle gains momentum.

They're in a direct line
with the accident debris,

that tells me it's probably
related to the impact.

If Megan was hit by a car,

hard enough to knock
her out of her own shoes,

I doubt she just walked away from this.

So far there's no
reports of anyone fitting

Megan's description being
admitted to area hospitals.

I had a friend once that
got hit by this big-ass van.

Knocked him like 200 feet in the air.

- Nick!
- Yeah?

Straight ahead of you about 20 yards.

Yeah!

Yeah, I got her.

Is she still alive?

Barely.

Yeah...

Okay... all right.

Right, yeah, yeah, hold on.

We found Megan.

She's alive.

She was found on the side of
the road near the high school.

She's apparently victim of
a hit-and-run car accident.

She's in a very serious condition and
has been taken to Desert Palm hospital.

And what about Ryan?

We haven't found him
yet. We're still looking.

Go ahead.

Let's go.

Uniforms found the van on patrol.

They called it in. I cleared it,
waited for you guys to open it up.

Front end's intact.

No damage, no paint transfer.

There's no signs of an accident.

The keys are still in the ignition.

There's no blood on the driver's seat.

Which means Ryan
probably wasn't driving,

because his blood was
all over the field.

Body dump?

Where's the body?

Hospital food.

The best I could do.

- Any word?
- Not yet.

You know Megan.

She's a fighter. She'll
pull through this.

Thank you, Charlie. Thank you.

You've always been very good to her.

Excuse me. I'm Nick
Stokes with the crime lab.

Oh, Charlie, he's the
one that found Megan.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

I left your mom a message. I
wanted to ask you a few questions.

You mind if I... steal him for a minute?

I understand you and Megan
were pretty close, huh?

We live next door to each other.

I drive her to school every day,

home after cheerleading practice.

You wait that whole time?

Don't cheerleaders work
out for, like, hours?

No, I'm, I'm on the squad.

Oh. Oh, okay.

- Cute girls, short skirts.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.

Did you wait for her after
the ballgame the other night?

I don't usually see her
after Friday night games.

She catches a ride home with Ryan.

Hey, Charlie, since
you guys are so close

you'd know if somebody had
it in for her, wouldn't you?

The only person who was
ever rude to Megan was Ryan.

How rude?

Ryan was a dog.

And the only person that
wouldn't believe that was Megan.

High school kid with a van.

We could have half the
senior class in here.

Yeah, a bunch of minors
that won't be in the system.

That'll be helpful.

Ryan is six feet.

Whoever was driving must
have adjusted the seat.

- Hello.
- What you got?

I got a cell phone.

Battery's dead, so I don't
know who it belongs to.

But something tells me that
pink is not Ryan's color.

I don't know.

I think he might be
always thinking pink.

If these all belong to one girl,
she's got nothing left to wear.

You know, when I was in college,

I had this boyfriend and I
thought we were monogamous.

And one night, during the
post-coital panty search,

he handed me a pair of
underwear that wasn't mine.

How'd he explain that one?

He said they belonged to his sister.

- Yeah, right.
- I know.

Let's hope your taste in
men has improved since then.

Yeah.

There's a large rectangular blood pool
at the center of the sleeping bag...

with several satellite transfers.

At each corner...

a four-plus-one
pattern consistent

with transfer from bloody hands,

indicating the body was
carried on the sleeping bag.

Between ten and 20 semen stains.

Some overlaid with blood.

You okay?

- Phthirus pubis.
- Yeah, crabs.

I am buying Lindsey a chastity belt.

There's a hole in the
metal to let the urine pass.

So theoretically, she
could still get them.

You are so creepy sometimes.

You know, the incidence of STDs
in monogamous couples is slim.

Unless one someone arrives
at the party with them.

So assuming they both have pubic lice,

if either Megan or Ryan were assaulted,

they would have given
them to their attacker.

A sex pervert with an STD? That's
not going to narrow it down.

Yeah, but once they
jump to the fresh host,

crabs contain the DNA of
the receiver and the giver.

Did the parents agree to an SAE kit?

Yes.

- You rang?
- Yes.

Found the owner of that cell phone.

Megan.

Nope.

Sheila Latham.

What is Megan's best friend's
cell phone doing in the front seat

of her boyfriend's van?

If that's your boyfriend,
if that's your boyfriend...

- he wasn't last night.
- he wasn't last night.

Hi, hi, I'm sorry I'm
late, but, you know,

the sun goes down on
missing kids and it's news.

I know this sounds awful,
but all I keep thinking is:

"thank god it wasn't Sheila".

Doesn't make you a bad person.

Oh, this, this, this thing is so broken.

There's a trick to it.

I lost two dollars in there.

This is Vegas, baby. That's nothing.

Thank you.

Voila. Let's go to my office, okay?

Look, I know you have questions
for her, but, you know,

Sheila almost lost her
best friend yesterday

and she's still a little out of it.

No, I get it, and I
appreciate you bringing her in.

Hey, Sheila.

See, she's exhausted.

Oh, poor baby.

Sheila, honey. It's time to wake up.

Captain Brass is here.

Sheila?

Sheila?

We got a 421!

Somebody run next door
and get the squad medics.

Sheila!

Yeah, I'll tell you
it's been a banner week

for teens and police.

Two kids disappear, one we can't find,

one may not make it out of surgery,

and another one ends up dead in custody.

I mean, I don't want
to make this about me,

but I need to know my
office is not responsible.

Did you hit her over the head?

Because COD is epidural hemorrhage

caused by a blow to
the top of the skull.

The blood clot pushed against the brain,

which compressed the
respiratory centers.

Her brain stopped telling her
body to breathe, and she died.

How recent was the injury?

I extracted about 150cc's
of partially clotted blood.

Would have taken at least
a day to form, maybe longer.

So... Sheila suffered the blow around
the same time that Megan and Ryan were...

well, whatever they were.

Did her mother mention the injury?

Injury? No.

Well, that's not the only
secret she was keeping.

She swallowed something rather unusual,

and she had crabs.

Well, I can guess where she got
those and who she gave them to.

What is it that she swallowed?

Looks like a memory card from a camera.

Looks like the metal connectors got

pretty gacked up by the stomach acids.

Let's see if it still downloads.

Ah, we're in luck.

I'm guessing that's your
missing basketball player.

Yeah. In the equipment shed.

Look, I don't even know how I got crabs.

You got them from humping
everything that moved, you big loser.

Now, read.

What are you so mad about?

"Danger". Looks like lipstick.

Come on, guys! It's cold in here!

You could at least close the door.

I, Ryan Lansco...

am a diseased subhuman sex pervert.

If you do me,

you'll go home with a souvenir:

your own little crab colony.

My parents better never see this!

Oh, yeah? This is going up on Youtube,

or maybe you'd like to put
it on your friendagenda page.

You put everything else up
there. Why not your crotch rot?

Handheld camera.

There's a light in the room.

Someone opened the door.

There's got to be more than
one person yanking his chain.

You know, hang on. I can give you
one voice comparison right now.

Hi, guys, this is Sheila.

Guess you missed me, but
if you leave me a message,

I'll get you back.

Hi, guys, this is Sheila.

This is going up on Youtube.

Oh, Sheila.

So does that make her
a victim or a suspect?

Maybe both.

Megan, listen, I know you've
already been through a lot,

but you may be the only one that
can tell us what happened to Ryan.

Where is he?

We don't know.

Let's start with the
last thing you remember.

We were at the game...

and I did a perfect hurkey.

What's a hurkey?

It's a jump where you go...

I keep forgetting I can't move my legs.

Mom, you're not helping.

Do you remember anything
after the game? Anything?

We won.

Everybody was happy.

I remember being really cold.

There were lights.

And then...

nothing.

I'm sorry.

If anyone knows anything about our son,

please contact the Las Vegas police.

He's a great kid,

with a bright future ahead of him,

and we just want him
home where he belongs.

"I'm likin' basketball, virgin
daiquiris, and sweet, sweet ladies."

It's Ryan Lansco's friendagenda page.

What's a "hit list"?

Well, so I don't think he's an assassin.

His van was like a hot sheets motel,

and he wants a password.

Try "Megan."

It's too obvious.

I'll try it anyway.

Men are never as mysterious

as women wish they were.

Sheila L... Couldn't move it.

Bunny B... Is a honey bee.

Diane K... Taught me a thing or two.

Diane K. Diane Kentner is
his photography teacher.

The fingerprint results on Ryan's van.

No hits except on the back door
handle, came back to Diane Kentner.

She was arrested last
year at a demonstration

in support of an
x- rated photography show.

Now, what's a photography
teacher doing touching

a student's van?

Maybe she wanted a ride.

Ms. Kentner, the car
that hit Megan Cooper

left a broken turn
signal light in the road.

It's from a Saab.

Isn't that the car that you drive?

Yeah, along with hundreds of
thousands of other Americans.

Well, we're going to need
to take a look at yours.

Get a warrant and you can.

We also found your fingerprint

on the door handle of
the back of Ryan's van.

Could you explain to
me how that got there?

Well... Ryan helped me move an enlarger

I got for the photo lab for the school.

My Saab wasn't big enough to move it.

Your name
came up on -

Ryan Lansco's friendagenda page,

what was called a "hit list."

It's apparently a list of
people that he slept with.

Wow.

If you're under 40 years old

and you teach teenage boys,

they all want to make you Mrs. Robinson.

It's flattering, but it's fantasy.

So, you are denying that you had any
sexual relations with Ryan Lansco?

I would never take
advantage of a student.

Well, we're going to
need to take a DNA sample,

and that I have a warrant for.

My parents better never see this!

Oh, yeah? This is going up on Youtube.

The only reflective surface in
this whole frame is that cabinet.

What am I looking at here, Arch?

I'm thinking it's two faces.

Only time I can see it
is when the light hits it.

Sheila.

And... some dude.

Some dude named Charlie.

Grab some coffee.

I know you've... waived
your right to counsellor.

I appreciate you come here
and talk to me, Charlie

That means you're ready to be honest.

That's... That's good.

Because Ryan is still missing.

Sheila is now dead.

Megan is partially paralysed.

And you are digging youself into
a pretty deep hole here, pal.

I know you were there,

that night, at the equipment shed.

I have your shoe impressions...

at the scene.

I've got you on film

and we found Sheila's cue cards

in the back of her mom's trunk.

So...

where is Ryan?

I dont know.

You're an adult, Charlie.

There's a big difference
between going to juvie

and going to state prison.

Big difference.

Ok, I'll tell you what I think happened.

You're in love with Megan,
who's in love with Ryan,

who's a dog. You said so yourself.

And he gives her crabs.

But does she break up with him?
No. She goes right back to him

after crying on your shoulder.
Man, that'd piss me off.

Don't make me present to a jury
that you came up with this plan,

this little prank,

and recruited Sheila...
equally afflicted by this...

and you ran that boy's head
against a tackling sled.

Then when Megan freaked
out and got scared,

you just ran her over
and left her for dead.

No, no, that's not what happened!

Then you tell me what happened!

Okay.

You're right.

It started as a prank.

Sheila and I wrote out that speech.

Sheila brought her camera.

We went down to the field house.

We knew they'd be there fooling around.

- What the hell?
- Shut up!

What are you doing? Get off me!

- Shut up!
- Stop it!

We tied him up.

We got him to read the speech.

We were just gonna post it on Youtube.

What happened?

He got loose, came tearing after us.

He's coming. He's coming.

- Give me the camera.
- Here, here.

Come and get it, Ryan.
This what you want? Huh?

What the hell, Ryan?!

Jerk!

Ryan? Ryan!

Next thing I know, blood was
just gushing out of his neck.

I haven't slept.

I haven't eaten.

I can't stop playing it over
and over again in my head.

He just went down so fast.

And-and I was looking at him.

And it-it was like he
wasn't Ryan anymore.

Whatever made him Ryan was gone.

What did you do with the body?

This is where I suck.

We should have just called
911, but we panicked.

Shut up and just pull. We don't
have time to think about that.

- What are you doing?
- Look, let's just get him in the van.

I'll drive; you follow.

Move. Move!

Where is Ryan?

I just told you everything I know!

We left him in the van.

What about Megan?

The second we barged
into that field house,

she freaked out and took off.

I- I didn't even know
she was in the hospital

until her parents called.

Okay, come here and take a look at this.

Sheila's holding the camera;

you're holding the cue cards.

Who's holding the light?

Was there somebody else there?

I- I was holding the
light and the cue card.

Are you sure?

It was just Sheila and me.

And now, it's just me.

Okay, we got quite the smorgasbord here.

The only constant
from the crabs is Ryan.

He's half the DNA on each of the combos.

And the other contributors were
Megan, Sheila, several unknowns,

and everybody's favorite
photography teacher, Diane Kentner.

Certainly hope she gave him an A.

It proves sex with a minor.

Even if we can't get her
for Megan's hit and run,

it's enough for a search warrant.

So, what you find at Diane's house?

Not much, but propped up on a dresser

was a rental agreement
to this address and a key.

Looks like she drew us a map.

Looks like it.

Diane Kentner, open
up! Las Vegas police!

There's our busted headlight.

Okay.

Let's go.

What the hell is that?

Hold it, hold it...

Hold it.

Now I remember why I
don't like modern art.

I'm gonna go call the coroner outside.

I'm slipping, Grissom. I
talked to this woman twice,

and this body was here the whole time.

No one could have predicted this.

She was on a daily dose of Lithium.

Bipolar.

What is this, Grissom, Romeo and Juliet?

Postmortem photography... Memento mori.

In the 19th century, a photo of your
dead loved one was a popular keepsake.

Death remembered.

One last look.

Charlie told Nick that
Sheila pushed Ryan.

He lied... to protect Megan.

How you feeling?

Okay, considering.

My parents are in the
cafeteria if you want to wait.

Oh, no, no, I'm... I'm good. I
just wanted to show you something.

What do you think about that?

Is that me?

What am I doing?

Oh, it looks like you're killing
your boyfriend. You tell me.

Who took this?

Ms. Kentner.

Oh, come on. Obsess much?

Oh, so, you do remember?

No.

Not what happened that night.

I wish I could get selective amnesia.

There's a lot in my past
I'd like to forget about.

If I did push Ryan, and he died,

then that was wrong.

Don't you think that
I've been punished enough?

Are you telling me you're not gonna
prosecute the girl that killed my son?

The DA decided not to
file. I mean, my guess is

that he probably felt he
couldn't get a conviction.

Wh... where's the justice in that?

Everybody involved in this thing
has been punished in some way.

I mean, Diane and Sheila are dead.

Charlie's probably going
to jail, and Megan...

...got away with murder.

You trust me?

Intimately.