Evidence Page #4

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You'd get a million hits.

Seriously, that's amazing.

Will you do it one more time, please?

Okay.

Freeze frame.

Go back.

Stop the tape.

Who's that?

Go back

a few frames.

There's only three women

on the passenger list...

Rachel Brody, Vicki maracova,

and leann hookplat.

She wasn't

supposed to be there.

Advance forward

three frames.

- Capture that frame and advance one more.

- Sure.

Got it.

Capture again

and then overlay.

Zoom 35 %.

- And what's that inside?

- Pan the image.

- Wow.

- That's gotta be 100 grand easy.

We may have found

our motive.

But if he wanted the money,

why not kill her and take it?

Why slaughter

all the others?

Go over to the dog carrier

on the edge of the bag.

That's army issue.

And capture that frame.

"G. Fleishman."

I don't know,

maybe Gina or glenda.

Call fort irwin, have them

run it through their database

of reserved and retired

military personnel

in California

and Nevada.

Let's see

what they've got.

Keep going. I want to see

who this woman is.

Leann:
That's amazing.

Will you do it one more time, please?

(Tyler singing)

Rachel:

Whoo! All right!

(Light applause)

All right,

just a quick thought.

Should it be

taking this long?

I don't know, but I've been

to Vegas 100 times,

and I've never seen

this road before.

I'm gonna go and have a

word with what's-his-face.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Hello.

So, um, much longer?

What's with the camera?

I'm a director.

You been paid

to direct anything?

No, not yet, but...

So you're a girl

with a camera.

Right. Can I ask why

we're going this way,

because it's not

actually a road out there.

That's a dirt track,

by the looks of it.

I have another pick-up

past kidwell.

This is the only way in.

Woman:
Stop your damn

complaining!

Excuse me. I was

only asking.

Get that damn thing

out of my face.

What? Sit down.

Out of my face!

Oh, my God!

You f***ing psychopath!

- Jesus Christ.

- You all right?

Are you okay?

(Loud crashing)

(Distorted snippets

of conversation)

Driver:
Out, out, out.

Get out of

the mini-van.

Rachel:
Get away from the bus,

it might explode.

It could be

dangerous.

What were you

expecting out here?

What about the radio?

Driver:
The radio

was pulled a year ago.

We gotta use

the cell phone.

What do you mean,

they pulled out the radio?

Brilliant.

Brilliant news.

Okay, what are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

F*** me.

Leann:
What the f***

is that?

Driver:

Looks like barbed wire.

It came from

that fence over there.

Oh, my God!

Why didn't you drive around it?

I couldn't see it, could I?

Stop fighting.

This isn't helping anything.

Leann:
So what are

we gonna do?

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