CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

What good is sitting alone in your room

Come hear the music play

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom

Time for a holiday

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine

Come hear the band

Come blow the horn, start celebrating

Right this way, your table's waiting

What good's permitting some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away?

Life is a cabaret, old chum

Come to the cabaret...

Hey. You kids are never going to believe

what's going on outside.

Man, this town floods at the drop of a hat.

Water's almost up to the street.

We're lucky he got tangled up in the bars.

Kid could be spilled out in the desert by now.

Yeah, but we could still lose him

if the water starts to drop.

Cuff his wrist to the gate.

I'll go down below when it's safe

and get him out of there.

Good call.

Hey, Catherine.

Didn't expect to see you out here.

You like the rain?

I was in the area.

He was obviously trying to claw his way out.

Any I.D.?

No, no I.D., but I can't exactly check his pockets right now.

This is technically off school property,

but he looks young enough to be a student.

We're still trying to contact the principal now.

Phil Anderson.

He's certainly had his hands full this semester.

Oh, yeah, that's right,

Lindsey goes to school here, doesn't she?

Yeah, she had a late rehearsal.

Actually, I was here to pick her up.

Hey.

Lindsey, honey.

Are you okay?

Do you know that boy?

Yeah. It's Sean Becker.

He goes to school here.

Was he a friend? No.

Look, Mom, I know this is going to sound bad,

but... he's not going to be missed.

Who... are you?

Who, who, who, who?

Who... are you?

Who, who, who, who?

I really wanna know

Who... are you?

Oh-oh-oh Who...

Come on, tell me who are you, you, you

Are you!

I think I've bumped into every piece of dog poop

and used condom in the city of Las Vegas.

Aw, David, suck it up.

There he is.

Yep, he's dead.

David, you think you have a hard job?

Well, Officer, I am the one who has to haul him out of here.

Unlock the cuffs.

Got it.

Okay, get under his pit.

Gently.

Gently.

All right.

Got him?

Good. Okay.

The only way to get something as big a body

into the drain system is through an access point on the line.

This is the first one upstream.

It looks like there's a service platform down there.

Mm-hmm.

Feeling lucky?

Well, it is Vegas.

After you.

You know, the city's got like 350 miles of storm drain

running under it.

I've heard there's probably a thousand homeless

living down here.

High ground spots like this must be prime real estate.

This is the same design that kid had

tattooed on his hand.

Maybe this was his hangout.

It's close to the school.

Good place to catch a buzz between classes.

Could have been huffing out the storm

and puffing up a storm.

Passed out and rolled into the drink.

Yeah, that's possible.

You know, this spot's beginning to look

more like a Klan house than a clubhouse.

Numerous perimortem abrasions.

Small puncture wounds.

All consistent with tumbling through debris filled water.

That--

is a white supremacist tattoo.

Knuckles thickened,

discolored.

This boy was no stranger

to using his fists.

Dr. Langston, I think you should take a look.

There's no writing on the back,

and nothing to indicate who or where--

at least, not as far as I can tell.

A racist carrying a picture of two young black girls.

Could be targets.

Assuming they're not already victims.

So Lindsey has told me a little bit

about Sean Becker.

What can you tell me?

Same crap, different iteration.

Abusive father-- used to disappear for long periods of time.

Until he finally came out of the closet,

left Sean's mother for another man.

The mother was already unstable,

so the father's departure just knocked her into a psychiatric institution.

That kid was filled with hate.

Blacks, Jews, gays.

Well, I'm going to need his disciplinary files,

and I'll need to talk to his friends.

That would be Daryl Johnson and Karl Hart.

But good luck finding them.

I suspended them both when I kicked Sean out.

Well, just give me their info--

we'll find them. Oh, man.

Billy Tinker-- that's the boy that was killed

in the hit-and-run two months ago.

The gay student. There isn't a kid in this school

who thinks his death was a accident.

Half of them think Sean did it.

Do you?

You're the cop, you tell me.

As far as I know, it's still an open case.

Well...

After Billy was killed, a bunch of students formed

a gay and lesbian defense league.

Fights broke out all over the place.

So I organized Tolerance Week to help defuse things.

Sean and his pals

always seemed to be around the action, so...

Just one more thing.

Do you recognizehese girls?

They're not students here.

I've never seen them before.

Okay, let me get this straight--

you'd rather do the legwork on a next-of-kin notification--

you'd rather do that than slog around in the sewer

looking for evidence?

I mean, that-that is not the down and dirty Sara Sidle

I used to know.

I like to know where haters come from.

Maybe you'll get your chance.

May I help you?

Can I get you some tea?

No, thank you.

No, no, no, thank you.

Um, so you're Sean Becker's

guardian, is that right?

Yes, it is.

Mrs. Becker, please sit down.

Sit down.

I have some bad news.

Sean's dead.

His body was found in a storm drain near the high school.

I'm sorry to tell you this.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

We're sorry foKyour loss.

Ma'am--

we need to take a look around Sean's room.

Would that be okay with you?

Oh, of course, of course.

It's--

it's the first room on the right.

When Sean comes back,

I'm sure he'll be happy to show you around.

Now, now, now, Mrs. Becker...

you understand what I'm telling you, right?

You know?

Sean's not coming back.

He's-- he's dead.

He's, uh...

he's with Jesus.

He's with Jesus.

Oh.

How did that happen?

That's what we're here to find out.

Well, then, we'll just have to wait for Sean to get back.

He'll certainly be able

to shed some light on-- on, um...