Jacked

Shit.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Sorry. - That's ok.

Thought I'd never get out of there.

What did you tell him?

Uh, told him I was going to church.

Church.

He's fine, shop's slow anyway.

Can we get some coolers?

Coolers. All right.

Look at it.

- Car's running pretty smoothly. - Right?

Barry helped uh, change the serpentine belt this morning.

Re-aligned the wheels, so I don't have that kind of...

I mean, I still have it but... And, uh, changed the--

And, uh, changed the--

Really? Really?

- I'm kidding. - Alright.

Did you tell him I said hi?

Relax.

I told him if we ever break up, you'd consider dating him.

What'd he say to that?

Plotting my demise as we speak right now.

Hey Jay. Hey...

Oh.

Come on.

You love it.

Coming in?

Yeah. Hang on one second.

Hang on...

Hi.

Well, it's fourteen minutes before the top

of the hour. 11:46 a.m. Downtown in the square today is

the usual Saturday's farmer market. Now on to the weather.

Hi.

Don't forget to pack the cooler this weekend--

Uh. So we got what three wine coolers, some sunscreen, beers.

- Thank you, babe. - Got it.

Ten twenty-two. Out of ten twenty-five. There you are.

- Thanks. - Mm Hmm.

All right, you guys have a nice day.

- You too. - Enjoy the beer.

Thanks.

25 minutes of

uninterrupted...

So like what, five minutes? Or...

I don't know, not far.

It's like right around this hill basically.

Like couple minutes straight. Up a little dirt road.

There's going to be a little parking area.

So we're close.

Here at KJET, The Juice...

Well here's a disturbing story.

Police are asking for the public's assistance.

Authorities are searching for now a second missing girl.

Twelve-year-old Morgan Howarth

was last seen getting off the bus

near her home on 96-B and Nelson Road

about ten days ago.

She's described--

I never liked drama.

What?

I never liked it.

I was actually supposed to take Roman history.

Do you remember that first day?

Yeah. I remember you walking in. Late.

It's 'cause I was changing classes.

Uh huh.

You were walking through the quad. The moment I saw you

I felt like, I just like... froze in time.

You did. You did.

- You saw that? - Yeah. Of course.

- No, ugh. - Yeah.

This whole time I thought that you didn't see that.

Well.

Is that why you chose drama? I still have no idea.

Yeah, no, that was a mistake. I meant to go into Two-Eleven.

Oh.

Yeah. I was sat there. I was about to leave.

This cutie rushed in, sat right in front of me.

And next thing you know, I'm a drama major.

That's uh twenty-three even.

Again? With all the change? Oh yeah, just take that with you.

Alright, Have a nice day. Un-fucking-believable.

Fourteen-year-old Sandra McIntyre

also hasn't been seen since the end of July.

Her parents are asking for your help.

Motherfucker.

Police aren't saying the case is related

but are asking that you keep an eye out and report

anything that doesn't seem right.

Remember the love notes? Secret love notes.

Yes. Those love notes. Lyrics to Father Figure.

Yeah.

Written in cherry --

- Lipst-- - Smelly --

Smelly lipstick.

Smelly marker.

Marker, sorry.

And it was sealed with a lipstick print.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

- Wow. - Muah. Yeah...

I think that was my best creation.

Yeah it was, it was.

You know what? Trying to jam a heart-shaped note

into the cracks of those lockers, it's not easy.

Yeah.

It's sunshine and more sunshine in the forecast.

It feels like the surface of the sun out there.

Get out on the lake, head to the beach,

but do me a favor and have some fun, would ya?

- Oh. - We made it.

- Yeah, ugh... - You've only mentioned it...

What? A thousand times?

I am gonna get my tan cooking today.

I'm gonna get my drink on. It's so freakin' hot.

It's so pretty out here.

Friggin' hot. All right. We're not far.

- Oh... - Mmmm.

How far?

I dunno. Through the trees over there.

We're close. Let's just grab our stuff, all right?

All right.

And no timetable. No timetable.

I am stoked.

Babe, today is gonna be great.

It's gonna be so great.

Yeah.

- Let's go! - Let's go!

Mr. Turd Saunders.

The history teacher?

- Yeah. - Uff...

I was opening up one morning. I don't know like

8 a.m. and I ran into him with Mrs. Carter.

You sho-- they were so embarrassed to see me.

Really? When was this?

I'm pretty sure they had just done it.

I know it was like, I don't know, before spring break.

Mm-hm. I can't see them together

and yet I can't take the image out of my mind.

Same. I know, I wish you could have saw the look

on their face, it's like she knew, I knew

- they've just done it. - Ohhh.

Yeah.

Don't know if I need to hear that.

I know. It's so gross.

Okay.

You don't know where we're going, do you?

I know where we're going.

Mm-hm.

- That way. - That's what you always say.

Yeah.

Here we are.

Budd's Lake. Was I wrong?

No you were not.

This place is gorgeous. I'm taking a photo.

Yeah?

So gorgeous.

All right. Let's go.

We're going.

The police are asking for the

public's assistance.

Authorities are searching for now a second missing girl.

Twelve-year-old Morgan Howarth was last -

Wanna watch TV?

This place is beautiful.

Yeah.

Oh, fucking A, check this out.

What?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Look.

Where was that?

It was lying there in the grass.

Well now it's mine.

You gonna spend all day floating in that thing?

Maybe.

Well you are more likely to drown now.

Come here.

See? Comfy.

It is comfy.

What was my time?

For what?

Swimming. What do you mean for what? Were you not counting it?

Ah. If you were in the twelve-and-under category,

you'd be a winner.

That was fast. How long do you think I can hold my breath?

Uh. Not long.

Time me.

- Jay. - Lindsay.

Time me.

One.

Two.

Five.

Six.

Ten.