Night has fallen over Las Vegas and the surrounding mountainous foothills. Tim Daly -- or someone who looks a lot like him -- is driving an official-looking Land Rover over a rough dirt road. The husband and I have a debate:

Him: That's not Tim Daly.
Me: It is too! And he's looking for a one-armed man.
Him: Most likely he's looking for a show.
Me: Well, maybe it's a package deal.

Anyway, the ersatz Tim is driving along when he notices a car parked in a place where cars usually aren't parked. Naturally, he parks the Land Rover and walks toward the edge of the road to investigate. He hears a noise, and proceeds to slide stealthily down a grass-covered embankment -- a plan that, while laudable in theory, falls flat in execution when he does it and lands on his stomach, next to a dead person. A young man pops up from a half-finished grave, registers the lawman getting to his feet, and does what all would-be felons do when confronted with a cop: he runs toward the law enforcement personnel. He trips just as he passes Ersatz Tim -- lucky for Tim since he's still not on his feet yet -- and the prone officer promptly wrestles the would-be escapee into submission.

Seconds later, swarms of Las Vegas's finest have forsaken Sin City to check out the crime scene in the desert. Gil and Nicky stop by Buzz, who exposits ably, "They caught him red-handed. Ben Jennings." Ben, now standing erect and flanked by two police officers, looks like someone who would be a roadie for Alien Ant Farm if he were not otherwise engaged with clandestine body-planting. Then again, perhaps the bands of today do demand more from their roadies than humping equipment and procuring willing groupies. I wouldn't know. Anyway, Ben looks no more or no less harmless than any kid you're likely to see in an MTV video. Make of that what you will.

Now that Buzz has made the informal introductions, Nicky decides to make the formal ones. He and Gil walk over to Ben, and Nicky does the honors: "Nick Stokes, Gil Grissom, Las Vegas Crime Lab. You wanna tell us what's going on here?" Ben does not. Gil steps in, asking, "You have anything to say?" Again, more silence on Ben's part. Gil decides to kill two birds with one stone -- mess with Ben's head and give us our punchy pre-credits lead-in -- by continuing: "You don't have to talk to us." He pauses long enough to sweep his flashlight beam over a corpse, and continues, "He'll talk to us." Yup -- right after The Who plays us into commercials.